"Yes mam" Martin said as he took the Vox's Communicator and gave it to there Commissar and turned the Vox on to broadcast to the whole platoon. He also used this time to reload his auto pistol as the others covered him. Martin then raised himself as the Vox was ready to broadcast and began covering the commissar while firing into the horde of orks with his las-rifle.

"men do not falter, for we shall not die this day" as she spoke she loosed three more shots "this day we bring our god emperors retribution to these foul xenos filth, this day we shall slaughter the green skins in his name" with that she drew her sword and passed the vox back "lets see if that livens the men up then"

-Binalt,Techero.Sharpshooter - Owl 2.

Techero steadied his aim.His sights on one big Ork blocking the view of others.It was a bit confusing seeing it all through the thermal vision but he got used to it.It was easy with this enemy (if the Primer is to be believed) since the bigger the orange outline (the bigger the ork!) the more dangerous he is.

With a light squeeze on Angela`s trigger,he ejected a projectile that went to the warm embrace of the Nob`s head.It was not a pure headshot,catching the xeno on his chin,but it was enough for him to fall down in a moment of confusion and get ran over by other Orks.Ejecting the shot with a satisfied grin,the shell going over the platform,Techero aimed at another ork.This one was not the biggest of the horde,but it wore few sticks protruding from his back.It was a feral fetish with various skulls and banners on it.Tactical assessment of the target won and the creature had to die.With a squeeze Angela sent another welcome to the afterlife by dispatching the Ork with a hit that landed in his forehead.The shot went through the xeno`s skull,cleanly.

Techero could hear (and feel) the blunt thudding of the auto-cannon above him,as it mowed down score of Orks.Whoever was manning the thing was doing a good job.It seems first wave was obliterated.(oocost 1)

Sharpshooter ejected the casing from the rifle with a practice move as he scanned the area.He didnt need to hear Oskar`s yelling to know that the second wave was coming.He was silent and solemn,his heart-rate barely above average.In the moments of aiming he would block out all the horrors of the battlefield and the noise that came with it.

Aiming down the sights,scanning the horde for juicy targets,Techero found one that just begged for a bullet.The ork seemed to carry some form of a heavy weapon,giant backpack strapped to its back.The tip of the weapon produced unnatural heat,which gave it away as a energy weapon.With a squeeze of the trigger Techero fired another round at the creatures backpack.He hoped for the best,but then again hope was for those without skill.He whispered silently the solemn credo of all those who honed the accurate warcraft of a sharpshooter. (ooc: post 2)

I am weapon.I am...nemesis.

OOC: Just abuse him to your liking, he carries a Vox Caster. You just gotta be near him (Cuz technically he is a NPC, anyhow )

OOC:
Slow RPs.SLOW I SAY!
*impatience intensifies*
(ran out of tech-thralls to whip.Good night guys!)

Brock slid into cover between Mark and Geron. "Ya'll started without me!" He quickly brought his autogun to bear on the nearest Nob, sending a spray of lead up his chest and into his head. He quickly dropped back behind the wall.

It most have looked like a more violent version of wack-a-mole when the three veterans randomly popped in and out of cover to unleash the Emperor's fury! "Next time give me a heads up will ya!"

"Shouldn't take naps before the Ork invasion but hey it keeps you going though.We shouldn't let the Orks get into to huge of a number or they might not need a Nob to come and get us"

*Spotting another Nob mowing him down with some of his ork allies.*

"Hahaha you gotta take 'em when ya can!" He hoped up blowing a boys knee to bits. He slid back behind the wall with a smile on his face as the greenskin collapsed and was trampled by his cohorts. Slapping a fresh mag into his autogun, "So what crazy plan do ya think the 'LT' has instore? Cause I didn't even get to setup any demo charges."

He sent another burst of autogun Fire into the approaching horde. The 'tide' seemed endless, but there was no way they could even approach the number of nids they had faced in the past.

"I heard over my vox bead that we hold till reinforcements arrive then I think we push but it was stopped the commissars inspirational words FRAG OUT!!!"

*Gerontius threw his grenade and a horde of bunched up Orks and easy kills to thin the Tide then ducked behind cover*

"By the way I think that demo charge is for something armored and something with out normal guns cannot hurt it thats probably why you don't have you Meltagun this time Brock."

As bits of green flesh peppered their cover, "Yea but I figured we would atleast set this place up to be caved in, ya know worst case scenario!" Tossing a piece of ork flesh off of his shoulder he fired a few more quick bursts into the horde before returning to cover and reloading. "Where is the resupply squad at? At this rate we're gonna have to start throwing rocks ta keep'em back!"