Waaaaaagh
04-12-2005, 14:28
(OOC: Okay, this intro is closed at the moment, but if anyone wants to propose an RP, I'd like to do a few one-on-one RPs with certain empires finding my little Ork Empire. Basically, my Orks have just taken this former human planet and is going to capture the technology for constructing ships and weapons, so as to allow me to start expanding later on. Also, comments are welcome.)
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The western fringes of the former Imperium of Man have been beset by Alien menaces since the Emperor’s Great Crusade to reunite humanity. Attacked by Eldar, Ork and Tyranid alike, planets in the Segmentum Pacificus had always struggled to stand firm against these incursions with the full backing of the Imperial Guard and the Holy Fleet as they fought united under the shining light of the God-Emperor.
Than the Imperium fell. Left with diminishing supplies of food and ammunition, a constant attacking force and no way of being reinforced or evacuated from a dead Empire, many of the planets on the western fringe fell quickly to the tide of Xenos that drowned much of humanity in an orgy of blood and violence.
One such planet, sitting on the very border of the former Imperium, was Danubus III. A glistening jewel in the crown of the Danubus system, it had served as the main staging point for both the Navy and the Ground Forces of the God-Emperor in their activities in the west since its reunification. When the Imperium fell, it had been standing defiantly against the tide of an Ork Waaaaaagh that had been on the verge of losing its invasion. This quickly changed.
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Ghazgaroth stood on the hilltop overlooking Danubus City and grinned, his massive jaw setting in a slavering smile that showed his immense crooked teeth stained with the blood of the Imperium. Below him, in the valley that held the Hive capital of the planet, the ‘Boyz’ of his army ripped and tore at the Guardsman that vainly attempted to protect their last place of human salvation from the green tide that wished to wipe them from the face of the planet.
The huge Ork turned to face one of his inferiors, his technology-adapted frame dwarfing the smaller green-skins nearby. Ghazgaroth had seen battles, and this was one of his easier encounters. His left arm had been completely ripped off in a fight with another Ork clan during the organisation of the Waaaaaagh, and had been replaced by a large, intimidating twin-barrelled Bolter gun, whilst his right hand had been incinerated recently in combat with an Imperial Hellhound, and in its place sat a large claw that hummed idly, its reaction connected into the Warboss’ muscle reflexes by a particularly smart Mek-Boy. A third, robotic arm displaying a massive buzz-saw blade had been grafted below this claw, connected to activate when the claw was closed. The mighty leader loomed over one of his smaller counterparts that had been chosen as an assistant, and bared his teeth with a growl.
“Dem Humies is tearin’ me Boyz apart!” He roared, stomping a foot and causing the ground to shake. “Where’z me big shooty tings?”
The smaller Ork cowered in the face of his titanic superior. “Yer big shooty tings iz on the way, Boss,” he stammered, shielding his face from the rancid, meaty breath of his leader. “Dey got stuck in a fight wiv some Humie tanks, but deyz on der way now.”
Growling in anger, Ghazgaroth turned back to the battle. His Orks had managed to gain some ground on the stubborn remnants of the 812th Cadian Imperial Guard that held back their bloodthirsty assault, but now the Boyz were in range of the cities emplaced weapon systems. As he watched, massive twin-linked Lascannons and super-heavy Bolter emplacements swivelled to bear on his forces and unleash a continuous hellfire of lead and laser. A missile from one of the cities rocket defences roared forth and struck a large group of Rokkit Boyz that had been attacking the city walls in an attempt to create a beachhead.
Ghazgaroth snarled in fury once again. His assault was beginning to look shaky, and the Warboss hated losing. In rage, he swivelled on his armoured torso and grabbed a Gretchen that had been tending to a nearby Wartruk, squeezing the small green slave in his massive grip and cutting the creature in half as his buzz-saw roared to life automatically. He threw the corpse part of the way down the hill and emitted a throaty sigh.
“Alright!” He suddenly yelled to his sub-commanders, who jumped at the sound of his voice. “Tell da Boyz to pull back to da bottom ov de hill, and wait for da big shooty tings.”
One of his Sub-Commanders looked at him in astonishment. “But we’z Orks!” He cried. “We’z don’t pull back. Pulling back is for da Humies!”
Ghazgaroth grinned again, slobbering over his two massive teeth. “Dat’s why me da Warboss and you aint. Now DO IT!” He bellowed at the smaller Ork, leaning his face down closer. The Ork cowered, and ran off down the hill with his other counterparts.
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Lieutenant Colonel Horatio Grimm reloaded his Laspistol and crouched down underneath the bunker window to observe the Ork attack. Grimm had fought losing battles before, and this was a losing battle, without question. He’d turned losing battles around before, but without the support of a wider Imperium, he knew they would die today.
‘Well,’ Grimm thought as he locked his Laspistol magazine into position and took aim at the Greenskins. ‘I’m dying with a pile of these bastards lying at my feet.’
Turning to a Sergeant attached to his squad, he barked out the man’s name. “Hardy, get me a Heavy Support detachment to reinforce the third sector of the east wall; the superstructure is starting to show signs of damage.”
Hardy nodded, and moved off to issue Grimm’s orders. Next to the Lieutenant Colonel, Commissar Faustus reloaded his own weapon and fired several shots at the Orks. “They seem to be retreating, Sir!” He exclaimed, as the Ork forces began falling back under the supporting fire of the city’s weapons.
Grimm set his mouth in a thin line. “Orks only retreat to regroup, Commissar.” He glanced over at the other officer. “A man of your experience should know that.”
Faustus looked across at his CO. “But surely we will be victorious! Look how the Greenskins run; it’s only a matter-”
The rest of his words were drowned out by a terrific roar, followed by a massive explosion that shook the bunker like a plastic toy. Grimm automatically ducked, shielding his head from the falling debris of the roof, before looking up through the window. “What the hell was that?” he yelled. Then he heard Faustus gasp, and followed the Commissars gaze.
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The Ork Titan shuddered over the lip of the valley and wheezed to a halt, steam and fumes hissing from exhaust vents and ramshackle armour. Standing nearly 100 feet tall, the huge killing machine resembled a massive Killa Kan, bristling with guns and missile weapons. It rotated on its torso to face the weakened wall, and let forth several missiles from a pod on its upper arm. The wall erupted in a flash of light, armour and rockcrete flying in every direction and causing a huge hole in the side of the entrenchments.
Ghazgaroth roared in delight, joined quickly by several of the Orks standing around him. The wall was breached. “Come on, Boyz!” he yelled. “We’z got a way in! We’z take da city and capture da technology.” He lifted his head to the sky and roared. “WAAAAAAGH!”
The roar echoed over the entire battlefield, quickly joined by each Ork on the battlefield as they charged towards the whole in the defences, and the last human outpost on the planet.
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The western fringes of the former Imperium of Man have been beset by Alien menaces since the Emperor’s Great Crusade to reunite humanity. Attacked by Eldar, Ork and Tyranid alike, planets in the Segmentum Pacificus had always struggled to stand firm against these incursions with the full backing of the Imperial Guard and the Holy Fleet as they fought united under the shining light of the God-Emperor.
Than the Imperium fell. Left with diminishing supplies of food and ammunition, a constant attacking force and no way of being reinforced or evacuated from a dead Empire, many of the planets on the western fringe fell quickly to the tide of Xenos that drowned much of humanity in an orgy of blood and violence.
One such planet, sitting on the very border of the former Imperium, was Danubus III. A glistening jewel in the crown of the Danubus system, it had served as the main staging point for both the Navy and the Ground Forces of the God-Emperor in their activities in the west since its reunification. When the Imperium fell, it had been standing defiantly against the tide of an Ork Waaaaaagh that had been on the verge of losing its invasion. This quickly changed.
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Ghazgaroth stood on the hilltop overlooking Danubus City and grinned, his massive jaw setting in a slavering smile that showed his immense crooked teeth stained with the blood of the Imperium. Below him, in the valley that held the Hive capital of the planet, the ‘Boyz’ of his army ripped and tore at the Guardsman that vainly attempted to protect their last place of human salvation from the green tide that wished to wipe them from the face of the planet.
The huge Ork turned to face one of his inferiors, his technology-adapted frame dwarfing the smaller green-skins nearby. Ghazgaroth had seen battles, and this was one of his easier encounters. His left arm had been completely ripped off in a fight with another Ork clan during the organisation of the Waaaaaagh, and had been replaced by a large, intimidating twin-barrelled Bolter gun, whilst his right hand had been incinerated recently in combat with an Imperial Hellhound, and in its place sat a large claw that hummed idly, its reaction connected into the Warboss’ muscle reflexes by a particularly smart Mek-Boy. A third, robotic arm displaying a massive buzz-saw blade had been grafted below this claw, connected to activate when the claw was closed. The mighty leader loomed over one of his smaller counterparts that had been chosen as an assistant, and bared his teeth with a growl.
“Dem Humies is tearin’ me Boyz apart!” He roared, stomping a foot and causing the ground to shake. “Where’z me big shooty tings?”
The smaller Ork cowered in the face of his titanic superior. “Yer big shooty tings iz on the way, Boss,” he stammered, shielding his face from the rancid, meaty breath of his leader. “Dey got stuck in a fight wiv some Humie tanks, but deyz on der way now.”
Growling in anger, Ghazgaroth turned back to the battle. His Orks had managed to gain some ground on the stubborn remnants of the 812th Cadian Imperial Guard that held back their bloodthirsty assault, but now the Boyz were in range of the cities emplaced weapon systems. As he watched, massive twin-linked Lascannons and super-heavy Bolter emplacements swivelled to bear on his forces and unleash a continuous hellfire of lead and laser. A missile from one of the cities rocket defences roared forth and struck a large group of Rokkit Boyz that had been attacking the city walls in an attempt to create a beachhead.
Ghazgaroth snarled in fury once again. His assault was beginning to look shaky, and the Warboss hated losing. In rage, he swivelled on his armoured torso and grabbed a Gretchen that had been tending to a nearby Wartruk, squeezing the small green slave in his massive grip and cutting the creature in half as his buzz-saw roared to life automatically. He threw the corpse part of the way down the hill and emitted a throaty sigh.
“Alright!” He suddenly yelled to his sub-commanders, who jumped at the sound of his voice. “Tell da Boyz to pull back to da bottom ov de hill, and wait for da big shooty tings.”
One of his Sub-Commanders looked at him in astonishment. “But we’z Orks!” He cried. “We’z don’t pull back. Pulling back is for da Humies!”
Ghazgaroth grinned again, slobbering over his two massive teeth. “Dat’s why me da Warboss and you aint. Now DO IT!” He bellowed at the smaller Ork, leaning his face down closer. The Ork cowered, and ran off down the hill with his other counterparts.
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Lieutenant Colonel Horatio Grimm reloaded his Laspistol and crouched down underneath the bunker window to observe the Ork attack. Grimm had fought losing battles before, and this was a losing battle, without question. He’d turned losing battles around before, but without the support of a wider Imperium, he knew they would die today.
‘Well,’ Grimm thought as he locked his Laspistol magazine into position and took aim at the Greenskins. ‘I’m dying with a pile of these bastards lying at my feet.’
Turning to a Sergeant attached to his squad, he barked out the man’s name. “Hardy, get me a Heavy Support detachment to reinforce the third sector of the east wall; the superstructure is starting to show signs of damage.”
Hardy nodded, and moved off to issue Grimm’s orders. Next to the Lieutenant Colonel, Commissar Faustus reloaded his own weapon and fired several shots at the Orks. “They seem to be retreating, Sir!” He exclaimed, as the Ork forces began falling back under the supporting fire of the city’s weapons.
Grimm set his mouth in a thin line. “Orks only retreat to regroup, Commissar.” He glanced over at the other officer. “A man of your experience should know that.”
Faustus looked across at his CO. “But surely we will be victorious! Look how the Greenskins run; it’s only a matter-”
The rest of his words were drowned out by a terrific roar, followed by a massive explosion that shook the bunker like a plastic toy. Grimm automatically ducked, shielding his head from the falling debris of the roof, before looking up through the window. “What the hell was that?” he yelled. Then he heard Faustus gasp, and followed the Commissars gaze.
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The Ork Titan shuddered over the lip of the valley and wheezed to a halt, steam and fumes hissing from exhaust vents and ramshackle armour. Standing nearly 100 feet tall, the huge killing machine resembled a massive Killa Kan, bristling with guns and missile weapons. It rotated on its torso to face the weakened wall, and let forth several missiles from a pod on its upper arm. The wall erupted in a flash of light, armour and rockcrete flying in every direction and causing a huge hole in the side of the entrenchments.
Ghazgaroth roared in delight, joined quickly by several of the Orks standing around him. The wall was breached. “Come on, Boyz!” he yelled. “We’z got a way in! We’z take da city and capture da technology.” He lifted his head to the sky and roared. “WAAAAAAGH!”
The roar echoed over the entire battlefield, quickly joined by each Ork on the battlefield as they charged towards the whole in the defences, and the last human outpost on the planet.