Galgradak walked over to the storm nob as he got back up, the ego still very much intact. He seized the stormnob by the neck with his normal, albight still huge hand, "Now yus stat to quit down ear, se, oim in a gud moot today, un i do need som gud stormboyz, BUT, befor yu get anyfing ear in me horde, yu shall do as da otters before yuself." He said as he with the stormboy still lifted over the ground walked towards the fighting pit that was allmost springing up at the ground where Megabash had drawn an outline with a massive amount of dakka, the ork boyz and their spanner supervisers along with a grand number of grotz started working even faster as the boss drew near. "proof yuself in da me arena, and yus will get som dem tougfa boyz of mine... if nat i 'ope fo yah dat de oddboyz kan put yah back togeter from gibz" Galgradak said, and ment every word of it. and then realeased the storm nob to to land on the ground again. Galgradak wasent exatly a cunning leader type type, since he dident care for *strategy and *kunning plans* but he believed he knew when he saw an ork of use in da WAAAAGH.
<Ead Ztompa> @Grall_Stonefist After falling on the ground again, the ork looked at the pit behind him, then he turned back towards Galgradak, while getting back on foot. "Oi see, so you's wun o dem Lookin-for-entertainment-boss type, ain't ya? FINE DEN! Ya wunna have a gud show, den ya'll have it! Dough don't send too many lads inside dere, or I won't be left wif anyffing to train onze Oi'z done, EH EH AH!" With that maniacal laughter, the stormnob started his rokkit pak and launched himself with a burst of flames and smoke into the arena, ready to punch anything standing inside there.
Commissar Dalimond entered the room accompanied by an entourage of five senior officers including the regimental commander himself, looking momentarily around the room the commissar and the rest of the detached command team moved to sit on one of the rows of seats made available to them. The senior officers were muttering to each other still discussing strategic matters among themselves, Jacob paid them no mind as he readied himself for the briefing picking up one of the dataslates for the briefing as the tactician walked past. Sitting himself down Dalimond looked at the grainy footage in front of him taking in as much of the tactical information displayed as possible, he noted that much of the rest of the senior officers present had done the same. The regimental commander had attempted to make himself look more formal than the other senior officers have dressed for formal occasion but his efforts as far as Dalimond was concerned had only served to further his view of the commanders vain nature. The rest of the Senior officers were still talking among themselves whilst they wait, still discussing the finer points of the strategy while reviewing the dataslates and the holographic tactical information displayed in the center of the room. The remainder of the command staff back with the rest of the Gorax 340th would be able to manage the remainder of the preparation needed before landing which included the checks on the combat vehicles by the regiments own assignment of techpriests Jacob reflected.
Galgradak was getting bored with the lag of things right now, sometimes he missed the good time of being a goof boy or nob, when he could just pick fights and have a fight, not many he could just fight now, where was the foes of the planet, or atleast just a rival warboss to smash the head in on. So he did what orks also do for fun, he broke open one of the kegs of Fungi beer he had to his belt and took a large drought of it. "GET ME STAIS UN TRONE" he yelled as began to walk the final way to the quickly growing fighting pit. The boyz and spannerz had been smart enough to allraedy have begun on the pedesatal where his grand seat was also being build and where his warbike would stand just behind the throne. As he got up the assembled stairs. he went over and sat in the big black throne still being put together, it kept his weight and the bck lean was allmost done too. He looked down at the allmost braying storm boy "MEGABASH" He then yelled out, "GET DA GITZ FOR DA PIT, LOOKS LIKE DA ARENA STARDS EARLY TOFAY" he yelled to his second in command, where ever he was in the quickly growing fortress.
<Megabash> "CRACKIN SOME LAZY MEK SKULLS BOZZ! SENDIN DA GROTS TO FETCH SOMIN MEAN FROM DA PIT!" Of course the Snake Bites in their Waaaagh would be so kind as to lend their more dangerous breeds of squig for the job. So it was 'Ead Ztompa would find a titanic gobbla squig charging out of the pits at the behest of several Orks and a tide of gretchin being used as bait. The beast's body was easily the size of a small war buggy, jaws almost able to open as wide as one too.
The human screamed and ran for his life. The echo's of his shrieks traveled far down halls and turned into music. Music for Karr... Finally putting an end to the Human, Karr appeared from the shadows, grabing him by the neck and ending his fear with a single bite. Devouring his head, the Possessed Astarte chewed with pleasure. With his specific Daemon, he had the honor of always bearing the look and strength of his guest, but then always having the thirst and hunger for living flesh. Out of the side of his vision, he noticed someone approaching him. It was too big to be a human and it was quite loud in its approach. Before he turned to greet the new comer, the figure spoke up. "Our Lord has requested your services you filthy mutant spawn." Karr hissed at the mutant comment, but he knew better. He dropped the half eaten corpse on the floor, letting the rats have at the remains, before he began to follow the Black Legionnaire. The Astarte was sure to keep a moderate space in between the two.
<Ead Ztompa> @Grall_Stonefist @DeranVendar "ELLO DERE, YA OVAGROWN ZNAK! COME TO PAPA KROOZA!" The mass of gigantic and sharpened fangs charged forward, heading straight towards the stormnob, lead by a trio of savage Snake Bites sitting on a saddle stuck to his head, while yelling all sort of incomprehensible insults. As the grots were passing through the ork's feet trying to escape certain death, Ead Ztompa armed a couple of stikk bombs. Immediately after he rolled them towards the incoming beast, which was temporarily stopped on his path as the flames erupted from the explosion wrapped up and scalded its legs. That distraction, in the end, only made the squig angrier, but that was exactly the ork's goal. He didn't want to fight something that was just hungry, he wanted something that was solely thinking about stomping, crunching and killing for the sake of it. "NOW DAT'Z OO OI LIKE IT!" With that said, the ork pulled out his personal firearm, a Buzz Killa, and fired in the general direction of the incoming mass of burned flesh and grinding teeth. Somehow, the rocket managed to score a hit right in the left eye of the beast, which emitted a terrifing roar of pain. As the gobbla hastened, Ead Ztompa jumped away right a moment before being run over. The sustained speed prevented the creature from decelerating enough to avoid impacting with the wall behind. While it was recovering from the blast, The mid air ork took the chance to visit the beast's masters who were trying to shake it with pointed wooden spears. "shurprize lads! Kan I take a ride as well?" The savage warriors immediately turned their attention towards the uninvited guest. Their weaponry may have been primitive, but the innate strenght of a greenskin made those threats not to underestimate. For that reason, Ead Ztompa quickly eliminated the current menace by destroying all of the weapons pointed at him with a swing of his Golden Fixa, leaving the Snake bites' defense open. With a second stryke, the ork eliminated two riders, sending teeth, blood and bits of brains all over the arena. The last survivor barely had time to realise he was still alive, before a violent hit on his chin knocked him off his squig. As he was standing on the ground, right in front of the beast's jaw, the savage noticed Ead Ztompa sitting enthroned on his former animal. "Ohy ya big git! Dem little grots ain't a gud snak for ya, they get always stuck in yer teeth. Trust me, Oi'z talkin for pezzunal experienze. Oowevva, dat git dere, dat is real juicy, ya should try dat" Years of abuse and torture, combined with the current encouragment, didn't make the Globba squig hesitate for a moment while shredding and devouring what was once his master. While standing atop of his newly acquired mount, the ork shouted fiercely, making his voice echoing throughout the entire public, until he yelled "AIN'T YA ENTER'TAINED, YA BUNCH'O CHIPS-EATARS?!?"
When all the cultists grab their gear and met up with kragg and ned at the front gate they quickly left and went into the tall underbrush "ey uhhh kragg when did dese here trees get so be and da grass" ned pushed the brush around only to have it whip the smaller cultists behind him and kragg just walks through to brush "i think it may be those crystal things.....unless this whole planet has some freakish abnormalty" kragg thinks about it for a second "maybe those cursed green skins are doing something to this planet" kragg sighs "green skins have always been a sore in my back side, but what they lack in brains and skill they have the numbers " he keeps walking and wondering what could be the actual answer The cultists stay absolutely silent of fear of the bull ogryn but they still kackle and make twisted remarks quietly to one another while one sharpens a large curved knife on on a human skull @Lord_Zial_Ghoul
H.D.M.S Magnificent - Strategium "The Gortex Regimental Staff have arrived, Admiral" the Tactician stated. "We are ready to begin" Stephen nodded his consent. Holstenn was too busy chatting with his entourage that was seated around him to notice. The Tactician moved to the raised lectern that sat on the level just above the lowest tier of the theater. He placed his dataslate containing his briefing notes on the slated top and activated his vox projector. "Good morning My Lords, Ladies, gentlemen and our distinguished allies. I am Tactician Cromwell and I shall be presenting the initial portions of this briefing. Bear in mind that we have only scant information at this time, but further information will be collected once we are in orbit around Immundra V" "I direct your attention to the Holo projection" Cromwell directed, as the image of Immundra V came into grainy focus. It spun lazily and unassuming. "As you are all no doubt familiar with the topographical and historical data of the planet, I will focus on the latest developments" "These are the initial images we collected after translating into real-space. Nothing out of the ordinary. Now, compare them to these images taken just moments ago . . ." The new images appeared side by side with the same locations scant hours ago. The sudden and bizarre blooms in the local flora we immediately obvious. The murmurs of disbelief started immediately. "As you are not doubt wondering, the changes have only occurred in the last few hours. What can only be described as an energy pulse of a psychic nature was detected by the ship's Lady Navigator. This pulse is the cause of this sudden ecological upheaval. It appears that the pulse originated in the large crater located roughly in the center of the main continent" The images vanished, replaced by a large pict of the massive blacked crater on the surface. "The crater itself was formed when a large meteorite collided with the surface some time ago. It brought with it strange crystalline formations. It is these crystals that we believe to be the origin of the psychic energy. To that end, under no circumstances will any Guardsmen approach within five kilometers of the crater until such time as the crystals have been examined by the Archmagos and his adepts, to determine if the crystals are harmful to humans or not" [I hypothesize that the crystals only effect biological matter, as such my Servitors should be able to gather enough samples for examination without exposing personnel to the crystals effects. Once I have collected my findings, I will be able to determine if they are a threat or not] Gearhart chimed in. The murmurs of concurrence echoed around the chambers. He continued. [Should the crystals prove to be dangerous, I would recommend that they be destroyed from orbit] the Archmagos concluded. "Indeed" Tactician Cromwell agreed. "That said, until such determinations have been made, all soldiers will operated planetside with full rebreather gear at all times while exposed to the atmosphere. If the local environment is deemed safe, then this restriction will be lifted" The expected grumblings followed, but Cromwell pushed on before any misgivings were voiced. "With that out of the way, let us move on to the enemy dispositions" he continued, as the tactical holo shifted back to a view of the planet and the surrounding space. A cluster of red icons blinked in stationary orbit over the northern hemisphere. "As you can see, the enemy are holding stationary orbit over the Northern pole. We have tracked a large volume of air traffic between the ships in orbit and the chain of mountains that dominate the northern tip of the main continent. The heat signatures from those mountains indicate a large concentration of enemy forces. They are no doubt heavily entrenched and well fortified. It will take a great deal of effort to dislodge them" "To make matters worse . . ." Cromwell sighed, as the holo view changed to the southern tip of the continent. "A Space Hulk laden with Orks, and possibly worse, has crash landed in the southern forests. We have already detected the movements of hundred of their ramshackle vehicles. They are roaming the southern peninsula looking for things to kill. Once they know of our presence, they will no doubt attack in force. Prepare yourselves accordingly" "This concludes my portion of the briefing. I turn your attention now to his Lordship, Brigadier-General Edvardius Holstenn" Holstenn rose to resounding applause from his entourage. The remainder applauded politely, at best. Cont ===>
H.D.M.S Magnificent - Strategium "Thank you, Cromwell. Informative as always." Holstenn stated, as he stood in the center of the chamber. Bedecked in his crisp white uniform, he looked every bit the great leader that he thought he was, despite the fact that he was one of the youngest officers in the room. "My Lord" Holstenn began, nodding towards Van Vorst, who acknowledged him curtly in reply. "Ladies and Gentlemen and of course our friends from the Mechanicum, I thank you for your swift attendance. We have a daunting task ahead of us" He gazed around the room, meeting the eyes of the men and women under his command. He knew that most of them hated him, but he did not let it show on his face. He had not joined the Guard to be liked, loved or even admired. He had used his position and authority to advance himself up the social and political ladder. As he looked at the faces assembled before him, he knew that they would win this campaign for him. They possessed the experience, skills and courageous drive to conquer Immundra V for him and the Emperor. But mostly him. "We are less then 48 hours from reaching high orbit over Immundra V. Admiral Van Vorst and his ships' enginseers have made very effort to expedite our arrival. We will approach Immundra V from the west and take station on the opposite side of the planet to the Archenemy. From there, our forces will make landing and establish a fortified foothold in the western highlands." "This position will be easily defensible from ground and air attack, as it will provide ample obstacles in the form of the rough terrain, which will force enemy vehicles into narrow columns in order to safely transit through, opening themselves up to ambush. This location will also provide natural ravines to camouflage our anti-air and artillery batteries." "Upon arrival, the Gortrex 340th will dispatch reconnaissance patrols and get a bearing of the local landscape. They are to locate concentrations of enemy forces and map out their patrol routes if possible. Avoid contact if at all possible, as we do not want the enemy to launch an assault while we are still establishing a base of operations." "If they do however, the Cadian's will be digging in an preparing the first defensive lines with those elements of the Gortex that are not occupied with recon sorties. The Mechanicum has graciously provided us with heavy earth movers and land tractors to rapidly establish a defensive perimeter, and I have no doubt you will make ample use of them" "While construction efforts are underway, Colonel Bassk will be in command of our forces on the ground. Once construction is complete, the bulk of the General Staff will relocate command to our new base. A team will remain in orbit with the reserves to ensure a steady flow of information reaches command" "We must secure a foothold and eradicate our enemies, those are our primary objectives. This business with the crystals I leave in the hands of our intrepid allies. They will determine our course of action in that regard. Though as much as would like to blast that infernal crater to glass right now, I do not wish to damage the planet more then necessary, as we do not know how volatile the crystal formations are" "That said, however, to ensure that future generations do not have t0 deal with Ork infestations, we will carpet bomb the southern peninsula into ash, if we must. Just as we will bring down the mountains over the heads of the heretics that infest them. We can show no mercy, for we shall receive none in return" "Ladies and Gentlemen, I need not say more to you. You know your duties, just as well as you know the men, women, and machines that serve under you. We will reclaim this world. I cannot promise that this will be a short campaign. The enemy had a head start, but we will overtake them and crush them all the same." "This is the Emperor's world, soldiers, take it back for him! You are dismissed!" With that, Helstenn turned away form the assemblage and departed the Strategium, his entourage in tow. Before leaving however, he turned around and raised his voice that he might be heard be everyone: "If any of you have questions regarding your assignments, I will be dining at the Officers Club on deck 15. Join me if you like!" And with that, he was gone.
