Kragger whose watching him in complete wonder on how hes going to succed his mission he just thinks to him seof and stays quiet while he holds up his blast master in the trench shooting at heavily fortified defense locations while ned jumps into the trench with a ork twitching at the end of his bayonette "Ey der boss j see you are still living dats good wots going on here?"ned breaths out heavily and starts unloading his gun into the ork to get him off the gun and kragg thinks for a bit more ".....stick to the plan....... but becareful.......itll be a bit tougher then i thought" kragg goes back into a stone cold silence and ned just keeps shooting and cutting anyone in half that tries to get near kragg and kragg mumbles to himself "hmmm killing this little mocking bird may require some.....special expertise"
(OOC: Don't worry about it, my friend. I tend to sound more hostile than I truly want when it comes to written expression. I thought I had made it clear that the Eldar had left when the forces of Chaos had revealed themselves and the Astartes fled, that's all on my end. As for botting NPC's, I think you can RP actions TOWARDS them, not dictate their own - else you'd be altering the other players' strategies.)
Inside the ancient warmachine leoroth remained stangnat. The implants on his mind and the cruel fusion of his flesh having been seared heavily from the collassal barrage he undertook. But at the crucial moment before death envelloped him, the true purpose for the beast was finally revealed. Glowing purple ruins inblazoned the ruined walker. Purple fire envelloped the carcass of the daemon machine as Leoroth shouted his final words. "YOU WILL DIE" the horrible sound, a mess of static and poorly vocalized Gothic, was still audible to any one withig range of the great machine. All of a sudden the runes produced a blinding light, if only for a moment before snuffing out entirely. For a moment the air was still, and then a massive roar could be heard, as the runes suddenly reappeared and the light fires around the collassal turned into a column of purple heat. All at once the runes revived an unimaginably bright light, and a blast of psychic energy demolished the once proud knight. Purple liquid shot high into the air, as the knight corpse bleed the vile substance in a massive pool around its corpse. All along the fortress pools of the stuff landed, unlucky victims suddenly degenerated into savage beast or simply melted from the vile liquid. The ooze seeped into the bodies, causing soldiers to claw at their skin as immense pain wracked their beings and their minds suddenly snapped. All across the battlefield soldiers turned into savages. Underneath the knight the pool of liquid was growing, flowing into trenches and flooding the area outside the first gate entropic fire still plummed sky high, a beacon of destruction amidst the chotic battle field. The remaining Chaos army took the loss of their prized warmachine gravely, the majority routing before the Imperial assault. Most however were cut down by the defenders or artillery, or were the unlucky subjects to the Dark liquid that cascaded down on the battlefield in a seemingly endless rain. [Xavius] "I've had enough of this fight. I know who you two are, and that's well enough for me." With his targets acquired Xavius warped away from the battle, just to appear alongside his master and his brother Amriel, who both slipped into the portal, rendering the warpgate finally unstable, the vortex collapsing in on itself as the suspended mountain crashed down over the sight. Next to Kragger and Ned as well as the champion Setk, a small portal just large enough for the Ogryn to fit through appeared, the Chaos Lord clealry visible behind it, as well as two sorcerers who were channeling the portal. Zial: "QUICKLY. DEAL WITH THE CHAMPION AND AND GET INSIDE" @torque
(OOC: Ok panzie, gud to know. I'll remember that for any future post. I would argue, though, that my stormboys started attacking your troops during the retreat. Even if I was late, you said that some of your jetbike riders stayed on the field, so maybe that's the one that I draw to my trap... Ahem, BAK TO TOPPIK!) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- <Ead Ztompa> @Banshee The surviving heretics were running for the lives, after the stormnob had slaughtered many of their twisted allies. The ork was intent on cleaning its Golden Fixa from several bloob taints and fragments of skulls, when he suddenly catched a glimpse of a weird purple light coming from behind. The greenskin turned to face the source of the strange bright waves, only to see the Chaos champion vanishing within the Warp rift. "ZOG YA, YA ZPIKEY WUN! Too zkared'o me to foight, ain't ya?" Ead Ztompa was deeply disappointed by the escape of such an interesting foe, before he had the chance to give the traitor a proper beating. Now, though, there were more compelling issues: many orks were laying dead on the ground, Galdradak's horde was retreating, and all around him could see only panzies posing a threat, even if few in numbers. Krooza Nob called then for the Lacerai leading that force, calling for her "Ohi, ya pointy ears! Da Spikey wun leg it like a grot, dere's no gud point in smashin ya den, 'speshully without a green publik to enjoy da shuw! Oi'll give ya diz chanze ere to leavve, but be awware, next toime Oi see ya, YOU'S A 'EAD ON A TROFFY PAK, EH EH AH!" With that declaration to cover his dignity before retreating, Ead Ztompa triggered his rokkit pak and pointed the thrusters towards the ground. The pressed air and the pouring flames created a cloud of sand and smoke that covered entirely the ork, hoping that would have covered him while retreating. Before jumping, though, even in the midst of the dust, he noticed something not too far away distinctly shining: it was one of the mysterious shards. It was part of the rocks which were powering the Suppa Zakka trukk, which flew over there because of the several bombardments. The ork didn't waste time and quickly grabbed and put the interesting artefact in his belt, before triggering once more his rokkit pak for starting a "cunning retreat".
<Megabash> "Dok, jobs done 'ere, giant enemy kan is dead. " A trukk had pulled up alongside him now, its driver having climbed into firing cupola to rattle off big shoota shots over a pointlessly long distance hitting absolutely nothing but at least somewhat sating his own boredom. What would of deafened a human was only a whisper in meganob's ear right now compared to everything else heard. Trundling around out back he climbed into the trukk back and smacked the cabin. The Blood Axe had seen a lot of dead killy things today, best uv 'em definitely not -theirs-. Without forces in orbit to really contest the 'umie fleet they were vulnerable to bombardment, thoughts of dying in a fiery inferno without even getting to try and fight back left his throat dry for a desperately needed drink. As trukk lurched off on fat tires they linked up with Dok Boom and his Boomers. "Ja see dat kill? Weez blew up dat kan real good like! " The Big Mek's eagerness had seen him throwing himself over onto their vehicles hood, incredible weight nearly destroying their engine but an absent minded slap with his spanner seemed to magically restore their transport before Dok Boom slipped into open backed scrap bed and sat beside Megabash. "Was a roight good kill, dat afta effect doh, looked like wot 'appens wiff a bomb squig dat get shot before it hit da lines, cept wiff more blood an less actual killy splosions. " "I know roight? Soon as I git back ta da shop Iz gonna cook up somin' speshul just like it! 'Ave dem Snake Bites start breedin speshul gut melta squigs, store all dem burny gut juices in 'em an we'll fire dem off in deese shells roight? DEN BOOM! Meltin' juice everywhere! " Megabash cracked a grin as Dok Boom went on, moments like these were exactly why he made sure the Big Mek got some patronage with the Warlord and a few extra teams of Death Skulls working purely for him. "I'll send a few uv da Bashers down ta make sure orders be clear. " Power Saw Klaw reached out to knock against Dok Boom's own cybork fist. "Weez gonna come back an break everyfing. " Head tipping back Megabash grinned hungrily at the fading Imperial bastion as it was splashed with the bodies of those who hadn't caught the idea to retreat yet along with Leoroth's hungering blood.
There was a blinding flash as Dalimond sat in the gunner's seat, looking through the viewing port the commissar saw that the enemy knight had erupted into a fountain of purple liquid which was already forming a massive pool around the wreckage of the fallen machine. This pool of liquid was growing rapidly and Jacob realized that within moments it would come into contact with the almost destroyed Leman Russ Punisher, not willing to find out what it would do the commissar shouted to the pilot. 'Pilot move this vehicle! full reverse thrust!' Just before the pool of liquid touched the hull of the Leman Russ the tank started reversing away, the pilot trying to coax as much life as he can from the smoking engine was muttering prayers to the Emperor under his breath as he frantically worked the controls. The vehicle was reversing over abandoned dugouts and pillboxes as it went causing the both the crew and the remaining spare boxes of ammunition making the ride considerably bumpy, another spare box of punisher rounds fell out of the breach in the hull and was immediately consumed by the expanding pool. Eventually the Tank started moving away from the purple liquid just as they started nearing the prefabricated wall representing the start of the inner defenses of the base, the vehicle finally grinded to a halt the pilot gaving a sigh of relief before Dalimond got up and started moving towards the hatch. pushing the dead body of the vox operator out of the way he reached for the vox caster before frowning when he realized the equipment had been destroyed by shrapnel, turning around he shouted an order to the remaining crew 'Pilot drive us to the Cadian forward command, before we do anything else we must coordinate our recovery efforts in the aftermath of this attack. once there I want you to head to the vehicle depot and contact the Gortex techpriests, want this vehicle ready for battle by the time of the next confrontation' Nodding the pilot then pulled another lever wincing slightly as the ruined engine emitted a bang adding more smoke to the interior, the Tank turned and started headed towards the base interior towards Bassk's forward command leaving the pool of liquid behind them. On their way they encounter pockets of resistance in the form of feral guardsmen, as the tank entered the base a number of them tried to clamber onto the Leman Russ only to be thwarted by the sudden appearance of Dalimond out of the top hatch. Grim faced the commissar punched the nearest guardsmen out of the way as he clambered his way out of the hatch, the other savages still clambering their way up were systematically shot down by the precise aim of Jacob's bolt pistol. When the last one fell Dalimond returned into the interior of the tank. Inside the vehicle the tank commander had just dispatched with his laspistol another feral guardsman who had just tried to enter in through the hull breach, as the commissar assumed his position by the tank hatch the tank commander pushed the dead body out of the damaged hull before ordering the pilot to continue. with a roar the punisher continued onward towards the waiting Cadian command post.
Kragger doesnt even think twice then he bolts torwards the place sekt last was and shoulder bashed several people to get to him stomping on enemys making loud crunching sounds as bones under him shatterd from his mere weight then he finds sekts corpse and he quickly grabs his ankle amd drags him all the way back even swinging his corpse into a few orks and when kragg gets back he pushes ned into the portal and rushes in whilst it closes up Kragg starts breathing heavy "what in the darkest pits of khornes throne happend back their zial?" Kragg stares at zial questioningly "was that your little experiment?" Kragg then gets frustrated and punches a nearby wall "Ill kill that damned commisar or who ever is in charge of that place!" He mutters with a extreme amount of grimace "it was my job to kill him....mine! I wanted to kill that champion!"
@Donairian "Commissar Dalimond, this is Inquisitor Azrael, reinforcements are five minutes out. Hold all lines at all cost. The Emperor protects. Azrael out." In exactly five minutes the punctual Inquisitor and the Black Templars company appeared in valkyries. The began to land within the Gortex's secured area. Azrael was first off the valkyries to put boots on the ground. With him was the templar chaplain Marius and first squad. He turned to the chaplain, "Push out all the tactical squads evenly to bolster the lines. Get our devestator squads to some high ground and focus fire on the front line. I want them to create some breathing room here. All assault marines are on stand by near forward command to deploy as needed. All armor to the rear. I want the whirlwind to keep their inferno rounds loaded. This battle needs to be broken up. This planet can not be won in a day." At that the information was sent to all units and they began to move out in a fashion expected of well trained space marines. The whirlwind began to unload their payloads in all directions, at both ork and heretic forces to make an attempt to break this battle off. The fires once again began to blaze up in walls in all directions. As before it was clear the Inquisitor cared little for killing the enemy, at this moment, and more about breaking communication and moral. The Templars ground forces did their part as well. Tactical squads moved to the front lines to bolster Gortex forces and raise moral. "For the Emperor! Push them back!" yelled one templar sergeant. The devestator squads quickly moved to high ground. Their heavy bolters, meltaguns, and rocket launchers opened up in all directions aiming to split up the forces to create more breathing room.
The damaged Punisher tank ground to a halt outside the entrance to Bassk's command post the hydraulics inside the treads giving a short hiss as the vehicle came to a complete stop, the two guardsmen standing watch over the entrance to the forward command eyed the smoking wreck of a Leman Russ tank with interest while keeping a tight grip on their lasguns. The top hatch of the Punisher tank opened, the hinges holding the cover shut swung a full 180 degrees and impacted the rear of the turret with a resounding clank of metal upon metal, out of the top of the tank emerged Commissar Dalimond who after straightening himself up leaped off the tank turret and onto the hard rockcrete below. As he landed the guardsmen both battle harderned cadians immediately snapped into drill position and saluted Dalimond who was presently brushing himself off with one hand, Jacob then proceeded into the interior of the command post paying no attention to the guardsmen as he passed by. Once inside he found the assembled officers of both the Gortex 340th and the Cadian 543rd presently organizing and coordinating the remains of the outer perimeter defenses, when the commissar arrived a number of heads turned in his direction before swiftly returning back to what they were doing. There were also considerable numbers of vox operators and strategists manning an assortment of different communications equipment, presently they were busy updating the strategic table with all manners of new tactical information. One of the vox operators approached the commissar carrying another portable vox caster, almost apologetically he mentioned to the commissar regarding the inquisitor's message. 'Sir call came in for you from Inquisitor Azrael, he states that reinforcements are inbound and has given orders for the outer perimeter to be held at all costs' Jacob scowled as he considered this message, the battle was already over the Orks were in full retreat as was the archenemy leaving only pockets of continued resistance from isolated groups. On the strategic table he noted the recent arrival of the Adeptus Astartes on the outer perimeter firing into backs of the retreating enemy as well as delivering artillery fire on seemingly random areas of the battlefield. On the ground the Imperial guard presently not afflicted by the purple liquid were reporting a surge in morale from the arrival of the space marines including a massive consolidation of forces scattered by the chaos assault. He gestured to a nearby senior officer from Gortex 540th who after hesitating briefly stopped what he was doing and drew near to the commissar, Jacob presently considering the effects of the purple liquid upon the guardsmen gave the following orders. 'I want you to organize a division of special weapons teams equipped with flamers and rebreathers to go from area to area exterminating all afflicted guardsmen on the field, all guardsmen within contaminated zones are to evacuate and report to the central drill area for an emergency inspection I shall carry out personally later today. These guardsmen must remain under watch by armed guard, any outbreak of violence must be put down with lethal force, failure to do so will result in a summary execution for the sergeant responsible. No guardsmen is to be allowed near contaminated areas without clearance from either regimental command or command actual, violators of this precaution must be shot immediately to prevent affliction. Finally organise another platoon for immediate dispatch to assist the recent arrival of the Adeptus Astartes, theirs duties are to consolidate non contaminated areas of the outer perimeter and rebuild defenses where possible. I place this responsibility on you, fail me and I will have your head on top of the regimental standard by nightfall.' The senior officer alarmed by the last part of the statement saluted and hurried away towards an array of vox casting equipment and their operators and frantically started giving instructions gesturing to specific operators as he did so. Dalimond turned back towards the strategic table and watched the remainder of the battle unfold, pressure was weakening across all fronts and even now the presence of the afflicted was now starting to be relegated to the areas where most of the purple liquid fell. There was little purpose in returning to the front line now with morale soaring but nevertheless Dalimond was ready to set out again if any further confrontations were to arise.
