02 - Galrisian - Interceptors, The XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with CDXXII imperial guard regiment intercept the ork invasion on Kepler Secundus way.
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)
