M3 - infiltartion

Davian back away as orderd from Raz there squead leader. he backed slowly into the brushe he used his shield to cover himself. He readied himself for the gaurds.

-Completely forgot Assault Team Number- OOC: Apologies hadn't really seen anything relating tot he assault, what we were looking at ect after my last post and just haven't...been interested in reading all the infiltrations teams stuff. Seems all of our assault team isn't posting either <.>

IC: In an incredibly rare display of Mulch's orkish kunnin the Greenskin had actually made his way over toward the brush; calling upon some long unused skills he had picked up navigating the brush of Catachan Mulch appeared rather suddenly near the patrol group. A massive war cry of ear splitting proportions followed as he threw himself directly at the group in a furious flurry of big choppa slashes, wanting all these kills for himself while also creating the illusion that he was the disturbance lurking about near this area. "Imz givin yooz a distrashun! DON'T WASTE IT!"

Meanwhile he had left the rest of the assault team to fend for themselves and launch their truck toward the open gates of the enemy manor/base/place that needs STOMPED.

M3 Infiltration

"What?!", Resh gave back in a very annoyed tone. She was just getting started and had to stop already?
Giving the man a dirty look, she punched him in the face twice simply out of rage, before ramming her bayonet into his skull. It was like eating candy on an empty stomach - neither satisfying nor filling, just a hollow gesture, your body acknowledging its hunger.
Her eyelids and fingers twitching in contained rage, the Dark Eldar stepped to her kin. "So. What now?"

OOC couldn't rly think of anything better than this

M3 -Infiltration Team-

"Now, we improvise!" the Dark Eldar laughed as he saw the Ork making his move. He started undressing one of the dead guards and taking his clothes for his own. "There is no other way inside of the fort, so I'll just have to make up one. I'm under no illusion that all of us would be able to hide like this, but I can give it a try!"

After couple of moments, Razauil was dressed as a member of the Fort security force, his face hidden behind a guard helmet. "Whoever stays behind link up with the assault force or help our Greenskin friend. Or do whatever you want, I'm going in!"

He moved towards the edge of the cover and watched the battle. He counted on the bush to hide who was who for anyone who was looking at it from afar, so after couple of seconds, he made his move. Breaking the cover of the bush, he moved towards the gate, occasionally firing shots at the Ork, though his aim was well off. As he moved closer, he started waving fanatically at the guards on the sentry tower.

"OH EMPEROR SAVE US, A GREEN MONSTER IS ATTACKING US! HELP!" Razauil cried as he broke into a run. He waited for the inevitable panic to occur for him to make his move and finally infiltrate the fort.

GM Note: -2 bullets.

Assault Team- Da Orkiest of Teams
"YOOZ BETTAH RUN PUNY LIL GIT! IZ CONQUERED YOOZ ARENA NOW YOOZ PLANET IS NEXT! " Mulch began chasing the disguised group with his big choppa held high, entrails of the last disemboweled guard still looped around the handle and strung out over his arms and shoulders. "Stupid gitz, dis sneakin about bizness be a waste O time. But Iz showz dem, nobody outduz Mulch at da sneakin or da choppin...WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

M3 Infiltration Team

Putting her hand to her face, Resh hid a smile peeking through her anger.
"Oh, kin, if that plan actually works."

As quickly as possible, she too switched clothes with a female guard's - though they were simultanously baggy and too short, she made do. Running after the team leader, she prayed, oh dear, prayed to Khaine that this fell into his domain; to cause death through deception, and that he was amused enough to grant them a scant few more seconds to not be detected.

M3 - Joining the WAAARRGGHH!!!

Skullcrusha growled in pure enraging frustration, infuriated by his inability to enter the base now that it was on full alert. Some of the pansies could slip in undetected with there cunning and bold plan of pretending to be guards, but could the same could be said for an Ork? No, for it would be obvious to anyone with a hint of intelligence that he was not one of them. Quickly pondering over the many possible outcomes that came to mind, all of them ended with the same conclusion. Now was a time for action, for the option of stealth had been denied to him by that damned blue git and her fancy shoota.

Bellowing a shout of intensifying aggression, specifically letting loose a terrifying "WAAARRGGHH!!!", Skullcrusha made a hasty dash out of the flora of the bushes and aimed for a large rugged rock near the assault team's location. Upon approach, he tactically slide against the mud as he descended into a secure position of cover with his Lasgun firmly gripped in his hands. Now that cover of the rock's hard stone had been found, the Ork speedily swung his weapon over the rock and targeted the hostile guards with the iron sights of his shoota before putting his finger to the trigger and taking a few precision shots in the enemies direction. It was both to help the assault team thin their adversaries numbers and to get the humies attention off their infiltration team.

Even if stealth would not be a pleasure fully enjoyed, nothing was better than a proppa good shootout to bring an Ork's spirits up again.

(GM Note) - 3 Ammunition

--Infiltration to assault --

Davian growled he couldnt sneak in his pale skin and eyes would have given him away if not for his claws and size. He looked to the ork. And nodded They bought would be joining the assault team now. If they were lucky maybe they could loot the place if everyone died. Davian readied his shield up and went beside the skull crusha. "So skull crusha how many you think you can tke out?" davian asked. He readied his supression shield and shock mace

M3 -The inside team-

Razauil succeeded in his attempt to raise panic as a number of guards began running all over the place. It turned out that the Ork killed all remaining soldiers who were outside, so only he and his kin were "survivors" of that massacre.

As they ran towards the gate, other guards let them inside without a second thought, still under shock to think straight. "GREENSKINS!" Razauil cried in his perfect Gothic, just one of the witnesses of his past adventures, "GREENSKINS ARE ATTACKING!" That got everyone nervous as one of the older looking guards pointed at a building across the yard. "Get your gear soldiers! We must defend the compound!"

The Dark Eldar smiled underneath his helmet as he went straight to the place he was told. The plan was working. They passed a dozen or so guards leaving the designated building and running towards the gate and walls, in an attempt to push back the invaders.

Razauil waited for all of them to leave his immediate surroundings as he entered the building, hundred percent sure that his kin would follow him in this. The kin thought alike and there was no need for extra words.

Inside, he found himself in a big room, filled with beds and different types of furniture. It was obviously one of the buildings the guards used as barracks. Across the room, he saw two humans sitting on a bed near a door that lead to another room. Not spending a second, Razauil moved directly towards them.

"Hey you!" one guy spoke as he was busy fixing his jacket. "We heard we are under attack?! Who would be stupid enough to do such a thing?"
"Probably some wildlife or crap like that," the other guy spoke as he was still lying on his bed, half naked and looking quite relaxed.
"Come on man, get dressed, the Sarge is calling everyone!"
"It's not like he gonna notice that two of us are missing," the guy said, still lying back. "Besides," he pointed at the door behind him, "Rick is still inside, taking a shit. And you know that can stretch out!"

They began laughing but the first one stopped as the Dark Eldar came closer. The guard saw that the newcomer moved differently, almost alien. "Hey you - I don't remember that anyone here carried a spear? Who..." Razauil didn't speak as he jumped at his prey, stabbing it square in the chest and killing it instantly. The other guy looked shocked as he tried to grab his weapon, but he was half naked and not prepared for fight. Quite helpless in his killer's eyes as the Dark Eldar rammed his spear into the poor man's skull.

"Perhaps one day I'll give them a fair fight!" Razauil smiled as walked over to the door, listening what's behind it and then turning towards his kin. "Resh, I apologize for being harsh back there in the bush. I believe there's a toilet past these doors and I hear at least one Mon-keigh inside. He is all yours. You can ask him where they keep Harker and you have all the time in the world to do it. I'll make sure you are undisturbed."

-Waking up with a blinding headache, Harker blinks away the blurriness as he takes in his surroundings. Memories come flooding back to him in a flash as he recalls what happened and as he gets off the ground, he realizes he is in a small cell no more than four by six meters in size. Realizing he has been stripped of his weapons and his backup, Harker moves to the reinforced cell door and places his ear next to it to see if he can hear anything. To his surprise, he can hear nothing....no guards, other prisoners, not even a rat. His arbite-trained mined working, Harker decides that he must be deep inside of a building, most likely the bastards compound who had done this to him. As he paces around the room, Harker can faintly discern a small discreet alarm blaring in the background. Smiling to himself, Harker approaches the door and begins to bang for the guards attention if there is anyone nearby.-