Battle A: Misdirected Boarding Action The sorcerer whipped his staff about before him and a wave of force billowed out, not strong enough to throw the terminators about but enough to stumble them. The other servitors fell in alongside the Dark Apostle who lunged forward swinging his corrupt crozius down toward Raphael's head. "FOOL! Join your Corpse Emperor in damnation!" The Sorcerer proceeded to warp off trusting the Apostle could deal with the reeling terminators whom were now released fully of his predations. It matter little, they would be slain and their chapter's ships blown apart! A heavy blow rocked his ship and threw him against the wall, immediately one of his minions opened up a contact link. "The Orks ships are moving up from the back of their fleet and are assaulting our flanks. we were just struck by shots from a massive laser battery. We're going to need to warp out, we have ordered the cultist ships to move in and act as a shield. " "Gah! This cannot stand! Bring us into orbit, deploy all thunderhawks and drop pods, we will settle this planet side. " Consumed by warp fire the devoted of Tzeentch warped into the hangar, awaiting his retinue to join him as he stood beside a thunder hawk. On board the struck Praetor's battle barge the demon onslaught was being met by those Astartes still on board and armed crew men. The tide of plague bile was flooding the halls at a steady rate and wherever it flowed the Loyalist were pushed back if they had not already been slain by the plague bearers. Several minutes after opening the warp portal created within the mortally wounded Librarian collapsed leaving over a hundred plague bearers on board and most the lower decks submerged in the filth, the ship wasn't lost but that could change if the Sons didn't get their act together. Battle C: Dark Mechanicus Mayhem The arrival of the dreadnoughts brought nothing but scorn and hatred to the Word Bearer's hearts as they lifted power weapons and advanced toward the giants of admantium. Three of the terminators had been dispatched by heavy weapons fire but that still left a more than deadly twelve to wreak havoc. Seven of which focused on surrounding the vehicles and picking them apart as even their power weapons couldn't do much damage without concerted effort. The assault marines had been stripped of their jump packs as they would not of been much use down in the labs and as such it took the wave of sixteen space marines far longer than would of been normal to advance upward, yet they arrived seventy seconds later on the lift, several hanging onto the edges as the main platform was full. With a mighty war cry they powered into the Word Bearer's attempting to surround the dreadnoughts. Down below the fight was firmly in Imperial hands, the scrap code attack repelled and any remaining Word Bearer's dead or teleporting out. After a dedicated sweep the two tactical squads pushed back upwards to join the defense of the camp.
OOC: So where did the Sorcerer go? He warped to the hangars or what? The thunderhawk out of nowhere confused me ^^
OOC: Just as the post said he warped to the hangars and is waiting by a thunderhawk ^.^ Word bearers are mobilizing to strike the planet since the fight in space is no longer going to their liking ]
Belisarius smashed his mechanized foot down onto the head of one of the already dispatched Terminator and barreled headlong into a pair of traitors that were pouring assault cannon fire into his shielding in an attempt to overload it. The collision with the first Terminator sounded like a giant metal bell tolling loudly over the cacophony of battle. The impact knocked the traitor from its feet, its front crumpled from the force behind the initially running dreadnought. Using what little is left of his momentum, Belisarius swings sideways into the second Terminator, the axe head cleaving through the armor and splaying the unfortunate's entrails from the wound. This would have been a win win had the two damned traitors not blasted his assault cannon into scrap and another Terminator managed to melt a portion of his sensor array with a plasma cannon shot. His atomantic shielding read critical and various portions of his hull were suffering heavily from the concerted efforts of the remaining traitors' fire. Aiakos roared savagely through his dreadnought's vox and charged into a trio of the encircling Terminators. Deftly he grabs one by the leg with his power fist and crunches the limb. Using his new improvised weaponry Aiakos proceeds to wield the traitor like a giant living flail. Slamming him into the next Terminator elicits a painful shout from the held marine which is cut short with another bone-crunching impact, the terminator's head torn off as its body digs a furrow into the ground. Aiakos throws the headless body into one of the other two Terminators trying to disassemble the dreadnoughts, the impact drawing a rasping laugh from the bloodyminded warrior. Then, as if to punctuate his charge, Aiakos spins the barrels of his assault cannon, now empty from his excessive use of it, and punches the barrels through the last of the trio's gorget. Still spinning, the weapon sparks against the reinforced metal and tears chunks of flesh and bone from the traitor's body. The horrible whine of metal tearing through metal and bone reached a fever pitch and as if growing bored of such a gruesome display, Aiakos simply reaches over and tears off the Terminator's head and kicks the corpse off his ruined cannon. "Mmmm, killing traitors is messy work, don't you think?" rumbles Aiakos.
(OOC: For the record, I have no idea how long it takes for a marine to acclimate to being a dreadnought . I would assume it varies from marine to marine but I'm almost certain a few minutes is ridiculously fast ::cough:: hence the 'powerful stimulants' involved in bringing him around after his internment. I bloodied his new form up as penance for those liberties. Thanks for lettin' me use Aiakos, by the way. Was a fun character to write in )
[OOC: Oh yeah use whatever ya want x3 I'm just GMing and providing setting and results for the NPCs :3 REst is in y'alls hands~]
Raphael raised his hand, blocking the blow, bringing his other arm around and shoots into the side of the Dark Apostle, having his eyes wide opened now it felt like he could see the pure truth of everything. "BY THE GOD EMPEROR'S BLESSINGS! I RAPHAEL OF THE PRAETORS OF ORPHEUS DECLARE YOUR JUDGMENT DAY, TODAY!" OOC: so lil post
Battle B: Amongst the Green tide Garnash was having fun, orks knew how to fight unlike those runty humid gits. If they saw enemies both side screamed WAAAGH! and charged each other without hesitation. Like fighting ought to be. Currently Garnash was covered head to toe in blood and gore, and loving every second of it. “Git ova ‘ere ya gits, I needs moar scars ta show off! If you ain’t too runty ta give me any, dat is!" Garnash had found a huge vehicle depot filled with enemy orks. The two meganobs were fighting over control over the manufactorum city. It held the largest supplies of tanks and ammunition on the planet, the ork that controlled this city would soon control the WAAAGH! on the planet. Garnash was out capturing factories, depots, and ammunition dumps supposedly for the meganob he served under. What he was actually doing was looking for a way to take the other meganob’s armour for himself. If it happened that everywhere he looked was full of enemies, well that was just a bonus. “HA HA HA! COME AN’ GET YA ZOGGIN GITS!” Garnash was swinging this way and that with little red spraying blood and gore everywhere. He had brought a shoota but that was left behind on an ork he had beaten to death with it. Although he still had some grenades and a tankbusta bomb on his belt he just remembered, that could be fun. Orks flowed out of the main gate trying to get to grips with the horde of orks that Garnash had brought. Big shootas, deffguns, and even some flak cannons were turned down upon his mob. Grenades, bullets, rockets, and shells fired from various vehicles he had collected along the way fired back. Death and mayhem was everywhere… it was a good day to be an ork. OOC: I need to get back in this! A whole battle is going unexperienced!
Battle A: Misdirected Boarding Action The Dark Apostle ducked beneath the burst of storm bolter fire and roared his praises to the gods of chaos as he swept the crackling crozium in toward the terminators legs with unholy strength. "And I declare you a fool Son of Guilemann! Now die!" Whilst the duel of terminators and renegades took part in the Reclusiam the Word Bearers were deploying to the planet in force. Three hundred of the black hearted bastards dropping or flying in as they abandoned the dieing ship. An Ork Kill Krooza plied forward and simply rammed through the screen of renegade ships despite the heavy fire it was under and the fact that the ship was starting to break apart it brought it's massive laser batteries that jutted from the prow into close ranged and opened fire on the Renegade ship. The Sons Battle Barge was being cleansed of demonic taint, librarians arriving from other chapters ships began to drive back and scour the acidic bile that filled the lower ship from existence, meanwhile the Astartes on board cleansed the plague bearers with bolter and flame. Battle B: Amongst the Green Tide The scouts crouched in the shadows of the run down factory, a large nob had lead a sizable mob into the target area and made things that much more difficult, opening up their vox link the Sergeant called in to the other Fire Lord's to see how things progressed. "Ork vehicle pool has been rigged for detonation, reaching minimum safe distance now. Should give you and your lads a good distraction. " A plume of fire erupted in the heart of the city just behind the Mega Nob bosses lines as over a dozen looted Imperial tanks were blown apart by demolition charges. The orks below turned toward the noise and began to advance, his scouts struck then as two with flames unleashed burning promethium on those below, the Sergeant eyed over a large ork with a chain axe daubbed in red and leveled his sniper rifle, biting down on his tongue as he took aim. Battle C: Dark Mechanicus Mayhem The Minotaur's encampment was secure but at a great cost, ammo stores had been detonated, the wounded and Apothecary present butchered with their invaluable progenoids lost forever. Wounded were few if only because those struck by the terminators devastating weapons were slain outright in most cases, the Techmarine present seemed particularly worried about the damage inflicted to the Dreadnoughts as well; they would need extensive repairs and down time away from the fight because of it. The Tactical Squads had arrived just in time for clean up duty, it was an Imperial victory by definition but it was hollow and great shame fell upon the encampment. Battle C- Imperial victory
