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'The Great Machines of Old Earth were wondrous engines of creation whose power dwarfed that of any myth or legend. They shaped entire worlds, they drank the hearts of stars and brought light into the dark places of the universe. The techno-sorcerers who crafted them and wielded their power bestrode the world as gods. How far we have fallen.' — Lexell Kotov, Archmagos of the Kotov Explorator Fleet
"All had the face of a convict in the livid halo of their helmet. All wore the insignia of pain in the eagle of their bayonet. And in their pockets, the bread of the last dinner. And in their throat the cry of the last goodbye." Anonymous imperial guard soldier. Battle of Daltan. Kepler Secundus. Galrisian. Sector Ultima - 287MK41
The infantry regiments of the Imperial Guard advance, silently, in the shadow of three immense warlord titans. Rifle shouldered, led to their chest, solemn and proud, strong of the faith in their God Emperor, at the shade of their huge war machines, they march to the sector of Daltan. Soldiers, enrolled in Istanor VII° system and even beyond, recruited from worlds light years away, almost oblivious of the war that was waiting for them, here, on Galrisian. Millions, tens of millions, incorporated in the Twelfth imperial Army ruled now by FIeld Marshal, Cavalier of the East Cross, Lord Jasper "Immanuel" Tanaiser, engaged on all fronts of the planet. Names, voices, faces, endless list of disembarkations, endless list of victims, for them all, the easiest way to become a Galrisian citizen, is to be buried here, as there is no alternative; and never as today the planet has it been so sinisterly populous. Endless lists, in a spiraling, hellish and crazy balance. Who were those of Kepler Secundus? No one will ever know. Lists, endless lists of names. Nor cried, nor sung.
<< The plan is ready. We're strong of the Legio Metalica, them of their barbaric fury. Here history is made, Field Marshal Tanaiser, or we die. >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The news of the imperial defeat, the defeat of the XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup with its cult mechanicus retinue bursts like an evil thunder in the darkest storm inside the headquarters of General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus. The bunker is an anthill of officers of different ranks that frantically run carrying dispatches and information, battleplans and orders, reaching their regiments and divisions. The battle is looming, and it's the decisive one to liberate the city. The sector of Zulane collapsed two hours ago and the green avalanche is coming. Ferrum Iratus with the remnants of its army, the reds of Piombus, retreated near the sector 66 preparing to cover the possible retreat of the whole Imperial Army if the battle, this one too, will go wrong.
Planet: Galrisian Sector: Kepler Secundus city. Sector of Daltan. Relevance: Defeat the army of Warboss Zorba. Force: The IX Legio Metalica Battlegroup with imperial army: reinforcements and citizen militia. With cult mechanicus auxiliary. Danger Level: High. Fall of the north front.
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Victory condition and campaign effect: classic tournament + 1 extra primary objecctive on the great bridge Turn 0 patrol special rule: only the det. marked in the army list as [eligibile for patrol] can patrol on turn 0 Victory condition: 2 objective Turn lenght: 6 + 1 extra Deploy and reinforcementes: 3k pts on TURN1, 2k pts on TURN2, 1k pts on TURN3
Conqueror Mundorum, Implacabilis Vindictae and Verbum Caelestis. Three warlord titans advance solemn and colossal, leading the imperial army on the battlefield of Daltan. Implacabilis Vindictae lead the battlegroup, a warlord titan with tactical-assault medium-range capabilities armed with a Gatling cannon, a turbolaser Destructor, a Volcano Cannon and a Laser burner. To its right, Conqueror Mundorum, a breakthrough class warlord titan, armed with a Vulcan Mega Bolter, a Corvus Assault pod transporting a whole praetorian combat servitor platoon, an Inferno Gun and a Plasma Destructor. A multi-role configuration, but designed to penetrate into the enemy lines. To its left, Verbum Caelestis, also a breakthrough metal beast, this time equipped for close combat, armed with a Chainfist, a Multiple Rocket Launcher, a Vulcan Mega Bolter and a Barrage Missile warhead, reinstalled after the battle of Baldareen, to settle at the enemy a first, terrible blow. A battlegroup of tactical assault.
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<< Bezmenov! The battlegroup march along the imperial guard infantry regiments, and for the Omnissiah, we march for victory! IX Battlegroup! March for Galrisian, March for Piombus! March to the glory! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae warlord titan, leader of the battlegroup.
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The lavish district of Daltan, rich mansions overlooking the two imperial squares, in front of the ancient statutes of the founders: the Finnich and the Logar, the first settlers and founders of the colony, millennia ago, before it's become a city. The statues, now mute, in the bleak devastation of an abandoned neighborhood and battered by war. The tall buildings, elegant and sculpted, still hold intact, while the ignorant orcish apocalypse is approaching.
The alliance bridge, cooperation symbol of the two houses during the colony's foundation, connects the two squares and dominates the AX68 Highway, the main artery of the city, a channel that cross the city; the control of which can contribute to a strategic advantage as to overturn the outcome of the battle of Kepler Secundus, allowing at the armies of who controls it to swarm rapidly over the enemy lines.
The eastern residential sector appears completely ravaged by days of incessant orbital bombardment. Over the skies of Galrisian Imperial and ork spaceships fight relentless by days, but surely the orks have managed to carry out massive and devastating bombings, paving the way for their unstoppable advance. The Emperor's Cathedral is barely recognizable, a blackened skeleton in the middle of kilometers of smoking ruins.
On the western front, the city is still relatively intact. Some buildings around the civil space port collapsed during the orbital barrage, but the landing pads are still operational. The cult mechanicus power generators are still operating and pump energy in the sector.
The streets around the lords neighborhood are the abomination of desolation. A radioactive haze, dense of smoke and toxic gases moves and sways springs in the sector, through the skeletons of the ruined buildings, while fleeting shadows of poor survivors creep into dark recesses, like desolate ants, hiding like forgotten ghosts.
'The soul of the Machine God surrounds thee. The power of the Machine God invests thee. The hate of the Machine God drives thee. The Machine God endows thee with life. Live!' — the Litany of Ignition
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Tremble the tall Palaces of Daltan while the screaming hordes ruled by the goff Warlord Zorba on his Great Gargant "Aggro-rolla" break into the sector.
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Shout the Warbands of the bad moon, blood axes, Goffs and other outrider clans gathered for the decisive battle.
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Thunders the ripped sky, ripped by the war cry of Gork and Mork.
The rapid, disciplined march of the imperial forces end at the shadow of the titan legion. March solemn, inexorable, rifles forward, compact and determined the soldiers of the imperial guard. Men come from many different planets in the galaxy gathered here, for fight, for the Emperor, for Galrisian. The bodies of the native regiments rest by weeks fallen at their feet, while the few militias are now behind the no man's land. At the horizon: screams, fire and steel. Liberate the city, or fall. Men, and giant steel walking gods, for the God Emperor and the God Machine.
The dense, radioactive, stagnant blanket of fog is torn by the passage of the giant warlord titans. Princeps Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae's cockpit observes the infantry regiment under his steel feet deploy according to the plan, ready to march to the razed neighborhood in front of them, besides their primary objective.
Nearby, Verbum Caelestis, also in the middle of its infantry regiment advances compact, ready to get on finnich Square, where a third infantry regiment and an ork big gunz mob contend immediately the square, in patrol.
Conqueror Mundorum, escorted by its praetorian combat servitors platoon, patrol the AX68 Highway, covering the last secondary objective of the imperial line. The thick armor of the Titans are still visible damaged and shows the scars of the battle of Baldareen, but the God Machine advances, damaged but not broken. A compact deployment, leaving at the orks a wide possibility of maneuver, but designed to take full advantage of the combined power of the titan legion. A limited war theater will be the key to victory.
The ork hordes deploy, but not having in field the same number of mighty war engines don't accept the Imperial tactical challenge. Placing their secondary objective at the foot of Finnich square, and their primary objective near the AX68 Highway, they leave, for the moment, no target in front of Implacabilis Vindictae, on the razed neighborhoods. The Great Gargant "Aggro-rolla", at the crossroads of Finnich square amid its goff mob, impressive and massive, advances crackling fire, fury and thirst for conquest. Kepler Secundus city is on the verge of surrender. Defeat the Imperial forces here, today, means to take the city; and goff Warlord Zorba loves victory, at least as Napoleork, his hated and feared master.
The Deathskull Mekboy Gargant, with its two krooz missiles on its shoulders, and its cargo of kustom weapons moves on the road to Logar Square, followed by its boyz mob.
In the western sector that lead to the abandoned space port, however, the Stompa mob takes place, followed by the big bad moon mob on their battlewagons and another blood axes mob mounted on a battlefortress. A fast wedge projected toward their outer secondary objective, ready to conquer the entire abandoned sector. Abandoned, at the moment, inevitably by the imperial forces. The ork tactic is ambiguous, designed to conquer the inevitable spaces left by the Imperial deployment.
General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers from his command bunker in the rear coordinates operationally the maneuvers thanks to the command center on the ground of the warlord titan of Princeps Wagner Dacoj. On the horizon, Warlord Zorba shouts his orders by huge megaphones and speakers from his Great Gargant, confused gibberish that in the ears of the orks become devious traps and deceptive maneuvers. The stakes are very high. But it's only the beginning, already on the horizon are seen arriving massive reinforcement forces, ready to converge towards the sector. In just over an hour the entire sector will be a cheerful fire.
<< Veteran Princeps Dacoj, keep high the name of the Hell Angels! I'ts time to return Kepler Secundus to the Imperium of men. My red devils! Deus est Machina! The Omnissiah walks among us! Follow Him and lead us to victory! >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. division.
The symmetrical rhythm of the imperial guard march echoes among the ghost streets, dominated by the roar of the engines of their tanks and the immense, gigantic steps of the titans that shake the earth, while on the horizon comes a rattling cacophony. Like a drumroll forward the army of the imperium, like an avalanche the ork hordes. A meat grinder and a mower that are about to collide.
Finnich square is silent, abandoned, but it's a farce. From the opposite sides of the square, perched on two agglomeration of buildings, the XXII° infantry regiment and an ork big gunz mob are perched, patrolling the square. The lascannons and big gunz's barrels emerge scattered from the windows. Silence, mist, tension, and the forces behind them begin to move. And suddenly, explodes the hell. All guns fire wildly. The battery of griffon tanks, the traktor cannons, the deadly soopa guns as the pulsa rokkits, the lascannons. The roofs of the buildings begin to catch fire, and both sides count the fallen and the destroyed artillery pieces.
The corvus assault pod of Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan opens its gate, while the steel giant moves it to the ground. A bluish light emerges from inside, while the praetorian combat servitors platoon mount in.
On the opposite side, the deathskulls mob with their mekboy gargant march to Logar Square, putting the first foot on it while an huge, rattling battlefortress super heavy tank of the blood axes moves and occupies an huge building on the way of the space port. Warboss Zarstein, second in charge, and his retinue redeploy to better rule the other mobs.
Only one hero, by now, to face them all. Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan march to Logar square too, arriving at the middle of the access ramp. One, for defend the entire front. Only one, but it comes from Piombus.
When the cannonade ends, Finnich square is burning. The XXI° infantry regiment march it too, this time moving from the shadow of Implacabilis Vindictae and, rushing from the side access ramp, approaches the square. A regiment of infantry, supported by three leman russ and three hellhound tanks.
The third infantry regiment, the XVI°, composed as the XXI°, with a double move conquers Finnich square, and approaches the building where the big gunz are perched in. The fire is inaccurate, and although the storm is strong, only a few ork artillery pieces fall under the devastating blaze of the hellhounds.
Fire, after fire, after fire this time Implacabilis Vindictae moves, reaching its XXI° infantry regiment on the side access ramp of Finnich square. A double move, and fire. Its gatling cannon and turbolaser destructor fire against the ork hordes far away, over the devastated eastern land, but only the volcano cannon vaporizes an ork dreadnought.
And now, the ork hordes on the western front move, occuping easily the abandoned ground. The bad moon mob with a double move occupies the space port, a great place to keep under fire the imperial reinforcements that will come, a stronghold well defended, and a launching point for future encirclement maneuver to the Imperial rear supplying line.
"Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!" Scream the orks while their Stompers march furious upon the western side access ramp to Logar square. "Stomp! Stomp! Stomp 'em all!!". While the bad moons move with thier battlewagons and battlefortress, the ork stompa mob is now approaching the western square.
The ground shakes again, when Verbum Caelestis goes forward, conquering step by step the access ramp in front of it. It arrives at the back of the XVI° infantry regiment, and opens fire: a multiple rocket launcher and a vulcano mega bolter roar their fury, bombing the high palace. The fire is inaccurate, but decisive to force the ork big gunz to leave the building and fall back on the bottom ground, in retreat.
<< Doom! Kaboom! Doom! Kaboom! >> Aggro-Rolla Great gargant moves, hiding behind the building where the ork big gunz retreated. Zorba, da goff warlord doesn't rush, and order to the ork mob near him to wait, and consolidate their position. << Wait for da' reinforzin' boyz! Bastard! >> is da order that arrive on the eastern front. Finnich square is lost by now, and occupied in forces by the hummies...
...but on the weastern front, the situation is reversed. One titan, against all the approaching ork army, that with an encirclement maneuver is occuping Logar square and have take the abandoned space port.
The imperial reinforcements before at the horizon are now imminent, while the roar of the orks, attracted by the battle, and the booty, is getting closer. Soon, very soon, Daltan will be a seething cauldron of fire, screams and steel.
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TURN 1. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
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<< Princeps Wagner Dacoj, according to plans the reinforcements are about to enter the sector of Daltan as expected, along the established route. The imperial Humvees, the rough riders and the leman russ regiment are behind Conqueror Mundorum. The Valkiries instead head to finnich square. The orcs are closing us on the space port sector, but wait and hold their position on the east front. The space ship class trident is on your radar display. Detected a meteor shower on the next hours, beware for the drop rocks! Battle plans confirmed, hold a compact line. The God Emperor protects. >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
<< Herzog, Baal. You heared the words of the imperial general. Adeptus Titanicus D9X.658 maneuver. Hells Angels! Rock'n roll! >>
Like two boulders ready to collide each other every regiment or useful mob is heading to the sector of Daltan toward a fiery cauldron that now rages. Rapid and orderly arrive from the Highway AX68 the imperial humvees, outpost of the incoming reinforcements. They advance for a few tens of meters on the highway and then run outside to patrol the eastern entrance of the space port, occupied now by the mechanized mob of the bad moon.
Just few minutes, and the whole army arrives behind the humvees platoon. A whole leman russ regiment escorted by a rough riders platoon. In front of them, the glorious Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan is on the ramp waiting them, ready to conquer together Logar square.
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The reinforcements don't have time to enter that the dark sky above Kepler Secundus is tinged with black, the black of the ork stukas reactors. Six fighta bombas whizzing across the sky, over the heads of the bad moons, and a rain of missiles strikes on the humvees, destroying two vehicles and forcing the others two to retreat.
The six, long trails of the orc stukas, like the scratch of a hideous beast, cut the hopeless sky, but are crossed once by two imperial thunderbolt fighters, which head to logar square, against the mekboy Gargant. The guided missiles are released, and accurately strike upon the Gargant, shooting down two power fields.
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!!
A rattling, rusty, red, roaring, cacophonous, roaring again, raging, screaming, terrifying chimneys cloud bursts into the western flank of the sector of Daltan, directed to the space port. A whole army of speed freaks swarms through the abandoned streets, unstopped. Unstoppable. A warband, a warbikes outriders, and a massive kult of speed, followed by other four death koptas.
The arrival of the immense daredevil speed freaks horde break the deadlock, and also the goff mob march on Logar square: outposts of conquest of the whole ork army.
Behind Finnich square a storm troopers platoon on valkyries enters on the battlefield, and it's the signal wanted by the imperial regiments on the square to move and consolidate their position. The XXII° regiments consolidates its position on the buildings, while the XVI°, commanded by the Supreme commander in field of the imperial guard, advances behind the buildings, creating a new front oriented to the west, to Logar square. A platoon of sentinels is sent to patrol the access ramp that lead to the ork deploy zone, to patrol for a not likely invasion from that direction.
The few remaining big gunz perched on the building open fire on the warlord titan Implacabilis Vindictae, getting a massive return fire. Two void shields collapse, while the building trembles, shaken by the mighty volcano cannon. The flames flare up inside while the few remaining gunz try one last, insignificant, redeployment.
A speedstas mob arrives in front of the access ramp of Finnich square, and opens their bizzare fire against the XVI° regiment, killing half dozen soldiers perched on a building. Experimental weapons mounted on armored dragsters, fast, protected by some power fields. Perhaps the most bizarre, as the most ingenious engines of the orks: masterpieces of the speed freaks mekboyz.
++ Princeps Dacoj, the drop ship is moving according to the imperial plan to the great palace on Logar square ++ ++ Herzog, try to stop them. It's not the moment, we must wait for our full reinforcement. Don't engage the enemy! I repeat. Don't engage the enemy. ++ ++ Dacoy, the drop ship is landed. The infantry regiment is occupying the palace... time to nuts up, or shut up boss! ++ ++ The entire ork army is coming up from there! Herzog wait... fuck! ++
The drop-ship class trident M33, slow and massive, flies over the leman russ regiment and with a slow maneuver, began landing protocol toward the palace. Once landed, the iron doors open slowly, and five at a time the soldiers inside come out and deploy following tactics proven dozens times, hundreds of times; and in so doing, the great palace overlooking Logar square is occupied by an entire regiment of infantry with heavy weapons.
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!!
<< I'll get your steel heart, prinzez Dacoj! I know wher' to kick you, da newz iz come to me. You have a weak point, dagamed and badly repaired... Boooooyyzzz!! At all da cannon-soopa-zzapp-biggunz-boyz! Death cannon, gatling blastà, turrets! Fire there! behind the head! >> Warlord Zorba on Aggro-rolla Great Gargant.
The Great Gargant Aggro-Rolla moves inside the ruins, a rattling and immense heap of metal sheet that lights up from inside, as if the fires of hundreds of forges were feeded in unison, and all its mouths of fire thunder. The gatling blaster strikes the last void shields of Implacabilis Vindictae under a rain of bullets, while the belly gun: the death cannon, strikes a powerful blow below the head of the Titan, breaching again its plasma reactor; at the same instant in which rushes from the sky one of the two krooze missiles of the mekboy Gargant that breaks deep into the Titan's carapace.
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!!
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!!
Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Dooom! KA-BOOOM!! Implacabilis Vindictae falters, badly damaged, while its doom seems to be sealed, once again.
++ PLASMA REACTOR CRITICAL MASS ++ ++ STATUS BATTLEZONE ++ ++ REPAIR OR EVACUATION ++ ++ MELTDOWN RISK AT 37% ++
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Verbum Caelestis advances, moving in line with the new deployment of the imperial infantry, and unleashes its multiple rocket launcher and vulcan mega bolter against the Deathskull mob perched on Logar square. All windows explode in unison when the rain of missiles strikes on the building, and dozens of orks fall trapped in the cannonade.
The fires on Logar square's buildings don't dissipates yet that another, apocalyptic firestorm arrives. Conqueror Mundorum moves on the square, and fearless unleashes all its weapons system. The plasma destructor lights up, and with an incredible flash vaporizes three ork dreadnoughts, while the inferno gun unleashes a fiery cauldron of fire inside the building, increased by the hammering of the vulcan mega bolter, vaporizing dozens and dozens of orks, that hopeless try to escape from a burning hell...
..but the retaliation comes immediately. The Stompa mob advances on Logar Square, and bombards Conqueror Mundorum. Four of its void shields collapse under the fire of the stompers and the soopa guns of the super stomper, exposing it to a future, terrible firestorm on that line of fire.
Finally, the bad moons leave the space port, and with a double move arrive behind the stompa mob, mounted on their battlewagons and battlefortress, ready to occupy and conquer the square.
The thunderbolt fighters try a maneuver of disengagement from Logar Square, but on the return route are intercepted by the ineffective but numerous ork flak wagons, and one after another they fall, leaving their fuselages in flames on Logar Square.
The speed freaks army is arrived, and it's a red wave of fury and chaos.
Logar square became the front, and Conqueror Mundorum stands there. Alone, apart an infantry regiment. Alone against the whole approaching ork army.
Implacabilis Vindictae must run. Its plasma reactor is breached, and surely it can't survive at another, this time, substained fire of Aggro-Rolla. ...in few minutes the priorities are changed, and the wind began to blow against the Emperor's fortunes.
Blood, fire, death. Finnich square is into imperial hands, but Logar square will be celebrated for millennia, as one of the greatest victory, or one of the most terrible imperial tomb.
Where the titans clash, no mortal can dare to pray to stay alive.
Critical hit on Implacabilis Vindictae warlord titan.
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TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 1 (defend the flag) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
Machines. Or men. Machines and men, merged into one steel flesh. There, where the silicon integrated circuits are combined with biological neural networks. The cult mechanicus army advances, sons of Piombus, servants and engineers, builders of the Legio Metalica Hells Angels division of Piombus. They march to the sector of Daltan in the name of the Deus Mechanicus. Three Macharius super heavy tanks, infernus pattern, followed by a skitarii demi-century mounted on chimedons and a Sagitarii demi-century. Four sentinels mars pattern at the head of the column move fast, patrolling the area. The sector of Daltan is in sight, and each formation start to move accordingly to the arriving orders from the bunker of General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
There are many ways, but only one is the fate, under the mocking eye of the pitfalls's Lord, champions of deception: Tzeentch. An angry wind gets up and slaps the sector of Daltan. A wind of fortune, a wind of victory or a wind of ruin. It brings with it the screams of thousands of soldiers, the war cry of thousands of orks and the tears of millions of innocents: murdered, tortured, enslaved. Long columns of prisoners already march outside the city, silently, in strains. Implacabilis Vindictae stands titanic as a hero of the ancient times, like an angel, an hells angel against the arrogance of the orks, against the sneer of fortune, against the laughter of the Lord of Change.
Fast, as incredibly fast can be only the orks, a blitz brigade brokes through the battlefield, under the bubbling huge belly of the Great Gargant. It advances undisturbed on the road, stopping in front of Implacabilis Vindictae, now, under fire from all the ork's heavy artillery. The gunwagons open fire, and around the titan flare up and vanish the last void shields under the blow of the cannon.
++ Princeps Herzog, ignore the imperial directives, in this situation them will lead us to ruin. I take control of your sector. ++ ++ Veteran Princeps Dacoj, I can take care of myself and of my sector, you are on the line of fire of the orks heavy weapons... ++ ++ Herzog, obey my fucking orders! Assault plan, Adeptus Titanicus ATD-35.876 maneuver. The imperial regiments behind you are receiving new orders. The machine spirit of Implacabilis Vindictae is in symbiosis with Conqueror Mundorum now. ++ ++ Boss No, Dacoj... No... ++ ++ The conquest of Logar square is a categorical imperative. ++ ++ Dacoj save yourself... Get out of their line of fire! It's a trap! Please! ++ ++ Herzog, go! Go, and recapture the city in the name of the Emperor! ++
Cannonball after cannonball, the plasma reactor of the warlord titan, already out of control, begins to burn, spreading failures and explosions on the peripheral devices of the titan. The volcano cannon begins to burn, while the turbolasers destructor bursts out in a terrible Electric shocks and incendiary sparks, killing dozen servitors inside the steel giant.
Implacabilis Vindictae burns. It Burns, burns like the hopes of the defenders. It, the largest, and valiant. Living commander of steel on the battlefield. From the back of the blitz brigade two braincrusha tanks, real super heavy weapons mounted on iron wheels, aim the Titan's reactor. Above their heads, with a terrible megaphone, Warlord Zorba shouts them the coordinates of the blow. At the Horizon, The green eyes of Princeps Dacoj begin to fade. A roar, or rather two, pierces the sky above Daltan.
++ PLASMA REACTOR CRITICAL MASS ++ ++ STATUS BATTLEZONE ++ ++ EVACUATION ++ ++ EVACUATION ++ ++ EVACUATION ++ ++ MELTDOWN RISK AT 87% ++
++ 1100110101We'rrrrreee1011001....Doooomed...Bosss....10010...It'stimmeToEvacuate1010 ++ ++ Ready to fire at will Master droid! At all the gun-servitors! Fire at will! ++ ++ 1100110101Noww....or....neverr.....Dacoj...activate....the....ejection....proced10011000nd... ++
<< This city is our! Bastards! It belongs to Mankind!! >> Veteran Princeps Wagner Dacoj on Implacabilis Vindictae warlord titan, leader of the battlegroup.
++ I am Implacabilis Vindictae ++ ++ I walk for the Omnissiah ++ ++ I walk for the Legio Metalica H. A. Battle group ++ ++ I walk for the Emperor ++ ++ They are coming back. Beware Legio. Beware for the heretic that walks in the name of Horus. ++ ++ There is a traitor among us, Princeps Dacoj, his name is... ++
++ Implacabilis Vindictae Machine Spirit connection: lost ++
<< Die! Steelhummie!! Burn! DOOM KABOOM! DOOOOOM KABOOOOOMM!!! >> Warlord Zorba on Aggro-rolla Great Gargant.
Implacabilis Vindictae, a burning mountain of forty meters, shooting wildly falters, it seems to advance, but now without any control. One step, then another, and like a man, opening its arms, advances a step into the void, the void that from the ramp sees it falling down for twenty meters to the ground. A giant of endless tons in flames crashes to the ground, breaking the earth in two, splitted. On fire. The impact is so terrible that a quake of magnitude 7.5 is perceived throughout the sector, and some buildings, already devastated, crumble to the ground. Crashed, as the hearts of defenders.
<< Revenge! Reveeeenge!! Army of the imperium! This square must be ours! >> Princeps Werner Herzog on Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan.
Thunder Fury, conqueror of worlds: nomen omen. The ork big gunz are red fire, ready to flare up, but their roar is muffled by the terrible advance of Conqueror Mundorum. The mighty steps of the Titan shake the large statue of the Logar's founder, on the top of the large column. Eyes of burning coal, warrior fury. The Corvus assault pod opens its gate, accompanying to the ground the praetorian combat servitors platoon, that fearless are thrown forward, engaging in a fierce melee the ork stompers. The Soopa Stompa opens fire against the Titan, a vain attempt: a terrifying support fire strikes upon all the stompers, reducing them, all six, in a few minutes into a pile of smoldering metal. The Soopa Stompa, defeated, falls back and leaves the square, completely defeated.
The unstoppable orks advance was taken by surprise, and the bad moons, embarked on their battlewagons and ready to assault the Titan are now blocked by the consolidation's move of the praetorian combat servitors, that bar the way. Fearless. Thanks to the tactical instructions of Veteran Princeps Dacoj, they are deployed so well as to have virtually blocked both entrances to Logar Square. The Goffs, perched on the large building in front of them unleash a sustained fire, but the thick armor of the cyborgs is hard to scratch, and only half a dozen falls to the ground. The orks' attack failed, and the bad moons are forced to redeploy from where they started, in the abandoned space port, with an improvised double move, opening an inconclusive fire against the infantry regiment perched on the great palace that overlooks the square. The assault of the orks is broken on Logar square.
The orks' assault has been broken, and all the imperial regiments, received previously new orders from Implacabilis Vindictae, act in unison. One after another burst into the square the leman russ regiment, while the rough riders arrive behind the warlord Titan. Lifts off the drop ship class M33 trident, while at the same time advances in the square the infantry regiment, escaping in this way also from the fire of the approaching ork army below. The square, already in flames, blazes of lightning and thunders. The battlecannons of the leman russ, the heavy armament of the space ship, the lascannons of the infantry regiment. A terrible storm hits and decimates the deathskulls, leaving very few survivors, forced to flee. The two goff stompers collapse into a steaming pile, while half a dozen killa Kanz is overwhelmed by the imperial firepower. An imperial cavalcade of unstoppable glory. Among the fires and lightning are few the orks who escape and only the Goffs still hold their position, now at the mercy of events.
While fifty Deathskulls boyz flee under the nose of the mekboy Gargant, from its belly the second and last missile is launched into the air. The missile, guided by a furious Gretchin darts and makes an unlikely pirouettes in the air, going well beyond Logar and finnich square...
The army of the cult mechanicus breaks into the battlefield: the sentinel platoon opens the way for the skitarii demi-century mounted on their chimedon tanks, while behind them three Macharius super heavy tanks advance in formation. A flash, then a rocket pierces the sky and rushes on the last of three. Taken aback, during the entering operation on the war theater, the super heavy tank detonates and is pierced by a terrifying explosion. A personal welcome, of flames and madness, for the army of Piombus, just come on the battlefield. Now they are worthy to stand on the sector of Daltan.
<< Princeps Herzog, the sacrifice of the veteran princeps Wagner Dacoj allowed us to get out of this terrible cul-de-sac. Now you are elected as operative command center on the battlefield. Accordingly to Dacoj's new battleplan you'll receive from me the next tactical maneuvers. This day will be ours, He didn't die in vain. >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The echoes of the defeat on Logar square arrive to Warlord Zorba, that from the head of his Great Gargant, the command center of his entire army, notes and coordinates his hordes with megaphones, Gretchin relays, and other amazing as crazy methods. And Zorba wants a place of honor in the final breakdown of Galrsian, and Zorba wants for himself this city. Streetwise ork forged by numerous battles, his cunning is perhaps second only to that of the same Napoleork, so say some freebooterz saboteurs caught behind the imperial lines trying to save their life in vain. And so, taking advantage of the inherent speed of the orks, the hordes, defeated but not subdued, redeploy into a terrible pincer maneuver.
A death Koptas brigade moves fast from the space port near the imperial humvees in disarrey, and forces one to leave the battlefield, seriously damaged. This the signal expected by the speed freaks warband, which with a march on the road, gets and occupies together with the bad moon clan the space port, while behind it on the street redeploy the blood axes mounted on thier battlefortress, disciplined mob.
On the opposite side, on the devastated lands, an ork warhorde moves forward and is thrown in the street. The conquering march to the imperial primary objective began at the shadow of the towering flames of Implacabilis Vindictae, crashed to the ground.
The crude ork horns resonate, and quickly the warbike outiriders and the immense kult of speed forward like an arrows, changing front with their roaring engines. A cloud of black tar that is torn, and a huge horde of warbikes, warbuggies, wartracks and scorchas invades the rear of the orks. The call of speed, the call of explosion, the call of booty makes them crazy. Crazy for victory, crazy of speed.
How do they move? Even now it's an open point on the desks of the greater tech-priests of Mars, and yet it moves. With huge steps, the Colossus of metal sheets, the boiling, smoking belly, the Great Gargant Aggro-rolla advances rapidly, reaching the ork mob over the small bridge. It's time for victory, it's time for triumph. At all costs. it's a question of will. ...and it moves only because the ork trust it.
The ork pincer! The maneuvers of the orks don't go unnoticed, and from the command bunker arrive immediate new plans from General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus, to face the new threat. The imperial infantry regiments redeploy. The XXII° infantry regiment, with its griffon tanks moves and occupies the top of the northern access ramp, while the XXI° infantry regiment, with its three leman russ and hellhounds march down of it. The XI°, composed as the XXI°, is sent to patrol the eastern access ramp of Finnich square, followed quickly by Verbum Caelestis warlord titan. Full of ire, ire for revenge! It's time to redeploy, it's time to prepare the final tactic. It's time for vendetta.
Logar square is a cauldron of fire, a dense black cloud, fueled by the fires of the burning buildings, dreadnoughts and ork stompas in flames. It remains as a funeral robe, torn only by the high column of the patriarch of the Logar house, that tall and proud, golden, seems to watch the Great Gargant directly in the eyes. Defiantly, as if to say: this city is ours!
This city... is ours.
TURN 3. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (defend the flag, Obj. Bridge)
<< Admiral Dobrynya Sokolov reporting. A small group of meteors and debris of destroyed ships is gravitating threateningly above the thermosphere of Kepler Secundus, near the sector of Daltan. Be careful, suspected ork drop-rocks among them. >> Admiral Dobrynya Sokolov. Admiral of the imperial assualt fleet.
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit protocol: approved ++ ++ Additional EMP and heat resistant shielding activated ++ ++ Solid fuel canisters full ++ ++ Plasteel and ceramite armour plates electrified ++ ++ inter-continental guidance system interconnected ++ ++ Melta bombs Warhead activated ++ ++ Barrage missile launcher ready at 3 + ++ 2 ++ ++ 1 ++ ++ GO ++
<< Vendetta! Vendettaaaa!! >> Princeps Iskander Baal on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan.
With a parable of death, the huge missile hurtles from the carapace of the warlord titan, flying high, overpassing the sumptuous, and now devastated buildings of Finnich square, throwing briefly over the thick clouds above Daltan. A parable of death that pierces the clouds again. The missile rockets, lightning and electrical shock pervade its structure, now glowing. The column of ork tanks is ever closer, yet exultant of the destruction of Implacabilis Vindictae. A flash, a thunderous roar that shakes the earth, and the sector of Daltan, for a few moments, it's floodlit by a burning sun. Those few survived tanks crazy retreat in terror, charred vehicles, in disarray.
Logar square has become an orks tomb. The retreat of the Goffs mob marks their complete defeat on the square, and the complete change of tactic of Warlord Zorba. The Soopa Stompa, recovered from the defeat, moves back, taking off from a potential line of sigh from the square, in defense on its secondary objective.
The terrifying explosion and annihilation of the ork tanks column, for a moment, has shaken the warrior spirit of the orks army, now hesitantly. But the screams of Zorba, full of promises of punishment and death and reprisal, awaken the war fury of the orks again, and like an avalanche, the advance becames unstoppable.
The horde of boyz at the foot of the Great Gargant launches, eager for battle, forward; angrily profaning the destroyed imperial cathedral, taking cover among the statues of the imperial saints, martyrs and heroes. Defile them all, and exhibiting their remains grotesquely with scorn and mockery to the Emperor's soldiers perched on the square.
The roar of hundreds of engines, as a mortal wasps' nest, is getting closer. The speed freaks army advances ferocious, ready for battle. The formation of warbike outriders reaches the cathedral, and behind it a swarm of roket-boyz occupy the adjacent ruin, while the huge kult of speed advances on the main street, very fast, passing fearless the smoldering wreckage of the ork tanks scattered in all directions. With dismay, the imperial commanders observe the speed with which the entire ork army is pouring in the devastated lands: the moment of truth is approaching, and the Titans will not cover them forever, with their powerful, titanic armor.
For the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees the decision is arduous, but inevitable. The XXI° infantry regiment moves fast and occupies the ruins over the small iron bridge that connects the devastated lands to the imperial supply lines: Imperial primary objective, whose fall could potentially cut out the forces on the squares from the rest of the imperial army. Three leman russ open fire against the Great Gargant in the distance, and a power field collapses. Just a caress against the massive, unrelenting roaring mountain of death, and like a beast in its darkest sleep, it's awakened and begins to move against them.
Step by step, immense steps that shake the earth, Aggro-Rolla is fastly approaching against the infantry regiment of the commander of the imperial forces in field. The mountains of steel lights from inside, heating up its terrible fire mouths. The belly gun with a tremendous roar pierces the eardrums of the soldiers. A huge iron ball overwhelms a leman russ, creating a long trail of destruction and shattering it into a million pieces. The towers on the shoulders of the Gargant cannonade, while its gatling blaster furiously unleashes a firestorm of thousands of perforating bullets upon the infantries, fortunately perched in buildings and ruins. The eyes of the Gargant light, as the gaze of the same Mork, and a deadly ray whizzes and ignited causing the spectacular detonation of a hellhound tank. Zorba "da' stinka" is getting closer.
OST - Terminator Genisys - MAIN THEME!
OST - StuKa Ju-87 siren (Jericho trumpet)
On the western front the blood axes mob pushes the others mobs into battle, and the bad moons begin to mount on their battlewagons and battlefortress, while the speed freaks Warbands warms up their roaring engines. The skitarii and Sagitarii demi-centuries of the cult mechanicus are now, compact, on the front line; the sagitarii with their gun-servitors ready in overwatch. Alone, in defense of the imperial secondary objectives. The stakes are high: the entire imperial supply lines are at risk, and with them, the victory. The sentinels mars pattern have failed their scouting patrol maneuver, and while they regroup, on the sky six black trails prey upon them. The missiles of numerous stukas impact on the highway AX68, a terrible firestorm, unbearable for the fragile sentinels platoon, which are almost completely annihilated. In the same instant, four death koptas open fire on the last imperial humvee, paving the road at the inexorable, devastating invasion.
The roar of the battlewagons, wartracks, buggies, evil sunz light trucks, warbikes and picturesque as lethal nameless vehicles rumbles on the western front. A terrible psychological warfare, to shake the spirit of the defenders, but, is waiting for the army of Piombus: the cult mechanicus. Half-machine, half-men, ready to avenge their master and precious jewel fell as a hero: Implacabilis Vindictae. The speed freaks Warband breaks in front of the sagiatarii demi-century, which immediately breaks its overwatch fire against them. A light fire, that destroys a couple of warbikes and a truck, but that certainly doesn't even scratched the coming horde.
Behind them, the bad moons occupy the building and bring almost to bar the way of the access ramp leading onto Logar square. The battlewagons and battlefortress focus an inaccurate fire on the Sagitarii demi-century. However, imprecise as massive fire, a fire which creates further confusion and tears down a gun servitors squad. And then, the blood axes mob march behind them, all the boyz mounted on their massive battlefortress, ready to jump in a terrible green wave on the cult mechanicus army. Ready to win for his big-boss!
From Logar square the rough riders receive their order. A one-way order. An order worthy of their order: attack the bad moons! At the "chaaaaarge" war cry the rough riders platoon rides down the access ramp, twenty knights, and with lightning speed are upon the bad moons boyz. Behind them the skitarii demy-century unleashes a massive support fire, and the battle rages, short, cruel, bloody. Within minutes all the rough riders remain on the ground, fallen, but a hundred orks and three battlewagons were destroyed. A dearly victory paid in blood for the orcs.
All the fast ork formations, the pincers prepared by Zorba on the western front, is face to face with the cult mechanicus army, ready to defend to the last transistor the imperial rear. The dawn of a terrible battle is now reality, and it will be a bloody dawn.
The drop-ship class M33 Trident turns of 45 degree and advances, overflying Logar Square, against the Makboy Gargant, reached moments before by the ork speedstas; a regroup maneuver to withstand the blow to the potential next imperial invasion. The lascannons battery and the long-range light defence laser of the starship open fire, smashing three power fields of the Gargant and holding in check the ork army responsible for the defense of their primary objective.
On Logar square begin major redeploy maneuvers. The massive corvus assault pod approaches the ground, facilitated by the movement of Conqueror Mundorum Warlord titan. While its metal doors open a bluish light illuminates the square, and sliding winches facilitate the entry of the prateorian combat servitors. The praetorian combat servitors embark again, ready for the future, and devastating assault. Conqueror Mundorum, conqueror of Logar Square, then begins a furious run to Finnich square, full of praetorians, full of revenge for Princeps Dacoj. A march that shakes the entire sector.
The watchword is: Conquest! A daring maneuver, which sees precious forces disengage from the defense of their rear, primary and secondaries objectives, and bring to the attack the entire imperial army. The cult mechanicus must stop, or slow down, the ork's pincer on the western front, and while the east front is virtually indefensible, threatened by the Great Gargant and its hordes, the tactical combination of two warlord titans with the support of a leman russ regiment arrived just now on Finnich square, ten tanks that parade down the ramp on the attack line, form now a formidable, glorious imperial attack wedge.
Finally, only the infantry landed with the drop-ship on Logar Square are assigned to the defense of the great bridge that connects the two squares. A short march, and the regiment is deployed on the northern parapet of the bridge, ready to cover the macharius super heavy tanks if the first line of the cult mechanicus were to fall.
It's almost dawn on the city of Daltan, but before the sun rises, it will be a fiery sunrise, of glory and steel. Who will survive one day be able to say: "that was the battle of Daltan, and I was there."
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (defend the flag, Obj. Bridge)
OST - Terminator 2 soundtrack03 Escape From The Hospital And T1000
<< Who was the first who invented the fearsome weapons? Since that time were massacres, wars... ...opened the shortest way to the cruel death. However, the miserable are not to blame! We are the ones who use badly that He gave to protect us from the ferocious beasts. >> Albius Tibullus. 37.M-1.Holy-TERRA.
<< Three decades of war... Let us know the word peace, General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers. We have forgotten it. >> Lord Doge of the twelve Gabriel Wojciech Dardaiko of the house of Istanor VII°, also known as Duke Sibelius of Galrisian.
The metallic voice of the Lord of Galrisian resounds sinister in the bunker command center. Senior officers, captains, strategists and advisers like shadows, ghosts reflexes at the green light of their screens, aims to coordinate regiments, supplies, operations; intercepting signals, studying tactics, praying and cursing. The ork horde is getting closer, and closer.
The phalanx of flesh and transistors is compact, a thin red line of phased plasma fusils, mauler bolt cannons, lascannons and multi-meltas. The cult machanicus of Piombus, led by ten mighty secutors, in unison, unleashes an inferno of flames and lasers. The speed freaks warbands countercharge, breaking into the ruins. The warbikes and wartracks throw themselves against the secutors, only to come torn apart by their mechanical arms. The firestorm is unsustainable, and the evil sunz, taken by surprise, are annihilated by the colossal assault of the Piombus' soldiers.
But the storm has just begun. The first red wave has broken, its destruction has created huge craters, burnt scraps and a dense fog of war, but in a few seconds, another wave, yellow and brown rush forward: the bad moons, driven into the fray by the blood axes mob.
Twenty nobz that charge at the head of their boyz, followed close behind by the roar of the blood axes battlefortress that breaks near the building where is perched the skitarii demy-century. The secutors try to stop the horde in a fierce close combat, but the entire detachment is overwhelmed.
The chimedon tanks destroyed by explosive bombs. The big gunz of the battlefortresses and battlewagons hammer incessantly, and within minutes of fierce battle the retaliation fulfills its carnage.
OST - StuKa Ju-87 siren (Jericho trumpet)
From the sky the terrible ork stukas fall on their pray. The six black trails, swollen of coal and death, head rapids on the Macharius super heavy tanks. Twelve missiles fall upon them, and even though their armor is mighty, the first is hardly damaged, and again before they can react, are achieved by the fire of four death koptas arrived behind the bad moons. A too excessive turmoil, which forces the super heavy tanks formation to retreat behind and abandon the line.
Before it's too late, the infantry regiment on the big bridge, in cover from the railing opens a sustained fire on the bad moons perched in the ruins, below them. The lascannons are numerous, as numerous are the heavy support squadrons, and the ruins, already smoldering and burning, resound of thunders. The boyz, now decimated by numerous clashes fleeing for cover, few survivors that mount on their battlefortress and last battlewagons to flee to the abandoned space port.
The battle for the western front seems to have ended in a terrific carnage, but the price for the orks is absolutely high.
On the opposite side, the XXI° infantry regiment of the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees, at his order march and retreats. The Great Gargant is an unbeatable opponent, and with it comes the immense ork army. A rapid march as the one that brought it down sees the infantries run back up the access ramp leading onto Finnich square, crossing The XXII° infantry regiment, while with its griffon tanks is still moving down from the same ramp. For a few minutes the panic spreads among the soldiers, confused and scared in seeing the fall back of their supreme commander's regiment, and were it not for the timely orders received by the staff of General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, the panic would become terror, and terror in a mass retreat. Finally, the XXII° infantry regiment stop its advance and return from its steps, marching and occupying the huge palace of Finnich square, the one where hours ago the ork big gunz mob started the battle.
And Aggro-Rolla stands furious, while at its feets the whole kult of speed comes and take the eastern access ramp to Finnich square.
<< Princeps Herzog, It has taken the operation Redbeard! The moment is: now! Rule the invasion! >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The orks assault and the bloody battle on the western front seem finished, the fire seems tamed, but the backfire is lurking. The strategic retreat of the HQ infantry regiment gave at the orks cockiness and hunger for conquest, but the cunning maneuver of General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers now shows itself in all its power. The space ship class M33 trident opens a sustained fire against the mekboy Gargant, knocking down its last power fields, thus holding in check once again the ork forces responsible for defense of their rear.
The orders of the Supreme General and his staff arrive fast, frenetic, precise: it's time to move forward, it's time to break the orks pincer. A sharp blow, straight, at the center of their objectives, and the orks army will collapse! Advance, conquer! In the name of the God Emperor and of all humanity. The expected signal, the space ship shot, and the leman russ tanks regiment falls down from the access ramp, directly between the primary and secondary ork objectives. The tanks are advancing, their battlecannons and lascannons aimed against the mekboy speedstas. A terrifying storm is unleashed upon the bizarre mekboyz tanks, a firepower that would have wiped out a column of battlewagons, but that now is only able to wipe out all the power fields of which they were protected. Yet, the invasion has begun.
The storm troopers platoon is flying on Finnich square and with a rapid advance Conqueror Mundorum moves behind the leman russ regiment. Proud of Logar square conquest, the massive titan prepares for the decisive hour.
The mekboy speedstas, terrible dragsters armed of the creative madness of the orcs return the fire. A colorful, crazy storm of beams and missiles unleash towards the leman russ, and although far, a tank is lifted from the ground by the Lifta Droppa, dragged for ten meters and dropped into a gorgeous explosion.
The few remaining big gunz reoccupy the building from which they fled, their secondary objective. The orks are frenzied, and ready to not concede anything to the bastard hummies. A crossfire that takes behind the leman russ regiment, destroying another tank.
Action, reaction, action, reaction. General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers had seen long. The XI° regiment, composed as the XXI°, is sent down the ramp. A rapid advance and a single target. Within moments, the building occupied by the last big gunz flares up in a terrifying fire, burnt by the imperial hellhound tanks. The secondary ork objective falls in imperial hands.
Again, the few gunwagonz survived at the holocaust of the warlord's barrage missile advance rapidly, and the last braincrusha tank detonates a terrible cannonade against the leman russ regiment; once again under fire. And once again, a destroyed tank.
The leman russ, beachhead of the imperial advance in ten minutes found themselves in the midst of the enemy fire, hit from the front and the back. The leman russ regiment, busting battering ram. Cannonball after cannonball after cannonball the regiment has held up, but when the mekboy Gargant opens fire is the end. The incredible Soopa Lifta Droppa, along with the storm of bullets of its gatling Blasta, create an absurd abyss of fire and violet thunderbolts, a glowing fireball that within moments devoures other two tanks; and for the few remaining, there is nothing more than escape from this apocalypse.
What remains of the regiment arrives on Logar square, in disarray.
On the western front, the Soopa Stompa returns to the fray, and with a march bursts through the wreckage and ruins of its Stompa mob, annihilated. Finally, massive, challenging for the last time Logar square. The final battle is at the gate.
OST - Position Music - Saviour (Massive Hybrid Action)
In the high celestial sphere, in the horrible black void, unmentionable ships fight it out, immense ghosts of fire and steel. In the cold vacuum, where tens of thousands perish in horrific explosions, where what remains of their corpses and ashes wander wild and aimless among millions of steel debris, forever. And it is among these that a rock, a rough-propelled meteorite hurtling off and at absurd speed falls toward the planet. Maybe a minute, and a shooting star crosses the sky, but it's not a star. It's an ork drop rock of "small" dimension, and shortly before landing, huge reactors and controlled explosions supervise its landing, incredible, directly on the imperial primary objective.
The immense rock now overlooks the small iron bridge, the open road for the imperial rear. Its many guns are ready, in overwatch, while its huge gates open and a Snappa mob of dreadnoughts and killa cans emerges, flailing their metal claws.
The horde of dreadnoughts and killa cans swarm furiously through the huge kult of speed, a terrifying force ready to conquer the imperial stronghold. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! Screams the wild horde. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! While they await the arrival of their prince of death. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom! Resounds the laughter of Gork and Mork, when Aggro-Rolla, the Great Gargant advances on the access ramp.
<< Come down! Come down steel hummies! I'll crash yo' both, az I've destroyed your mastà! Ah yo don't kome down?!? Well... High my insigna, boyz... Da zquare will be ours! >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
Alone, one of the four imperial sentinels is sent to block the Gargant's way. A suicidal action, but for a few, precious seconds can at least confuse the advance of the Massive beast. The hero's name, which is still unknown, is said to be written in the book of martyrs. He vanished, vaporized with its sentinel by an unprecedented firepower, by the ire of Gork and Mork.
Conqueror Mundorum now leads the imperial advance in the rear of the orcs, in the exact moment when the orcs themselves are trying to break the imperial rear. Both armies, crazy for victory, heedless now of all risk, disparaging death are thrown forward, to a future of death and glory. Every soul, everything is now put on the victory plate while the flames of Implacabilis Vindictae rise high in the sky.
The western front starts to fire again, while the blood axes mob and the sagitarii demi-century regroup and prepare again for battle.
Logar square is again disputed by the arrival of the Soopa Stompa, and to defend it, only an infantry regiment, on the large steel bridge.
Warlord Zorba, at the head of its army now march to Finnich square. Win or lose, now, it is a matter of minutes. Maybe seconds. Doom-Kaboom! Doom-Kaboom!
From the top of its Gargant's head Zorba dà Stinka orders at the death koptas in the rear of flying on the access ramp that lead to Finnich square, from the imperial deploy zone, right behind the Imperial HQ Regiment, while the last evil sunz warhorde mounted on battlefortress advances rapidly behind, ready to attack, now surrounded and cut off, the regiment of the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees.
<< I can't go down, General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers. If I go the city is lost. I, and only I now can face Warlord Zorba. Dacoj... I will avenge you! >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
The chainfist of Verbum Caelestis begins to spin vortically, emitting electric shocks and yellowish glows. And as a wild call in the unholy rage, a terrifying and sinister clang is heard nearby. The two beasts are already in sight each other, and also the Great Gargant put into action its ripper fist. Two steel beasts ready to shred themselves.
<< Who was the first who invented the fearsome weapons? Since that time were massacres, wars... ...opened the shortest way to the cruel death. However, the miserable are not to blame! We are the ones who use badly that He gave to protect us from the ferocious beasts. >> Albius Tibullus. 37.M-1.Holy-TERRA.
TURN 5. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (blitzkrieg, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (Obj. Bridge)
"The vistas I relish most are those in which the sunset plays a transfiguring & glorifying part." — HPL in a letter to Donald Wandrei, 927.M2.Holy-Terra.
OST - Epic Action | Tom Player - Takedown (Position Music) - Epic Music VN
Forty thousand years from when the days were numbered. Generation, after generation, after generation, down deeper and deeper into a vortex of lineages, through imperishable glories and unclean abyss, defying the laws of space, time and materium. Forty thousand years of evolution and involution, technological discoveries, medieval obscurantism, kept as sacred relics of a legendary era now lost. The survival of mankind depends on countless battles, but every man, everyone is called today to a single duty in the galaxy: survive and triumph. Verbum Caelestis warlord titan, immense human icon, giant prodigy among the most secret mysteries of the cult mechanicus, does of its time its mantle: it will cover it of glory, or obscure in the eternal oblivion.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
The huge roar of the kult of speed behind the massive Great Gargant is becoming stronger. Warlord Zorba, at the sound of a sinister siren, orders the ferocious assault. The XXI° infantry regiment of the Imperial Commander Sir Vincent Drees is not yet fully arrived to Finnich square. The orders are coming fast from the command bunker, frantic, frenetic: "Finish the redeploy to Finnich square and be ready to fire!", "Ready to break down the battlefortress before it will take the access ramp!", "You are not ready yet? Prepare an overwatch fire! Prep...", but while the orders are still echoing confused, the ork initiative overwhelms the regiment. Under the gaze of Verbum Caelestis warlord titan the immense kult of speed swarms furiously and engages the imperial soldiers, sweeping away the regiment of the commander in field: killing, burning, destroying everything. In few terrible minutes the clash is irredeemably lost.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
The speed freaks horde, nearly untouched, regroups in front of the huge Titan, ready to support the imminent conquest, the decisive assault of the Great Gargant.
<< Stormtroopers platoon T-Wings 96. Order sent: engage the kult of speed with the support of Verbum Caelestis. Now! Orders confirmed at all the regiments, procede with the conquest of the ork supply line! >> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The stormtroopers platoon with a methodical advance arrives at the foot of the Titan, occupying the adjacent building. Within moments the four valkyries unleash a missiles storm, made even more powerful by the Multiple Rocket Launcher's missiles, the support of the warlord titan, and the stormtroopers fire. Within minutes the entire area catches fire, throwing in the air shred of warbikes, scorchers, buggies, wartracks and what remains of the already devastated imperial regiment. Large fireballs explode in the square, spreading tongues of fire and fiery glow. After few minutes, the whole area is a smoldering lunar landscape, still glowing. Unrecognizable.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
A large column of smoke rises high and terrible from Finnich square, followed by smaller other, disfigured sign of a terrible battle, a terrible slaughter. But flames and flares do nothing but inflame the warrior fury of the orks, and the evil sunz mob mounted on their battlefortress advances rapidly up the access ramp, passing under the noses of the stormtroppers and the warlord Titan. The battlefortress advances crushing bodies and wreckages, orkish and imperial, rendered almost unrecognizable, amid the columns of smoke and fire. The mob jumps out from the battlefortress and occupies the building previously devastated by the scorchers. The warhorde opens fire on the last sentinel that stands in the ork's assault way, destroying it and forcing the last two to retreat near the great iron bridge. For the Great Gargant the way is open.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
Behind the evil sunz, for death-koptas land on the square, creating havoc among the leman russ in disarray, with the result that put another one out of order. Finnich square is burning.
The order of General Commissar Friedrich von Ebersberg Weyers is clear. The events on Finnich square must not in any way stop the glorious imperial conquest. And so it is. Conqueror Mundorum Warlord titan, mighty and huge machine of conquest, advances inside the ruins, the primary ork objective, and conquest it! The Inferno Gun does flare up a huge fire inside the building where the Goffs are perched, in vain. The goffs horde burns inside the buildings, burns inside the ruins. The Plasma Destructor incinerates two dreadnoughts while the Vulcan Mega Bolter is hammering incessantly adding massacre to massacre. Within minutes the goff horde has been decimated, but not yet defeated.
Fluorescent glows, experimental missiles, hammering gunfire, the speedstas, wrapped but not involved in the Titan's fire immediately open a retaliatory fire against the praetorian combat servitors disembarked from the Corvus assault pod, destroying half a dozen.
The imperative is to block the road at the orc forces, prevent them even to challenge their primary objective. An impossible mission, a bold action! The dropship class M33 trident gradually loses altitude, and in contravention of all imperial policies lands in front of the entire orc army, blocking the way. The Goffs, decimated, launch the assault, ready to devastate it, but end up hopelessly under the support fire of the Titan and its praetorian combat servitors. the starship's void shields collapse under the orks fire, and an explosion opens a gash in the hull of the ship. However, the ship is still operational, and the orks, a few dozen, are forced to flee, now completely defeated.
The action on the ork front gets hectic, crazy. The imperial advance doesn't let up, and all ork mobs remaining are closing ranks in attempt to stop it. The blitz brigade, the few tanks survived at the apocalypse of the warlord's barrage missile, advances rapidly and the last braincrusha, with a lucky shot, settles the decisive blow at the landed starship, breaking it in two in a terrible explosion. But the ork enthusiasm did not last long, when The XI° infantry regiment moves down the access ramp, and patrolling the crossroads take the last ork tanks in a terrible crossfire, crushing them all.
The way, blocked and then opened by the destruction of the drop-ship, is immediately closed again by the arrival of the hydras flak platoon that, positioning always at the shadow of Conqueror Mundorum, hammers with a rain of bullets the last Goffs in disarray, slaughtering them.
The Mekboy Gargant, another awesome miracle of the malignant ork intelligence, begins to activate its prodigious weapons, ready to unleash them against Conqueror Mundorum in front of it; but an unexpected failure, something goes wrong, and the super Lifta Droppa misses its target, and the entire Gargant loose balance and can't even shoot with the rest of its weaponry.
The first phase of the imperial assault goes to completion with the arrival of the XXII° infantry regiment, which leaves the large palace on Finnich square and occupies the building, ork secondary objective, in front of them. An approaching maneuver, and the stormboyz mob is under the massive fire of the imperial lascannons and the bombing of the griffon tanks. At the end of the bombardment, twenty stormboyz have fallen, but the retaliation is lurking.
Still roar the engines, and this time is the speed freaks Warbands outriders, led personally by their big boss. The warbikes horde runs with frightening rapidity the tract of land from the cathedral in ruins and the building where is perched the XXII° infantry regiment, hitting it with their machine guns. Some soldier falls, someone is injured. A small thing, but it's the suicidal assault of the stormboyz which immediately makes the fire flare up. The ogryns intercept more orks they can, but soon the swarm bursts inside the building: slaughtering and being slaughtered.
Outside the warbikes are firing wildly, and so do the hellhound tanks and the infantry of the XI° regiment. Ten minutes of fierce battle leave at the ground all the stormboyz, five ogryns and more than half of the imperial soldiers.
The clash turns to an imperial victory, but a pyrrhic victory. the XXII° infantry regiment retreats to the crossroads, exhausted and defeated.
The battle rages furiously, and the entire sector of Daltan is now in flames. Where days ago high notables and Lords of the city walked on the mighty squares, proud of their city and empire, now hordes of orks rush, all destroying, all desecrating, all devastating. The lavish neighborhood is now disfigured by an unspeakable battle. Where glistened one time the yellow of the gold, now reigns the black of blackened ruins.
The ork pincer movement is running out for one last, final assault. The Soopa Stompa rapidly advances on Logar Square, trying to reach the big bridge. Its big guns open fire on the infantry perched there, but thanks to their overwatch maneuver they bear the brunt unscathed.
In the same time, the ork horde near the Imperial primary objective, near the landed drop rock, moves forward, occupying land and preventing any future imperial maneuver in their sector.
What remains of the army of Piombus, the cult mechanicus, takes the initiative before it's too late. The Sagitarii demi-century, perched on the building from which they rejected the terrible ork invasion, slaughter after slaughter in the preceding hours, opens fire at the blood axes battlefortress, destroying the only engine that would have been able to bring them to Logar square. A few minutes later, the last two Macharius super heavy tanks, damaged but still operational, march and overtake the ruins, standing at the foot of the access ramp, blocking with their massive size and firepower the only access way to the big bridge. A bold maneuver, desperate: fight to the death in that small, terrifying piece of land, already a terrifying cemetery of skitarii and orks, but not allow at the orks to conquer nor the square, nor the great bridge.
The blood axes and what remains of the bad moons move, in complete disorganization, to the last forces of the cult mechanicus. The small quadrant is an unwatchable tomb: the blackened buildings, the smoking ruins, the stacks of destroyed chimedons and ork trucks. The last few boyz now surround the macharius super heavy tanks and everything is ready for the final, decisive battle in that area.
The entire body of Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan, is shaken by constant cyber-electronic messages and encoded fluids in and out. Tubes and transistors that penetrate his body. His flesh, and his titan are one spirit, and frantically his orders come to the servitors and tech-priests that govern the immense war engine. One step, then another. The green of his eyes shining brightly of burning coal while his Chainfist is now deafening. With a slow, but relentless movement, the Chainfist sweeps away dozens of orcs and many warbikes and buggies. Sucked into the mighty whirl of sharp blades, electrocuted by magnetic discharges and electrified flashes. The evil sunz mob in front of him is trampled mercilessly. The mighty battlefortress and the boyz perched in the building open fire, knocking down a couple of void shields, but the Chainfist hits the warengine, and with the sound of broken plate is cut in two, and thrown to the side, as if it were a toy. Just over a dozen boyz escape the massacre, and abandon forever the battlefield, terrified.
DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM! DOOOM! KA-BOOOOM!
<< Thiz day iz mine! Wher' da fuck you run, coward! Come here and face me. >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
Aggro-Rolla, the Great Gargant, become glowing, red of fury and conquest. Its dozens chimneys puff furious, while red flames light up inside its ironclad belly. The earth trembles, shaken and shaken again. An earthquake of steel and guns bursts in Finnich square, followed by a dozen of dreadnoughts and killa kans. They advance and open fire on Verbum Caelestis, that with its massive body protects the entire stormtroopers platoon and the last cult mechanicus sentinel: what remains in the imperial hopes to defend the front. The movement to scale and gain access to the square was hard, and fortunately the firestorm, which in other circumstances would have been deadly, hits the Titan vaporizing "only" all its remaining void shields.
Aeterni Patris.
<< If Athens cries, Sparta doesn't laugh. Bastard! This land will be my grave, but you will not see victory. >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
Now the king is naked. His enemy in front of him. Two champions at the apex of their respective civilizations are ready to decide who will triumph today.
Victory, glory, liberation, conquest, death. In front of so many challenges, they now seem just empty words.
TURN 6. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (blitzkrieg, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 2 (Obj. Bridge, blitzkrieg)
OST - (Killing joke This Tribal Antidote) edit whit music maker 16
"On the ancient temple of Antenorian forge, Angry of vengeance the forgotten nemesis come. Over plumbum gates they spread the scourge, to steal their metallic glory great slaughter is done." Constanze the Prophetess, burned as a Heretic 687.M38.
Transistors, pistons, fibers, gears and mechanisms now unknown to humanity, technology no longer unlockable. Technology lost forever, whose fruits, rare, come from huge industries that still produce their own lost machines and circuits. Those circuits have memory, those gears soul, and as a shadow of the past, a ghost, an ethereal will, the machine spirit manifests itself, in an unique symbiosis with the one, him chosen, which has the honor of move it in battle. There, in the mystery of the most unknown, lies the machine spirit of a Titan, omniscient, inscrutable, of eternal memory. And as man communicates to the machine, sometimes it's the machine that communicates to man...
++ ...incoming messag... error line 05110DS011D011F-EX87A ++
++ Error line 05110011S0011D011F-DAR5. Repeat procedure DELTA ++
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit subconsciousness autoplay recorded vision. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Released ++
++ Verbum Caelestis machine spirit subconsciousness message. COD-35sdf415e-2d55a7.0496dfgd6s. Closed ++
<< What the hell is going on!? Moderati, connect immediately with the Legio's Spirit on Rex Archangelus! Fuck! ...our enemy is here, in front of us. Delete immediately this fuckin' interference and ready to engage this mountain of metal shit! >> Princeps Iskander Baal, on Verbum Caelestis warlord titan
The hour of truth. Dooom-Kaboom! Dooom-Kabooom! The ork warcry fills of fury Finnich square, a fiery cauldron where piles of wreckage and bodies rest charred to the ground. Princeps Iskander Baal, from the cockpit of his warlord titan observes and coordinates his moderatii and all his crew, ready for the imminent, titanic clash. Disturbed by an unknown interference from the machine spirit of Verbum Caelestis, he regain control and takes action. The last Piombus' sentinel mars pattern engages from behind the titan, moving under its massive legs, and with a suicide attack assaults the horde of dreadnoughts and killa kans. Behind it, the multiple rockets launcher of the warlord titan again unleashes its fury, with the massive support fire of the stormtroopers. The last sentinel vanishes under an immense fireball, but the orks mechanized horde is almost annihilated, and only two killa kans and a dreadnought escape the massacre, in retreat.
<< Die! Bazstard! Diee!! >> Zorba, da stinka. Goff Warboss, commander of Kepler invasion.
The orks' cry of death stops suddenly, facing the umpteenth massacre, and the immense Great Gargant moves. Warlord Zorba screams ferocious orders while Aggro-Rolla moves against Verbum Caelestis. The impact is terrible and shakes the whole square. With a tremendous stroke of its belly, Aggro-Rolla almost knocks down the warlord titan, who stepping back throws its chainfist inside the huge Gargant's metal belly, ripping its hull and its bowels: furnaces and gears. While the chainfist sinks, the ripper fist of the Gargant whirls over the head of Verbum Caelestis, snatching a quarter of carapace from its shoulders, and wreaking havoc and failures on the entire warengine. All the Gargant's guns open fire, and the multiple rockets launcher unleashes its storm on the Gargant's chest, aiming to the ammo depot, in vain. Iskander Baal loses visual contact on its enemy, now enveloped by a glowing river of fire that overflows from the immense scorcher on the head of Aggro-Rolla. In a few terrifying minutes both giants vanish among countless explosions, wrapped in a column of smoke and flame.
By the huge column of smoke two steel giants take a step back. Verbum Caelestis, defeated, no steps back. Its essence, its structure hanging by a thread, but it's still alive. With unspeakable horror and anger, Aggro-Rolla retreats of few meters, and where it hoped to find an immense pile of scrap, still sees its enemy, yet ready for one last battle. Thousands of gretchins and snotlings run up and down to tame the huge Gargant's fires, emerged victorious but badly damaged. Another assault on Verbum Caelestis, certainly, will be fatal. For both.
Iskander Baal challenge yet Warlord Zorba, by flaring up the green of his eyes. He comes from Piombus, He come from the Legio Metalica Hells Angels Battle Group.
Angels of fire and steel.
<< General Ebersberg von Weyers to all the army of the Imperium. Procede accordingly to my plan.This city... is our!>> General Commissar Friedrich Ebersberg von Weyers, supreme commander of the reconquest of Kepler Secundus.
The XI° infantry regiment, the last of three, now without a commander in field, carries out the orders of their General, trusting in him and in the mercy and glory of their God Emperor. The regiment advances, the infantry occupy the building, ork's secondary objective, while the leman russ and hellhound tanks encircle it. A storm of guns, battlecannons and flamers hits the warbike outriders mob, who, crazed in flames, assaults the regiment in a fierce, final attempt to repel the invaders. A leman russ is destroyed, and with it all the hellhound tanks, but the laser-storm of the imperial soldiers' rifles from the top of the building is unsustainable, and only half a dozen warbikes escapes the massacre, fading in the ruins of the city.
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The mekboy Gargant opens fire, a substained fire in a desperate attempt to bring down the titan in front of it, but once again the imprecise super Lifta Droppa fails its target and triggers the inevitable retaliation.
<< March, Sons of Piombus! March for the Omnissiah, March for the Emperor. >> Princeps Werner Herzog on Conqueror Mundorum warlord titan.
Conqueror Mundorum moves forward and with a glorious march engages the entire mekboyz army. In front of it the last praetorian combat servitors. The last, glorious march to victory, and, nomen omen, to conquest.
Thunder Fury, conqueror of worlds. The mighty steps of the Titan shake the crossroads. Eyes of burning coal, warrior fury. The mekboy gargant fires against the Titan and the same try the speedstas, a vain attempt: a terrifying firefight strikes upon all the speedstas, reducing them, all seven, in few minutes into a pile of smoldering metal. The mekboy gargant, defeated, falls back and leaves the battlefield, completely defeated, with the last goff boyz in disarray. The orks supply line, their primary and secondary objectives fell in imperial hands.
From Finnich square the valkyries take off, and with a rapid advance land on Logar square, encircling and immobilizing the Soopa Stompa, now at the mercy of events.
From the sky six black trails head quickly against the three hydra flak tanks. A storm of bullets, one stuka catches fire and crashes to the ground. The storm of ork's missiles strikes without mercy, destroying all the tanks, but for the orks the reconquest of their objectives is now out of hand.
The orks, crazy for seeing their prey out of hand, bring the assault everywhere. On the terrible pit of metal sheets and bodies that has become the western front, the blood axes assault the last two Macharius super heavy tanks, arrived there to block their way, the only way that can lead them towards the Soopa Stompa and the great bridge. The Sagitarii demy-century and the bad moons unleash their support fire. the fire flares up again, chopping the chopped among fires and explosions. The two superheavy tanks are set on fire, and two dozen orks fall to the ground.
The blood axes regroup, waiting for the rapid advance of the bad moons. Advance that will never happen.
The Sagitarii demy-century opens a substained fire against the last battlewagons of the bad moons clan, a fire for them now unsustainable. The last battlewagon, along with a battlefortress carrying a handful of boyz flee to the abandoned space port, for never to return.
Conquered the ork objectives, stopped the Soopa Stompa on Logar square, also defeated the blood axes and the bad moons on the western front, the infantry regiment on the large bridge leaves its position and, replaced by the last two sentinels, assaults the death koptas on Finnich square. A great battle, which finally sees the triumph of the imperial forces, although at a high price.
The rhythm of the guns, like the heartbeat of a dark god, like a burning rain that is consuming, begins to decrease, up to vanish altogether. The battle of Daltan is over.
Aggro-Rolla moves again, and for a moment all the voices on Logar square fall silent, now exhausted. But the Gargant moves, moves to escape. The retreat of Aggro-Rolla is accompanied by resounding screams, human screams: shouts of victory.
With the conquest and the control of the AX68 Highway the imperial forces get the main corridor to deploy deeply in the ork rearlines their regiments, breaking into two and more parts the ork forces, condemning, albeit through other numerous battles, to their inevitable defeat. The liberation of Kepler Secundus is now a matter of days, maybe two weeks.
OST - W.A.S.P. - The Heretic
<< Veteran Princeps Baal, Herzog, my red devils! Implacabilis Vindictae was vindicated, this victory is essential to give courage to the whole imperial expedition. Yet, about what happened to your machine spirits, I order you the silence. The eye of the Inquisition is upon us. We will investigate behind our steel walls on Piombus about the prophetic and obscure images that our titans communicate us. Remember: Deus Machina est! The Omnissiah walks among us! >> Legate Carl Pastorius, Lord of the Legio Metalica H.A. division.
TURN 7. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (blitzkrieg, break the spirit) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 3 (Obj. Bridge, blitzkrieg, conquer and defend)
