<< 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
