<Feron>
"Understood Major, one final request send me a more exact distribution report. Percentages and numbers, set whatever administrator is recording all this to it as I'd like to make sure we don't have eighty percent of our planetary force standing guard over a city that isn't yet under siege. Patch it through to our Communications Officer, Alexander, I've a number of visitors on board who deserve a proper Astartes welcome. The Emperor protects. " Signing out the Salamander vaulted from the command lecturn booking it for the Armory. Bolter was shouldered for Flamer and Shotgun, trusting that a boarding shield wouldn't be a terrible necessity on their own ship. From there a quartet of stuns was drawn up for his choice of grenades. Strauss would have command of their remaining on board Storm Troopers under control and Feron wasn't inclined to take the honor from him, instead setting himself for an insertion ram that hadn't seen fit to fill their hangar with Orks. His visor brought up a number of minor damage reports, he had picked up a touch of tech lingo in his time but the bulk of it was still either alien or superfluous to his concerns and instead his eyes picked out any breaches that might be an area of concern.

<Boarding Action - Marmaroth, Sirius, Draconion, Amraphel, Icelos>

Stretching his mind, Librarian could feel a hole bunch of enemy presences all around them. It seemed that they weren't alone out here after all. However the main psychic signature was still further away, somewhere in front above them, perhaps 5-10 decks higher.

But before he could say anything to warn his brothers, they next chamber they entered was where the battle will be fought. It was a big chamber with a lone walkway that went above a dark abyss. The walkway itself was somewhat narrow (OOC more like, 4 meters narrow ), while it was connected with the exit across the room and also couple of smaller walkways that branched and went to four pillars that were placed around the room, their usage unknown to these Marines (if they had a Techmarine they would know these were parts of the cooling systems, filled with water and antifreeze). Right in front of them, on the other side of the walkway, red eyes shot them deadly looks as a big number of Orks finally showed their ugly faces. Various Greenskins armed with choppas and sluggas, led by couple of Nobs roared, shooting in the air before they charged towards the Marines. "So it begins," Marmaroth laughed as he raised his storm bolter in response and showering Orks with deadly bolts, before he stepped forward, intent on meeting them head on. "REMEMBER THE MISSION! FOR SANGUINIUS!"


<Angelfall - Feron>

EDIT

He soon found one report that was getting in the category of a possible ram insertion, quite close to him, only a deck above. Couple of minutes later, he arrived at the scene - it was indeed an enemy boarding ram, however it was empty. Whoever came (like that was much of a surprise) took the other way, not the one Feron used to get here. And indeed, down the corridor he could see traces of gunfire and if he listened a bit, far away sound of guttural language.

<Feron>
Unloading a single blast from his shotgun he bellowed down the hallway with a full battle cry. "FOR THE EMPEROR AND FOR VULKAN! COME XENOS THE TRUE SCRAP IS BEHIND YOU! " A second blast from his weapon punctuated this as he sprinted toward the nearby conflict, intent on making sure that the Orks started to funnel back to him. Whenever they came into his view or he reached theirs he would wheel around hard on his heels blowing apart the densest knots of boyz or their leaders.

<Boarding Action - Marmaroth, Sirius, Draconion, Amraphel, Icelos>

<Sirius Jules>

Not underestimating his enemy as a true follower of the Codex Astartes, the Apothecary looked curiously upward to the ceiling to see if there were possible Ork Kommando Boys lurking like Bats in a cave. Once spotting there was none he changed to X-Ray vision on his Diagnostor Helmet to spot if there was enemy movement above them or not.

After all if there was, then they would have to be prepared to be met from both sides. Orks were primal, but so were Space Wolves. It was never a good thing to dismiss the enemy for using any sort of tactic, if indeed the appearing as such could be a tactic of it's own. Like many enemies at the hands of the Space Wolves had to learn themselves. Sirius remembered from the first deployment of how stupid, yet efficient, Steinar broke towards a tank and blew it up.

Which he ironically only remembered because he saw the apparent recklessness of the Wolves even before that event through Aldrim and Thain. Even Nathaniel utilized such tactic when he died as a martyr. Nonetheless, the lesson learned from all these memories was: Even if it appears to be a straightforward brute attack, it can be done cunningly and to achieve a greater goal. Never underestimate your enemy, even if he appears to be as intelligent as an Ogryn.

Filing away the results of his psychic reconnaissance for future reference, Draconion immediately hunkers down behind his boarding shield for a steading, grinding advance. Spraying the walkway midway between the team and the Orks with wet shot from his flamer, he waits for the first mob of boyz to clear the puddle of promethium fuel before lighting the whole lot up with a live shot. Even as the flames leap upwards, he draws on his powers, forming a torso-sized plasma kinetite in front of his boarding shield, heating the contents of its containment field as hot as he can get them before he pinches them off into head-sized globes to send sailing over the heads of the Orks into their middle and rear ranks.

Right away, he senses something amiss. Well, not quite amiss, but definitely different. Instead of a steady build in heat and pressure with the constant resistance expected of a controlled cantrip under normal circumstances, it were as if he had put his foot down on an accelerator, expecting a Land Raider and instead getting a Land Speeder. The resistance is completely absent and the steady stream of power from the Warp becomes instead a roaring torrent, very nearly causing him to self-immolate as he barely manages to wrestles his projectile under control.

A not-unpleasant heat at his right hip, coupled with white flames licking up and down Purgatory's hilt and handle, clue him in as to the source of this unexpected phenomenon.

"Thank you, Venerable One," Draconion whispers, addressing both Tempestus and the priceless heirloom blade he bequeathed him.

With a brief effort of will, he turns the throttle down by several notches to a more manageable flow of power, but still significantly stronger than what he is normally used to. Where the kinetite would normally be emitting blinding white light, it instead turns invisible, detectable only by the light and atmospheric distortion effects surrounding it, a clear testament to the terrifying heat trapped within. At its creator's silent mental command, it splits into four head-sized spheres and flies over the temporary wall of flame in the middle of the walkway to land smack in the middle of the main Ork mob in staggered formation, detonating with violent kinetic impact and unleashing burning ionised gas everywhere.

<Angelfall - Feron>

If anything, you can always count on Orks to answer a challenge. The first Greenskin Feron saw today was a particularly ugly specimen, the alien lacking both ears and one eye, lost Emperor knows when and where. He raised a big choppa and bellowed a warcry before Salamander blasted his chest and destroyed his heart. Toppling on the ground, he revealed the rest of his bruvas.

There were nine Orks in total still alive, mostly regular ones armed with choppas and sluggas and led by a big Nob who had a buzsaw instead of right hand. At the moment, they were engaged in a firefight with a ragtag group of serfs, as this part of the ship was mostly consisted of sleeping quarters. Seeing Feron (and hearing their fellow die), they slowly began to turn, too slow for Salamander who managed to kill another one, spraying his brain matter all over the wall. (OOC 8 of them left (7 Boys 1 Nob). You can kill 4 boys with your next post).


<Boarding Action - Marmaroth, Sirius, Draconion, Amraphel, Icelos>

There were none lurking in the alcoves however there were some lurking in the side passages, until now hidden from Sirius's sight. Crashing through the metal came a green tide of various kunning Orks, they carrying some sort of camo-cloaks and whatnot, cheering as their trap was successful. Couple of them assaulted the rear guard, where Icelos stood and defended the team with precise swings of his axe. However, the sheer number of bodies in such tight space prevented both Amraphel and Sirius to show their elegant swordplay, because the battle dropped to that primal, "everybody jump on one guy", level, the level Greenskins loved. "WEZ GONNA KRUMP YO GUD!" one of them spat while his choppa missed Apothecary's neck by an inch. If anything, the battle turned out to be quite bloody.

As for Draconion, his pyromantic skills were successful, like any son of Vulcan he showed these Orks why they say fire burns in Salamanders veins. Half of them got immolated by the psychic flames, those that caught on fire unable to put it out since its origin wasn't natural. Some of them fell on the spot while others fell into the abyss. However, like it usually goes with Greenskins, they just kept on coming.

Shots ranged on Librarian's shield as the Orks kept on with their advance. He could also see the big form of Chaplain's Terminator armor, who until then managed to kill quite a lot of them and somewhat prevent them from advancing, was now attacked from all sides, the aliens seeing that he was the biggest of all Marines which meant he had to be some kind of a leader, especially adding to the fact Flesh Tearer carried various trophies in battle. That cost him dearly now as pretty much every strike of his black axe took a life, but he also suffered 5 more as a retaliation. Of course, his armor held (to a degree), but the sheer number of Greenskins will eventually prevail.

A number of them also pushed through towards the Draconion, firing as they went. He could see anger in their eyes - they were quite unhappy that he chose to hide behind a shield and not fight like a proper warrior. "IF YOZ DUN WANNA KOM HUMIE, WEZ GUNNA DO IT!"

<Feron>
With allies beyond the Orkish mob the risk of friendly fire was too high for any of his ranged weapons to be of worthy use. Instead the shotgun was confined to a single hand while the other took up Skull Splitter. With a deft press of his thumb a corona of sparking mist wreathed his hammer's head as the power field flared to life. With a brutal sweep of his hand an eager Ork slugga was slugged into the wall with his head left a messy crater. From his left another boy was already closing in firing off a few wild shots from a barbaric pistol that only served to spark off his armor and earn him a merciless death as Skull Splitter reversed to spike a fairly neat hole between both eyes with the pick end. Looking to give their Serfs a chance to disengage or at least become entirely ignored he draws his bionic arm across his chest then spun using himself as a whirling battering ram to clear out a path toward the barricade. Coming to a halt with a twist just a few feet short of his allies he takes note of a third dead Ork whom had been caught by his metalic limb and had his neck snapped for as a result, a quick follow up glance spotted a dazed Ork only a few steps away that was dispatched with a firm stomp to the head; nothing really ensured an Ork was dead like total decapitation and subsequent squashing. From there the shotgun was leveled as the Salamander dug in against the renewing storm of slugs only barely drowned out by the screech of a buzzsaw.

<Amraphel>
His first reaction to the Orks swarming him was unleashing a deadly torrent of ignited promethium,
setting the orks directly in front of him and the apothecary ablaze with deadly fire. One survived and leapt at Amraphel, wielding what seemed some giant kind of knife. Within a Millisecond, he raised his shield and the Orks attack was easily deflected. Not having the time to give one ork in particular all his attention, Amraphel then slammed the xeno away, using his shield. Another pair of Orks assailed him; he crushed the first ones skull with his mace, the impact turning flesh to glibber, this fight truly was very unsubtle indeed. However there still was another one charging at him and leaving any notion of elegance behind, he kicked the beast while it ran at him, throwing it to the ground with a loud slam. He then finished it up by stomping on the xeno's head.

However there was one more greenskin, and that particular one had more cunning than the rest. The beast tried to sneak up on him and grapple him from behind. It was nearly sucessfull, but luckily Amraphel noticed the Ork in time and turned around to face it. It lunged forward and tried to rip his shield from him, using only brute force. But sadly, for the ork, he simply cut of it's arms with two precise swings. The armless creature still leapt at him, a testament to the orks sheer hunger for battle, burmt Amraphels next strike disposed of it.

Finally clear of foes, at least for a moment, he turned to the apothecary to give him aid, in case he needed any.

"Feel free," says Draconion casually, levelling the flamer at the incoming Orks and playing a stream of burning promethium across their ranks.

Like a true Son of Vulkan, he plans to take his time about this battle and do it right, waiting at ease for the enemy to rush him and so defeat himself with fatigue. Layering the stream across not only the front rank but several ranks back as well, he lets his flamer fall and draws Purgatory with his right hand, favouring the straight blade for fighting from behind the boarding shield with classic scutum-et-gladius technique. Closing up on Marmaroth's flank, he pushes forward, leaning his left shoulder into his shield and chambering the ancient force sword for quick, brutal stabs.

On ship.

"I am one who has much to repent for, I would beg your forgiveness but that can only truly be found in battle."

Planet side.

"We don't have time to lose I'm afraid, we need to get to safety otherwise we won't have a chance." Sigismund said rather plainly, though Rocky had command and would do it as he wished. Command was not the place for the repentant.