Disgrace...Failure...Imperfection...There were the words that filled his mind as Arnock fell to his knee due to the overwhelming numbers that surrounded him and his lack of support. A member of Fulgrim's Legion and a son of the Emperor did not bow before the the might of xenos. A son of perfection did not let a symbol of the Emperor's unification of Terra falter. And for all those thoughts, all the ideas and standards Arnock held himself to, he still found himself looking up from his knee at the standard above it as it shook. And yet, if there was something to even call such, a ray of hope poured through the mob of Orks Arnock found himself in. Looking up at this human woman, whom had now become his savior, it all became even more clear. The idea that Arnock, and all kin alike, were anything more than tools of war was an illusion. The true children of the Emperor were and always would be Mankind. They were the ones whom Arnock was to protect and unify. So, raising up his arm to allow his shoulder a moment to heal, Arnock spoke as he thumped the standard pole against the ground, "None that come to mind. Purge the xenos filth from this place! Let fly the weapons of Mankind!" Arnock picked his power sword up from the ground and charged forth back into the xenos infantry. OOC: All out attack against remaining against Boys with Choppas
Pholax's plan to distract the largest enemy had completely backfired with Sidon taking a blast which was meant for him. And now Sidon's armour once pristine and more ornate looking was now battered like Chemos before the Phoenician came to us. Pholax had no words to speak, the shame of taking one's own wounds was painful enough, to see them onto another was a higher shame. Rising to his feet, Pholax nodded and moved to flank the Ded. Jendon's vial helped, it took away some of the pain he was feeling but, Pholax felt he'd give Sidon permanent wounds because of his brashness. Pholax now had even more to make up for, he'd take down this beast. The loss of words stuck with Pholax as Jendon's medical aid did its work, not wasting anytime, Pholax threw himself back into the fight. Moving to a slightly clearer position to minimise any chance of hitting his brothers, Pholax raised his Autocannon and aimed for the left leg, if he got lucky he might take a leg off or even just stop the leg from working. Ork technology appeared to be nothing more than two pieces of metal welded together, yet it was at times as resistant as Legion plate. Whatever caused this sickened Pholax, it didn't seem natural. A simple solution was smash that which wasn't natural. It wasn't the most appreciated philosophy, but it was one that worked. Smash that which you don't understand. OOC: All out attack on Da Green Ded's left leg.
@DeranVendar "My thanks for the assist, Brother," grunts Vitaly as he clambers to his feet, "Go ahead and push the line forward. I'll clean up here." Like the forelimbs of a praying mantis, Vitaly's servo-arms unfurl from his back with predatory intent. Advancing inexorably upon the burning Kan, he tears the hodgepodge construct to pieces, the shriek and clatter of tearing metal turning to horrible organic screams and wet gurgles as he moves on to disassembling the pilot as well. Looking out upon the battle at large, he can see the field is heavily contested by the Orks, who are sorely testing Imperial resolve. His hearts nearly skip a beat as Sidon absorbs an energy blast meant for Pholax. What was the Devastator doing abandoning his heavy weapon and wading into close combat?! I suppose that leaves me to anchor the line all by myself. Seeing only two heavy units left on the field, he knows exactly what needs to be done. Bracketing first the last remaining Killa Kan with a targeting cursor, he paints it for his micro-missile launcher. The nano-foundry whirs and hums with greater ferocity than normal as it expends a considerable amount of onboard resources to assemble a special warhead - a melta charge that will burn through the thickest armour in several classes. A mental impulse sends the enhanced warhead flitting on its way towards the last Killa Kan. Vitaly then spins to face the mechanical abomination known as Da Green Ded. Had the battle been more orderly, he would have taken the time to scan the disgusting thing for structural weaknesses. As things stand, however, he will have to opt for a far simpler solution. He levels the gamma cannon at Da Green Ded as data-screed scrolls across his helmet HUD faster than even an Astartes eye and mind can process without the blessed gifts of Mars. +++Lock target: Xenos heavy walker.+++ +++Charge Gamma capacitors - 15 exawatts, two shots.+++ +++Zero on centre mass for optimal shotfall; Target movement predictive kinematic analysis, window: 3 seconds.+++ +++Fire for effect.+++ OOC Action Summary - Standard Attack @ Killa-Kan (RL) w/melta missile - All-Out Attack @ Da Green Ded w/Gamma Cannon Advanced Processing reroll: All-Out Attack @ Da Green Ded w/Gamma Cannon Micro-Missile ammo Standard Charges: 23/30 Special Warheads: Stasis x 1, Monoball x 1, Cryo x 1, EMP x 1, Plasma x 1
Elymas took his wounds with dignity as it would be expected by an Emperor's Child at this point. Or rather it was thanks to the Apothecary holding him in place until the librarian regained his footing with the help of a healing chemical mix. As they charged now in unison towards the burning close combat specialist known as brother Aleph, the audiomancer smelled the opportunity to strike down a fool of an Ork. When Elymas came about the unexpecting Ork, he first ram his shoulder plate into the side of the Loota to stagger him before coming up with Phoenix's Resolve in a swift uppercut swing, bringing the glowing nigh indestructible gem right against the chin of the Ork, shattering jaw bone and with the psychic force behind it as well delivering a powerful enough strike to the skull, into the brain matter and kill him on the spot. Once Jendon aided Aleph successfully and they regrouped, their Apothecary had made note of the next most obvious target for them to assail. Sergeant Sidon's foe which endangered a massive amount of other warriors of their legion and the mortal soldiers alike. @Vulpas @Jorimel "I agree, Brother Apothecary. Into the fray! The xenos flesh is weak, and we are the Emperor's Children! Death to His foes!" Elymas roared, elevated to new heights from his latest kill and the need to do his proper part in combat. But maybe it was just the adrenaline coursing through his body from Jendon's injection earlier. Either way. The Lexicanum Audiomancer. Head of the Wyrms of Knowledge could not continue to drag down his comrades. He broke out into a full sprint to close as much distance as possible, gaining tunnel vision on the 'Da Green Ded' as he would leap, duck and bash his way through the combat zone. Once he closed down far enough, he started to channel his powers once more. This time isolating himself from the Waagh and focusing on the inert powers slumbering within him. The Ork might have massive weaponry and armor. But he has learned one spell that might just be perfect to slither it's way through and allow the killing blow by Sidon or another of his beloved brethren. Vox-Casters went beyond the normal maximum, but his voice carried the tune on a frequency his brothers would not realize. The bright purple-cyan glowing gem of Phoenix's Resolve pointed right at the armored Ork, creating a tunnel of soundwave that would isolate the attack - something he had learned from his past when Sidon got wounded unintentional. "You might wear Iron atop your flesh and bones! But I shall strip your soul away from all of it! Misbegotten greenskin!" Elymas roared through the isolated sound tunnel. OOC: All-Out-Psyker (Double Roll) vs. Da Green Ded: Soul Scream (Close Range, Single Target; Screams at the soul of the victim to assail them directly in their mind, can also cause the soul to momentarily disconnect with the physical body and stun the victim; OOC Description: Kinda like Sindels Banshee Scream from Mortal Kombat)
"You are a credit to the squad Brother Vitaly. Show the scrap where it belongs!" Quick with the praise as he is with rebuke, Extrovious soars away entrusting their Techmarine to dismantle the remaining walkers. Above the battle field he lingers, reaching the zenith of his jump pack's arc and enjoying the weighty tug of gravity as it at last begins forcing him back to the ground. With Elymas wailing a fresh psychic assault he struggles to tear his eyes away, uncertain if he needs to descend and save the others from whatever foible awaits next or- Enough of that. Those heavy weapons in the back are not dying fast enough, and Pholax seems intent as ever on playing in close assault. Sidon requires cover, but descending into the heavy crossfire on that walker might take me out as well. They shall carry the day, they must. As I must cover them. The Lootas might see what is coming, but Gork and Mork both help them in trying to stop it. Glorious and gaudy power khopesh swings with the full might of Extrovious' landing. Gravity and gene-forged muscle haul the weapon around in heavy arcs that, by Astartes standards, were comparatively ponderous things, but to the Orks and Auxilia his limbs were blurs of blood spattered purple; each swing weighed to bisect and dismantle the Xeno. OOC: All Out attacks against the Lootas, starting on the 4 hp ones first.
Using his original training as an Assault legionary, Jendon reaches Pholax and Sidon in no time and similarly like before, he is faced against an Ork walker however this time around, Da Green Ded proves to be more than a match for him. Doing a half-circle whirl the Dread hits the Apothecary just as he was about to administer the stimulant to his Devastator brother, ruining the dosage and sending him right where he came from. Violent backhand smashes Jendon's faceplate to pieces, breaking his nose in the process and rewarding him with yet another future trip to the Third Millennial's Apothecarion as a patient. Pholax on the other hand, uses this commotion to open fire on what he believed was the walker's weaker spot. Shell after shell impacts on the thing's armor and nothing happens at first, layers and layers of plating are ripped apart but the thing seemed to be quite resilient, almost on pair with the venerable Dreadnoughts the Legions used to store fallen brothers. However as more and more of it was destroyed the Devastator began seeing sparks and internal systems beginning to suffer damage, just in time for Da Green Ded to turn around and once again fire off its mega blasta. This time Pholax was ready and the blast of super-heated nearly grazes him as he dashes forward chainaxe in hand, meeting the followup swing of the giant claw that still had pieces of Jendon's armor on it. He angles his move so the blow is met riding it instead of parrying, the adamantium teeth doing their work as Pholax's time spent with the Eaters of Worlds awards him with a bit of a different approach to combat than what his parent Legion fostered. Oil instead of blood comes surging from the wound he made and then another slash opens up the chest cavity where Pholax for the first time sees actual red fluid flowing and a scream of the Greenskin pilot inside fills his ears. "Suffer not the alien to live," Sidon announces his presence, the Sergeant despite the loss of his limb still very much in it as his mace comes crackling, he smashes it into Dread's back, blowing up parts of its engine department and setting the thing's backside on fire. Its movement became erratic now, the twin claws whirling around haphazardly as it tried to catch the Sergeant but Sidon was quick, in spite of his wounds he rolled aside, just enough to let the walker's pilot chase him...straight near the edge of the "pit" where the elevator was sent crashing down moments earlier. It was apparently obvious to Sidon what Vitaly was about to do and he played right into it. Techmarine on the other hand, still had some troubles with the aiming as his position was once again riddled with explosions as the last remaining Killa Kan sent a salvo of missiles his way - few of them actually hit and did more damage than his armor could take, however it was apparently enough for it to somewhat ruin his shot. Gamma cannon flared to life and the energy beam hits the Dread in one of its claws, cutting the limb in half before it could do more damage, however the thing still stood where it was, damaged but unbowed. That was when Elymas came screaming. Of course, the actual psychic scream was inaudible for the normal and augmented ears, however the Ork heard it alright. It would've been an instant kill if not for yet another disturbance that Elymas this time around caught before it ran out of control. If there was another Ork psyker, a Weirdboy of some kind, aboard this fortress that was trying to hinder his moves the Audiomancer couldn't tell, but there was indeed something working in the shadows trying to make mockery of his efforts. Perhaps a thing to think about at some other point as his assault seemed to have a desired effect and Da Green Ded swayed on its feet, just before it "slipped" and fell into the elevator hole. Its final fate was uncertain as none of the legionaries could spot the bottom of it, but Sidon seemed content with the result. "Good job," he gave a slight nod to Elymas before he moved away, going for the last Ork walker. However before he got there the thing was downed - Vitaly managed to send one of the missiles from his integrated launcher and the melta payload burned better part of its armor apart, right for Martyn to dash in and stab the pilot with his power sword, before slashing couple of more times as if wanting to make sure the thing was dead. On the other side, Extrovious continues being the 4th Squad's flying battering ram. He lands on top of the Lootas, undisturbed by the fact they just opened fire on him. Just like before, the machine spirit of his armor takes just about everything that was sent his way and neutralizes it, the blessed plate holding firmly against the alien attacks in every sense of the word. First Loota dies as the Child of the Emperor squashes it to nothing with the landing while the second Greenskin gets cut in half, not so cleanly as the great blade makes a fine mess of its body. Final Loota however ends up being burned alive, despite Ork's attempt at charging up and firing its stolen lascannon on Extrovious in close range, Aleph gets there first and roasts the thing from behind, before proceeding to add more of his flames on the remaining Orks, purging those that escaped the wrath of Arnock and the rest of Solar Auxilia. Standard bearer, surrounded with what was possibly the best humanity had to offer in terms of unaugmented soldiers, finds it almost easy to deal with the breaking Greenskins, perhaps not too much of a glorious task but one that had to be done nonetheless. Saturyne Rams seem to be more than up to the task and with couple of well-placed salvos, the Ork Shootas find themselves on the ground, easy picking for Tiberia and couple of her melee oriented troopers that execute the aliens on the spot while Arnock wades through the remaining Boyz with his sword, their bodies littering the ground beneath him, the old standard of the Legion flying proudly today. "Gather up brothers.You, status report," Sidon spoke, addressing the human officer as he was clearing the the blood from his mace using some rags from one of the dead aliens, looking anything but happy with the fact he both lost his bolter and his arm. "Greetings to you too, warriors of the Third," Cohort-Captain saluted although not as strongly as when she did it to Arnock, looking somewhat irritated as she holstered her saber, "My orders are to link up with Prefect Soter and the rest of his Hykanatoi. From what I'm hearing on my comms, it would seem that they landed in a bad spot and the sooner I get there with my men the better, sir. So if you'd excuse me, I will be on my way now," she was about to move when Sidon lowered his mace, barging her way. Tiberia looked as she was about to protest however the Sergeant silenced her with a glare, before turning towards the rest of the squad. "I know the one who she speaks of. If he's in danger we must help him, the Legion's honor demands it. However we still have our mission and it would seem that our squad is the closest one to the engines out of all of our company, so diverting our efforts now might be unwise. Thoughts?" OOC Options on how to proceed with the mission are following, note that none of these are actual Chapter trait options however they will have an effect on how the story unfolds in the future: 1. Continue on with the mission and ignore what Sidon just said. Next fight will be in the Engine room against the Orks there. 2. Divert from the course and go and help this Prefect alongside the Solar Auxilia. 3. Split squad and tackle both things. Solar Auxilia:13 Aleph:10 Vitaly:11 Elymas:10 Jendon:8 Arnock:11 Extrovious:13 Martyn:12 Pholax:8 Sidon:12 @Jorimel @DeranVendar @Draconion @Vulpas @Uriel1339 @dx144 @matt23
Jendon began getting up as he began to gather himself from the strike from the killa khan his visor was cracked and his hud was half shattered his faceplate was resting close to or in it as his own nose was broke. Putting a hand upon his helmet Jendon began to remove it as he did with one hand removing the pushed inhelmet Letting a spitball of blood and acidic spit come out Jendon spit. Not fast enough this time for the green skin surprise. Putting hand to his nose he began to pull it out causing a semi-audible crack to come as he brought it back into place. Looking to his helmet and diagnoster Jendon knew he would be out of the loop if he kept it off though it was a hazard to his health if he kept it on. Jendon knew he would have to do some possible minor field repairs or ask Vitaily for help if they had time. Hearing Sidion speak of moving out and the honor of the legion Jendon looked up Jenson's nosed still bloodied and bruised. "This Man must be quite something if he is linked to our legion so closely with ties to our honor. Might I ask who he is?" Jendon asked before giving a suggestion. "It may be an idea to possibly split up our squad, Or to possibly go to his aid then head to the engines after with his support possibly get our mission knocked out quicker while helping this man." Jendon suggested as he did would go over to Pholax. @dx144 "hold still brother going to help bring your vitals up." Jendon said as he began work on Pholax and then if he had any more time work on himself. As he worked he looked to Vitaily. @Draconion "Brother Vitaily might I ask for some aid with my helmet the green skin got a good hit in has done some damage to my helmets structural integrity as well diagonisters linked to it think you can help me fix it?" Jendon asked as he worked on pholax
@Vulpas "Already on it, Brother," replies Vitaly, having already prioritised the Apothecary as first on the list for field repairs. As he picks up the scattered pieces of the Diagnosticator helm and either pieces together the broken components, or else fashions new ones out of spare parts, he listens to Sidon's briefing. Hykanatoi? The Emperor's own Custodians? Here? Don't tell me He is close by...? "If honor demands we lend aid to the Prefect, it would sit ill to refuse. Yet, honour also demands we stay on mission. I agree with Jendon - we split the squad and attempt both objectives. Ideally, the relief squad should route Prefect Soter's unit to aid with our objective once they are out of their spot of trouble. Nevertheless, I am confident of finding a way to take out the engines, directly or indirectly, if assigned to that objective," Vitaly says as he moves around the rest of the squad to repair armour and equipment, beginning with Sidon. OOC Vote: Option 3
Pholax revs his Chainaxe, attempting to clear out the meat and metal in it's teeth. Forming up to the others. Stopping his axe and standing before, Jendon allowing him to administer his healing vials. "My thanks, brother." Pholax spoke feeling the remedies immediately take effect within his gene altered physiology. Listening to his brothers, he couldn't help but think that the idea of splitting their forces on an already massively outnumbered area was anything more than suicidal. "Splitting our numbers isn't exactly a good idea, if a couple of us weren't here, I think we'd have lost more than the Sergeant's arm. To move deeper into this nest of filth with our men split would be a folly indeed. I am to follow orders, Sidon is the Astarte in command and I will trust in his judgement, if he says that this Prefect needs assistance then I will follow Sidon. Remember brothers, trust in your superiors as they trust in theirs, the unbroken chain comes directly from the Phoenician and the Emperor." Pholax spoke as he felt his wounds sealing themselves, even feeling the effects take hold already. "Although, Sergeant, could we not ask for another squad to assist this Prefect while we strike the engines? There may be forces closer to the Prefect's position. Just a thought." Pholax wondered what union, Sidon had with this Prefect if he was willing to break off from his appointed task and what would likely be their glory as the ones to be first there. OOC Option 2, supporting Sidon.
Seeing the xenos scum flee before the night of the sons of man brought an, all be it quick, thought of pride in these Solar Auxilia. Upon the backs of soldiers such as these, wars could be won in swift fashion. However, the notion did cross his mind if it had been another squad from a different legion, would the soldiers of man have faired as well or even have been cared for at all? Perhaps a son of Angron would have killed one for accidentally getting in the way, maybe child of Magnus would have ignored them all together, or maybe a son of Vulken would have babied or coddled them so much they could not have reached their potential for war. The thought was brief, at any rate, for with the current foes in full retreat, there were more important things at hand. Sidon seemed a little blunt and all be it harsh in his treatment of the Auxilia. They were not animals that needed to be broken or talk down to to work, they were honored soldiers of them Imperium. Soldiers whom needed to be led into battle with pride. Regardless, a small fraction of intelligence told Arnock that he needed to word what was on his mind correctly. "I can take the soldiers of the Solar Auxilia and lead them in supporting the Prefect. You all need not the standard for a seek and destroy mission to the heart of this xenos station. However, if the forces of the Prefect are beginning to buckle, as was said, than this standard and these soldiers can turn the tide of war. This would give a 'nod' to the Prefect in showing our support, while detracting as little as possible from the current objective. Send me and you all care on as planned." OOC: Option 3 sending as few as possible with Solar Auxilia to support the Prefect while the rest continue on.
