Shaking his head Vesk laughed softly. " That could have been worse! " He waited till most of the convoy had traveled forward. Trying to stand up he noticed that his right leg was not in the pristine condition it was in before. The wound already stopped bleeding but it would need medical attention in the near future. For now he pushed the weak limb to the back of his mind and surveyed his surroundings. He voxxed Kren " Brother! Next time when I ask you to shoot .. please shoot! Oh well another great story to add to my growing legend! They should call me jumping cougar from now on " A strained chuckle escaped his lips. He looked at the dead ork and the orks surrounding him. Now was not the time to act. It was a time to wait. Vesk concentrated on healing his damage leg. Maybe after a short rest it will be better. And maybe the damm Orks will move on quickly.
Temur started to clean the his Nartheium as he walked towards Tur and Ramiel. “I don't know about the two of you but I think we should regroup with Vesk & Kren. Once we are together we should probably hit the Fastasped's convoy before it gets to his resupply depot, I don't want to fight Fastaped in an environment that is likely to explode and cook off vast amounts of explosives at any second.” He shrugged slightly. “Plus we can't take back Fastaped's head if it is burnt to a crisp” He looked to both of his brothers. “Tur? Ramiel? Your thoughts?” @DeranVendar @Xaphen
<Tur> "Much appreciated Brother Dian, winds carry your blade swiftly. " Jogging off to recover Steppe's Wind the Scout winced painfully with the momentary pressure of lifting her upright, stomach wound still plenty tender. It quickly was forced into a vicious grin hearing the shared news brought forth by the pilot. "I'd say we're best off staying split up, perhaps send one to reinforce our Brothers at the tail while two of us go and prep some sort of ambush? I'm not exactly equipped for stealth duties right now beyond this blade but I'd be willing to go link up with our Brothers. "
Kren Took aim at the wartruk drive and breathed he had missed Vesks jump he then began firing his stalker bolter at the truk aiming for the driver. He had to take it out while he was still in reach. he fired his stalker bolter until he was out of ammo. His bolts flew through the air towards there target. with Krens hope that they would hit. OOC was out getting medicine
-Kren & Vesk- Evidently a few of the bolter rounds found the back of the driving ork's head, splattering its brains out into the hood of the wartruk. The vehicle then swerved off path and slowly slowed down as the driver slumped over the wheel. The sudden firing of the bolter attracted the attention of the 6 nob bikers around the actually dead or very unconscious nob who had crashed earlier, resulting in a WAAAGH! cry and many hand held shootas firing at the recruit still at the top of the elevated position. However most of the rounds were to no effect, as they either lack the range or the aim to hit Kren with the first few shots. Now thoroughly distracted with the new foe, all the orks turn their backs to Vesk and started riding around shooting at Kren. (Kren can take out up to three bikers, though beware that they are shooting back, so there's a very slim chance they'll hit the techmarine. Vesk can also kill two with his bolter if he wants, though another nob biker may swing around and have a much better chance of hitting Vesk than his techmarine brother. Vesk is unnoticed at this time.)
OOC since I am already setting myself up as the insane one .. The kill his brother made attracted the attention of the group of Nobs. While they were busy and distracted Vesk decided to act at once. Running as fast as he could on his mangled leg he shot his bolter in two short bursts. " For the Khan! For the emperor " He yelled with a booming raging voice. The shots hit home. Two heads exploded in a fine mist of blood, brain matter and other tissue. Vesk tried to close the distance and readied his chain sword.
Kren took cover as the shots came at him he quickly voxed vesk. "Vesk attempt to get to the truck I will attempt to give cover fire then reach you down there. If the orks brain is still intact I Will try to consume what there is to get the truck rolling." Kren said over the vox to Vesk as he he took out a magazine for his Stalker bolter and put in a fresh clip. As he looked back down to Vesk he could see him charging a nob. "Dammit." he said his message must not have reached him in time. he aimed down his sight as the shots came and cursed several times as Ork bullets wen't passed him he took aim and fired. hitting a nob that was attempting to blast him. As he saw another nob on a bike he took aim and fired blasting the orks war bike gas engine. He then took aim at the ork that was attempting to head at his brother vesk and took aim at it he aimed to try and aid his brother as he took aim. "Khan be with my hand." he said as he took aim
-Kren & Vesk- As Vesk charged the enemy and took out another two nobs, the rest of the gang swung their bikes at him. But it was Kren's quick thinking that saved him from most of the nob biker gang. However, one last nob remained, and he was very very angry. With a WAAAGH! that's louder than either of them heard, it charged on its bike, tossing aside his shoota in favor of a choppa. It was so fast it didn't give Vesk a chance to dodge aside, even to reach for his chainsword. The recruit was at the mercy of the nob. As it swooped down, bringing the choppa down, Kren raised his rifle as though his hand was guided by some unknown force. He aimed and pulled the trigger, firing a single shot at the charging nob. The bolter round flew through the air, chasing Vesk's would be killer. It flew true, but not at the target Kren thought he aimed at. It struck the choppa on the way down, deflecting it away from Vesk's necks by inches. Perhaps it was the poor swing of the nob's attack, but it was enough to make the nob's attack miss. The remaining nob screamed as he skeet to a stop a few meters away from Vesk, roaring in rage. He made ready for another charge. Somehow both Kren and Vesk knew this is a defining moment in the injuried recruit's life, as now Vesk had the choice of actually fighting against the nob. The nob waved his choppa and roared. "Humee thinks he can choppa my choppa? Or hide b'hind a dekka like ascared?" It revved its engines again. Kren watched from above, aiming to take a clean shot and end the nob's life. (If Vesk choose to accept the Nob's challenge, it would be a very difficult challenge indeed. Winning the challenge will definitely improved Vesk's combat capabilities however, not to mention possible prestige. The nob will have a mounted advantage against Vesk, though he can negate this by striking at the bike instead of the nob, but will he get out of the way of the nob's swing in time then? Kren can kill the nob at will, though this will negate the challenge and render it null)
Knowing that this moment will make or break his legacy Vesk accepted the challenge. He prayed to the Khan. And to the emperor to guide his hand. Give him the strenght to kill this filthy Ork. He knew he was at a disadvantage. But he was a space marine. His duty was to protect the imperium or die in battle. He made up his mind. Time slowed down in his mind. His supernatural senses making everything crispy clean and clear. He could see the ugly greenskins face. The spittle flying from his tusks and the ultimate evil in his eyes. The pure hate and rage that only a Xenos can have. But he was a White scar. He was destined for greatness. He was Vesk. " Time for another honor scar you filthy beast he raged " " Filthy aberation I am not afraid of you. Nor do I hide. I merely wait to give you a fighting chance. Come you dirty animal and meet your doom!" Vesk knew he had to be smart. He tried goading the Ork in even greater rage in the hope he would make a mistake. Orks were fast. But white scar marines are renowed for their speed. The time was now. He waited for the Ork to charge with his bike. The plan was to strike the front wheel of the ugly ramshackle bike and finish the damm nob of when it flew of it.
Kren as he saw the duel began began making his way down the slope towards the down truck he knew this was now a matter of honor and he would only interfere If his brother was about to die or the nob was a bout to win. he kept his bolter in his hand as he began moving down the Ravine he kept his guard up as he wen't further down towards the ork truck As he neared its doors he readied his weapon for alive ork to attack him.
