Three days after the retreat of the orcs from the sector sixty-six the two battlegroup of the Legio Metalica, at the head of the imperial army, penetrate inside the city controlled by the orks, with an anvil maneuver aiming straight towards the sector of Daltan, where the field marshal Tanaiser widely expect the decisive battle. From the bulk of the army, princeps Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus Warlord titan comes off, driving a small army of cult mechanicus, as vanguard to face the enemy army's vanguard, in so doing, facilitating the imperial maneuver towards the sector of Daltan. The princeps, the entire battlegroup commander, has upon himself the responsibility for the delicate mission. The lucky star of the Omnissiah has shone brightest, since the war started, but black shadows are gathering inside the mechanical consciences of the titans. A danger unnamed strip in the shadow...
Planet: Galrisian Sector: Kepler Secundus city. Zulane sector. Western spaceport. Relevance: engage the vanguard of the ork army to ensure that the bulk of it converges on the sector of Daltan. Force: part of the XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with cult mechanicus supports. Danger Level: Medium. Preserve titanic units at all costs.
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The part of the city fell into the orcs hands is now abandoned. Whole silent neighborhood, only the rattle of some black shadow, some survivors who gasps in the dark, sharing the den with the rats, in order to escape the hordes of predator freebooterz. Small, puny ork Warbands roam stealing and destroying, in a city that seems, in only a few weeks of war, the shadow of itself. The Western spaceport is completely abandoned. At its core, two columns of smoke, one huge, another one a little smaller, get up to the sky: an imperial Drop ship Class "Devourer" and an imperial drop ship class "MT33 Trident", overwhelmed and destroyed during the ork unstoppable advance. Near the Sigma Gate, a large landing platform is still lit by two huge lights that give off a greenish light, cracking, and sinister. Shadows, and ghosts are now the inhabitants of the sector.
Vae victis
++ Legate Pastorius! What the hell have I seen... I was in ecstatic conjunction with the machine spirit of my steel body, Ferrum Iratus, when, in the border that divides the materium from the machine spirit, beyond the mists of time, in dream IT showed me a vision, confused, terrible: We're fighting! ...Our home in ruins. The castle-hive of Thartia under siege! The great wells of Charcall in flames! The Horus worshipers... Them. ++ ++ Don't be confused Princeps Bezmenov, my great warrior! They're ancient as our Imperium, and their eyes have seen time that for us now are lost eras. That will never return. Our enemy is not behind, but in front of us! Princeps! Your diversionary tactic maneuver will bring the heart of the ork assault directly on the sector of Daltan, according to plan. ++
++ We are entering at wedge into the part of the city occupied by orks. The IX Legio Metalica Battlegroup is heading towards the sector of Daltan, where the Field Marshal Tanaiser expects to crush Warboss Zorba, in a progressive, escalation clash. A battle to be won, if we want to regain the city. The risk is to be beaten back, at best, or remain mired in a trench warfare again along the no man's land, and at the worst, losing the entire city. Don't care about my last words, Boss! The target is in sight, as my mission. Proceeding according to the Der-687x.5698x0128 adeptus mechanicus maneuver. We must prevail! ++
++ The flesh has already been beaten, hit, torn. The flesh has suffered far too much in this war, Princeps Bezmenov. Now is the time of steel. Now, it's our time to finish this war. ++
Transistors, integrated circuits, electrical impulses, matrices, the data flow like the blood in an infinite network of veins of copper and unknown mineral, activating sensors long asleep, awakening feelings, digital memories, images, dreams, visions. Present, past and future, the cold sheets of these immense war machines have memory, as well as a soul, and in the deep silence of the immense control room, the head of Rex Arcangelus, The imperator titan seems to whisper to its mortal avatar that nor a God of flesh, nor a God of steel, or stone, or done by the ephemeral powers of the warp can escape the wheel of fate. Pastorius. It all comes back. It All, until the end of time.
Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines - Excerpt from the Catechism of the Autoculus of Mars.
++ Princeps Hector Bezmenov reporting ++
++ wedge maneuver. We proceed alongside the space port area in ruins. Robot Demi-Century in front of me, in garrison on our primary position ++
++ sentinels on garrison on the outer secondary position ++ ++ Mobile field gun cohort and praetorians cohort mounted on the ordinatus minoris, be prepared to move to the position ++
++ Incendiarius! You'll lead along the Skitarii Demi-Century the outer pincer. ++
++ The Enemy army is now on the radar ++
++ Gargant detected! ++
++ A kult of speed and a motorized mob of bad moon approaching from the space port. ++
++ A horde of dreadnoughts and a mob of Goffs in garrison on the greater building near the park. In my memory I don't remember such a massive horde of dreadnoughts! A greater stomper proceeds alongside the Gargant, followed by a column of tanks. Serious risk that the orks have deployed their damned heavy weapons! ++
++ The God Machine walks among us, my red beasts! Deus est machina! ++
So it's decided. The maneuver of the cult mechanicus led the clash between the streets and the buildings adjacent the port space, an imperial wedge maneuver that brings the first vanguards of both armies almost already in contact. Not a defensive tactic, but truly offensive, and the orks have accepted the challenge. The earth trembles, under the titanic steps of the warlord titan Ferrum Iratus and the Gargant "Killgrinda", an huge and heavily armed blood axes steel giant. Them both advance, massive towers of devastation and destruction that roam through the city. The neighborhood echoes of the wild screams of the orks, the clatter of dozens of engines, and the creak of robots and dreadnoughts, while methodically the cult mechanicus infantry share each other orders and encrypted codes. Like two avalanches ready to fall over one another, the two armies are ready to fight, vanguards of much larger armies to the way of the sector of Daltan.
++ recorded vox stream incoming ++ ++ cod. imperialis X442. Decripting... ++ ++ decripting... ++ ++ reproducing ++ ++ The eyes of millions of people are focused on you, Princeps Bezmenov. The reconquest of Kepler Secundus is a strategic hub, will allow us to face Napoleork opening the north front, but above all, after thirty years of suffering, it is a symbol. The symbol that maybe victory is possible, that Galrisian will not capitulate. Good luck. ++ ++ vox channel. closed. ++
<< Sons of Piombus! We received the best auspices directly from the Governor of the Planet! Now, Let's show at those bastard green skins the supremacy of steel! >>
Three are the seasons of Galrisian, a short spring, a sad autumn and a long winter. And in a gray morning of a dying autumn the red cult mechanicus Army advances in a devastated city. Vanguard of hope.
From the back, three Chimedon tanks perform a short advance, taking position at the side of the large building in front of them, while three mole mortars occupy it. The army of princeps Bezmenov is moving.
The rhombus of the bad moons battlewagons roaring engines is followed shortly after by the columns of smoke of their mufflers, yellow, angry and well equipped horde. Five battlewagons and a battlefortress advance through the gate delta of the space port, and occupy fast a building at the side of Stanfield street. The ork army accepted the challenge.
As the mole mortars occupied their building, the Skitarii demi century moves occupying a building on the same line, forming, with them, a front line. As in a chess game, the two adversaries appear to study each other, cautious.
From the vicinity of the park, a sad, desolate, dead rag of green, now a swamp, a deafening clatter of killa cans and dreadnoughts resound for miles. Shrill squeaks, robotic grunts, mumbling boilers. The clatter emerges and breaks into the park, projected forward, stretching their iron claws towards their enemy, now still too far away.
<< Incendiarius! Advance near the Skitarii demi century, and form a frontline. Keep calm, and hold Lupus Igneus. Not now, let the orks advance. >>
Incendiarius moves his warhound titan, that silently advances, like a predator ready to strike, restraining with some difficult the arsonist and destroyer impulse of Lupus Igneus.
The goff mob, tactically, prepares an overwatch fire, holding the ork waaagh according to a sly plan. The Blood axe warboss isn't a inexperienced, and are testing the ground, covering the advance of the dreadnoughts on the park from an enemy assault.
<< Robot Demi Century, prepare an overwatch fire and cover the ordinatus advance. Ordinatus Minoris K237 move behind the Skitarii mobile field gun cohoort, praetorian combat servitors embarked. Don't expose at enemy fire! >>
The orders of princeps Bezmenov run faster on the encrypted devices of the cybernetic army. The men, half flesh, half steel, and the machine spirits of the various warengines and robots move coordinated, perfect, as if they were one mind with numerous bodies.
While the red army moves along the front line of their primary and secondary objectives, the din of a another red Army, but of a completely, green as different nature, rattles and thunders, reaching over the Delta gate the huge drop ship class "Devourer" in flames: a kult of speed.
The bad moon mob and the kult of speed, the ork army destined to break on the enemy flank has started is devious maneuver.
As per protocol of the codex titanicus, the sentinels cohoort mars pattern advances over the line, yet compact, with by now a defensive redeploy, not really a patrol role, passing the Skitarii demi century.
<< What's da name of thiz bastard? Prinzez Bezmenv ah? He fhink to be an asshole... son of a bitch. We'll come back today with itz titan's head for da' great Napoleork! >> Blood axe Warboss Lugbūrzum, on gargant "Killgrinda".
the tracks of the gunwagons break into the park, drawing deep trails along the quagmire. Among The dozen tanks, two are equipped with the deadly ork's heavy weapons, and stop in line of fire of the building where the mole mortars are perched, and open fire. Two devastating shots break the building, creating a red cloud of fire and a huge column of black smoke. Although scattered, a mole mortar is destroyed in the hell of fire.
Ferrum Iratus moves fast. The immense war machine, which not coincidentally is named Lord of War, advances bringing in cover of a building, in line of fire with the approaching horde of dreadnoughts, and opens fire. The quake cannon thunders while the roar of the volcano cannon booms in the sector. The gatling cannon and the turbolaser destructor are spinning their destructive storm. Although it is forced to open an inaccurate fire due to its fast move, the storm is such that two dreadnoughts are destroyed in the destructive firestorm. A tall, flashing flame is kindled in the middle of the park. Them are the warlord titans, them are the lords of war.
While the devastating fire of Ferrum Iratus begins to dissipate, the Soopa Stompa and the Gargant of Warboss Lugbūrzum break in the park, passing the column of tanks. The immense heavy weapons of the ork war engines, monstrous as no less effective caricatures of those imperial, unleash a firestorm on the building already struck, leaving the mole mortars in disarray. The ork army was carried out, also forming a frontline, or should is better to say a wave. A green wave of death and destruction, ready to overwhelm everything in the sector, in the city, in the planet, and in the entire galaxy!
The red army and the green one face each other. The tactic of a Princeps from Piombus planet against the cunning of a Warboss from the East. The two vanguards advance, signs of a much larger, and decisive, incoming battle. Vanguard of hope, vanguard of ruin.
TURN 1. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) AMTL: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass)
OST - Escape from New York - The Duke Arrives/Barricade
++ recorded message incoming ++ ++ message status: play ++ ++ General Weyers speaking. Princeps Bezmenov, hold as much as possible the enemy vanguard in sector Zulane. Critical imperial maneuvers in progress ++ ++ message status: close ++
While on Zulane sector the two vanguards facing each other, like two angry snakes, the bulk of the imperial forces proceed with the approach maneuvers towards the sector of Daltan, while other auxiliary forces are sent to patrol, as deterrence, sectors and pass, that if unprotected, could be a thorn in the side in the decisive battle that is being prepared on the horizon. Such as the reaver titan Calor Mars, leaved to patrol with some imperial infantry regiments the refineries of Kalgar sector. On the other side, the orks hordes begin to thicken, creating a massive breaking army.
In an underground bunker, not less than two miles from the front line of the sector of Daltan, the General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus, frantically coordinates the approach maneuvers, while small ork mobs clash with the imperial explorers and sentinels in the sector, to retrieve information, positions, and details on the battlefield.
The thud of the mole mortars opens the dances again in the sector of Zulane. Only two artillery pieces of three remaining, followed by five servitors and a skitarii officer, just enough to create havoc among the ork warengines and the gunwagons behind them. The mole mortars, basically an inverted mortar that fires a burrowing sub-surface missile, or tunnel-torpedo, into the ground. The missile burrows its way toward its target, bypassing all surface hazards and defenses, emerging from the ground beneath the target. However, a fire totally inadequate to stop the powerful ork warengines, but one power field of Killgrinda Gargant collapses.
The explosion awakens the dreadnoughts, that according to Lugbūrzum's plan move, escaping from the line of fire of the warlord titan and hiding behind a big building, next to the imperial primary objective.
<< Roger. Ulysses squadron approaching the sector. >> << Combat Air Patrol maneuver. >> << Enemies in radar device! Stukas! Interception maneuver! >> << Three ork fighters on ground attack to the sentinels way! >> << We're behind 'em! Fire! Fire at will! >>
The Thunderbolt, an air superiority fighter, given the task of hunting down enemy bombers or engaging enemy fighters in order to establish air superiority over the battlefield. The squadron Ulysses whizzes above the clouds, throwing behind the black ork reactors trails, an unbridled race against time. The thunderbolt fighters open fire when both, the fighta bombas and the sentinels are in sight. The bined machineguns reach the last Stuka, which hit on its side loses control and explodes in flight, precipitating debris and wreckage on the street, under the eyes of the skitarii demi-century. The other two ork fighters instead open fire, a resounding roar of machine guns and a pair of missiles hit and destroy two sentinels, while the last two flee to the space port.
While the column of smoke of the crushed ork fighter gets up in the air, mingling with those of the destroyed sentinels, the ground shakes beneath the tracked feet of the Soopa Stompa, that advances hiding between two buildings, ready to emerge when the battle will be decisive. Slowly, the forces of the cult mechanicus are encircled, in a slow but inexorable orks pincer maneuver.
From the imperial rear, next to the ordinatus minoris K237, the robot demi-century march and meets the skitarii demi-century perched on the building, ready in overwatch. Ready, to face the next as unrelenting orks assault, but for the moment, this assault doesn't seem to happen...
...and instead to launch the assault in front of them, the kult of speed, with a sly maneuver, romp about the space port and goes sideways against the retreating sentinels, destroying another one.
From the park, the ork brain crusha tanks fire again at the mole mortas support detachment perched on the building in front of them, this time in substained fire, destroying on mortar and leaving the formation in disarray. The pincer is closing ...slow ...relentless ...thin, as the one who knows how to wait for the right time to crush his opponent...
OST - The Misfits-Die Die My Darling
++ Incendiarius, hold your position side by side with the... ++ ++ Fuck! Hector! We must break this fuckin' pincer, and we must do it now or we are doomed! ++ ++ Incendiarius! Hold... follow the damned plan, take pos... Oh, shit! Go Incendiarius, the plan has changed. Move Lupus Igneus through the space port! Take them from behind! ++ ++ At the whole army, sortie carried out in depth ++ ++ Enemy threatened from behind ++
A red wolf of untamed fire, a horse with a breath of scorching ire. An iron hound of steel and flame began its furious ride along all the space port, a rapid march, lightning, glorious, bold, crazy as its princeps, far behind the enemy lines, and for the orks, the illusion of a quick victory vanishes at once.
While the bad moon mob prepares an overwatch fire to protect their secondary objectives on the space port, now threatened by the presence of the warhound titan Lupus Igneus, Ferrum Iratus moves from behind the huge building occupied by the skitarii demi-century, turning it all, ending its movement in front of its entire army. And now, the ork dreadnoughts are again in line of fire. Due of its fast movement, once again its firepower is inaccurate, but the avalanche is so huge that four dreadnoughts vanish in the fireball of flames and destruction created by its terrible armament.
The slap doesn't pass unpunished, and Killgrinda Gargant moves forward, followed by the goff mob who flock partially in the quagmire of the sad park. The Gargant directs its two formidable gatling cannons and the death kannon against the battered building; and on the hecatomb of fire the mole mortars detachment is blown away. Two chimedon tanks are destroyed by the backfire and only one tank remains operational after the firestorm.
A sinister, deadly, fierce chess game is consumed in the sector of Zulane. Elsewhere, huge armies are gathering for the decisive blow, but here, a warboss and a princeps, in their metal monstrosities, are ready to write their page of glory, greedy of victory, greedy of destruction, in a universe that has already forgotten them.
Immense and immortal echo the laughter of Gork and Mork, while planet Galrisian is torn to pieces.
TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) AMTL: 0
<< ...and fuck to the imperium of men too! As promised land this galaxy is just crap! Hells Angels! Ready to fight! We are red steel! We are their fuckin' nemesis! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus, warlord titan. Zulane sector.
From the Satellite Darius III, casually survived at the continue conflagration over the skies of Galrisian, in the deadly black void, for a few moments some images are transmitted to the command center near the sector of Daltan, and few garbled frames appear on the bunker screen in front of General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers: Ferrum Iratus, at the head of its army, about to face the ork warengines. The General instinctively grabs the two-faced imperial eagle on his chest, and for a few moments observes that battlefield. Hope. Few, endless moments, before returning in the mire up to his knees in the preparations of the forthcoming battle. The vassal of Napoleork is at the gates and the destiny of Kepler Secundus will be decided.
The victory is now a mirage in Zulane sector, and now the imperative is to stop them here, restrain them as much as possible. And as in a chess game, while in the skies the aviation held each other at a distance, the warhound titan Lupus Igneus, ready in overwatch, observes the horizon, horse on the board, keeping in check the enemy secondary objectives from behind their lines.
The noise of the ork army is getting closer and closer: crackling dreadnoughts, hundreds of wild screams of the fierce Goffs, battlewagons, gunwagons, the ork army advances, with fury and cunning; but are the huge steps of the Soopa Stompa that make the earth tremble now. From behind the buildings where it was hiding the war engine moves in front of the warlord titan, and opens fire on the building where are perched the skitarii demi-century in overwatch. A huge fireball overwhelms the company. The ten mighty Secutors vanish into the cauldron of fire, along with two dozen Hypaspists buried in the partial collapse of a lesser segment of the building.
The earth trembles under the fire of the Soopa guns of the Soopa Stompa, but the robot demi-century doesn't move a step, and strengthens the frontline preparing an overwatch maneuver, now that the Hypaspists have been decimated. The kult of speed and the bad moon can rush to the front in a minute!
...but the kult of speed doesn't advance, and clear the space port area destroying the last sentinel, clearing the way for an assault that still doesn't seem to come.
The skitarii demi-century regroups, rapidly reorganizing the ranks and shooting against the horde of Goffs perched in the large building behind the Soopa Stompa, but the column of ork tanks moves from the park entrance and reaches the space port beyond the gate Delta, behind the bad moon mob, and opens fire back at them. The braincrusha tanks unleash two Soopa zzapp guns, an inaccurate fire, but still devastating strikes on the building, killing half a dozen Hypaspists. The outer imperial secondary objective is under pressure...
...and the space port of Zulane is in ork hands.
The earth shook again by the giant steps of the warlord titan that advances slightly forward, opening up the line of sight at the robots demi-century behind it. The Soopa Stompa is in front of it... at the moment, In assault range. The green light emanating from Ferrum Iratus eyes lights intense, while the barrels of the Gatling cannon begin to whirl, crazy of rage. Within minutes, a firestorm flares up, and such is the noise that all raise their heads to the sky, as if it were storming. The Soopa Stompa power fields vanish in a vortex of fire, while the war engine, sheet after sheet, is torn apart from the rain of bullets, the quake cannon's broadside, the turbolaser destructor. The volcano cannon lights, as if boil in its bowels the ire of God, and at such a short range it is unleashed. A plasma lightning pierces the Soopa Stompa in two, vaporizing half and leaving the other half in a pile of crackling and glowing wreckage. A black column of smoke rises now also visible from the adjacent sectors. The soopa stompa is destroyed. Deus est machina.
The roar of the Soopa Stompa destruction awakens the killer instinct of the goff mob, that by the orders of their nobz charge and occupies the building once occupied by the mole mortars. The last chimedon of the mortars succumbs under the avalanche of bullets, while the ordinatus minoris is forced to retreat, abandoning but still contesting the imperial primary objective. The defeat is now one step away, hanging by a thread.
The blood axes strategy reveal itself in all its treachery. The bad moon mob advances, the horde of boyz mounts on their yellow battlewagons and battlefortress and advance, hidden behind the hill of the air c ontrol tower, ready to spread forward, threatening both the warlord titan and the outern imperial secondary objective. Now are the orks to dictate the pace of this endless battle.
The Imperial forces have no more units to move for react, and the last word is orcish! The Gargant "Killgrinda" and the dreadnoughts horde furiously advance. While the dreadnoughts and killa cans arrive at the foot of Ferrum Iratus, ready to take it apart piece by piece, the Gargant rapidly advances breaking over the ruins, taking in front of the goff horde, menacing. All thier guns aim the warlord titan, their only target; and Gargant and dreadnoughts open fire. A storm of fire, approximate, but still devastating strikes Hector Bezmenov, and its steel beast, but the mighty void shields hold the bump, preserving four of them for the decisive hour.
Lugbūrzum and Bezmenov look menacing each other, at the commands inside their steel head of their giant steel beasts. The evolution, the destiny or simply the war has placed them here and now. Facing each other, but only one will emerge victorious. For the army of the cult mechanicus victory has vanished, but maybe they can still avert an infamous defeat. Keep them here, or one day see them besiege the Holy TERRA!
TURN 3. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) AMTL: 0
<< I need a Piombus rock'n roll brawl, now! This planet sucks Bezme'! >>
OST - Misfits- Skulls
<< I've heard enough bullshit! Incendiarius! Son of the uneasiness! Get ready, or here I breaks through, or runs off with all your strength! >> << Fuck yeah Boss! >>
Princeps forged in darkness and discomfort in the heart of the secret citadel of Charcall, dancing with their red people of men and droids, a reformatory without redemption nor way out where men and machines grow and rise forged in the glory of steel under the codex titanicus of their legion: the iron skulls. A lineage, that of the Hells Angels battle group of the legio metalica in odor of heresy. Yet, although its costumes are at the limit of decency there has not been, and nor will there ever be any evidence of it. Forgotten children of the imperium, forgotten on the eastern edge of the Segmentum Ultima, forever faithful at the dying empire. Also today, now, in the sector of Zulane.
<< I'll have your iron zkull, zon of a bitch! And I'll bring it to Fungus! >> Blood axe Warboss Lugbūrzum, on gargant "Killgrinda".
A seething light turns on inside the enormous belly gun of Killgrinda Gargant, in which hundreds of orks and Gretchins are busy, hardworking, tireless, fodder of their own boilers and cannons. The Gargant's belly gun, a huge cylinder of roaring steel with a monstrous roar of flames fire a terrifying and enormous iron ball against Ferrum Iratus. The ball of steel breaks down instantly all the titan's void shields while hits its carapace, almost snatching the volcano cannon, now out of use. Along with the iron-ball attack, a storm of shots hits the Titan, which nevertheless holds the bump where no other heavy tanks would ever hold. The furious screams of Lugbūrzum are heard even in the most terrifying cacophony, but from the devastation of fire, a substained fire, Ferrum Iratus emerges combative, and advances relentlessly toward the Gargant and the building occupied by the Goffs mob. Victory or death. For Galrisian! For Piombus! For TERRA!
Ferrum Iratus advances, its volcano cannon severely damaged, unusable. The carapace, already disfigured by the signs of hundreds battles, is now disfigured by a hideous hump and a mighty gash generated by the gargant's iron-ball. Princeps Hector Bezmenov advances, calling to himself his entire army. The skitarii demi-century advances in its building, devastated in the previous hours, reaching the roof of the building, while the Titan stops in front of them. The ordinatus minoris K237 "Corvus assault pattern" with unexpected speed advances it too and rams Killgrinda, blocking a possible counter-charge of the gargant against Ferrum Iratus. The huge tailgate of the ordinatus with a roar crashes upon the Gargant, bending its metal plates and scrap, while forty praetorian combat servitors with their platoon robots emerge and rush at the conquest of the building occupied by the Goffs, launching themselves into a terrifying close combat!
Ортодоксия
Within moments an apocalypse of fire flares up in the crossroads of steel. The two buildings blaze of red flame under the super heavy weapons of the Gargant and the warlord titan, while dozens of laser rifles and machine guns are unleashed on the road and on the buildings, each other. The chimedon tanks open fire on the Goffs mob inside the building, the Imperial primary objective; and inside it a terrible close combat explodes with unspeakable fury. Machines without fear, cyborgs and one of the most aggressive orks clan clash mercilessly.
Killgrinda gargant unleashes its support fire against the ordinatus minoris, forced to an extreme move for protect the warlord by be engaged in close combat from the Gargant. The gargant's giant left foot crushes the control room of the super heavy tank, leaving it as a burning wreck on the crossroads. A stomper and two dreadnoughts following the Goffs mob open fire on Ferrum Iratus, two lucky shots that strike the already battered Titan, making it flinch; and with the lack of support of their Titan, seeing their commander back a single step, the entire Red Army collapses.
<< Retreat! Incendiarius! Retreat Red Army! Retreat to Sector 66!! >> Princeps Hector Bezmenov on Ferrum Iratus, warlord titan. Zulane sector.
The assault is lost, and while the warlord titan complete its retreat maneuver, the skitarii and robots demi-century leave their position, while kilometers away the warhound titan, ready to pounce on the enemy, must retreat, marching away. Alone, fearless, soulless flesh and steel, the praetorian combat servitors pour on the crossroads of steel, human as robotic shields, shouting their battle cry and the glory of Piombus in the face of the overwhelming enemy.
Protocol 34: ++ cover the retreat of their comrades. ++
The horde of Goffs pours into the street, hungry, brutal, ignorant, victorious, and the praetorians gloriously vanish in a cauldron of flame and steel, swallowed up by axes, machine guns and chainsaws, under the incendiary Gargant's belly. From the top of Killgrinda, by a hatch above its head, appears Warboss Lugbūrzum, swollen with anger, seeing his loot, the warlord titan, get out of hand.
Lugbūrzum's shout of victory echoes away, but in millions, hundreds of billions will have to fall before it can ever be heard on the ground of the Holy TERRA.
++ Hector Bezmenov to General Weyers, we failed ++ We give up, retreat towards sector 66 ++ Defensive maneuver, we cover now the supply routes ++ The avalanche is coming on the sector of Daltan ++ We lost this fucked battle, but not the war! Wagner Dacoj! Revenge! The hopes of Kepler Secundus are in your hands now! Deus est Machina!
OST - La musica celeste
...and it seemed finally that a voice from the fleeting shadow whispered, among the general confusion, the fierce screams and thunderous explosions, from the dark antrum of a destroyed building... Was him a ghost or a stray fugitive, he whispered:
"God Emperor, protect your children!"
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 4 (blitzkrieg, take and hold, defend the flag, they will not pass) AMTL: 0
Military result: Orks Victory Tactic result: Orks Victory ORKS VICTORY
