(Ooc well lets just say that it was a god awful chain reaction from the missle barrage and psychic wnergies mixed with the crystals?

Ooc: he ment that for the Ork weapon our warped up knight was a-oked by the GM before I even mentioned him (planning ahead. Fuck yeah)

I believe that was for our good friend Mechaius' experimentation post, as I recall the Super Zappa being cleared for use before hand if @Grall_Stonefist told me correctly?

Oh my bad. Eh, it worked out well in the end though. Good surprises abound

"We finally unleashed our first toy. It was a test for the Imperials, nothing less. I'll admit I was quite surprised by the damage the knight caused so quickly... and furthermore it's subsequent demise. Erial, you'll have to do more work."

Hefting his sword the Warlord turned around to face away from his allies, and proceeded to begin walk back to the fortress.

"One last thing before I go. I do share the same sentiment with you Kragger, and Ned. The Commissar should have been yours. An unfortunate event to have missed him.. but this is only the first of many battles. You will have your chance in due time. Also do not forget. The inquisition is here. I'd be most pleased if you could take care of them both. I'm quite sure you're more than capable of dealing with the two... mere humans. A pity. The next battle will be far more interesting than this pitiful skirmish i'm assured of that."

(OOC: I meant with that, that you can't make a PISTOL out of it. that would be too OP)

With a swift gesture, the Corsair captain embarked the moving Serpent through an already open side hatch.
"What did the creature say?" Asked the Saim-Hanian pilot.
"The fact that it was said by an Ork invalidates whatever meaning it might have had," replied the bloodied Lacerai.
One of the several Pathfinders on the Serpent's cabin helped Caedessin onto a sit.
"Will you be alright, captain?" He asked.
Caedessin, trying her best not to relish in the aching sensations of her open abdomen and the battered spine, simply nodded. "We go, to our next target."

"To the human fortress it is," said Thirialoushee from the cockpit.

<Megabash>
Rolling back up to their fortress as part of the rear guard of slower artillery and loot laden Death Skulls Megabash gave a fine back punch of a farewell to Dok Boom whom made a rushed advance on his workshop, eager to begin experimenting. Within a runty watch tower that probably weighed less than the guns it carried both Left and Right spotted their master's return and swiftly began climbing down to meet him, both sharing a platter laden with roast squig and a mug of boiling oil. Slipping free hand under the platter he lifted it up, both attendant grots hanging on for a free ride back onto his shoulders. Left prepped a fairly small knife encrusted with old blood while Right readied a rusted poker each one playing their part as knife sliced squig, poker skewered, then was lowered to nob's mouth while his once again freed hand handled the mug itself. "Excellent work yooz two. Alwayz 'andy. " A show of rare praise Megabash began to wander about the kamp, mind turning and spinning considering what their next move should be. Most certainly needed to see a Mek and get his armor patched up, restock on ammo, check in on his ride...much to do, alotta naff borin' stuff.

On the outer perimeter a squad of Gortex guardsmen carrying flamers and promethium canisters were approaching one of the pools of purple liquid, around the pool was a collection of afflicted guardsmen seemingly attracted to the malignant ooze. The squad keeping low to stay out of sight were making their way slowly within flamer range, one of the guardsmen whispered softly to his compatriots as he made his way towards the corrupted guardsmen.

'Afflicted are present prepare to commence flamer sweep, burn these suckers and everyone make sure not to touch the liquid at any cost'

The squad straightened up and immediately started spraying the area with promethium napalm incinerating many of the afflicted and driving the rest away, the flamer specialists kept up their napalm sweep until one of the guardsmen shouted above the noise for the sweep to stop.

'That's enough, the afflicted have moved on, check your promethium levels and lets move on to the next liquid pool'

The guardsmen taking great care to avoid contact with the purple ooze moved on towards one of the other pools of purple liquid in the distance, as they went they passed by efforts of both the Cadian 543rd and the Gortex 340th to reestablish the perimeter defenses. A number of tired exhausted looking guardsmen were being taken away by squads of fresh troopers, a number of the exhausted guardsmen looked like they had been splashed but seemingly suffered no ill effects. One of the escorted guardsmen suddenly turned inexplicably rabid and lunged at the guardsman in front of him seemingly seeking to tear out the screaming victims throat with his teeth, the fresh troops reacting swiftly quickly put down the turned guardsmen with a stream of rapid fire las shots. When they had finished both the fresh and exhausted guardsmen moved on leaving their fallen compatriot in the mud.

Back at the forward command Dalimond was overseeing the clean up work as it progressed, many of the pools of liquid have already been cleared of afflicted guardsmen, the pools themselves as they were being cleared were then sealed off by guard patrols. Many of the afflicted as they were being driven off were fleeing into the surrounding area into the dense forest outside the outer perimeter fire zones away from the operation of the flamer special weapons squads. In the meantime the location of many of the wrecks of destroyed Imperial vehicles had been reported from around the former battlefield, considering this briefly Dalimond via a waiting vox caster operator relayed a message to platoons currently working on the outer perimeter.

'Bring in any wrecked vehicles you recover to the vehicle depot, notify Gortex Techpriests present there and see if they can do anything to bring these vehicles back to operational status.'

Dalimond scowled as on the strategic table he noticed another mob of Orks emerge out of the forest towards the base, however this time the mob seemed mindless almost feral with hardly any larger nobs. They did not seem that they were particularly well equipped either with little to no vehicle support nor any kind of significant weaponry. Jacob grim faced and stern then barked another order across the vox wavelength to guardsmen working on the outer perimeter.

'Minor Ork incursion inbound, set up firing positions and lay waste to the Greenskins, if they break through the perimeter I will have the officer responsible flogged.'

As the Ork mob approached it after a few minutes was immediately fired upon by multiple Imperial strong points across the outer perimeter. the Orks no where near as strong as they were on their first and biggest assault quickly fell in large numbers and eventually routed fleeing back into the woods. as they disappeared the Imperial shooting stopped, as the event finished Dalimond spoke again into the vox wavelength.

'Resume previous duties and keep watch for further Ork incursions, suppress hostile ork mobs as they appear and remain vigilant, the outer perimeter must not fall.'

<Ead Ztompa>

Krooza Nob finally had reached the rest of the Urrikane Smashas, who were trying to drag back to the ork fortress the wrecks of the Eldar jetbikes.
Ead Ztompa couldn't but show satisfaction for the good hunt his boys did.

As soon as the stormboys noticed mid air coming on their way what looked like a giant cloud of smoke and flames, they immediately formation. They immediately realised the one approaching them could only be the boss.

Skarlug walked towards the area where the stormnob would have landed, preparing to promptly greet him, hoping for some recognition.

After landing in a clumsy manner, Ead Ztompa could see more closely his boys, battered, covered in blood, with half of their rokkit paks severely damaged. A proper bunch of killa 'ardened stormboys that was indeed.

"Welkome bak, Boss! We's had a lot'o fun wif dem panzies, and dey left us plenty'o flashy stuff for us..."
A couple of extremely sharpened jaws placed right in front of Skarlug's face made the subordinate change his last sentence
".....Ehmm, Oi meant, flashy stuff for YA, boss... right?"

Ead Ztompa clarified the situation by stitching up a resonant haymaker to the too much enthusiastic nob.
In the end, though, Krooza Nob had to admit SKarlug did a pretty job in leading the squad and capturing the jetbikes, during his absence.
"DIZ EZ ONLY MINE! Oowevva, I gotta say dat. Ya did a zoggin gud job durin moy break. For dat, you's prommoted to Zekkond in Kommand, Da Mazta Boarder!"

Skarlug, still confused from the previous beating, tried to figure out the privileges of his new rank
"Urgh, dat ead ache... I'm zorry, Boss, does dat mean I kan get moar flashy stuff?"

Disgusted from such a dependence on material value, replied with a lavish tone
"Umpf! Oo kares'bout da flashy stuff, when you's got da 'ONOR to lead da nastiest stormboys in 'alf da gallaxy?"

Without letting his second in command argue any longer, the Deffskull took back the command of his mob of greenskins.
"Gear up da loot, lads! We's goin bak to base for refuellin'nd rekruitting new gits for da band. Afta da ressuplyin gubbins, dough, ES ZTOMPIN TOIME AGGAIN!!!"

Before leaving, however, Ead Ztompa couldn't resist but to pull out from his belt the luminescent shard. He could feel the energy erupting from inside such a tiny object, but still he had a squad to lead, and hide his new shiny toy to Megabash.