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.
