OOC: His Power Fist says yes. Lead by example or die as a scumbag! Also will finish our little march a bit later today. Oskar only glanced short behind him and nodded at his troop. He was glad to be surrounded with men and women who could consider one another family. That is what made Ruvorn always strong. The bonds of families on and off the battlefield, making the population work as close as possible together and without selfish thoughts. Stand up for the others, because they do the same for you.
<Gorbon and Franco> "Commissar, Commander? " Franco called up over the noise. "Fresh recaf? Anyone? We've got plenty! " Offering out a steaming flask of the good stuff in every general direction. Gorbon grinned at the sight. "Does a mind good! " It tended to do morale even better but best not to mention that in front of the Commissar, 'blammings' didn't much real good when on the march, well they did, but not quite the same effect as on the battle field.
"No thank you. But I have a victory drink after this one." Oskar yelled to get his voice across, over the echoing noise of the Sentinel Engines.
Geron looked his picture of his fiancee he sighed then put it away "It's going to be a great day for the cubs." he voxxed the commander " Sir what is the mission again Brock and I would like to be refilled in."
"March. Shoot. Kill. And some waiting time until the other two platoons are in position, so we can launch a three-side attack." Oskar replied with a good mood.
OOC: timejump to the fun, given I forgot yesterday to proceed and everyone seems done with socializing ~~ Assault on Gate #31 ~~ Oskar Hochmann gave the sign of halt and then walked over to Falkenauge, contacting the other platoon leads. After a quick code-filled conversation that nobody understood it's meaning of but the Platoon Leaders, Oskar marched back on the front and gestured Xalia (@lord-watchman ) and Uther (@PorOborosCain ) to come to him. "Keep the morale up and keep in mind to apply disciplinary actions to our Platoon. The other platoons are out of control for you and I don't want to lose any of you just because you had to put a Bolt Round into a running guy from the 6th. I will not protect you at all costs should such incident happen, unlike other Regiments you know that we take every casualty personally. Because we are no friends out here. We are family, just like back on Ruvorn." And with that said, without giving time for them to respond he addressed the rest of the Platoon. "The Orks hold this gate and it was a major supply point, so prepare to meet a lot of firepower. One of the platoons actually managed to get a Cyclops down here and will start trying to take the wall out from the other side. This means we got to keep the Orks eyes on us, until they can breach and flood the Orks out. Squads 5 to 10 establish a firing line a bit further down the road, using the supplies the Sentinels have with them. The Command Squad up to 4 will come with me and shoot at them, taking the cave as cover. Once they charge toward us, we retreat into the firing lines and let them get shot before they get too close." Oskar Hochmann got a loud "AYE!" as reply and with that turned to the rest of his team: @DeranVendar : "Gorbon, Franco. You come with us and establish a little firing nest, try to kill in as wide arcs as possible to force the Orks to keep their heads down." @lord-watchman & @PorOborosCain : "Keep the morale high and ensure safety of those around you. Lead and direct fire if necessary." @Colapse & @Valonox & @kanila : "You are with me, shooting at the biggest and ugliest greenskins you can see." @Casavay & @High_Adept_Zeth : "Keep your eyes open and focus fire on Heavy Weapon Teams. Anything that could threaten the Cyclops must be taken out. Rocket Launchers, Las Cannons, Plasma Weapons, all of that sort." OOC #2: Reminders: Platoon Lead: Oskar Hochmann (@Uriel1339 ) Master of Ordnance: Artyom Walter (@Xaphen ) Lady Commissar: Xalia Umbra (@lord-watchman ) Commissar: Uther Valentine (@PorOborosCain ) Vox-Operator: Martin Falkenauge (@Vulpas - NPC) Veteran Soldier: Mark Vincent (@Colapse ) Veteran Soldier: Gerontius Malithine (@Valonox ) Veteran Soldier: Brock Mizer (@kanila ) Sharpshooter: Viktoria Kirsten von Kirschhain zu Auroris (@Casavay ) Sharpshooter: Techero Binalt (@High_Adept_Zeth ) Heavy Weapons #1: Gorbon Sobovostki (@DeranVendar ) Heavy Weapons #2: Franco Deskos (@DeranVendar )
With a grin he primed the meltagun. "Don't have to tell me twice Sir! Greenskin soup anyone?" He moved forward ready for the fight ahead.
<Gorbon and Franco> "SIR YES SIR! " Both replied in identical timing, Gorbon hoisting up the auto-cannon against his hip while Franco quickly flipped down the bracing tripod and fed him a sip of recaf. Franco immediately set his hawkish sights out over the nearby terrain, trying to spot a solid perch that would give them adequate cover along with clear line of sight to the enemy fortifications, even better if they could manage a height advantage.
Before... "Thank you soldier, a cup of recaf is always good to keep the senses sharp. I expect nothing less of the defenders of the Emperor's domain. You are heavy weapons, private Franco correct? I would see you killing many orks before this day is out. Understood?" Uther enjoyed his recafe, mildly addiction was bound to happen to a man in his position. Beyond such stimuli, Commissar Valentine treated his body as a temple. Which left him kind of a light weight when it came to drinking. However the results were a massive bulk of a dispenser for the God-Emperor's judgment. "Commissar Xalia, I would see you awake for this battle. Can't be caught sleeping on the job like last time. We are representatives of the Commissariat. Can't look after you and keep these apes in line." Now... Uther straightened his hat over his shaved head and gave a nod of assurance. "You can count on me to uphold disciple and the Imperial standards. Without which we would have little hope of overcoming the barbarians at out door... In this case, hiding behind their own. I would see it come crashing down before they day's end." Commissar Uther made for the firing lines and prepared his powerfist for combat. Flexing the digits and listening to the servos for any signs of hinderance.
