| TURN 10
Initiative: ORKSThe thunders of the storm replacing the roar of cannons, the storm is far from ending. The soopa Stompa in Balur square opens fire on the leman russ company controlled by the Commissioner Yarrick, but miraculously, no tank falls under the heavy fire of the war engine. All the pieces are on the chess, war machines, facing each other, observe ready to unleash an apocalypse of fire on Governor's Sector. On one side, the Legio Metalica is ready to strike, and on the other side, all the armies of the Orcs are ready to wait for that fire, in overwatch. And it is Rugiens Clamor that opens the dance. With an advanced directs itself toward the space bay and in a short space a firestorm hits the Great Gargant of Felgrom. Battlecannon shots of the towers, the Hellstorm cannon unleashes a storm of fire that spreads as well as on Gargant, even on kult of speed and mekboy Gargant. The earth trembles when the quake cannon Fell on the war machines of the orks, and a dazzling light from the plasma open fire from the annihilator. The great Gargant is enveloped in a cloud of glowing smoke, rolling of sheet evaporate, his right arm just melted into a mass of molten iron. Explosions and screams are heard by hundreds of green skin that attempt to remedy the two huge fires that erupt from the belly of the monster metal, dangerously close at the ammunition's storage. When the firestorm is finished, Tiberius III° order at Malleus Punitor to advance and occupy the space bay. The mighty warlord, armed with a fearsome power fist, a volcano cannon, a plasma cannon and a turbolaser destructor advance towards the bay space. As soon as his line of sight, the formation of the Ork big gunz and the Great Gargant of Felgrom break the alert and open fire. The void shields collapse quickly, and a shot is able to penetrate into the thick armor of titan, but is not sufficient to stop the retaliation that pours still on Great Gargant of Felgrom. After this latest firestorm, the Great Gargant is reduced to little more than a smoldering wreck and burning, but still operational. Ghazghkull order to Mekboy Gargant to move forward with a double move in the space bay and face the Titan just arrived. The mekboy Gargant advances, awkwardly, and is positioned in the center of the space bay: miraculously, by sheer luck, manages to coordinate two of his three soopa Lifta Droppa. Two lifta droppa rays strike the warlord, one simply engages the mighty chain fist that after a horrendous screech is stripped away with unnatural ease, to land and crashing to the ground. The other beam engages the head of Malleus Punitor. The carapace is curved, the titan attempting an escape maneuver, but in a few moments the head of the titan is literally torn away and thrown, as a trophy, between the lines of the orcs on the streets, crushing dozen of that beasts. The triumph cries of the orcs echoed across the battlefield. Murum Deus II can only observe the carcass of Malleus Punitor, still standing, as a huge idol deceased. Any attempt to connect with Ulrike vox fails. The princeps died with his mighty war machine. However, retaliation does not take long to arrive. Yarrick orders his company of leman russ to advance towards the bay, and a hammer of cannons and Lascannon knock down all the power fields of Mekboy Gargant, damaging it, and finally, Murum Deus II advances on the space bay, next to the destroyed Titan, and unleash all its firepower against the mekboy Gargant. Explosions, scrap, a Lifta-Droppa is disintegrated by a shot of a volcano cannon and shot penetrates the bizarre idiot head of thisidol of death. The mekboy Gargant, unexpectedly, accidentally begins to move towards Murum Deus II, only to end its useless running back to him, wrapped in a column of smoke and fire. The rough riders survived at the defense of artillery immediately launch a charge against the big gunz of the orcs with the strong firefight support of Murum Deus II, sacrificing himself for the greater cause to do the biggest carnage possible between the ork artillery. Fulmen Jupiter, the reaver titan titan moves toward the emperor, on the road to the space bay. From the IBMS sector, the soopa Stompa chases shelling the infantry that quickly attempt to move out of his deadly line of sight, and the blitz brigade and soopa zzapp fortress burst between the Imperial lines, shelling and killing 6 rough riders, assigned to the defense of the platform access to Infernus square. The Megagargant with a double move, seeing the way to Inferus square clear, arrive on the platform access, his goal is clear. And 'perhaps obvious. The emperor titan is hit hard, three void shields collapse under the fire of the Mega Gargant, which spreads damaging adjacent houses and fortresses. The battle still rages, when the Supreme Commander of the mechanized infantry Diuter, High General, defender of the hive followed by a Warhound titan enter and position themselves at the entrance of the space bay. On the other hand, a blitz brigade with their deadly weapons and a Gargant advance towards the space bay. The entire sector is going to an unprecedented level of battle. The plan Ghazghkull, however, was only slowed down by the storm, and soon reveals itself in all its terrifying and creeping perfidy. After an initial phase of heavy clashes among the war engines, the great warlord orders to all remaining formations to flank the imperial line. A large formation of orcs march under the bridge in range of engagement with the formation of the supreme commander Diuter. The kult of speed, followed by two huge battlefortress, advancing rapidly almost in contact with Murum Deus II°, the Warhound titan and the regimental HQ. On the left side, on the vector of the psychic tower, the Great Gargant of Ingrak surrounds the imperial line, ready to seize behind infantry and titans. Ghazghkull himself, between his kult of speed, at the center of the bay space, screams and makes the armies of orcs of the terrible slaughter that prepares, hordes of orcs, hundreds of soldiers, including war machines in flames and scattered debris. The space bay is a bubbling cauldron of glowing fire and throw up corpses and debris. Yarrick and Ghazkghull can barely see each other, one on top of his rhino shout the victory and sacrifice and the other, riding his battlewagon, thunder orders left and right to the whole horde of orcs that brought you here, to death, without mercy: the battle has come to a crucial point, and we both know very well. But only destiny knows, who will be taking the first step towards the immense carnage that will color of fire red and red blood the crucial sector of the Hive Infernus. On the vox of Commissar HOlt a message incoming: <<by now you Commissar HOlt are at the command of the defense of the Governor Palace. We don't know what will happen on the space bay, don't look at this. Defend the palace at any cost, to the last man. Commissar Yarrick.>>                     Novel created by Commissar Holt on tactical command~The storm grows, unceaseable... it's enormous majesty, may break this world apart... but not our willing to fight!~ *Commissar Holt was looking up high on the skies. Face and hand bandaged, small dose painkiller injected and he is ready to move again. His tinnitus gone, the sounds of battle was heard clearly again. But it was his eyes that caught interest!
In the smoke gulfed air, a lone bomber, chased by nine ork stukkas! Impressive and brave manouvres was demonstrated, as the pilot tried everything to avoid the inevitable.
The fall of the heroic pilot, was escorted by the respectful salute of around half the men in the palace, including the political officer, who got suddenly interrupted by a vox operator guardsman.
-Sir! We have received a vox message from Lord Commissar Yarrick!
-Does the Lord still in contact?
-No sir! Lost connection, but I recorded the message.
-Play it then loudly!
-Yes sir! *The vox operator turns the speaker on, turns the volume bone max, and plays the urgent message. The old man's hoarsely voice filled the large palace chamber where the VII. mechanized company, some seceded troops and refugees resided.*
-"by now you Commissar Holt are at the command of the defense of the Governor Palace. We don't know what will happen on the space bay, don't look at this. Defend the palace at any cost, to the last man."
*Silence sitted inside the chamber, while outside the Hive hurtled all over, with clashes of thousands, men, ork and steel. The political officer calmly walked into the middle of his men. His bandaged hand rested on the ricasso of his chainsword.*
-Sergeant Moloch!
-Yef fir? *A bald, scant teethed, but strenghtful man stood up.*
-Take the yellow squad around the palace corridors, and organize scout positions. Report immideatly if anything nears the palace!
-YEF FIR! *some spit squirted* YOU CAN COUNT ON ME! *the yellow squad left the chamber, boots knocked on the shiny tiles, las ammunitions, frag grenades rattled, while some leaked swears restlessly tries avoiding Commissar Holts ears.
-Lieutenant Feitcher!
-Yes officer Holt? *A young fair-haired, rigid, scarless uniform stepped closer.*
-I need a report of the company general state, and surveying among these refugees, and the seceded troops. We are going to need every available hand.
-Yes officer Holt. I understand and ready to execute. *The answer was somewhat overconfident. Just as the eyes of men, around Holt. They feared and respected him, tried to show courage, but deep inside dreadness dominated their hearts. The hell, which Infernus become, was too much for them.*
-I know what you feel. I remember it from my cadet years. *Some of the men may have noticed a tiny comprehension in the political officers voice.*
~Can it be?~ *That was their thought, and they continued to listen.*
-Our very lives are at stake, and there is a significant possibility that we are going to lose every one of it!
~It can't be!~
-It is these times when he have nowhere to turn, but to the Emperor! For safety, you think?
No!
For honor, that we shall serve the Imperium in it's darkest hours! That is our duty, that is our fate!
Why would our Immortal Lord require us to withstand hell itself?!
I personally experienced the answer at Volistad!
Just like Infernus! Volistad was in flames, ignited by orks savagery! I saw it all there! Regiments of tanks, artillery gunned them down, engines of war vaporized them, the fylers of the proud Navy shadowed the sky with their fury... Yet! *His word waved through the wobbly civilians and soldiers.*
None... of these could hold off the ork invaders... NONE, but only ONE! *Holt held a short pause, and continued with a more heightened protrusion.*
The very ranks of infantry! Tens of thousands men, and women! You!
It all turned the tides at Volistad as the ork attacks got paced down, for every metres they advanced and in the final battle, they got repelled by the tenacity of guardsmen!
This is the morale of Volistad.
*Commissar Holt pulls out his laspistol, showing an engravement on it: "Morale of Volistad"*
And I Am determined to carry out it's will on Infernus!turn datasheetArmy status end turn 10: DownloadTURN 10. end turn.
Governor Palace: Imperium hands
Space bay: contested
Intercontinental ballistic missile silos: DESTROYED
Psychic tower: Ork hands
Heavy artillery ground cannon: DESTROYEDEdited by Radgraglio - 14/4/2021, 11:53
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