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
