Liam looks Aurius over for a moment, scratching his chin as he considers how to put it.
"Well, there won't be any lasting damage, assuming you don't take any further hits.
You'll probably be put up for a couple of days, and unless we can get you into a proper facility within roughly twelve hours, I'd say you'll get some angry scars that'll never truly fade.
As you are now, the worst thing MIGHT be some slight stiffness in your left shoulder joint."
"Good thing scars aren't a problem and I'm a righty so, all things considered, came out of it alri-" and is interrupted as tiny, angry green blobs flood into his view; the gretchin having made it all the way to them.
"Ahhh...Throne..." and Aurius draws his knife from its over-the-collarbone sheath and gets into the thick of things stabbing and hacking at the gretchin. He hoped that, much like the squig, he would be all but impervious to their primitive weapons.
3 DoS
Rending Damage, Pen 0
Looking at the ugly green gnome that just poked his armor the commissar catches its gaze and locks it in a hateful stare, slowly bringing his hs las pistol up while breathing "THIS is how you wage WAR, xenos filth" before blowing off the gretchin leg at the hip.
After dispatching one of the Orks with a display of calm superiority, two of the remaining ones actually hold their ground, while the other two run away, screaming horribly loud.
Bolus and Anatoly are still locked in melee with their respective enemies.
To your horror, the flaming burst of Bolus did NOT take out all Gretchins out (yet) and four of the little buggers (brightly ablaze and screaming mad) are carried forward by blind panic (and momentum) right towards the group!
It will be only seconds now, before they will crash into the (very one-sided) melee...
- crap
Pete pops a shot of at the buggers, but it's awfully hard to hit a target like that...
I, Pen:0
The grenade detonates a couple of meters behind the maddened-burning horde, taking one out of the calculation by a lucky hit from a zipping shrapnel which explodes the head of the burning gretchin like a well-done water-melon hit with a forge hammer.
Bolus shifts to catch any remaining gretches in his cone of fire if he can do so while avoiding his team mates. Certainly the gretchen who poked at him gets hit.
Aw fraggin hell!
"We got incoming!"
Not willing to use grenades in what is almost close quarters combat already, Liam aims and readies himself to fire as soon as the foe enters optimal range.
Bolus leaves his flame aside and brings his chain sword down on the gretchens' head!
The priest glories in the sound of the buzzing teeth of his sword tearing into the head of the filthy Xenos.
And another enemy of mankind meets its final destiny: Death by the hands of one of HIS loyal servants.
And a pretty gory one at that as the cleric cleaves through the small Xeno's ripcage.
Though unable to dodge the attack from the gretchin, its pathetic knife glances off of Anatoly's Omnissiah-blessed body. He grins as the strength of the Omnissiah's gifts are proven once again, and the weapon in his ballistic arm carefully lines up a shot and fires into the creature's face at point blank range.
"In his name!" Liam declares as he squeezes the trigger, praying that he'll be able to stop the burning mob.
Sadly, him on earth seems to be otherwise occupied, probably busy keeping the astromomican running, and can't be bothered to smile on a simple guards medic at the moment.
Seeing the flaming Gretchin headed towards them as they emerge from the gout of burning promethium Bolus dowsed them in, Aurius hurriedly brings his Hotshot lasgun to bear and fires a salvo at the orkoids.
4 DoS for 2 or 3 hits, I forget :p
Energy Damage, Pen 7
Energy Damage, Pen 7
Energy Damage, Pen 7
And his salvo of overcharged bolts find their mark amongst the tiny, flaming bodies, his desire to remain relatively out of the way overruled by the need to not have the squad be set alight - again.
Between the grenade launcher a Lasgun and a hellgun on burst mode, the burning tide is finally dispatched - the last one falls to the ground a mere meter before the Storm Troopers feet.
With two more easy shots, the turn coat gretchins are killed nearly absentmindly from the squad.
You're free of immediate threats.
The commissar takes a moment to check the surroundings for other threats. Seeing none he turns to Pete.
"Trooper Gerring and Trooper Thantus cover squad Blazer. Everyone else with me!"
With that he turns towards the bunker and breaks into a sprint.
Pete finds some cover and braces. He guages the distance to the embattled Chimera near by and keeps an eye out for threats.
Bolus puts his sword away and gets his flamer back out and follows the Commissar.
"Roger that, sir." And Aurius tries to find a spot to hunker down and rest his hotshot on as he scans the immediate area around the advancing "Commissar and Friends" for threats but takes a second to reload the underslung grenade launcher on his primary weapon with another Frag Grenade.
The squad splits up, leaving Pete and Aurius behind while the greater part presses on under the lead of the commissar.
The Assault group gets within throw range (<10m) of the bunker uncontested as suddenly the backdoor of the bunker opens and an Orkboy steps outside, quickly followed by a second one. Both are equipped with roughly circular but flat metallic objects - large enough for an average human to stand on easily.
The shape reminds you of anti-vehicle mines used by the Imperial Guard to defend roads or other high priority choke-points against an armored assault.
They seem to be very surprised to see you and are somewhat slow to react.
Meanwhile Pete and Aurius become witness of the carnage a heavy flamer can inflict at close distance, as the turret-mounted heavy flamer of the besieged chimera finally opens up with streams of liquid flames that eradicate two of the three groups of squigs in one quick burst.
That last group though has the nerve to climb and jump all over the chimera, obviously intent to attack the remaining soldiers that are seeking cover behind the APCs armored frame.
"Don't know what it is they are carrying, but it can't be good news for us.
...
Die Xeno scum!"
Having elected not to change the setting of his weapon, he fires on overload.
Bolus does what comes very naturally and lets loose with his flamer.
It seems the tube of the flamer might be getting gunked up as less flame comes out than Bolus expects. But, Fire is fire.
"Stop and fire"
Coming to a halt the commissar takes a moment to aim at the first boy, then fires.
But this time his marksmanship forsakes him.
MacVyger opens up with the others, but his aim follows the lead of the Commissar - this time this was not the best thing to do as he misses the two Orks as well.
Not so the squads medic, that lands two solid hits on the front Ork, leaving two nice holes in the body of the Xeno.
But instead to drop dead as a normal human beeing would, it simply shouts it simple-minded Warcry (WAAAAAGH!) and charges the group.
His run just brings him into the midst of Bolus flames which cause not much visible damage, but causes the creature to topple over and roll around the ground, burning.
Not so the second Ork which had found a bit of cover from the opened door to be very helpful in evading Bolus attack.
Bolus moves to a position where the cowardly xenos in the doorway will be in range of his flame as well as the foolish one rolling on the ground. If he can aim the fire inside then so much the better. But the two that emerged are his prime focus. He fires it up again.
He manages to coax a little bit more flame out than last time.
The commissar trains his pistol on the door, waiting for the other ork to stick his head back out.
"Finish the one on the ground, then nades into the bunker. Father carry on."
Anatoly speaks through the squad vox even as he triggers his las gun, pouring fire into the same Ork as the others, <<The devices seem to be anti-vehicular mines. Approximate blast radius...>> His mechadendrite aims and fires a split second later, but the shot goes wide as Anatoly is seemingly distracted by dragging data out of his memory.
There are different kind of mines, but most are shaped charges with a very small explosion radius, not more
than one or two meters - but whatever is in its center, will likely be reduced no nothing but ash in the wind.
The enginseer scores another hit on the onrushing beast, but the lasbolt only scorches the leg of the
Xeno.
The beast continues his charges, attacking the squad leader with the circulat, metallic object which it
wields like a frying pan.
Luckily the beast misses the Commissar by several hands width.
The commisar takes a moment to center the pistol on the ork but the burns make him flinch right as he pulls the trigger and the shot goes wide
<<...2.73 meters. You do not want to be inside that perimeter when the mine is triggered, or your duty to the Emperor will finally end....Because you will be dead.>> Anatoly fires his the las weapon on his mechadendrite again from point blank range before moving back a few meters.
Realizing that his gun is empty, Liam falls back and focuses on reloading.
If I blow up, there won't be anyone to try and stabilize the others.
Better be tactical here.
Pete takes two quick shots on the greenskins climbing on the chimera, aiming for a group if there is one.
- 4DoS
- switching out DoS for 12
- 7? DoS!
- switching out DoS for 18
Rounds complete!
Seeing the group start engaging with the Orks, and not knowing exactly what is in the lead ones hands as he tries to bash the Commissar with it, Aurius will take aim, bracing himself on the cover he and pete are behind before, and try to blow its head off with a burst from his hellgun.
But the Orks wild swings as he tries to take the Commissar down cause him to bounce into and out of sight and as Aurius pulls the trigger, a timely movement from the ork causes the shot to go wide and miss it.
Pete sends two well aimed grenades to the support of the besieged squad. Despite the considerable risk of firing explosives that close to friendlies, it pays of well this time. The grenades find their mark, killing off several of the beasts. In addition the two quick detonation are well enough to warn the sieges troopers of the danger. A rapid series of shotgun fire reduces the remaining squigs to junky, well perforated heaps of bloody meat.
The Storm Trooper is less lucky as both melee combatants move out of his line of fire just in the moment he opens up.
The same goes for Anatoly's shot, which misses the head of the Ork by a couple of inches due to the same movement.
Lind misses as well, giving the Ork another go at its attempt to carve in the head of the squad leader with an anti-vehicle mine.
Bolus, aware of the dangers his flamer would be for all combatants of a melee, circles the Ork and the commissar to bring the cleansing fire to the still-twitching Ork and hopefully any remaining Orks inside the bunker. The flames wash over the grounded Ork again and some part of the burning liquid even manage to flow into the bunker as well - causing the automatic fire directed at the disabled chimera to stop mere moments later.
With horror, Bolus watches as the felled Ork raises again despite burning bright as a torch, gripping the metallic round object and takes a step towards him - half its face molten.
THOMBB
Then the mine cooks off due to the enormous heat taking the arm of the creature with it. Howling in pain the creature presses on and tries to bite the priest regardless! It's sluggish movement makes this attack easy to dodge after all.
I, Pen:0
Meanwhile the Ork Lind faces takes another swing at the Commissar, this time the wild swing is much more dangerous!
I, Pen:0
Not enough with that, the creature even uses its own momentum to attack again with the incredible dangerous, volatile battle-pan...
Not knowing the hit will not detonate the mine the commissar attempts to dodge the first blow regardless
Taking the 2nd hit on the armored left arm he doesnt actually feel a thing.
Doing the only thing he can he aims and fires once more
4DoS
Having reloaded, Liam realises that the chaotic nature of the melee makes it difficult to hit, Liam takes the opportunity to aim very carefully.
Not really paying attention to the mine Bolus screams in fury as the ork isn't cleansed by purifying flame. He shifts back to his chainsword but the swing goes awry.
If Bolus can take a step back to get at least bite range away from the ork he will do so. Hopefully someone will be able to shoot it!
Seeing as the target and the Commissar would not disengage enough for him to take a relatively risk-free shot, Aurius instead takes careful aim and waits for a moment to fire should one present itself.
Anatoly moves forward once again, into point blank range and fires a single shot at the most injured Ork, realizing that they are still very dangerous until neutralized. He mutters targeting data and accuracy percentages and such the entire time.
At the same moment, his Omnissiah-blessed true-arm fires its small pistol as well.
With a fluid movement, the commissar places a well placed shot on the chest of the Xeno. While the Xeno still struggles, Anatoly wades into the fray, blasting off the head of the armless Ork that just tried to bite Bolus again, before swirring around and placing a sunbright lasbolt of his mechandrite-mounted weapon on the right arm of the remaining Ork - the very arm that wields the dangerous club...
The highly-focused light cuts through the elbow, leaving a gaping, cauterized hole behind. The arm (as well as the barely attached Xeno) go limb from shock and damage, the mine falls to the ground ...
...
But does not detonate.
Seeing the melee ended early, your gaze wanders to the bunker ...
Just in time to see a huge ork emerge, carrying a monstrous weapon, that looks like the child of a heavy bolter, a ripper gun and an autocannon...
... Before you can react on this new threat, the creature opens up on the grouping of Lind, Bolus and Anatoly.
Something opens up with an automatic, heavy calibre gun at well to close range.
Lind, Bolus and Anatoly find themselves in the midst of a bulletstorm and all they can do is duck for cover.
"By the Emperor...Pete! Eyes up, we've got a big one." and he shifts his aim onto the big ork's head and fires off a hotshot lasbolt.
But his fatigue catches up to him in this moment and an unintentional blink of the eyes causes his aim to shift and miss his shot.
Bolus scrambles for cover away from the hail of bullets.
Anatoly dodges in instinctive reaction to find some kind of solid object that will protect the gifts of the Omnissiah from the hail of death.
With no cover close by the only thing the commissar can do is to run away from the thing firing at him.