Cormaeg lobs a grenade at one of the groups of green skinned xenos before moving as fast as his old bones can manage, to claim another cover before all hell breaks loose.
He makes sure to stay relatively close to Thud, but not to close.
The Orks are likely to go for the biggest target, and thus he might require a little bit of aid to avoid being swarmed.
The biggest problem so far is to reach the rest of the orks without being cut to pieces by their return fire.
I answered in discussion if you did not yet saw it.
Will try to resolve this hell tomorrow.
Krish rushes into the room near Cormaeg before taking a krak grenade from his belt and thumbing the activation button. After a moment to aim his throw more carefully he hurls it with a grunt of effort at one of the orks wearing the crude fuel tanks far above them.
As his first grenade sails through the air, Krish carefully lobs a frag grenade at the four orks with heavy guns on the second level, then drops behind some cover next to Cormaeg.
Blue-overall is calling to his fellow militia fighters, then rushes after Simmins and Cort.
"Emil, Richard, with me, after the stubber.
Zera, Costa: Cover us!"
The three of them take cover one desk further to the right and start left and right.
Their first salvo is pretty good, especially Blue-Overalls is taking huge junks out of one of the Orks with his combat shotgun, his two fellows scoring two hits each as well. A few heartbeats later, blue-overalls gun clicks audibly and he gets into cover to unjam his gun, while the other two score two more hits each.
The two remaining members, take up position at the doorframe, sending additional havoc into the room, targeting the two Orks brawling on the desk closest to the door.
These two struggle to find their targets, scoring only a total of two hits between them, out of what must have been 20 rounds at least.
Lucky remains at the doorframe as well, produces a krak grenade, pulls the pin and waits for one, then two heartbeats before lobbing it onto the desk directly in front of the double-door...
Once again, Lucky prooves ... lucky with his grenades and the krak goes off the moment it touches the desks far, right edge, catching all four neirby greenskin creatures in its powerful detonation - and also setting off Simmins primed-but-not-yet-exploded frag grenade!
The resulting detonation leaves no trace of the gretchins caught in between the two shockwaves.
Both Orks are thrown off the table and crash heavily to the ground several steps from the desk.
The one that was closest to the double-detonation looks quite done, with the better part of its leg blown apart and a gaping shrapnel wound in the chest.
The other one lands close to the double door, its face a bloody mess.
NPCs:
Lucky:
(28, Pen:8 => 14, Pen:4 for blast targets => insta-kill of gretchins)
=> both stunned
Simmins' Shrapnels:
Table Ork (far): bullet => 10, krak => 1, shrapnel => -1, stunned, bleed(1)
Table Ork (close): bullet => 10, krak => -3, shrapnel => -5, stunned, bleed(1)
Tripple Group Mid-Left, TR-Ork: shrapnel => 9
The squads medic first shot is a marvelous thing to behold. It zipps across the vast room and slices into the crude pipe connecting weapon and tank right below the latter. Thick fluid starts to flood out, immediately starting to burn brightly. The second lasbolt strikes the tank itself but does not manage to fully penetrate, leaving a visible dent behind.
It does not matter much though, as Krishs Krak grenade detonates at the same moment causing the already damaged fuel tank to blow up spectacularly. The two uppermost levels are immediately shrouded in thick black smoke and flame. Burning liquid is flowing down the staircases towards the second floor . His second grenade lands on point as well, slightly bouncing from the polished surface of the desk just as the shoota boys start reacting. The the rearward ones, already troubled with the incoming waves of burning fuel starts to shove and push each other to get away from the double danger.
The other two Orks are more keen to return fire than to get out of the danger zone and rush towards the balconies overlooking the floor below and slam their heavy guns onto the ornate rockrete, calling challenges to each other.
One of the struggling Orks wrestles his comrade around and to use him as a shield against the coming explosion!
Pure dumb luck has it, that neither of the two is hit by the shroud of shrapnels, although the Ork used as a shield is burned by the outer reaches of the explosion itself.
The gunner Orks are not punished by their decision and no wounds appear on their backs either.
The Emperor gives and takes.
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
Scores a dead-center throw on a triple-group of Orks.
The Orks underneath whose feet the frak grenade came to a rest is blown apart by fire and shrapnel for good, his close by kin suffer partial detonation and shrapnel trauma as well but remain standing!
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
Thud'dr sends the previously looted Ork grenade with a heavy throw against the chest of one of the Orks in the same group as Cormaeg from where it bounces off and to the ground before exploding with the force of a Krak grenade but still sending a filling of shrapnel flying.
One more Ork goes down bleeding heavily, the last of that group remains standing despite multiple holes and lots of blood spurting out from them.
Having arrived at the far west of the room, Thud'dr opens up on the closest Ork on the table with the lengthiest burst the limiter on the ripper allows. All shells hit the Ork standing on the desk, destroying its torso and flinging it from the desk, where it lands heavily on the back, bleeding ... a lot.
Ork'nade:
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
R, Pen:0
I, Pen: 6
I, Pen: 6
I, Pen: 6
After his acrobatic display, Simmins and Cort send a stream of lead into the far right corner, showering the standing Orks with shells, scoring half a dozen hits on the exposed targets, shredding the first and wounding the second seriously, flinging it to the ground beyond the desk it was standing on.
Tripple Group Mid-Left, TR-Ork: shrapnel => dead
Tripple Group Mid-Left, TL-Ork: blast => 10, shrapnel => 2, bleed(1)
Tripple Group Mid-Left, B-Ork: blast => 10, shrapnel => 6, bleed(1)
Triple Group Left, Table-Ork: ripper => 0 => -1 => -4, bleed(2)
Double Group right, B-Ork: NPC fire => 0 => Simmins =>dead
Double Group right, T-Ork: NPC fire => 8 => Simmins => -3, prone
Shoota-Boyz:
The left one lays down saturation fire to Simmins, Cort and the three militia-men, the right one targets the easiest target in the room: Thud'dr.
The praying Ork clearly is enjoying himself and seems more interested in blasting the desks than the soldiers taking cover behind. Not a single shot hits any of the five making up the right flank. Still, the amount of fire is troublesome...
Thud'dr is not as lucky, but still, the Emperor (partially) protects and he is only hit by a single exploding shell , three more hit the desk before him (shredding it quite well) and several more zipping past overhead cratering the wall behind.
The struggling shoota-boyz solve their issue the orkish way - the one used as a shield now lies unconscious after a head-butt and the winner joins his two fellow on the balcony.
Boyz:
The lefternmost group rush towards the obvious target (Thud'dr) with the default warcry of their species (WAAAAAGH!!!) and start swinging their crude axes against the Ogryn.
Thud'dr manages to parry the first strike with his oversized chainsword (to his own surprise) but the second Ork (attacking from the other side) lands a decent strike on his right arm.
The sole other standing Ork on the first level, looks around himself, seeing targets everywhere. He starts moving towward the Ogryn but switches around to attack the weaponless Krish as he notices two other of his kin trading blows with the Ogryn already.
It clearly miscalculates and buries his choppa in one of the already damaged chairs, splintering it.
???:
From high above a deep, growling, furious voice shouts:
Pen:4
R, Pen:2
Krish, though he looks unarmed to the Ork, is most decidedly not unarmed. Through the Emperor's grace he is armed most potently both in mind and body.
Krish bets on the Ork's disdain for the 'simple stick' he holds in his hands and his 'weak humie body' and swings a swift spinning strike at the Ork.
Thud parries the blow with his ripper and the hefty weapon easily takes the blow. Thud sees the real threat and these little ones were not it. Still, he can't have them poking around while he dealt with the others up top. He grabs the damaged table and tosses it up onto it's side on top of a nearby table metres away! Then he casually shoots one of the baby orcs in the face and moves up into his improvised cover.
- 5Dos
- 19 damage
Leni is please with the Orks exploding like that. She'd like to continue with high damage moves like that but she has to concede that the orks in front of her are getting uncomfortably close. And they might be down but orks tend to get up sooner rather than later.
She switches to semi auto blasts the stunned ork in front of her.
Thud, after tossing a full table around like a toy, takes his Ripper and clobbers the orc standing in his way of cover directly on the leg! His foe properly punished, he advances to his cover.
"If a character is engaged in melee with one or more
opponents and he leaves combat with them (such as
fleeing or moving to another target) without using the
Disengage Action, each of his opponents gets a free
Standard Attack against the fleeing character. Such a
free attack is made in addition to any other attacks the
combatant receives during his Turn."
The elderly Sergeant revs up his chainsword and steps up next to the beleaguered Krish, attempting to help him lay their foe down quickly.
Cort rebraces the Stubber to point North and Simmins aims and fires at the closest Ork on the second level.
@Krish: The Ork clearly did not expect to be hit with a walking stick, thus its cleava comes up late - too late to block the crushing blow to the head from your force staff! The crunching impact sound terrible and would have been enough to 'advice' any human foe to reconsider. The Ork just looks surprised and a little enthusiastic.
@Thud'dr: Clubbing his way out to get into coverof the newly flipped desk, the two Orks both hit you with their cleavas - but they obviously did not expect you to move out of the fighting, as bother their strikes, while hitting, lack the bestial strength to really hurt. Quite the opposite of your own hit, which left a visible dent in the Orks leg.
@Leni, Lucky, Milia-Door-Men: All four of you have the same issue with an Ork in spit-distance, and put several rounds into the prone and bleeding Ork. What remains afterwards, does not look pretty and is pretty certainly not going to get back up.
Cormaeg: While the Ork was not able to block Krishs attack, his movement gets in the way of your strike and your chainsaw meets the Ork Cleava in a shriek of steel and flying sparks.
@Simmins:
@Cort, Militia-Men-with-Simmins: Cort is flinching under the heavy barrage and ducks low, but pops back up with his sidearm drawn and fires a snap-shot at the Dakka-ork. The shot pings against the solid balcony though. Another quick shot from one of the militiamen meets the same end. Only one of the militias seem to have enough wits to withstand the barrage: blueoverall. Instead of remaining behind cover like his comrades, he actually pushes forward, rounds the front-right desk to shoot at the downed Ork again - and again. Something personal maybe? Anyway, that Ork is most likely out of the calculation as well.
Both hits fail to penetrate the Ogryn's thick hide.
@Thud'dr: Roaring wildly, the two Orks follow you and are briefly joined by a third one that pulls itself up from the ground, despite most of its chest missing from your Ripper salvo, swinging its weapon two-handedly with a gutural, animalistic roar before collapsing to the ground as the strain of that last attack finally overwhelms the creatures toughness. Still, its last swing did connect with the cornered Ogryns bulky chest . The other two Orks, laugh at the demise of their kindred and throw themselves against you with renewed vigor! You are able to block the first, but the second batters your hip again .
@Cormaeg & Krish: Your melee is quickly joined by another Ork picking itself back up and looking more dead than alive, taking a swing at Cormaeg. The walking-stick-to-head-motivated Ork returns the favor with a double chop of his blade. But both of you manage to parry their strikes with your respective weapons!
@Leni, Lucky, Milia-Door-Men: Another well-done Ork (bleeding all of the place) picks itself up and sluggishly walks towards the four of you, weapon raised, then stops and obviously tries to decide which one of you to attack. In the end he decides to go after not-so-Lucky. The sluggish swing is easily dodged though. To the right of the corridor a door flies open and an utterly ridiculous looking Ork steps out, clad in the bloodied robes of a nobleman, a loooong necklace brimming with what can only be human teeth and a polished golden walking stick. In typical Ork manner it is roaring: "Zoggit off. Ya moshin' 'stirbed Sir Toofingtons drowsy. Stupid boyz ..." before trailing off as he takes in the four imperials at the door fighting with one badly wounded Ork boy.
@Simmins: Your salvo is blasting one of the Ork gunners good, opening a horribly wound in the left side of its cheek and blasting the gun out of its hand. Following basic Ork logic, it roars madly, pulls out a cleava and rushes down the stairs towards you. The Ork recently used as a blast shield returns to the balcony, looking not that healthy but nevertheless slams its large weapon onto the balcony. The other two shoota-boyz are firing at the loudest enemy - that is you. One is missing so far as to nearly endanger Leni back at the door. The other though ... is hitting bulls-eye, so to speak. One solid round the size of Thud'drs forward phalanx smacks into your helmet and - barely slowed - into your skull . Blood is dripping down your forehead and you feel rattled. The latter one might come from the fact that the Ork sinks several rounds into your cover. Once you get enough calm to take a look, the desk offers five deep holes in its surface, all of which in places that sheltered your body from more pain.
???:
You loose x wounds per round, without reduction from armor/toughness.
You can attempt to stop the bleeding with a medicae +0 (-10 for each X > 1) test yourself each round or have someone else do that for you. Aiding another is possible for this. Can be attempted untrained.
Upon taking the first point of critical damage from bleeding, you get a Toughness test to stop the bleeding.
Leni... Medic.. Bleeedin! Simmins manages to scream out as a very very good hit penetrates all of his impromptu defenses. He's committed though and can't really do anything except keep shooting. This time at the shoota out of cover and stumbling towards him.
Even though it should be an easier shot the stress of the situation seems to be getting at the gunner and only two hits actually land.
Thud only barely feels two handed swing and feels the other feeble strikes not at all. He looks at the little Ork like he's been insulted and retaliates with a brutal gun butt of his own!
- 6 DoS
- replacing for 19 damage
Leni grimaces but swallows the stream of profanity for once. Instead she reaches for her combead to send a single click for 'acknowledged'.
She lets her lasgun fall into its straps. She needs both of her hands. One of them goes for the camo cloak, drawing it closer in hopes of keeping a 'low profile' while the other hand grabs the belted up grenades.
As she moves past the almost dead Ork and Lucky she throws an apologetic "Medic duty" his way.
Having reached halfway to Simmins she uses the bandage around the nades' splints to draw them all, before hurling the bandolier of live grenades towards the newly arrived ork.
Her sneaking is clumsy at best, too much other things on her mind. Her throw towards the newly arrived ork on the other hand is dead on, to the point where it wouldn't be out of place if the strap of the bandolier got cought on the orks tusks instead of just landing near it.
Cormaeg turns to focus on the new arrival, hoping that Krish can finish the original foe off quickly, or that he himself can end the new one first.
At the same time, faced with the hyper aggressive orks, Cormaeg instinctively falls back on the old figure eight pattern.
@Simmins: While you struggle with all the blood clouding your field of vision, the latter part of your short burst is on target and throws back the Ork to the ground, widening the already massive holes in its body. A body looking like the resulting mess does not have the right to get back up again and even the charging Ork would have agreed to that - would he not be busy being dead by now.
@Thud'dr: It is *tonk* time. The ripper proves to be harder than ork bones (once again). The arm of the offending ork boy breaks halfway between elbow and wrist, causing the Choppa to fall to the ground with a heavy *thud*.
@Leni: From the corner of your eyes you see fancy-Ork casually walk towards the wall between the corridor and the main battlefield, without so much as a sidelong glance at the bundle of grenades that bounced against his hip. After rounding the corner already halfway to Simmins, you suddenly come to a shocked halt, as fancy-Ork emerges from a wickedly green glowing energy nexus that appeared out of nowhere. You can smell the ugly words 'Ere We Go!. To make things worse, fancy-Ork is now fancy-Ork-with-green-lightning-spewing-eyes. @Krish: You feel a powerful psychic power being used behind you and receive a split-second mind image of two mind-boggling huge ork-like faces laughing cruelly.
Thud sees the green light, sees his friends in a desperate melee, and something in his mind goes *tink*. This is not acceptable. This was wrong! This must stop! Not again! Not Notch again! Emprah Protek! Thud Protek!
@Cormaeg: You are far from satisfied with your swing, it feels far to slow to hit anything and indeed, the Ork is able to parry your whirring sword with its axe-like choppa again!
@NPCs Door: The bearded fellow who took position near Leni, gives her a bit of covering fire, aiming to take down the badly injured Ork in her way with a carefully aimed shot. He puts a round through the Orks neck, nice and clean, opening the way for Leni in the wake of the dying Ork. The other militiamen is gasping at the green-shimmering nexus of not-reality below which a bandolero of grenades roll around with wise eyes, babbling: "W-W-Witchcraft!"
@NPCs Desks: Both pop up behind their cover, get into firing position and send short burst of gunfire against the gunner orks atop the balcony. They score a total of three hits on two targets.
@Cort: Is getting worked up and yells courses (along lasbolts from his pistol) at the orks before quickly ducking back behind cover. His aim is true - but center mass, resulting in two nearly perfect aligned scorch-marks in the balcony.
Pen: 1, Bleed(1)
@Krish: You decide that it is about time to get rid of the Ork before you, so you swing your staff and ready your powers to obliterate the Xeno upon impact. The swing is terrible but the Ork is just that wide open after that the tip of your staff barely touches the hulking chest of the Xeno. But that is all you need. Your summoned, otherworldy energies stream into the foul body of the greenskin and detonate its chest from within. Steaming particles *flopsch* to the ground on all sides, leaving only the lower parts of two heavily muscled legs behind.
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@Shoota-Boys: The shot Ork suddenly remembers the two humiez behind the desk who reappeared and shot him. Quickly re-aimingpointing his gun, he retaliates. Middle-boy goes after @Simmins again, obviously keen to reproduce his miracle shooting from before. Left-boy cannot decide and goes full-spray into the melee between @Krish, Cormaeg and one of his kind. Neither Simmins nor the militmen are hit but more desks are shredded all around. The wild salvo into the melee, rightfully hits the attackers kin, throwing it agains the far wall where it slumps the ground, leaving a long and bloody trace behind.
@Melee-Boys with Thud: The merciless beating continues...The hits come in like heavy rain. Once, twice, thrice, four times!
@Fancy Weirdboy:
@Burna-Boy: A burning xeno is coming out of the smoke, slowly treading towards the stairs leading down to your level, tendrils of smoke rising from its blistering skin. One of the burna-boys actually survived and is coming towards you!
Pen: 5
Pen:4
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The sounds of heavy cuts can just be heard over the din of battle. Thud is wounded, grievously so, but where his body fails, his Faith soars! As blood runs down his arms and side in small rivulets he rears up to his full height and RAORS, EMPRAH PROTEKS! I AIN'T DEAD YET. YOUS DED, GREENIES! FOR DA EMPRAH!
His weapon descends on the little orks with implacable rage and audible speed, and, as if guided by the Emperor's own hand, the wild swing actually comes down on target!
Trapped behind the makeshift barrier, Cormaeg quickly ducks down from the lethal storm of bullets in the air.
At the very least, no enemies were in direct contact with him anymore, but he also found himself stuck in place.
Curses! This is NOT the time to be pinned down!
Unable to do much, he retrieves his las pistol, arming his off hand just in case he has to stay in place much longer.
"We need those shooters cleared! Let them taste the emperors wrath!"
Leni stares at the greenskin for a split second before screaming at him "You're between me and my patient you ugly son of a grox!"
before shoving her lasgun into his ugly green mouth and pulling the trigger.
Leni's shout causes Simmins to realize that something is happening behind him. He turns his head and blanches as he sees what looks like Leni taking on a Psyker Orc 1 on 1 right next to him and Cort.
Cort! Rebrace on that thing! Millita try and take that burner out! he shouts. There were so many high priority targets that the shooters raining lead around him had dropped to third.
Sarge... there's a witch in our backlines! SARGE! he shouts over the roar of the Stubber even as blood continues to pool around him.
@Thud'dr: You curbstomp one of your assailants into submission. That is to say, you smash in the Orks skull hard enough to make its chest burst open like a fruit.
@Leni: Your hasty shot is scorching the unprotected flesh of fancy-orks right cheek. That one would hurt a human like a b****, but the Ork does not look troubled. Actually, he is looking past you at something or someone behind you with clear interest.
@Simmins: While Leni's attack is visibly not powerful enough to trouble the Ork, your salvo is on target. Dead on target. The ork buckels and shakes under the fussilade, its fancy dress ripped into bloody ribbons. As you have to stop the burst due to slowly loosing control of the spread, the Ork still stands, despite the half a dozen bleeding holes in its body. Leni, on the other side of the Ork is now well doused in bright-red blood.
Krish ducks below the edge of the table as full auto fire spatters all around.
"Shit shit shit shit..." Crouched behind the table, with enemies all around, Krish is very concerned. Things have gone suddenly very sideways. He peers up over the top of the table and sends a wave of exhaustion crashing down over the ork that was shooting at him, with a prayer to the Emperor that the ork in front of him does not end any his life in the next few moments.
As the violet glow surrounds the ork shoota, stygian blackness falls over Krish and everyone in that half of the room.
@Krish: You clearly feel your power taking hold in the beasts mind, knocking it out cold.
@NPCs (door): The right guy is clearly suspicious of the big blob of explosives about to go off in the middle of the corridor and decides that now is a good time to sprint into the room. He is caught mid-move by sudden-darkness. Soon thereafter you hear a distinct clatter as if a ragtag of mismatching bodyarmor and autogun had just hit the floor. Left guy is flinging shells at the approaching burnaboy. His shooting is quite on-target.
@NPCs (desks): Are very keen to follow Simmins 'suggestion' and fire more lead at the burning burnaboy - one hitting home with all fired shots, the other missing horribly. Blue overall meanwhile manages to squeeze another jam out of his shotgun. After taking so many hits, the burning ork drops to his knees, roaring defiantly yet momentarily unable to force its body to move on.
@Shoota-Boys: Are momentarily startled by the massive DARKNESS that just jumped into being in the middle of the room. Then start laughing and joyfully fire their guns on full automatic fire right into the middle of it all.
@Choppa-Boy: Mostly ignoring the darkness, Thud'drs remaining enemy is happily swinging about, laughing all-the-while. The xeno manages to hit the Ogryn again - twice.
@Fancy-Boy: Through the deep, sudden warp darkness, two green glowing eyes remain visible. Making matters worse, the small green dots of lightning starts to wriggle and then extend, split up and lengthen like living lightning, pressing ever deeper towards the center of darkness until it highlight a humanoid figure, seemingly cowering. As the darkness starts to fade, the green lightning remains. A wavering, otherworldly string connecting the weirdboy and witch!
@Nobz: Out of the slowly dissipating smoke in the third floor, a hulking figure strides out, a long and wickedly sparking gun held at the ready, surveying the battlefield. Of which the better part is covered in darkness at that moment. "Whuzza doing, ya gitz? T'ese be no moar than a handfull uf humiez!" The Nob levels his gun in the direction of the two militamen in the far right corner of the room and the guns starts whining and glowing like a very angry nest of irradiated Krieg-Bees...
Whatever foul warp magic the Ork has woven, you feel connected to it in a most horrible way.
You feel your very life-force beeing connected to that of the Xeno...
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
Pen:1, Bleed:1
- 3 DoS
- yes!
Thuds wounds close as he is hit again. The power of his faith, that of a child, is unshakable. He doesn't doubt, didn't question, even his simple subconscious is completely given over to his holy purpose of beating every last xenos to a chunky salsa! His ripper comes down again on the last ork blocking him from his allies to glorious effect!
The orks ability to overwhelm his own defenses against warp powers without even having a contest of wills shakes Krish to the core. Finding himself still pinned by heavy auto fire whizzing by all around him with a melee weapon his hands and no targets close by to hit with it, Krish pulls out his last krak grenade, getting ready to throw it.
with blood dripping in his eyes and crazy warp powers firing in front of him Simmins does what he was trained to do.
He fires at the target right in front of him.
Body Internal damage! knocked prone, 2 rounds stunned, Toughness (+0) or 1d5 fatigue-level
Head Broken Nose! 1 round blinded, Test Toughness (+0) or get stunned for 1 round
Arm Let go of anything hold in that arm