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