09 - Galrisian - КАПИТУЛЯЦИЯ, The stormwolves Space wolves great company approach on Atrudorstan sector after the destruction of the imperial south armies.
OST - Do you think I'm Saxon - Hans Zimmer (King Arthur OST) HDHQ
++ Airstrike mission Xinj9836-865 ++ ++ Enemy skimmers in sight ++ ++ Objective: Break the enemy patrol formation, clean the area on quadrant ADl698-y. ++ ++ Targets aquired. All the weapon system ready: fire. ++
The battle rages, roars, while the ork hordes advance towards Atrudorstan's pass. The planetfall sortie broke on the orkish right flank, braking their offensive, but the avalanche press relentlessly. The sky, already torn by the massive orbital barrage rips again when a powerful landing craft and a thunderhawk gunship hurtle circumnavigating the battlefield. Whizzing far from the fire's range of the rough ork flak wagons they fire simultaneously at the death koptas, decimating the squadron in protection of the massive big gunz mob, pivot of the entire orcish army.
The arrival of the space wolves chapter caused immediate confusion among the orc hordes, but the warrior fury for conquest takes over. Plans are reviewed, mob redeployed. Atrudorstan's pass must fall!
The goff horde moves fast, and going out from the huge crater arrives in front of the stronghold on the Imperial right flank. The goffs, wild animals born for the fray, scream and shake their close combat weapons on board of their battlewagons, anticipating the imminent massacre. The maneuvers for the assault on the left flank are delineated in all their danger. The danger of being crushed first on the flanks and then on the center becomes frighteningly real.
The police platoon mounted on bikes march forward. A terrible order, but necessitated by the latest orkish maneuvers: to create at all costs a patrol line in front of the Ork formations and prevent the impending, next assaults. Unaware of their fate the imperial bikes advance, forming a line forward from the central stronghold to the right one. Engines running, trembling wrists and eyes to the sky in the hope to see a thunderhawk gunship come to their rescue, but it's not.
The blood axes horde moves fast, and arrives in front of the imperial bikes, four of them. The massive fire obliterates four policemen, opening a breach to the outer stronghold, event that force the "sentinel platoon" to march it too and occupies the place of the destroyed bikes. The line must hold. At any cost.
The sky above Atrudorstan has no peace, and in orbit among thousands of debris a massive rock precipitates, pushed forward by massive flaming rockets. A meteorite pierces the sky, among the many who fall and dissolve in the atmosphere for few moments no one notices, but when, with horror, the commanders understand the real nature of it, it's too late.
Crude rockets explode, braking the fall of the drop rock, and in few seconds with a suffocating cloud of smoke the rock stops in front of the central, main stronghold. The massive metal door crashes to the ground and a big bad moon mob throws itself forward. The rock opens fire, destroying four imperial bikes in protection of the left stronghold's side, thus paving the way for the advancing bad moons. The ork's trump card fell, twisting like a cold shower the plans of the Astartes and Imperial commanders.
The deathskull big gunz horde, orphan of their death koptas in patrol, firmly perched on the ruins of a destroyed stronghold prepares an insidious overwatch, showing a superior tactical skill, sign that at the command today there are smart nobz and warbosses, well trained at Napoleork's court.
All pieces are on the chessboard. The central stronghold is threatened by a horde of bad moon, landed from a drop rock. The left stronghold fell, while the right one is threatened, even if not immediately, by the goff horde. The battlefield is a cheerful fire, it's only by the presence of the space marines that the few Imperial forces don't fall back. The hour is late for men, but not for the Astartes.
On Wolfborn Starcruiser are immediately redefined plans and tactics, and the name of Russ rises high in the sky, blessing the impending military operations.
TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 0
