Orghast laughed as he saw the tanks pulling forward, such loathsome necessities they were. Each one could only ever know the gift of rust and corrosion but never of the rot, of pallid flesh stripping from bone or the delightful choking sensation that came with corrupt bodily fluids clinging to innards. "Welcome to the fight brothers. It is time we march as one. Kordius hold your position. Gelon reform your task force with the rest of our kin. Fly Two welcome back to the fray, move forward and help Fly Three deploy it's reserves. All Thunderhawks pull back and prepare for further orders after completing initial task. " This was proving...easy. Easier than he thought, keeping their gun ships in reserve would give them a highly mobile counter punch force if nothing else. Making his way through the killing fields Gelon and Orghast linked up, each of them climbing aboard a predator to ride their turrets as they moved at the head of the cultist. They soon linked up with Kordius, despite being not only the Vanguard but deploying nearly unsupported the Rotten Three and their blessed Apostle had done good work holding the HQs flank from attempted reinforcements. Cultist flooded into the streets from the Thunderhawk sent to reinforce them while the second turned it's las cannon sponsons toward vehicles, the heavy bolters oddly silent seeking to leave as much tender meat alive as possible for infection, only loosing their payloads when Ogryns or heavy weapons teams tried to advance. "Excellent work here Kordius!" Gelon hailed as his tendril arm lashed out near his Predator's treads, ensnaring a bloated PDF corpse for inspection. Orghast chuckled as his maw stomach opened wide, an intestine like tongue dragging another corpse onto his tank for consumption. Each body a bile packed treat that tasted of an inhuman sweetness. "BROTHERS! SISTERS! SPREAD OUT! We shall hold this part of the city and make sure no reinforcements interfere with our comrades assault on the HQ! " Orghast lifted his Power Klaw, the weapon snapped around a body, bisecting it while crackling with power. "Fly Fleet standby. This could get ugly very quickly. " All signs reported in, the Plague Lord hopping down from his tanks regrouped with his beloved Maggot Kin. "The enemy still presses from all sides but they have yet to make headway here brother Orghast. " Kordius shouldered his Bilespewer with a sneer, knowing only disdain for the foolish attacks on their position. "Ahh brother Kordius do not look so angered, we have introduced many to the glory of Nurgle, and so many more shall follow if they continue at this rate. " Gelon offered seeing the sneer. "I am plainly aware brother, my heart beats to each death but I can't help but feel something is terribly off here. Once we start hitting actual danger I'll feel better. " Orghast nodded in consent with the Apostle's words. "Very wise brother. Lets get to it, make sure we are prepared for when it does hit. "
And as demanded the problems came. Several bombers roared over the heads of the Nurglite force, no wonder the enemy made no advance, they were awaiting air support! Only a handful were shot down before their bombs rained down upon Orghast and his troops. The Predators were both immobilized, a hundred cultists exploded, their limbs and parts scattered all over the streets, ten Astartes failed to evade as Nurglites were known for not being exactly fast. Once the Air Raid was done, Four Leman Russ tanks moved forwards, coming from around the corners, launching their weapons right at Orghast, Gelon and Kordius, having them identified as leaders. Among with the tanks, two hundred Guardsmen marched forth, supported by Sergeants and Commissars. "FOR THE EMPEROOOOOR!!!"
"AND THERE WE ARE BROTHERS!" The Cultist could be replaced but the losses to their brother Plague marines was devastating, a righteous fury brewing within Orghast heart he roared into his vox bead. "FLIES FORWARD! ONE AND TWO ENGAGE THOSE BOMBERS! THREE TAKE OUT THEIR TANKS! " Down to Twenty Plague Marines they had to quickly reform their lines, pouring anti-tank fire into the coming vehicles while Gelon and Kordius focused on dealing with their masses of troops. "Sister Agatha! " The lone corrupted Sister of battle in his force responded. "Sir?!! " "Take a dozen of the cultist back to the Anti-Air emplacements. Whatever is still intact I want re-purposed toward covering ourselves from another round of blasted bombers! " "Nurgle's will be done Father. " Orghast gave a sickly smile as he and those brothers most proficient in hand to hand mounted a counter-assault straight into the coming enemy lines. Hordes of cultist were still spreading out to avoid being hit as hard as they had been, there was still plenty of ground to cover. "Lord Udius the enemy is preparing aerial strikes against our forces, my men have taken heavy losses but this sector is still firmly in our grip! " The Plague Lord swung his Power Claw into the side of a Leman Russ, punching into it and tearing out a great gouge of metal, tossing a blight grenade into the wound he considered it finished. " Carrion squads forward! " The Carrion Squads were a few select groups of cultist who had an eye for quickly looting enemy vehicles that had been put out of commission but not wrecked. With the crew inside dealt with but the controls left intact as the Blight Grenade had little to know effect on the machinery Orghast was confident those guns would be turned on the enemy very soon.
OOC: You wrote Vandias, bro.... Not cool.... "Understood Orghast, keep them at bay while Atlas makes for the Headquarters, their reserves back here are wasted and they are trying to push you out so they may use it even as a route to flee, nonetheless Karg-Zar should have his task completed soon and then shall aid you." Udius Kain reported as his Autocannon pulverized a Commissars head. The defense in the rear of the enemy was completely broken now and there was no way out. ~~ Orghast ~~ But that was just the vanguard! Two of the Leman Russ tanks were immobilized, main weapon still online, another one destroyed and the fourth as if blessed by the Emperor still untouched. But more and more men pushed themselves among the street, Soldiers fired in controlled lines with discipline and aim. They were superior to the cultists of Orghast and his troops were outnumbered too. The plan seemed to be simple: Overrun the Nurglites with more men than they can handle.
OOC: Fixed that~ Orghast and his forward team had secured the two immobilized tanks, letting the rest of their force push up they left the immobilized Predators behind. Each Leman Russ was turned on it's old comrades, acting as stationary turrets that the forces of Chaos rallied around. They would use them as a forward line while the Predators would be their secondary fall back line once the enemy began to close in the warriors just pulled back, abandoning their stolen tanks and letting them fire to the end to cover their retreat. The Thunderhawks screamed through the skies performing their duties in hunting further Bombers and strafing the enemies ground forces while Sister Agatha lead her small detachment of cultist amongst the emplacements they had already cleared, most of the Anti-air guns were wrecked beyond repair making this a mostly useless endeavor, only two had been spared total destruction but upon further inspection she found their control panels corroded beyond use by bile spray. "Blast..." She swore and shattered the glass with a fist, a cultist approached her. "We should pull back to the Father mistress. " He stuttered, hacking up what appeared to be a finger from one of the Guards they slew. "There are only meaty treats here...there are more elsewhere. " Agatha nodded, dragging her leg around to lead them back to Orghast's line. They would hold but it was on the others to actually push the assault now.
Atlas cursed himself for not being carefull he looked to the dead astarte his armor somewhat destroyed salavalge maybe his geneseed most likely destroyed. he grimaced. you will be avenged brother. The others were pushing on the hq most of his men moving from cover to cover. Volus offred a hand to the sorcseer. Atlas grabbed it and got up. "We must not let his sacrfice go in vain. Volus after the battle salavage what you can of our brothers armor and maybe geneseed." atlas began speaking into the vox to his sniper giving him orders to take out any armor that came near his assault force and if theres any time assist orghasts men also. Atlas marked on his map of the fallen astarte for later. "Men PUSH TO THE HQ." the combat servitors rain down heavy bolter fire on any guardsman that they came across while there brothers kept up the fire on the imperials and kept pushing towards the hq. Atlas himself began Throwing balls of warp fire towards the enamys having them warp fire set them ablaze there screams adding to the combat sound of battle that would please 2 of the dark gods. soon they would be at the hq then the close combat would begin.
They where trying to close them in, to chocke them and bring them down with the concentrated fire of their far superior numbers. And they had some succes, he saw in between blows one of the berserkers fall, he was show down by volley of las fire, several of the shots most have gorne through his helmet. As Khraze looked back, his hemlet too was shot, his looted rosarius could only block a decent number attacks, and the unumerable shots from las weapons strained it. The shot had been taken by a paticulary brave commiser, who had stood his ground against Khrazes onslought of his men, and had shot Khraze right in the eyelence, breaking it, the lence blackened and cracked, half blinding him. This made the nails bite deeper, it send jolts of pain through his body, driving him to greater fury, now Khraze was lost, the nails had taken control, he no longer controlled his body, at this moment, there where no Khraze, only fury.
~~ Atlas ~~ The push was genuine and well placed, just for that the enemy apparently expected the enemy to move on the streets, the building with the blocking debris in the wall detonated and freed the sight, it was managed by demolition experts as the structure seemed to remain stable. Several Hot-Shot Las guns and also a Heavy Bolter rained from the building down upon Atlas group. Two Battle-Servitors were instantly destroyed with another Battle-Brother and dozens of Cultists dead. The Sorcerer was pinned down, but at least the front was cleared now. They would be unable to move out of cover until they would run out of ammo or been taken care of. ~~ Khraze ~~ The Berserker went crazy, crazier than regular Berserkers, almost on the level of blind rage of a Daemon. He tore apart the enemy in front of him and three cultists that came to his aid. One of them was sent flying against the Commissar just to be blocked by the violent Chainsword, tearing the flying mortal apart. "NO CREATURE OF THE WARP SHALL PREVAIL!" The Commissar yelled and engaged the wild man, though he was no match. The Commissar brought the chainsword down into the arm of Khraze, but he cared little and simply grabbed the Commissar, tearing the Chainsword arm off and then slamming his own arm over and over against the man, the Chainsword fell down the wall during the process. The arms hand broke from the first hit on, more and more skin and flesh falling off, bones cracking as the arm was over and over and over slammed into the head and body of the commissar. Khraze eventually stopped once the arm was reduced to nothing but tiny bones. ~~ Orghast ~~ The Immobilized Leman Russ tanks were quickly taken care off by the Imperium, Elite troops with Plasma Guns shot into them and blew them up, the other intact Leman Russ drove backwards but kept the barrages up, just to make room for an Assault Bike squadron. The rushed through the lines of Orghast, crashing into Astartes, Cultists and more. The men simply jumped off, with Chainswords in both hands, slicing them apart. They were more feral soldiers, probably used to horses rather than bikes. But they were better trained than the cultists and on long-term would be a problem for Orghasts troops, as three of them managed in unison to fell even an Astartes. ~~ General ~~ With most Anti-Air towers down, the main forces made for deployment. Ten chimeras were dropped and three leman russ tanks, coming from the west and south to relieve Atlas and Orghast. Thousands and Thousands of Cultists among them while the privileged enjoyed the luxury of the chimera transports.
Orghast stood his ground as the Predators began to rip into the enemy vehicles. Kordius saw several of the Riders die before they even dismounted, lacing them in virulent toxins that transformed them into fleshless corpses of shredded muscle and bared bones before they even came to a halt. "Flys Three cease strafing runs! Protect our landing forces and help hunt down enemy air contacts. " The Plague Marine drove his Power Klaw deep into a Biker's chest, the trio of large jagged 'fingers' pulling apart to rip him in half. Gelon assumed command of the rest of their Heavy Bolter and Missile Launcher armed Astartes, taking cover away from the melee combatants to maintain their fire on the approaching Loyalist, targeting their special weapons troopers, Plasma wasn't as easily laughed off as las shots or solid rounds. His cultist fought as if possessed, considering their appearance akin to walking corpses rather than anything living it was hard to tell if this was the case or not, chainblades and autoguns were predominant amongst the force, the odd grenade launcher in their mix along with the obligatory mutations for the most corrupt of them.
