OOC: Aye aye I'm just a little excited hehe. First 40k rp, love getting to write all this and such to boot~ After nothing but trolls in Warcraft for the past year something new is absolutely fantastic for myself.
Battle b: rok’n’roll Garnash’s nostrils flared as he watched the mega-nob stomp away, he still wasn’t used to calling another nob boss after being chief of the Defftusks for so long. “If ‘e wudn’t wearin’ dat ded stompy armour I’d be boss an I wudn’t ta been waitin’ so long, AN, dis humie place’d be mine already!”, the boyz around Garnash nodded and backed up knowing what happens when he got angry. Ever since he got ‘little red’ Garnash could fly off the handle with little warning. Garnash looked at the boyz around him, “Get all da boyz wuts left an follow me.” Garnash walked down the rough cut hallways unconsciously revving ‘little red’, it’s unique screaming roar tipping off all the boyz and nobs from the Defftusks that the fighting was about to start in earnest. “Deez humies ain’t even got big’uns wit dem, “Da fightens jus got gud” HA! I’ll show ‘im gud fightin!”, as Garnash’s volume increased so too did the screaming roar of ‘little red’ the chain violently spinning around the head of the chain axe. Garnash finally becoming aware that he was revving his favoured two handed chain axe as it’s spines entered the flesh of his hand. He looked down at ‘little red’ fondly remembering the fight with the chaos beserkers where he bested the space marine who originally possessed the axe. It was a great axe, it never had to be refuelled, spikes came out of the handle when combat started so he never lost grip, and it seemed to cut better the longer a fight went on (and the more that blood was spilt). A lot of the defftusks still used loot from that battle, the weapons and armour being the best stuff they could find. Garnash knew that his boyz were the best around when it came to melee fighting, what he didn’t understand is since they joined the bigger waaagh why his boyz were held back until after the fighting started. He’d have to change that when he was in charge, but for now it was time to spill blood. Ork boyz began congregating behind him exponentially growing in number pouring out of the tunnels and crevices. As his countless scars could attest Garnash led from the front. A couple minutes away from exiting the rok Garnash revved 'little red' way up and charged screaming “WAAAGH!”, cutting down anything that got in his way (walls, doors and orks included). OOC: too much? too little?
[OOC- Perfect! Welcome to do even more ifin ya want!] Battle B: Rok N Roll The Storm troopers formed a barrier of firing bodies around one of the Rok entrances, two such holes in the massive asteroid fortress had been collapsed by demolition charges and the tide of orks slackened in turn as they were temporarily forced to retrace their routes through the Rok. Though this had the obvious side effect of increasing how many Orks were disgorged from the other craters it made the battle a bit more manageable. Garnash would find himself exiting before the line of Storm troopers, their hellguns firing heated death into his 'ard boyz. A pointy hatted git at the center of their line raised his power fist and bellowed some nonsense about their puny Emperor god, Little Red's blade seemed to roar even louder and bucked wildly in his hand as if demanding that the Commisar be the first to die in response. Meanwhile at the Wall the Mega Nob Boss entered the fray with his retinue, two of his boys suffering a direct hit from basilisk earthshaker rounds only to get right back into the fight after being pushed back onto their feet by the boyz! 'Ard boyz and nobs were soaking up ludicrous amounts of firepower and soon the human lines were faltering again. "Affix bayonets!" The Platoon Commander ordered, knowing it was as much a death sentence as anything else. The day was falling firmly into green hands.
BATTLE 'C': Battle for Kor's Fall The holodisplay rendered the crater's layout perfectly, their intel had been right on the money. Moloc would be pleased. At increased speed the strike cruisers of the Minotaurs Chapter kissed the upper atmosphere of the planet and from afar it would seem as though they sprinkled water upon a parched world. In truth it was the first wave of the Minotaurs' drop pods, ruthless and efficient, seemingly not a single pod astray. Each pod was maintained far better than seemed normal for so aggressive a chapter and in a feat that beggars belief all but a single pod manages to weather the descent into the war below. [Far Behind Enemy Battle Lines] The drop pod veered wildly after a what felt like a missile must have tagged it. The concussion was largely dulled by the power armor but Sergeant Belisarius' display registered the failing vitals of his squad, their screams made him dizzy. It seemed as though the missile had done far more than he would normally give such a crude device credit for. Damned orks! They would pay... A sudden impact shocks the Sergeant back to reality as the pod finally hits the ground and he releases his restraints. His brothers were all dead, from the looks of it they had been hit by a cloud of mini-missiles, the damage looked almost corrosive and it had eaten through the hull and their power armor, liquefying bone and sinew with ease. A sneer comes to Belisarius' lip as he does a quick weapon's check and gathers spare grenades and ammo from his fallen comrades, this was no ork weapon. The mechanicum was supposedly working on various experimental weapons and those accursed greenskins must have looted a few of them. Scanning his surroundings the Sergeant darts for cover behind a nearby ruined structure. The sensors were picking up multiple targets closing in from multiple directions. Sergeant Belisarius dug in and whispered for reinforcements into his vox getting back nothing but static. Today was going to be one of those days...
Battle C: Kor's Fall The Ork Kommandos had caused no shortage of havoc inside the facility but such was the sheer size of the structure they could hardly hope to take everything or even see everything within a few hours. The Kommandos being a right thinking strategical lot had made for the main entrance to the laboratory and blown it apart from within using several burna bombs that wouldn't of been out of place on an attack craft. Though most of them were slaughtered in the attempt it mattered little as a sizable ork warband consisting mostly of Deathskulls hungry for some good looting began to flood into the labs below. In the time between rounding up the kommandos and the entrance being blown open at the heart of the crater the Techpriest and Magos had assembled a strong defensive force to hold the orks at bay, for the moment they are meeting great success. Skittari and Servitors handling the bulk of the combat while the priest overseeing the mechanical slaves bring more exotic weaponry to bear, deemed stable enough for the situation at hand. Readings in the lab detect several warp breeches near the areas that the Kommandos first appeared, whether this is the work of strange ork tech or other forces at hand has yet to be determined. As the Minotaurs make landfall entire mobs of orks break off from the assaults and march out from hastily erected settlements or landed Roks. Roving gangs of bikers and Deffcopters opening up the fights with plenty of Dakka while mobs of boyz eager to shed blood close in.
Slamming his head into the nearby structure his vox screeches momentarily and suddenly a flood of battle orders and sit-reps fill his ears. "Captain Herakleon, this is Sergeant Belisarius," a few of the targets were closing in while the rest seemed to be sprinting away," I am," he glances at his HUD," approximately 800 meters off course due west from the rendezvous point, greenskins have killed my squad and I am currently heating up." "Ah, Bel', glad you made it you lucky bastard," the Captain's voice came across scratchy but clear enough," I saw that missile salvo hit, was surprised your pod even landed. Reinforcements en route, we're neck deep in greenskins and..." a crack of metal on metal rings through the vox," ARRRGGGAH!! Hah! Thought you would do some damned choppin' eh?!" the sound of a chainsword growls sharply in Belisarius' ear," Make your way east if you want to join the fray, otherwise, the bulk of our intel points to a conglomeration of ork leadership near your position. The Emperor Protects, Sergeant." "Only those who can't Protect themselves," replies Belisarius as the first Kommando nears bolter range. Rather than giving his position away, the Sergeant holsters his gun and unstraps the massive power axe on his back. Thumbing the activation key, the edges of the simple-looking but infinitely dangerous weapon take on a soft haze of white-blue light that casts a stark glow on the features of the hidden Minotaur. Kicking a piece of rubble from out behind his hiding spot the Kommando zeros in on the source of the noise and lurks quickly into range. The axe falls with only the sound of servos and the squelch of rent flesh and sundered bone. The ork now bifurcated, the axe head sizzles with the xenos' blood and any viscera clinging to the blade cooks until it crisps and falls off. The kill rejuvenates him and the Sergeant sprints from cover at the small squad of now seven Kommandos. Bloodlust fogs his mind and he sees the bestial cunning play across their ugly faces in wicked tusked grins. "Always something to smile about..." he thinks to himself before the rage washes away his thoughts in a deluge of instinct and brutality.
Scenario A: The Mega Blasta hit the helmet of the Terminator next to Raphael, killing him as other barrages of Ork fire hit him and his brothers, Raphael also taking some hits but most can be endured as long as no Tankkbustas and Nobz would run around. He raised his arm with the attached Assault Cannon to slay the Mek who led these Orks. "YOU MAY KILL A BROTHER! BUT YOU CANNOT KILL ALL OF US GREENSKIN!" In the meanwhile the leading Captain rushed forward, teleporting with his melee squad closer to the enemy firelines and starting to rip them apart with Power Fists, Storm Bolters, Hammers and Shields.
Battle C: Kor's Fall The Minotaurs engaged the orks with the same brutality and strength that was their hallmark, rivaling the orks for sheer ferocity and quickly gaining the upper hand as this strength was tempered by the super human minds of Adeptus Astartes. Strategic application of this knowledge allowed the Minotaurs to make great gains in the combat and soon the orks were in full retreat. Whatever peace wouldn't last long though as any soldier who had faced the orks knew that they would return with greater numbers bolstered by their battle hungry elite, looking for a good scrap. The Nob leading the group ordered off three of his subordinates, a painboy with a underslung saw device and a looted Astartes reductor, two other orks in his company bore stolen weapons from the lab. This left the nob and three others to face the lone Astartes. A burna boy smacked down a special nozzle over his flame thrower, focusing the projection into a powerful 'cutting' flame to deal with his power armor. The nobs dual chain blades roared as he barreled toward the Sergeant, hacking madly at his head. The other kommandos began to circle about Belisarius, rippa knives and sluggas brandished and ready to strike whenever the Minotaur was distracted by their boss. Down at the heart of the crater the Minotaurs force had struck the orks horde like a spear being driven into a pigs flank, breaking through the heart of their force in a whirlwind of violence and forming a barricade of warriors to prevent further intrusions into the facility. Without reinforcement those xenos who made it into the lab were scattered and broken, cut down by enraged techpriest and magos along with their mechanical slaves.
