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- >Deployed to the front of some backwater
- >Tau have landed a beachhead and are pushing hard
- >Draw straws for who gets the Special Weapon
- >Get assigned Plasma Gun
- >Last three troopers to carry it died when it malfunctioned and vented out the fuel cell
- >Load up in the Chimera
- >Reach Firebase
- >Listen to Commissar and Platoon Commander bellow about duty and orders
- >Commissar is actually a frontline veteran
- >Two executions for cowardice
- >One for court marshaling
- >Lieutenant is reasonably competent
- >Doesn't leave men behind
- >Techpriests bless our lasguns
- >Reaches me
- >Checks Plasma Gun
- >[Screams In Binary]
- >Repairs faulty coils due to whoever first had it fucking up the fuel cells on a reload
- >Suddenly not so unhappy about having Plasma Gun
- >Rest at post in trench for few hours rest
- >Roused to take watch
- >Uneventful night
- >Commissar walks our trench with Lieutenant
- >Carefully nod in acknowledgement
- >Always wary of snipers
- >Commissar is wearing a pull over fatigue coat to cover his laurels
- >Common helmet
- >Zone has been hot, really not taking chances with the snipers
- >"Guardsman, why is your weapon not at the ready?"
- "Garrett is getting his round of sleep. I've got his Lasgun sir. I didn't want the glow of the Plasma Gun to give us away."
- >"Common sense. A rare trait. Carry on."
- >Potentially score points with command
- >Keep watch with binocs as the sun rises
- >Notice weird shapes
- >Wake up trenchmates
- >Second looks and opinions
- >Warm up coils on plasma because bad feeling
- >Crunching noises
- >Smell of ozone
- >Bring Plasma Gun up over the edge of the trench and fire
- >Splash a shimmering form
- >Someone else calls out "STEALTHSUITS!"
- >Fire shots into the air
- >Lasguns flare off hundreds of bolts
- >Catch a few lucky hits and boil the foul xenos in their armor
- >Pulse munitions fly overhead
- >Ground shakes as railgun ordnance hits the trenches and surrounding bunkers
- >Barely hear anything over the sound of impacting artillery strikes
- >See flicker
- >Go to ground
- >Railgun round skims the ground in front of the trench
- >Smashes into the rear
- >Knocked out from shockwave
- >Wake up sometime later
- >Nothing happening
- >Blurry vision
- >Feel warm and wet
- >Laying in blood
- >Check for wounds
- >Lucky to be unscathed
- >Squad not so lucky
- >Crunching noises
- >Thruster sounds
- >Lay still
- >Tau battlesuits jump over the trenches while others march forward over them
- >Pray to the Emperor for salvation
- >Not noticed
- >Hear eloquent High Gothic, but not human voice
- >Wait for clear moment to move
- >Crawl to edge of trench
- >Surviving Guardsmen on their knees in front of two battlesuits and one of those Ethereals
- >Feel sick and full of rage as they remove their helmets
- >They surrender
- >Go with the Tau
- >Slide back into trench
- >Find Plasma Gun
- >Looks intact
- >Take a Laspistol and Chainsword off dead sergeant
- >Scavenge some grenades and a melta bomb
- >Try to sneak away
- >Find a spot to hide
- >Take cover among the dead and supplies
- >Restless night, but stay safe
- >Crawl from position at dark
- >Forward base in ruins
- >Tau moved on
- >Scavenge for equipment
- >Find a vox
- >It works
- >Contact anyone
- >Unit has fallen back to a tertiary landing zone
- >Forty klicks south east
- >There's a Salamander that still runs
- >Hope there's enough promethium in the tanks
- >Roll out of the ruined FOB
- >Cruising along
- >Make good pace
- >Vox occasionally flickers
- >Weird crossed transmissions
- >Start catching odd xenos bits here and there
- >Something something gue'la
- >Worthless xenos filth can't even say humans right
- >Pedal to the floor
- >Duty doesn't end cause someone thinks you're dead
- >Two klicks shy of the LZ
- >Engine sputters
- >Out of fuel
- >Curse the machine spirit for being a thirsty bitch
- >Hear sound of battle in the distance
- >Grab gear, start marching
- >Come up on the rear flanks of the Tau artillery lines
- >Broadsides lobbing ordnance into the landing pad
- >See the whispy Ethereal talking with other Tau
- >Offer one final prayer to the Emperor
- >Sneak as close as possible
- >Laspistol in one hand
- >Frag grenade in the other
- "Stop right there, xenos scum!"
- >Honor Guard battlesuits spin up their Burst Cannons
- >Phalanx to protect the Ethereal
- >"Gue'la, put that down. There is no need for this."
- >Keep aim, even though there's little point.
- >"You face such poor life with your Imperium. The send you to die for your Emperor. Why not join us and live for the Greater Good?"
- >Footsteps approach
- >Wounded Guardsmen with Tau bandages
- >Barely a day and already the Aquila had been removed from their helmet
- >Crudely painted Tau symbols were on their shoulder plates
- >"Your comrades have joined us already. They know what can be if we work for the Greater Good. See how readily we accept those willing to cooperate?"
- >Lower the laspistol
- >Burst Cannons spin down, but remain up.
- >Ethereal steps from between them and approaches.
- >"Good. Now drop it."
- >Pistol hits the ground
- >Guardsmen look relieved.
- >Ethereal reaches out to touch your shoulder
- >Grab Ethereal
- >Choke hold with grenade in hand
- >Pull pin, hold lever
- >Guardsmen no longer look relieved
- >Burst Cannons spin up again, but hesitate
- >"You are a fool, gue'la! You could have had such a better life in service to the Greater Good!"
- >Tighten grip
- >Crunching sounds
- >The artillery has stopped
- >Broadsides are standing behind you
- >Throw frag into the air
- >Duck back between the battlesuits with your hostage
- >Tumble down the hill
- >Come to rest on top of Ethereal
- >Frag explosion disoriented the battlesuits
- >But they're coming
- >Hope Plasma Gun still works
- >Pull trigger
- >Plasma flares up and erupts out the end
- >Blast off a Broadside's head
- >Burst Cannons spit a rain of shots around you but not at you
- >Grab your hostage
- >Drag the Ethereal with you as you retreat toward the LZ
- >Bombardments have slowed to a halt
- >Must be telling each other what's happening
- >Battlesuits fly overhead
- >Getting surrounded
- >Prime Meltabomb
- >Hold with Ethereal
- >Staring down dozens of Broadsides, Riptides, and Crisis battlesuits
- >Suddenly, huge lasbolts strafe the battlesuits
- >Vendetta gunships let loose shots
- >Valkyries follow with a volley of missiles
- >Battlesuits strain to turn and engage
- >Swing Meltabomb up and magnetize it to a Riptide's hips
- >Dive for cover
- >Meltabomb blows the Riptide in half
- >Splash plasma fire across the back of a Broadside
- >Cover the Ethereal as the Tau are broken and panicked
- >Miraculously unscathed
- >Tau fight to the end to try and reclaim the Ethereal
- >Valkyrie lands
- >Lieutenant and Commissar disembark
- >"Guardsman? We thought you dead in the trenches."
- "The Emperor seems to have other plans for me, Sir."
- >"It would seem so. I see you've not come back from the grave empty handed."
- >Hoist the Ethereal up, despite its struggling.
- >Stormtroopers escort the Ethereal to another Valkyrie.
- "There's something else you should see, Sir."
- >Gesture up the ridge.
- >The Commissar and Lieutenant move up to the Tau's former emplacement.
- >Some Fire Warriors had surrendered.
- >The dozen some odd wounded Guardsmen stood with them, held at gunpoint.
- >"More prisoners..."
- >The Commissar stepped around the Fire Warriors to examine the traitors.
- >"And more corpses."
- >The wounded Guardsmen fell to their knees, begging for mercy.
- >The Commissar raised his bolt pistol and fired with ruthless efficiency, pausing only to when his magazine ran dry.
- >Three remained.
- >"Lieutenant?"
- >"Yes, Commissar."
- >"Let the Mechanicus have these. I'm sure they need more servitors."
- >As if on queue, a Valkyrie with Mechanicus heraldry landed.
- >A small squad of Skitarii with an Engineseer stepped out.
- >The traitors begged for mercy, death, forgiveness.
- >"Fear not, traitors. Your deaths would be wasteful. Now can you serve the Greater Good. For the Emperor, of course."
- >The traitors were silenced by a number of shock mauls, then dragged away.
- >"Guardsman!"
- >You snap to attention.
- >"You are to be commended for your actions. Only you and the Emperor know how you achieved such a feat, but for now, you've assisted greatly in securing this sector. The Tau will likely yield for a prisoner exchange."
- "We're going to negotiate with these xenos?"
- >"Are you questioning your superior?"
- "Never, Sir. I misunderstood."
- >"Of course you did. Get to the Medicae. You've earned a rest with your medal."
- >The Lieutenant and Commissar offered you a salute, and a handshake.
- >Flanked by some veterans, you were ferried to the landing pad and brought to the Medicae facility.
- >You had suffered some internal bleeding and damage to your liver, no doubt from shockwave trauma.
- >You get put under by a Biologis Adept for some rather invasive Medicae procedures.
- >You awaken some time later with some rather painful new scars and stitches.
- >A Hospitalier soon comes to your bedside.
- >"Don't move. You'll tear your stitches."
- >Her hand reaches up to toggle the motion alarm from your monitor.
- >Her skin is a soft shade of bronze.
- >Her white hair sways in front of her radiant emerald eyes.
- >The heraldry of the Sororitas is visible on her shoulder plates and armor, along with her richly embroidered tabard.
- >Your muscles twitch reactively as she pulls off the sheet and touches your wound.
- >"For such a brave Guardsman you're rather jumpy."
- >Her fingers carefully peel the dressing away to examine the area.
- >"Butchers..."
- >She comments under her breath, bringing a stool over.
- >"Can you recite the Litany of Accuracy from memory?"
- >You pause.
- "Grant me the sight of the eagle, the calm of the bree-EEE-"
- >You hiss in pain as you feel the sting and burn of the needle.
- >"No stopping, hero."
- "...the patience of a saint-Nnn!"
- >More probing and prodding of the tender area.
- >"Keep going. You're almost there."
- "...and the skill to smite the foe from afar."
- >By the time you're done, the area is rather numb.
- >"Good boy. Now that you're numbed up, I'll see if I can't clean up what damage the Mechanicus did..."
- >You can only feel mild pressure as she works, and see only some parts.
- >It seems like she is restitching your wound while quietly humming hymnals.
- >After she finished, she applied some balm to the area.
- >"Don't go trying more heroics like that for at least a week."
- >You relax in the bed, only to feel a rush of warmth enter your arm.
- >She injects something into the IV line and sleep soon claims you.
- >"Sweet dreams, hero."
- >You awaken with a groan as something cold hits your arm and travels through your body.
- >"Ah, our hero returns to life once again."
- >The Lieutenant and Commissar flank your bed, with the Biologis fiddling with your IV bag.
- >"Your attending said you should not be disturbed but as you may know already, with the loss of most of the platoon, and then some..."
- >"...You're being reassigned and promoted, Corporal."
- "Thank you, Sir?"
- >"How experienced are you at manning a turret?"
- "I am quite capable of pointing a very large gun at something and pulling a trigger, Sir."
- >"Wonderful. It won't be a glorious clandestine combat operation, but at least you'll be useful while you recover."
- >You were briefed.
- >Removal from the standard rank and file and placed into one of the teams of veterans who normally operate independent from a majority of the platoon.
- >As a Chimera gunner.
- >"Make good of these next two days of rest. We've had the Biologis spike your drip to accelerate healing a bit."
- >Your superiors offer you another handshake and depart, leaving a small file folder on your side table.
- >The Biologis follows soon after.
- >Two days pass
- >You're not sure how it passes as quickly as it does
- >You're roused by another odd sensation travelling through your arm
- >This time, it's the Hospitalier
- >"I hope you've had a nice nap, hero."
- "Why do you call me a hero, Sister?"
- >"I call all Guardsmen heroes. You fight for those who can't, and you serve the Emperor dutifully."
- >She helps you upright and out of bed
- >Your wound doesn't hurt anymore
- >In fact, it's nearly fully healed up
- >"This is going to feel odd but I need to remove those stitches."
- >She isn't wrong
- >Snipping each little thread, tweezers then tug them clear of your flesh
- >I'm not going to realistically describe how it feels to get stitches out. It's fucking weird and that's all I can say.
- >She seems satisfied with your healing progress and helps you dress, moving with your body
- >Some light physical therapy to get you limber after being inert for so long
- >She hands you your armor
- >Not only is it also relatively new, it's carapace.
- >Not as striking as a Stormtrooper, but being in medium armor feels a lot more secure.
- >"If you get injured, feel free to come back, hero. I'll be waiting."
- >Like a dutiful soldier not interested in heretical thoughts of slamming your nurse into the gurney, you give her a proper Aquila salute.
- >It's only now you realize she's as tall as you are.
- >You leave the Medicae facility and report to the command bunker.
- >The Commissar and Lieutenant are waiting.
- >"Ah, good. Sergeant Voldune, this is your new turret gunner. Corporal, your new Sergeant."
- >A stocky man with half a head on you looks at you with teal irises that seem to glow.
- >Two scars on his face, with a bionic left arm.
- >He reaches out with his right and gives you a firm shake.
- >"I hear you're also confident with plasma. That's good. We'll have use for you on foot, too."
- >You quietly make a note to try and find a Tech Priest to check whatever potential death traps they might be trying to shove into your hands.
- >At least the Chimera turret is remote
- >You tuck in the seat and familiarize yourself with the controls as an Enginseer instructs you in proper care of the turret's machine spirit
- >You also drop subtle hints that the spirit of your plasma gun has been fickle, and requires soothing from a proper disciple
- >Censored for tech heresy
- >You're now part of an Emperor's Blade Assault Company.
- >It's covering the patrol routes for the large landing zone.
- >Vox chatter has been sparse and there has been talk of diplomacy.
- >Lots of jokes and jeers are flying around the transport cabin as your fellow veterans take to hazing you.
- >They try and pin the nickname of 'Sleepy' on you due to your several days of near-coma snoozing.
- >Fuckers.
- >At least your first patrol is rather uneventful.
- >Auspex readings detect odd signatures here and there, but nothing when you investigate.
- >The thought of stealthsuits comes to mind.
- >Curiosity gets the better of you and you shift to the gunner's hatch.
- >The Chimera slows to combat speed as you look around.
- >Open ground.
- >No shimmers.
- >Eerily quiet.
- >SUDDENLY!
- >"Shut the hatch, Sleepy! You're letting the cool air out!"
- >Dicks.
- >Not even a hint of a Tau trying to sneak around.
- >Probably for the best.
- >You slink back inside and shut the hatch.
- >Back in the turret gunner's seat, you return to scanning the area with the auspex and swing the turret around.
- >Patrol duty is boring, but at least you're not stressing your wound that doesn't seem to exist anymore.
- >Nightfall
- >No more trench duty for you
- >Promoted to a watch tower
- >Spotter for a sniper
- >Quiet night
- >Sounds of night time operations down below
- >Nothing else to report
- >Eyes get heavy
- >Pour out some lukewarm recaf
- >Whistling sound
- >Drop cup, grab binocs
- >Scan area
- >Hear from camp "INCOMING!"
- >THUD
- >No explosion?
- >A large kick up of dirt and some debris
- >Turn to look
- >Some weird teardrop thing
- >Tau markings
- >Techpriests approach with their Skitarii at the ready
- >Thing opens
- >Xenotech holo-vox of some sort
- >One of those Ethereals standing and speaking High Gothic
- >Commissar approaches with Lieutenant
- >Can't quite make out details
- >Some kind of negotiation
- >Searchlights flare up
- >Tau flyer overhead
- >Hydras draw beads
- >Vox: "Hold fire."
- >Tau ship lands near the pod
- >Crisis suits step out around an Ethereal
- >Other Tau walker suits recover the pod
- >Everyone pointing guns at everyone
- >Mexicanicus standoff
- >More quiet speaking
- >Eventually the captive Tau were escorted out
- >The Tau were allowed to the craft to leave
- >Slide down ladder
- >Move toward the commanders
- "Sir, may I ask what that was about?"
- >"That was called securing our interests."
- >"Though the foul xenos deserve no such mercy, their expansions have been strained too far."
- >"A naive attempt to besiege worlds of the Imperium without expecting brutal retribution."
- "But we just... Let them go?"
- >"Your duty is not to think or question, Corporal. Only to act."
- "Of course, Sir! Forgive me."
- >"Your insubordination will be overlooked, for now. Any other questions?"
- "No, Sir."
- >"Carry on. At your post."
- >Return to watch tower
- >Night passes quietly.
- >Next morning is a buzz of activity.
- >Reports from vox channels about the Tau force vacating the system
- >A small fleet when counts came back
- >Other regiments were called down for a new garrison PDF.
- >Seems to be a reshuffling.
- >The regiment is returning to the fleets for another deployment.
- >Warp travel always gets your belly roiling.
- >Thankfully it passed rather quickly.
- >More reshuffling of regiments and soldiers.
- >Planetfall was just ahead of an oncoming WAAAGH!
- >Greenskins were chewing up worlds under the leadership of not one, but two rival warbosses.
- >Warboss Granddakka and Warboss Bigdakka.
- >Apparently they were fighting over who could bring the most dakka.
- >Two stompas had been sighted with looted vehicles smashed on at every angle.
- >Baneblade roller skates
- >Vindicator fists
- >Basilisk pauldrons
- >There were countless lighter arms all over the monstrosities.
- >There was certainly a lot of dakka.
- >And you were being told now about how, along side Tempestors, your assault company was going to ambush one of these hulking behemoths of war.
- >The plan was laid out as a means of baiting the Orks into a series of traps.
- >A few sabatoged pieces of equipment laid about in paths of open terrain laid out like firebases.
- >Let them capture the booby trapped guns and hopefully blow each other up a bit as artillery rains down.
- >Your task was to serve as a distraction force.
- >Tempestors would drop in and infiltrate the Stompa of Bigdakka and set up a beacon.
- >They would plant charges to halt the walker's locomotive abilities long enough for Deathstrikes to rain down on the Orks and their Stompa.
- >Chimeras were not the transport, however.
- >Rather than using your Chimeras, you'd be situated in Taurox Primes to keep up with your Hellhounds while the Scions dropped from Valkyries.
- >The Taurox had a reputation for being a quick, lightly armored vehicle.
- >'Lightly' translating to 'a rolling Scout Sentinel'
- >You felt a small pit in your stomach.
- >The Tempestors were weird
- >Silent most of the time
- >Like Skitarii, but human
- >Kriegers gave you less of the heebie jeebies
- >A quick coat of midnight blue over your armor and vehicles and you were ready for deployment
- >Some of your squad mates took some dataslate pictures
- >They faked being Inquisition Troopers
- >Public floggings curbed this behavior
- >Holding your Plasma Gun close, you settled into the METAL BAWKS transport
- >Again, you offered a prayer to the Emperor
- >Two other veterans carried Meltaguns
- >Your sergeant and the rest had assault shotguns
- >Thankfully the Taurox Prime had a reasonable amount of firepower
- >Missiles and autocannons were a nice addition to your armaments
- >The Valkyries would have the first volley to punch holes into the Stompa with Hellstrike Missiles
- >If that wasn't enough, your team was to get up and blast an entryway for the Scions to deploy
- >"Ninety seconds to engagement zone."
- >The voice was cold as ice and lacked any kind of emotion
- >You slowly turned up the coils of your plasma gun
- >"Sixty seconds."
- >The troopers fell silent
- >You heard the Valkyries' engines as they came in low for their strike vector
- >"Thirty."
- >The Missile Launchers moved atop the transport.
- >"Twenty."
- >The Autocannons outside the doors clicked and whirred as they fed and loaded their chambers
- >"Ten seconds."
- >THUD
- >The Stompa was moving.
- >"Five."
- >KA-CHUNK
- >What was-
- >KABOOM!
- >The Taurox Prime spun, careened, then steadied back to its heading as the driver regained control
- >Missiles streaked overhead and explosions rang out
- >"WAAAAAAAAGH!"
- >The roar of Autocannon fire thunders around you
- >Explosions flank your transport
- >Launchers on the back fire off volleys of Krak Missiles into the nearing Stompa
- >Your transport suddenly flips, throwing everyone inside like ragdolls with bad physics
- >One of the hatches flies open and spills four veterans out as the transport bounces and rolls
- >When the ordeal is over you're left with a hot plasma coil searing at your balls
- >You pray you're not going to suffer any long term damage or radiation
- >Everyone struggles to get out of the wrecked transport
- >You're pulled free by one of the Scions who was driving
- >Any thanks you offer is returned by silence
- >Down to 6+2 Scions, your squad leaves the wreck and tries to make some cover
- >A Melta, Plasma, and four shotguns with the two Scions carrying hot shot laspistols and Chainswords
- >Totally adequate for fighting that oncoming horde if Ork Boys
- >Oh fuck that's a horde of Ork Boys
- >The squad moves to retreat, only for a Scion to lift his Chainsword and block the way
- >Instesd he levels his laspistol and fires, charging headlong into the oncoming horde
- >It would be pointless to try running
- >You'll only die tired
- >Guardsmen die standing
- >You spool up the coils and fire volleys of blue bolts of death into the charging masses
- >Limbs boil away as the pair of Meltaguns join in a lethal fusillade
- >Shotguns and laspistols plink away, earning participation awards
- >A Scion catches the downward swing of an Ork Nob with his Chainsword and deflects the blow, coming up with the blade whirring
- >Driving the blade into its throat and ripping the green flesh to shreds, he fires point blank shots through the greenskin's face
- >The other sweeps wide and lops off another Ork Boy's choppa arm while blasting away lasbolts
- >Rockets rain down danger close as two of the Valkyries break formation to splash the area around you with a salvo of fire support
- >It's enough to open a gap to charge and try to break through
- >Your squad is barely able to keep ahead of the closing Orks
- >Orks are melee army
- >I3 Guardsmen beat I2 Orks
- >There's holes and smoldering craters in the metal ass of the Stompa
- >Orks shoot out from the holes
- >Your plasma flares up and splashes across the metal, kicking up sparks and molten metal
- >Melta shows the encroaching Orks about the dangers of vaping
- >A hail of lasbolts blast the openings before Valkyries scream off in a jack knife banking maneuver
- >Scions leap out the back with the momentum and soar
- >Grav chutes slow their landing enough to storm in
- >You can't see much but as you fire you hear the rush of engines again
- >One of the shotgun vets blasts at an Ork as another makes contact at long last
- >Shotgun tossed aside like a toy as the power klaw turned him into a bloody smear
- >Another vet gets grabbed by a Nob
- >Pulls a krak grenade
- >"FOR THE EMPERORRRRR!"
- >Punches grenade into Ork mouth
- >Ork bites his hand off before the grenade blows his head apart
- >Valkyrie swoops down and launches another volley
- >Drop lines hang down
- >Scion drivers from your Taurox hook on
- >Quickly snap lines to your squad as you continue firing
- >Suddenly jerked up like a toy in a malfunctioning crane game
- >Fast roped up via winch and the ship rapidly ascending
- >Meltavets, one hand man, Scions and you.
- >The vox flares to life
- >"Beacon signal strong. Acquiring target."
- >Explosions from the Stompa
- >It halts all motion
- >As if from instinct the Valkyrie swoops to the large adhoc entrance
- >No sooner were you secure on the ship did the Scions push you and the two Meltsvets back out the hatch
- >Fast rope as 5
- >Hot LZ
- >Covering fire as vox transmission comes through
- >"Target locked. Firing."
- >You glance back over your shoulder
- >Three pinpricks of light in the distance
- >A literal volley of Deathstrike Missiles
- >Tempestus Scions pop into view
- >Twenty of them dropped in
- >There's seven left
- >Two are limping as they retreat
- >Warboss stomps into the fray
- >Hail of enormous bullets strafe your position
- >Cuts down three Scions and both the Meltavets
- >Look up
- >Basilisk cannons rigged for chest firing
- >Overcharge coil
- >Blast up a volley of plasma
- >Warning beeps
- >Chains and melta boils from the plasma
- >Coil reaches critical mass
- >Throw the gun
- >Detonates and sizzles away a hole in the floor
- >Metal whining and creaking
- >Warboss stops
- >Looks up
- >SNAP
- >Basilisk cannons fall
- >Bounce around the walkways
- >Crash in front and around him
- >[Frustration in Orky]
- >Evacuate to the Valkyrie
- >Turbo boosting out of the hot zone
- >Valkyrie makes it out of range as the Deathstrikes come down
- >Blinding flash
- >Deaf for life
- >Crackles of lightning
- >Those were Vortex Deathstrikes
- >And now there's small black holes sucking up Orks into the Warp
- >What the fuck
- >Vortexes moving around
- >Fuckthisvalkinparticular.jpg
- >Why is it chasing you
- >Pilot boosts speed
- >Still chasing
- >Panicked Guardsmen shoot sponson guns at it
- >Rape train has no brakes
- >OMNOMNOM REALITY
- >Pilot banks
- >Vortex keeps crusing on
- >Rampaging localized Warp rifts eat up Orks and planetary substances alike
- >Eventually wink out of existence
- >Sighs of relief
- >PROXIMITY WARNING
- >BOOM
- >Right wing hit by rokkits
- >Flipping through the air again
- >Tail hatch opens
- >Scions Grav Chute and jump
- >Take a chute off the rack
- >Jump
- >Hope for the best
- >Can't pilot worth shit, drift into what was once no man's land and now Ork territory
- >Land in jungle
- >Alone
- >Can't pickup vox
- >tfw you scatter 12"
- >Laspistol
- >Bayonet
- >Commencing virtuous mission
- >You can't even imagine how far you might be
- >You rely on your instincts and favor heading east
- >You stick to cover as best as you can
- >You're no Catachan but it's not a tall order to keep yourself in a bush or something
- >Something manages to startle you
- >A tight snag on your leg
- >You've seen enough holovids to drop prone
- >A log swings down
- >Orks set traps
- >The fuck kind of Ork sets a trap
- >Rustling noises
- >Shapes moving
- >"I fink one a them 'umies landed o'er 'ere."
- >Can't see the Orks
- >What the fuck kind of Ork is stealthy
- >This shit isn't real
- >You roll to the side and under cover
- >A huge foot crunches a branch not far from you
- >An Ork with goggles and purple face paint
- >Ropes and stikkbombs
- >Some barbaric hodge podge of flak or carapace armor
- >Holy Terra, THAT is a knoif
- >The Ork snarls and sniffs the air
- >"'umies been though 'ere."
- >"Course 'e wuz. Traps off ya grot."
- >"Quiet ya gitz! Find 'im n kill 'im!"
- >You recall hearing about Ork Kommandos at one point
- >But that was grox shit wasn't it?
- >Nope
- >They're real
- >And now they're hunting you
- >You wait for the footsteps to pass
- >You make your move and keep low
- >Crawling on your belly you carefully avoid more tripwires thanks to seeing them before you reach them
- >Idea
- >You grab a rock
- >Throw it at a nearby tree
- >"WOT WUZ DAT!"
- >Ork Kommando is near
- >Hear him approach
- >See him
- >Take a pot shot at him and dive
- >"Youz a dead 'un, 'umie!"
- >Trudges toward you with his shoota
- >Big ass shells tear up the foliage
- >Ork stops
- >Wooshing noise
- >"...Cleva git."
- >WHAM
- >Ork tripped the wire
- >Log smashes into his chest and sends him flying into a tree
- >Approach slowly
- >Still alive
- >Spits a mouf fulla teef out
- >Laughs
- >Reaches up with his big hand
- >"Got sumfink for ya... Cleva 'umie..."
- >Reach out
- >Hand opens
- >Bunch of odd rings of metal
- >OH FUCK THOSE ARE STIKKBOMB PINS
- >DIVE FUCK GO TO GROUND
- >Ork laughs as a bunch of stikkbombs blow up the tree and leave a small crater where he was
- >What's today's forecast, Ollie?
- >SHRAPNEL AND BODY PARTS!
- >A falling limb from the tree lands on you and pins you down
- >You hear the footsteps of the other Kommandos nearing the blast site
- >Panic finally sets in and you struggle that much harder to free yourself
- >You hear the footsteps stop right behind you
- >"Oi, 'umie. Iz gotta joke for ya."
- "...What is it."
- >"KNOCK KNOCK!"
- >THUD
- >The Ork bashes you in the face with the back of his shoota
- >Fade to black
- >"Dat ain' how one-a dem 'umie jokes go."
- >"Wot, now yer an expert on 'umie kulture?"
- >The Kommandos carry the unconscious guardsman through the jungle
- >"I 'eard one say it diffrint s'all. Said 'Knock Knock'. Den ya s'pose ta make em say 'Who dere?"
- >"Gork an' Mork, ye talk a lot... Shut up."
- >"Jus warren' dat funny."
- >"Well 'e killed Scalpkutta so dat makes me da NEW Boss Nob Kommando. And I say dat was funny!"
- >"Yer about as funny as one a dem poncy Eldar wot wear dem paint and dresses."
- >"STUFF IT YA GROT!"
- >WHAM
- >[Ork Kommando Snarling Noises]
- >The figurative dickwaving continued for a while until they reached the odd encampment
- >These Orks weren't part of Granddakka or Bigdakka's warband
- >The flag was flying high of Gork and Mork
- >And a black flag with an Orky Jolly Roger
- >This was a kind of smuggling camp for a bunch of Freebootas
- >With a new prisoner to toss into the mines
- >Or Squig pens
- >Or any other unsavory jobs
- >These Kommandos dragged the guardsman to what looked like a bigger shanty structure
- >"Wot da zog ya bringin' me a 'umie fer?"
- >This Ork was nearly 8 feet tall
- >He was clad in a tattered black coat with a commandeered Commissar hat
- >There was a number of shiny officer sabers fastened together on his wrist with a big bundle of wires running to a backpack
- >Trophy lightning claw
- >A giant blunderbuss was laid across the table
- >It was more like a shotgun made of shootas
- >"Dis one's smarter den most them uva 'umies. Got Scalpkutta out in the jungle."
- >"So why ya bring 'im 'ere? Toss 'im wit the others ya grots. Gork an' Mork, ya both a couple a snotbrains you is."
- >"'e might be one-a dem ones wot blew up Granddakka's Stompa."
- >The Boss paused
- >"Oh. You sure? Looks small ta me."
- >"S'wot we thought but he showed up afta the 'ole thing went kaboom."
- >"Maybe 'es useful then. Wake 'im up."
- >WHACK
- >"WOT YA HITTIN' IM FER!"
- >"YA SAID WAKE 'IM UP! THAT WAKES ME UP ERRY TIME!"
- >The Boss covered his face with his palm
- >You wake up dripping with some foul grog
- >"OI! WAKE UP YA GIT!"
- >Some big ass Ork lifting you by your flak armor
- >Doesn't look happy
- >Probably cause he splashed you with his drink to wake you
- >"You wuz one-a dem wot blew up Granddakka's Stompa?"
- >He gives you a shake
- "Maybe I was the only one. Just me."
- >The Warboss laughs
- >"Thas'a good one but you ain't lookin' like much, mefinks. But ye did get Scalpkutta. Not easy gettin' that slippery one that 'e wuz."
- >He drops you to the ground
- >"'eres wot yer gonna do."
- >He takes a sword in his huge hand like a dagger and drives it into the table
- >"We jus some 'umble Freebootaz n' we ain' want nuffink wit yer Guard comin' roun and muckin' up our loot. But ye blew up dat Stompa. And we's gonna loot it."
- "Loot what?"
- >"THE STOMPA YA GROT."
- "It's not there."
- >"Wot ya mean it's 'not there'? 'ow in Gork can it not 'ave any loot!"
- "They launched Vortex Missiles. Whatever didn't get blown up got sucked into the Warp."
- >"U WOT M8"
- >The Warboss smashed his hand into the table
- >"SO THERE AIN' NOTHIN' LEFT! RAAAAGH!"
- >He whips the empty mug at a wall, shattering it into fragments
- >The Kommandos have vanished, seemingly anticipating some outburst from the Warboss
- >"WELL WHAT ELSE IS DER TA LOOT!"
- "...Some tanks and stuff we abandoned when it got too cumbersome
- >He calms down for a moment
- >"Keep goin' 'umie."
- "They're miles away from any other conflict."
- >"Uh huh."
- "And they're all intact artillery batteries."
- >You neglect to mention the whole sabotaged artillery thing.
- >"BAH. We don' need to arty bombs. We want good loot! Stuff wot we can get teef an flashy bits fer."
- "...You're telling me you can't trade tanks to other Orks?"
- >"You gits don' build tanks big enuf fer Orks. Too 'eavy to get 'em to tha ship."
- "You have a ship?"
- >"COURSE I GOTTA SHIP! WOT KINDA CAPN DON'T GOT NO SHIP!"
- >The Cap'n points at a crudely drawn picture of a giant pirate ship on antiquity
- >Only Orky
- >And in space
- >"Now yer a Prisoner of WAAAGH!"
- "War."
- >"S'wot I said. WAAAGH!"
- "Prisoner of War."
- >"WAAAGH!"
- "WAR!"
- >"WAAAAAAAAGH!"
- "WAAAAAAAAAAR!"
- >The two of you shout like idiots.
- >Outside, some boys overhear the Kommandos talking about the guardsman they captured
- >"Wot's 'e good fer?"
- >"Absolutely nuffink."
- >"So if ya don't wanna die, ye gonna pull yer weight. Else we krump ya or toss ya in the mines."
- >For now you're tossed to the loading crews
- >Something called a Tellyporta and you're beaming supplies up to the Orky Pirate Ship™
- >Lots of captured munitions
- >Lots of foodstuffs
- >Mostly grog
- >Okay, is ALL grog
- >You quietly wonder if the Guard is trying to find you
- >MEANWHILE BACK AT BASE
- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWgsdexkv18
- >;_;7 Those brave souls are with the Emprah now
- >Loading shit on a warp pad is boring and backbreaking
- >Orks know nothing about proper inventory management
- >Everything gets loaded in big crates or barrels without any rhyme or reason
- >Get beamed up to the Orky Pirate Ship™
- >Oh for fucks sake
- >It's like one of those Hoarders holovids
- >Only /k/ flavored
- >Shout at Big Mek
- >"WOT YOU WANT 'UMIE?"
- "Ever try organizing?"
- >"Organ-wot? Do I look like a Dok?"
- "Organizing. Getting in order."
- >"Das a waste o' my time. Wot ya need order fer when yer got dakka to haul?"
- "What if you could... Haul your dakka... Twice as fast?"
- >"Twice as fast? Wot, like, paint me tellyporta red?"
- >You rub your brow in frustration
- "You organize. Get all the same guns and bullets in the same boxes."
- >"How'zat s'posed ta help?"
- "You get everything in order so you can give your... Boys... What they need all at once and don't waste time."
- >"Da Boys nevah waste time! They know the Cap'n 'll krump em if they do!"
- "Look. See this crate?"
- >You point to a fresh box you just hauled up."
- "There's a meltagun and a plasma gun in there. How fast can you find it?"
- >The Mek scoffs at you and flexes his power klaw
- >He peels the box open like a sardine can
- >Pokes around as more and more guns and ammo spill out
- >Finds the two weapons eventually
- >"Ha! Quick as nuffink."
- >You point over at another box
- >Using your well trained skills as a Guardsmen and having the drilled techniques of keeping your kit in order, you pull the box apart
- >You organize in record time three shotguns, a number of shootas, some burnas, and various other Ork and looted weapons
- "Order me to get a gun. I'll beat you."
- >"Ain' no way you can beat an Ork at being quick to 'is dakka! Get a big shoota!"
- >You grab one of the hefty rifles out of the box with no effort and a few odd box magazines
- >They're not really magazines, just more like paintball hoppers or something
- >And some of the bullets are backwards
- >Must be something from H&K
- >"Wot. How'd you-"
- "Pick another."
- >"BURNA!
- "Done."
- >The Mek scratches his head and stares
- >"Das roit quick dat is."
- "And if you load them properly, you can carry them better and load them quicker."
- >"Yous a smart 'umie. But we gonna paint dem boxes and me tellyporta red, too."
- "Cause red ones go faster?"
- >"Now ya learnin' ta think like an Ork!"
- >The Mek calls out some orders to grots and boys
- >Questioning looks as he points to you and says you're in charge of inventory
- >Start organizing loading bay
- >Grots start painting everything red
- >Get warped back to the base with the Mek
- >Mek talks to the Cap'n about your exceptional skills at inventory management puzzles and stock taking skills
- >You are now organizing logistics for an Orky Pirate Ship™
- >You hope this doesn't count as heresy or treason
- >Your efforts increase efficiency tenfold as the Orky Pirate Ship™ loads up for it's first run since planetfall
- >You're taken to the bridge to watch along side the Cap'n as you drop into the Warp for a jump
- >Being on an Ork vessel in the Warp is ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING
- >Mostly because shit is breaking off
- >And there's not really a gellar field
- >Daemons pop up EVERYWHERE
- >The Orks like a good scrap, though, and in between your own close scrapes with Bloodlettters and Daemonettes you make it through
- >Orks are impressed at your ability to hit fight Daemons in close combat
- >You're even given a big ol' Orky knoif (read: Claymore)
- >The drop out of the Warp puts you on an intercept course with-
- >Hey wait are those the same Tau ships you saw-
- >CLANG
- >"WOT DA ZOG WAS THAT?"
- >As the Orks try to locate whatever it was they struck so they can loot it
- >You look at the Tau ships on the screen
- >Though, it's not really a screen, more like a fuzzy blur with pictures
- >Back in 987M02 they were called 'CRT" units
- >It hurts your eyes looking at it
- >But you can recognize blurry colors of the Tau ships that you had engaged previously
- >Suddenly, and idea
- "Captain, I know those Tau."
- >"Wot, you got all kissy face wot with them fish face blue gits?"
- "Not exactly. But I did meet them. And fight them."
- >"Wot yer wantin' then? Make it snappy, we gonna launch da missile pods n' board the ship ta loot it!"
- "Do you have a... Do your Kommandos have 'sneaky' ships?"
- >"Dem purple wunz in da hanga is roit sneaky."
- "How is purple sneaky?"
- >"Ya even seen a purple Ork?"
- "No."
- >"Der ya go."
- >You suffer a minor stroke.
- "What if you could get even more loot from the Tau?"
- >"I'm lis'nin."
- "Try and pretend to be friendly."
- >"FRIENDS WIT DEM BLUIES?"
- "...While some Kommandos sneak on and take over the ship?"
- >"And wot about me Boys? Dey needs dem a good scrap."
- "You can scrap with the Tau after you steal all their junk. Then you can make em fight like... Orks."
- >"But theyz ain't Orky. Dey just gonna get krumped!"
- "They're gonna get krumped anyway, aren't they? You gonna get a lot more loot if you use some strategy."
- >You quietly muse on why you're offering tactical advice to your captors
- >Maybe theres some appeal to being a space pirate
- >Or maybe you're just secretly plotting a grand betrayal and escape
- >Your advice has lead the Captain to launch some small vessels with Kommandos loaded up
- >Another shuttle, big and Orky, launches alone toward the Tau ship
- >Something about transmissions
- >Tau are actually accepting this ploy
- >You question how advanced they really are
- >"Da boyz is landin' on the blueie's ship, boss."
- >This is actually fucking working
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