Over the skies of Galrisian immense ships fight their endless battle, without, however, earn a minimum vantage to either factions. Huge warships explode drifting in the void, shattered satellites gravitate, scattering death and scrap on the cold upper halls.
OST - Warhammer 40,000: Dawn of War Soundtrack - "Ork Theme"
++ Check better, Princeps Werner Herzog. There has to be an interference in the radar detector! These numbers are not realistic, where the hell jump out! ++ ++ The spirit machine confirm everything, Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj. It's an immense horde. ++ ++ Fuck, they cut us off from the rest of the imperial regiments, now next to the city. ++ ++ It's an ambush, Boss! ++ ++ Ants! They must not stop our march to the city. Let's deploy at wedge and ready to weather the storm, brotherhood, rock'n roll... the green wave is coming! ++
In the days before, in front of the imperial advance, dozens of feral ork Warbands vanished far away the powerful passage, scattering, giving the impression in the manner of a rambling route. Ridiculous junk-tanks, axes, rudimentary grenades, wild steam boars, a bunch of wild animals, nothing more. The imperial mechanized regiments then came off gaining ground and closing the gap with the city dangerously at war. The ninth titan battlegroup of the H.A. is now behind a couple of days. However, it wasn't a rambling route, but a cunning trap concocted by the snakebite clan. Those dozens of small Warbands as a pincer now crowd, gathered in the field of Baldareen, strong even of their mighty squiggoths and rudimentary gargants wisely kept hidden from the enemy satellites and thunderbolts. Thousands of wild cries rise to the sky, while the steel giants begin their tactical maneuvers of deployment, ready to triumph, or perish.
Planet: Galrisian Sector: Baldareen Grand Canyon sector Relevance: rout the army of the snakebites and move toward Kepler Secundus city. Force: IX Legio Metalica Battlegroup escorted by a Paladin Household from Piombus. Danger Level: High. Ambush.
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<< Veteran Princeps Dacoj, it's vital that you will break the siege of Kepler Secundus. The conquest and control in the imperial hands is a categorical imperative, if it will fall into enemy hands the risk of exposing the northern front is very high, and now we begin the planetary strategic maneuvers. Napoleork is approaching at the head of an immense army. But this attack on Kepler is more than a diversion. If we leave open the northern front the ork will use it against us, breaking our supply lines with the risk of the collapse of the entire front. It's sure of this the field marshal Tanaiser. My red devils! Deus est Machina! The Omnissiah walks among us! Follow Him and lead us to victory! >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. division.
<< And then it's said that the Holy Inquisition has no clemency. Orders such as the Hells Angels of the Legio Metalica is a living affront to the eternal glory of our God Emperor and its empire. Yet, our Magnificent Immortal Emperor, in his luminescent majestic, is able to bring to glory and significance every life, even that of the most outcast, indecent, obscene and degenerate beast of the Galaxy. As they say, the ways of the God Emperor are infinite. >> Lord Inquisitor Demonstates Flarius. Lord Inquisitor of Istanor VII System.
The battle of Sandor ended just over a week with the glorious victory of the imperial forces, yet engaged and slowed in part in a series of annoying skirmishes. The XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with the CDXXII imperial guard regiment resume their march towards Kepler Secundus, already burning under the weight of the enemy invasion, while the first battalions of imperial guard reinforcements coming into the city from the north loosening the grip on the now exhausted citizen militia.
Victory condition and campaign effect: - victory condition: classic tournament
The ninth H.A. Legio Metalica battlegroup advances in the fog, under a dingy sky. Three powerful warlord titans shake the ground of the grand canyon, theater of the impending battle. On the horizon a small lake in a large open field, in which neighborhood stay the wreckage and the scattered bodies of a small imperial convoy attacked by the orcs of some kind, among the many active on the planet, clans. Besides the lake thousands of drums cadence up the impressive feral orks army. Drums... roll of drums... they're coming!
The titan legion advances compact, like a huge phalanx, within the grand canyon, choosing among many tactics, the most conservative and aggressive at the same time, moving to the lake, in open field. On the horizon, the snakebites horde is divides into two different waves, swarming inside the canyons, on the right and left flanks, preparing a massive ambush, while a large group of Junka trucks advances centrally facing directly the tita legion. The drums are getting closer, deafening.
The orc horde is huge, dozens of Junka trucks, mighty squiggoths and even a mammoth Orkeosaurus, a fearsome beast. The feral beasts swarm in the canyons, while the madboyz and a mob of wildboyz garrison their secondary objectives on their left flank, and so does an immense mob on their right flank, breaking away from the main incoming army.
The ninth battlegroup advances wedge at deep strides, towards the central lake. The immense Titans emerge from the fog as an archaic visions of a forgotten age. Their tactical objectives show an offensive strategy, brutal.
<< IX Battlegroup! I received a clear message from the magister droid in my plasma reactor command hall, ha! Ha! Our machine spirits are fully interconnected now, so... Prepare for the enemy's impact. >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae warlord titan, leader of the battlegroup.
The drums, screeching and creaks the immense gears, while the valley echoes of the violence of thunder. The battle of Baldareen is at the gate...
++ Fuck Boss, but how much in the fuck are them? Today is worst than the pussy-ride feast night! ++ ++ Iskander! Take home your skin and when we go back to Pioumbus I'll give you my three-boobs servi-bitch for three nights! ++
The ninth battlegroup stops on its way by monitoring the enemy maneuvers. The Fog moves disoriented by the wind, or perhaps by the barking of the cyberboars and wild beasts of the orks. The air smells already of death. Conqueror Mundorum, the warlord titan, lowers its huge Corvus assault pod to the ground. A huge as massive tailgate rises, while the phalanx of praetorians and robots enters inside. Meanwhile, three mole mortars of the skitarii advance over the hill, approaching their fire range according to the established plan. The wait of the orks, cunning, has forced the titan legion on the first move.
On their left flank, the feral orks move fast their mobs, first the madboyz, that move ahead, than the first boarboyz horde, that runs behind a giant impassable promontory, when a bestial, monstrous roar echoes in the valleys. An immense scream, titanic, that unleashes one huge battle cry at the whole orks army. The orkeosaurus, with huge steps, reaches the boarboyz, behind the promontory.
The titan legion resumes its advance move, but this time fast, more fast than before. Conqueror Mundorum and Verbum Caelestis run forward, while the second boarboyz horde march in front of them, bypassing the orks left flank, the promontory, and breaking in open ground to the central front.
Implacabilis Vindictae, finally moves. Fast, as his two giant, steel soldiers. The veteran princeps Wagner Dacoj moves between them, to lead 'em all! All its weapon system is ready, and opens fire. The volcano cannon vaporizes the first three boarboyz, transforming them and the surrounding land in molecules in the air, while its gatling cannon and turbolaser destructor kill another ten cyberboarz.
<< Enemy in sight! Paladins! Fast move and fire against this fuckin' boars! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae.
As ordered, the paladins household arrives next Conqueror Mundorum, and fire them too against the boarboyz. The horde is half annihilated, but don't retreat. Like the waves of the sea they are pushed forward by the immense incoming ork wave.
Driven by the wild screams of the snakebite Warboss hidden behind the hill on the ork right flank, the immense horde of boyz and the brigade of Junka trucks throw themselves forward, fast and furious. A green avalanche, flesh and scrap, rushed down from the mountain, ready to overwhelm with the power of the numbers the mighty imperial titans...
...while behind them, three steam gargants appears to cover their next assault.
The orks run rabid and crazy towards those immense steel towers, mad of destruction, crazy of massacre, drunk of ferocity. A mob of wildboyz mounted on three squiggoth angrily march in front of Verbum Caelestis, while a second Junka brigade march to the other two titans.
The canyons have thrown up their wild river of destruction.
The ninth battlegroup of the H.A. legio metalica tightens a cohort, as three indomitable towers.
TURN 1. End turn. FERAL ORKS: 3 (defend the flag, they will not pass, take and hold) AMTL: 0
++ Iskander! Lowers this shitty music and listen to me! If there is a good time to use your full fire power, this time is now! Devastate them! Devastate'em all! ++ ++ Barrage Hellfire Missiles ready. Anchor blocks removed. Fuck Yeah! Target acquired. It's all in my warhead Dacoj! For the Omnissiah! ++ ++ ...there are those who have it bigger than the other ...the warhead ...I mean Ha! Ha! Ha! ++
Verbum Caelestis turns its head against the incoming, immense junka brigade that surround Conqueror Mundorum, on their right flank. Its Metal eyes give off a green light, intense, full of fury and devastation. The vulcan mega bolter is unleashed. The multiple rocket launcher rockets one after the other a rain of missiles, a terrible barrage when the winch storage of the barrage missile unlock. From the reactor of the missile a pillar of fire and energy projects it forward. Few, endless moments, and in the middle of the explosive orchestra bursts a flash, followed by a terrific roar that shakes the earth and lights up the sky. A huge explosion, a glowing fireball vaporizes instantly a hundred orks and a dozen tanks, throwing debris and flaming corpses on fire all around. From the incendiary cloud, few, sparse survivors fleeing wildly, still burning. It is the titan legion, the bearer of the most fearsome weapons of mankind.
The thunder of the immense explosion doesn't end dissipating that is dominated by the ferocious growl of the charging orks. Two squiggoth charge headlong Verbum Caelestis, followed by one houndred wild boyz. The chain fist of Verbum Caelestis radiating lightning begins to move, making whirl its whirling scythes, an immense and terrifying chainsaw that slaughter mercilessly dozen of orks. The feral orks run to their death, when the first squiggoth with a monstrous shove damages the right leg of the titan, and the second beast, as crazy, changes target and throws itself on Implacabilis Vindictae, catching it by surprise. The beast comes up and from a crude catapult a bomb is projected towards the belly of the titan. An explosion shakes the huge metal god, slashing its belly and opening a dangerous breach in its plasma reactor. Its soul, its life. Dacoj personally commanded the close combat defense of its steel body, crushing his adversaries. The Orks are defeated, but at a very high price.
<< Fuck Folks! ...I mean ...I'm on the way where everyone is fucked! We've a breach on the plasma reactor! We're in the hands of the Omnissiah! But no retreat now, Total Destruction!! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae to its battlegroup.
From behind the titans the skitarii mole mortars open an indirect fire against the ork wave on their left flank, causing great damage to the approaching enemies. The must now is to try to kill as much as possible green skins before the formation of the second wave of attack.
The contact line, now broken by terrifying explosions and beastly assaults is in a total chaos. The first mob of boarboyz, previously shelled, throws itself among the wreckage of Junka brigade still burning and assaults Conqueror Mundorum. A lightning and bestial charge that quickly becomes a slaughterhouse of orks and wild cyberboars.
Implacabilis Vindictae is still in command! The huge titan activates all its weapons system, while from its belly the plasma, as incandescent magma, emerges between crackling explosions and spills on the ground, incinerating everything on which it falls. On the plasma reactor the explosion vaporize many techpriests, droids and servitors holed up in an attempt to stem the looming apocalypse. The servitors inside the titan run like crazy, bringing the warengine to its limit. The target is the same shelled before by the mole mortars. The immense orks horde, monstrously bombed, retreats, leaving behind a hundred green corpses.
Conqueror Mundorum doesn't break the line, staying in formation with the rest of its battlegroup. On its carapace the Plasma Destructor turns fifty degrees and fires against the first of the three approaching steam gargants, at six kilometers away, damaging it.
The steam gargants react, and with gawky steps move on, firing they crude firepower against Verbum Caelestis, destroying two of its void shields.
The imperial initiative is now vanished, and the feral orks move all their forces forward. A monstrous grunt, and immense steps, a terrific run. The Orkeosaurus charges, and with it other two Squiggoths. The ferocious beasts arrive in front of Conqueror Mundorum and the Paladins Household, previously in overwatch, that open fire immediately. Ten boyz fall killed, and one the two squiggoth too, but the mob has barely been scratched.
On the opposite side, on the ork right flank, the second immense junka brigade moves fast and surrounds the two titans in front of them unleashing a noisy as massive firepower against Verbum Caelestis. The titan's voidshields collapse at all, leaving the steel giant without protection from long range weapon. Its steel body resists at the hail of bullets and rough guns.
The second wave is arrived, unstoppable. Thousands of axes rises to the sky, as ravenous locusts.
Three steel giants stand titanic in front of the feral horde. The boldest of the three falter, but doesn't turn back. Its plasma reactor is a seething volcano. Out of control, a sentence of death...
OST - Red Alert Alarm Sound Effect
++ PLASMA REACTOR CRITICAL MASS ++ ++ STATUS BATTLEZONE ++ ++ REPAIR OR EVACUATION ++ ++ MELTDOWN RISK AT 67% ++
<< 1100110101We'reFuckin'tryingToRepairIt1101010101010butIt'safuckin'messsssssDacoj11010101 >> << Master Droid! I don't give a fuck! Call all the servitors you need, but hurry! Damn ... the imprinting on you machine is a monstrous thing!! >> << 10141001WeHaveToTurnOffImplacabilisVindictae!001011101010IfWeTurnItInStasisMaybe...1011011001 >> << Turn off Implacabilis Vindictae in a battlezone? In front of an ork horde that sure will open us like corned beef? Madness! >> << 1101001001101I'monlyAttackingTheDonkeyWhereTheMasterWant!011001001... 5103948C62FE1C0It'sAburningHellhere1D55AD336E25 ...11it'stheH.A.binaryProtocolMastà11001010Hail!1000010LegioMetalica01001Hail!10010HellsAngels00111! >>
TURN 2. End turn. FERAL ORKS: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) AMTL: 0
<< Ninth battlegroup! Ride the Lightning! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae, ninth battlegroup leader.
The feral orks hordes are at its feet, while its plasma reactor, with the power of a sun out of control, squirms between flames and the mute screams of the servitors charred in the attempt to fix the crisis. He, Dacoj, is the leader of the battlegroup, he serves Implacabilis Vindictae for the past fifteen years, latest in a long dynasty, which for millennia has the honor of piloting the immense and glorious war machine, steel giant create in His image and likeness. The glorious Titan stands proud, mortally wounded, but ready to support the upcoming clash. It didn't move backwards, it helped to build the empire of men during the Great Crusade. It know only two words: Victory or destruction.
The fumes of the battle are gathering in the valley, mingling with the fog into a tense and toxic miasma. And from the fog emerges massive Conqueror Mundorum, with its Corvus assault pod full of Praetorian combat servitors.
Alone, leaving behind the Paladin Household, it leaves the front and with titanic steps burst into the orks ranks, overwhelming them all and releasing its deadly cargo. The praetorians emerge from the pod and break the ranks of the snakebites, while the Orkeosaurus try to gore the warlord titan, in vain, because it's too distant. A wild melee explodes angrily, but the orks, under the massive firefight of the Titan and the paladins are completely annihilated. The praetorians, decimated, fearless hold the ground, while the Orkeosaurus flees completely crazy.
Time is running crazy, and while Conqueror Mundorum, gloriously, gave a huge punch at the orks left flank, Verbum Caelestis and Implacabilis Vindictae are literally overwhelmed by an endless horde of orks and Junka trucks.
The Titans, who have already endured a first bloody assault, are again overwhelmed. Verbum Caelestis whirls angrily its chainfist, crushing beneath its giant feet numerous ork tanks. Implacabilis Vindictae, damaged and with a critical fault in its plasma reactor, fights and crushes dozens and dozens of orks, destroying their tanks like flies. However, the orks fury is too much to hold back. Verbum Caelestis is again under a devastating firefight. Its only recovered void shield collapses and it falls under a hailstone of shots, as well as assaulted in close combat.
When the smoke of battle rises, the orks are almost completely destroyed, a massacre, a monstrous carnage, but Verbum Caelestis is severely damaged. Half of its weapon system out of order, it limps from the right leg, badly damaged it too, while Implacabilis Vindictae are holding up, its gatling cannon partially destroyed.
Strong of the breakthrough perpetrated by Conqueror Mundorum, the paladins follow their Titan in an epic assault, anticipating the charge of the cyberboarz. An assault under the cover of the warlord's support fire, a perfect action that fits into an equally perfect maneuver. A paladin, due to a malfunction of its knight energy shield, is shot down, while the assault turns into another carnage. The acrid smell of cooked wildboars gets up in the air, while dozens fall destroyed in the devastating short range fire. The entire left orks flank collapsed, defeated.
For a moment, the word victory began to take shape in the minds of Iskander Baal, but the illusion vanishes in a huge roar. The three steam gargants open fire. The Soopa zzapp guns pierce its carapace, devastating and permanently compromising the operation of the Titan, that doing a few steps back, remains at the mercy of the events, in disarray. Verbum Caelestis is entirely out of order.
The ork Big mob on their right flank, looking at the total massacre done by the titans, retreats and moves behind the huge hill where they emerged hours before, patrolling their primary objective.
Alone, its plasma reactor still damaged. Left alone to fight its fate with the destiny, Implacabilis Vindictae, hit by the return fire of the steam gargants, lonely forward. Alone, to face what remain of the orks assault. If the battle is won, then it will be possible to reach the city of Kepler Secundus. Repair the non-lethal Titans damage will lose a few days, but nothing is lost. This battle must be won!
The madboyz and the wildboyz move and block the way over the promontory, while what remain of the first junka brigade regroup and come back to fight, forming the last wave in their collapsed left flank.
In the opposite side, the mobile field guns and the sentinels move next a hill, ready to support the battlegroup's leader in his next, final advance against the enemy.
Baldareen is a tomb. in thousands the orks were hunted, destroyed, trampled. However, the battle is still hanging by a thread. Militarily, the orks were defeated, decimated, but if the fault on Implacabilis Vindictae's plasma reactor will get worse...
Thunders the cannon, get fat the crows, while dark, unaware gods laugh in abysmal and unmentionable cavity.
TURN 3. End turn. FERAL ORKS: 1 (defend the flag) AMTL: 1 (defend the flag)
OST - Mad Max: Fury Road Official Soundtrack (7 STORM IS COMING)
Fiat voluntas tua.
<< Baldareen will be the name of our unstoppable march to the final liberation of Galrisian! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae, ninth battlegroup leader.
<< I Bring the judge of the Omnissiah. >> Implacabilis Vindictae, machine spirit.
Implacabilis Vindictae, alone in front of the steam gargants, prepares for the extrema ratio. Its plasma reactor is a glowing volcano out of control. What remains of the Junka brigade defeated an hour before falls again on it, furiously. The Titan fights gloriously, and finally crushes the mass of orks, suffering further damage. But it advances, again, inexorably, to its epic fate.
With massive steps Implacabilis Vindictae engages the three steam gargants in an epic firefight. Its laser burner damages the first two gargants, but it's forced to retreat in front of their firepower, the most of its void shields collapsed. The titan doesn't respond to commands. It's over!
The gargants, seeing the victory at hand, move against the titan, in close combat. Three war engines against one. The gargants assault with immense brutal chainsaws and huge ignorant hammers, dismantling piece by piece the warlord titan. But, a step from its end, Dacoj takes control again of the titan and breaks with its gatling blaster the belly of the gargant on the middle, sparking inside a rain of hell-fire. The Gargant's boiler roars in flames, and within seconds the huge metal beast turns into a ball of white fire, detonating frighteningly. A mass of burning debris that also damages the other two Gargants.
The last two gargants retreat of few meters, defeated them too.
From the ork's left flank, the last junka brigade moves fast near the gargants in disarray, and try to obliterate the warlord titan once for all, but deus non vult.
The ground shakes when with fast steel steps Conqueror Mundorum leaves its front and meets its master, to defend him and to consolidate the position.
The plasma destructor of Conqueror Mundorum unleashes its firepower against the most damaged gargant, transforming it in a burning torch, while its vulcan megabolter and its inferno gun devastate what remain of the junka brigade, that run madly in retreat, defeated.
Victory, or death. The battle is hanging by a thread, while the survival of Dacoj and its warlord titan run on the razor edge.
The big gunz, part of the huge ork mob hidden behind the hill in front of the lake, on the orks right flank, open fire, but their precious target is hidden by the body of its loyal steel brother, Conqueror Mundorum. Three of Its void shields collapse, but nothing more, while from behind the imperium ranks the sentinels platoon moves fast and contest the orks primary objective.
<< Skitarii mobile field guns, run here now! Engage the last gargants, Conqueror Mundorum will cover you! Run for me, Run for the Omnissiah! For for the glory of the Legio Metalica! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae. (1 void shield, 1 DC left)
The mobile field guns cohort, hidden previously behind a hill, moves and assaults the last gargant, in the same moment when Conqueror Mundorum unleashes its full firepower in firefight. Two chimera tanks explode under the fierce cannonades, but the gargant collapses on itself, destroyed and in flames. The orks right flank collapsed under the mighty advance of the titan legion!
The madboyz and the wildboyz on the orks left flank rear prepare an overwatch, to hold the ground and to defend their secondary objectives, when the Paladin knights, in substained fire, try to clean up the ruins where the wildboyz are perched. Dozen of wildboyz die under the massive shelling, but five nobz still keep the ruins.
<< ...for the fucked souls of our ancestors... we won! Have we won??! >> The plasma reactor of Implacabilis Vindictae releases a terrible blaze, charring half a dozen servitors, while the whole imperial army holds its breath, watching their leader a step away from a spectacular meltdown that will erease the word victory from their mouths...
OST - Motörhead - Victory Or Die (Bad Magic 2015)
<< 1100110101forthefuckedassofallthefuckedPiombus'bitchessssss100110010Dacoj11010101 ...110010plasmareactorcriticaldamagedfixed! >> << Master Droid! Godspeed you! I swear you, when we'll be back to Piombus I'll give you a new kernel! Of pure ceramite!! >> << 10141001Dacoj?1011011001... >> << ...Yes? >> << 1101001001101gofuckyourself!5AD336E25... >>
++ Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj to Legate Pastorius. ++ ++ Enemy defeated ++ ++ One week for repair our damages, than we'll be on Kepler secundus ++ ++ Hail! Hells Angels! Victory bless us! ++
TURN 4. End turn. FERAL ORKS: 0 AMTL: 1 (defend the flag)
