13 - Galrisian - Apocalypse at the forges of Ruhr, The VI° Legio Metalica Battlegroup, escorted by a cult mechanicus legion of Piombus, at the head of the CCXLIII° imperial regiment faces the ork assault on the lost factories of Ruhr.
Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump... Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life... Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines - Excerpt from the Catechism of the Autoculus of Mars.
<< XI regiment Ordinatii minoris: sweep away from the face of the planet that mass of metal sheets! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
Ready, already in position, the two Ordinatii minoris begin to load energy in their terrific weapon systems. Powerful reactors that work thanks to the secrets and prayers of the tech priests, arcane technologies, kept alive by lost technologies and dark litanies. The plasma destructor and the volcano cannon open fire in unison, and from miles a terrifying fireball invests the NapoleOrk Gargant, irreversibly feeding the fire that already devours it from inside and turning it into a giant column of fire, an immense torch on the battlefield. And the first gargant is destroyed.
The reprisal comes immediately. Invested by dozens of incandescent plates of the destroyed gargant, the Zzaap super Fortresses open fire on the leman russ on the hill, incinerating three tanks.
While the three leman russ tanks burn like burning embers, the speedstas open fire, destroying another tank with a soopa lifta droppa, dropping and lifting to the sky for twenty meters for throw it into the rearline. In disarray, and in panic, the survived tanks descend from the hill and hide behind a still smoking chimneys that exhale an eternal last breath on the forges of Ruhr.
OST - Factory Sounds effect
The entire legio cybernetica, including the sentinels mars pattern, prepare an overwatch fire, ready to hold up for the imminent assault of the orcs, that still doesn't arrive and this gives strength to the imperial forces for a rapid counterattack.
<< That horde of blood axes speed freaks must be thinned. I advance and open fire. The Emperor's will is upon you, bastards! >> Princeps Fabius Faber on reaver titan Portae Custos
The Reaver titan Portae Custos advances between the building and the smoking chimneys, and aims all its weapons against the blood axes warhorde; and it unleashes the hell: the Inferno Gun invests in a sea of fire warbikes, trucks, buggies and boyz, while the Gatling Cannon sows death everywhere. The Plasma Cannon emits sparks and bluish lights shaken by pure metal electric discharges, while recharge for the next fire.
Fire! Fire! Fire! The order arrives from Julius Zar immediately after NapoleOrk warhorde destroyed the sentinels in substained fire on the rocky hill. From the rearline the battery of manticores opens fire, devastating the already devastated mob of blood axes; but is with the advance and fire of the ArchMagos skitarii demi-century that comes the fatal blow. The mob flees back decimated to death.
The battle on the imperial left flank turns to the best, and the initiative is still firmly in the imperial hands when, unexpected, a stukas attack on the rearline on the right flank catches the high imperial commands by surprise. A valkyrie is destroyed, and with it a dozen stormtroopers crash to the ground.
Before being able to organize a series of concrete containment maneuvers, the ork blitz brigade leaps out and approaches the macharius super heavy tanks, investing them with two dreaded soopa zzapp guns, and a storm of cannons. One super heavy tanks detonates, while another is damaged, and escapes with the other behind the nuclear power plant.
The NapoleOrk Great Gargant advances inside the space harbor, and unleashes a firestorm against the Ordinatii minoris. The ordinatus with the vulcan mega bolter is not even able to act, and falls back inside the nuclear power plant, defeated, while the void shields of the other two falter under the angry Great Gargant's firepower.
On the right flank the ork horde is unstoppable, and in less than no time, like an avalanche rushes against the imperial forces. The bad moon boyz leave behind them the space harbor, and occupy the mighty building of the giant crane, firing at the Ordinatii minoris, knocking down all the last void shields.
The imperial forces, almost overwhelmed if it were not for the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, attempt an extempore retaliation, and the stormtroopers on valkyries advance and unleash a storm of missiles against the ork tanks. The tanks are overwhelmed, but unfortunately among the few survivors flee the heavy weapons too.
The battle has now flared uncontrollably, and if on the left imperial flank the orcs are kept in check, the right flank seems ready to collapse.
From the center of the battlefield the evil sunz speed freaks advance, and conquer the rail crossing. An avalanche of fire, machine guns, rude missiles, rifles, pistols crashes into a monstrous orchestra of bullets against the ordinatii minoris, and an unfortunate shot hits the cockpit and the reactors, destroying the ordinatus with the plasma destructor. The last one backs away, also defeated, inside the abandoned nuclear power plant.
Nuntius Fragor warlord titan stands gigantic in the middle of a stormy sea, ready to act, to stop the inevitable with its own steel body. Now is it the first line on the right side.
On the left flank, the orks don't advance, almost discouraged by the imperial impetus, but like a snake ready to strike, the unnerving wait hides an inevitable trap, a subtle, lethal, mortal strategy. The cannons roar, the burning gargant burns like an immense torch that lights up the dawn on the battlefield. the rays of the sun, tired and afflicted, kiss the immense metal sheets like the death, are reflect, dazzle, warm with cold light men, machines and orcs, in a mortal embrace. The apocalypse in the forge of Ruhr rages of flame, death and glory.
On the right imperial flank the battle still blazes, furious, terrible and merciless. The blood axes warhorde mounted on battlefortress advances, and perched on a building opens fire against the stormtroopers, followed a few moments later by the substained fire of the ork death koptas. A valkyrie is destroyed, and with the death of ten other stormtroopers the survivors flee in retreat, defeated, near the macharius super heavy tanks, also in disarray.
OST - AC/DC - War Machine
<< Thats enough!! XXXI° Imperial infantry regiment, forward with me! Conquer the crane! >> Veteran Princeps Julius Zar on Warlord titan Nuntius Fragor
With immense and glorious steps Nuntius Fragor warlord titan advances, bringing its titanic steel body just a few dozen meters from the evil sunz speed freaks warband. Its volcano cannon and its turbo-laser destructor enlighten with fury, and unleash themselves against the soop zzapp fortresses in the distance, hammering them with blows and charring the first one, hit by the furious volcano cannon.
Under the shadow of the machine god the infantry regiment advances through the desolation of the abandoned nuclear power plant, ten ogryns forward, and run to the assault, to conquer the rail crossing. The ork trucks, buggies and warbikes rush against the warlord titan in a desperate as ferocious melee. The imperial fire is massive, and although fifteen soldiers fall under the orks' machine guns, the ogryns hold up the bump and the assault turns to the best for the imperial forces. The warlord titan, hit by lethal as crude short-range heavy weapons, is repeatedly damaged, but only on the surface of its legs. The power fist of Nuntius Fragor, relentless, grabs three ork trucks with a single slap and curls them like paper. After ten minutes of firefight, the ork horde is completely annihilated and alongside the titan lie burning piles of incandescent debris.
<< Order received Boss! I move my ass! >> Princeps Bill Hudson on warhound titan Ardens Lupus
A fast and impressive ride, that one of the warhound titan marching, across the imperial rearline, on the entire battlefield, redeploying from the left to the right flank, a tactical maneuver needed to get out of the "cul de sac" from which it was finished.
The right flank is a fire that relentlessly burns. The massive kult of speed with a rapid movement swoops as raptors on the macharius super heavy tanks in disarray, further damaging one, but the HQ mechanized infantry regiment advances in retaliation at the feet of the warlord titan Nuntius Fragor, and unleashes a firestorm against the speed freaks, destroying a dozen among buggies and warbikes.
And like a wave that rejects on the burning beach what the sea doesn't want hold back, the battle rages on the whole front again. At the center of the battlefield the cult mechanicus hydra tanks advance under the legs of the reaver titan and open fire against the ork speedstas, breaking down few power fields: few of too many, generated by the damned dragster in the middle of the mob.
<< Time to nut up, or shut up! For the Omnissiah, I'm here Faber! >> Princeps James Draco on warlord titan Lux Vindicta
The march of the warlord titan Lux Vindicta makes the earth tremble, a terrible race, a god of steel and fire that, step by step, almost runs along the battlefield. An exceptional sight, which for a few minutes silences the ignorant armies that today and here are massacring each other for victory.
But the gauntlet is immediately picked up, and the big krawler gargant advances. The huge tracks scrape the ground, leaving deep trails of death behind it. The immense metallic beast stops in front of the skitarii demi-century, and disembarking a dozen among dreadnoughts and killa kans, unleashes an incendiary storm of fire on the sons of Piombus. Three chimedon tanks are destroyed by countless big gunz, while a dozen hypaspists vanish carbonized.
From the top of the hill the imperial forces attempt a retaliation, with the advance of the second regiment of leman russ tanks. The tanks open fire, but they destroy only a couple of killa kans.
The Gargant of the snakebites, along with the goff stompa mob, both advance and unleash a hellish fire on the imperial tanks. Four tanks are destroyed, and although they manage to regroup, the blow has also seriously compromised the second regiment of leman russ tanks.
The warlord titan Lux Vindicta and the reaver titan Portae Custos are now face to face with the big krawler and the gargant of the snakebites. The pieces, with mad courage and obstinate folly, have been carried on, until the inevitable. Huge war machines, ready to tear each other, fiercely challenge with their metallic glowing eyes. The hour of truth is next.
Not far away, Nuntius Fragor warlord titan leads forward what remains of the imperial forces, while fortunately the two ordinatii minoris regroup, perching precious firepower behind its metallic carapace. In front of it, the NapoleOrk Great Gargant is approaching, while all around the ork forces almost conquered the imperial right flank. All this has a name in human history. And its name is Apocalypse! Apocalypse at the forges of Ruhr!
TURN 2. End turn. ORKS WAAAGH: 2 (defend the flag, they will not pass) ARMY OF THE IMPERIUM: 1 (defend the flag)
