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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 13, 2009 21:14:01 GMT -5
"Alright, if there are no further questions, then you're dismissed. Pull your men together and be ready to move out tomorrow at first light. The screening force will be leaving within the hour."
As the meeting broke up, Van sidled over to the Sororitas Palatine "Ma'am, you're going to want some Grenade Launchers for the tunnel fighting to give yourself some ranged bunch. Sgt. Garth at the airfield has several for you, and will give you a brief run down on how to use them.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 13, 2009 21:28:16 GMT -5
The Palatine bowed slightly, and thumbed her palm. "What the Emperor provides, we will not waste." She then began issuing orders into her built in vox, and the Rhinos made their move towards Sgt. Garth.
"Well, this war is going better than I had hoped... the Guard is certainly better prepared for fighting Orks than the PDF were..." The woman's aura of wrongness preceded her as she greeted Dremmond with a salute.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 13, 2009 21:36:17 GMT -5
"Guardsman Telena" Van returned her slaute and nodded to Sgt. McVane, who was hovering behind her "I take it you heard the plan, then? Dunbar certainly doesn't muck about when it comes to busting skulls. Now, how can I help you?"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 13, 2009 21:45:05 GMT -5
"Ah, sir... Uh, Major Dremmond, was it? I would request that I be provided a weapon with a bit more firepower. Sgt. McVane suggested I run it by you first before attempting to requisition it... ah... if at all possible, something such as a meltagun, in case things get dicey with all the armour in the city."
Her nervousness was obvious, but she kept her tone neutral and, despite some slight stuttering, managed to keep her request straight and to the point as much as someone in her position might be able to do.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 13, 2009 21:59:51 GMT -5
Van Dremmond arched an eyebrow at McVane, who grinned, shrugged, and mouthed 'Can't hurt".
Turning his gaze back on Telena, his expression softened. "Meltaguns are tricky. Hell, I don't even trust some of my own men to use them right, even though they've had proper training. Still..."
He took her lasgun from her, unslung his Ventro, and passed it over to her. "This has more stopping power at close range then a Lasgun, and almost the same ammo capacity." He pulled the drum clips of his belt, and, fighting down the wave of unease that came over him as he got closer to her, began to fasten them to her webbing. "One drum in the weapon, three spare drums on your belt for a total of 200 rounds. McVane will have more in the Salamander. The drums marked with red tape are normal, and the drum marked with blue tape is Armour Peircing. Those rounds have a nasty tendency to tear when they hit something, so make sure you really want to kill whatever it is you're shooting them at before you pull the trigger."
Finishing rigging the drums to her belt, he slapped his open palm gently against the side of her helmet and smiled. "There, good to go." he turned to McVane. "Grab her a bandoleer of Krak Grenades, and make sure everyone else in Badger has them. Anything else?"
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 13, 2009 22:02:05 GMT -5
"Sir yes Sir! Making preparations to move out!" Shouted Nickar.
Nickar went outside, immediately preparing to tell Asis of the plan.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 13, 2009 22:13:09 GMT -5
Telena looked rather happy about her new weapon, and began to recite the relevant prayers regarding autoguns-- prayers taken straight from the Primer, amusingly enough, as if she's already taken the time to memorize the weapon-based prayers... likely because she had to during her time fighting off the gene-stealers. "Thank you, Major! I will not let you down!"
She saluted, and took a few steps back, staying near McVane and making sure she remembered where everything was based off of the autogun information in the Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer she now had.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 13, 2009 22:38:57 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm not worried about you letting us down." Van's eyes drifted briefly over to where Lucan was standing, some distance away.
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After much deliberation, Garth had decided to simply repeat, word for word, what he had been told when he was first instructed on how to use a Grenade Launcher. The Sororitas were standing in a loose semi-circle around him. Cpl. Wescla was next to him, holding a pair of Grenade Launchers, while the rest of the squad was watching with amusement a little ways away.
Oh well, what the hell. Le's get this over with
"Cpl. Wescla, hand me the weapon, please." As she passed him a Launcher, their eyes met briefly and she gave him a little smirk, which he returned. Turning back to the Sororitas, he said "This is the Mk. IV Mars Pattern Grenade Launcher. It has a six round drum, and can fire everything from the conventional Frag and Krak rounds to Smoke and Flashbangs."
"The drum itself snaps in and out of the Launcher easily" he continued, demonstrating casually "and will be locked in place once you pull this slide. If the weapon jams, just leave the round chambered and switch to another weapon."
He gave them a wry smile. "This is about as simple as it gets, and even an idiot can use it. Come to think of it, that's probably why my regiment was issued with them. I'm sure you'll have no trouble with them." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. "As you can see, we've strung up a few dead Orks for you to practice on. The drums are loaded with dummy rounds, so don't worry about blowing anything up. Drums with live rounds are in those crates over there. They're labeled Krak and Frag, but we've also marked them with pieces of blue and red tape, respectively."
He extended the Launcher toward the Sororitas "Now, how wants to go first?"
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Post by Melissia on Aug 13, 2009 22:49:31 GMT -5
The Sororitas stood and took the training with complete humility and without humour, although it could just be that their expressionless helmets hid it, and they had turn their voxcasters to only transmit internally.
A Sister took the grenade launcher, and whispered a prayer as she rapidly hit every single Ork dummy dead on in the center of the torso with the dummy round, with accuracy that would likely amaze any nearby Guardsmen. The Canoness, however, looked less than pleased.
"Please do not show off, Sister Lufia. It is unseemly. Take your share of the ammunition, and whisper the prayers of chastisement so that you remember to always remain His humble servant." Properly chastised, the Sister did exactly as ordered.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 13, 2009 22:58:21 GMT -5
Garth shrugged and smiled. "Well, looks like you know what you're doing. If you'll excuse me, I need to get my squad ready to move."
As he and Wescla walked away, he arched an eyebrow at her at smirked "You ever think of being a Battle Sister?"
She smacked him playfully on the back of the head "Course not, Waldon. All prayer and no fun makes Kiva a dull girl."
"And we can't have that, now can we?"
"Nope."
They reached the squad, and Garth clearned his throat. "Alright, pack up and pack in, I want to be ready to move out in 10."
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Post by Melissia on Aug 15, 2009 17:50:25 GMT -5
The Sororitas gathered up in their vehicles, and knelt within them for prayer. The Palatine led the prayers, first with an order:
"Sisters, I have requisitioned cameoline vestments for our next mission. Proudly wear them, and fear not that it hides our colors-- that is their purpose, for that is the nature of our mission. Many of you are wary of such tactics as this, but I see no reason for it."
The voice of the Palatine rosed to an inspirational, amost emotional level, as she recited a prayer it seemed she had penned herself:
"We shall hide from our enemies, for their eyes are unworthy.
Why should we grant the xeno the sight of our forms?
We shall sneak by our enemies, for their ears are unworthy.
Why should we grant the Xeno the sounds of our movements?
We shall kill in silence and surprise, for their minds are unworthy.
Why should we grant the Xeno the chance to respond?
We shall survive this battle, for their weapons are unworthy of our lives.
Why should we grant the Xeno the honor of our deaths?
Victory shall come in the night, just as sure as it comes in the day.
In the name of the Emperor, we shall be the death that stalks the darkness
In the name of the Emperor, we shall bring uncompromising, unrelenting victory.
A spiritu dominatus, domine, libra nos... a morte perpetua, domine, libra nos."
The sororitas under her command promptly, and as one, donned their cloaks, and repeated the prayer to themselves, no longer questioning the Palatine's decision now that the prayer had explained the reasoning behind it.
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Post by nicholasakira on Aug 16, 2009 0:03:03 GMT -5
"What troubles you?" Mhaldin sighted through his scope, looking at the barrel at the far end of the human compound. Fenera, who was passing innocently by, frowned.
"Nothing," she lied. "Be ready."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 18, 2009 11:45:15 GMT -5
Out from the Command compound, Landsknecht-Captain Torquemada Lucan strode. Mace at his side, pistol upon his hip. Black, chitinous armour adorned his chest, knees, groin, shins and, upon his forearms , a gold-etched psalm to the Emperor's glory shone in the dying sunlight, gleaming defiant upon the shadow plating. A ferocious, snarling expression lay across his weathered features, his manner, being, posture left in it's wake an awed, hushed silence. He was the very epitome of the what it meant, what it was held to serve the Emperor- that vengeful, unstoppable force personified into this avatar, from who his righteous fury shone like a beacon in the gathering darkness.
His men arose from their rest, gathering to themselves their weapons and armour as Lucan strode through their encampment. Through the gathering storm of wrath, he could just barely make out the slight, dark-haired form of his sister, addressing 20 of her 'finest' men. Psychotics, thieves, lunatics, blasphemers, and, most terrible and fearsome to behold, the arsonists, standing out from the rest by their flame-scorched overalls, the traditional chem-inhaler tanks discarded in favour of the massive fuel reserves they carried. Enough promethium to fill the entire sewers in a blaze fro one end to the other, not counting the chemical incendiaries they carried in both grenades, and the ammunition already being loaded into those fearsome, heavy-barreled Naval shotguns, sitting in the men's grasp like great black-backed sharks, brought to heel by the ferocity and cruelty of the men whom carried them.
"Alright" said Jail, her voice soft, calm, and so commanding that each and every man had no choice but listen, the cool words slowly carving their message onto the fabric of their souls. This, was the very essence, the very ideal of command - this inbuilt, instinctive authority that formed part of the Lucan heritage. "The plan is simple. We, along with supporting forces, will move along the sewer tunnels, cleaning out any Orks on the way. Rendevous with other Imperial forces - and remember-" she snarled, levelling a finger at the entire band, who stepped back, as if confronted by some savage and dangerous animal "there will be Sisters of Battle present. So no blasphemy, no cursing, and pray try not to make sarcastic remarks about women fighting. Or you'll answer to me?"
The men nodded.
"Right, where was I? Rendevous with allies, clear the powerplant's lower levels, plant demolitions, blow the frakking thing sky-high, and extract. I will be leading this operation. Taelos, you're on Second line, Gardon, once we reach the plant, I want your men to backtrack and, check, booby-trap the extraction route. We're coming out of their hotter than we're going in, so I want those damn Xenos to feel some pain when they pursue. Alright? We're hitching a ride to the start line, operation begins...in three hours."
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 18, 2009 19:19:09 GMT -5
Asis stood in front of her assembled company. The troopers in each squad already had run the plan over many times, and would know it by heart now. So she didn't have anything to contribute to the briefing. Captain Kirlia Asis just stood there, and then finally spoke.
"You know the music. Now it's time to dance."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Aug 20, 2009 12:53:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Moving it ahead now. Our main force is headed back to the Fort. If you have any wounded there from the fight to take the Fort or the battle with the Armoured Company who have recovered, now's the time to pull them back into the unit.)
As the column of tanks and trucks left Factory City 2, headed for the Fort, the Screening Force was setting up to the North of Factory City 3.
Van sat at the console of Eagle Eye 2. "All units, begin operations."
Artillery began to crash into the city, seeking out enemy guns and armour formations. navy observation aircraft, circling high above, began to send out coordinates to the guns, to help the shells fall with greater accuracy.
A dozen Cargo 8's began churning out thick black smoke, driving back and forth across the sand to generate the appearance of massive armour formations.
A handful of Sentinel Squadrons began to make hit and run attacks against the outskirts of the city, hoping to bait out the Lootas which lurked within.
Van flipped a switch on the console, and the dummy transmissions began to broadcast. They were a mix of recorded vox traffic from the 281st's second tour at Armageddon and their nine month stint at the Cadian Gate. Mashed together, it sounded like a rather massive force of armour and infantry was about to assault the city.
Van hoped this would work.
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Post by Melissia on Aug 20, 2009 14:28:03 GMT -5
A sizeable group of Orks dressed mostly in blue with a startlingly large amount of "upgraded" Imperial weaponry began to move towards the edge of the city, using their primitive methods of attempting to scan the sentinel sightings... then, as enough of them gathered together, the energy of their gestalt psychic fields pushed them onwards, urging them to roar forwards with the infamous shouts of "WAAAGH!", chasing after the sentinels when they were finally spotted... seeing one more thing to loot-- what luck they must have!
Waiting outside a shrine just outside the city, the Sister offered her own sitrep."Sororitas are ready to be deployed. I am keeping my vehicles in place at the entrance, vigilant and ready to fend off Orks or pick us up-- just in case. We will split up at the soonest possibiltiy as planned."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Aug 20, 2009 16:00:47 GMT -5
"Legion stands ready" intoned Jail, the howl of her Valkyries fading into the distance as they dusted off, the coloumn of sand kicking up in their wake like some feudal pennant, her Chem-Dogs standing ready at the entrance.
"Thunderbolt acknowledges. Thunderbolt arises" responded her brother, his harsh, savage tones distorting all the more over the static-ridden vox lines. "Take care, Legion."
"And you Thunderbolt. Death or Glory."
"Sturm und Drang." Lucan signed off.
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Post by Kaikelx on Aug 20, 2009 19:51:42 GMT -5
"This is Lancer....Operations underway. Whoa, they look mad....."
"Royals, calling it in. This is going to be close....."
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Post by Srgt. Master on Aug 24, 2009 19:58:58 GMT -5
"This is James here, keep at it, looks like most of them are going for you!"
changing his chanel to Dunbar's command line, he awaited for the order to move out.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 26, 2009 14:42:27 GMT -5
"Well, this looks interesting" growled Lucan, as his Valkyrie swept over the city, leading the charge from the van as ever. "Gentlemen, change of plan. We're performing strike and rooftop firesupport until the infilitrators take down the enemy command centre's Void shields. After than, we'll reorg and capture the 'Centre."
"Where the hell is Royals?" snapped Lucan, cursing Dunbar's apparant failure to take command of the offensive.
"Sir, what we're getting from starboard recon is that enemy fire just scrapped most of the groundie vox-nets. We're getting through on our own command net, but it looks like the anything above regimental level just got melted into sludge" reported his Vox-Officer, a dour, stolid Vostroyan, still resplendant in Shako and black greatcoat despite the punishing heat, the brazen gleam of his armour shining in the dawn sunlight like fire.
"That's screwed. Victen, signal ground-units to re-route communications through the Comm Valk. Have the lads switch to internal comms, and pray to the Emperor."
"I'll be doing that a lot" grumbled Victen, as he relayed the message. It was grimmer than looked, for the Air Cav. With ground units transmissions being relayed through the CommValk, there was no way any of the advanced sensory equipment could even be powered up, let alone if the techpriest and the Engineers onboard could have handled both mammoth tasks. In essence, they were going in blind.
"All units, prepare to engage...."
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Post by Kaikelx on Sept 26, 2009 15:43:02 GMT -5
"Damn, can anyone here us!?"
Asis cursed. She had been in the middle of a transmission with Nickar, when the comms got cut. Kai-Tan comms never got cut.
"Lancer, this is Royals. Do you respond, over?"
Suddenly, something came through, it wasn't Nickar's voice, it was the voice of Lucan.
"All---its-----t---engage."
Engage. The signal.
"This is Asis. 1st coy, do you read?"
After receiving confirmations from the lieutenants, Asis tried one last attempt at hailing Nickar, and was met with another failure.
"Damn...Listen up everyone, the ground-pounders are having trouble getting their mouths and ears open, and looks like the Air Cav boys are going in. So we're going with them. Prepare to drop!"
With that, the cannons on the landers spun open, and the landers slowed, preparing for the launching of the drop pods.
"Royals, to any allied forces that can hear us, be advised, we are dropping, we are dropping."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Sept 27, 2009 8:50:23 GMT -5
"Royals is down for the count, Asis. Plasma artillery hit the bunker, recon says we can't tell who's survived, but the comm-net is scrap metal. All units, route vox-transmissions through relay A-2-652, and procede with the offensive! I repeat, all units, begin the offensive!" Lucan bellowed, as if sheer force of will and rage would allow his words to cut through the distortion of the aftereffect.
Waiting would lose them the element of surprise. Stalling too. Hell, in all likelihood some of the Orks already knew where they were, he thought, smiling as he watched the first Valkyrie drop away like a fiery swallow, arcing downward to begin the first, massive attack run.
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