@DeranVendar @Draconion @Colapse "With a superior capacity to bring in our aerial assests, Captain, we can wrest control of the skies from the enemy. Judging by the lack of air response from the Greenskin speed freaks, one could begin to believe they would not be dedicated towards such a goal. Adding onto what Brother Xerxes had said, if we take control of the air, the enemy will be hard pressed to resist attacks from above." He did not need to voice exactly why of course, for everyone here knew the failings of the orks. Their lack of discipline, combined with their bloodlust, would make and ill combination, few being patient enough to man anti-aircraft guns, more eager to rush into the fray with choppa in hand. In addition, any flak guns that would be operational, would be manned by orks, creatures infamous for their lack of aim. "With respect captain, Xerxes has already brought up the key points to our success. Mobility, range, firepower, all this can be accomplished through a superior air force. If we intend to man our position here, the increased air field capabilities will allow for us to bring in more ground support from orbit. We can grow our presence here, expand our fortifications, and add to our guns, but we will need more soldiers to man them, more to take the place of those who perish. And that will require a further development of our air support." OOC: Vote for Iron Wing Airfield Following his dismissal, Dyzek would stride along through the encampment, his eye being caught by the motion of Seth gripping his chain axe. It was not hard to see the intent in his posture, thus, following along, he'd call out. "Brother, perhaps you'd enjoy a comrade to join you in the field of practice."
Meeting: @Colapse @Draconion @Vlayden @BruticusTheGoreHound "Don't fret over bringing the greenskins out for war. They'll be upon us in good time, and the First Lieutenant is already cooking up something suitable for handling the situation. Personally I am a fan of the legions' artillery though, certainly several steps up from the sorts of siege engines my father studied. " A quiet laugh passed as Brumdar reached forward and made a few minute adjustments to the map, erasing several emplacements on map three and shifting their position or outright replacing them. When one took a real look at the man it was hard to miss that he was young. As in almost the same age as them, yet there he stood as a Captain while they were still grunts; perks of the Primarch's home perhaps? Olive skin lacked any noteworthy scars, nothing that didn't come from the intense surgeries and dire training regimens every one of them had endured anyways. It wasn't hard to see why their company was of divided opinion about him, and the man he replaced. It also probably went some way toward explaining why he lacked the dour air of so much of their legion. When Xerxes lent his budding wisdom to the subject Brumdar smirked. "Lieutenant Arkon shares your sentiment. He enjoys the increased reaction time it affords us and the ability to strike at any opportunity that presents itself. Leads me to believe it's the more responsible option here if we're being honest. " Then he regarded Marcus with a nod. "More bodies on the field helps us tie down the enemy and keep our more valuable assets from having to engage in crowd control. I'll be the first to admit I am not terribly concerned with base security. Any mass Ork assaults, if I predict true, will be more focused on whatever operations our legion launches. They want to fight us, not a bunch of army units and fortifications. As long as we stay on the offense our legionnaires can carry the bulk of the fighting rather than our base. Not like we can afford to sit here very long anyways. Not to mention brother Dyzek here raises some strong points in the airfields favor. " Akar watched over it all in silence, eyeing up each and every one of them every time someone opened their mouth. He gauged their reactions to everything spoken, both body language and actual counter points. After Meeting: @Colapse @Vlayden @BruticusTheGoreHound Seth found a section of a reserve trench that could serve his desires just fine. In fact it was already the scene of a combat. A crowd of penal troopers were lazing it up while their Overseer was curiously absent. Lho-sticks were lit and in an expanded octagon shaped section of the trench a pair of men were fighting. Fellow auxilia sat up on the rim of earth works, others sat on a few empty crates. The two men fighting were stripped down to their trousers and using entrenching tools for the duel. One of them froze as Seth was suddenly towering over them on the high ground; the other clobbered him upside the head and knocked him out cold. With a hoarse chuckle the man turned around to see what everyone was now looking at, and his jaw dropped. By that point Dyzek had walked up close enough to see the troopers as well; victorious combatant letting out a sound like a leaking oxygen tank. "Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff---" While a squad of penal troopers were watching their lives flash by, Marcus was brought into the sterile environs of a medical bunker. One of the sturdiest built structures within the base, its surface level was sealed off from below by a pair of interlocking floor doors. Each one opened and Akar gave his subordinate a slap on the shoulder before jumping down, neglecting to use the ladder meant more for the shorter mortals than themselves. Down below they would land in an air lock of sorts, hatches sealing above and grates in the floor puffed a sterilizing mist into the room. After several seconds they emerged into the bright lit confines of their apothecarion. "After that last engagement I've decided that it would probably be best to expand the skill set of our squad. Having someone trained in even a smidge of medical knowledge beyond the standard can keep our unit pushing forward. I decided to volunteer you for education under one of our Apothecaries. You're to report down to sub-level two, while I linger up here and see about replacing my arm. "
"Will it be a melta gun as a replacement, sir?" He joked - before bowing his head and making his way towards 'sub level two'. Whether that was through an elevator or simple stairs he didn't care. He just went there-- maybe he'll get his armour polished a bit... Sterilization, after all, right? The idea of staying 'hygienic' admittedly was in his mind, if only for the sake of easy maintenance. Getting mud and grime in the cables and other hard-to-reach places would be a pain. Once there, Marcus adjusted his helm and searched for whomsoever might be awaiting him; if it was more than one apothecary, he'd... Not really know who to go to.
<Briefing> "Surperior firepower will be the way, bomb the orks to dust from afar, they are fearless when in great numbers, believing that their looted keeps and tanks keep them safe, their warboss properbly so cocksure in his safety he slacks, if we strike them down with surperior firepower, smashing their defenses, breaking their alien morale, stealing their greatest strength, witch is the sheer amount of foul green bodies they can throw at us, this legion has the best artillery commanders in the Imperium, i say we use that to our advantage" Grunvil said, adding his two cents to the discussion. OOC vote for Dark Sky Artillery Battery
<Meeting> "Bah, we can use bikes if we need greater mobility," Seth replied, "And I would not underestimated the Orks, no matter how primal they are, that they won't just use the batteries on top of their fort to take out our incoming aircraft. It would be foolish to waste our resources like that, I mean I'm all up for throwing more Penal troopers at them but throwing our aircraft to go against Perturabo-knows what there, I'm not so sure about that." "Artillery strikes are a perfect bet for this situation. We pound them hard, destroy their defenses from afar and then storm the breaches created by the bombardment. If we really want to do it, after making sure the Orks are out of their assets, we can then send our aircraft at them to mop them up before we go in and seal the deal." "In my opinion, and in Brother Grunvil's also I guess, that's the most efficient way to deal with these Greenskins," Seth concluded. <After Briefing> @BruticusTheGoreHound "Yeah Brother, by all means," he replied to Dyzek as they made way over to where the troopers were fighting. "Hey, don't mind us!" Seth grinned as he settled down near the near the edge of the octagon alongside the rest of the mortals. "This should be interesting, any of you taking any bets?" he asked the humans as he gestured them to continue with their fighting before turning over to his Iron Warrior brother. "Good work during the battle Brother. I would say that we work pretty well together, don't you agree?"
@Colapse Following behind his brother, Dyzek would hear the conflict before he'd see it, the sounds of impacting shovels sounding off. The grunting, groaning, and hushed cheers from the ringside, he'd shake his head as he approached, coming to stand behind Seth, staring down upon the mortals. His crimson gaze would be rested upon each of them, casting them in the dim light they glowed with. Where Seth seemed amused with this development, Dyzek would keep quiet, choosing to remain silent on the topic, instead turning his gaze towards the fallen man. Standing above the dugout circle, he'd speak a quick phrase towards the gathered men. "Continue, but only to third blood, there will be enough casualties from the greenskins." His voice, like a growl from the speakers of his helm, would bear the hint of authority his position afforded him. He didn't approve of these men beating each other out here, yet he'd tolerate it. However, they didn't need anymore fools taking up arms against one another, they had a bigger enemy to focus on. With this handled, he'd look down towards Seth, he'd consider his words, finding himself nodding in agreement. The other assault's efforts had worked well with his own, both having targeted the incoming trukks of the enemy, without any need for words. Both had moved in tandem against the Kommandos, albeit in a chaotic manner. Speaking with a tone that unmistakably bore some amusement to it. Brushing a hand along his blackened armour, he'd reply. "I think if this is what good co-operation looks like, I dread those who have less than satisfactory."
Briefing: "Yet for all your concerns of our vehicles being shot down, we all still made it down here intact and under an enormous amount of fire. Our craft are sturdy, they were made for war. If we need them to carry out a job, they'll do it. Not to mention by the time we're actually pressing into the enemy defenses I am entirely confident in you and the other legionnaires under my command to make sure the way is cleared of any anti-air emplacements of note. Again, shelling will be much more difficult to control once we're inside the city. " Post-Briefing: "I heard Jessy there bet he could take one of you Iron Warriors on!" A short man with a patchy buzz cut grinned wolfishly at the victorious trooper. Jessy spun around to look at the idiot running his mouth, the other troopers started to chuckle and snicker. The man began mouthing all sorts of obscene threats aimed at the other men's mothers, wives, sisters, and daughters. The short fella who had spoke initially snorted. "Shit boys! He says he could kill the big guy there!" He gestured at Seth. Jessy looked set to explode, veins visibly bulging in his neck and forehead. "Melta-gun? Do I look like some Mechanicus technophile? I'm getting a new arm damn it. " Akar sighed at his stump. "Go on Marcus, don't keep 'em waiting. " Wounded warrior turned away and began meandering down a hall, poking his head around to find the surgery ward. Marcus would find himself dropping down another ladder hatchway and into a smaller general area than before. Straight ahead was sealed set of double doors, off to his immediate right was what one might consider a small office. Inside another marine was inspecting a pict-screen while his right arm stretched down to a table and scribbled on a document with blinding speed.
@DeranVendar The scribble-marine was given a brief nod as Marcus stepped forward, his bolter formally held in front of his chestplate with his finger off the trigger. "Marcus of Squad Seven; Sergeant Akar said that I was to report here?" He introduced himself.
Post-Briefing: @Vlayden "Sergeant Akar was correct Marcus of Squad Seven. " Inhaling angrily the scribble-marine looked at the wall a moment before setting his things down and turning to seize up Marcus. The man himself looked a fair bit less broad than most the other legionnaires. He made up for it with height being a full head taller than Marcus, said head seeming a bit longer than was natural. Oily black hair was matted down with sweat that beaded upon his brow. "I'm Apothecary Maugan and you'll be going right back up that ladder. We're going to get our hands dirty, show you some of the ropes that need pulled when your comrade's intestines are looped around their legs. " Head tipped back and chin was thrust toward the hatchway Marcus had just come down.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. We got those Greenskins real good, didn't we! Hell, maybe the Cap and the rest of the command guys, seeing how much we accomplished, gonna give us a honor of attacking fist in the next wave? " Seth replied to Dyzek and was about to say more when he heard the troopers speaking. Turning his attention to the one they called Jessy, he spoke, his mouth twisted into a familiar grin. "Is this true Jessy? Did you say you could take me down? Be honest, we're all friends here," he asked, not a hint of anger on his face which was perhaps even more worrying.
