<strong>Victor Orestes, Drop Zone 3</strong><br/><br/>Victor was pleased as the bodies began to pile before their firing line, obvious proof of the skill of these troopers. This was why they had been sent and why they were always the first to touch down. When the landing craft passed over them to drop of the engineers he knew that that was another reason that they had been deployed first, holding the orks back long enough for the firing lines to be set up. Soon the other soldiers would be present and then things would turn into a battle of attrition but such was the way with orks and the Guard. It was the only way to properly fight with such vast numbers.<br/><br/>When the orks began to fire back, the squad at first didn’t move, not truly concerned with the horrible accuracy of orks. The amount of ammo put into the area though dropped a fellow trooper and sent the rest of the squad ducking behind what little cover could be found, waiting it out until returning fire, wanting to keep the orks busy and behind cover. It wasn’t long before the call came in to fall back to the firing lines and Victor glanced at the arriving landing craft, seeing the troops pouring out. Nodding, he glanced past the now damaged crate that he had been using for cover and noticed hat the orks were running as well. Rising up, he fired off a quick series of shots to keep them running before he hoofed it back to the firing line, slowing down to support a fellow who had been injured in the firefight.<br/><br/>Once the squad was behind the battle lines, the storm troopers dispersed alone the firing lines to help lend support where it would be needed. Thanks to their vox channels they would not need to maintain tight grouping but could pass orders easily and form up in a matter of moments if need be. Finding a spot between two squads that offered a good field of fire, Victor hunkered down behind the barricade, his resting on the top to steady it as he waited for an ork to reveal itself to his sights.<br/><br/>The wait was not a long one as a thundering war cry rolled out from the blast doors on the far side of the hanger rose up. The metal decking seemed to tremble with the mass of heavy boots pounding on it as the orks charged. Victor glanced to his left and his right, trying to gauge the readiness of the standard troopers around him. If they broke and let the orks get close than he would not be in a good place. Shaking the thoughts off, he put his faith in the Emperor and hoped that everyone else was doing the same as the orks closed. As soon as range was good, the storm troopers got the command and lead the first volleys of las into the green tide.<br/>