<Big Mek Bigzzap>
"Let...dere...be......DAKKKA! " The Big Mek roared at the top of his lungs and fired from his prime position above the main combat at one of the Eldar Jet Bikers, one with a large fancy choppa that glowed with what he could only hope was a fine zappy bit for his next piece of work.

"For Alaitoc! " The sound was heard and the Big Mek looked horrified as he roared once more. "THEYZ WANT OUR FUNGUS ALE BOYZ! KILLZ DEM ALL!" The Warbosses below and their respective warbands certainly weren't ready for the sudden ambush even with the warning, but that got them stirred to unite at least a bit against the other aliens. The Dark Reapers found themselves coming under intense fire from the artillery though, targets who were up high and lacked the cover provided by canyon walls or even cliff overhangs that denied them a few too many kills.

"Roll up da Zzap Battery! " One of Bigzzap's subordinate Mek's ran off to oversee the hauling of three big guns, loaded up with a large brass orb at the tip of metal coils stabbing out from a flat wall of steel on wheels. "Go onz yooz grots! Pull da levahs, don't let em go till dere nice an sparky!" It was done as asked and the gretchin immediately set to the job, though a number of them were spooked by the wild arcs of electricity (And high chance of death) and released early, sending only marginally powerful arcs of lightning into the approaching Eldar. One of the Zzap gunners exploded as electrical feedback blew him into meaty chunks of blackened mini-Ork, though the beam that punched out toward their foe was particularly devastating.

Looking down upon the fight he snarled seeing that the rival Warbosses were still looking to krump each other, deciding to assert some dominance of his own he unloads the rest of his shoota clip into the back of the hammer wielder, figuring the one who already had dakka would demand less supplies after the fight. The large Ork was dropped with two streams of fire ripping into his body, the unexpected volley from on high taking off his head and sealing the deal. "QUIT MUCKIN ABOUT AN FIGHT DA PANSIES! " He boomed through Big Yella again, these pointy eared fings had some flashy Tek; it -would- be his.

<Saranthir>
The Big Mek's attack had caught the Eldar temporarily off guard, but it had also drawn the attention of the Autarch as she narrowly dodges the incoming fire. "All Fire Prisms, focus your firepower on that artillery, Reapers, fall back into cover and engage this new war----" a nearby explosion from one of the Orks artillery guns causes her jetbike to flip over, tossing her into the air and sending the jetbike careening into the hammer wielding Ork. She coughs as she stands up, having fortunately retained her sword, and she draws her sidearm. Surrounding her are several Orks, screaming towards her with Choppas raised. "Foolish Orks, you are no match for the might of the Eldar." With that a screaming bolt of lightning shoots from her sword and spreads between the closest dozen orks, incinerating them from the inside out. One Nob, fortunate enough to survive the attack, finds himself without a head as she removes it with her fusion pistol. The Autarch looks around at the battle, clearly the fortunes of war had turned against the Eldar in this fight, and it was time to leave. The Farseer in charge clearly thought so too, as she received a message instructing her to simply delay the Orks to find time for the main force to get through the gate and hide from the rampaging Orks, regardless of cost. "All units, retreat from the canyon, let's see how these Orks are at mobile warfare."

<Big Mek Bigzzap>
"Ahahah, dats da way we likes it!" His eyes were already set on that bike, he could do something good with that he was sure! Then there was a blinding flash of pinkish energy off to his side and his head snapped about, all of his Zzap guns were gone....well the three he had bothered to bring this battle.

"Wot da zog are dose fings? Deyz too quiet, dey can't be dat strong!" A paniced Mekboy shouted nearby. "SHUT IT YA GIT! Weez gonna take dat Dakka an make it nice an loud just yooz watch! SNEAKY GITZ GET ME DAT FING!" Unseen to the Orks but probably picked up by the Eldar several lumpen figures under sand covered sheets began to shuffle toward the fire prisms; Kommandos whom Bigzzap always had hiding amongst the sales ground to make sure no gits got the idea to take his precious kreations by force.

A Rokkit-Launcher poked out from beneath one of these blankets, that was far too small as the orkz legs stuck out the back, and opened fire at one of the prisms. A grinning rokkit corkscrewed through the air wildly toward the sleek vehicle. That wasn't the only threat being faced from the sneaker gits though as they attempted to close the gap all sneaky like and hijack the vehicles for themselves!

"OIY MEK DA GITZ RETREATING!" The Warboss from below yelled up at Bigzzap. "WOT? GAVER UP DA BOYZ! WEEZ GONNA SHELL DAT WHOLE CANYON DENZ WEEZ STOMP EM UP CLOSE! " It was an odd choice for an Ork in the heat of battle, having an artillery barrage before launching an attack was normal for Greenskins but when the fighting had already begun it was a touch odd and the Warboss made that clear with a flash of his middle digit before urging his boys down into the canyon.

Bigzzap shrugged and looked over to his boyz. "Shell da whole zoggin place, everyfing weev got, make sure da crewz are lootin full time. " The patrol from earlier ran off to disperse his orders, Bigzzap scratched at his jaw and looked back down to those pansies still fighting with her fancy scorch pistol. "Well dats right killy it is, dat onez gotta be a boss..." Yelling after the Dakka minded Warboss he pointed out the woman. "DAT SOFT GIT HAS SOME FLASH! KILL IT!" Meanwhile a war buggy rolled up behind the Big Mek whom climbed onto the back and squatted down as the vehicle took off once more. "Dis iz a good day I fink. "

<Alicia Angelous>
A small ship in the void of space soon heard the distress call, and so made it's way to the Sanguis system. The turquoise heraldry on the ship marked it as the property of the Freeblade Knight, Alicia Angelous, who had heard the call, and so wished render aid.

The ship stopped to orbit Sanguis, and deployed a smaller ship that soon landed at the Space-Port which held Alicia, her Knight Errant and the equipment and personal needed to repair and rearm the Knight. She left the ship that got her plantside and proceeded to try to find anyone in charge, so that she may be pointed in the right direction to anywhere of note, such as an ork infested canyon.

<Saranthir>
There appeared to be a swarm of Orks headed her way, and an Ork in some sort of primitive vehicle appeared to be leading them. The Orks in front of her were all but dealt with, their hammer-wielding brute of leader had died when her jetbike hit it and exploded, removing most of its upper torso and head. She noticed the rather pathetic attempt of the Orks to sneak to her Prism, but unfortunately for them, so did the Exarch of one of her Avenger squads, and the Orks were summarily dealt with, but they did get one rocket off, which the Fire Prism was able to easily evade. What remained of her force had fallen back from the initial fight, all that was left was the two Corsairs, her Warlock Council, and herself; when they heard the whine of incoming artillery. She and her Council stood their ground and as one raised up their hands and deflected the Ork artillery shells back at their hordes.

When the dust cleared, the Eldar were gone, all the Big Mek could see was the Autarch atop her Fire Prism, saluting her canny foe before the Prism too left. No tracks were left behind for the Orks to follow, but they would meet again.

<Bhann>

The Windrazor had just separated an Orkish head from its shoulders as she noticed an artillery shell approaching, too close to react in any way but instinct. A swift lean made the jetbike swerve around, a matter of millimeters and split seconds as she rounded the explosion. Stopping to catch her breath, the arrogant Eldar celebrated herself internally - before she noticed that there was an Autarch she was supposed to aid.
Taking to the skies with her jetbike, Bhann looked down onto the battlefield, but the smoke didn't make it easy for her to see. With a dissatisfied grunt, she sank to ground level, effortlessly dodging the common Orcish rabble, until she barely managed to make out the Autarch slay a number of Nobz.
With slight jealousy, she approached, only to hear her command, "All units, retreat from the canyon, let's see how these Orks are at mobile warfare.
Bhann rose her arms in protest. "We've just arrived for the battle! I only killed, maybe two or three of the green filth yet!"

OOC: Not intentionally ignoring my two Corsair friends, but I was trying to keep the battle flowing, and we couldn't just let those damn Orks have free reign! Sorry Deren

(OOC: That post happened before the continuation, haha You posted yours just as I finished it, so sorry for the anachronism!)

<Big Mek Bigzzap> OOC: All good! Hope the post weren't awful or anything and it was at least entertaining
The Big Mek covered his head as an 'Splosive Squig detonated straight in front of him, scoring him with shrapnel and delivering a jolt to his body as it had been one of his favored zzappy squigs. "Oh wot da zog.....GET EM BOYZ! Don't let em get away!" Immediately he sent the Ork hordes forth on what would no doubt be a wild goose chase. That pointy git was gonna pay, but for now there were more important matters at hand and the Mek ordered his ride around to go and tow that wrecked jet bike. His gretchin and bully crews were already rounding up everything of note, a pile of Death Skull corpses was steadily growing as those who weren't in his employ were slain to prevent losses in scrap and thus profit.

"Leave a few gitz behind ta send dem to da Scrap Town, can't have all dose boyz die right aftah Iz help dere Boss out. Iz like ta keep me favahs jandy. " Shaking his head the Big Mek hooked up a meat hook tipped chain to the ruined jet bike, stabbing the tool straight into it's hide with a grunt as his strength simply forced it through. "Alright, back ta da shop. Weez got ovah gitz 'ere, an dat means weez gonna need more dakka. "

Reval Ekamdryw made his way through one of the cruiser's corridors. The Lord General Militant moved fast to meet with Inquisitor Annihilus.. whose call had arrived rather late, because one of Reval's staff had mistakenly forwarded the message to the wrong person. But no matter, the mistake had been corrected and he was now successfully moving to answer a call of the highest order.
He would have preferred to go alone, but some regulations were hard to bend even for one of his rank. As such, he was being escorted by his personal guard; two soldiers from each of the three regiments he currently had under his command.
A few steps ahead of him, marched two dark clad soldiers from the 145th Maccabian Janissaries. Their masks devoid of all emotion as the gently pushed aside those who did not realise to move out of the General's way.
His sides were guarded by men drawn from the Brimlock 11th Dragoons. Battle-hardened men, who could hold a base under siege for years without even breaking a sweat.
Behind him walked two grim looking men, whose blue outfits revealed their origins quite quickly. Men of the 71st Mordian Regiment, men who would fulfill their order to the letter. The two men gave an even grimmer look whenever one of the General's ever present staff tried to approach him, causing the person to back away quietly.
The Janissaries stepped out of the General's way, as the group neared the Inquisitor's location. The armoured men pressed their backs against the wall as Reval walked past them, his trench coat open and revealing his muscled frame. A few metres passed and the Dragoons stepped aside too, their hands behind their backs and stance in full attention as their backs faced the wall.
The Mordians did not step aside, instead they turned to face the General's staff and stopped on that spot. With their wide stances they blocked the staff's advance.
That's better, Reval decided and gripped the power sword's hilt, now I can hear my own thoughts.
He quickly clipped the trench coat close and drew his fingers through his black shoulder length hair. He was more than ready, and so were his soldiers.
"Inquisitor Annihilus, you requested my presence." Reval Ekamdryw greeted when he found the Inquisitor. "How may I help you, or; how may WE help you?"