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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 26, 2009 11:20:35 GMT -5
"Damnit, Jan, check up on the tank, Isan, Urvi, stay with him, rest of you, we're moving up!"
"This is Lance, thanks for the shield, we're moving up. Oh, we'll be sure to call."
Jan leapt up onto the ruined tank, and pounded on the hatch with his fist.
"Oi! Tankers! You okay in there!?"
Urvi went around, using the side of the tank as cover, while Isan followed Jan up onto the tank.
Around him, Isan could see the rest of 4th company advance into the city......
Sergeant Balan, moved in, and saw a building. It was rather tall, and oh......
"This is Sergeant Balan, to Gate Smasher 1, see that tower? Well, I don't want to see it again..."
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 26, 2009 12:45:06 GMT -5
The eldar had slipped away from the humans. A manhole cover had been their invitation and in they went. Through a tunnel of shadows they now went, unseen and unheard, trudging along a platform at the edge of a stinking canal of waste and orkish filth. The smell was as bad as anything Mhaldin could imagine. Above them, from the ceiling itself, they could hear fighting.
'Wait,' Mhaldin said by tapping the wall. He slunk ahead, rifle in one hand and a pistol in the other. His kinsmen was him vanish into the darkness, revealed only momentarily as he passed under a circle of light beneath a lonely hole in the brick roof that let an intense bar of desert sun down into the world of filthy darkness. Then there was a white flash in the distance and a guttural groan.
Realizing what was happening, Hjal raised his scope to his eye and activated its shadow-piercer. As clear as day, he beheld Mhaldin pushing a slain ork into the canal. In the ork's hands: a crude rocket mounted on a stick, like a hammer. Mhaldin tapped on the wall. The group moved on, deeper into orkish ground.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 26, 2009 14:09:18 GMT -5
Sgt. Kaspian coughed as he emerged from the tank hatch. "Yes, yes, I am fine. Help me with my loader, he is wounded." Kaspain was struggling to pull the man, who had lost both his legs, clear of the ruined tank.
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"No problemo! Hey, lemme show you a magic trick!"
The Leman Russ Demolisher ground to a halt.
"Now you see it..."
The cannon roared, sucking up all other sound for a second as the shell flew from the barrel. The shot smashed into the Tower, blasting out the center of it. The top seemed to hang in the air for a moment, then cam crashing down, collapsing the stub of the tower's base as it fell.
"..and now you don't. Ta-da!"
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 26, 2009 15:04:34 GMT -5
Peeking up through the hole in the road, half-concealed by debris, Boominz grinned, showing rows of orkish fangs. Beneath him, gripping the improvised ladder, the other five of his boyz awaited the moment when the advancing humie tanks would come close enough to the hole in the street to spring their trap. They'd all poke their heads up through the hole and throw their grenades, boil out of the sewers like giant green rats. Howling their warcry, they'd rush the stunned humies, launching their rokkits launchas and klawing with their klaws. The humie column would be reduced to blood and wrecks.
"Ready, boyz?" asked Boominz as he prepared to break through the thin layer of debris to reveal the hole and the warriors who waited inside.
"Wotz dat?" Boominz heard a splash that was loud and heavy. Looking down into the torchlit sewer, he saw an ork had fallen off the ladder and into the canal. A grot that one. Then another fell.
"Wot?" Boominz and the other waiting boyz were abruptly riddled with precise shots that tore up their green hides. With the weight of a sack of potatoes, the orks all fell dead to the floor. Out of the shadows lurked the eldar, rifles raised.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 26, 2009 15:45:43 GMT -5
"Don't worry man, we've got you," said Jan as he lifted the wounded the tanker.
"Urvi! We all clear?"
"Yup. Rest of our squad's stuck in now."
"Got that. Isan! Ring up sarge. Tell him we got wounded."
Jan switched into external comms.
"You'll be just fine tanker. We'll get you a medic."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 26, 2009 23:46:51 GMT -5
Gunfire spat out of a hab building at the advancing Mordian infantry as they pushed forward. One fell, clearly dead, and the others scattered into cover.
Lt. McGrath took aim, and fired his Exterminator's dual Autocannons, washing the building down with high explosive shells. The Hull and Sponsons Bolter gunners followed suit, blasting apart the prefab structure, and the Orks who had taken cover inside it. The barrages lasted only for a few seconds, but still reduced the front of the building to a heap of pock-marked rubble.
"Building suppressed, move up." McGrath signaled to the Mordians.
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Lt. Coffey's Vanquisher, Iron Saint, prowled a little ways behind the advancing line infantry and tanks. Occasionally, as the tank passed by a street, he would swivel the gun to aim down it, hunting for armoured targets. Nothing had presented itself so far, but Coffey had noticed that if Ork armour did show up, he would have a clear shot at it down the street, even with some of the rubble piles that slumped into the roadways from the sides of buildings.
He continued to hunt.
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Post by Melissia on Jul 27, 2009 18:50:00 GMT -5
And yet, almost as if it were a inevitability, at least one time the Orks found him instead of the other way around. They charged at the left side of the tank, firing their rokkits off-- four of them hit, with two veering almost comically off-course, before the Orks began to literally attempt to tear the vehicle apart.
All this despite the infantry firing at them once they heard the explosions of the rockets being launched-- at the very least, one should admire their dedication.
"Everything down here appears clear... hold on a second...
Colonel, I'm picking up massive movements in the sewers on my auspex. The instrument could be broken, but still, have your forces be wary of attacks from beneath. I don't know what's going on here-- we are moving to find out."
The auspex of any forces down below was going off like crack dealer at a poor [bleep]house, finding far more targets than should technicly be possible...
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 27, 2009 19:16:23 GMT -5
"Roger that, Ma'am, I'll have Van detail Grendel Team to support you, should you need it."
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McGrath's Exterminator lurched backward, away from the Orks, it's Mine Flail beginning to spin up. Several Orks who failed to move fast enough were ground under the massive tank's treads
"Alright, let 'em have it!" The tank lurched forward into the ambushing Orks, the chains of the flail ripping them to shreds in a cloud of blood and flying limbs. The handful of Orks who managed to avoid the chains were picked off by the supporting Mordian infantry.
"Lifeguard, this is Linebacker one, we've got damage to the left sponson and some of our Auspex arrays are out, over." reported McGrath after the last of the Tank Hunters had been dealt with.
"Roger. Pull back if it becomes a problem." "Nah, we'll be fine."
The tank rolled forward behind the infantry once more, it's front armour glistening with a fresh coating of Ork blood.
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Post by Melissia on Jul 27, 2009 19:24:08 GMT -5
As the Imperial forces got deeper and deper into the city, they started to find themselves pinned down-- Ork Lootaboyz firing what basicly amount to autocannons that fire as fast as a heavy bolter, easilly enough to rip a human body to pieces and enough to shred an armored sentinel with ease. Entire teams of these heavy-weapons carrying Orks set up in rubble behind barricades, and occasionally-- far too frequently for the likings of the tank commanders-- they were supported by a surprising new weapon... what looked to be an upgunned lascannon, easilly able to punch a hole in a Leman Russ. The infantry began to have to go through the alleyways and thorugh buildings to try and flank the Orks in order to proceed-- as despite the artillery bombardments, the Orks were proving extremely stubborn thus far, refusing to run away and fighting to the death-- which is odd for even Ork behavior when it appears there's a losing battle.
Eventually they even begin to run into walkers hiding in rubble, only to burst out and tear their way through infantry lines until they're taken down... for an Ork, this defense appears masterfully planned. Finally though, the Imperial Guard forces make sight of the open ground between the buildings and the central starport...
"Colonel, the naval forces have dispatched a reinforced squadron of bombers to assist with this siege. Direct them with the callsign Avalanche. Lord General out."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 27, 2009 20:42:38 GMT -5
"nuts, this isn't working." Van Dremmond picked up the Vox. "Colonel, we've lost two tanks so far, with another three damaged. I don't think we can keep this up." "I know, Van, I know. Any suggestions?" 'Let me ask the fleet to take a look at the city. If the Orks are moving to counter us, I have an idea. If they're staying static, we'll have to work something out."
Van switched channels. "Trident, I need Sat-scans of the Ork held parts of the city, focusing on armour and troop movements, if there are any."
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"All armoured units, this is Lifeguard. You are authorized to make alternate routes, over"
Morain grinned. "Oh, hell yes!"
The Ork shootas had the infantry unit he was supporting pinned down, and one of the fancy new Ork Lascannons was taking pot shots at him every time he tried to move in to support.
"Ericson," Morain shouted to his driver "take us through the block!" "Sir"
The Demolisher pivoted right, and smashed into the front of the hab house next to it, but did not emerge from the other side. Instead, it crashed through the wall that connected the hab and the building next to it, and proceeded to smash through the buildings, huge gouts of flames that erupted from the building windows marking it's progress. As the tank reached the end of the block, it apparently stopped, as the fire stopped, and the buildings ceased to collapse.
Then the Demolisher exploded out of the building on the far end of the block, loosing a shell into the Ork strong point and blasting it apart. The Demolisher washed the rubble down with flamers as the infantry hurried up to the tank.
"They sure as hell didn't see that coming!" gloated Ericson as the infantry passed them and began to move forward.
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"Thunder, this is Eagle Eye 2, begin your approach on the Starport. Stormfront and Grinder squadrons will break through to you once you have secured your DZ
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 27, 2009 21:02:15 GMT -5
Private Oris blinked.
"Sir, did that thing just-"
"Yes."
"Did they just-"
"Yes."
"Will they ever run-"
"No."
"Will you ever-"
"No."
"Thought s-"
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The forces of 4th company continued pressing forwards, meeting the heavy resistance with even heavier firepower.
Any Ork trying to catch them in Autocannon like fire was immediatly torn to shreds by a grenade launched with extreme prejudice.
Jan, Urvi, and Isan continued helping the tankers.
"Can you fight? If you want, we can pull you back," offered Jan.
Damn, they had to catch up to their squad.
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 27, 2009 21:46:34 GMT -5
Mhaldin fired his rifle into the ork's face, taking the beast's brain from its skull. The other two fell, slain by unseen killers who waited in the dark.
'Fourth team of the fiends,' he thought distastefully. 'The orks infest the sewers.' He looked at the ceiling. 'And above, they have no doubt turned the streets into a deathtrap.' He shook his head. He cared not for the deaths of the humans, who were almost as violent as the barbaric greenskins. But their defeat was his defeat and if the streets were anything like the sewers, the humans were paying for every breath of city air they took with the spray of alien bullets and every motion forward was purchased with the spill of gore.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 28, 2009 11:37:01 GMT -5
Kaspian waved the infantry away. "Yes, go, I can handle this. Go!"
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"Avalanche, conduct strike runs on anything and everything moving to reinforce the Starport." Van switched channels. "All units, Astartes elements will deploying around the Bunker. Watch for the Pods."
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 28, 2009 13:14:14 GMT -5
A drop pod slammed into the ground, crushing anything beneath it. The doors opened and 10 yellow armored marines stepped out, bolters blazing, the orks where cut down like wheat before a scythe. As soon as the marines had came 10 feet away from the pods, they hunched down and the storm bolters and deathwind missile launchers did their grizzly work.
''Bunker secure, establishing a defensive perimeter.''
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 28, 2009 13:57:41 GMT -5
Jan nodded his okay, and waved to Isan and Urvi.
"Isan! Urvi! Let's get going!"
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Throughout the city, the 4th company started slowing down. They were still pressing hard, but the sheer weight of resistance eventually took its toll. Advancement slowed to a crawl, as squads were detailed to check through buildings, only to spend hours in the same spot, clearing out the same location again, and again....
"This is Captain Nickar, it's almost like some sort of Imperial tactician's commanding the Orks....A rather bad one, but a tactician nonetheless...."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 28, 2009 17:06:15 GMT -5
"Confirmed Eagle Eye 2, Thunder is inbound." Lucan said, idly flicking the relay switch onto the company vox net. "Moving to take the starport. Tell Van Dremmond the lads send their regards. Thunder, out."
And with those words, Landsknecht-Captain Torquemada Lucan, known to his men as 'Thunderbolt' and his Xenos foes as 'Skyburn', set his troops in motion. Like a great flight of monstrous, black-winged raptors, the Valkyries wheeled, arcing into a single, massive formation that spread across the skies, a great, dark swarm of aircraft curving in a fiery grace into place. Once they had assumed the wedge, a gargantuan, double wing of Valkyries spreading out from the wings of Vengeance, then, they began.
As one, the pilots gunned their engines, gradually increasing the power as that nascent, whining screech built, coruscating into a full-voiced, maddened howl, and finally a elemental, screaming roar that resounded across the warzone like the warcry of the Furies themselves, the vapour trails of dozens of engines streaking across the sky like great, white banners in the atmosphere as they shot towards the city.
"Gentlemen, we will take this starport. We'll be coming in higher than ideal, to get over the curtain wall and avoid any significant small-arms fire. Massed assault, and then disembark as one under the cover of our gunships. Valkyries will provide supporting fire as well. First platoon disembarked wins a case of amsac and a night with the Lord General's daughter!"
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Post by Melissia on Jul 28, 2009 17:46:37 GMT -5
"I greet you in the name of the Omnissiah."
The Orks looked oddly confused as the strange "metal boy" with eight limbs-- four of which were metal-- greeted them. their surprise turned to anger as half of their squad was promptly either vaporized by plasma or set on fire by two of merchandrites, or shot by the bolt pistol she wielded.
BUt then, it was doubtful that this marauding band of Orks looking to attack the Guard force from the side would have wanted to be greeted any other way. The remaining six charged forward at the Mechanicus woman, whom unclinchingly stepped forward to meet them. Two were caught by her mechandrites and decapitated instantly, then tossed aside-- another one sliced into oblivion by the power axe that is her symbol of office, the one that earned Mechanicus personnel all over the galaxy the nickname of "cogboys".
The Orks were caught completely by surprise as this woman pounced on them, tearing the remaining three apart with remarkable agility for such a heavilly armored and armed being, easilly matching the Astartes in agility and skill...
"The Orks have been driven off, Guardsmen. I suggest you get back to work on the rituals I prescribed, lest I decide that you are unworthy of the machine you were gifted."
This scene was repeated a few times as she went from tank to tank, organizign the rituals of repair even as the battle continued to rage on only half a kilometer away.
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 28, 2009 17:59:09 GMT -5
While the battle raged on the planet, one small object appeared from warp, dissapearing from the sensors of the orbiting ships even as it entered realspace. Had any naval officer noticed, they would have seen the frigate of a "heretical" orginazation known as the Loyal Outcasts. Fortunatly for the men inside the frigate, thier return to real space went unnoticed.
After assuring that no potential enemies had noticed them, the frigate begun moving towards Shibara I, using as little power as the crew dared. Once the ship reached comms range, an advanced hacking program overrode Captan Van Dremmond's comunications network, slowing only to capture information comming from the battle lines.Eventually, one of the smarter vox opperators noticed this intrusion, and quickly ran to report it to his commanding officer. However, before he could report the hacker, a message played allong the Dremmond's communication lines.
"Eagle Eye 2, come in...Request permission to approach Shibara I and renforce your line. Repeat: Requesting permission to enter Shibara I's orbit and assist with the assult!"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 28, 2009 18:04:58 GMT -5
"Thunder, this is Lifeguard. Please advise once you have your boots on the ground. I'll detail armour to support you in securing the Starport compound, over."
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"This is lunacy, Colonel! Please, let us commit all of our armour!" Cpt. Lammert pleaded into his vox. He had been listening to the reports of the armour and infantry slugging their way through the Orks. Two other tanks had been destroyed, one of them with no survivors, and more then a few others were reporting damage to some degree.
"Calm down, Captain, things are going fine."
Lammert's eyes almost bugged out of his head. "Fine, FINE?! Our tanks are being smashed apart? We're wading through seas of blood and bodies for mere inches of ground! The men are DYING, Colonel!"
"What did you expect to happen, Captain? Did you think we would line up on a ridge, someone would sound a trumpet, and we would advance into the Orks? Did you think they would flee in terror when they saw us? They are killing us, but we're killing dozens more of them for every man we lose. No shut up unless you have something useful to share."
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 28, 2009 20:06:11 GMT -5
Nickar listened to the reports coming in. The advance was slowing on their part. Damn. Casualties were still light, for a city fight, but the Orks were getting them stuck in, and stuck in fast. It would be a fight won, but it would take time, and time meant more casualties.
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"Dammit, Isan, you see our squad?"
Isan quickly scanned the next building, and shook his head. No IFF tags there.
Jan cursed.
"Fricking...City fights....Alright! On the count of three, we head out to that building over there."
"One......Two......THREE!!!"
Jan, Urvi, and Isan rushed out of their hiding spot, and sprinted to the building, which appeared to be some sort of cafe. As if on cue, a group of five Orks rushed out to meet them.
"Fire in the hole!" Shouted Jan as he pumped a frag round into the onrushing group.
Isan and Urvi crouched and fired, sending three round bursts into the Orks, aiming for the head. While not exactly the snipers of 1st coy, they were still fine shots, and the combined fire took down all but one....Who had reached Urvi.
With a grin, the Ork brought down his weapon, only to find that she had sidestepped the Ork. Lashing out with her knife, she slashed across the neck of the giant, green, monster, earning herself a back-handed punch across her head, sending her reeling. The Ork roared as it swung its axe, which would certainly land in a decapitation. But Urvi simply brought her lasgun up, swinging it to deflect the force of the blow away from her.
This action brought her lasgun to bear on the Ork's head, and its eyes widened as it realized it.
"I win!" Urvi bragged as she shot three holes into its brain.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 30, 2009 23:44:58 GMT -5
(Bump to keep it alive, still waiting on RT.)
Van Owen frowned at the wrecked Leman Russ as his tank nosed by it. The tank bore the colors of the Karlstad armour, and looked like the turret had been slashed open with a buzzsaw. This suspicion was confirmed moments later, when they passed the smashed wreck of a Deff Dread. Noting the Ork Walker looked as though the Emperor himself had punched it, Van Owen grinned. That would be Coffey's work, sure enough.
The tank prowled forward, toward the curtain of fire and smoke that marked the front of the advance.
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Van rolled his eyes as he heard the signal. "Confirm your Allegiance and talk to the Lord General. Once he gives you the green light, I'll worry about having you land." he said to whoever this was hacking his vox. He then grabbed a data slate, jotted down a quick message, and ducked outside.
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McVane was sitting on the deck of his Salamander, singing under his breath as he watched the explosions and sheets of fire arc across the factory city. Telena sat behind him in Salamander's crew compartment. McVane dearly wanted to be in the city, or hunting Ork patrols, of doing something aside from babysit her, but orders were orders.
He straightened up when he saw Van Dremmond striding over to them. McVane slid off the Salamander and tossed a salute. "What's the word, Boss?" "Take this to Dunbar,' Van Dremmond replied, handing him a data slate "and don't contact him by radio. Find him in there and hand it over in person." McVane tossed a glance over at Telena, then replied. "Any reason Walldoon or Keeley can't do it?" Van rolled his eyes. "Because Walldoon is a loudmouth and would blab about it over the Radio, and Keeley doesn't have the patience to hunt down a single tank in that mess."
Smiling, McVane took the slate. "Sounds good to me." he tossed a salute to Van Dremmond, and climbed back into his Salamander. Touching his commbead, he said "Adere, move orders. Let's go find Dunbar, but no voxes." "Why??" Came back his driver's response. The man hadn't left the air conditioned interior of the Salamander since they arrived at the assembly point. "Just to make things interesting." "Works for me."
As the Salamander's engine roared to life, McVane offered a friendly smile to Telena. "We got a little errand to run in the city. Hang on."
The Salamander sped off.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 31, 2009 9:19:01 GMT -5
"Thunderbolt, this is Thunder One, I have eyes on the city. We've come it at a slightly wrong angle - we're going to have to cover half a mile of city before we hit the spaceport"."
"What?" said Lucan, spitting tobacco as his powerful jaw slammed shut, crushing the already-burning cigar into a mess of bitter, brown-black leaves. "Feth. Goddamn maps are wrong, or out of date."
"Or you were holding it upside down again" sniped Ca'erd, sitting askew from him. Chuckles filled the company vox-net as Lucan cursed and muttered into his helmet mic, too busy to chastise his men as he worked out a battle-plan.
"Ah, hell. All units, slight change of plan. We're going to have to cross the city. Turns out the NS map neglected to factor into account....twenty-three years of urban sprawl. Morons" he grunted. "All units; I repeat, we are crossing the city. I want full 'burners and maximum speed, low as you can. Give those Xenos a little surprise, eh?"
And so, the company wheeled about, and streaked across the blurring cityscape. Here, and there, great pillars of fire shot upwards into the sky as the pilots took pot-shots at the Xenos with the underwing weapons, the ramshackle Ork vehicles erupting into towering infernos as lasbeams sliced them asunder, ripping open fuel tanks and detonating munitions. Aliens infantry looked about in shock and horror as rockets exploded amongst them, a hail of white-hot metal cutting them apart in a haze of fire and blood, green limbs flung asunder as a great swarm of fragmentation missiles blasted. The Vultures swooped low, firing short bursts from the massive Punisher cannons that hung beneath their wings, opening up on the Xenos with their nose bolters.
Before them, a great curtain of fire and death swept through the city, an indiscrimate wall of unliving fury and burning fire advancing to their fore, half a mile wide. Buildings fell, walls crumbling into so much ash and dust, green-skinned limbs flung away like chaff before a all-destroying whirlwind, an Inferno driven by the howling wind, and the inhuman, insane scream of the Furies. Behind them, nothing remained save ruin, a great trail of blackened, scorched earth, the pathetic remains of hab-blocks crumbled into so much twisted metal, the roadways littered with craters, choked with Xenos bodies and the smashed, burning wreckage of their vehicles, the cityscape shattered and reduced to so much wrack and devestation.
Across the vox-net, Lucan lead the prayer.
"Emperor, bestow upon me Your righteous fury and Your righteous strength. Let me become the storm that burns the enemy from your sight."
"IM NOMEN ET IMPERATOR!!!" screamed the Pyran 108th, as they swept over the crumbled, broken form of the curtain wall, and rained death upon all those who defied the Emperor's will.
It was as if the dust-clogged heavens themselves had been set ablaze. Fire reigned supreme from every corner and piece of the skies, tearing asunder the Xenos without mercy. Great, shining lasbolts flew like innumerable spears of light from the Valkyries, scorching the earth, the rockcrete cracking apart under their blazing fury even as dozens of Orks went up in flame, like incense-fires in an Imperial chapel as the sheer force ignited them, transforming them to so living, flailing torches that signified the Emperor's power. Rockets flew, cutting the filthy aliens apart in a storm of burning metal and force that parted flesh and bone with such effortless, contemptuous ease, mocking their supposed resilience as they crumbled in a hail of fire and death. From the sides, the deep-chested roar of the heavy bolters spoke, and Xenos after Xenos fell, bodies erupting and spraying gory, bloody chunks of flesh across the field. And, at every angle, small-arms fire blazed, a great, fiery blaze of death and destruction as the Guardsmen inside unleashed their fury upon the vile aliens.
Even as Lucan's Valkyrie began to land, he watched with a gleeful, demented fury afire in his heart as his men, his soldiers, his carriers, his well-timed machine of death and vengeance set into the milling, panicked Xenos, the great, black-winged form of a Vulture gunship swooping in low, level with the top floor of a control tower from which Xenos fired their crude weapons. Cutting across the sound and fury of the battle, the deadly, low-pitched hum of it's twin cannons sent a fresh wave of exhultant, maddened delight in Lucan's soul, a psychotic leer upon his features even as he watched the massive gunship open fire.
Nothing could survive that. A sheer, impenetrable wall of lead, a thunderstorm of bullets and deep, hollow eruptions as the fuel and ammunition within erupted into flame, all but a small part of a symphony of annihalation that played out beneath the burning skies. The Looter-Xenos fell, cut to pieces by the sheer force unleashed upon them, torn limb from limb in the flaring strobe-light of the Punisher cannons.
Lucan's smile deepened, and now it appeared that the wolverine's furious smile was etched upon his very features, a raging, insane smile that was as terrible as it was inhuman. To his left, his third squad landed, to his right, his fifth, and the second squad of second platoon, each man clad in a heavy, imposing suit of blackened carapace armour. But there was one crucial difference, he thought, as he watched one of his men raise his autogun in an experimental fashion, levelling it at what appeared to be a confused Orkoid, covered in crude metal armour that covered much of his body.
"Let's see what this does" Regnar muttered, as he aimed, and fired.
The autogun round punched straight through the Xeno's armour, and clean through it's body, pulping it's heart in a spray of blood that could be seen spurting from both wounds, a fine red mist wreathing the Xenos as it toppled to the floor, dead eyes staring vacantly at the destruction emblazoned in the swirling dust above.
"AP rounds functioning perfectly, commander" snarled Regnar, though Lucan was but a few feet from him.
At this, Lucan lifted his head to the skies, where more and more of his black-winged Hydra's flocked, pouring fire and death into the Xenos, and howled in a prayer born of deepest fury and hate:
"Smite the Foe! Smash the Enemy! For the Emperor we bring Death!"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Jul 31, 2009 12:15:01 GMT -5
Within the cloaked frigate, the commander of the Outcast force could not help but grin as the officer's response filled the command deck of the 'Temporary Blip'. Grabbing the headset from the vox operator, Clone Two responded.
"Confirmed, Our Allegiance is to the God-Emperor, but unfortunately, we have not been able to pin-point the Lord General in the vox network, and we would like to be assured that those Space Marine groups don't kill us all as soon as we make landfall!"
with that, the frigate fed more power to the engines, and begun closing in on Shibara I.
Within the frigate's cargo bay, engineers and clone troopers rushed to prepare everything for the teleportation planet-side. Infantry squads gathered, mobile weapons platforms positioned themselves and powered up their war gear, and heavy weapon squads ran to their gear.
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 31, 2009 12:40:17 GMT -5
"Damn it all to the warp....Oris! When I give the signal, get out there and-Wait, I've got a better idea."
"This is Sergeant Balan, calling Gate Smasher 1. You mind repeating that magic trick? Gun position, southwest building. Another one, south east corner."
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Post by Melissia on Jul 31, 2009 20:58:57 GMT -5
As the Orks were hit harder and harder, and pushed back... they seemed to give more and more, and fall back. Though at first groups were destoyed as they tried to fall back, eventually they began to retreat in good order-- and any attempt to chase them through the city was responded to viciously, with focus firing and ambushing.
It was startling, and it's likely that nobody present with experience fighting Orks could believe what was happening-- Orks were not only pulling back, but were doing so with an efficiency and care that would make veteran Guardsmen proud. The valkyries and gunships could see what they were retreating into, too-- a sandstorm approaching from the southwest, which began to sweep over the city itself-- though the formation of large buildings kept it from having any major effect on the factory city, it was obvious that once the Orks escaped out into the open, they were gone...
So now, instead of an invasion, the goal became either one of consolidation or one of attempting to inflict as much damage on the withdrawing Orks as possible before they escaped completely-- or both.
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