Vadug had been silently staring out of a nearby window at the carnage below. It was clear enough that the Orkz were certainly being successful in their attempts to descend down to the planet's surface...though if they had the sheer numbers to press that advantage into the 'ooman cities, would only be seen later. Removing his gaze from the window showing planet, Vadug answered the warboss in a sullen tone. "Bloody shame, but at least it stopz dem ooman gunz for firin' at yer boyz anymore." Vadug replied, his voice losing some of it's previous enthusiasm at being told of the likely destruction of the planetary defence canon shells. "Datz probably a good fing." Behind him, Vadug's mechanical arms twitched at intervals at random jolts of electricity emanated from the faulty generator he had on him.<br/><br/>"See ya on da planet Kaptin." Vadug muttered as the lumbering warboss buggered off to his landing craft. Vadug new better than to keep the warboss' attention for longer than a few moments, for not only was he clueless about most 'orky gubbinz' but also seemed to pay little heed. "Dat solvez dat den." The big mek finished before moving his mechanical hide off back to his shoutin' spot - which handily also worked as a prime lookin' spot for observing his minions.<br/><br/>Clearing his monstrous throat, and with the Mega-armoured bulk of Moskrar stood an arm's reach away, Vadug bellowed his his boyz. "Get dem blooy rokz moving ya lazy grotz! Any of you gitz be slackin' off and I'll come down dere and kick yer teef in! Work!" The entire short speech was barbaric and tyrannical sounding, but alas that is what made an Ork.<br/><br/>Before Vadug, his entire workforce seemed to quicken somewhat, Grotz picked up the pace, Orkz lifted heavy objects with just a slight more speed, even Snotlings managed to move and stop being useless! "Ahhh, dat'z da ladz I know." Vadug muttered, feeling almost moved by the fact that his workforce was so...obedient.<br/><br/>"Moskrar, git me Rok and da Cyborkz ready... We'z got a planet to land on." Merciless glee was plain in the Orkz eyes, there would be blood spilt today...<br/><br/>"On it." Came the reply, as the Mega-armoured ex-kommando stomped off to fetch the mechanically augmented and grotesque ranks of Cyborks first. He arrived there in mere moments, their 'area' being so close to the mek bays. "Get yer zoggin' arses moving! Da boss wantz you on 'iz Rok! Now!" There was no resistance, the Cyborkz knew better than to fight someone who could literally detonate their heads at any time - for such was the precautionary measuring of Vadug. Next was the Rok, a colossal piece of space debris fitted with dozens of crude guns and rokkit launchaz. It seemed finished already, for the crew there was lounging around like Gretchin.<br/>"Rok iz done boss." The lead crew member said, giving Moskrar no chance to actually ask a question...this was met with a swift headbutt from the Kommando, that dropped the sly crew member where he stood.<br/>"Dun gud." Moskrar said before stomping off back to Vadug.<br/><br/>All current mek-bay activities had now been assigned to Skral, a trusted lieutenant of Vadug's.<br/><br/>He returned a few moments later, the monstrous shapes of both the Big Mek and his creations also alongside him. They all piled into the Rok with little thought. "Time fer fightin' ladz!" Vadug bellowed.<br/><br/>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Bombers! Bombers! Where's the bloody anti-air?!" Came the call of alarm of confusion of a Guardsman, he had just observed Orky Bombaz ropping payloads of explosives upon several of the larger gun emplacements and utterly annihilating them all. His confusion and panic was cut swift however by the bark of a single bolt pistol shot, it had come from the Commissar-General himself. Holding the smoking gun at head-height still, the Commissar rattled off his summary of the man. "Terminal incompetence and utterly lack of perceptive instinct. Emperor guide you." Placing the pistol back into it's holster, Avitus watched as the longer ranged anti-aircraft weapons spooled into life and began targeting Orky bombers.<br/><br/>The weapons were ruthlessly effective, and guided by some of the more competent gunners that the Imperial Artillery divisions had based in the fort. Each man was a veteran of some degree, but all were soldiers. Their aim was effective, any Bomba that strayed within range was obliterated without chance...but the numbers were low and craft far between...the actual assault would prove much worse.<br/><br/>"Communications officer!? How long until the Vindicares are here?" The Commissar barked at the barely-recovered Comm officer.<br/>The man jumped in a sort of shock at being talked to again, but replied in a stuttering tone. "T-they are here within the hour sir! They are being moved back from less vital fortifications, sir!"<br/>"Good enough. Carry on."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Septimia Petronax, Vindicare Assassin of the Officio Assassinorum, stalked purely by her lonesome through the Imperial Fortress. She had arrived here not too long ago, and the first instruction given was to see the current commanding officer, some Commissar General. Even being only one of her, she made a terrifying sight as she sought out the Commissar, clothed all in black and wielding weapons capable of killing even the largest of Orkz with but a single shot and with the deadliest of precision.<br/><br/>Septimia reached the Commissar General in a few minutes, having nigh on gotten lost in the sheer maze-like structure that the fortress' corridors were. The first action that occurred, was her bowing before the man and stating blankly. "The Officio Assassinorum's operatives are here. Provide orders, commanding officer." Her voice was monotone and quite blank, lacking anything in terms of emotions or accent.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Avitus glanced to his right upon seeing a figure walking towards him, and gave an inward sigh. "A hour you say? Damn you if it went quickly!" The commissar snapped. He knew full well that the comm officer was not to blame, but rather the awful administration of the Guard...but to mutter such was heresy and insubordination - not that a sufficient officer was there to shoot<span style="font-style: italic">him...</span><br/><br/>Saluting the assassin, Avitus spoke in a clear tone. "I thank the Assassinorum for their aid. Now. You are to seek out this creature," Avitus showed the Assassin an imagine of her quarry - The assumed Kaptin of the Ork hordes. "And his commanding officers. You understand what to do unto them, yes?"<br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Yes."