"Ahhh, finally. Big Bertha's revival is complete!
Sarge, Bertha is ready and eager to blast some greenskins to flaming bits!"
He shoulders the large weapon, one frag-missile pre-loaded. Zora takes up the heavy rucksack filled with the 6 reserve missiles, which are held in place by 6 separate side-pockets which make them easy to retrieve.
"Everyone ready then? Good.
Locke is on point, the rest of us follow behind, with Jankins taking up the rear.
Morvano, you keep an eye on Locke's back, the second you lose sight of him you sing out.
Ok, move soldiers!"
"Yes sir, c'mon then glory-hog, guess I'm watching your ass a while." Morvano calls to Locke, searching for any cracks in his dour exterior.
Axel marches up to the front of the group, then salutes
"Operator Axel reporting as reinforcement to the sqaud. Sir!"
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Cormaeg gives the new arrival a quick once over.
"I'm thinking the paperwork can wait til' after the fight soldier.
You'll join me and Morvano in the centre then, cover the left flank."
"Any more distractions? No? Good, let's continue."
"Sir!" he salutes again, he readies his carbine and follows in behind his CO
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Finding the right way to Flak-Tower Seven isn't hard--the nearest tower on the wall off to your left is marked with a large 4 with an arrow pointing rightwards, so you jog that direction. The battle at the breach appears to have calmed, with a number of corpses--mostly xeno, but over a dozen human as well--visible slumped up on the wall or sprawled shattered upon the ground.
Loping along past the warehouses you come upon a parking lot filled with dozens of covered supply trucks, a staple of warfare on Imperial worlds. As the squad draws abreast of the first vehicles, Locke and MacCammon hear a clang of metal on plasticrete somewhere deeper in the rows of vehicles followed by a chorus of gravelly xeno voices shushing one another...
Cormaeg stops and hisses in his microbead.
"Hold, we're walking into an ambush. There are Xeno's hiding amongst the vehicles.
Safety's off, let's see if we can counter ambush them.
Jankins, let's ee if you can't catch them all with a rocket."
Morvano takes up position near the sergeant. See if anything comes running after Jankins rocket fires.
"O.k. I will see if I can get them all in one Bertha-Blast. Give me a moment to align a good shot..."
Axel gets out a grenade, just in case they come charging out.
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"Just try to keep collateral to a minimum, or we may not make many friends here..."
Axel nods, gripping his grenade tighter. A hint of a grin on his face
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"We either head in, or we try and be sneaky...
We could try to circle around them, go around to the left and try to get in a shot in the back..."
"Rhh, Sarge ... Those Orks are dumb. So why do we do not sent someone", he looks into the direction of Locke at that moment before continuing: "to pull them out and we set up a neat kill zone for them? Complete with burried nades, cover for us and so on?"
"Simple, effective and with little difficulty in it's execution.
Are you gunning for Corporal Jankins?"
Grinning widely, Heavy responds with a make-up face of surprise, everyone can see through. "Ahhh, how could I Sarge? I am still too young for that! It's just ... you know... Zora has nearly failed her stealth basic training and I don't want her to blow our covert advance in her first real mission and Auhtsch!"
Zora ended that talk with a quick and hard kick against his butt that lifted the heavy man a few inches from the ground. Her gaze tells anyone that SHE did not nearly failed that test ...
Deciding the ignore the implied jab at his age, Cormaeg ponders for a moment.
"We have to move fast, they probably know we are here, and eventually they will get impatient.
Who is our best demolitions expert?
That something you'd be up for Black?"
"Sir, I know my way around explosives. Sir." he nods and pats his satchel. Which seems to have a bit more than the average soldier
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"Well the soldier, can you make us an IED? If so, get to it."
He nods and begins to work on a grenade.
After a bit of work and a few close calls, not that hed mention it, he looks his work over. Not his best. But it will do the job just the same
"All done sir!" he shows him the device
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I have to set the record straight about this whole "sir" thing, but no time for that now.
"Right, let's set this thing up, get into safety and then draw them in for a double punch of explosives and rockets.
Jankins, you get into position first, then Black places the device, and Locke draws their attention."
"Yessir! Come now Bertha, you had to wait to long for action, I know ..."
With that the large man drops into cover - preferably something solid, if nothing is available he will simply drop to the ground - and bracing himself for the hard recoil of the rocket launcher. He will take his time to take in the battlefield-to-come and aims carefully at the spot where the IED will be planted.
After setting up, he wispers over the combead without moving an inch: "Heavy is ready. Bring 'em."
X, Pen 2, Blast(5m)
As the medic teased Lock about taking point, he quickly replied I would much rather be watching your six with a grin and an instinctive wink, which was lost on her with all his gear on. As they make their way up to the objective, Locke hears talk and signals everyone to its position.
At the suggestion of being a decoy, Lock gladly accepts the role. I'm gonna haul ass past them and try to draw them out...Ready when you are. he says later.
When everyone is ready, Locke will break out into a sprint just past the noises and then try to dodge into cover before the bullets and rockets fly.
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As the rest of the squad fans out and kneels, lasguns facing the now-quiet line of trucks, Locke takes off at a sprint. Between the blood pounding in his ears and his breathing in his helmet he can't hear a thing as he darts past the rows of empty trucks. As he crosses between the fifth and sixth trucks, everyone can hear the chorus of CHUKK CHUKK CHUKK sounds--followed by a howling scream from several throats.
Three orks--their green hides partially obscured from what appears to be a hastily-applied purple goop--pour out through the gap between the two trucks, waving their ugly snub-nosed pistols and brandishing heavy machetes.
Miss!
Miss!
1. Locke
2. Movano
3. Jankins
4. Slugga Boyz
5. Sgt. MacCammon
6. Black
As the inhuman creatures round the truck in pursuit of Locke, Jankins yell's "Ease!" and fires, the rocket tearing across the space between them and slams into the first xeno in line. Miraculously, the last one gives a strangled squawk of alarm and ducks back behind the truck as the rocket mauls his fellows.
TURN 1
"Haha! See that. Rocket delivery square to the face - just as ordered! Now lets finish them quick before they turn our Storm Trooper to salsa!"
He quickly swaps his heavy weapon for the lighter Lasgun and fires a quick overloaded shot at the foremost Ork.
E, Pen: 2
Adahlia adds her fire support to the mix.
E, Pen:2
Locke runs and as shots pass him by he smiles and howls at the rush of adrenaline before his senses take over and he gets into cover, ready to finish off the orks in a cross fire.
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It seems the rumors were right--these xenos are frightfully tough, taking a point-blank fragmentation rocket but somehow still standing, though barely. Dropping his missile launchers--Zora winces as the valuable weapon clatters to the plasticrete but shoulders her lasgun and joins her comrades in gunning down the nearest ork.
Movano: 10dmg -6T = 4 -1Crit for True Grit
Jankins: 9dmg -6T = 3 -1Crit
Ork: now at 6Critical
As the lasbolts slam into the xenos' torso it's simply too much, and the creature collapses--dead, or unconscious, you don't know or care.
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Seemingly undaunted by the ambush, the two remaining orks advance--the injured one stumbling forward as though-shell shocked, only managing a few meters. The other, however, leaps up from behind the shrapnel-ridden truck and hurtles itself at the squad with abandon.
Surprisingly, a fourth ork appears from between the same trucks, also screaming and springing towards the arrayed squad
Worst of all--and visible only to Locke--a purple-smeared xenos face leans around the hood of the truck (on the other end of the vehicle, 4m away). With a wide grin, the xeno grunts in broken Low Gothic, "Ahuh, gocha!"
Taking steady aim, Sargeant MacCammon fires a burst of lasfire at the wounded xeno.
And having taken note of just how resilient these "Ork's" are, he tunes the trusty M36 to it's highest setting first.
The lasgun glows red-hot from the abuse, but two of the three blasts are accurate.
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Shot #1
Knocked Prone
Catches fire!
No Effect
Shot #2
As the xeno barrels across the open space, Sgt. MacCammon puts a nearly textbook-perfect burst into the creature's torso. The overcharged lasbolts punch right through the creature's ribcage--one of them striking some sort of canteen strapped to its chest. Whatever was in there must have been flamable, because even as the ork's war-cry cuts off in a choked garble and it collapses face-first onto the plascrete there is an audible whoosh as it catches fire.
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Two xenos are down, but two more are still approaching rapidly. Eyes wide, Trooper Black tosses his modified grenade, nervously fiddling with the detonator with his other hand.
With a dull thunk the grenade comes to rest about ten meters in from himself, directly in the path of the oncoming Ork.
TURN 2
Adahlia switches to burst, not wanting the creatures to get any closer than they are already.
E, Pen:2
E, Pen:2
"Now, now you guys. Didn't they tell you it is impolite to simply charge at a girl?! Black, on your mark!"
Heavy grabs one of his fragmentation grenades and cooks it in hand, trying to throw it in exactly the correct moment such that it adds to the devastation of the IED.
X, Pen:0, Blast(3)
As the Orks are so close, Cormaeg hangs his trust lasgun over his shoulder, withdraws his chainsword and revs the engine.
If they managed to get into melee range, he was the most trained to deal with them.
Lock takes aim at the xenos closest to him that had spoken and fires a single shot.I'm not just bait! he roars at the xenos as he pulls the trigger.
BS 44 +10 Aim +10 Single Shot +10 Range 74 vs
Hot-shot Lasgun Basic 60m S/3/– 1d10+4 E
Pen 7
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Locke's hellgun bolt tears through the unarmored truck like a hot knife through butter, and by all rights should have blasted a whole in the ugly xenos' ribcage--but the the creature's strange physiology absorbs the shot, leaving only a small black scorch mark. The look of surprise on the xeno's brutish face would almost be funny in other circumstances.
Adahlia's burst catches the nearest Ork in the leg, leaving smoking holes in the meat of its thigh and causing it to stumble, but not to fall.
After a second, the Ork shot by Locke realizes what just happened, and its look of confusion turns to anger and..excitement? "Hey! Yur nawt suppo' ta see me! Now I has ta' krump ya like a norma' git!" With a bellow the xeno steps out from behind the truck, leaping forward with a wild, reckless swing of its heavy machete. Pen2
The Ork shot by Adahlia doesn't hesitate, but his headlong rush carries him right over Black's waiting mine--just as Jankins lobs his own cooked grenades. The unfortunate creature's legs are shredded and broken by the shrapnel, and with a pained shriek it collapses to writhe on the ground about eight meters from Jankins' position.
The other Ork continues its run towards Adahlia and is only ten meters from her...but it's war cries no longer sound quite so confident.
"Adhalia, you want us to leave you alone with the green, eh?"
With a grin, he takes carefull aim at the charging Ork and opens up with maximum setting, letting the barrel flash bright red.
The attack hits square but did not leave much damage on the greenskin.
Cormaeg moves to block the Ork's path to Adahlia, brandishing his chainsword as a challenge to the brutish creature.
With a complete lack of anger he addresses the xeno in a steady, calm and collected manner.
"Frak you guv. And the horse you rode in on. And it's dear old mother for good measure.
Try me on for size. I'll cut your b@#@$~$s off."
"I'm sure he's more of a gent than you are Jankins" Adahlia tries to use the banter to steady her nerves as the bulky orc warrior hurtling towards her.
Adahlia sprays another quick burst:
, but it goes wild.