02 - Galrisian - Interceptors, The XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with CDXXII imperial guard regiment intercept the ork invasion on Kepler Secundus way.
It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods."
The fleet Vittoria pierces the space-time, bending the quantum physics, the secrets of the stars and the fury of the Warp's gods. It's the Emperor that guide it. The immense ork fleet has come with few hours in advance, but this advantage is negated by the surprise effect of the arrival of the imperial fleet. Large imperial and adeptus mechanicus cargo ships begin their slow descent to the planet, full of their glorious armies, while immense ork landers do the same, pointing to the desert continent in their hands. The planet below dangles flashes and reddish glow, a sign of a relentless war activity. To protect the flow of reinforcements, the respective fleets deploy opposite each other, threatening. Ahead of them will start the battle, soon, long, grueling, until one of the two opponents will not withdraw defeated. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
Planet: Galrisian Sector: Sandor fields Relevance: Intercept the ork panzers division on the Kepler Secundus city route. Force: XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with CDXXII imperial guard regiment . Danger Level: Medium.
The huge Imperial ships land close to the Arctic, where the climate makes ineffective the insidious ork weapons. One by one, the space ships land neatly releasing their load of soldiers, tanks, artillery... and Titans. In two weeks the Imperial forces are now deployed along three directives, starting to study the enemy maneuvers. Napoleork the Despot has just completed the landing of his massive army, the first and most colossal wave. An army that now traveling along the sea that divides the desert continent to Caligula. But suddenly, the Ork displaces all odds, and order the assault of the small town of Kepler secundus, even before his great Waaagh has come to the front. A move that forces the first outpost of the imperial reinforcement to abandon its global deploy maneuvers and head to intercept the attackers. Even before the massive reinforcements have been deployed, the war has already exploded angrily.
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Sandor Sector, one, among hundreds of contested battered battlefields on the Planet. Thirty years of war, and half planet are now an apocalyptic sight disputed between outposts, smoking ruins and districts conquered, and then lost, and then reconquered by the orks dozens and dozens of times, in an attrition war arrived at its terminus, hopeless.
Now. Today as yesterday, Galrisian is only death.
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In the cockpit of the Titans a metal music, each crew his own, as old as the lost years of the Holy TERRA, spreads between the neuronal connections and metal gears of the Titans, bringing the frenzy and stress level of pilots and machine spirits to the "war" level. The pounding of the drums, the power of the electric guitars, the bass rhythm and the glorious screams flow into the neural network of the crews and the immense war machines, making bubbling of adrenaline the brave hearts and roaring the plasma reactors: molten magma, glowing, all-devouring and feeds. An ancient heritage, handed down by millennia in the H.A. division of the Legio Metalica. As a drug the music begins to take effect, inspiring flesh and steel to the imminent battle.
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++ Pastorius, Princeps Hector Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus reporting. We're leading the imperial guard army forward, twenty minutes to enemy contact. Warhound titans in patrol. We adhere to the codex. X25-del6995632x maneuver of the Adeptus Titanicus. Data sent through the machine spirit. ++ ++ The Omnissiah is watching us. Unleash the beasts and celebrate the Supremacy of Steel! Asphalt 'em all! ++
The immense warlord titan Ferrum Iratus marches towards the sector of Sandor. Its immense steps dictate the pace of the entire marching Imperial Army, that wisely held in its shadow. The two warhound titans escort the flanks the mechanized army, while the reaver titan Calor Mars follows its Princeps Bezmenov a half mile away. The army is marching through a world in war, through uninhabited suburbs where nameless outcasts live with raids and gimmicks, even trafficking with the ork enemy. Derelict outposts, militias badly fortified, factories in ruins and rubble. Rubble everywhere. Haggard ork warbands vanish in front of the advance of the Imperial Army, giving way to a confrontation out of their reach. Sandor approaches, more and more. At the horizon immense column of smoke and dust rising to the sky, dozens of exhaust pipes, mufflers and pistons show an immense army of tanks approaching, the battle of Sandor is coming. Kepler Secundus city is right now under attack.
The immense avalanche of tanks begins to deploy in a single long line, covering the entire length of their tactical objectives, arranged along the same line, while on the horizon, the imperial titans and the mechanized divisions deploy as a steel phalanx, ready to forward to their objective, vaguely deployed at wedge to force the orks barrier. The minutes become seconds, and seconds run fast into the abyss of the impending battle.
The sky over Sandor sector is black and gravid of gloom. Nervous lightning dart and thunder, illuminating of bluish flashes the sky above the battlefield. The thunders, one after another, distant, then closer celebrate the prelude of the impending firestorm.
<< Where is the promised land? Where our El Dorado? This fucking great crusade will never end! These bastards green skin know only the law of the strongest, so, Iron skulls! We are the most fucked up and worlds tramplers of the galaxy! Fuck'em all! Seventy boobies servitors at who brings home the skin! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus at his battlegroup.
Huge wheels move digging brutal scars on the ravaged land of Sandor. Two Baneblade and a Shadowsword super heavy tanks saw a hole, a thin line of sight from which a stompa appears, that is enough for the volcano cannon to open fire and transform the mighty jalopy into a heap of smoldering wreckage. This time it wasn't a thunder. The first blood is taken by the imperial forces.
Two whole columns of ork tanks advance quickly on the right flank, beginning a relentless pincer movement, strong of a unassailable numerical superiority while the main ork forces on the center move and occupy the orkish ruins in front of them. A stompa warband and an huge battery of big gunz mounted on battlewagons, followed by eight ork gyrocopters.
While, on the upper skies, the marauder bombers and the ork stukas still keep a distance each other, the vultures squadron prepares an overwatch fire to cover the next imperial advance; and an ork mob on battlewagons advances behind the hill, patrolling the ruins occupied by the stompas and the big gunz.
The air is pervaded by the roar of engines, the roar of pistons, the wrath of hot mufflers, and screams. Savage and bestial orkish screams, mixed with bursts of machine guns fired into the air, create an helllish cacophony only for one purpose: to break the hearts of their opponents, and drown them into terror and blood.
But today, their opponent, his heart, is made of steel.
<< Calor Mars! Unleash the beast! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov to Princeps Joseph W. Coleman on Calor Mars.
OST - Motörhead - Orgasmatron
Calor Mars, the reaver titan, moves and jumps out from the imperial line, reaching directly along the contact line of the first ork tanks column. The war machine, as red as the fury of its plasma reactor, directs all its arsenal forward. The turbolaser destructor and the gatling cannon open fire sparking a deadly rain, when the carapace lights creating powerful electric and electrostatic discharge that blend with the tempestuous sky. An avalanche of plasma is projected forward, the plasma destructor unleashes its fury against a heavily armed battlefortress, reducing it to a pile of bubbling metal, while half a dozen tanks are devastated by the rain of bullets. The euphoria of the devastation runs along the circuits and neuronal systems of the pilot and his crew, mixing with the loud metal music, releasing endorphins and greenish oily fluids between flesh and steel.
While the orcs take time, the warlord titan Ferrum Iratus and the warhound titan Lupus Igneus advance compact, forming a battlegroup cohesive and ready for action. The XI Legio Metalica H.A. Battlegroup advances and accepts the challenge. Sandor will boil and be burned at all, before the titan legion makes a step back from the enemy. They survived the Heresy, they have made great the empire of men during the Great Crusade.
The first ork tanks are destroyed, enormous battlefortress shredded, however, the immense wave doesn't even seem scratched. Fast, defying the laws of the possible, as quick as the Death in an infamous night three battlefortress advance rapidly towards the reaver titan, unleashing a terrifying firestorm. A pounding hail of cannons hits the Titan, its void shields collapse one after the other, while the first shots affect the thick armor, barely resisting.
Venator Vendetta, the second warhound titan, moves near the reaver titan to hold with it the position, and unleashes its firepower against the battlefortress. Its plasma blastgun and the light turbolaser destructor, however, can only partially damage one of the three scrap super heavy giants.
The firestorm doesn't end that a column of tanks approach, fast. A battlefortress armed with a Soopa Zzap gun, as another gun wagon. From the imperial backline the vultures squadron gain altitude, and immediately bombard with all their long-range missiles the super heavy tank, destroying it before it gets in position; however, the tanks open fire, the terrifying blow of the soopa zzapp gun lacks the Titan for a nap, while explosive balls befall on its carapace. Calor Mars resists, once again.
The noisy avalanche moved, a huge mass of iron and scrap, cannons and machine guns. Green beasts thirsty of red blood and booty.
The orks pincer movement is pushed deeper and deeper, the orcs, in their fury, show to be leaded by a wise and astute warboss. Denying the frontal assault, he forced the armored division of the leman russ to redeploy, failing the initiative, alongside their super heavy tanks, and with an encirclement maneuver they formed a long diagonal line of fire, opening the weaker front of the imperial deployment. To try to foil the trap, only a storm troopers platoon on valkyries, but like a claw the pincers tightens...
The challenge was taken up, and now the army of the imperium have to raise the stakes. One of the two mechanized infantry regiments advances and goes in front of the two titans on the front line. The chimera tanks stop while dozens of soldiers take position to their sides. The regiment opens fire, destroying an enemy tank.
Retaliation, it comes fast, deadly, with the powerful, strange, fool as incomprehensible are the most deadly orkish weapons. Another ork tankz division advances fast, all red as red are their evil sunz flags. The tanks move near the orks ruins, next to the stompers, and unleash their firepower against the mechanized infantry regiment. At the foot of the titan an immense explosion, multi-colored for an instant, then the scrap of three chimera tanks, while the fourth is hanging thirty meters into the air, only to fall to the ground, sweeping away a dozen soldiers. shredded of soldiers and scrap of tanks are launched, torn, against the metal bodies of the Titans behind them while the regiment commissar raves about the magnitude of their God Emperor and the immense war machines that soon, very soon, will win this battle for them.
For many, it's already come to an end. But, about the battle, it's only the beginning.
TURN 1. End turn. ORKS WAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
Sinister creaks and metal roars echoing, mingling with the blusterous sky over Sandor, the hammering of potholes, steel on steel, creaking, screaming, that everything crushes and injures. The cockpits of giant monsters echoing of light signals, machine code and loud music that inspires and moves like a rite the human flesh and titan steel, melted together as centaurs. Gears move, ancient and unstoppable, while the titan legion advances on the battlefield. As giants of the ancient legends, after all, for them, the Great Crusade never ended. For the Hells Angels Legio Metalica division, a battlegroup at limit of heresy, it's again time to conquer and unify the galaxy in the name of mankind.
Half steel, half flesh. ...half beast.
++ What the hell is so precious in this world, Boss Bezmenov, for letting us dislodge our ass from Piumbus? ++ ++ Factories and gold mines, as well as the last frontier of our empire, the empire of the God Emperor and the Omnissiah! Coleman! ++ ++ Gold, Ha! The age of gold, reminds me the legends of that shitty twentieth century, good only for encase tombs and grease the worms. Strive for steel! Cowards! Strive for the Machine spirit! ++ ++ Now shut up and stop throwing up bullshit, Coleman, and escape from the black shit in front of you! Regroup and diversion maneuver, go out from their line of fire! ++
Cries, louder and louder the voice of the commissar of the mechanized infantry regiment, now under attack, promises glory and victory, and mercy at the feet of their Emperor. Man and God at the same time. Brutal explosions rend the ranks, while some chimera tanks explode under the fire of the ork mob approaching. Dozens of soldiers fall to the ground, dead and wounded, there is no time to rescue anyone. They fall to the ground and remain there, while their screams fade away in the general confusion. The Orks push angrily on the front line.
The battle explodes frantic on the contact line. While the imperial infantry suffer heavy losses the stormtroopes platoon on valkyries advances and takes place in the scientific laboratories district, setting off a storm of missiles and precision fire upon an approacching kult of speed of the blood axes. A series of explosions rise high in the sky. The kult of speed has been annihilated, only a handful of buggies escape the apocalypse of fire.
The operations succeed rapid. Where lacking in wit the orks compensate with their innate furious predisposition for the assault. The fumes of the destruction of the kult of speed don't have time to dissipate that a stukas platoon darts in the sky pointing directly against the stormtroopers. A rain of missiles, a storm of machine guns. All valkyries, caught off guard and without air cover, are destroyed while almost half of the stormtroopers fall killed. What it looked like a newly-won position, proved to be a tomb. The few survived stormtroopers fall back few meters behind, inside the last building before the open ground.
Shout, shout louder the commissar at the front: we will prevail! He says. Yet, his regiment is in disarray. The commander is dead, and once again it is under fire. A column of ork tanks advances and hits hard. Another chimera tank explodes together with the regimental hydra flak tank; other casualties among the soldiers and it's over. The survivors fall back on the three remained chimera tanks and hide behind the mighty imperial titans. Now are them the new front line. Their salvation.
Suddenly, it's call the air support from the backline by the imperial guard supreme commander, and two marauder bombers run on the battlefield targeting, over the wreckage of the destroyed kult of speed, the evil sunz mob hidden in the hills on their left flank. The bombers appear through the grey clouds. The bombing is spectacular, but very few damages. A dozen orks, and a little more gretchin.
Calor Mars moves. Rapid moves its huge steel foots behind the hill, closer to his master and escaping at the same time from the terrifying enemy line of fire. From its new position, behind the central hill, the metal beast opens fire on the closer column of tanks, destroying some gun wagonz.
The orks advance, and their pressing is unstoppable. The ork gunfortress move and unleash a brutal firestorm against Venator Vendetta, the warhound titan. All its void shields collapse, while detonate explosive balls on its armor, enveloping it in a cloud of flame and smoke. Yet, miraculously, the warhound comes out unscathed. Deus est machina.
The warhound titan moves, as the reaver titan, behind the central hill forming a compact titans group, and fires against the same blitz brigade previously damaged by the reaver titan; but its light turbo-laser destructor fire is inaccurate and only the first gun wagon is destroyed.
Again, again and again. The ork blitz brigades push on, unstoppable. The evil sunz brigade moves behind the gunfortress and unleash all their firepower. Soopa Zzapp guns, from a dragster armed with clumsy missiles start a storm of meteors, while from another vehicle two bluish beams meander forward, between the shelling of the other ork gun wagonz. Where before there were titans, now there is no one to shield what remains of the mechanized infantry regiment. Trapped inside their tanks chimera, desperate cries, the screams and the frantic voices overlap in the global tactic vox device channel, the hosanna of their commissar, all at once silent, silenced in a glowing fireball throwing charred debris everywhere. Death is everywhere.
From the imperial backline the leman russ company, with a fast move, arrives exactly among the wreckage of the just annihilated infantry regiment, and unleashes its retaliation against the blitz brigade in front of it. Damaged by the reaver titan and the warhound Venator Vendetta, the ork tanks are decimated. The battle cannons do great massacre and finally the first column of tank is forced to retreat behind the hill where are perched the evil sunz boyz. Like a stormy sea, the orks are an unstoppable wave.
Meanwhile, the imperial super heavy tanks march hidden on the right side of the central hill, performing an encirclement maneuver. The imperial tactic begins to show its insidious danger. who is encircling who?
Another blitz brigade advances from the ork rear and strikes against the leman russ, destroying one tank. The imperial guards are suffering huge losses, but hold the ground!
<< It's time to clear this fuckin' hill, Incendiarius! Burner, burn 'em all! >> The order arrives clear in the cockpit of Lupus Igneus from his Master on Ferrum Iratus. The second warhound titan hidden behind a rocky outcrop advances and call for it the power of flame and destruction. The Omnissiah's wrath breaks from its Inferno Gun, a monstrous wave of fire that burns one third of the hill, from bottom to the top, where the orcs are perched. Dozens of orcs are vaporized, some battlewagons are destroyed and burning roll downstream, now empty burned walking scraps. The mob is seriously massacred, but holds the top of the hill, ready for retaliation.
An avalanche. Sure, an avalanche of battlewagons and gunwagonz has hit the imperial front line. The Fields of Sandor are now a horrible scar, furrowed by bubbling craters and explosions. The orks beat on the beaten. Columns of ork tanks advance and press upon the imperial army, which fails to break the blockade while on the sky thunders and lightning join the deafening brutal concert of death and destruction.
An ork gyrocopters brigade jump out from the orks settlement and tries to slow down the imperial super heavy tanks next advance, damaging the first baneblade; but suddenly a sentinel platoon moves fast and patrol the area in front of the super heavy tanks firing at the ork gyrocopters.
There isn't rest, no mercy, no remorse, no retreat. For the stormtroopers, in front of them, cut off from the rest of their army, there is only glory, in death. The evil sunz mob quickly descends from the hill mounted on their battlewagons and battlefortress, but are forced to stop in front of the imperial veterans that patrol the scientific district. Of the twenty soldiers, only ten survive the cannonade.
"Reinforcements! The left flank is about to collapse! We call for reinforcements now!", is the voice of the liutenant of the stormtroopers that breaks on the supreme commander's vox device. The vultures squadron is sent to reinforce and face the evil sunz, but they are able to kill only few boyz before to be destroyed by the impressive firepower of the ork stompas brigade perched on the orks settlement.
<< Damn! Iron Skulls, XI Battlegroup! My animals, regroup maneuver, now! Tactic advance and long range fire against the columns of tanks on the left flank, avoiding their direct line of fire. All around me! all around me my warriors! Ready to climb this hill, a ride of glory! We will be an avalanche upon them! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov to all its XI Battlegroup.
The earth trembles, the tanks vibrate and the sky roars thunders and lightning bolts, when the warlord titan Ferrum Iratus advances rapidly over the hill, moving gloriously in front of the enemy army. As a steel God it stands immense on the horizon, drawing to itself magnetic and electrostatic forces that do fibrillar and sparkle its void shields. All its mouths of fire light, and in a few seconds it becomes a battle station at full power! All guns blazing! Still, its fury is dedicated not against the battlefortress down the hill, but wisely it strikes deep, targeting the kult of speed ready for action, which is hit by a terrifying rain of fire that halved the effectives.
What remain of the evil sunz kult of speed aborts its mission and is forced to perform an assault against the sentinels platoon, keeping well away from the warlord titan support fire. The sentinels are swept away under the flamethrowers of the ork scorchers.
The second and last mechanized infantry detachment advances on the left side of the central hill, near the warlord titan and unleashes all its firepower against the deathskull ork mob perched on the top of the hill. The firestorm is too much even for the orks, now completely decimated. From the massacre it's seen escape a couple of battlewagons, with a few dozen green-skins, burned and humiliated. For them, the battle is over.
In the end, from the farthest imperial rear four chimera tanks full of praetorian combat servitors and robots march moving behind the central hill, in line of sight of the Veteran Princeps Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus. All mounted on their tanks, ready to jump down from the hill. The imperial assault forces and its tactic are now revealed.
OST - Iron Maiden - Run To The Hills
Sandor boils. The ork's pincer on the imperial left flank is hold only by ten stormtroopers and two vultures in disarray, while on the center the whole ork's blitz brigade columns are positioned and ready for strike until victory, facing the leman russ tanks. And a hill, on the middle of the battle. A hill to devide the orks army to the titan legion battlegroup and the praetorians ready for battle. A hill devides now victory from defeat.
War is hell. But the orks will never know peace until theirs defeat. For them, there is only war, and conquer. The Legio Metalica XI battlegroup is ready to write its page on the glorious Chronicles of their titan legion... and motor club.
TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
The roar of cannon, the wild scream, the desperate cries of the soldiers who have lost their minds, even before their life. The wrath of the orcs, the wrath of the Legio metalica, Sandor is only action, explosion, fire, flame that devoure flesh and steel, and thunder. A storm, a terrifying cacophony that shakes the earth. All that remains between the clash of two races, alien each other, is only horror, death and destruction.
OST - Motörhead - Life's A Bitch
<< Again! Again! Bwha aha hah ahaa!! Gimme again of Zhis fukkkin 'mess! >>
From the Soopa Stompa an absurd ork of the bad moon holding a monstrous megaphone is screaming incomprehensible rants, or completely insane. The battle excites them, the orks. It makes them more fierce, more combative, more successful. And terribly, terribly most dangerous.
Speed and explosions, as drugs bring the orks to a level of terrifying euphoria.
The second and last mechanized infantry regiment is ready. The coordinates are acquired, the tactical plan is ready. From behind the hill the praetorian combat servitors whizzing down, while the imperial infantry advances on the side conquering the ruins previously occupied by the orks, giving assault simultaneously on the entire orks first line: the gyrocopters, a blitz brigade and what remains of the evil sunz kult of speed. The servitors, together with some robots, burst between the ork tanks and buggies, engaging them in a mortal melee. Immediately is unleashed a terrifying support fire, the battlefortresses, the column of tanks close behind and the warlord titan open fire into the fray adding massacre to massacre. Smoke, fire, explosions, screams, gears and metal sheets that melt, spines that break and limbs jumping in the air in a roaring devastation. But the victory is imperial. Numerous tanks chimera were destroyed, along with about twenty servitors, but the first ork line is annihilated.
From the head of the Soopa Stompa, the Warboss howls the immediate retaliation. The entire Stompa Mob opens fire. The combination of the Soopa guns of the warengine with the fierce shelling of the Stompas in sustained fire turn into a monstrous glowing fireball. One that moments before seemed the prologue of a certain victory turns into a blazing tomb. Dozens of imperial guards vanish under fire at millions degrees, entire chimera tanks are vaporized while others, destroyed, go down to the valley to blend into the dead swamp that became the valley itself. When the smoke dissipates, the hill is only death. Alone, the warlord titan still stands on the horizon.
What remains of the praetorians and the imperial infantry fall back again behind the hill.
Sandor is death, speed and fire. Only this.
Before to be targeted by the ork tanks, and with the initiative in their hands, the leman russ tanks open a sustained fire against one of the countless orks blitz brigades, the first in front of them, destroying a lot of enemy tanks.
Few moments later, and Ferrum Iratus turns is red head, looking wth his green eyes with hate the ork fortresseses. All its weapon systems turn to them, the volcano cannon, the quake cannon, the turbolaser destructor and the gatling cannon; and with unbridgeable fury it opens fire. The volcano cannon hits and melts entirely a first fortress, while the quake cannon destroys the second, and two gun wagonz. The other weapon systems riddle with bullets the third fortress, reducing it to a pile of useless metal. Nothing is survived at its wrath.
Another ork blitz brigade tries to push back the leman russ, but are able to destroy only one tank during their gunfire.
The orks try again a serious retaliation, with the ground attack of the stukas upon the imperial super heavy tanks, but their heavy armor resists the enemy fire. In the same time, but in the opposite side of the battlefield, the marauder bombers try to stop an incoming blitz brigade, destroying one tank, but it's not enough.
<< For the jackets of our glorious ancestors! Scoundrels! Strive for your life and for this fuckin' mankind! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov to all its XI Battlegroup.
On the imperial left flank, what remain of the stormtroopers, fifteen men at all, advance and occupy the abandoned laboratories, holding with their bodies the advance of the enemy.
++ Incendiarius! Bastard dog! For the holy gears of our ancestors! The order is to stay around me! Where the hell... ++ ++ Burn! Fire! Fireeeeeee... Hahahahaha!! Ride! My hound! Ride and burn! ++
Precious moments, the maneuver of the stormtroopers opens at a bold action! Lupus Igneus the warhound titan moves, leaving its titan battlegroup and moving in open field, openly breaking the orders of his superior Bezmenov. The steel hound stops near the stormtroopers and unleashes its Inferno Gun! A wave of fire overwhelms the evil sunz mob, perched on the ruins, while the light turbo laser destructor destroys one after another all their battlewagons.
The mob, still burning, made foolish by the flames and eager for revenge, assault the stormtroopers with all its remaining forces. The stormtroopers fight as lions, while the warhound titan gives support fire at the imperial veterans in their ultimate hour. An epic, legendary clash happen in front of Bezmenov's eyes. The ork is gone to meet their end. Five stormtroopers fall to the ground, but the mob is defeated, the last orks killed while they attempt to fall back. The blitz brigade that given support fire fall back it too, along with the battlefortress, only unit survived of the evil sunz mob.
The courage of fifteen soldiers and the madness of one titan legion princeps have made possible the unthinkable. The left flank, the ork's pincer on the imperial left flank is collapsed.
From behind the hill, the hydra tanks platoon advances and conquers again the top of the central hill, firing at the ork big gunz perched on the ork settlement, while three battlewagons and five boyz, the only survivors of the devastated deathskull ork mob, run again on the battlefront and fire at the stormtroopers, that exhausted finally fall back. They done their job entering into legend.
The imperial super heavy tanks advance and challenge the ork artilleries perched on the ork settlement. The big gunz break their overwatch and explodes a noisy exchange of blows. Three battlewagons and some artillery pieces are destroyed, while the already damaged baneblade suffers another hit.
The ork fighta bombas attempt to evade the Hydra flaks on the hill, but two are shot down and crash to the ground.
The glorious collapse of the ork right pincer changed the entire imperial battleplan. Now, victory is possible! So, Calor Mars and Venator Vendetta receive their new tactic maneuver from their leader and master. Them both surpass the top of the hill with glorious and epic steps, and unleash their firepower against the ork stompers perched on the ruins, among the ork settlement.
However, only one stomper is destroyed at the end of their spectacular shelling.
<< Boss... You know, I'm a motherfucker! But... fuck! They want my skull! Somebody get me out of this shit! >> Princeps Incendiarius on Lupus Igneus, warhound titan.
The orks assault is like the waves of a sea, green and fierce. Formations that shortly before were retreating, come back to the front. It's the call of battle, it's the roar of the cannon. It's this that makes the orks the most winning warrior race of the universe.
The kult of speed of the blood axes, together with a stormboyz horde, move fast and occupy the ruin of the scientific laboratories, encircling the warhound titan Lupus Igneus. It's time for Revenge.
The titan battlegroup is now the key of the entire battle. Now they are the anvil and the hammer of the Imperium. The Hells Angels are here, and it doesn't need anything more.
<< Incendiarius! Son of anarchy! Run outside this trap! You've just wrote your own page of glory! >> Veteran Princeps Bezmenov to Lupus Igneus.
Bezmenov looks at the ork warboss on the top of the Soopa Stompa. He looks him from its cockpit. The warengine to destroy, the enemy to kill, the battle to win.
TURN 3. End turn. ORKS WAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
OST - Motörhead - Thunder & Lightning (New Song 2015 from album Bad Magic)
"Hail the Omnissiah! He is the God in the Machine, the Source of All Knowledge." — Magos-Lector Vad Kapellax, at the first Convocation of the Lathes
The crew and the servitors busily work on their arcane devices, by entering codes, converging flows of plasma, controlling the level and stability of the plasma reactor, and the efficiency of the entire weapon system. The Soopa Stompa is their target, but the Soopa Stompa and with it some other stompers move, a short movement inside the ruins surprises the fire maneuver of Ferrum Iratus. The stompers open fire, a terrible storm against the warhound titan Venator Vendetta. The warhound, well before it can react, is hit by a terrific cannonade. Its void shields collapse under the formidable hammering, while a horrible explosion breaks its carapace and rips off its light turbo laser destructor. However, from the ball of smoke and flames that it is became, the warhound emerges miraculously still standing, in a daring escape behind the central hill.
<< Incendiarius! Lupus Igneus, for the soul of your best! Come here! Come here, now! >> Veteran princeps Bezmenov.
With a masterful maneuver, worthy of the oldest strategists of the Adeptus Titanicus, Lupus Igneus the warhound titan, this time obeying the directives of its Veteran Princeps on Ferrum Iratus, moves forward for stops at the foot of the reaver titan Calor Mars, escaping from the assault of the ork hordes and at the same time bringing its devastating Inferno Gun against the entrenched ork artillery perched on the settlements. A wave of massive flames invests the crumbling buildings, burning and devastating the enemy artillery, virtually defenseless against the wave of flames.
The remaining ork big gunz shocked by the devastating conflagration open fire on the imperial superheavy tanks, but the turmoil prevents them from perform a sustained fire. A combination that allows the company to go out only slightly damaged by the shelling.
The entire command is now in the hands of Bezmenov, who commands and gets the reinforcement of the leman russ company on the central front. The tanks advance and open fire on the Soopa Stompa, destroying all its power fields, leaving it undefended against the titans weapons. Now the destruction of the stompers has become the top priority. The key for victory.
However, on the left flank, bravely held by the imperial stormtroopers in the hours before, is overwhelmed from the assault of the rokkitboyz that assault and slash down the last two vultures, while the remnants of the Deathskulls mob moves quickly in front of the imperial superheavy tanks barring them the road and forcing to retreat the imperial hydra flak tanks on the hilltop, now under fire from their machine guns and crude rocket launchers. The secondary imperial objective is contested, the flank is broken.
Still, and gloriously, it's prepared the last, extreme defense on the left flank, now hopelessly compromised. The last two chimera tanks of the praetorian combat servitors run quickly from behind the central hill to the disputed area, barring the way at the "rokkit" boyz, while from behind a spur the last ten stormtroopers charge, in a glorious assault against the skyboyz that countercharge the praetorians. A fierce melee, but in the end none of the orks escape the massacre, while servitors and soldiers close the ranks, ready for the last defense.
The action falls, dizzying. What remains of the blood axes kult of Speed come back to the front, moving to the weak side of the imperial advance ravaging the latest chimera tanks and killing half a dozen servitors. But before the columns of gun wagonz in the vicinity can launch the assault, the Marauder bombers arrive definitively destroying the kult of speed, only two schorchas leave the battlefield joining the tankaz in retreat.
On the opposite side, the last four ork stukas bomb the baneblades, but today the imperial army seems unstoppable! And immediately retaliation is unleashed. The baneblades and the Shadowsword climb the hill, bypassing the battlewagons and taking the side of the reaver titan. A movement that permanently contest the sector occupied by the orks. The fire of the Baneblade is ineffective, inaccurate, but the volcano cannon strikes smear the Soopa Stompa, damaging it.
On the left flank the orks arrive with a colum of tankaz, to finally challenge the entire front with their presence, opening fire aginst the servitors, that now broken still stand, fearless. The call of duty, the call of glory summon the last imperial guards survived at the hecatomb of the previous hours, that march near the stormtroopers and the last servitors and robots. An indistinct mass of veterans, privates, servitors and robots now form the last defense on the left flank, but maybe this last as extreme battle will not be fought...
The machine Spirit of Ferrum Iratus is in fibrillation, the memories of all its predecessors princeps and crew are merging together and living again in its ironclad ego. The promise of endless conquest and knowledge. The memories of Mars, where its most precious gears were born. As a pack leader, instinctively, with a bestial instinct embodied in a machine of death, Ferrum Iratus leads with its will the entire battlegroup, forward, as ten thousand years ago, forward, in a great crusade, forward to victory. At any cost.
<< Fire! My red beasts! Fire At Will Fire until victory! >> Princips Bezmenov to its entire battlegroup.
A column tankaz, one of the many beaten back and reappeared at the front lurks on the hill opposite to the central one, and opens fire directly against Ferrum Iratus. The last tank armed with a Soopa Zzap gun strikes furiously the warlord titan, breaking down numerous of its void shields, that is enough to avoid, once again, the sustained fire of the Titan against the Stompa mob.
The warlord titan, the battlegroup commander, though distracted by the impending fire, opens fire on the Stompa mob. The quake cannon, the gatling blaster and the turbolaser destructor fire against the Soopa Stompa, which nevertheless resists the bump, while the volcano cannon hits spectacularly the head of the Soopa Stompa, that explodes instantly silencing the raucous scream of the bad moon warboss, simply evaporated. The Stompa mob moves, leaves the ruins... is broken and falls back!
<< Coleman! Old mine! Finish them! Finish them now and bring me the victory! >> Princips Bezmenov to Calor Mars.
Under the orders of his leader, Calor Mars unleashes its fury in sustained fire. Firmly on its legs, the plasma destructor lights attracting on itself frightening lightning, while the rest of its equipment is unleashed mercilessly. The Soopa Stompa, already on fire, explodes and crumples in on itself, while three of the five Stompa, stabbed in the back, destroyed stop their march. Fire and flames! Flames and fire! The last two vanish from the imperial line of sight, leaving only wreckage, and a crushing defeat behind them.
It's over, and it's glory!
It's over, and are cups of glory in the hands of the Omnissiah's finest.
The Legio Metalica battlegroup stands gloriously on the top of the hill, entire, undefeated, still menacing. The ork tanks on the left flank turn of 180° and follow the chaotic retreat.
It's over, the first contact with the enemy is over, but the war has just begun.
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAGH: 0 ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (break the spirits)
<< The first battle was a masterpiece, Legate Pastorius. The service of the legion on our side is unmatched. For The glory of the Imperium! >> Field marshal Tanaiser, at Legate Pastorius of the H.A. Legio Metalica battle group.
