Zeth merely sat put as he nodded to Sigismund.Unfamiliar with the horse riders in the Imperial Guard or that the Guardsmen employed the beasts at all instead of vehicles sometimes.But then again preliminary calculations estimated greater flexibility in both motion and supplement for such troops.

"Techmarines?By the Omnissiah...very good.Very good."spoke Zeth as he looked at Rocky.Melgator felt a binary inload on a distinct vox-frequency fed to Ratling`s vox-bead.
Speculating,Zeth charged up his Long-Las and shifted in the seat,harness holding him safely as the vehicle rumbles over the uneven road.

Chemical stimuli already started feeding combat stimms. and hearth-rate manipulation liquids in his system in anticipation of combat.

"If they are not too far away i might spot them from the top of the Chimera,without stopping the caravan."added Ranger to Sigismund`s alternative.

OOC:Offline for the next 2-3 hours.

<Boarding Action - Draconion + Sirius, Marmaroth>

Despite being wounded, the Nob wasn't even near its death as it dodged (and blocked) Draconion's slashes, losing his ranged weapon in the process but keeping his looted power axe that met both blades in a shower of sparks. Nob showed that he was actually a really good in melee combat, managing to evade getting sliced and punching the Librarian in the face with a meaty fist, finally destroying his helm for good and knocking him back once again, the situation which really became tiresome at this point.

"Hoho, nowz you die!!" the alien roared as it brought its axe in a wide sweep that would cut Salamander in two if it connected. Thankfully, it fell of its intended target as the Nob was hit by a burst of bolter rounds which easily penetrated his armor and sent him down on his knees. On the entrance to the chamber stood the familiar form of Chaplain Marmaroth, with the muzzle of his storm bolter smoking. Behind him came the Apothecary, but seeing that there were no enemies other than the final Nob, he had a choice of either helping the Librarian or finishing off the Ork himself. (OOC who writes first can kill this last opponent )


<Angelfall - Feron>

Receiving a multitude of "affirmatives", Feron was left to chase the remaining Greenskins through the unlit corridors of "Angelfall". Since his move was relatively good-timed, he caught up with the first mob shortly after less than couple of minutes. Suffice to say, he had almost no problems dealing with the boys, especially when he was supported by a squad of Stormtroopers led by the Commissar Strauss.

It would seem the Orks weren't really organized anymore, just contained themselves with simple running around and killing what they could, trying to find the best loot in the process. Once they deal with these remaining intruders, the ship might finally be safe (at least from getting blown from the inside out).


<Boarding Action - Amraphel>

As the other Orks stopped shooting, everything came down to this battle. The Big Mek didn't care for the attack hit his armor and flesh beneath, but his arm held despite it growing a bit numb. The pincer came down and caught Amraphel at his hip, squeezing him and bringing him up towards the flaming muzzle of the flamer weapon. Since he couldn't care to aim with shoota (and his arm hurt a little), the Mek was satisfied with what transpired next as the flamer lit the Astartes, burning his robes, melting the insignias and cooking him inside of his armor.


<Convoy - Sigismund, Edd, Rocky, Zeth>

"We have a buggy to spare, in fact, we have two!" the scout managed to joke, but it was one without laughter. "And you..." addressing the Mechanicum agent, "...you can try that?" Not really into all that stuff with added implants and all, the man gave him a simple answer. In truth, if Melgator wished so, he would indeed be able to spot the approaching enemies and perhaps even shoot few from afar as they get closer to the convoy (OOC Ork buggies and trukks - if you wish, you can kill\destroy 1 Trukk or 2 buggies).

"We have got your back, finish your foe and let us re-group!" Sirius roared toward Draconion, not intent to kill-steal his foe, but ready to strike should help be requested. Instead, the Apothecary also wanted to make sure they were not to be threatened by a new foe which could come from behind, he would not let such simple tactics jeopardize the live of his brethren.

<Amraphel>

Amraphel screamed, but rather out of rage then out of pain, as the temperature inside his armour rose steadily to ever more dangerous heights. To make matters even worse cracks began to appear in his armour, due to the orks squeezing grip becoming ever more tighter. For a moment, he thought that all was lost, that he would die here, but then he remembered that he would have to find a new trick, to creative. He had been in situations like the one now before and he had survived. He hadn't survived through all those dark times just to die now.

"No! It won't end like this", he said to himself. He let his shield fall to the ground and quickly pulled his Plasma pistol. Quickly, he aimed at the fuel tank of Big Mek's flamer and pulled the Trigger, hoping the ensuing explosion would blow off one of the greenskins arms and knock both of them back, releasing him from the grip.

Fenix got into position inside Dead Bottom canyon, weapons ready and traps in place. She had lost track of the Space Wolf and Sister Jean. Not that it mattered. Fenix was certain her plan would work. Dart continued to hover high above the soon to be blood filled canyon. Tracking the approaching orks as best as his scanner would allow.
"Stand ready, and remember that we're not trying to kill them. Fire and retreat to the other end of the canyon! Once we're clear and the canyon is full to bursting with orks, then we blow it sky high. Then we return to support the defense of the Capital. With this victory, we very well may turn the war in our favor! Gentlemen, Good Hunting!"
[And I'll get my body back and the Inquisition will give us the Emperor's forgiveness.]
'Not helping Dart. Have a little faith... Don't get shot again, or I'll kill you.'
[Love you too.]
Fenix switched off his sound again, not needing the distraction.

Shaking his head to clear the stars from behind his eyes, Draconion lunges for the Nob. Ryugamaru swings this time to decapitate the creature while Purgatory is held in reserve for defence.

Zeth winced behind his helmet at the soldiers comment.
'Not really in implants and all that.'
Its the ways of the Machine God!To question it wou....but then again this is common soldiery and far from any realm control by the Cult.

"Rocky with your permission,i`ll scout ahead."spoke Skitarius Ranger as stood up without saying anything else (or waiting for acknowledgement) he opened up the hatch on the ceiling of the vehicle climbing up,only the lower end of his robes visible to the passengers inside.

The occulars in his goggles zoomed in and out as he watched the ever changing horizon around him.Spotting ahead of them few glares as they moved towards it,Zeth spoke over the vox.The swizzling sound of the wind shrieking against his metal deathmask.

"I have visual.Greenskins...no more then five...vehicles.Permission to open fire?"

<Feron>
"Faith and Fire Brothers! Let none of the xenos filth stay your wrath, purge them all! " Roaring it across the ships various frequencies Feron dropped his carry on rokkit pak along a wall for later retrieval before closing in on the Ork mobs heels. Flames spewed out ahead of him courtesy of the flamer dousing several lagging boys with heavier weapons until his flamer at last guttered and sputtered out its last. Disengaging the fuel canister he stows the weapon away to reload at a later time, drawing up Skull Splitter and his bolt pistol. Slamming aside a flailing pyre of Ork flesh he swings left, right then left again clearing out two more of the greenskins slamming them into opposite sides of the hallway leaving their dazed forms to the Storm Troopers for execution. Two bolts plug themselves into another boyz face confirming a sixth kill of the thirteen strong mob. Spears of las-fire streaked on past his towering form scything down three more of the sluggas during his sprint. By now those that remained had turned to face their pursuers shortening the distance between them rapidly.

A power klaw opened wide with a spray of sparks from an ill coiled wire, five blades sheathed in an energy field capable of peeling open Ceramite like melted butter, Feron was intimately aware what it could do to bare flesh underneath that armor and didn't intend to expand his studies. So it was two more bolts were loosed like spears of brass before his weapon clicked dry and the empty clip was relinquished to the floor whilst the Salamander slammed home against the Nob. Both shots had been deflected by the power klaw and an attempt at return fire with a slugga proved equally useless as they either missed wildly or were unable to penetrate even his heavily damaged armor due to such poor quality rounds. With a savage grin xenos attempted to catch Feron mid-charge and snip him across the waist but a swinging step to the left brought him just a hair out of reach whilst adding momentum to a vicious bludgeoning strike that shattered the Ork leader's lower jaw and cheek momentarily spinning him about. It was ended by a swift pick strike into the skull and a palm smack that freed his noble weapon from the corpse allowing it to unceremoniously slap against the hull.

"Strauss, Braddok take our remaining Serf forces and split them up. Braddok take them to the Armory and keep the Orks grubby mitts off our weapons, Strauss form a hunting team; Seek and Destroy any isolated mobs. I'll be taking the rest of our Storm Troopers to the Generatorium to make sure they don't kill our ship. "Whilst reloading his bolt pistol and flamer over the corpses of those Orks cut down by hell-gun fire a pair of Serfs lugged the heavy Ork rokkit pack up to him and a grateful smile was briefly spared for them along with a nod of thanks as he hefted it onto his shoulder once more. Their Force Commander was quite the sight at this stage with one pauldron slashed wide open and barely hanging onto his form by weakened links to his chest plate while numerous pock marks from various rounds left even more of his onyx flesh visible. Nothing even vaguely resembling heraldry was left either thanks to a number of flamer rounds while fresh blood coated his left hip and leg from a wide gouge courtesy of a choppa. Waiting only confirmation he resumed the charge onward feeling his body starting to ache as the travel time took him out of the fight just long enough that fresh pain suppressants were no longer actively being funneled into his system, worse yet was the actual exhaustion which tolled more upon his pride than actual ability, it felt disgraceful whenever his limbs were touched by weariness.

- Rocky and Edd
Rocky knew they couldn't outrun the orks, not for much longer anyways. While Sigismund was a great warrior, he had no hope of fighting such numbers alone. Stopping half militant convoy to fight the orks meant dying, but the civilians had a chance to escape. Just for the Orks to push past them and slaughter the reduced and undefended convoy. What they needed was a deversion and something to hault the orks.
'We have two buggies, they can run interference and lead some of the orks away... Zeth's our best shot, if he could slay the ork leader... That might work, but that doesn't stop the rest of them from just pushing through. What we need is a road block!'
"Zeth, you don't need permission to shoot orks! But hold off until you have the lead vehicle in sight. Find the nob and take the shot when you do. Sigismund, I want you and some volunteers to use the buggies to lure the orks away. Don't engage them directly! Just get as many to follow you as you can. Edd! Put in your vengeance rounds and start knocking down as many trees as you can... After Sigismund leaves! Sigismund, once you completed your objective, return to the main road. I'm open to more ideas people!" Rocky shouted, his brain going a mile a minute.
"Rocky, why don't we toss some pressure bombs out behind us? Den da orks will run over dem an explode!"
"... That's not a bad idea. Guardsman, do we have any explosives of a field mine nature?!"

Zeth nodded as if anyone in the Chimera could see him do that. "Affirmative."responded Ranger as he made additional calibrations on his humble rifle.He smiled behind his death-mask as he heard Rocky affirming his skills.For a moment the Tech-Guard thought they would have a competition going...but it seems Ratling was in no mood for such things. Shifting in his position,half standing,half prone,trying to find the most natural position to take a shot,Ranger murmred something under his breath,whenever was it a curse or a prayer it was too quiet for anyone to hear. "Eight hundred meters and closing."spoke Ranger as he sighted down with his Long-Las,the indicator in his ocular augmentation measuring the distance by reflex alone. To try and kill an ork from this distance was tough.To try to kill a heavily armored Nob -a moving target,from this distance was almost impossible.Yet...nothing can be impossible for the Tech-Guard...only improbable. The ever rising cloud of dust and dirt that followed the shambling constructs the greenskins called 'vehicles' obscured the direct line of sight,so Melgator spared few hundred meters before he had a clear shot...and the target presented itself.Like a meek prey before the predator,even if one could never be sane to call greenskins 'meek'. "Target acquired.Five hundred and fifty meters."spoke Ranger out of habit as he sighted down a giant Nob of what seems to be a looted version of what once was a PDF Gorgon,the orkish brutal,tribal livery all over its blessed hull.That tempted the ire of the Ranger...and under his gaze the Nob will die for his sacrilege. Estimated calculations yielded less then optimal degree of success,thus an alternative had to be taken.Instinctively,Zeth pulled up the data-schematics of the Gorgon vehicle from his memory,cogitator unit already working it over.No weakness found that could be utilized with his rifle. Yet...there was something that worked in favor for the Ranger.The greenskin livery made it less then opaque.A barrel...seemingly of fuel was attached around the edges of the vehicle.Spare fuel!Must be something that greenskins also took in their raids. And indeed the vehicles that followed the lead Gorgon were equipped in similar fashion. Zeth smiled as he found his true target.A smile of a cold predator.Implants kicked in,upping him the dose of body coolants and heart-rate regulators.Calculating the trajectory and the angle,he aimed at the barrel. "Five hundred meters.Neutralizing."spoke Zeth as a fizzling sound of the long las-weaponry sounded atop the Chimera,as a long red beam pierced escaping the convoy and flew toward their greenskin pursuers.