"Ohi Boss! Looks like dem gits are leggin it!" The Deffskull, who was daydreaming , was suddenly brought back to reality by that statement. The stormboys were approaching as fast as possible the two wounded factions, though Ead Ztompa couldn't help but notice the background on his way there. Weird chaotic transmutations and bursts of energy were erupting from the mountains, Chaos hordes marching forward, and lightinings fired from the ork artillery batteries towards the general direction of the imperial lines, all those events momentarily distracted the ork. However, now the greenskin returned to his senses, and now he wanted even more to rush the plan. "WUT?!? WE AIN'T GONNA LEAVE DEM PANZIES WIFFOUT A FOIGHT! LEG IT OR OI'S GUNNA KICK YA IN YER ARZE TO GO FAZTA!" Ead Ztompa triggered every single thruster which formed his rokkit pak, taking it to its limit, starting to cause some mini detonations inside the engine. Those alarms didn't bother Krooza Nob, though, as he was certain that he had covered himself with enough blue paint. Besides, all he could care about now was only to get some loot from the fleeing Eldar. "STOMP DEM, LADS! KATCH DEIR ATTENSHUN! MAKE DEM KNOW DA URRIKAN SMASHAS ARE ERE!!!" While laughing maniacally, Ead Ztompa flew through the ranks of the Ynnead Raiders, dropping all his bombs to cause as much harm as possible, in addition to make his presence known to his opponents. The rest of the stormboys quikly reached their boss as well, haching and shooting among the retreating Eldars. As his subordinates were already stuck into a bloody melee fight with the jetbike riders, Ead Ztompa was still rolling through the enemy lines, until his charge was halted in the worst possible place. For his opponents. The ork, infact, managed to crash right inside the open hull of a wave serpent, which was currently loading several wounded corsairs. As soon as Ead Ztompa realised where he was, an evil broad grin appeared on his face. "Sorry lads, Oi forgot to knok. Kan Oi join diz party ere?" Cries of pain and sound of firing catapults could be heard coming from inside the vehicle. When the last noise ceased, Ead Ztompa emerged covered in blood, most of which belonging to the Eldars who got trapped inside. To conclude his attack, while exiting the transport, the ork fired his buzz killa in the wave serpent's cockpit to cause even further havok. In front of him many other warriors were standing ready to fire, but the ork cheekily provoked them "OHI YA POINTY EAR PANZIES! D'D WE GET YER ATTENSHUN?"
Kragg sees the valkaries come in aight and he yells into the vox at zial @Lord_Zial_Ghoul "HEY THEIR LEAVING! I KNEW THEY WOULD BE SCARED OF US BUT COME ON!!" Kragg starts shooting his blastmaster at them even though the bullets will not reach he keeps trying and he just keeps yelling in a mixture of high amd low gothinc making it barely understandable the force kragg was leading was still a ways away from the fight and had little to no chance theyd make it in time
(Ooc yes sorry i completely forgot about it i was gone for a few days and still a little here and their >~<)
(OOC: Dire Avengers? We are Corsairs, no Aspects here. Also I wasn't aware we had a jetbike-jetpack fight going on. Interesting...) Weaving around each other, over each other and under, the Corsair riders fought the propelled Orks, the grace of the Eldar engines - in theory - far outmatched whatever devices the Orks had put together, yet somehow the Eldar were slowly losing. Beneath them, on the ground, the Orks met with worthy opponents who weren't truly fleeing but had simply finished their endeavour. If the Orks wanted a fight, they would get it. Wyches danced around the Orks, bunching up on them and making them suffer horrible deaths, Eldar in Exodite armours impaled the greenskins with dual lances, and Corsairs with Powerswords duelled the assailants with nonchallant grace. Then there were the tanks and the skimmers, making deadly passes with massive weapons. Nearby, the challenge of an Ork reached the ears of the Warhost - who indeed had submitted their attention to the brute. A slender figure walked towards him amidst the flames, the profile distorted by the fire. "You have mine, and if you were intelligent you'd know that is no small feat," she said. Caedessin's eyes burned green, her armoured hand reached to her hip, the grip of a serrated blade. In a quick move, she extended such blade to make a whip of a myriad tiny razors - a Razorflail. She quickly withdrew a second blade twin to the first one, and began spinning them around herself to create an offensive shield. The display was mesmeric, her face effortless. Caedessin froze, her poise inviting. "Let us dance."
Observing the carnage Jacob scowled as he watched the Ork Warboss and his crew of Meganobs lumber away from artillery fire zone inconceivably undamaged by the combined firepower of over a company's worth of basilisk cannons. The terrain they had left behind had become a deep moonscape of craters where the Earthshaker rounds had hit leaving very little of the defensive fortifications that had once stood there. As the Warboss retreated the bulk of the Ork horde had followed him towards a what looked like new enemy emerging in the distance, as a result the bulk of the pressure placed on the front line had lessened reducing the frantic nature of the conflict. Gesturing to one of the Leman Russ tank crew members for a pair of binoculars the commissar viewed the new enemy coming into view and his scowl only worsened as he saw that it was the traitor forces now coming to join the battle. All manner of cultists, foul daemons, traitor space marines and their vehicles were pouring out of the woodland towards the rear of the Ork horde including most prominently a single land raider. The air was literally charged with their fell energies and the bulk of their forces seemed to be coming from a large rift. Disgusted by the sight of the heretics Jacob thrust the viewing optics back into the hands of the crew member and looked down at the state of the front line before him. The pace of the battle had slowed somewhat for the guardsmen stationed on the outer perimeter, with the bulk of the Ork onslaught now directed towards the traitor legions only a side effort of the Greenskins had remained to combat the Imperial guard. The respite had allowed one of the support platoons to set up new defensive positions in the perimeter breach where the Orks had almost broken through the lines filling sandbags as they started erecting new firepoints for their heavy weapons. The vehicles of the armored division in particular the Leman russ tanks themselves were hardly worse for wear having only largely suffered inaccurate small arms fire for the current duration of the battle. Satisfied that the defenses still held Dalimond once again spoke into his communicator, he gestured to the vox operator to relay the target coordinates of the land raider to the basilisk batteries. 'Commissar Dalimond to basilisk batteries, artillery barrage ineffective, resume former operations and bombard the enemy outside the perimeter, do not let those guns silence until I say otherwise. Coordinates for enemy heavy armor has been relayed basilisk batteries primus and secundus focus fire on these coordinates, all others fire at will.' (Just corrected an error, Zial told me that the knight had yet to appear so I changed targets)
Amidst the carnage of the battlefield Xavius, dueling a rather crafiter ork nob had heard the taunt of a rather astout and more interesting enemy. Quickly dispatching of his assaliant the assassin stalked towards the sound of the voice only to discover two particularly armed and armoured xenos. The Ork and the Eldar positioned themselves a relatively close distance between each other, yet went mostly unnoticed amidst the Chaos of battle. "Delightful. I've found two heads of the same snake." Unsheating his two blades with a flourish of expert skill, Xavius walked quietly up to the pair, the Eldar issuing a taunt just a second before he arrived. "Well what do we have here? A little girl fighting a giant idiot. Yet for some reason you both hold merit amongst your peers. I find that quite peculiar. Especially amongst members of your species." Under the cowl shielding Xavius' face from his opponents the astares gave a small grin. No ork or eldar worth their life would let such an insult go unnoticed, exactly what he wanted.
<Megabash> Megabash and a great chunk of the Orkish horde were set on a collision course with their newest set foes, like a great green tide prepared to close in upon a bloody wide rock they willingly flooded into the warp wracked landscape to clash with the forces of Chaos. Not even a grunt was given to those weedier heretics and cultist that were in his way, their bodies trampled beneath his immense bulk as it picked up more and more momentum, a pair of meganobs right as his side forming a three strong spear head that was burrowing deep into their enemies fleshy body of cannon fodder with reckless heed. "BOSS BOSS BOSS BOSS!" Left pointed his think point of a nose forward like a rather irksome bird. "BIG SPIKEY 'UMIE FING!" Megabash craned his neck a bit to get a better look of things, immediately picking out the host of corrupt space marines and a fairly important looking fellow among them. With a deep chortle that was lost over Right firing off a cluster of stikkbombs from his kannon the walking tank of a greenskin leaned forward all the more to get ever greater amounts of momentum going, running over at least a dozen screaming men and women like a mag-train off its rails. "Nice spottin Left! 'OLD ON!" Klaw extended forward, top most saw finger lowered as to avoid obstructing his scorchas twin barrels as it sent a single great wash of flame out before him. Such was his speed and the warped wind conditions that it quickly began to turn back toward him, creating an arrow head of flames with Megabash at its core flying straight through to get to grips with the renegade astartes. Elsewhere upon the battle field Lord Zial's assassin wasn't the only one watching the space pansies and 'Ead Ztompa with interest. A large trail of dead Orks, seemingly benign barrels and even a petrified tree stump was playing cover to some of the most kunnin' and unorthodox (Unorkyodox one might say) of all Orks: Kommandoes. Shootas, big shootas, rippy knives, burnas and several rokkit launchas began to eek out from these positions of undeniably ingenious cover. A Nob holding a thick bundle of bound blastin' sticks leaned forward, lighting up their fuse with a freshly lit squiggar. "Alroight bruvas....HIT 'EM!" A tree stump was sent flying by a powerful calloused hand, attached arm thick as a tree in its own right the piece of make shift cover hurdled randomly into the Eldar lines, dynamite collection following after it. Orkish bodies were shrugged off and barrels either kicked aside or lifted away as a force of thirty Ork stealth specialist began to rip into the lines of those Eldar and Chaos forces present nearby...not to mention their own kin but that just came with the territory of Ork ballistic skill.
Imperial Guard Command Bunker - Western Highlands Colonel Hector Bassk clenched his fists in anger, as he glared as the grainy hololithic projection of his superior, Brigadier-General Holstenn, who somehow manged to look down on him, even from the monumental distance between them. "Colonel, your reports do not instill confidence" Holstenn chided, looking rather displeased."I was lead to believe that Cadians were some of the finest soldiers in the Imperium, and yet a greenskin rabble is enough to compromise our timetable? My staff should be taking up residence planetside, yet here we are in orbit, and our base is as of yet unsecured" "Sir" Hector seethed, barely managing to hold his tone in check. "We were set upon soon after arriving, that we had anytime at all to establish a defense is an Emperor-damned miracle in and of itself. That said, if you would allow my men to reinforce the Gortex, then we could drive those xeno bastards back to where they came from" "Colonel, though I appreciate your tactical advice, the Gortex can handle a mob of Orks" was Holstenn's curt reply. "It's more then that, Sir! The Archenemy has launched an assault! Furthermore, the Eldar are here. They were engaged by the Astartes, but they fought to a standstill and have withdrawn" "The Chaos forces have launched an assault? Interesting . . ." Holstenn pondered "General, our men are dying out there! If you do not release my men to bolster the Gortex now, our positions will be over run!" Hector pleaded. "Nonsense Colonel! I have every confidence that the Gortex will hold the line and drive the heretics back. Your task is to finish construction of our fortifications and establishing our foothold on Immundra" Holstenn stated, his tone making it clear he would suffer no argument. "General, Sir . . .If we do not act now, the casualties . . ." " . . .will be within expected and acceptable rates. We have run the numbers, Colonel. Losses within the Gortex ranks will be regrettable, yet necessary to buy the required time to finish . . ." "Necessary? You want them to get slaughtered, don't you? You sniveling pile of grox-shit!" Hector fumed, slamming his adamantium fist into the table, causing the connection to waver. "Colonel, you will mind your tone when addres . . . " Holstenn spat. "I'm sorry, General. Your signal is breaking up. You will have to repeat that . . ." Hector stated, as he nodded to the Enginseer nearby to cut the feed. The adept hesitated for a moment, before complying. "Colonel! What the hell do you think you are . . .?" "Sir? You want us to reinforce the Gortex regiment? Are you sure? Understood, Sir" Hector concluded, saluting smartly as the furious imaged of Edvardius Holstenn faded away. The stunned silence of the command bunker was only broken up by the distant rumble of explosions. "What are you all looking at?" Colonel Bassk demanded. "Get our men moving. Now!" ~*~ From their bunkers and entrenched dugouts, the Cadian guardsmen came rushing to the aid of the beleaguered Gortex troops. Kasrkin platoons that had been chomping at the bit to get deploying into the action were at last set loose. Their Valkyrie gunships rushing them to front with extreme haste. Cadian heavy weapons teams raced to dig in next to their Gortex counter-parts, and were soon adding their own fire to the Imperial fusillade. Colonel Bassk pulled up next to Commissar Dalimond's Punisher in his own Command Chimera. He tipped his peaked cap to the political officer before shouting at him over the rumble of their engines. "Apologies for our tardiness, Commissar. Comms difficulties and such. Excellent job holding the line. I'll be setting up a command post in the second line trench if your looking for me" Bassk's Chimera started to pull away. He looked back before he was out of earshot and shouted: " . . and try not to waste all your ammo. You might need a bullet for later!"
H.D.M.S. Magnificent - Command Bridge "Colonel Bassk? . . . Colonel Bassk! . . .damn that man!" Brigadier-General Holstenn shouted at the blank holo. His face increasing it's shade of red with every passing moment. His staff began to back away in fear. They knew what was going to come. "That insolent, traitorous bastard!" he shouted, slamming his fists down on the projector casing. "I'll have his head for this!" "No you won't Holstenn, so stop shouting on my bridge" Rear-Admiral Van Vorst chided, his back to the fuming General, as he gazed at the tactical holo. "Stay out of this, Vorst. This is Guard business and non of your concern" Holstenn spat back. "On the contrary, it is every bit my concern. We are having comms difficulties with our forces on the ground. My people are looking into now. We should have it sorted out soon enough. In the mean time . . . Helmsman, bring us to head 135. Half ahead all engines" "Half ahead all engines. Heading 135, Sir!" "Very Good. Fire Control?" Vorst inquired. "Loading firing solutions now, my Lord" "Excellent!" Vorst exclaimed, as he moved to take his seat on his Command Throne. "Firing solutions? What are you doing Vorst? Get us back into station right this instant!" Holstenn bellowed, the veins in his neck throbbing violently. "Don't presume to give me orders, General. This is a joint command, after all. You are in charge of the foot sloggers and I am in command of His Divine Majesty's Warships. If I need your expertise on how to dig a trench, I will consult you. Leave the naval business to me" "You didn't answer my question. What are you doing?" Holstenn demanded. He had turned a rather dangerous shade of scarlet at this point. "I'm not doing anything. My Helmsman is steering, my Fire Control Officer is plotting, and I am sitting here getting ready to enjoy the show" "What show? What are you going on about?" "You are aware of the Chaos forces assaulting your men, are you not?" "Yes, of course" "Then you are also aware of the gaping wound in the fabric of reality that they opened to traverse an entire continent in mere seconds" "Yes, what of it?" "Well, I for one have no intention of letting it stay there" "What are you going to do" "Why blast it and the ones holding it open, to atoms of course!" As Vorst's last words left his mouth, the entire ship began to vibrate and the familiar whine of energy build up permeated the air. Across the dorsal lance batteries, incredible energies cascaded inside the massive focusing array. The whine reached a crescendo and the darkness of the void was momentarily brightened by the light of a small supernova. A cascade of massive energy beams erupted from the Magnificent's Lance Battery and hammered their way through the upper atmosphere of Immundra V. High above the raging battle, the sky opened up as the wrath of the God Emperor was made manifest, and thundered down upon the raging warp portal from which the forces of chaos disgorged themselves. The ruined mountain was hammered with the destructive force of a dying sun. The plasmatic fire of the lance beam striking the portal and the forces around it like the angry fist of a the God Emperor himself.
