<Feron> Feron's upper body hunched down as a spray of slugs created a curtain of sparks to his right or whizzed overhead leaving heat trails to lap at the back of his head or neck. "Wait till we've got the bulk of them clustered arou---" The Salamander went flying as their Dreadnought burst through a wall nearby, the outward force enough to floor him. "Blow the charges once the bulk of the mob is in the thick of it! We didn't have any anti-armor mixed in there so Veritus will be fine! " Rolling upon full contact with the ground the onyx skinned warrior spun hard on his heel and chucked another stun grenade, looking to capitalize on what confusion had been introduced to the situation by the sudden arrival of an allied walker. These aliens were big, well armored and strong but they were in for a nasty shock. "Keep them confined to the halls, we can face them two or three at a time and force them to our terms. " Two stuns left, the shotgun would be useless here and his flamer would soon be putting two other Brothers at risk. So for now it was back to the murderous basics of his bolter, sending mass reactive rounds roaring down the passage looking to blow open heads or put rounds into vulnerable joints so the rest would have an easier time of it. "Volorox hold off from engaging till our trap is blown! Once they're up in smoke and flames move in and do what you do best. "
<Amraphel> Amraphel waited for the perfect moment, this was it, he couldn't afford to make a mistake now , timing was absolutely crucial. He patiently waited until the Warboss and his Nobz were poised to charge, yelling meaningless threats in their crude language, all carelessly grouped in one big blob. Swiftly, he stepped arround the corner and stood high atop the catwalk, as the cruel mastermind of what has to unfold, watching the scene below. He used his helmet to amplify his voice and yelled with feverish excitement:"Cry Havoc and let slip the dogs of war!"; a splitsecond later he fired one plasma shot, directed to trigger their deadly little welcoming gift. Time seemed to slow down, as the mass of superheated gass traveled through the air and found it's mark. It was now for fate to decide if the explosive would produce the desired effect.
Dart watched as they explosions subsided and the Ork attack halted. Which was surprising, as it had a 67% percent chance of failure. Following Fenix's orders, Dart kept watch on the Space Wolf Astartes. Watching as Steinar leaped into the fray of confused and nobless Orks. He tore into them with reckless abandoned. However, more Orks poring in from the woods and beyond. [Situation escalating. Certainty of death 99.99%. Returning to keeper.] Darts wasn't a true consciousness, just an echo with limited personality still bound by programing. Before leaving however, Dart opened his skeletal mouth. His hidden compartment dropping two objects chain together. It landed close to the Space Wolf, they weren't melta bombs as one would usually see Dart drop. They were glowing incandescently. (2 plasma grenades) [Lethality increased by 6%.] When Dart returned to the drop ship, Fenix and the rest of the Penal Legion soldiers were already seated. Fenix saw how Steinar wasn't with them as they took off. Fenix opened a private vox channel with her college. "So, this is it then Space Wolf? I knew your kind were stubborn, but you give it a whole new meaning. Dart shows me you're prepared to fight to the end... 'The Wolves of Fenris don't retreat before the enemies of the Emporer.' Just something I read aboard the ship... See you Space Wolf, go out with a Bang." Fenix says sympathetically, but without pity or sadness. OOC: Is this the end of Steinar Greywold? Spoiler
<Steinar Greywold> Noticing the Plasma grenades he simply stomped hard on the ground, shooting an earth slab up which he held his shoulders against before they detonated, pulverizing the slab and pushing him away, but not down on the ground. He was pushed right into a new group of Orks, swinging around in a short swirl he caught it off-guard, removing abdomen and more, the Ork simply fell forward and ripped the little connection there was with his lower half off for good. He howled into the air, and somewhere... Distant, but certain... He heard as if the howl was replied. His ears peaked up and with new destination he ran further toward the end of the canyon, where the Orks came from. On his way to there he cut into nearby Orks and shot at them too. Either he went crazy, there was a local animal that thought him for one of his or the least possible thing ever happened. No matter, he had found a new goal between all this mess! Somewhere between his own howl and the running he 'lost' his Melta Bomb with a 3-5 second timer.
-Volorox Volorox was surprised when he heard The ancient he hadn't heard him fall or even enter the room nor did he hear the others Angelous and Doralious could be anywhere. He exited the Scrap pile as he followed till he heard Feron's Voice Saying something about a trap he looked quickly took cover as the fight wen't on under some rubble he began to make himself ready as he saw the orks come and to wait until the explosion. He kept his Halberd close.
<Hangar> "No, but we got this," Commissar grinned as number of spot lights were turned on, using the battery from one of the cargo ships. Right in time, as first group of Greenskins entered the chamber. They were looking like tank bustas, en route to investigate the commotion. Suffice to say, they were shot to pieces by the defenders, aliens caught unprepared for such force. But then the second wave came and everything went to hell. A small army of boyz of various types came at them and soon they were forced to fight in melee, while remaining serfs gathered behind, pouring las fire into the aliens. In the meantime, Sirius felt a stinging feeling at the back of his mind, a lot different than the one he felt when trapped in his nightmare aboard Ork Krooza. It urged him to attack and drown in the blood of the aliens, as if that was the only thing there was in this world. It didn't take him much to realize what was the cause of this, as the bone white pommel of the black axe grew hotter with each passing second. <Boss fight> Amraphel's aim was true as the bomb went off, engulfing two Nobz in fire. One was instantly incinerated, it toppled over like a big tree while the second one survived the initial blast with its armor completely melted, but only for a moment, as both Feron and Icelos riddled it with bolts and sending it to meet its Gods. "Wel datz not nice!" Warboss shouted as couple of Orks opened fire on the catwalk, forcing Amraphel to take cover, while the big one himself began hacking at the structure holding the above passage, which made it lull and fall, bringing both Icelos and Amraphel face down into the floor. Sadly, Icelos fell only couple of meters away from the Ork leader while Amraphel ended up a bit farther away, both him and Feron watching in horror as Warboss quickly snatched former Blackshield off the ground and used his oversized claw to cut him in two. "ONLY GUD UMIE IZ A DED UMIE! WAAAAAAAAAGH!" he roared and so did the other Nobz, two of them charging Feron and Amraphel separately, one going for former was equipped with a heavy flamer and a power choppa, while the one going for the latter had twin power klaws, bristling with energy. On the other hand, Tempestus managed to fry one of the aliens, its husk being cast aside. However, the second one dodged Dreadnought's claw swipe, and instead rammed a big choppa into his bulk, damaging one of his arms. Another Ork with custom shoota and a power klaw turned around and went straight for Tempestus, while failing to notice Volorox inbetween shouting curses. OOC 7 Nobz left + Warboss. Be careful not to forget to deal with the ones attacking you directly, so you don't end up torn to shreds. <Steinar> Melta bomb went off, making a decent crater and destroying at least dozen Greenskins in the process. But not like it mattered much, since they now kept on coming from all sides, the word being spread that there was a big humie down here, giving them quite a good krumping which made various Nobz race on who will come first and take Wolf's hhead. This resulted in Steinar meeting harder resistance, as a number of bigger Greenskin specimen engaged him, bringing all their savage might with them. OOC Steinar's fate = your call
tempestus put his over arm to use and unloaded two dozen storm bolter shells into the ork trying to retreive his chopper stuck in the now gunless combat arm as he then sent a bolt of heat into the power claw of the second one
<Steinar 'I heard a howl!' Greywold> OOC: As per Skype - Unpublished on RP, because it's too epic to comprehend for others. Therefore: Everyone say farewell to Steinar. Ah screw it I post it anyway! Spoiler: True Story. I told you it's too awesome to comprehend. OOC: YOU STOLE THAT TACTIC FROM ME! HUZZAH! #Ruvorn <The Apothecary> "Blood you want. Blood you get. Gladiator Weapon." He whispered to the Axe in his hand, having heard the warnings and tales from Stevanus and Marmaroth alike that resolved around the weapon, and he would not deny it. "FALL WHERE I SMITE, THAT IS YOUR FATE!" The Son of Guilliman roared as he leaped forwards and drove the axe right into the neck and cleanly cut the Greenskins head off. In the same rotation, he let the blade guide his aim, making a complete rotation before horizontally bisecting another Orks head. "That was just the Appetizer, old friend." The Apothecary grinned beneath his helmet, informing the weapon about his satisfaction about it's cutting strength. Yet it was almost as if he could feel the jealousy of Durandal, protesting to be used despite broken teeth.
<Feron> His final stun grenade was popped into his shoulder mounted grenade launcher, battered, beaten and mostly neglected during the boarding action it would be put to use at least once now. Side stepping an initial overhead chop he watched as a meter deep gouge was made within the floor attesting to the Nob's strength. Slipping around behind the brute he gauged the make and build of his mega-armor using his own crafting acumen to spot weak welds, vulnerable joints and any weak metals in its construction. An attempted back hand with the heavy flamer unit only resulted in momentarily flooring himself in a dive underneath it, quickly rolling away before an flat foot nearly stomped his life out. It was one of the few times he as an Astartes would have a proper advantage in agility and he would abuse that mercilessly till he found another point of advantage. Rising to his feet he found his right foot skidding back several inches further than intended, momentarily losing traction in the growing puddle of Icelos' blood. Expression turning dark his grenade launcher whirled about with a mental impulse, spitting the final stun grenade into the path of the Nob attacking Amraphel knowing his comrade's helmet would make the effects of the assault grenade useless, another Brother wouldn't be falling on his watch easily this day. Sprinting forward at his own aggressor the Salamander performed two swift actions, one with Skull Splitter drawn and alive with a halo of energy sparking about, another with open hand. Planting his shoulder against the Mega-Nobs right arm pit he swung the pick end of the relic weapon about attempting to plant it firmly and fatally into the Ork's brain while his other limb wrestled to turn the heavy flamer toward the warboss and force his pseudo-hostage's fingers down on the weapons trigger to give the beast a good, Ol fashioned purging.
