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)
