Galgradak had made it to the front, he had made a bit of a slow ride in the end to truly get the satisfying effect of his warbikes arsenal in on the imperial defenders, and the Eldar jetbikes skimmering around, the battle had really escalated, witch was a glorius thing, mor fighting, more kills, more fame, bigger pitz. (oocerhaps everything Galgradak ever really wanted was to be a gladiator.)
He lept off his bike witch stopped pretty fast, normal ork bikes would crash forward as unammed kamikaze bombs, but Galgradak liked his bike too much, he knew that a couple of scaredy boyz would try and ride it back to camp, and most of them die trying in due to the moteriesed beasts violent nature and great size.
He had ended up not too far away from an Imperial bunker, varius loads of ammunition where bouncing off his armour while las tried to melt its way in, and bolts tried to penetrade the (ork) mastercrafted eavy armour he ardoned, not that it really mattered, his own dark green flesh was perhaps even tougher than the armour, the true testament of an ork that dident really care about armour.
He then stormed forwards with in a lumbering run towards the frontline bunker, and lifted his massive looted powerfist, normally a powerfist would about double the weares strength, but this looted monster had been kustumized over the years, it still resembled an imperial powerfist, just much bigger to fit on the massive warbosses arm. And then with a titanic punch Galgradak hit the side of the bunker, as the wall imploded inwards slaying several of the gunmen within the pillbox bunker, as then the massive ork made his way in, in his other hand he carried a temperorary double barreled shoota, that now came into use at firering at the stunned men still alive within the small bunker.

<MEGABASH> (doing a bit of botting on the wish of Deran)
As he saw the boss finally jump off the bike and move to the true battle Megabash roared up "Get to da boss me boyz guad fomathind" he called out to them as the warbosses personal guard spilled out of their temporary ride, a heavily armored battlewagon witch was being used until Megabashes secret project was done.
As they got out Megabash saw the warboss punch his way into on of the bunkers, and to cover the boss he fired his two dual shootas on his megaarmour, using the auspex unit build into his advanced mega armour, skorcha shots rained over the imperials around the bunker the boss was tearing up, as the rest of the meganob berserker guard started lumbering in to protect the boss, who as of now was on the way out of the destroyed pillbox bunker.
While all this was happening the scared ammo grotz on the top of Megabashes mega armour where loading the lobba and fireing the small kannon at whatever they found importent.

Kragger with his heightened sense of hearing perks up and looks a little worried "......ma lord its begun! Theirs no time to waist" with that kragg runs out of the room into rhe yard and starts yelling "GET A MOVE ON YOU NANCYS I WISH TO HEAR THEIR FINAL MOMEMTS AND I CANT DO THAT IF THEIR ALL DEAD!!!!" kraggs voice booms all through the fortresses yard and they rush as fast as they can while kragg tells ned to watch zials champion closely

Expended rounds from the Punisher gatling cannon cascaded from the mighty weapon as it fired non stop at the oncoming orks, as the weapon unleashed its fury onto the greenskins the muzzle started to glow red from the heat the shots whining out of the smoking barrels like tracer rounds. The lascannon was chosing its targets at will and was having a easy time destroying many of the ork trukks which could hardly resist its sheer anti vehicle power. Beside the punisher tank the battle cannons of the two standard Leman russ tanks roared as they blasted both ork vehicle and mob alike, the heavy bolters of all three tanks providing fire support for the guardsmen still fighting in the trenches. The Chimeras too were fairing well against the Ork hordes their multilasers and heavy bolters more than capable of targeting any oncoming Ork threat from ork boys to looted wagons, their lighter armor however meant they were taking more of a beating than the formidable redoubts provided by the Leman russes.

In the trenches front of the armored division a company of guardsmen were fighting tooth and nail to keep the orks from engaging the vehicles in close combat screening both the Leman russ tanks and the chimeras in any way they could from the advancing greenskins. The infantry force using the flamers brought by the support platoon were torching the Orks as they struggled their way through the tanglewire in front of the trenches, the focus of the guardsmen's lasfire already under control of the junior officer was targeting and bringing down the larger orks before they could come close to the trenches.

Standing on top of the Punisher tank and bellowing orders to the guardsmen below was commissar Dalimond, the bolt pistol in hand and his sword drawn at the ready he picked off individual orks as they came into the trenches his shots impacting the greenskins with extreme precision. His mere presence both inspired and terrified the guardsmen, his current combat proficiency encouraging them to fight all the harder against the Xenos incursion his orders being carried out to the letter. With a grim face the commissar looked on at the oncoming tide of greenskins, he showed no fear of the orks or their retaliation to his presence any incoming fire bouncing off his refractor shielding. His efforts had anchored the Imperial defensive and as it held firm the Orks fell in droves to the firepower outputted by the assembled vehicles.

In the distance he saw the mighty sight of the Adeptus Astartes engaging a new enemy that had arrived on the field, the insidious Eldar it seemed had seeked to influence the flow of battle and had been caught out by the Emperor's finest. Even now their fury had set fire to the surrounding terrain engulfing both them and their foe in wreaths of flame, the Space marines would suffer no consequence from the new environment the Eldar on the other hand Jacob hoped would be consumed by it.

Behind him he could see two additional support platoons of guardsmen traveling on foot to the front line, using the armored division as cover against the inaccurate ork fire they were running at full speed towards the waiting trenches. They too had come with a set of flamer specialists including several heavy weapons teams carrying heavy bolters, their purpose as regimental command had relayed to him was to shore up weaker sections of the outer perimeter and further secure the perimeter defenses. a few of the guardsmen fell as stray fire hit them but the rest kept on running the sight of Dalimond on top of the Punisher tank convincing them to carry on regardless.

Focusing back on the battle in front of him Dalimond noticed what appeared to be the Ork warboss itself followed by a mob of Meganobs destroying one of the pillboxes of the outer perimeter, their advance seemed unstoppable but their presence brought a smile to the Commissar's face. Gesturing to vox operator to send a targeting vector to artillery crews Dalimond reached for his vox communicator, as he raised it to his mouth he started talking clearly and calmly into the microphone.

'This is Commissar Dalimond to all presently unengaged basilisk batteries, Ork warboss is in visible range change targets and focus fire on the relayed coordinates.'

From atop the massive chaotic citadel of Fordan, the Chaos Lord Zial sat, watching through the eyes of his favourite subordibate, Azakael, a prominent Black Legion Sorcerer stood atop a large cliff commanding a scenic view of the battleground, his eyes noticing every precise detail and strategic layout of the playing field. He stood alone on the cliff, a cowl over his unprotected head, connecting to a long ankle length robe that gave the impression of a fallen. Yet in one hand was an intricate Bedlam staff, quietly thrumming with barely condensed energy. Lurking in the shadow of the sorcerer where two similarly cloaked space marines, both sporting a pair of Wicked daggers, although dagger is hardly a term to describe the weapon used by these space marines, yet they were relatively shorter than normal power swords, yet appeared no less deadly. Azakael stood a few minutes more on the edge of the cliff, then feeling satisfied, severed the link between himself and his master, the strain only leaving the faintest impression on the sorcerer's mind.

Azakael: "The battle between the Imperials and the Greenskins is well underway just as I predicted, and the Eldar have flocked here seeking the power on this planet as well. What are your thoughts on the matter Xavius?"

Xavius: "This is well as we have predicted master.. yet i'm worried about the Eldar. They could interfere with our plans."

Amriel: "Nonesense. The Eldar force is nothing in comparison to our forces. Leoroth can wipe them out singlehandedly, you recall what happened when it broke free inside Fordan don't you?"

Xavius: "Of course I do. Heh... I don't know if Erial can recover completely from the havoc his pet caused. But enough of this nonesense Master Azakael, are we ready to begin?"

The Sorcerer nodded to the two, who quietly stepped back as their master walked passed them. Secluded on the small mountain was an even smaller portal, large enough to allow a mediocre force through, yet not so large as to be noticeable to the forces currently engaged in combat. In front of the portal was a large runic circle, glowing eerily red in the shadow of the mountain top. Master Azakael stepped into the center, and promptly pulled a book out from inside of his robes, and opening to a page prepared to begin a massive spell to shatter the bonds keeping the chaos portal stable.

Azakael: "There is only one task I have for you now. Destroy the command structure of the enemy. Any Orks Eldar or Human you see leading the battle, kill them."

The two bowed silently and turned to leave down the mountain, their cruel blades already in their hands.

Az: "One more thing. The Ordo Hereticus made planetfall. I suspect you two can deal with the situation accordingly"

With their orders given the two slipped quietly down the mountain, to vanish silently into the ensuing carnage.

Under the looming darkness of the mountain Master Azakael prepared his spell. The sheer weight of the psychic power he was channeling threatened to rip apart his body at any moment, yet after meer moments since the first words of power were ushered the Sorcerer Lord tore apart the veil holding the portal intact. The small gate, previously contained withing a small circle of dark brass, large enough to allow four people to walk abreast was now a massive rift in reality. Miles away at the Imperial Stronghold Imperials Orks and Eldar could see the massive cracks and beams of light protruding from the small mountain. The toothlike spire of rock was quickly becoming fragmented as bolts of power tore through the mountain, each branch racing towards the bottom and out onto the flat ground of the highland. When it seemed the bolts of lightning were finally about to halt their unnatural advance the entirety of the earthen spire shattered, jolts of earth and rock exploding into all directions, yet slowing after the initial moments of eruption to remain in a state of near suspension around the large rift that had entered reality under the shadow of the once proud mountain. A large crater underneath the eruption site glowed with foul warp energy, etheral fire blazed from ruptures in the ground, and psychic lightning arked between the various floating islands above the rupture and connected to the ground. Raw warp power poured into the sky, covering the surrounding air in an unnatural veil of darkness

[Back at Fordan]
Lord Zial was armed in full war regalia, his massive powerclaw and daemon sword hug loosely by his sides, as the large gateway between the two continents opened up. In front of him was a massive army of traitors, at the very front of the spearhead was a number of Daemon Engines and astartes tanks, consisting of a landraider and a small number of forgefiends and mauler fiends to name but a few. Behind them insurmountable numbers of heretics and fanatics, their random assortment of weapons ranged from rare flamers and boltguns to the ever present auto/las guns and pistols that are common place in the Imperium. In the middle of the assembled battleforce was the small force of Chaos Astartes Lord Zial had chosen to join the assault and riddled amongst the entire army was an assortment of khornate daemons and beasts and on the mountains of the fortress a number of Heldrakes perched awaiting the order to charge the enemy. Behind the entire procession, anchored to the ground by massive chains of adamantium knelt the Knight Erradicus. The once holy imperial knight's form had been horribly twisted by the wretched power of the warp. Flesh grew in great amounts across the entirety of the Knight's body, giving it the look of an enormous monster with armor protruding from many parts of it's body. On it's right arm is a massive taloned Thunder strike gauntlet, the cruel fist wreathed in a field of glowing purple energy much like it's opposite adornment, an upsized Hades autocannon. The massive machine was adorned with Multiple symbols of chaos and ruinic marks, and the face plate of the Knight was none the less brutal than the man now forcefully entombed within the suit.

Leoroth: "I.....Shall have......death........"

Zial: "Indeed you shall. But you must wait for now. We must test the Imperial's strength before we send you against them. To waste such an asset as yourself simply does not do the Legion any good."

Leoroth: "I will wait.......for now"

Zial: "Good. Now then let us begin. TO ALL FORCES OF CHAOS ASSEMBLED HERE. CHARGE THE WARP GATE. DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR!"

With a massive sound of hundreds of voices yelling and screaming in unison the entirety of the Chaos Spearhead threw themselves into the breach created by Azakael. All around the eruption site Chaos forces were appearing from the rift, grouping up in quick preperation to charge the enemies position. In the front where the massive daemon engines and tanks, thundering forward and closing the gap between the Imperial battle ground and their corrupted weapons.

<Megabash>
Zog the pansies, 'umies and anyone else Megabash had his eyes torn from a rather boring Imperial defense line, the far more enticing Space Marines all the way over to an army appearing out of the blue from some particularly naff site of some crazy zoggin lightning strikes. Just looking at it the Meganob's visor was filled with leering daemonic maws and ghosts of energy signatures that weren't actually there. A bellowing chuckle erupted from Megabash as a long tongued fiend appeared to stretch itself across his vision before fading back into its own twisted reflection. "BWahahaha! Right! Left! Yooz seein diz? Dem warp gribblies is makin' faces at me, deyz too scared ta fight!" Any reply was suddenly drowned out as torrents of fire and dirt erupted from the earth, Imperial artillery coming to purge xenos most foul!

Somewhere off to his right a Mega-nob suffered a direct hit from an earthshaker round flooring him as a shredded chunk of burning metal that was only slightly smaller than a grot tank. If it had been anything lighter such as a mortar or Ork kannon it probably would of been more akin to a winding blow and knocked him down, but against a heavy piece of artillery even mega armor wasn't proof. For this though, not a single zoggin damn was to be had. With a bellowing war cry the 'Goff' began trundling toward their flanks looking to meet these new foes and get himself a fine pick of the action.

"BOZZ GONNA KRUMP DEM SPIKEY GITZ! 'AVE FUN 'ERE! BASHERS WIFF ME!" Oh what a joy it would be to have his currently battle fortress prepared right now, alass such was not to be....those Meks better of been hard at work back at the base. Activating his own looted vox system the second in command made contact with his own personal web of odd boys, speshulist and over all fun folk. "Docta Boom? "

"Boom time? " A static laden voice answered, Megabash able to hear a chain of explosions rippling in the background.

"Always know exactly what Iz want. Make sure doze spikey gits don't get no pansy arse charges off. " With a deep chuckle he listened as his own back mounted mortar fired off, the grots having accidentally loaded a squig it was sent flying into an Imperial squad, promptly chewing through some poor greenhorn's stomach, promptly cutting off his expected fifteen hours at a mere few minutes into his first engagement.

Elsewhere in the Orkish mob a number of tractor pulled mortars, barrels easily wide enough to fit a full grown Ork, trundled into position to begin firing on their newly arrived friends from the warp portal. Fat munitions spat with little rhyme or reason other than to begin blowing everything in the troop laden hellscape right back to where they came from.

Galgradak lifted his massive fist up high, his guard and namely Megabash had absorbed the worst of the short bombardement, their mega armour absorbing shockwaves and shrapnel like a kliff against grand waves.
Though some of them would be slowed down by this, and be less armoured, it dident really matter. since now with the oomie bombardment and the orks own had now cleared up much of the way, "stupit oomies, stompen de selves." as he lifted his fist high.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH"he then roared, the Imperials had broken their own defences and now chaos had arived to make another front of thegrand glorlius fight.
Galgradak and the guards began mooving forwards, now forgettting about the imperial guard, dem spiky gitz had come with their warmachines, plus the spacemarines had shown up, but first to krump everything in between them and the chaos forces.


<Meanwhile> while ork forces kept up their assault on everything, though many had died it the glory of the fight was still great.
But in the back close to where docta booms artilery rolled up, another tank rolled up, it came late becouse of its slow movement, the meks where paticularily carefull with this one.
The trukk itself was not the biggest, it was clearly armoured and two thing someone might recognise as kustum force field generators stood spinning on its top.
The tank was the weaponised crystal, it had been slowly and surely build up its massive power underway to the battle, for as the meks had learned, it was hugely unstable, but even more powerfull.
The barrel aimed down the line, with as few orks and as many foes of every race as possible, and then with a massive thundercrak of released energy it fired its extremely powerfull lazor that could make caves in mauntains.
"DA SUPPA ZAPPA IS EAR" an overjoyed mek called out on a massive vox caster.

The symphony escalated, the storm - once of Eldarin sword-wind - was now of fire and blood. The melody that of screaming violins set ablaze, yet still somehow producing an appreciable sound. The jetbikes had been hit pretty hard by the enemy artillery, and the transports had unloaded their warriors to cover up the retreat of the survivors. From Ynnead Raiders and smooth Wave Serpents, the heterogeneous assortment of Corsairs arrived. They were now dancing the Dance Of Death with the Astartes, in pockets of fateful conflict, spread throughout the fiery field. The observant eye could see that the Eldar were not fighting to kill - not if at all possible - they were instead stabbing forth to disable and leaping back, some powered by jetpacks, to get to a safe distance to charge in once more.

"By Khaine, what is that?" Muttered a Corsair as she leapt away from a chainsabre strike. In the distance, the gates to hell had opened, unleashing their fervent Chaos fiends upon the material realm. Their presence - although plainly visible to the Eldar - was more a psychic taint, noticeably crippling those Corsairs with shining stones upon their breast.
"The thralls of Chaos are here!" Yelled Caedessin, armed with her twin Razorflails but denying them flesh, merely dodging the attacks of the Astartes. The heat was intense in the burning prairies, the blood and suffering pulsing around the former Trueborn, but she relished in the pain no longer. "Retreat, free warriors! Back to the shadows!"

A misstep, a heartbeat too late, her abdomen was met just barely by an enemy blade. Caedessin leapt and twirled backwards - three consecutive times in a blur of graceful movements. The wound had severed the dermis but it was far from lethal.
Her lips, crimson and daunting, smiled - her tongue riding the uppermost. Caedessin's dark jade eyes rose to find the man who was skilled enough to land a hit on the Intemperate Iylaadr Lacerai.

The colours of nightly Adamantium met Siam-Hanian crimson as a Wave Serpent rammed against an enemy formation. Unlike the other vehicles, though, this Serpent stood to fight along with the rest of the ground forces, rotating constantly to meet always cockpit-to-helm the enemy forces.
"Come acquire some!" Yelled Thirialoushe from behind the membrane-like crystal that protected her from harm. "Or 'get' some," she corrected. The expression was something she had heard from humans some time ago and was meant to be a cry of defiance. She wondered for a second why purchasing, trading or else securing something was a defiant act in and of itself, but the bulk of her conscience was too focused on gunning down Marines to truly delve into the thought. Thir was encased in a blood-red Guardian suit, her wavy black hair kept in an untamed mess that did not completely cover up the delicate tattoo of the Cosmic Serpent she wore upon her cheekbone.

With its pilot manning its signature twin-linked Star Cannons and the ghost of its sentience manning the Shuriken Cannon below, Thirialoushe's Serpent held the line so the wounded could embark. Retreat had to be swift, else too many would be lost in this ruse of a skirmish.

A templar fighting heard the Eldar say something about chaos. A second later a vox opened up to Azrael, "Sir, chaos forces have revealed themselves."

Azrael looked off into the distant with a smile, "I should have known all this noise would bring the roaches out." He then looked out onto the fields and saw the Eldar falling back. "All Valkyries come in for pick ups. Withdraw you fire all squads and pick up the injuries or dead, with yourselves, into the valkyries. All armor stand by for pick up."

Moments later valkyries began flying in pickup all the squads and armor. It was as though nothing was left in the field but fires and blood. Finally one Valkyrie landed behind the Inquisitor and his guards, "Load up. Today is not the day to squash these roaches under heel." With that he and the squad loaded up and disappeared into the skyline. "Next time daemons. Next time," Azrael said as he looked out the side of the ship.

It was a silent agreement. Each side picked up their wounded and the Souls or Seeds of the dead and left. Fighting was now only a token show of force as both sides knew without words that their quarrel had come to an end... For now. Eldar eyes met Astarte visors, each recognizing the others' strength, yet both sides were ready and aching to rekindle the flames of battle and willing to die if it meant seeing the other go down.
Some Eldar even seemed to disregard the Space Marines completely on an emotional level - sure, they were watchful not to get shot, but they seemed completely focused upon their current task. Humans - genetically altered or otherwise - we not worth the hatred.