"Right then, I at least need a driver! Come on you rascals, who wants to live forever?" Maybe some pdf troopers had the balls to follow. Sigismund immeadiately sprung into action, jumping from vehicle to vehicle down the convoy to get to the free buggy. Should he have at least one brave soul to pilot, the knight would peel off from the convoy and get about a 100m distance between them.

Now a safe distance from the convoy, he could start stage two of the plan. "COME ON YOU ARSEWIPES! I'LL MURDER ALL YOU GREEN PILES OF FILTH! LITTLE SHIT'S THINK YOU CAN KILL ME?"

With stage two complete, stage three could now begin. 'Asses how many took the bait and then gun it the hell away'

<Boarding Action - @DeathKorpsOfKrieg @Xaphen >

Plasma shot connected with the fuel tank and resulted in what Amraphel hoped it would. Orkish weapons were crude things, and despite all killy bits on the custom shoota-flamer, Big Mek added all those things and didn't care much about the safety, for what sensible Ork would do that? Suffice to say, the explosion engulfed both the Ork and the Marine, effectively separating them from each other. Power pincer that held Amraphel thankfully didn't cut him in two pieces, but it still skewered him since the sudden explosion had enough force to throw Amraphel couple of meters away. As he landed, he could see that armor beneath his stomach was open, the blood spraying the floor and he could also spot his intestines trying to "get away" from his body. Added to that, his chest armor was completely melted and would definitely require replacements once he gets back on the ship.

As for the Ork, the ensuing explosion blew its arm off, as well as half of its big armor. Its face was a ruined mess since the helmet was completely melted down, showing ugly face that was missing lots of flesh on it. Alien tried to say something, but only managed to gurgle and spit blood as it was unable to speak, its tongue lost in the process. It slowly tried to get on its feet, but it wavered as doing so, still quite some distance away from Amraphel, but closing.

However it was at that time another familiar figure finally showed its face, the Son of Corax landing somewhere near the other Marine, his form bloodied and helmet lost, revealing his pale face. "I ran into some trouble," Icelos grunted as he aimed his bolter on the Big Mek. "Do you require assistance Brother?"


<Boarding Action - @Draconion @Uriel1339 Marmaroth>

Before he could do anything, the Greenskin's soul was snuffed out, the Librarian claiming the final kill. "Good work Brother," the Chaplain nodded as he reloaded his storm bolter and made way through the room and into the enemy leader's lair. It was at that time the Salamander could feel a strange aura flowing out of Marmaroth, only seen by his witch eye. It was faint, almost invisible, but it was there and he knew it, manifesting as faint golden light, as if the man was illuminated by the first ray of the sun in the morning. Whatever it was, it was the first time Draconion "saw" it, but before he could ask anything the Chaplain pushed onwards.

Opening the big door, they arrived in equally big chamber, which they saw now was serving as Krooza's Bridge. A small army of Gretching were running around the consoles, making sure everything "worked" while couple of Meks directed them with their whips and loud curses as they watched the open space through a huge window in front of them, showing the void battle outside.

In the middle of this motley crew was a throne where, inside of a capsule, sat something that looked like the thing they were looking for. Terribly mutated, its head and brain larger than any other piece of its body, chained to the seat, the Weirdboy glowed with some inner power. It lashed against its chains, but the capsule prevented it from moving anywhere, serving as its personal "cage". The moment it spotted the intruders, its eyes lashed at them, the Librarian suffering a feeling in his mind as if somebody hit the hammer against a bell right besides his ear.

"You know your task, do it," in between the ringing, he heard Chaplain's voice as the warrior opened fire on the nearby Orks, showering them in deadly shrapnel. It seemed the attack didn't effect him at all, but then he saw it didn't affect Apothecary either, the Son of Guilliman looking quite undisturbed and free to do whatever he wished.


<Angelfall @DeranVendar >

Both men replied in affirmatives, Strauss especially satisfied that he was placed in charge of hunting the aliens through the ship. It left Feron with five Stormtroopers in total to go and find who were those pesky Orks that were attacking the Generatorum.

Orks, being simple things they were, didn't surprise much as the Salamander finally reached the chamber, seeing a group of Tankbustas in the middle of setting charges randomly across the machinery, all serfs and staff dead on the ground. Aliens were so busy with their work that they didn't even see Feron and his men on the entrance, laughing between each other as they competed who would place a bigger bomb. (OOC 10 Tankbustas with various gear + ??? number of explosives set. You can kill half of those Orks and prepare yourself for "Cut the green wire...THE OTHER GREEN WIRE" mini-game )


<Lumber Camps Kordoba @lord-watchman @Vulpas Dorallius, Angelous>

While Tempestus was busy with hacking and smashing the Stompa's interior, Volorox actually managed to run out of Gretchin to kill. The pathway inside of the war machine led him upwards and the first (and only) serious opponent he met was once he got almost to the top. Through some ladder came a huge Ork, various trophies dangling around the chains of his 'ard armor. It hefted two one-handed power choppas, both of which looked like long swords.

"Aight, waz da git whoz krumpin ma pretty "Merigold"?! Youz dere!" he pointed one sword on the Marine Malevolent, "Iz don't rememba invitin you ere?! Zog off!" it roared as it charged Volorox, intent on cutting him into little pieces. Ork also had one advantage here which was that they were fighting in tight space, not many room for maneuvering.


<Convoy @DaKaptin @High_Adept_Zeth @Loldoom >

"I'm afraid we have no mines sir," Stormtrooper Sergeant replied to Rocky, "But we got some krak grenades, perhaps we can toss em and set em to go off in delayed mode?" Understanding that it was a good idea, the Inquisitorial troopers set about their job, trying to set those makeshift traps for the ever-approaching Orks.

Although, they turned their heads towards Ranger as his Long Las went off, the brilliant red beam connecting with enemy looted vehicle's tank and creating a chain reaction that blew the vehicle alongside its passengers sky high, making Orks in other buggies and trukks roar in approval before they realized it was their Nob who was sent to meet Gork (or Mork). Shouting curses and waving angrily, they kept on going, however now a bit wary because they didn't know Imperials had means of dealing with them from such range, which to them was quite unorky way to fight.

Suffice to say, once they saw Sigismund, who found the free buggy and a driver who wanted to help him (a young-looking boy, not more than 17 years old with a cap made of fox's fur) and drove the little vehicle away from the main column, two Ork buggies and a trukk turned towards him and came after, shooting in the air. Whatever happens next ought to be interesting since the entire countryside was one huge forest and Sigismund just went off-road, straight into maze of trees and small bush - a good ground to get your vehicle (or Orkish one, for that matter) crash spectacularly.

"By the Warmaster and all his holy brethren, I declare you are to die today! HIS EMINENCE BE MY WITNESS!" The Apothecary declared, the first time actually expressing anything positive at all toward the other Primarchs as he started to move as far as his tired bones and muscles would carry him toward the 'capsule', Durandal was revving in anger as he desired not to cut straight into the capsule, but rather cut it loose from the rest of the throne.

His feet voiced determination with each step the Power Armor stomped down on the fragile Kroozas floor. His hands voiced firm accuracy as they clung around Durandal's grip like snakes. His eyes voiced purity, as they burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, desiring to ignite his very enemies with them. His chest voiced strength as he walked upright and proud. No matter what the Weirdboy would attempt to do, he shall have no escape. Today only death would find him, one way or another.

<Feron>
A series of silent hand gestures directed the various Storm Troopers toward intended targets. Knowing his power armor clanking against the metal flooring would give him away, he was no Raven Guard after all, Feron intended to let them get off a number of silent kills before joining in himself. Whilst the black clad warriors shifted into position their Commander put a knee down and shouldered his bolter waiting for things to go loud. His eyes registered each initial kill as two Tank Bustas busily quarreling over who got to use the detonator were both grabbed and wrenched back with a blade in their throats, slicing vocal chords and letting their blood free all at once. A third went down bayoneted through the eye socket upon turning to investigate why the other two went silent, a fourth catching his grunt wasn't able to raise an alarm as another trooper rammed his knife through the thick skull. It was a hasty action with the soldier in question intending to catch the enemy through his eye socket but an unfortunately timed turn on the Ork's part turned it into a short lived scuffle, one complete with angry Ork grunts and a loud smack as the trooper was jarred up against a wall. It was enough to catch the others attention and just as the largest amongst them drew a Tank Hammer Feron opened fire and put a round in his skull, blowing away half his meaty head and letting the corpse drop. Like that weapons went hot and hell-guns were raised alongside his bolter to begin cleaning out the rest.

<Amraphel>

Amraphel looked at Icelos and snapped angrily: "The hour is late, in which the scion of corax chooses to appear; where have you been? As you can see .... I've been rather busy." Amraphel slowly rose to his feet and walked towards the nearly dead Big Mek. He crouched down near the beast's head, which had been badly messed up by the explosion. Slowly and with a deathly grin on his face he unhelmeted the ork and then started to pull on the creatures head. With utter force, he ripped of the head and a stream of greenskin blood pured from the open throat. Amraphel took a chain from his belt and wrapped it arround the xeno's head; a loud clank could be heard as he maglocked the chain to his belt.

Swiftly, Amraphel rose to his feet, happy about his new trophy. He turned towards Icelos and spoke:"
Come Brother, we have work to do! We must reach the generatorium quickly and I will plant the charges. Let us waste no time."

[OOC: Oh great...that guy.]


Draconion flinches briefly at the Weirdboy's psychic attack, the gesture and a momentary grimace the only indicators of the immense discomfort caused by the mental lash. Determined to not let the creature get the better of him - now or at any time - he gathers his powers. Leading with a volley of bolt pistol rounds at the capsule to startle the creature and disturb its focus, he unleashes his gathered power in a bellow of draconic fury that blows out cogitator screens, explodes gretchin heads and causes some of the larger Orks to crumple to the ground, bloody, liquified brain matter leaking from their ears and noses. Sustaining the roar beyond what even geneforged Astartes lungs would normally be capable of, he narrows its focus and piles all of its psychic fury onto the Weirdboy, targeting its brain tissues for massive ruptures and haemorrhaging.

A sudden surge of endorphin surged in his body,a biological award for the multiple eliminations.
"Multiple targets eliminated including their leader.It seems the greenskins have took the bait."buzzed Zeth over the vox,monotonously,informing the Chimera passengers of the situations development.

"The greenskins are still on our tail,tho only one vehicle (trukk).Orders?"

<Boarding Action - Amraphel, Icelos>

However, the Marine didn't reach the next chamber as the intestines from his stomach dropped from the cavity, the pain of his ruined body caught up to him as he slammed on the floor, the blood loss too great for him to move any longer. "The Lord said the mission come first," Icelos noted and took the demo charges from Amraphel, pointing towards the Generator room. "I'll be back, stay here."

With that said, former Blackshield left Amraphel and went to finish the mission.


<Boarding Action - Sirius, Marmaroth, Draconion>

Couple of Orks tried to stop Sirius, but he cut them down with ease, Durandal feasting good tonight. Once the chainsword connected with the chains, it destroyed them with ease and separated the cage from the throne, just in line with Salamander's shots that further irritated the Ork psyker, who tried to lash out with his powers but the warp lighting the alien conjured ending somewhere behind them, for such was the fickle nature of Ork magicks. In the end, Draconion's roar proved to be all they required to kill the Weirdboy, as his brain alongside the capsule exploded in thousand pieces, showering Sirius in green gore and other fluids.

"Well I thought you would try to seize control, instead of nuking him," Marmaroth sighed as he backhanded one of the few remaining Orks with the pommel of his axe, sending the thing sprawling in the dirt. "This is Marmaroth to all points. The target has been neutralized. Commence the extraction."


<Angelfall - Feron>

Such was the suddenness of the attack that the Greenskins didn't know what hit them. Their heads exploded as Feron and the remaining Stormtroopers dealt with them in quick fashion. What was left were a number of bombs set around the room, most of them looking quite crude and it was anyone's guess if they would actually work.
At least, that was Feron's job to find out as some of them started beeping...


<Canyon - @PorOborosCain @Uriel1339 >

Orks, like simple creatures they were, saw the "wall" in front of them and decided it would be a best thing to charge it head on and smash it to pieces. Fenix and her men opened fire as soon as they saw the horde approaching, killing dozen of Greenskins in the first salvo before their roars filled the mountains and they charged them with murderous zeal. But right then when they thought the Imperials would stand and fight, the pesky 'umies ran away into some canyon?! "LOOK BOYZ, DEM UMIES LEGGED IT! AFTA DEM! WAAAAAAAGH!" A rather large Ork Nob that was perhaps the leader of this group, waved with his big choppa as he ran after the defenders, the entire army following in his stead. Such was the fury of the Greenskins that they soon entered the canyon, only 30-40 meters behind Fenix's men, who ran as fast as they could...

<Feron>
Planting a second and third series of bolts into a still twitching corpse for good measure Feron slings his bolter across his back and skids toward the largest bomb that seems to be wired up as the big daddy, boom to end all booms, MOAB that would seal the deal. A flashing green interface just showed a repeated blinking Ork rune in the shape of a crown, or perhaps it was meant to represent a blast. Either way Feron ripped off the interface to get a good look at the wiring beneath, teeth setting hard as he attempted to get a good look at what the bomb had been cobbled together from, if it was originally human based or perhaps even Dark Eldar he had a good sense on how to disarm it, if it was just an absolute mess of Orkish tek know wotz then well...he had gut instinct for it.

"I will guard Draconion. You shall lead the way as the Commander you are, Marmaroth." He bowed with his head, caring little about the gore on his body. A quick raise of his foot and a Gretchin flew into a console and impaled on the glass that broke before from a shrapnel of the bolt fire that Draconion had fired. With nothing anymore in the way, he hurried to the Codicers side.

"Are you in well condition, brother? I apologize for having you left alone before, but believe me if I say it was of a greater good for our team. Now let's just see that we get out here. Together and alive, yes?" He offered to let Draconion put an arm around him, should he desire help in walking, though inside, the Apothecary was even ready to carry the Librarian, should it be required of him.

Steinar finally arrived on top of the canyon wall, with only slight exhaustion and was watching the battle beneath him unfold, until it was time for him to strike down on the Orks...