<< ...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
