<Feron> "Well enough, how goes keeping us from turning into a floating scrap heap? " Taking a more proactive matter to the approach Feron was quick to cordon off one of the stair ways speaking back to his Serf and Trooper units. "Conserve your ammunition! These beast are just meant to drain our supplies. " With that his flamer sent a billowing gout of flame down into the tide of Squigs squished in against the sides of the stairway, allowing Strauss to hold the other such bottle neck. Only a light wavering in his hold was present to ensure proper coverage that would keep the little bastards in check and make sneaking by an impossible prospect. "Auxiliaries Three take positions up around the Teleportarium itself make sure none of the Ork infiltrators try and sneak by us to reach it. " Last thing they needed was to hold off the Ork force only to lose their objective to a few Kommandos with bombs. "Squads Braddok, Goriel and Felstein take one of those Rokkit Packs for each of your squads, use them to clear out the stairs or take out priority targets. " That would leave him with one to utilize however he saw fit, which fit just fine with him.
Staggered and seeing stars from the Nob's pommel-smash, Draconion dances an involuntary jig as the shoota bullets abuse his rear armour. This is turning out well, he thinks acidly to himself through the chorus of bells resounding in his skull. Switching gears, he attempts a desperate gamble. Flinging up a telekinetic shield against the bullets, he charges straight at the Ork with the 'uge choppa, baiting it into an overhead smash. At the last moment, he ducks down and slides between its legs, helped along by a telekinetic shove and friction negation. As he clears the Ork's legs, he reaches out again with his powers to yank it and its comrade headlong into each other, adding his powers to the force of the second Ork's own charge. "A little...busy just now, m'lord," he grates through clenched teeth as Marmaroth's vox comes through.
- Rocky and Edd Rocky heard the trooper's report. Now very happy he'd had those swigs from his flask. Edd got excited at the idea of another fight, but then he remembered that half of their caravan was of civilians. A priority flashing in his bionic eye stating; [protect civilians at all cost!] "Wot are we gonna do Rocky?" "Calm down Edd, and let me think. They'll overtake us before we reach the city, unless we can draw them off..." Rocky activated his vox. "Guardsman, can you discribe what's coming? Are they trukks or buggies or both!?"
"Well This will be interesting." Volorox said as he began running towards the stompa. "FOR THE EMPORER" he roared as he took flight soaring over the orks and aiming for the hole in the stompa already he could see several gretchin he took out his halberd as he landed in a crowd of them as they desperately ran about the stompa. "Lets see how loaded this thing is and send it sky high ancient!" Volorox said as he began chopping through hordes of gretchin turning his armor red as he wen't
<Convoy> "Both trukks and buggies! Sir, they are gaining on us..." the scout's voice grew more alarmed with each passing moment. "There is at least a dozen of them, should we try to make a stand?" the man asked, but didn't sound really convincing. <Boarding Action - Draconion> Managing to pass between monster's legs, the alien missing him and creating a huge hole in the ground where his big choppa landed. But then the other one hit him square on, throwing the Nob on the ground, near where Draconion was located. (OOC you can kill this one (one with big choppa)). "Damned kunning umie!" Nob cursed as he tried to get up while his comrade who toppled him over actually began laughing at the situation, thinking it was quite comical. <Boarding Action - Sirius, Marmaroth> @Draconion "Roger that. We are en route. Hold fast," Marmaroth replied as they walked through the corridors towards their objective, occasional Ork that came into view was either shot by Terminator's storm bolter or eviscerated by Apothecary's chainsword. <Angelfall - Feron> "We ran into some complications but the mission will be completed shortly. Marmaroth out," Salamander heard Chaplain's reply as he poured fire into little aliens, cooking them alive. Feron's suspicions proved to be right as a number of Orks tried to climb the rails and reach the Teleportarium undetected. But due to his timely intervention, all of them were shot down in quick fashion. However, once they dealt with most of the squig "attackers", the remaining Greenskins (if there were any), didn't enter the room at all, but stopped with the attack altogether and fled deeper into the ship.
The Apothecary bisected an Ork vertically, the Adamantium teeth of Durandal cutting through all their irons and other cheap metals. "You have no right to stand in the path of the Ascended." He judged the Greenskin, bringing him a swift, merciful death. That done, he further followed Marmaroth into the depth of the ship, their mission was to bring the Psyker to an end and escort Draconion back to the Angelfall. He would not fail his commander or himself.
<Amraphel> Amraphel's body soared in pain, as some of the the flames reached his skin. He felt the deadly flames eat at his skin and he cursed himself for not antipating the big Mek's cunning move. Quickly he turned arround and raised his shield blocking the deadly storm of flame and bullets directed at him, as they struggled aggainst the strong ceramite layers of the shield. Icelos was nowhere to be seen, and he promised to himself that he would 'talk' to the fool about the matter once this was over. Amraphel knew that he wouldn't be able to face the Mek and the other orks at the same time, so he threw a smoke grenade towards the smaller Orks, preventing them to fire, atleast for a while. Now it was a straight fight, him versus the giant Ork. Immediately, he fired his flamer at the beast, keeping it from firing for a while, and then with the speed of a aggravated predator he charged it, shield held high to prevent the foe from firing at him while we charged. Only a moment later he was in striking range of the Mek and swung his mace at the alien, but the armour was too strung and the first strike had no effect. Suddenly, the Mek tried to counterattack with it's claw, but the weapon was slow and he managed to sidestep and evade the blow. Amraphel quickly launched himself forward and used the time it took the Ork to wind up for another devastating swing, to strike back. First, he feigned an attack for the head, forcing the Ork to raise it's claw to block the mace swing, and then he quickly exploited the mistake aiming for a week spot in the Mega armour between the shoulder plate and the left arm. With all power he could muster, he swung his weapon, hoping the break off the xenos limb.
<Feron> "Feron to all points, remaining Ork forces are dispersing. I need security feeds from various key sectors reporting movements. Sergeant Braddok remain behind with your squad to hold the Teleportarium, all remaining forces set into pursuit. I've a hunch the Orks are pouring toward our Generatorium. Those left outside our Bridge guarding the Captain dig in and prepare for possible harassment. " Hefting his flamer in flesh hand and shouldering the rokkit bomb with his prosthetic he was off leaping down one flight of stairs to reach the second level and sprinting to the next to repeat his maneuver looking to shave off any amount of time he could. Only a simple affirmative MIU pulse was directed at the Chaplain, neither of them needed reminded about their objectives and how dire the situation was turning.
Without fuss or flourish, Draconion stabs Purgatory into the Ork's chest. His eyes and mouth flare with cerulean light and orange sparks as he pulses psychic power through the blade, burning out the Ork's soul and charring its flesh to a cinder. Without missing a beat, he rips the ancient force sword from the carcass and charges the last remaining Ork, throwing up a telekinetic shield against its bullets and weaving a wall of warp-charged steel in front of him with both swords, striking at its hands to disarm it and its legs to hew its mobility out from under it,
"Can you spare a buggy or something fast, soldier? With your permision rocky I would take a vehicle and lead them off on a chase." Sigismund offered, though near suicide, it would be positively glorious!
