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Post by Melissia on Jul 15, 2009 10:54:10 GMT -5
"Uh... I think I can manage that... especially the not dying part..."
Loading a new battery into her lasrifle, she still tried to get used to the extra weight of flak armor and having both a combat shotgun and her rifle with her, nevermind the combat blade she was issued, a knife large enough to be considered a cross between a long knife and a short sword. Certainly, this was more equipment than she was used to having anyway.
"OI! Da base iddn't respondin' to my radio! Dem gitz better not 'ave broken it, er I'll krump 'em good! Aarrghll... boyz, get yer gunz ready, we's gonna come in and krump all o' doze gitz. Dey'll be easy after fightin' alll doze gene-sneakerz."
The boyz laughed and wooped, readying themselves for another battle, although they think it's merely against the remaining meks and boyz that used to be in the fortress...
[ooc] Rolling Thunder, I put it up for a vote. I didn't vote myself, and it was pretty much a unanimous no. The problem with "posts once per day" is that, aside from the fact that it makes the rp go at a snail's pace, it makes conversations literally impossible. And this roleplay has already been going somewhat slow in comparison to the last roleplay, taking several days for what is effectively a very minor skirmish that lasted only a few minutes. If you feel that, despite this, it's STILL going too fast for you, then I can only suggest you do one of two things: Put up with it, or leave the roleplay.
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 15, 2009 11:03:59 GMT -5
"We'll be with them in a moment," Fenera whispered to her companions.
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JAra'naxifus held his breath as he started his first attack. He slipped out from behind a dune and faced the rear of the orkish force. His bright lance picked one of the rolling orkish vehicles: plated with armor, and carrying two tank turrets. In a flash of white laserfire, a plume of flame leapt from the back of the vehicle, consuming its rear. The machine was not destroyed, but the damage was considerable. The waveserpent withdrew before and of the orks had a chance to see him. He would have to relocate quickly and fire again from another angle.
'This is a lot harder than ambushing supply convoys,' he thought as he sped away from the orks and searched for another dune or rock to strike from behind.
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Post by The Refined Gentleman (M.I.A) on Jul 15, 2009 11:11:13 GMT -5
OOC: I caused a bit of inconvenience so i pulled out.
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 15, 2009 12:01:35 GMT -5
Mhaldin didn't like leaving his trucks behind, but the humans were too generous with their offer. Hopping up with Fenera and the other rangers onto the column of, what the humans called "chimeras" that showed up, he accepted the invitation of the driver with a smile.
"Right, take us there, just so long as we don't die," he said. Fenera elbowed him.
"Jara'naxifus," she whispered. "We've joined the guard."
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"Understood," Jara'naxifus replied as he ducked out from behind a rock and fired, then withdrew. He'd just managed to see a burning pop leap up from another orkish vehicle. So far they hadn't fired back: distracted by something else. But he could not be careless. He relocated and prepared to take his third shot of the battle.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 15, 2009 12:43:45 GMT -5
Across the desert sands, the reconnissance element of Lucan's company - four massive, heavy-winged vulture gunships and a solitary Valkyrie, carrying the man himself, his command element, and a conscripted vox-officer from one of the less-important regiments that had been milling about the fort.
"Right" cried Lucan, using the full force of his lungs to shout over the monstrous howl of the winged beast he rode. "This is the plan. 1, 2, 3 and 4 will come over and shoot the bastards into oblivion from the skies. You, son" he said, gesturing to the hapless ensign "will remain in this Valkyrie, and co-ordinate with the ground batteries to ensure the fire is accuratte enough that we don't have to make a second pass. And Emperor help you if I have to make a second pass" he concluded, glaring madly at the terrified young officer. With that, Lucan turned away, and, after a moment, a member of his bodyguard pulled himself next to his commander.
"Not going to tell him we always make a second pass?"
"Enough about your love life" grunted Lucan, an involunatary smile creasing his features. "Vox-man....summon the company."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 15, 2009 13:49:46 GMT -5
"Alright, we're here. Dig in next to the tanks. Chimeras wait on station behind the dunes. Get some camo netting stretched over them, damnit." Van Dremmond stepped out of his Chimera as they arrived at Dunbar's position, and waved at Lt. Ketterman. "Same deal with your boys. get the infantry set up with the armour, and dig in. Have your Chimeras hid behind the dunes until we need them."
He touched his commbead. "Royals, deploy with the Adoreans. The militia can stick with our guys." He switched channels "Alpha Wolf, set your troops up across from us and dig in. I'm detailing 6 Scout Sentinels to you. Have them raid the front of the Ork Column after the Arty hits it. We'll work the back."
He turned to Telena. "Get dug in, and keep your head down."
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 15, 2009 13:53:37 GMT -5
"This is Royals. We are deploying. Good hunting, over."
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Post by nicholasakira on Jul 15, 2009 14:00:21 GMT -5
"Let's go," Fenera said to her comrades as they disembarked.
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Post by The Envoy (AWOL) on Jul 15, 2009 14:09:30 GMT -5
The Adorean armor crept over the sands of Shiraba II, the Vanquisher's, draped in Camo Nets to cover their colors from sight, sat on the left side of the Arnhem Vanquisher. The Negotiator's took up position overlooking the distant sands. On the edge of the fortress, sat Andromeda and Malleus, their Nova Cannons swaying left and right as they waited for the Orks to appear on the horizon.
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 15, 2009 14:17:46 GMT -5
Chaplain Aulus approached the palpatine.
''I am sorry we are late mistress. We had to get some extra flamer fuel. Armand, Sextus, Tertulus, Lucilius and Amatus you are with me. Brother Symmachus, you will carry the company banner until Armand returns.''
''Yes brother chaplain.'' Symmachus answered.
Aulus turned his attention back to the palpatine.
''Lets go, shall we?''
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Post by Melissia on Jul 15, 2009 15:54:01 GMT -5
"Uh... yes sir." She started to dig, though it was obvious that she hadn't ever done this befoer and was just trying to copy what the actual soldiers were doing. But then, that's what you get when someone doesn't even go through basic training.
[ooc: Palatine. As in, "a high-level official attached to imperial or royal courts", the chamberlains of the roman emperor. The title is the lowest rank of Sororitas that are (officially, at least) able to lead groups of Battle Sisters, but not in command of anything larger than a small force. The various levels of Canoness lead larger forces or entire organizational levels (-- Missionary, -- Commander, -- Preceptor, -- Superior), and then finally the Abbess Sanctorum, of whom there is officially noone filling the position during current 40K fluff (why this is, GW has not yet explained).]
"Indeed, battle-brother. We have finished our prayers, and now it is time for action." The woman's slightly mechanical voice-- due to the vox in her helmet-- was solemn, as she took this job very seriously. With combi-flamer slung against her back and holding a sizeable power axe that looked as if it had the raw power to cut a rhino in two, the Sororitas leader presented a very striking image. The weapon was no doubt a blessed artefact of the Ecclesiarchy, a weapon of one of the saints of old passed down through the Sororitas in honor of that saint.THe Sisters formed ranks of ten, the first rank kneeling, the second rank standing, with the four flamers in the front. They were absolutely ready for battle from the moment the elevator got low enough that they could see into the room.
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Post by Melissia on Jul 15, 2009 22:26:26 GMT -5
As the Orks were coming in hot on the fortress, excited about their new fight-- even if it was their own boyz-- they were simply unprepared for humans. But why would they be prepared? The runty humans were killed, after all.
Or so they thought. But they were proven wrong, with authority-- ten earthshaker rounds blanketed the front line of the Ork advance, and siege mortars soon joined in afterwards, spraying hot lead shrapnel through the air and rippign into the flesh of the Orks, unprotected by their open-topped vehicles. A good number of the faster Trukks were taken out in thef rist barrage, but there were still plenty left-- only around seventeen of the lightly armored transport vehicles were destroyed in the initial barrage, and a single looted Leman Russ had its turret demolished, although it wasn't taken down completely. This only seemed to anger the Orks however, and their drivers hit full throttle, enraged that the humans would DARE hide for so long and then come back to hit them from behind!
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Post by Helmian (M.I.A) on Jul 16, 2009 13:59:52 GMT -5
The marines checked their bolters and Sextus prepared his flamer, Aulus loaded a new magazine into his bolt pistol and cocked it.
''Leave non alive brothers.'' Aulus said.
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Post by The Envoy (AWOL) on Jul 16, 2009 16:42:59 GMT -5
From inside the Vanquisher "Bane of Tyrants" Commander Alsen Varderra gave a slight smirk at the Ork column.
"Let's have at 'em men," he said to his crew, and with a massive boom, the barrel erupted at the lead Ork vehicle in tandem with "Knight Errant."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 16, 2009 17:21:55 GMT -5
(Presume this is coming in before any of the other shooting)
"Thunder , this is Thunder One. Enemy sighted, beginning attack run."
"Copy Thunder One. We'll follow your lead."
And with those words, it began. Over the horizon, they appeared, first as black, shining dots, near-invisible in the burning desert air until they lowered themselves, and a massive, billowing dust trail began to kick up off the desert floor - a gargantuan wall of sand trailing in their wake like some ancient, monstrous evil in pursuit. At the van, the four command Valkyries flew, their inridescent, black hulls gleaming in the desert sun, the whoops and warcries of the occupants within lost, swept away and conquered by the primal, inhuman howl of the engines, a lifeless scream that ended in a single, shattering cry of fury as the orks came into range, and, as one, they opened fire.
Laser fire flared, and, from the wings, a swarm of Hellstrike missiles detached themselves and arced away into the distance, their rocket trails visible even in the brilliance of the sunlight, and the thunderous, shattering eruption of fuel and explosives as the enemy Baneblade erupted into a towering pillar of fire, the heat death of it's munitions rising up in an all-destroying fireball that consumed everything it touched. A crude battlewagon pancaked, it's superstructure crumpling inwards as a lascannon round scythed through it's hull, ripping the vehicle apart under it's own weight and momentum. Countless Trukks and tanks died, weaponery ripped apart, treads and wheels shredded and crew members crushed, pulped or simply consumed by the burning, careening wreck of what had once been their craft as it broke, and scattered apart into so many burning fragments. In the corner of his eye, Lucan watched as one of his Valkyries caught an enemy shell at the fuselage joint, the massive, armoured blade of a wing folding up like tissue paper as the craft plunged earthwards, ripping up the earth in it's path like a rampaging, subterrenean creature tearing it's way out from the planet's crust. As he and his wingman circled, taking the oppurtunity to add their small arms to the Sturm und Drang erupting all about them, Lucan noticed that fire was still coming from one of the door guns.
"Screw this" he snarled. "Command, I have a Valkyrie down. I repeat - we have a Valkyrie down. Damnit - Brooks, can you hear me!?"
"Here sir" came the reply, faint and weak. "Gimletson is gone, and most of Grieg's squad too. We're down to four men, and those greenies don't look happy."
"Hold on sergeant -we're coming to get you!" replied Lucan, and, with a curt gesture to his pilot, set his Valkyrie on an earthward course....
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 16, 2009 17:23:05 GMT -5
Dunbar watched through the gun sights as the air power smashed apart the Ork column. Stracers lit the sky with dazzeling sheets of fire. He noticed, with some pleasure, that most of the heavy armour was still intact, including the the . He adjusted the gun's angle, tracking the lead vehicle in the column, a looted Russ. A pole adorned with skulls was bolted to the turret.
"Target sighted, 87 meters. Armour."
He picked up his vox head. After a pause, he whispered into it. "Turn them to ash."
Lifeguard's cannon roared.
(Envoy will move his after he gets back.)
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 16, 2009 17:42:06 GMT -5
"Thunder, this is Royals, I have snipers in the area. I can detail them to support your men, over."
"Light 'em up!"
"Hah! Eat my rifle greenies!"
The 7 snipers of 4th platoon started shooting. Of course, they were wondering how they were supposed to kill a tank with a rifle. But they'd managed.
Sergeant Vraks grimaced. He wasn't used to missing, even though it was against an Ork driving a truck....
"Dammit.......Dammit.......Dammit......"
He steadied his aim, and then......
One Ork truckk, and a nearby truckk exploded into a giant ball of flame. The driver had a clean round put straight through his head, and had swerved into another truck, killing, or at least hihgly mangling all of the Orks inside.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 16, 2009 17:48:26 GMT -5
From inside the Vanquisher "Bane of Tyrants" Commander Alsen Varderra gave a slight smirk at the Ork column. "Let's have at 'em men," he said to his crew, and with a massive boom, the barrel erupted at the lead Ork vehicle in tandem with "Knight Errant."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 16, 2009 17:56:03 GMT -5
"Let's kick some arse!"
Gate Crasher loosed a shell into the rear armour of an armoured transport, ripping it, and it's occupants, apart in a cloud of fire and blood. Beside him, Thrasher blasted away at a looted Russ, smashing in the side of it's turret. A shell from one of the Adorean tanks on the other side of the Orks finished the wounded beast off, blasting the crumpled turret into the air.
Tracers and lasfire erupted from the dunes as Grendel and the Shiriban mechanized infantry opened fire. The Chimeras rolled up behind them, adding sheets of Multilaser bursts and Heavy Bolter rounds to the storm of fire.
Joker and Linebacker engaged, stitching lines of Autocannon shells across the rear of the Ork column. Stormfront and Grinder rolled out from their hiding places, conquerer cannons blowing apart the few vehicles at the head of the column untouched by the Valkyrie's attack run.
Both ends of the column burned like funeral pyres as the Shiriban Armoured Sentinels began to make harassing attacks.
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"Frak." Van Dremmond watched the stricken Valkyrie fall to the earth. he keyed his commbead. "Lifeguard, this is Grendel. There's a bird down. Should we move Badger in to support?" "Negative, Grendel, it's not our problem. 'But..." "Not. Our. Problem. Hold position and keep up the rate of fire."
"To hell with him" muttered Van Dremmond as he switched channels. "Thunder, this is Grendel. Do you want us to detail some fast movers to assist your downed bird?"
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"Knight Errant, Bane of Tyrants, this is Lifeguard. I've got some damaged plating on the side of the looted Baneblade. Recommend you prosecute the turret from your angle as I engage the damaged area. Copy?"
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Jul 16, 2009 18:01:28 GMT -5
OOC: Going to sleep. Will be able to post more post 12:30 (half day tommorow).
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Post by Kaikelx on Jul 16, 2009 18:20:42 GMT -5
"Lifeguard, this is Royals, come on now, my snipers and I can shoot up any Ork dumb enough to show up near them....If a tank shows though....."
Vraks contiuned sniping gunners, drives, and the occasional straggler.....It was tough work. Out of the corner of his scope, he saw an Ork aim a rokkit at a nearby tank, and fired.
Luckily, it missed.
"Oh no you don't...."
One second later, the Ork was still standing. Only, it's head was missing.
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Post by The Envoy (AWOL) on Jul 16, 2009 18:32:54 GMT -5
Commander Varderra opened a link over his comm, "We copy Lifeguard, and are realigning on this new target." The Vanquisher's turret pointed itself downrange at the Ork's looted Baneblade, and with a howl, it unleashed it's deadly ammunition into the vehicle. With a roaring crash, it bounced into the side of the super heavy tank, ripping something off.
"Too high Stevens," bellowed Varderra, "bring the gun down a little!"
Next to Bane of Tyrants, Knight Errant fired as well. It's own shell aimed a little too high on the Baneblade.
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 16, 2009 18:50:18 GMT -5
Dunbar closed his eyes for a second, the schematics for a Baneblade flashing through his head.
"Target, Super Heavy. Range, 120 meters. Immobilizing"
He trained the sights on the rear of damaged side armour, and fired. The shell smashed into the side of the tank. The beast's engine began to screech, and plumes of black smoke began to pour out of the rear of the vehicle, but it kept moving, slowly traversing it's cannon toward him. Dunbar blinked.
"Well, sh*t. Let's try again."
He fired a second time, and hit dead on. The behemoth let out a tortured howl and ground to a stop, it's engine compartment in flames. The gun continued to turn toward Lifeguard.
"Tyrant, Knight, engage the rear armour on the turret, if you please. That's where the ammo storage is for the main gun."
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A shot from a Zzap Gun punched through the front armour of Javelin, disintegrating Gunner Thompson's head and smashing apart the hull lascannon housing. Thick black smoke began to fill the tank.
"Everyone out!" bellowed Sgt. Van Owen. He grabbed his Ventro and pushed himself out of the hatch, jumping down into the sand beside his stricken tank. Gunner Halter and Loader Trent followed, clutching their carbines. The three tankers dashed over to the nearest friendly infantry, a group of Militia fighters. Van Owen threw himself into the sand next to one. "Lovely day in the desert, isn't it?" he asked with a grin as he let loose a burst from his Ventro.
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Post by The Envoy (AWOL) on Jul 16, 2009 19:00:49 GMT -5
Vanderra smiled inside his Vanquisher.
"Open fire on the rear of the turret. I've been looking forward to some fireworks," he said to his crew.
With another howl, two AT shells from the Vanquishers plowed into the rear of the Ork Baneblade. The shell from Knight Errant tore open a massive hole in turret, causing it to spin from the sheer force of impact. A split second later, the shell from Bane of Tyrants struck the ammunition housing. With an earth shattering explosion, the Baneblade turret exploded, the flames into the vehicle, baking anything and everything inside it's massive frame.
"Sir, we have a kill," confirmed the Gunner.
Vanderra opened a line, "How'd you like the fireworks Dunbar?"
With a roar, a plume of sand blasted up in front of Van Owen and the militia, sending Orks and vehicle parts scattering all over.
Over the general bead they heard the voice of Andromeda's commander, "This is Eradicator Andromeda. Figured you boys could use a little heavy support here in the field."
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Post by RedsandRoyals on Jul 16, 2009 19:10:30 GMT -5
"Just fine, Tyrant. You split the kill. I've got two Super Heavies already."
Lifeguard's cannon roared again, blasting apart a looted Russ desperately trying to withdraw from the carnage.
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"Much thanks, Andromeda, but we've got it from here." McVane's Salamander pulled up beside Van Owen and the militia. Walldoon and Keeley arrived on the other, and all three Salamanders began to chase streams of explosive shells across the panicked and confused Orks.
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"Catapult, this is Echo Lead. Requesting artillery barrage. Grid target 2-3-5-5. Target, Super Heavy. Fire for effect, over!" Ketterman bellowed into his vox.
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