09 - Galrisian - КАПИТУЛЯЦИЯ, The stormwolves Space wolves great company approach on Atrudorstan sector after the destruction of the imperial south armies.
Away from the screams, gasps, death groans, from the ferocious explosions and the deafening thunder of Atrudorstan's pass, immense mechanical machines, such as walking gods, advance on the planet Galrisian. Besides the front line, other, more numerous, the ork gargants come at the head of immense armies, ready for the ultimate confrontation: Galrisian must die. Galgarock is rising! On the Ether signals and encrypted codes fly at light speed, while the Legio Metalica princeps communicate each other, up to thousands of kilometers away.
Princeps Incendiarius - My inferno gun is rusting, Boss, there is the risk it will never stand up! you know...
Legate C. Pastorius - Ha! Ha! Ha! Incendiarius... you fool. Comply to the orders of Veteran Princeps Bezmenov and be ready, the rest of the IX and XI Legio Metalica Battlegroup is being repaired and redeployed accordingly to Supreme General Petrescu's orders. The north front will burns again, and I fear very soon. I with the IV Legio Metalica Battlegroup, togheter with the 138° imperial guard regiment are marching to fort Grond. Pray for me, brothers!
Princeps W. Herzog - The Omnissiah is upon you, master! Long live to the red King!
Princeps P. Bezmenov - Long live onepercenter! Our Ancestors founding fathers live in you!
Princeps I. Baal - Hey, folks... let's stop sucking each other. What the hell is going on on our machine spirits. Interference are becoming more frequent, events are accelerating.
Legate C. Pastorius - Keep calm, Princeps! I'll give it an answer on Piombus, Baal. Now, our destiny is in front of us, don't forget it!! Deus est Machina.
In the shadow of a total defeat the orks are forced to disengage the massive forces thrown forward to go back to their positions. The immense blood axes mob, ready to pounce on the central stronghold, runs wildly back to the tactical detachment, sparking a firestorm that breaks down among wounded and fallen twenty space marines.
The astartes move their scouts to create a circle between the goff mob perched on the outer stronghold and the rest of the blood axes, cutting in two the main ork forces. The goffs, so, can only fire to them, disrupting the formation.
On the right flank the evil sunz move fast and reoccupy, for the second time, the outer stronghold. But it's a mere illusion.
The terminators swaggering out of the trenches, with a frontal assault burn and destroy the mighty ork drop rock, regrouping fearless toward the evil sunz boyz. In the same moments, the tactical detachment leaded by Bjorn Stormwolf assaults in firefight the evil sunz. A long, grueling firefight, which ends with the final defeat of the red boyz, thanks to the support fire of the terminators. The stronghold is reconquered, again!
The proud Imperial soldiers, perched on top of the rocky outcrop, see advance towards them even the kult of speed, a daring race aims to ensure the ork's defeat. Few machine guns and some cannons reach the regiment, and the hydra flak tank is destroyed.
++ LC27 Airstrike mission Wotar9836-866 ++ ++ Ground attack maneuver ++ ++ Objective: clear the area on quadrant ADl698-y.7 ++ ++ Targets aquired. landing procedure ++ ++ All weapon system ready. Fire! ++
Over the heads of the imperial soldiers whizzes massive a space wolves landing craft. Its long shadow protects them, for a moment, for lands between the tactical and the land raiders detachments. The flying fortress opens fire with the tacticals, a fire that just scratches the blood axes horde. Too many. Victory, of this glorious sortie, as it has come, for a breath escapes, and the space wolves so prepare for the last maneuvers.
In less than a minute, the tacticals and land raiders embark on the landing craft, while not far away the long fangs embark inside the thunderhawk gunship.
++ LC27 Airstrike mission Wotar9836-867 ++ ++ Detachments embarked, ready to go ++
++ TH11 Airstrike mission Agar66.2 ++ ++ Detachment embarked, ready to go ++
In few moments, where before there was a space marine army, now there is nothing. Quick as lightning, uncatchable as ghosts, the Astartes army is in flight, ready for a ultimate, glorious mission.
TURN 4. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 0 ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (break the spirit)
