Blood and viscera flew wherever the Big Mek and his Boyz  rampaged. The small fort was poorly guarded by a token force of some couple dozen guardsmen, all of which seemed poorly equipped (or even ready considering many were barely armoured and were scrambling to arm themselves when the Orks hit.) The fort itself was a ugly, squat little thing composed of what looked to the Ork invaders to literally just be grey stone dotted across with the "Ooman egul-fing." It had colossal antenna jutting from the roof of the building, marking it as some form of communications tower...not that the Orks really gave a damn about that.<br/><br/>All around Vadug, Guardsmen fell. They were savagely ripped asunder by the mechanical snakes that protruded from his back, or even slain by the Mek's own hands - if they were so lucky. The tendril-like mechanical limbs at his back gouged bloody holes, sliced whole limbs off, or even turned men into immolated heaps of melting flesh and ooze. "You oomanz iz not 'ard enuff!!!" The Mek roared as he quite literally tore the arms off a man and beat him to death with them. "You'z iz all panzeez!!!" He roared once more, a savage and toothy grin plastered across his face all the while.<br/><br/>Making his way inside the building, Vadug heard some human shouting down the vox communications to his men, however, walking casually up to the device, Vadug merely said to him. "We'z comin' fer you next, Ooman." Before brutally smashing the thing into pieces.<br/><br/>Moskrar was having a much similar approach to this battle as his Mek charge was, which entailed eviscerating, or disembowelling humans in the most satisfying way he could find. He would turn humans into bloody rags with his shoota, or eviscerate them with his powa klaw. It was a huge win-win situation...for the Orks at least.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Sir! Ork planetary vessels have broken through our defences!" Muttered the communications officer through gritted teeth. With much of the threat of his summary execution gone, his once present terror was now a seething white hot rage at the Greenskins which dared to assault Imperial Forces.<br/>"Hand me the vox." Avitus calmly answered him, holding out a leathery palm to accept the device, when he had recived it, he said cooly down into it. "All guard stations of the Imperium! Ork forces are ON the planet now! Make ready now, while you still can! Those that fail in their duties to pull back into the main fortresses will be LEFT to the Orks!"<br/><br/>Damning silence followed, not because his officers were dead but rather because they all knew that the Commissar-General would surely follow through on his words to leave them out of the fortresses if they failed. However, from one channel, a small communications outpost not but a few kilometres away, came the answer of a brutish and idiotic sounding voice. ""We'z comin' fer you next, Ooman."<br/><br/>Avitus face immediately took the shade of a ripe tomato, with rage highly obvious on his face. He sighed a sigh of anger and handed the vox operator back the communications device. "I want ALL men back in the fortresses, NOW!" He shouted, walking a short distance away, and sighing once more.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Septima knew her job well enough now. Her training had covered what the general view of a leader Ork was - normally the largest and strongest ork in the pack of them all. Plus the brutish creatures were normally far too bloodthirsty to even think of the possibility of traps or the likes. Checking her Exitus rifle as she walked, she passed several guardsmen (each of which looked both a mix of bewildered and yet confused.) She was to leave the building, and find a suitable vantage point from which to operate...