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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 1, 2009 17:47:28 GMT -5
"Yes ma'am. You heard the lady! Get moving! Risik! Go get medics over here!"
Urvi, Isan, and Jan arrived just in time to see Corporal Risik run up to them.
"You three, LT wants as many medics as possible into that field hospital. Ignore the sign."
Urvi was about to protest when Risik cut her off.
"Oh yeah, Sergeant Balan radioed ahead. Turns out he's got a few wounded. You can meet up with him once we get back. Now let's get going!"
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 1, 2009 18:25:56 GMT -5
After setting up the teleporter, the Outcasts begun thier landing in it's fullest, through the portal came crate after crateload of medcal supplies and Imperial Munitions crates. Looking at the nearby buildings, Clone Two ordered the clones to store the material in the field hospital's rear rooms, delievering the medical supplies directly to the tech priest that seemed to be in charge. Hideing his bionics as best he could, Clone Two addressed the woman.
¨Servant of the Ommnissah, I bring medical supplies for the wounded, where do I leave them?¨
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 1, 2009 22:51:35 GMT -5
Medics from 4th company slowly began streaming towards the field hospital, and 2nd platoon managed to "borrow" a few more squads to assist the medics, and to clear it out, bringing in med packs, spare rations, advanced medical equipment, sterilizers, various pain-killers, drugs, and bandages, along with some equipment for field surgery, should the need ever arise. In one spare corner, packs of extra blood (Sorted, and categorized. The blood was purely from volunteers) lay, just in case.
Most of the efforts now were geared towards clearing a space large enough for a Valkyrie to safely land in order to drop off more supplies should they ever need them. At the very least, they started making it big enough so that a Valkyrie could reasonably drop off a small load of crates, if it proved impossible to clear an adequate landing space.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 2, 2009 12:12:04 GMT -5
"Good work, lads" grunted Lucan, as he he passed Nickar, carrying a crate of heavy stubber ammunition with what appeared to be a mutant Beastman at the other end. "Put it down here, Graergh, no - here! Not there!"
After moving that crate, he stood, shouldering off his Storm coat, and summoned his vox-man with an idle gesture of the hand. As soon as the man had dashed across, he leant over, and pulled the vox-piece from the backpack unit, thumbed the tab marked 'Thunder Strafe', and spoke.
"Thunder Strafe, this is Thunderbolt. We've cleared a space on the landing pad for you. We've six wounded too badly injured to be moved by chimera. Thunder three-two and three-five will cover for you. I want the wounded in the main hospital in fifteen minutes. I want my wounded out of here."
"Acknowledged sir, Thunder Strafe coming in for pickup."
"Roger Command - Thunder three-two incoming to provide additional fire support."
"Seconded command, Thunder three-five moving up to engage Xenos."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 4, 2009 12:15:44 GMT -5
A massive greenskin climbed out of a sewer grate-- so large that he had to break through the plasticrete-- very close to Van Dremmond's position. "OI! You gitz! Stop pointin' ya flashy shiootaz at me, yer gonna 'urt yerself!" The Ork let out a loud guffaw, even as one of the soldiers shot him square in the chest-- and somehow, he took almost no damage from it, aside from a circular burn. "Hurrhurr... I's Groknar Skullsplitta, da Emp'rer's servant. Gon' take lots more than jus' a few lazgunz to keep me dawn, hawhawhaw!"
The strange, large Ork was wearing commissarial colors, including a hat, although he lacked the sash. He wasn't holding any weapons and looked like he felt completely unthreatened, despite the fact that a couple squads of Imperial infantrymen were pointing their weapons at him. His power axe was covered in Ork blood, at least, which meant he fought through some Ork positions to get here-- but then, that wouldn't have meant anything if the soldiers involved hadn't heard the name Groknar SKullsplitta from before... they looked at eachother uneasilly as Dunbar and Dremmond were summoned.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 13:21:34 GMT -5
"Oh, it's that damned Greenskin again" groaned Lucan, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Bloody Rogue Traders and their starts. "Keep the meltaguns on it lads, and if it gets so much as within fifty yards of the wounded, feel free to end it's miserable existence." He ordered. " I'll get Van Dremmond."
A few minutes walk took him to Van Dremmond position, his blood-spattered fatigues trailing out behind him, announcing his prescene like a banner even as he muscled through the functionaries and bodyguards with the effortless, unstoppable ease of a man born to command, and addressed his nominal superior.
"Ah, good to see you again Van Dremmond. The Rogue Trader's bloody Greenskin's popped up again, and is asking for you and old Dunbar. Pray follow me, lest it's stupidity get the better of it and my lads kill the damn thing. Which would hardly be upsetting...."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 14:29:58 GMT -5
Van tossed aside the dataslate he was paging through. "What? You're joking, right? I thought it went into orbit with her. Ah, well, never mind. Dunbar is out helping the FUNGs set up defensive positions, so I'll deal with it."
As he pushed himself to his feet, the new forces that had teleported in, still assembled on the landing pad, caught his eye. Slowly, a smile crept across his face. It was the smile of a man, beset by problems, who just realized he can share his misery with others.
"Where did you say he was?"
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 14:38:03 GMT -5
"Near the casevac point. My casevac point" replied Lucan. "Well, the Battle Group casevac point really, but they're my Valkyries. Are you going to come and pat it's head, or shall I just order the men to finish it?"
OOC: It's 'beset', Reds.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 14:45:20 GMT -5
(OOC: Thanks for the catch, edited)
Van's smile would have unnerved a lesser man then Lucan. "Well, as I recall, it's supposed to be a Commissar of sorts, and we need to attach one to our friends that teleported in. I can't think of anyone more qualified for the job. Can you? Let's go."
He walked off toward the Casevac point.
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 14:53:24 GMT -5
"What job, you infernal litt- oh, now, that's not fair!" complained Lucan, as he moved on after Lucan. "I have my own hangman, thank you!"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 4, 2009 14:55:19 GMT -5
The Ork had busied himself to oiling and caring for his shoota, which aside from surprising the soldiers around him (who thought Orks were too stupid for such things-- which is partially true, although the primary reason is because of the Ork gestalt psychic powers which allow technology to work as long as they think it will-- but this was no ordinary Ork!) , but also made them rather nervous as well.
After all, it was a particularly large gun.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 14:57:15 GMT -5
"Oh, no, not you!" laughed Van. "I wouldn't do that to you. But those guys over there." He jerked a thumb at Col. Majune's forces. "I said they needed a Commissar to keep an eye on them, remember? We'll attach it to them. That'll keep them in line."
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 14:59:22 GMT -5
(OOC: What, men who have just carved a half-mile swathe of destruction through a city, rained fire and death down on the Xenos, and then wiped them off an airfield while outnumbered...afraid of one Ork? Hah. Now that I've finished being silly, I'd like to say that if Nickar could join me and Van Dremmond, I'd appreciate it, just so Lucan has someone to harangue)
"That, is no Commissar, Van Dremmond. It's a bloody Xenos, and it needs a bolt round in the head, not a supervisory role! Throne, you do realise exactly how many problems there are with that idea!" Lucan snapped, although, though he'd never admit it, the idea had a certain.....delicious violence to it.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 15:11:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Assume he's there. Kai gave me control of his troops, so let's say Nickar is there, keeping an eye on it).
Van had a mad gleam in his eye. In the past two months, he had gone from running a small recon detachment to second in command of an Armoured Battalion. Most of the men who had started out under his command, many of who had been his friends, were dead, and as the crowning glory, he was stuck on a dirtball with Genestealers, Orks, and Emperor knew what else. He was in the mood to share his misery.
"Captain, shooting the Kommissar would be far more trouble then it's worth. Besides, we need a new Commissar to make sure those b*stards don't shoot us in the back. Any regular Commissar would take issue with their weapons and tech, but this one won't. He will ensure, violently, if necessary, that Majune's forces stay in line. He will be theirs to deal with, so we need not worry about him OR our new friends."
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 15:16:09 GMT -5
"Well, when you put it like that.....I'm alright with that Van" said Lucan. "Just along as nobody important gets killed. I didn't drag this lot across ice, fire and sand to let them die because we got backstabbed. And if the Munitorum makes a fuss, I can always throw up my hands and deny all knowledge."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 4, 2009 15:21:36 GMT -5
Da Kommissar stood up and saluted the two officers as they came up to him, and then growled to the soldiers, and shouted in his best commissarial voice (which, admittedly, was pretty damned loud and intimidating, even for an Ork): "Salute da super'yor offisers, ya lousy gits!"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 15:27:16 GMT -5
Van, perhaps unwisley, stuck out his hand to the Ork. "Glad to have you back with us, Kommissar. I thought you went off with the Rouge Trader, but seeing as we have need of you, I'm glad you turned up."
Reds
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Post by Melissia on Aug 4, 2009 15:30:36 GMT -5
Groknar shook the hand heartilly, but in such a way that it would not jostle the officer around... as if, somehow, the Ork had the presence of mind to try not to lower the officer's dignity by doing such a thing to him. "I got caught up killin' some schemin' grots in da keep who were tryin' ta mash up yer 'umie tek-naw-low-gee. I missed da flight an' got a mouthful from da boss an' a few o' dem bionik boyz, den da boss sent me 'ere. Who ya need me ta watch ova?"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 15:34:31 GMT -5
Van indicated Col. Majune's forces with a sweep of his hand. "Those boys over there. They popped out of nowhere, hacked our comms, and our insisting they're our friends. Now, I don't think they're going to stab us in the back, but I would sure feel a lot better if the Kommissar Gorknar Skullsplitta was keeping an eye on them, just in case they got any funny ideas. How does that grab you?"
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 15:36:37 GMT -5
"The new guys" interjected Lucan "Over there" he said, jerking his thumb back in the direction of the new arrivals. "Pray ensure they don't try and shoot us in the back, and if they do, please make enough of a noise and distraction so we won't be caught by surprise."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 4, 2009 15:43:56 GMT -5
The Ork snapped to a remarkably smart salute (which put him up to his full height of nearly eight feet, which was hidden most of the time due ot his Orky nature of being hunched over a bit. "Da Emp'rer's will be done. I'll keep doze sneaky gitz in line at all costs!"
Hefting his huge storm bolter over his shoulder as if it were no more than a plastic toy lasgun, and picking up his axe to activate the white powerfield around it, the Ork promptly did as ordered, walking right up to the strange xeno-equipped forces and announcing himself in a way that could be heard all across the starport (his voice carried pretty damned well).
"Y'all gitz listen up! Da boss sed da Emp'rer put me 'ere ta watch over you. So I's gonna knock yer 'eads around if'n ya don't fight yer best in 'Is name! Firs' things firs though-- open up yer Imper'yal Inf'ntry's Upliftin' Prima. Don' look at me like dat ya gitz, dat was an ORDER! All 'umie boyz supposed ta 'ave it, an' I's gonna be mighty UNPLEASED if'n you gitz decided to ditch yers somehere!"
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 4, 2009 15:52:24 GMT -5
Van looked upon the Chaos he had wrought upon Majune's troops, and found it good. He smiled. "Now, gentlemen, since we've solved that problem, I have to go finish reorganizing the Battalion. Excuse me." He headed back toward the command post.
Reds
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 4, 2009 16:31:01 GMT -5
Lucan chuckled to himself, amused at Van's sense of humour. Idly, he looked up as his two Medivac Valkyries swooped overhead, gunning their engines in a howling salute to the troops on the ground, before they arced off into the horizon.
"Well, I'd better see to my company, before they steal everything not nailed down."
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 5, 2009 12:02:18 GMT -5
After recovering from the initial shock from having an Ork dressed as a Commissar walk into thier camp and ordering them around, All the Soldiers formed into ranks and pulled out their Primers, lifting them so the 'Commissar' could see them. Within thier minds, they all had the same question running through thier heads:
AN ORKS' OUR COMMISSAR?!?!
Clone Two walked up to the Ork, and after showing his primer, he asked ¨where you the Commissar attached to my forces?¨ managing to keep a more or less calm tone about his voice. He had no doubt that this xeno had been attached in order to get payback for his unorthodox entry. Remembering that the engineers had not been issued a primer, he added ¨My forces have a few Civilians with us, which is the group working on the gear back there¨ he indicated the few engineers near the munitions and supplies.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 5, 2009 13:08:40 GMT -5
"Good. Maybe dere's some 'ope fer ya runty gits yet! Ye, I's Kommissar Groknar Skullsplitta. I's may not be a real Kommissar cuz only 'umies can be dat y'see, but I'm big enuff an' mean enuff dat it don' matter. Especially MEAN."
Da Kommissar let off a cruel guffaw, and then shook his head. "Now git on wit yer deployment gitfaces, or I'll 'ave to get UNPLEASED wit ya. Ain't got time fer freebooters, freeloaders, an' slow gitz in da Emp'rer's army!"
Looking to each face in the group, he raised an eyebrow. "An' don't ya git to any sneaky thinkin'. If'n ya point yer gunz at me, I's gonna get more than UNPLEASED... I might get a tiny bit UPSET at ya. So lezz jus' 'ave a good, straightup war, y'see?"
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