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Last Stand, A Preclude (closed)

Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 03:41
“Foooowwaaarrd!” came the lunatic cry; the ork army surged forward like a living tide, all twenty thousand of them.

“We got humies to kill!! Take down their walls, fire dose gunz!”

The Warchief laughed manically; he lived for moments like these. Standing upon the smoldering remains of a Predator tank, the massive ork had a commanding view of the army around him… and the fortress in front of him. Even in the face of death the humies kept fighting… good for them.

Lurtz’s red eyes gleamed with insane glee, his cavernous mouth twisted into a horrible, predatory smile. This was the best Waaaaaagh! in decades. To the monster’s right, several looted basilisks opened fire, raining death on the Space Marine stronghold; to his left, shoota boyz and Leman Russ tanks advanced, firing as they did so.

“Boss,” came a cunning, cruel voice from behind the massive ork. Lurtz turned, his grin fading to a sneer.

“Wut is it, genrul?” he snapped, eyeing the slender, crafty looking half-grot with growing annoyance.

“The boyz want to know if we can bring the squiggoth forwud….” said the officer, running a hand through his greasy black hair.

“No!” the warboss barked, “I’m savin’ it for bettuh things to come… we still got a waaagh to fight. Now lead da charge, genrul.”

“But boosss,” the crafty looking ork whined, fear growing in his dark eyes.

“Get up dere,” Lurtz growled.

The sneaky looking ork complied, drawing his bolter and leading the shootahz forward.

Bolter fire filled the blood red sky like rain, flak exploded left and right…

The Warboss adjusted his chest piece- not the metal orky armor one would expect… no, his cuirass was a Bloodthirster skull. Them Chaos boyz hadn’t done too well in the face of Lurtz’s waaagh, neither had the necrons- as evidenced by the guass cannon strapped to the Warboss’s right shoulder.

Drawing a heavy chainsword in his left hand and priming the lascanon strapped to his right arm, the behemoth jumped down from his perch upon the tank and joined the push towards the fortress, screaming…

“WAAAAAAAGHHHH!!!!”
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 03:56
"Keep focusing those autocannons!" General Eisen shouted through his command vox. "They can't breach the lines!" The Half regiment, supported by a company of Space Marines, were situated in a crescent moon shaped trench, around a medium sized city. Inside the city, artillery shells rained down upon the fleeing civillians as they sprinted for the evacuation thunderhawks.
Guardsmen Sergeant Thoms shouted, "For the Emperor! Hold the line! Fire with semi-automatic until they get close, then unleash full auto lasgun!"

"The Civillians must be evacuated. We have to hold until they are!" Eisen told his Colonels.
Colonel Browe replied with a smart salute, "Aye sir! We will hold!" He grabbed his Chainsword and bolterpistol from a table and sprinted from the command bunker to the forward trenches. Bullets landed all around him as he ran to the Guardsmen.
"These Greenskins wish to take the lives of the Emperor's finest! His most devout! Are we going to allow Xeno scum to harm the Emperor?" He shouted.
"No!" the Guardsmen echoed.
"Are we going to allow them through us?" He asked.
"Hell no!" They screamed.
Raising his chainsword high above his head, then activating it, he screamed, "THEN LET'S SEND THESE FRAKKERS TO HELL!"
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 04:28
Eisen reactivated the Vox unit.

"Captain Lazarus, can we hold this line?"
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 04:29
"Heavy weapons, to the front!" Commander Lazarus boomed. "Take out those basilisisks!" The small company of Marines and Guard stood at the base of the fortress, grimly determined to hold off the Ork assault. "This line shall not fold!"

They took cover behind trenches and rubble, Guard and Space Marines arrayed in front of the Devastator and Heavy Weapons squads, protecting them from the enemy long enough for them to deliver their deadly payload. There was a heavy whumping, and nearly a score of Frag missiles were launched towards the Orkish Boyz.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 04:33
Eisen reactivated the Vox unit.

"Captain Lazarus, can we hold this line?"
"I don't know! We're devastating these Orks, but they won't stop coming! With the Emporer's blessing, we can hold them off! Forward position out!"

Lazarus paused to look back at the half-regiment arrayed behind them. His company would hold the orks off as long as they could.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 04:40
"Damnit." Eisen muttered. If those Marines couldn't hold the Orks, the Half regiment deffinatley couldn't. "Put some Earthshakers onto the Orks. That outta thin their ranks a bit." He chuckled.


"Another planet, another battle." Sergeant Mikil muttered to himself. Just one month ago, he'd been war gaming with his squad against the Regiment. Now, just three weeks later, he was back at war.....again.
"Aye sir," Squad Assistant Commander Jacobs said. He drew his bolterpistol. "Shall we?" He asked, putting a hand on Mikil's shoulder plate, and casting a wary glance to the charging greenskins.
Sighing, Mikil nodded. He put his hand on Jacobs shoulder plate and replied, "Indeed. May the Emperor protect us."
With a smile, the gray-blue eyed silver haired Jacobs replied, "He always does."
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 04:44
Lazarus saw another Guardman drop from a Shoota's attack. "Dammit, Heavy Bolters, concentrate your fire on the Shoota ranks! Make them keep their heads down or get them blown off! All Guardsmen, try to hold the Choppas back!"
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 04:46
Lurtz dove behind the ruin of a Lemun Russ tank with suprising agility as humie rokkits whizzed by, tearing massive holes in the ork charge. Behind him a basilisk exploded, incinerating the grotz nearby. The Warcheif laughed heartily... the humies still had some fight in 'em, that was good.

Despite the rockets ripping through their lines, the ork charge barreled foward... heedless of loss. For every boy that died ten more took his place. Grotz, shootaz, meks, stompaz, chompaz, and Nobz all careened foward, roaring in feral rage. The ramshackle Ork tanks joined the charge, vomiting oily smoke into the darkening sky.

The Warboss stood and rejoined the attack, halving the distance between him and the defenders in seconds. His chainsword roared to life as he fired two blasts from his lascanon, incinerating a Space Marine and eight guardsman.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 04:51
Mikil heard the Marine's command.
"Squad! Point fire! My direction!" He shouted. Alpha and Bravo teams focused Lasgun, Plasma, and bolter fire on the charging greenskins. Other guardsmen from other squads were dropping all around them.

"Medic!" One of the hit wailed.
"Private Kaine! Up!" Jacobs shouted. Private Kaine was a small, bispecticled man of about five foot three. He ran over to the hit man and gave him and began patching his wounds.
"He'll live!" he cried. "I stopped the bleeding!" the soldier, assisted by two other guardsmen, rose to his feet.
"Thanks do-" A bullet slammed through the young soldiers face, blood spit onto Kaine's glasses.
"Emperor damn them!" Kaine screamed louder than Jacobs thought possible.
"Help the others." Mikil said. "You can't save them all, but do your damndest."
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 04:55
The Warboss stood and rejoined the attack, halving the distance between him and the defenders in seconds. His chainsword roared to life as he fired two blasts from his lascanon, incinerating a Space Marine and eight guardsman.
OOC: Bit of a godmod... Try to avoid doing so again, please...
IC:

"Dammit!" He watched his brother Marine fall. "Heavy AT weapons, Krak their armor! Everyone else, hammer those Boyz!"

Lazarus cleared the jam from his storm bolter, and rejoined the fray, spraying the enemy with burst after burst of purifying ordinance. Around him, guardsmen and Marines hit the Boyz with volley after volley. Plasma bolts streaked overhead. Meanwhile, in the front trenches, the Flamers and Meltagunners waited for the enemy to get within range.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:00
OOC: Bit of a godmod... Try to avoid doing so again, please...
IC:

"Dammit!" He watched his brother Marine fall. "Heavy AT weapons, Krak their armor! Everyone else, hammer those Boyz!"

Lazarus cleared the jam from his storm bolter, and rejoined the fray, spraying the enemy with burst after burst of purifying ordinance. Around him, guardsmen and Marines hit the Boyz with volley after volley. Plasma bolts streaked overhead. Meanwhile, in the front trenches, the Flamers and Meltagunners waited for the enemy to get within range.


Just an etiquette comment, a Marine would never refer to Orks as Boyz. They'd call them Greenskins. ;)


Also, Earth Shakers are Artillery shells forged on Mars. They are EXTREMELY powerful.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:01
Just an etiquette comment, a Marine would never refer to Orks as Boyz. They'd call them Greenskins. ;)
Meh... I'll remember that.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:02
Meh... I'll remember that.


I hope i didn't sound like an ass, i didn't mean to if i did. Just a friendly comment.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:04
I hope i didn't sound like an ass, i didn't mean to if i did. Just a friendly comment.
OOC: No, you didn't. I don't know why you told me what an Earthshaker was though. I already knew. Or, at least, I could have guessed.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:05
OOC: No, you didn't. I don't know why you told me what an Earthshaker was though. I already knew. Or, at least, I could have guessed.


Sorry, i thought i wrote it. I wasn't telling you. I was telling Atlantia. He was talking about rockets making huge holes in the Ork Charge. So i assumed he was talking about the Earthshakers, but they're shells, not rockets.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:07
OOC sorry 'bout that, feel free to post Ork kills as this RP is predetermined. I know what an earthshaker is, I was talking about the rockets LNI had fired.

"Dis is fuun boss!" a nob cried, running along side Lurtz. The Warboss grinned, displaying row upon row of carnivorous teeth.

"We iz gunna... " the nob started, but was promptly ripped in two by heavy bolter fire.

The Warchief turned his full attention to the humie trench in front of him, firing his lascanon at any brave, or foolish, enough to emerge from behind the rubble.

Behind him an orky Leman Russ exploded, sending bits of searing metal soaring over the battlefeild.

"I is Lurtz the Grinnin'!" he cried, stopping just in front of the human line, heedless of fire. Around him chompas and shootas collided with with the defenders, a furious melee began.

"I hunt da Bloodthirsters for sport! I killed da Necro boyz, I stomped da chaos boyz and dere demon tings too. Who's in charge a da humies!? Come and fight me! Who's got gutz?" he screamed, lunacy and utter glee dancing in his slitted eyes.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:11
OOC: Can I have Mikil take on the Warboss, and live? I don't mean killing the Warboss either unless you wanted a change, but i'd like him to stand up to him. Mikil helped kill a Bloodthirster...he can at least hurt the Warboss and get away with it. Maybe that can be another grudge Lurtz the grinnin' can have with the Imperium, that he was embarrassed by a human.

or if that seems like a god mod, then thats ok too.


Also, nothin to be sorry about, i was just pointing something out to make you an even better 40k Rper. Hell of a job representing the Orkses though! I'm REALLY impressed!
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:13
OOC Im fine with that, as long as Mikil doesnt get away unscathed. Also, I'd like the Space Marine Champion (or w/e he's called) to answer the call next. thanks for the compliment, though
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:14
OOC Im fine with that, as long as Mikil doesnt get away unscathed. Also, I'd like the Space Marine Champion (or w/e he's called) to answer the call next


I'll have him be injured, but he's not gonna die. We'll see how it turns out, but I want him to be alive for the actual war.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:15
OOC: Well, I think Atlantia was talking about rockets because I fired a salvo at him, Wanderjar. And Atlantia, you forgot about what happens right before a melee...

IC:
When the Ork charge was mere meters from the front trench, Lazarus yelled, "Meltagunners, flamers, give 'em hell! Fix bayonets, guardsmen!" Lazarus himself armed his powerfist.

Meanwhile, the first few ranks of the Orkish charge were subjected to the intense assault of heavy flamers and cookers, making the front hot enough to turn the dirt ground to glass... The Orks were coated with burning Promethium and Pyrum.

Lazarus laughed as he moved up the line, ready to bring the fight to the Orks.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:15
OOC so do i, grudges are fun. Nice flamers, LNI
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:17
OOC so do i, grudges are fun. Nice flamers, LNI
OOC: Why, thank you. I pride myself on the purity of my promethium. And, Wanderjar, I thought your trench was a ways behind mine?
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:19
OOC: Why, thank you. I pride myself on the purity of my promethium. And, Wanderjar, I thought your trench was a ways behind mine?

Hmm...you have point. I'll take that post down and reset it once he reaches my lines.

lol screwups are funny.

lol about the promethium
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:25
Hmm...you have point. I'll take that post down and reset it once he reaches my lines.

lol screwups are funny.

lol about the promethium
OOC: Stop laughing out loud! It's not funny! :D Anyway, let the melee begin.
IC: As the flamers and meltas ran dry and failed, the Orks finally entered the trenches.

"Soldiers! Rally to me!" Lazarus shouted to the bayoneted Guardsmen. "Subjects of the Emporer, may he smile upon you know! Drive the vile greenskins out of our trenches!" He rushed forward, Terminator armor clanking. The rest of his soldiers ran with him, and power fist and bayonet met choppa on the field of battle. Lazarus laughed as the trench ran red with blood.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:28
Guardsmen Argon drove his bayonet deep into the throat of a Greenskin Nob. It's eyes opened wide, and it screamed with its remaining life force. He pulled the blade out and stabbed at another Ork.
"Die! Die! Die!" He screamed as it staggered backwards from his jabs. Then, the Ork lunged at him, and buried its choppa deep into his skull.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:33
In the trenches

Dok Grishnakh giggled girlishy as he slit a trooper down the middle. In one hand he held a comissars sword... his other hand was a flamer...

"Come on lads!" he cried in his high pitched squeal... the squeal of a lunatic, "Letz get em!!"

The dok let loose a burst of flame into the trench as his personal "serjury boyz" collided with the humies. Each of the dok's boys were operated on in some manner- some had an extra arm or two, others had chainswords for limbs... and one memorable ork had a tyranid ripper in place of a hand.

"DAKAKAKAAKAKA!!!" the dok screamed as he buried his teeth into a Guardsman's neck.

Two Leman Russ tanks, miraculously untouched by humie rokkits, rolled straight up to the trenches- crushing several choppes under their plows....

Lurtz waded straight through the chaos, still shouting his challenge

"Fight Humies! Show some Gutz! Comon!" he cried, cheering his enemy on, "Who's gunna fight me!?"

OOC dont kill the dok, pls
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:37
In the trenches

Dok Grishnakh giggled girlishy as he slit a trooper down the middle. In one hand he held a comissars sword... his other hand was a flamer...

"Come on lads!" he cried in his high pitched squeal... the squeal of a lunatic, "Letz get em!!"

The dok let loose a burst of flame into the trench as his personal "serjury boyz" collided with the humies. Each of the dok's boys were operated on in some manner- some had an extra arm or two, others had chainswords for limbs... and one memorable ork had a tyranid ripper in place of a hand.

"DAKAKAKAAKAKA!!!" the dok screamed as he buried his teeth into a Guardsman's neck.

Two Leman Russ tanks, miraculously untouched by humie rokkits, rolled straight up to the trenches- crushing several choppes under their plows....

Lurtz waded straight through the chaos, still shouting his challenge

"Fight Humies! Show some Gutz! Comon!" he cried, cheering his enemy on, "Who's gunna fight me!?"

OOC dont kill the dok, pls


LNI take the Doc. I want the Warboss. I'm not ICing until the Orks reach Mikil's line.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:39
The Terminators held firm in the trenches, spraying approaching Boyz with Overwatch fire, and eliminating the survivors with powerfists, mostly untouched by Choppas and Shootas. Around them, Guardsmen and Marines surged forward under the withering cover of the storm bolts

Meanwhile, Lazarus grinned at Lurtz's challenge, and waded through the combat towards him. He charged his powerfist, and made ready.

EDIT, OOC: Lazarus will die at the hands of the Warboss.
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:41
A squad of Marines, supported by shock troopers, charged towards the Doc's orks, a wall of bayonets and metal rushing through the trenches with abandon.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:42
"Allo luv!" Lurtz bellowed, watching Lazarus with bemused anticipation, "Wanna fight?"

The greenskin's chainsword whired to life, and the guass rifle over his shoulder auto-targeted the Space Marine... orky ingenuity at its best.

The Warboss fired a lascanon shot at Lazarus, bellowing with laughter as it went wide and reduced a trooper to ash.


OOC After Lurtz kills Lazarus, i suggest Mikil challenges him
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 05:42
I just realized that Mikil was standing right next to Lazarus during the attack.



After Lazarus dies, lets make a scene out of the duel, like both armies stop fighting to watch Mikil and the Warboss fight. If you want to of course.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:43
OOC sounds good :)
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 05:46
Lazarus smirked at the missed shot. Typical greenskin accuracy...

He fired a shot from his bolter, aimed just above Lurtz's head, and moved in, powerfist cocked back on its pneumatics, lightning crackling...

Around him, the battle raged, and guardsmen were slaughtered left and right.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 05:49
Lurtz stopped grinning for a moment, and frowned thoughtfully... assessing the situation. With a grunt and a laugh, the gauss canon on his shoulder fired at the Commander's feet. Before the bolt even reached the ground, the Warboss charged, his chainsword growling hungrily.


OOC You can control Lurtz's actions a bit, so that Laz can die like you want him to
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 06:00
Lurtz stopped grinning for a moment, and frowned thoughtfully... assessing the situation. With a grunt and a laugh, the gauss canon on his shoulder fired at the Commander's feet. Before the bolt even reached the ground, the Warboss charged, his chainsword growling hungrily.


OOC You can control Lurtz's actions a bit, so that Laz can die like you want him to
OOC: If you don't mind, I'll RP the whole duel... Like so:
IC:

When the Ork got within reach, Lazarus unleashed the force of his pneumatic powerfist. But Lurtz was crafty at hand-to-hand combat, and stepped back out of range the second before Lazarus fired. The Commander's eyes widened, realizing his mistake just a second too late.

I underestimated him... Lazarus grunted to himself.

Lurtz's attack was swift and furious, the chainsword slamming into the Commander's Tactical Dreadnought. Lazarus defended himself valiantly, trying to push the Warboss off with his free hand, as the pneumatics in the powerfist resetted. Lurtz retaliated with a full body-check, causing the Commander to stagger back.

Lazarus regained his footing, and pushed back. His powerfist crackled, and the Commander grinned. Now you die... Lazarus engaged the powerfist, but Lurtz ducked away just in time, and the blow glanced off his side. As he realized he missed again, the Warboss pushed Lazarus over with a mighty heave.

For the first time in his life, fear shown on Lazarus's face. Lurtz grinned despite his broken rib, and rammed his chainsword through the Tactical Dreadnought's faceplate, ripping it and the Commander's head to pieces.

Lurtz laughed and picked up the stormbolter, joyous of his victory. He sought another, even stronger foe.

OOC: How was that?
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 06:04
OOC: That was great!


"Hey you big, green bastard!" Sergeant Mikil shouted. He drew his chain sword. "Yeah, i'm talking to you you big fluff ball." He pointed the sword at the enormous beast and said, "Are you afraid to cross blades with me?"
"Kill me, damnit."He pleaded within his mind to the Emperor. "Give me the peace I long for."
"You may have taken down that Marine, but you will not find me such easy prey."

OOC: Again, he's not to die, just be knocked unconsious after they cross blades for a few minutes.

Edit: my bad about the rockets, i didn't catch that part until now. Sorry bro.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 06:05
OOC Fantastic... It's Mikil's turn to fight the green bastard

Lurtz bellowed with laughter as he strapped the Commanders Storm Bolter to his waist.

"You tink you can insult me, humie? HAAAAAA..."

The greenskin's eyes narrowed, his chainsword whired to life. Slowly, taking his time... enjoying the pathetic humie's fear- he could smell it- the ogre stomped over to Mikil.

"Come on den an' fight, if you tink ur tuffa den a Bloodtirster, dat is," he said in a voice that was cold, intelligent, and very un-orky...

A crafty Space Marine, seeing the Warboss' distraction, leapt from his trench and hefted his flamer- ready to fry the massive greenskin.

Without turning, Lurtz lifted his lascanon and fired at the Marine, reducing him to a pile of steaming gutz and slag. The ork's grin narrowed,

"Come on den. Les see watcha got…"
Liberated New Ireland
18-06-2006, 06:06
OOC: That was great!
OOC: Hey, thanks. Well, looks like my job is done in this RP... I'm about ready to catch some Zzz's.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 06:08
Grinning, he spoke, whirring his chainsword to life, "Actually I killed a Bloodthirster."

He moved up to the Greenskin, and prepared to allow the Greenskin to make his move.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 06:09
OOC So am I... I think Im out till tomorrow. It's been a blast, we'll finish this later- Wanderjar
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 06:09
works for me, i'll head to bed too.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 16:52
Unlike expected, the Greenskin did not move. He stood before Mikil, eyeing him intently.
"For thrones sake,"He thought to himself,"I challenge the only thinking ork in the entire universe."

The Ork was massive, but unbelievably fast. He'd seen that from his battle with Lazarus. Searching for a weakness, he noticed that it had a broken rib.
"If I can be quick enough, and drive my chainsword through that softspot, he's done for."

He charged, deflecting a blow from its chainsword with his own, and took a stab at its rib.

(I'll let you decide if he makes contact or not)
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 21:50
The teeth of the chainsword chewed into the greenskin's tought flesh, Lurtz roared with hideous laughter.

"U humies tink u can urt an ork wit dat toofpick?" he mocked as the human's weapon jammed, unable to penetrate the Warboss' iron thick hide. The monster shoved Mikil back, and regained its footing. A small rivulet of black blood began to flow from the creature's wound.

Lurtz grinned ferociously, cold intelligence flashing in his slitted pupils. The ork charged, his chainsword lifted high above his head, leaving his torso exposed. Just as he was about to collide with Mikil, the monster dove to the left- evading the human's parry- and swung his sword at the gaurdsman's exposed flank.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 22:22
"Damn he's good," Mikil thought as he saw the incoming sword. "But i'm faster." He rolled to his left, narrowly avoiding the crash of the sword, and swung back, in the direction of his open wound.
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 22:34
Lurtz twisted his wrist quickly, bringing his sword around to parry the humie's attack. Chainsword met chainsword, engines growled and sparks flew as the teeth grinded past one another. The ork quickly spun to face Mikil, careful to keep their swords locked together.

"You ain't az good az da udda one, you iz less cocky." the greensking growled, and, leaned foward one the sword. A combination of tuff orky engineering a sheer strength, Lurt'z chainsaw ripped through the metal of the human's, sending teeth and bitz of metal flying.

"But dat ain't enuf"
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 22:41
The Orks chainsword caught Mikil in the shoulder. He howled in pain and lurched back. He drew his Bolterpistol and aimed it at the Orks face. He set it on full auto, preparing to turn the Orks head to mush.
The he growled, "Go to hell."
Old Atlantia
18-06-2006, 23:28
As the guardsman pulled the trigger, Lurtz smashed him with the flat of his sword, sending Mikil hurtling backwards into a pile of rubble.

The warcheif's grin faded, he stumbled. Where his left eye had been there was only a smoking, blackened crater. Roaring furiously, the grenskin charged at the humie's crumpled, unconscious form.

"Got me eye!! Da coward shot out me eye!!!" he shreiked, raising his powersword high above his head. Just before the final blow was struck, a Space Marine leapt at the Ork boss- twin bolters blazing. Lurtz turned to face the intrepid soldier, growling cruelly. In less than a second he dropped his sword and drew the late Commader Lazarus' stormbolter... a moment later he emptied the weapon into the Marine's chest. Two more Marines emerged to challenge the cycloptic warboss, distracting him from the unconcious Mikil...


*****

"CCHAAAAAARRRGGEEEE!" Dok Grishnakh screamed, sitting atop the turret of an orky Lemun Russ. The first line broke as orkish Meks, Kans, and tanks joined the fray- firing into the backs of the retreating 'umies.

Basilisk and ZZZAAAP! gun fire rained on the city, killing as many orks as men...but still the attack pressed on.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 23:33
Assistant Squad Sergeant Jacobs grabbed Mikil and put him over his shoulder. "Retreat! Get to the Thunderhawks!" T


The Imperial lines collapsed.
Wanderjar
18-06-2006, 23:35
General Eisen stood outside watching as Guardsmen filled the returning Thunderhawks. The surviving Marines held back the Ork onslaught, buying the Guard enough time to evacuate.
Liberated New Ireland
19-06-2006, 04:01
OOC: I know, I know, this took forever.... I hope it's good.

"Dammit!" Brother Job yelled as a bolt of energy exploded near his head. He calculated his forces... 9 Terminators, 43 Space Marines, no heavy weapons, except for one assault cannon. The Marines stood in a crescent-shaped ditch. Behind the crescent was the Landing Cradle, where several scores of Thunderhawks were being loaded and launched. Job cleared his bolter's jam, and continued to pour fire at the Orks. A basilisk shell hurtled to the ground nearby, and pulverized the unit's standard bearer. Brother Job moved down the line, picked up the standard, and stood in front of his brothers. He engaged his vox.

"My brothers, today is the day of our judgement! Stand firm on this field of battle, for it our last. Now is the time to die, with honor and valour, not despair or fear. We stand now, to defend the lives of our Guard brethren, and ensure that they can survive to avenge us!" Punctuating this, a plasma bolt streaked out and exploded inside the cockpit of the first Thunderhawk transport to take off. The ship shuddered, and collided with another rising Thunderhawk. The ships became entwined, and crashed to the earth.

"Brothers, do not fold! Hold this line, and destroy the greenskins for as long as you can!"

The Space Marine line redoubled their efforts, firing volley after volley of deadly bolts into the advancing Orkish line. Slowly, Thunderhawks were able to get off of the ground and out of the Ork's range. The Space Marines devastated the Orks, bolts shearing heads and limbs from torsoes.

But, it was in vain. The Meks made holes in the Space Marine line, and the Boyz eventually managed to get close enough to use their Choppas. Hundreds of the vile greenskins rushed into the trench and engaged the Marines. Still, they fought, their powerfists sloughing Orkish flesh from bone, chainswords swinging. But, one by one, the Marines were dragged down and slaughtered.

Job stood atop a hill, having been pushed there by the Orkish rush. A mob of Boyz charged up the hill. He used his Fist on the first two, but the others tripped him, and battered holes through his armor. Eventually, the Choppas won through, and brought ruin to his body.

As he lay dying on his back, he heard the grunts and squeals of the porcine Orks, as they ransacked an pillaged his brethren, and the stomps of more Orks as the rushed towards the Landing Cradle. He craned his neck up as high as he could manage, and saw the last of the Thunderhawks, serenely making their way to orbit.

He smiled, and looked at the Imperial seal on his gauntlet. Victory... he thought as he waited for the Emporer to reclaim his soul. He painlessly passed out of this life as he looked into the deep, blue sky...
Wanderjar
19-06-2006, 04:04
That was fantastic....i'm in awe.

What made it better was that I was listening to the song Sergeant Mackenzie while listening to it....really made the mood.
Wanderjar
19-06-2006, 04:09
"Die you bloody bastards!" Mikil screamed. As the Orks chopped apart a marine situated upon a hill, he used the thunderhawks heavy bolter on its side to try and gun down just a few more.
But it was in vain. Tears rolled down his face as he saw the broken bodies of the Adeptus Astartes Space Marines on the ground.

"Don't worry," He said, his voice croaking from crying. "We'll avenge you brothers."
Liberated New Ireland
20-06-2006, 01:22
Pvt. Alex of the 22nd Armagh, ran past Sergeant Mikil, barely noticeing he was wounded.
-"SIR, WE ARE ON FULL RETREAT, COME QUICK OR YOU'LL BE KILLED!"
OOC: The 22nd Armagh wasn't here, we were busy getting our asses kicked by the Tyranids on Armagh. Sorry, dude... Also, Mikil's already safe.
The World Soviet Party
20-06-2006, 01:27
OOC: The 22nd Armagh wasn't here, we were busy getting our asses kicked by the Tyranids on Armagh. Sorry, dude... Also, Mikil's already safe.

Oh, I see.

Then. where should I go to?
Old Atlantia
20-06-2006, 01:31
((Since your char was in the 22nd Armagh, you wouldnt be here. Wait for Krow to admit you then post in the main thread))