Galimon's equipment was absolutely useless against fully sealed vehicles, so he took it upon himself to protect his brothers from any cluttering, at least then some of them may be able to do something about this armour. Of course being Astartes the Orks rarely got into close combat range, so Galimon had to make do with the closest at the time. Picking off his 4th consecutive headshot he was forced to leap behind cover and reload, always keeping himself and whenever he could his brothers out of danger.
[OOC: As an aside, don't forget kraks are generally stuck to the target, not thrown. I've seen several people try to throw them in RPs ] & & ''First squad, rally to me. Protect our tanks,'' Sergeant Hack ordered. Behind the squad a formation of Predator Deimos rolled in to the back of the Iron Warrior's line, and a pair of Medusa Siege tanks followed in shortly behind them. The tanks continued forward, past the ruins within which the Iron Warriors had taken refuge. First squad advanced, followed shortly by second squad, to the forefront of the ruins. The Predators came to a halt, with the Medusas behind them. There were several loud bangs, as the Medusas threw their highly potent shells in to the Ork lines. Their trenches were blown wide apart, and the Orks began to withdraw under the barrage. From the rear of the Iron Warriors, a basilisk formation had moved in to place, and began to bombard the retreating Orks. The Imperial Army moved up to the Iron Warrior's position, and began to dig trenches just outside of the ruins, with the Iron Warriors providing cover fire against the few Orks left to fight back. The Predators and Medusas held position, not willing to allow themselves to fall in to range of the Ork fort's defensive guns. It left them out of range with their own guns, but the Iron Warriors command had instead chosen to rely on the long range basilisk guns to break the walls asunder. Over on the left flank a pair of mighty Fellblades moved in to position, guarded by yet more Predators. ''All squads, the armoured transports have arrived in to the deployment zone. Report back to me,'' the captain ordered. ''We will be redeploying shortly.'' As the squads withdrew, more and more tanks rolled in to view. Predators, Fellblades, Land Raiders, even a half dozen Typhon Siege tanks had made landfall, ready to crack the walls of the fortress no doubt. The squads came to a stop by their captain, who greeted their arrival with orders. ''There is an Ork gunner position on the western side of that mountain, outside of the main fortress, which is giving our armoured units grief. We can't get the Typhon's in closer until they're annihilated. Without their guns this siege will take longer than is needed. Load up, assault their position, and silence the guns,'' the captain said. ''First and second will be driven in by Land Raider, whilst ninth and tenth will assault from the air from a thunderhawk.'' ''Yes, brother-captain,'' Sergeant Hack said. ''You heard the man, marines, load up and get ready to move. First and second squads entered the awaiting Land Raider, with squads ninth and tenth loaded in to a thunderhawk. As the Land Raiders began their journey, ensuring to stay far enough away from the guns as possible, so as not to be fired on themselves, the marines inside had a small moment of respite... [OOC: Each squad can finish up anything it had to do, should you wish to, as long as it's clear they're actions taken before what I just posted. For the assault, the Land Raider squads will arrive first, and their distraction will allow the Thunderhawk squads to deploy in to the heart of the distracted enemy forces. As the Land Raiders near the position, the basilisks will fire to soften them up a bit, and try to stop the guns from shooting at the Land Raiders themselves.]
Before- Still in his forward position with heavy flamer at the ready Forex prepared to flank one of the advancing vehicles but quickly realized that was suicide as the press of Orks was too thick for him to make it through and plant a Krak grenade, even without support it would be dangerous if not because of the Orks trying to run him over then because it's kannon and possibly even sponsons. Falling back the support trooper digs in and waits for their own big guns to get the job done. Current- Falling in as ordered Forex lumbers up into the Land Raider and takes a seat, immediately setting to weapons maintenance to clean out the lines of his weapon and it's muzzle so it would shine for it's honored work once more. "On assault, would you wish me to deploy smokes Sergeant? "
"Clear and clear. " Forex nodded before returning to maintenance of his equipment, a hand idly grazing over his knife's handle before returning to wiping off the ignition flame lest it end up clogging or failing to spark and thus leave him vulnerable.
Squad Zmaj made their way into the Thunderhawk and buckled up. They were speaking to themselves and the Sergeant looked quite pleased. They were able to completely destroy 5 Ork vehicles and cripple additional 2. Not a bad thing for a first day of the campaign. Restocked and resupplied, the 9th was ready for their new assignment. Pule watched as the 10th came into view and nodded towards his fellow Sergeant. "So Malg'rin, how do you like this planet which we are liberating so far? I find it quite Green," he asked with a friendly smile.
Arbax takes a seat near the frontal assault ramp and reloads his bolt pistol, mentally preparing himself for the assault that the Iron Warriors would be committing themselves to. He reaches down to his belt and feels for the familiar shape of concussive grenades, certain that they would come in handy should the smoke not be enough. Once he ensures his equipment is ready, the assault trooper plants his chainsword between his legs, placing both armored gauntlets on the handle, eager.
Having disabled one tank, Squad Ursal pulled back and allowed the Iron Warriors' armour support to completely obliterate the other. Considering his brothers avenged, Mal'Grin returned to the building where they were recovering. The other five legionnaires remained outside, rearming their weapons and checking gear. He walked in silence for a few minutes, following the sounds of cursing and snarled threats. "Get your damn hands away from me, Bortun. I don't know where they've been." said Vostrael. The large legionary who had been attempting to staunch his brother's wounds turned to Mal'Grin as the sergeant stepped into the room. His helm was off, yet his face was a mixed mask of exasperation and annoyance. "How is he, Bortun?" "Delirious, belligerent, hateful, and damned foolish." replied the warrior. "So, the same as always?" asked Mal'Grin with a smile. Bortun's mask finally cracked into a small grin. He got to his feet and stepped away. "He's all yours sergeant." "Thank you, Bortun. Go rejoin the rest of the squad outside." Bortun saluted and left, but he paused and pulled his sergeant closer as he was moving past him. "Sergeant, all levity aside; Vostrael is in a bad way. He's lost a lot of blood, and there is no way he can fight with only one leg." Bortun whispered, his voice full of concern. "I can hear you, you damned ape." "I know." Bortun said before sharply turning on his heel and leaving. "Sergeant, I know what he said, but I can still fight-" "Vostrael..-" "-Just have the sawbones slap a bionic on me and throw me back into the grinder-" "Vostrael-" "It's just a leg, sergeant. I can fight, I know I can. Just give me the chan-" "Vostrael! Listen to me now, if never again. You physically can not fight. Perturabo would be proud to know that you would willingly fight each and every one of the orks on this planet with only one leg. Terra, the Emperor would be damned impressed, but you and I both know you can not do that. I am sending you back to the flagship where you can receive proper treatment. I am sorry brother. My orders are final." Mal'Grin spoke forcefully, yet not unkindly. Vostrael's face fell at his sergeant's orders, yet he nodded his assent. "Forgive me sergeant." said Vostrael, his voice resigned. "There is nothing to forgive brother. Do not worry overmuch. There are plenty of orks on this world, you shall see battle yet again, you have my word." Cadmus, meanwhile, had been in the corner of the room, watching and listening. Mal'Grin turned to him next. "And you, brother, how do you feel?" "Truthfully sergeant, I feel as if I could take on this whole damned world myself." he replied. At this, Calcra interrupted. "But-" Cadmus eyed him warily before letting out a resigned sigh. "But my injuries leave me unfit for duty. Something about almost being cut in half by shrapnel, which -forgiving my language- I consider to be utter groxshit, however I will not argue with my brother's judgement." Mal'Grin refused to let himself get angered over this. War happened, that was the damned truth of being Astartes, but two of the squad down in the first few hours of the battle? This did not bode well for the rest of the compliance. He let out a wary breath before continuing. "I understand, brothers. When we get to the rendezvous point, I want you both to rest well. I've said it before and I'll say it again; you will both see battle on this world again before this compliance is over. I swear it." He met Cadmus' eyes, and tried to meet Vostrael's, but the warrior was stubbornly staring at something on his armour. "Vost-" "Iron within, sergeant." he said, finally meeting Mal'Grin's eyes. Mal'Grin nodded. "Iron without." +++
Before- Manus smiled a grim smile as Ork Ichor flew everywhere painting the rockcrete walls a new shade of green. He then looked around and saw he was completely alone grimacing he decided that humility was the better part of valour and so ran out of the building to find Hack. As he came out of the building he was deafened by the thunderous booms of the medusa's and the basilisks seeing the orks being ground to a bloody pulp by the high explosive shells and rejoined with his brothers. Current- Manus loaded into one of the front seats of the Land Raider buckling up and laying his heavy bolter over his lap-he was closest to the killing and it made sure that the fewest possible allies got in his way-it had happened before with some imperial army soldiers ...only minor wounds...and a small loss of the head. He shook the image of the dismembered and decapitated solider out of his head he readied his heavy bolter for the oncoming fight
