"Well met, Brother Calvitus," he bellows over the pandemonium," I have an idea! Cover me." Gathering the grenades into a small bundle made of his torn tunic, the sergeant steps out further behind their cover to give himself some room. "Tell the tactical squad to fall back immediately!" Grabbing the bundle like a makeshift shot put he begins to rotate and in a few moments of increased momentum he throws the compact bundle a good distance into the enemy lines, the innocuous brown bundle eliciting a good poking from a few curious gretchin. "Fire when they're clear, Brother Calvitus?" the Sergeant grins and thumbs his power axe to life. A roar erupts from a large greenskin as it darts into their cover, a massive choppa swinging at his head. The ork choppa tears a good chunk of metal from Belisarius' left pauldron as he attempts to move out of the way, the tip of the crude weapon scoring a gash in his helm and face in his moment of laxity. The scarred face of this new threat contorts into a horrible smile and it roars again. "WAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!!" gobs of spittle slap against Belisarius helm and face, the stink of it would be unbearable for anything less than an astartes, even so... The Sergeant weaves under its guard and brings the blunt top of his weapon slamming into the bottom of its chin. The audible crack of bone brings a smile to his face and he returns a battlecry. "FOR THE EMPEROR AND TERRA!!!" Skillfully, he spins the axe in a circle like a baton, cleaving through the brute's arms and showering himself in the thing's foul smelling blood, a sizable spurt catching him in the eyes, nose, and mouth. Now blinded and hacking up ork blood he feels a massive impact shake the nearby ground, the maimed ork in front of him flies forward, colliding with the Sergeant like a battering ram as the world goes black...
Battle C: Kor's Fall The Tactical marines pulled back in groups of four, one group covering the other as they broke away from the swirling melee, the assault marines were stuck in deep and couldn't risk trying to disengage at this stage. They were forced to weather the storm of metal as the grenades detonated enmasse. At the forefront of the battle the company champion met the warboss with a final strike, hacking off the top half of his head with a swift slash of lightning wreathed blade before stepping back and parrying whatever blows came from the corpse as the nerves reacted in the only way natural; attempting to bash and murder whatever was nearby. Finally the corpse fell and the orks scalp was raised eye with the eyes dead in it's sockets, a roar of praise was offered to the Emperor and the fight was over as those orks not squabbling for control broke from the fight. The Tactical Squad were quick to recover Belisarius from beneath the dead ork, carrying him back to the main force to be brought before an Apothecary for treatment. The Minotaur's had decided to locate their staging area near the crater the Mechanicus facility, setting up their Headquarters around the Northern Edge directly above the labs entrance. Battle C Status: Imperial Victory
BATTLE 'A': Opening Moves Korgnak grunted loudly as he crushed da' mega-humie's 'ead. 'is powa' klaw pulpin' da' armored extrema... extreme... 'is 'ead awright! wit' a met'l groan. Da' white marks on da' klaw was spot'd by red spurts of blood an' Korgnak licked it wif a toofy grin, da' tang of da' liquid not all dat bad. Korgnak started tah feel all Morky... or was it Gorky... meh, no botha'. "WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHH!!!!" Korgnak roared with da' otha' boyz, 'is mind filled to da' brim wif rage 'n' blood 'n' otha' stuff! In gen'ral Korgnak was feelin' right orky! Korgnak looks at da' mega-humies an' charges 'em! No squiggin' humies is gonna' mess dis' WAAAGH! up! Dat was 'is boyz' job! (OOC: On guard, Urian! )
BATTLE 'B': Rok 'n' Roll Squigzie loves to run. He loves it as much as he loves eating and Squigzie looooooooooves to eat. Squigzie's master has made him right and angry today, what with the slapping and the poking. Squigzie wanted to bite. Squigzie was hungry... Squigzie notices something red, more red, soooo much red! Red things taste good! Hot, hot. hot. hot. hot! Squigzie's back is burning, he needs to bite something he's sooooooo angry now! Squigzie's two legs pump away frenziedly as he makes his way towards the red thing, his mind blinded by pain and hunger. His tongue whipping wildly from the corner of his huge ferocious jaws. Today was the best day of Squigzie's life.
[OOC: Just waiting for another post from Foen and Urian and I'll be wrapping up the first battles and we'll move onto scenario pack two folks ^.^]
Scenario A "CAPTAIN!" Raphael yelled up as he saw the Boss slamming two Veteran brothers right and left, heading for the captain. The Devastator-Terminator growled as his cannon started to produce too much heat and decided to move forwards, teleporting right where the Ork boss was to hit the captain, raising his Assault cannon to block the Ork, the weapon crushing in half, destroyed beyond use and throwing the Devastator to ground. The Captain just now realizing the threat engaged in a one on one melee combat while the other Terminators fought off the neverending green tides. Raphael was still under the effects of concussion but he decided to not let it affect him. His brothers needed him, his weapon might be crushed but his dead brother next to him had dropped his storm bolter. He grabed it with his right hand and started to launch for the Boss. Slamming the pointy edges of the broken Assault Cannon into the side of the Waaghboss and shooting wherever he could hit with the scavenged Storm Bolter. "THE EMPEROR PROTECTS! AND WE SHALL NOT FAIL! THE PROTEUS OF ORPHEUS WILL FULFILL THEIR OATH!"
Battle A: Boarding Action The Paetors of Orpheus were starting to suffer heavy losses as their guns fell silent, ammo spent, guns destroyed or their owners engaged in the brawl of close combat. The Captain trusted Raphael to watch his sides so he could focus fully on the Ork Warboss. "You zoggin 'umie git! I'm gonna krump ya fancy armor an use it fer me squig's dung dump!" With surprising speed the Mega Dread Armored ork slammed his claw into the Captain's side with such force that his armor cracked along with part of his rib plate. Winded but far from out of the fight the Astartes Captain flourished his blade in a ring about himself slaying several orks around him before stepping forward and thrusting with all his might. The Warboss lifted his arm to block the blow, power fields casting off stray arcs of lightning as they fought for control. "I shall not fall to you this day ork! The Emperor has use of me yet and his plans will not be mettled with by your kind!" Inflection heavy on the final word he forced the blade completely through the power claw with supreme effort, rewarded with a spray of blood when the war bosses head was skewered. A rallying cry was taken up by the surviving terminators who fought with redoubled ferocity, while the orks own faith was shaken, their giant 'uge boss in da mega armor had been cut down, what chance did they have? The order went out within a matter of seconds. "Disengage and prime teleporters for return to the Spear of Justice! " Those orks still engaged were cut down mercilessly as the surviving fourteen terminators pulled back into a ring with each other while they homed in on their ships signal. Garbled calls came in from the vessel's commanders but it was too late, the strike force departed in a flash, arriving on board a space faring vessel, but not one of their own. Battle A: Boarding Action- Imperial Victory
Battle B: rok n roll Thanks to ork physiology the bolt pistol rounds were not debilitating but merely fuelled Gaarnash’s rage. You didn’t like Garnash when he was angry. Garnash swung the large charred mass that was left of his meat shield in a massive uppercut intercepting the commissar mid-lunge and rocketing him back into the stormtroopers. Garnash lunged into melee range swinging little red in wide arcs using his greater reach to hack through them while giving little opportunity for the storm trooper to strike back. The blood was pleasing, but only served to invigorate him. Garnash saw the commissar stand up covered in burnt ork and made straight for him revelling in the bloodshed, little red screamed it’s approval. As he approached the commissar Garnash quickly changed ‘taktics’ using quick jabs and slashes to keep him off balance, he wanted to bleed him. “Dere’s not gunna be enough left a’ya ta feed a squig!” Fortunately for Garnash the boyz charging behind him had entered the fray choppin’ and krumpin and being ‘propa orky’ making focussing on Garnash difficult for those around the commissar. Garnash had seen powerfists in action before and he didn’t want little red to get caught in it’s grip, Garnash was also 'cunnin’ if not imaginative. He ‘stabbed’ a nearby stormtrooper and used the skewered man as a hammer on the commissar. The commissar reflexively tried to block the flailing limbs the power field splattering an arm, but the rest of the body slammed into him knocking him to the ground. Garnash let little red chew through the soldier dropping the nearly bisected man on top of the commissar to keep him down while he lined up an overhead chop. OOC: sorry it took so long to reply.
OOC: It's all good! No high pressure here or anything Foen Battle B: Rok N Roll! The city had fallen when the defensive line at the wall broke, most of the artillery was either destroyed or being orkified while the rest of the Imperial Forces in the city made a break for it. It was a bitter blow but at least the heavily forested tundra would provide them with cover as they made for the nearest city. Out before the walls the orks were chopping up the last of the poor sods sent out to destroy the rock, the Commisar went down spitting curses even as the axe bit into his neck and lopped it right off. All around the orks were hooping and hollering, hacking away at dead bodies or even each other as their lust for battle temporarily tapered off with the victory. Better news yet the teleportas inside their Rok were operational and soon the collapsed tunnels were cleared when their heavy vehicles simply bashed through. Thick oily smoke trails reaching up to the sky alongside those from the burning city. It was a good day ta be an Ork! Battle B: Rok N Roll Ork Victory
