The Intrepid Crusade(IC)
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				Title: <strong>The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 21:59:42</strong>
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				<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Imperial Palace, Planet Brunen</strong></span><br><br>Normally a quite place of introspection and serenity, Cardinal Momka' (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/293/0/7/Imperial_Priest_by_TuShan.jpg)s palace, for the last two months, had been fortified, garrisoned, armed, and otherwise transformed into a fortress suitable for serving as the central command center of the upcoming war against the soon to arrive Orks. In his main chamber Momka stood alongside the commanding officers of both Brunen and Tango Urilla's planetary defense forces, the commander of The Unrelenting Vigilance (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/0/08/RamiliesClassStarFort.JPG), representatives of the system's Tech-Magos, and the system's Adeptus Arbites commander Judge Marecellmo. Each of the men and women present in the room had played a pivotal role in the system's preparation for war and would undoubtedly play a further role in its defense and eventual salvation. Briefings such as the one going on had become almost common place, occurring no less than twice a week to insure that information and updates were readily available and would mostly likely continue up until the Orks projected arrival roughly a month from now. <br><br>Today's brief was primarily focused on the expected arrival of the crusade forces dispatched to bolster the system's defenses. It was generally agreed that the best course of action would be to destroy as much of the invading force in space as possible. With the presence of The Unrelenting Vigilance in orbit the crusade's fleet could be deployed in defense of Tango Urilla. This would ideally allow for the destruction of the majority of Ork landing craft before they entered the atmosphere of either planet. <br><br><hr><br>Deep in the bowls of Momka's palace a lone adept, Stanley Tweedle, sat at his desk, preforming his daily task with the same lack of interest and focus that had marked his less than stellar 'life' since the very first day he had begun his occupation. He had spent the entirety of his life within the walls of the palace, each day wasted scanning the readouts of the system's sensors. Searching for any signs of the unannounced, unexpected, or unwanted. There had never been any such arrivals and after so many years of tedious work he cared not for anything that occurred outside of his direct existence. So it was with some surprise that he saw a red light, that he hadn't even been sure worked in the first place, begin to flash on his console. <br><br><hr><br>It had taken all of 20 minutes for the situation to come to the notice of someone who had the authority to issue a real order, another 10 to confirm that the situation was real, 10 more to issue the order, and 2 to dispatch a runner to inform the Cardinal. All in all no less than 42 minutes passed between the time that Stanly had noticed the situation unfolding and the time that a single runner burst into the Cardinal's chambers out of breath and red of face. The young boy, only 16 years of age, knew the importance of the message he carried and had run as fast as he could to deliver it. As soon as he entered the chambers he quickly took a knee and held up the datascroll <br><br>"Begging your pardon" he said, still gasping for breath between each sentence "An urgent message from the sensorium." Soft snickers could be heard from many of the people in the room, each one knew well that the boy was probably terrified out of his mind at interrupting the proceedings of those who could decide his fate without any effort at all. Cardinal Momka allowed the snickers to continue without comment and took the scroll from the boy's hands "You may go" he said with a smile, and without paying the boy a second thought....But as he read what the scroll contained the smile died on his lips, his skin paled, and his hands began to tremble ever so slightly. <br><br>Judge Marecellmo noticed the change in the Cardinal almost instantly "Is something wrong your grace?" he asked. <br><br>In a voice filled with fear the Cardinal responded "Ork ships have been detected entering the system, nearly an hour ago." no sooner had the words left his lips then were the officers present already pulling out voxwands, and other communication devices. Attempting urgently to raise the alert before it was too late. "Their current course and speed will put them within attack range within the next hour." <br><br>The was no adjuring of the brief, or orders to prepare defenses as both things were obvious and simply a waste of precious time at this juncture. Within moments Cardinal Momka was alone in his quarters. On shaking legs he approached the room's balcony and looked out at the sprawling city below him. Warning sirens were already beginning to blare across the capital and no doubt would be doing so all across the planet within minutes. Against this backdrop of noise the Cardinal slowly looked to the sky as if he'd be able to see the approaching Ork fleet. <br><br><em>How could they have arrived so early?!?</em>....."God-Emperor help us all" he whispered under his breath. <br><br><hr><strong><span class="bbc_u">Somewhere in the Brunen system; The Intrepid Crusade,<br>&nbsp;The Retribution Class Battleship <em>Divine Light</em>, The Strike Cruiser <em>Swift Blade </em></span></strong><br><br>The perfect stillness of space was instantaneously shattered as a hole in the very fabric of reality ripped open. On one side of the hole in reality stood the darkness of space, on the other the swirling mass of colors, horrors, and chaos that is the warp. Emerging from this whirlpool were the ships of the Intrepid Crusade. <br><br>On the bridge of the Crusade's Flagship <em>Divine Light</em>, General Bracker stood alongside Inquisitor Metalus and awaited communication with the Imperial Swords Captain Batiatus aboard the <em>Swift Blade</em>. As soon as communications came back online the image of Captain Batiatus appeared on a small holo-projector. "It pleases me to see that you and your ship made the journey safely" General Backer said "We will need your-" <br><br>"Sir! Urgent message from the system commander" The ship's communications officer called out, interrupting the formalities. A second later the message played.<br><br>".....under attack by Orks! I repeat this is The Unrelenting Vigilance to all Imperial forces. The Orks have arrived earlier than expected. We have been boarded! And the system is under attack by Orks!.....If any Imperial forces can hear this we require assistance immediately!"<br><br>"Issue orders to the fleet, assume attack formation and make best speed for The Unrelenting Vigilance. Order all regiments to prepare for battle, and someone get us communication with the starfort's commander!"<br><br><hr> <br><br>The transit time from the Crusade Fleet's point of entry into the system to the range at which the first elements of it's attack were launched was roughly one hour. In that time plans were made, soldiers armed, objectives given, and final preparations made. <br><br>As the formation of Imperial warships closed with the already ensuing space battle they were able to see first hand what the situation was. The Ork Waaagh's vanguard fleet had already begun it's attack on the system. The first wave of the attack had consisted of three roks attempting to land on Tango Urilla and a further three trying for planetfall on Brunen. Without the protection of a spacefort or the guns of the crusade fleet to protect Tango Urilla all three of the roks had already 'landed' and the planet's PDF forces fighting a desperate battle to hold back the seemingly limitless waves of Orks spewing from within the roks. Brunen had managed to fair better. <em>The Unrelenting Vigilance's</em> presence in orbit had shielded the planet from the incoming Ork landings. With the first rok, which had tried to go for a straight shot to the planet obliterated by bombardment cannons and lance batteries as soon as it entered range. The second rok, which had attempted to go around the spacefort was finished by a massive torpedo attack at extreme range, but for what ever reason the final rok had moved faster than it's fellows and on a course that took it dangerously close to the spacefort. As it had passed by <em>The Unrelenting Vigilance</em> it had detonated in a massive explosion which had blown out the void shield arrays protecting quadrant 3, leaving this portion of the station vulnerable to boarding actions.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>An Ork Kill Kroozer and it's escort ships had moved in to take advantage of the situation, dispatching large numbers of Ork boarding parties. While the escorts had been easily destroyed at close range in the following minutes,&nbsp; the Kill Kroozer was proving to be a more difficult foe. It was using its overpowered engines to maintain a range so close to the station that destroying it would risk extreme damage to quadrant 3 from the ensuing explosion. And so it was decided that the Imperial Guard would be dispatched to bolster the stations defenders and turn the tide of the battle for the station itself. While the Space Marines would launch a boarding action against the Kill Kroozer.<br><br><hr> <br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Unnamed Troop Transport</span></strong><br><br>When the Imperial Guard does anything it does it in bulk, the same is true for the transport of it's men. The lander that the members of 3rd Platoon, all 10 squads of 3rd Platoon, found themselves in was merely one of several hundred other ships all traveling at breakneck speed towards the landing bay nearest the battle lines that had formed within <em>The Unrelenting Vigilance</em>. The interior of the craft was a ruckus of noise, the softly uttered prayers of green troopers, the muttered jokes of veterans, and above all the priests, the only men allowed to stand at this point due to the inherent risks if the ship were to crash, walked up and down the isles between the rows of seats chanting blessings of battle and preaching of The Emperor's glory and the honor in death defending his realm. <br><br>The interior of the craft jarred roughly for a reason that no one inside the troop area could know. The pilot saw no reason to inform the troopers that the transport directly next to theirs had just been shot down. At the front of the landing craft Lt. Devri, the platoon officer, was seated next to his standard bearer and the rest of his command squad. He knew that all of his squad leaders knew their objectives....now it was simply a matter of waiting, then fighting, and hopefully surviving. <br><br>Sgt. Jenkins was the newly promoted squad leader of 5th squad, next to him was Commissar Glanville and across from him Guardsman Condis his squad's voxman. "when we hit I need you to stay close" he said to Condis, raising his voice to be heard over the din of noise in the transport "And make sure you don't get shot."<br><br>"Landing in 3 minutes!" the voice of the pilot blared of the lander's internal speakers. <br><br><hr><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Valkyrie 315</strong></span> <br><br>The Valkyrie carrying 8th squad roared past the slower moving troop landers, along with several of it's sister craft in a tight formation. Captain Alonzo knew he didn't need to tell any of his squad members what their job was, nor did he need to offer any words of encouragement. He had absolute confidence that they would all get the job done...or die trying. They were to drop ahead of the main force, secure the L.Z., and then assist in pushing back the Orks. It would be a hot L.Z. with Ork warriors having managed to push their way into the landing bays already. A red light on the interior wall of the Valkyrie came to life signaling that there was roughly a minute until they hit the drop zone. <br><br>40 seconds later the doors on either side of the ship slid open automatically, they were inside the landing bay and within the stations artificial atmosphere. Captain Alonzo was up on his feet "10 Seconds!" he shouted, motioning his men to the doors. "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Drop!" <br><br>As the members of 8th squad, and their fellow stormtrooper squads from all over the regiment, dropped onto the Ork held position Ork warriors below them looked upwards and opened fire!<br><br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Boarding Torpedoes, Launched from the strike cruiser <em>Swift</em> </span></strong><br><br>A full spread of boarding torpedoes had been launched by the <em>Swift</em>, these devices were of an ancient design. Pre-dating even the Great Crusade. Many chapters had phased them out in favor of the newer ship to ship drop pods. But the Imperial Swords' combat doctrines favored them due to their greater speed and smaller target profile. Two advantages that their occasional lack of accuracy more than made up for. <br><br>The torpedoes were currently rocketing on their way to their target, the Ork Kill Kroozer. The space marines had&nbsp; two primary objectives, the ship's bridge and it's engine room. Taking these locations would allow for control of the ship, the overloading of it's engines, and the eventual cleansing of its crew<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">Bridge of&nbsp; The Retribution Class Battleship <em>Divine Light</em> </span></strong>. <br><br>As the counter attack began General Bracker looked over at the Inquisitor, he wasn't sure what to make of him or his retinue. He was no fool and knew that any force this large would need to be watched over by a member of the Inquisition but it didn't make his presence any less foreboding...many a general had found their lives and carriers cut short due to an Inquisitor finding something in their faith 'lacking.' <br><br>"Excuse me my Lords" the ship's captain said smartly, "We lost contact with the secondary generatorium. We currently have our arms-men committed to either our at their defensive positions. Pulling back one of the teams would leave the ship in a high level of risk should we be boarded....there have been no alarms from the secondary generatorium and I request permission to place it as a secondary priority."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 03:48:52</strong>
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				<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Unnamed Troop Transport</strong><br><br>Pontius grunted as he was shoved against the restraints to his seat as he felt their transport jar a bit, making him lose the current lho-stick that he was smoking and curse softly. "Can't any of these pilots learn to fly better? With flying like this we'll be lucky that half of us can make it to the l.z. with our lunches still in our stomach's." he complained softly but loud enough so that the guardsmen on either side of him laughed a little. He listened to the fervent prayers as he silently cursed some more and then shook his head. Having gone through several campaigns and barely making it out of the last one alive, Pontius knew that praying to the Emperor wasn't going to help keep one alive, although a few would have their prayers answered. He looked over at a green trooper and placed a hand on his shoulder to interrupt his prayer. "The Emperor will protect you alright lad, but he won't be fighting for you in this fight." he interjected and ignored the glare he was given.<br><br>He fell silent after that as he looked down at the shotgun in his lap. It was a Blackhammer Defense shotgun, a shotgun made on his home world that could blast through doors and shred opponents, and for him it was his only link back home. Before he could begin daydreaming though, Sgt. Jenkins spoke to him and he looked up from his lap to look the Sergeant square in the eye. "I'll do my best Sergeant. I can't guarantee you much though, only that I can do my best." he shouted above all the noise before muttering, "that is if the Emperor wills it." Falling silent once more, he reached for his pocket to pull out his last lho-stick and something to light it with, and after some difficulty with the transport jarring them some more, he was able to light its end and breathed out a small puff of smoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 06:27:59</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, Drop Point 3</strong><br><br>Leaning back in his seat, the straps running over his shoulders taut from the weaving of the Valkyrie in which he rode, Victor took a few moments to observe the other members of his squad. They had served a lot of years together and overcome some difficult odds. Still this mission seemed to be a bit more one sided than they were used to, especially for an initial mission in the crusade. Normally this kind of reckless throwing of life came later in the sieges and during times of stalemates. Victor pushed the thoughts away and ran his hand casually over his hotshot lasgun, double checking the weapon that he trusted his life too. It rarely failed him and he held that as a good sign that the Emperor was ever watching over him.<br><br>The Valkyrie seemed to shutter slightly as it slipped into the automated atmosphere of the star fort and Victor knew it was time, as did every other member. He was only partly conscious of the commands being called out, his body settling into that warrior state that he had been trained into since youth. Every muscle flexed and relaxed, testing its alertness as he rose to his feet. His left hand move unconsciously to fire up his grav-chute as his right hand gripped the handle of his lasgun, trigger finger tensing and release slightly with the eagerness to dispense the Emperor's blessed fury on the orks below. As the door slid away from the sides of the Valkyrie's cargo hold, the men quickly rushed forth, Victor not even hesitating as he dove out over the green swarm…<br><br>The air was filled with bullets, gun shots echoing in the massive landing bay and reverberating into a deep thunder. The sound was almost deafening, or would have been had Victor and the rest of the squad not been wearing their jump gear with protected their ears. Following his training, his left hand shot to his belt, loosening a frag, cooking it and hurling it down as he held a five second hover. In the wake of the explosion he dropped, cutting the thrust to plummet towards the ripple of bodies that had been caused from the frag. At the last second, he slammed the thrust, easing his landing somewhat but still coming down hard and in a crouch. The rest of the squad fell around him but he wasn't focused on them. Already he was selecting targets, gun ready as he sighted in the nearest orks that were recovering from the Storm Trooper's entrance.&nbsp; Knowing that he would need to hold the line until the regular guard arrived, Victor sighted in his first target, focusing between those narrow, bloodshot eyes and green sloping forehead. With a grim smile, he pulled the trigger.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 20:21:31</strong>
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				Auger Trimaine<br><br>Auger looked around at the nameless faces around him. He didn't know many of them being recently thrown into the "Lucky 7th". He looked over and saw the vox operator and the sergeant as well as the Commissar. He hoped that he wasn't too big of an Emperor botherer. His last Commissar was one and one of the worst Lashes he had ever met before. Of course, that was a good thing in the eyes of the Commissariat, but who cared what they thought except Commissars? He chased his mind away from the thought and hoped he'd be as a good a bolt magnet as any. <br><br>He looked down to his plasma gun and rubbed it gently. He could feel the hum of the machine inside of it and was thankful of the connections he had made with some of the cog boy's. They had been willing to show him a few mysteries so that he could keep it in good shape out on the field and was glad for the small book of the proper prayers and litanies for it that they had also provided along with a few vials of machine oil. He patted the plasma gun gently glad that he had been given so honourable a weapon, and with such a strong machine spirit too. Or at least that's what the cog boy's had told him. He sighed a small prayer to the Emperor and asked him to guide him through the times ahead. He was sure that the Almighty was a little busy elsewhere but knew it was better to put in a small word here and there to make sure one wasn't forgotten in the vastness of the Imperium.<br><br>He sighed and leaned back when he could smell the smoke of a lho-stick and wrinkled his nose.&nbsp; It was strange the way these people did things. In his old regiment it had been bad luck to smoke before a war was won and smokes were only given out to celebrate victory. He didn't like what he saw as cockiness and tried to push it also out of his mind. How he wished he was with Joran and Makel in his old squad, he thought to himself as he readied himself pulling out his book of litanies to be ready to begin the litany of activation. Too bad they were dead.
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				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 22:44:11</strong>
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				<strong>Battle Brother Telemachus, Boarding Torpedo Gamma</strong><br><br>They are quiet. Giants of men, ten foot tall and clad in armour thicker than tank cladding, their bulk fills the torpedo. Beyond, in the gulf of space, bright bursts of cannon-fire from the Ork ship burn through the darkness; Navy interceptors swoop, locked in combat with their greenskin counterparts; shields flicker under the impact of munitions. Within their chamber, there is only silence.<br><br>Stillness.<br><br>Armour locking them to the admantium floor, the Terminators stand tall and erect, scarcely moving as their fragile vessel swerves past the gunfire of the Ork defence turrets. Their breathing is slow and even, barely audible even to the advanced auditory senses of Astartes. Lesser men would be nervous before impact, scared of dying in the coming melee or else nostalgic for the pleasures of peace. Weaker souls might tremble at the thought of boarding an Ork Kill Kroozer at close quarters; greener warriors might question the necessity of splitting their forces upon landing.<br><br>These men know no such doubts, no such regrets. This is what they were born for; for these, peace is simply the time between one battle and the next, a period for training and prayer and preparation. They will all die - they know this. No man lives forever, save the Emperor, and one day they will finally succumb to the blows of His enemies. Perhaps that day is come; perhaps not. They do not care. Death holds no fear for them, life being merely the preparation for it.<br><br>"Impact in I-10, stand by."<br><br>The voice of the pilot, a chapter serf, is sharp and nervous over the tannoy. Behind the helmet of his Cyclone Suit, Telemachus' scarred face twists into a momentary smile. The inevtiable cannot be stopped, and to fret over what one cannot prevent is a needless waste of the time bought for man by the Emperor's Sacrifice. He has long since stopped wondering - or remembering - why his smaller brethren fear extinction so, and, as in the past, so now, instead reminds himself that, whilst death may be inevitable, so too is the Emperor's Judgement at his hands.<br><br>"Impact in I-9."<br><br>Ordinary men might tremble at the thought of their final end; but these are Astartes, Terminators, the Angels of Death, and why should lords fear the coming of their servant?<br><br>The Marines stand silent as the Torpedo draws closer to its target.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 23:07:27</strong>
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				<strong>Commissiar Aldous Glanville, in a Troop Transport</strong><br><br>"I'll do my best Sergeant. I can't guarantee you much, though, only that I can do my best." <br><br>Aldous frowns. The troopers are visibly nervy, and the newly promoted Sergeant Jenkins is only showing his inexperience by re-running over the plan now, at such a late stage. The last thing the men needed now was to be reminded of the dangers outside; experience has taught the political officer that men fight best when calm and collected. A panicked rush out of the transport, guardsmen wasting ammunition in wild blazes of las-fire is the last thing the operation needs.<br><br>All the same, a reprimand at this stage would likely do more harm than good, shattering the confidence of the NCO. Better to stay quiet, to calm the men with a show of indifference and boredom.<br><br>Leaning as far back as his restraining straps let him, Glanville pulls the peak of his armoured cap over his eyes, fingers criss-crossing on his chest in a casual manner that offers no clue to his instant readiness for action.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 16:45:26</strong>
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				Ysena Curran in a Troop Transport<br><br>She had been listening in the corner, her camo-cloak's hood brought over her face and her goggles over her eyes, her appearence was that of a rookie, but the way she had been acting, and how collected she had been gave away that she is no stranger to death, but that is part of what being born and raised on a Deathworld did to a person. Her eyes shifted towards the other soldiers, mostly looking like conscripts themselves. But her face didn't move. Her expression locked on her long-las, feeling the eyes of the soldier next to her look at her weapon, then his own.<br><br>She smirked lifting her head up but not looking at him "The emperor protects, but having a good weapon doesn't hurt either, treat it well, as it will treat you well..." She tilted her head back down, silently praying to the machine spirit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 05:52:38</strong>
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				<strong>Hanger Aboard the Unrelenting Vigilance </strong><br><br>The ork Victor had sighted in on fell, a hole where it's forehead had once been. The other orks around him&nbsp; seeming not to notice as they continued to charge forward, even as Victor's next shots felled more of their number. All around him Victor's fellow stormtroopers were attacking the orks as well. Their hotshot lasguns proving more than strong enough to punch through the orks' hides and what little armor they wore. Before the advancing orks could even close the distance with the battle line of stormtroopers their mob, originally 40 strong, had been cut by more than half with each body riddled with the small smoking holes that were the signature of lasweapons. Those who managed to survive the fusillade of firepower found themselves pinned down and forced to take cover behind the many crates scattered about the hangar. <br><br>"Keep shooting ya gitz!" an ork shouted as it stood from cover, its weapon drawn and firing on full auto. His words seemed to encourage the other orks as they all followed his example and opened up with their crude slug throwers. Their aim, as the aim of most orks, was absolutely horrible. But the sheer amount of ammunition that they put into the air meant that some shots would still find their mark. The stromtrooper directly to Victor's right was suddenly thrown off his feet a red mess where his chest had once been<br><br>As fire fight continued the first lander flew overhead, low to the deck and steering as far from the orks as possible. It set down 30 yards behind the front line that the stormtoopers had established. It was smaller than the other landers which were still roughly a minute behind, its purpose was to deploy combat engineers immediately ahead of the main force. As soon as it touched down it's ramp opened and unloaded it's cargo. 5 squads of the 18th Ostiean riflemen. These men had their lasguns slung over their backs and were carrying portable barricades. Which they began to sed up roughly 10 yards behind the stormtroopers. <br><br><hr><strong>Unnamed Lander</strong><br><br>Even though the short moments just before the lander touched down had seemed to take an eternity the moments directly following the lander's touchdown seemed to pass faster than normal as if to make up for it. <br><br>As soon as the pilot's voice said "landed" over the intercom the sergeants and officers were up on their feet and urging their people to stand up and get moving. It took no more than a minute for the ramp at the back of the transport, which also served as it's back wall to fully open. As soon as it had the first squads were already running out, following their sergeants who were in turn following their officers. And 5th squad was no different "Lets move!" Jenkins said, as he led his squad down the lander's ramp, around the vehicle and towards the barricades that had been laid out for them.&nbsp; He followed Lt. Devri to their platoon's spot on the barricade and used his combat saber to motion to 5th squad "firing line right here!" he said. <br><br><hr><br><strong>Hanger Aboard the Unrelenting Vigilance </strong><br><br>As soon as the barricades were up and manned Captain Alonzo's voice could be heard over his stormtroopers' vox units. "fall back to the barricades" he said his voice calm and controlled. With each of his men having their own vox unit he had no need to shout and knew if anything it would just throw off his men's aim. Even though these first orks were dealt with easily enough he was under no illusions that they were all the beasts he and his men would be fighting today and he knew that when the main mob of orks charged in they would have no chance of stopping them from their current position. As soon as his orders were given the stormtroopers moved to obey, falling back while still firing as they had been trained. <br><br>As what few orks were still alive managed to not only see the humans who had single-handedly stopped their attack, but they also saw the large numbers of humans who had come to fight as well.&nbsp; It didn't take long for one of them to shout out "There's too many of um....we needs ta leg it!" Moments later the orks had turned their backs to the enemy and were running as fast as they could for the blast doors.<br><br><hr><br><strong>Hanger Aboard the Unrelenting Vigilance </strong><br><br>"Oye why you'z runnin back?!?!?" Grimgul &nbsp;(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs15/f/2007/028/d/9/Orks___Mega_Armoured_Nob_clr_by_taytonclait.jpg) roared at the first ork from the&nbsp; scouts he sent ahead of da boyz "We was gettin all shot up" the ork said "we had ta leg it" Grimgul snarled at the smaller ork and grabbed it by the neck. "Now dem humies think we's a bunch a spineless grots!!" he shouted, slamming the squirming ork into the nearest wall to punctuate each word before throwing the body to the side. <br><br>Grimgul took in a deep breath and spoke as loud as he could "Da scout boyz 'ave gone and give'd us a 'ardboyz a bad name!! Da humies think we's a bunch a' grots who's gonna leg it just cause we been shot up!! Lets show um how REAL orks get stuck in!" <br><br>While not much to other races, this speech was, by orkish standards, an inspirational masterpiece that easily whipped the orks around Grimgul into a frenzy and made them forget all about the guns they were about to run into. As they poured through the blast doors one of the many orks started a war cry. Which was picked up by those around him, and next by those around each ork who had just picked it up, and so on and so forth until the entire mob of orks were charging through the hanger towards the imperial line in a massive wave of green muscle, sharp teeth, and weapons. And their call of "Waaagh" was as loud as thunder!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 10:23:12</strong>
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				Hanger Aboard the Unrelenting Vigilance&nbsp; Blood Vixen<br><br>Blood Vixen knew from combt doctrine that the largest of the orks were usually the leaders, as the other guardsmen formed a firing line, she knelt to the side, hoping her camo-cloak would obscure her enough to not be seen by the orks. Preparing to take a shot at any orks that looked like they could be the leader, mostly judging by finding the ones bigger than the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 14:26:07</strong>
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				<strong>Brother Crixus, Squad landing point</strong><br><br>The boarding torpedo's were practically a signature point of the Imperial Swords. So many other chapters had "upgraded" that it left them being quite the unique point amongst the chapters. For there advantages however, they were occasionally rather inaccurate. Such as <em>now</em>. Sgt. Crixus was supposed to be going after the engine room with the other squads, but this had left them being quite some distance away. Taking up up his Astartes Power Sword in one hand and a blessed Plasma Pistol in the other, his eyes ran over the two squads at his back. He was a member of the Vanguard Veterans, he sat among the most talented of the chapters close combat warriors, while others may have bested him in range warfare he had no care for such a thing. But when the orks were spilling from where they had surely dug themselves in and the fighting was turned into a dirty, vicious bloodbath of dangerous corridor fighting as it almost surely would.....it was his Vanguard Veterans that would walk away with the most kills, power weapons and chainswords proving their lethal efficiency as they'd butcher the greenskins.&nbsp; <br><br>"We must move, and with great swiftness." His brother marines responded with their understanding before they started moving towards the engine room, the heavy boots of power armour making a constant and rapid 'clank' against the ships floor. "We cannot delay, if there are any engagements between here and there, end it fast and keep moving." It was for this reason he had his plasma pistol in hand, he wanted to soften anything they encountered before making a charge in a manner only an Assault Marine could.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 21:25:59</strong>
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				Auger Trimaine Landing Zone<br><br>As soon as he had felt the bump of land he began the Litany of Activation. His plasma gun began to hum gently and glow with bright blue aura. He pulled himself out of his harness and began hustling it down the ramp fixing his bayonet to his plasma gun as he hit dirt. He looked to Sgt. Jenkins who was having them form a firing line. He sighed, at least they had cover, though it wouldn't matter once the greenskins were on them. He slid forward and dropped to one knee, his plasma gun ready to come up at the sight of the enemy. He could already see the storm troopers coming back. He spat on the ground, they were nothing compared to good old fashioned Kasrkins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 05:22:33</strong>
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				<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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 03:59:32</strong>
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				<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Landing Zone</strong><br><br>Pontius felt the lander touch down and no sooner had it done so were all the officers and sergeants hoping to action, urging those under their command to hurry and get ready to face the orks. Pontius slap out his last lho-stick and placed his inhaler mask so that it hid the bottom half of his face, a waste of a lho but he couldn't really smoke it with the mask over his face, and then hit the release to his restraints and stood, stomping out the lho-stick in the process. Quickly he went over a mental checklist, tapping each piece of his gear, and then nodded his head. As a Penal Legionnaire he had gotten into the habit of checking all of his stuff before and after a fight to make sure that somehow it wasn't "borrowed" from him and then never returned.<br><br>The wait wasn't long before the ramp clang down and all of the guardsmen were storming out of the transport to take up their positions at the and he followed Sgt. Jenkins to the established barricades and took up his position near the Sergeant. His blood boiled and the combination of the narcotic gases that was transferred from a tank on his back, which was placed while still allowing him to carry the 5th squads vox-caster, and adrenaline for the coming scrap almost made him fearless, but he knew he needed to be careful. He would feel like he was invincible and could take on the whole ork waaagh if he didn't keep himself in check, but that wouldn't be a problem since he had fought many a fights in a similar state on other plants and wars.<br><br>He looked towards Sgt. Jenkins awaiting for any orders as the Stormtroopers who had dropped ahead before them soon joined the rest of them Guardsmen at the barricades. He snorted behind his mask as he, like many of the Guardsmen, believed that they were nothing but a mob of glory snatchers while the rest of them did all of the hard work. But he was snapped out of his thinking when he heard what sounded like heavy footfalls and looking towards the blast doors he saw the orks coming but for another go but in greater numbers. He didn't panic but took up his position next to one of the stormtroopers who started to fire on the orks. Pontius's shotgun remained silent though, not wanting to waste shots shooting at them at such a range and he knew that the round he would fire would most likely save his life from an ork choppa gutting him like a grox.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 09:07:45</strong>
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				<strong>Brother Crixus, Assault Squad landing point</strong><br><br>As Crixus's squad made its way down the halls of the Ork vessel they found said halls to be for lack of a better term deserted. Areas which would have proven strong defensive points for the xenos were unoccupied with no signs of corpses. It was as if something had swept through the halls of the ship and simply done away with all signs of those who had been inside it before. <br><br><br><strong>Boarding Torpedo Gamma's Landing point</strong><br><br>Roughly five seconds after torpedo gamma impacted with, and breached, the hull of the Ork ship the fragmentation charges went off. Blasting razor sharp shrapnel in every direction around the area where it's cargo would disembark. A moment later the hatch blew open allowing clear passage for the Terminator squad. "Advance on the objective" Sargent Soliarri said over the squad's closed channel. "Eliminate any resistance, but do not slow."&nbsp; With that the squad's leader began down the halls in the direction of the ship's engine room without even a glance back. So sure was he of his marine's compliance. <br><br>As was the case with 8th squad the Terminators did not even meet light resistance on their advance, only the eerie stillness of a ship that was devoid of its crew.<br><br><strong>Space Marine Rendezvous Point </strong>&nbsp; <br><br>As the squads dispatched to the Ork ship's engine room neared their objective and grew close enough to hear the roar of its primitive technology the sounds of a crude voxcaster could also be heard broadcasting and ork's voice. <br><br>"Oie, whys ain't you boyz answerin da boss?!?" <br><br>Followed shortly by "........Youz betta not 'ave forgotten how ta use the voice box aga'n!! Grraahh!! If I has to come down der all you boyz'ill be gettin a thump!" <br><br>And finally "Dats it! Come on you boyz, we's gonna go see why dey ain't answern, an' den we's gonna give each one a dem grots a good thump!"<br><br>The transmissions stopped after the last broadcast and no noises other than the engines could be heard until the squads had already joined one another and were practically at the entrance to the engine room. A loud grating sound could be heard as if massive gears were at work. Followed shortly by the sound of heavy feet striking the metal floor. And finally confused ork voices could be heard once the space marines were but steps away from the door<br><br>"We ain't found um boss"<br>&nbsp;"Where'd dey go?!?!" <br><br><hr><br>This was all the opportunity that Sargent Soliarri needed. He knew that now would be the optimum time to launch their attack. Using the entire strike team's vox channel he issued his orders "On my command, Assault Marines advance and engage in close combat, while&nbsp; Terminator Squad and Tactical Squads secure firing potions......Attack."<br><br>As the Space Marines entered the engine room the found it to be occupied by a Big Mek, &nbsp;(http://img810.imageshack.us/img810/9721/78787084.png), a dozen mek boyz (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/3/3a/Mekboy_by_Mark_Gibbons.JPG/220px-Mekboy_by_Mark_Gibbons.JPG), several dozen &nbsp;Gretchen (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/6/66/Grotpic.jpg) and three Ork walkers, a Deff Dread (http://img52.imageshack.us/img52/4458/deffdread.jpg) with a Killa Kan to it's right (http://th09.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/i/2011/056/e/6/killa_kan_gut_slasha_by_monkybutt-d3aev22.png) and another to it's left (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/236/9/3/KillaKan_by_Trollfeetwalker.jpg). All caught in utter surprise by the appearance of the Space Marines. <br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 22:20:41</strong>
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				<strong>Commissiar Aldous Glanville, Drop Zone 3</strong><br><br>He is on his feet the moment the lander touches down, rising with a speed surprising to any who had seen him in his earlier, outwardly relaxed state. Drawing his bolt pistol, he stalks amongst the Guardsmen, bionic arm pulling a slacker from his seat here, chilly eyes winking confidence at veterans there, all the while repeating the orders of the officers at the top of his lungs. Only once the final squad has departed and he is certain that no coward remains cowering in the cabin does he disembark, running down the exit plank towards the barricades.<br><br>"3rd squad, tighten up that formation! Private Gusarro, you're firing too high, aim lower! Good shot, corporal, keep at it. Come on, my boys, you're in the Guard, and we're in it to win it! Oi, flameboy! Don't shoot till they're in range!"<br><br>He is everywhere, reinforcing the command chain where it wavers, correcting the mistakes of the youngbloods and guiding the efforts of the veterans. The week spent memorising names before combat is joined has served him well, and several soldiers feel a glow of inner pride at their efforts being recognised, and redouble them in response. When the Ork resurgence comes he does not pale, although within him a pang of fear bites to the heart of his gut. <br><br>"Please, God-Emperor, let us keep them at bay..."<br><br>For fear of vocalising his inner prayer, he redoubles his efforts, pushing scared men back into line and directing the shots of the marksmen.<br><br>"Get into line, Comyn, this is war, not a tea-party! Accurate fire, that's the key... why, those orks have gone green with fear at the sight of us! Let's show them what the Yuktobonian can do!"<br><br>Bionic arm drawing his power sword in a smooth movement, Glanville moves to a space in the defences, waiting until the Orks are in range before sniping at them with his bolt pistol. All the while, he is alert to the needs of the battle.<br><br>"Trimaine, put your plasma gun to good use and get me the head of their leader! Darien, you call that shooting? My granny could fire better than that, and she's been dead twenty years! Gentle squeeze, short bursts, make every shot count! Come on lads, you call yourselves guardsmen? Do you want to win settlement rights or don't you? Then let's see some soldiering, shall we?"<br><br><br><strong>Battle Brother Telemachus, Engine Room</strong><br><br>It is strange, this lack of movement, of opposition, but it is not the place of a Terminator to question the way of the xeno. Whether the enemy they face is the greenskin Ork, the scuttling Tyranid or some Chaotic creature fouler still, their purpose is certain, and will not be forgotten. All those who stand between them and the objective must, and will, die.<br><br>Striding through the silent halls of the ship with his brethren, assualt cannon and heavy flamer covering the surroundings for any movement, Telemachus feels contented, as he fulfills the purpose of his existance. Within minutes the Terminators are nearing the engine room, precautions redoubled from the knowledge of the Orkish reinforcements. <br><br>"On my command, Assualt Marines advance and engage in close combat, whilst Terminator Squad and Tactical Squads secure firing positions... Attack."<br><br>Telemachus smiles at the sight of the opposition, far too few in number to pose any threat to the combined might of four Astartes squads. This stage of the operation should be completed without risk of casualties.<br><br>Assualt Cannon booming, Telemachus crashes into the chamber, directing the combined firepower of his three weapons at the Deff Dread.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Primarch</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 14:39:57</strong>
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				<strong>Brother Crixus, arriving in the Engine Room</strong><br><br>Sergeant Crixus and his brother assault marines reached the engine room with excellent time, the Orks in their foolishness had left several perfect bottlenecks completely void of forces. As they entered the room to support their brothers, Crixus quickly scanned. The Deff Dread and Killa Kans were obviously the key targets, and the most dangerous. However, to concentrate all forces on them would be unwise, it would allow the other greenskins to fire at their leisure while they were tied up in close combat. "Brothers! We aim for the Mek Boys!" <br><br>Like flying on wings of fire the jump packs boosted the Assault Marines into a deadly charge against the Mek Boys, chainswords and bolt pistols doing their brutal work, while Crixus himself, placing away his plasma pistol now to reveal his second power sword charged for the Big Mek, fully intending to put the Ork to the Emperor's Justice. "Suffer not the alien to live!" Sure it was more of a Black Templar line....but they were brothers too, and what was the purpose of a younger brother but to steal the elders things? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 17:28:57</strong>
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				<strong>Hangar Aboard the Unrelenting Vigilance </strong><br>Individually the blast from a lasgun, even a hotshot variant, is nowhere near as lethal as many of the galaxy's other weapons. However are rarely, if ever, used individually. As each trooper on the firing line opened fire well over 100 lasgun beams impacted on the charging ork horde. The sheer weight of fire proving more than enough to make up for each individual weapon's weakness. Large numbers of the orks at the forefront of the attack fell over, dead,&nbsp; dying or otherwise unable to continue forward, only to be trampled by their brethren behind them.<br><br>For the shortest of moments the orks' charge was slowed and it seemed as if the Guardsmen's fusillade of lasbeams would prove enough to halt the greenskins. But the xenos were many and even as they were cut down there were evermore to take their place and the sheer momentum of their charge could not be denied. And as the moment passed it became obvious that the orks would in fact be able to close for melee combat with the guardsmen. <br><br><hr><br>Grimgul was at the front of the charge, leading his boyz the best way he knew how! As he stomped forward he took several lasbeams to his torso, legs, arms, and even his head. But each one seemed to pang off his armor as if it were little more than rain... except for a single beam, more powerful than the others and fired from a sniper's weapon. This lasbeam cut through Grimgul's shoulder plate and burned into his skin creating a small crater and drawing the first bit of his blood that would be spilled today. The shot, while not strong enough to cripple the ork was more than enough to catch his attention. As he charged forwards his head darted in the direction the lasbeam had come from.<br><br>He was unable to see just who had shot him but he did see one of the boss humies, the ones who wore the pointy hats and made sure the rest of the humies didn't try to run from a fight. and decided that he would be a good enough target for his first kill.&nbsp; With a bestial roar he stomped forward and closed the distance with his target, just like each of his boyz were doing all across the battle line. <br><br><hr><br>Sargent Jenkins saw the ork charge coming. He saw the massive ork, easily head and shoulders above the others, change direction and begin to charge directly towards his squads section of the line, and he also saw it's body guards following it. As he witnessed these things Jenkins realized that for whatever reason The Emperor had decided to choose this portion of the battle line to be a true turning point. If they could stop the lead ork they might be able to slow or even rout the entire attack. Without even looking at his voxman Jenkins shouted "get on the vox and get us some support!" <br><br><hr><br>It was obvious that the large ork had picked Aldous as it's first target. The creature's weapon barked as it fired an indiscriminate hail of projectiles at the commissar and those around him several of the rounds would have impacted with Alodus had it not been for his refractor field. Sadly the guardsmen directly to Aldous's left and right were without such protection, Comyn taking several rounds in the chest and being literally thrown from his feet while Darien took a shot to the shoulder that severed his arm from the shoulder down. As the wounded guardsman fell to the ground screaming and grasping at his bloodied stump the massive ork was upon Aldous. Sweeping its blade covered right arm in a strike obviously meant to sever the commissar's head from his body. <br><br><hr><br>The impressive rate of fire of Victor's weapon hadn't gone unnoticed by the orks and as the leader attacked the commissar two of the orks directly behind it lunged at Victor. The first swiping in and upwards diagonal with it's axe and the second driving a massive knife at the stormtrooper's chest. <br><br><hr><br>Standing directly next to victor on the line Auger was not spared any of the orks' attentions. As one ork charged directly at him from the other side of the barricade another who had already cleared it turned from the hapless guardsman it had just eviscerated and swung its weapon in a top to bottom strike aimed directly for Auger's head<br><br><hr><br>As the monstrously sized ork attacked the commissar what could only have been it's body guards (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/a/ad/Eavyarmour.jpg) followed it to the section of the line it had attacked and set upon the other humans there. Vixen was still unnoticed by the orks; her camo-cloak proving more than effective enough to fool their dull senses and even duller wits.&nbsp; Even though this was the case the battle still raged around her, directly in front of where she was kneeling one of the stormtroopers who had taken position by her squad was even now under attack by one of the vile xenos.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 18:31:18</strong>
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				Vixen took a deep breath, keeping herself as collected as possible, these orks defently had a stubborn streak, as the storm trooper moved into her line of fire, she sighed gently placing her long-las onto the ground, not causing a commotion, not too hard with all the noise. She thought to herself "Unless I get rid of this idiot I can't take my damn shots" growling as she pulled out her ripper pistol, aiming more for the orks large head, trying to aim for areas that are lacking armour such as the temple if he was not wearing a helmet, or the neck. Letting lose a volley of fire into it, if the storm trooper survived, then all the better, at least his body wouldnt be in the way if she had to advance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 21:21:45</strong>
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				<strong> Victor Orestes, left flank of battle line. </strong><br><br>Victor had been shifting as he fired, trying to gauge the place where the lines would meet. Thought he knew that the wave of orks would probably hit the entire line at the same time, he was attempting to guess where the lead orks would be, wanting to help prevent that part of the line from breaking. He could feel the heat radiating from his pack as he continued to pour on the fire, now advancing towards the command group as he noticed the orks were fast approaching that part of the line. Knowing that he couldn’t do much against the armor-clad boss, he focused on the bodyguards.<br><br>As the two lines met, Victor came to understand that his supporting fire had apparently caught some of the dim-witted orks’ attention. As he came towards the line to fill in the gaps of dead troopers cut down by the orks’ random fire patterns, he was met by the snarling visages of two orks. The sweeping weapons came in hard and at supporting angles and Victor had to rotate had to miss though he did feel the knife cut across the side of his armor. Spinning about quickly, he fired from the hip, backing away from these lumbering hulks. “Come on you ugly bastards. Come have a taste of my lasgun.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 05:55:51</strong>
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				<strong>Auger Trimaine, Left flank next to Victor</strong><br><br>"For Cadia!" Auger screamed at the top of his lungs as he moved within the Orks reach. He wasn't taken aback by the smell of the foul xenos, but he was surprised by the mass of mucles it had. He thrust his plasma gun straight at the Ork's jaw hoping the bayonet would puncture the brain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 01:13:19</strong>
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				<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Battle lines</strong><br><br>Pontius watched as the Greenskin menace, at first, looked like they were going to be routed by the sheer weight of the firepower brought forth by the Imperial Guard and he felt like they would be able to win this fight without much trouble, however he was soon mistaken when he saw the Ork line continue once more. The hope of an easy fight was soon gone as he raised the barrel of his shotgun above the barrier that he hid behind and fired off several shots before he ducked back under the cover of the barricade to avoid a hail of shots fired from the Orks. Despite the situation he couldn't help but smile and wondered why it was that the greenskins used ranged weapons when they were such bad shots anyways, knowing that they had even bigger guns that were just as bad with accuracy.<br><br>He quickly popped back up and fired off another shot before he heard what it was that Jenkins ordered him to do and he tore away the inhaler mask that covered his face and brought the speaker piece to the vox unit. "Ordrogg, the Emperor's very pleased with all of you, OK? He says he wants you to help us now, Ok?" he spoke into the vox unit before putting the inhaler mask back and stood to fire off two more rounds before he ducked behind to reload, one of the few bad things about using a shotgun. He had called in for an Ogryn squad to come in and give them some support in fighting the Orks in melee and hoped that was all that they were going to need to push them back from the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 19:31:54</strong>
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				<strong>Engine Room aboard Ork Ship</strong><br>An orkish voice could be heard shouting out "Da big humies is here!" but even as this mixture of warning and declaration was voiced the Space Marines had already begun their attack. Moving with precision and discipline the tactical squads took cover behind the many pipes, crates, and other debris strewn about the engine room in order to lay down heavy fire for their terminator and assault marine brothers. <br><br><hr><br>Uggor, the big mek, had been facing away from the entrance that the Space Marines charged onto, trying to spot the boyz that were supposed to be down in the engine room. They hadn't answered the many calls from the talk-box that he'd sent them from up on the bridge and so he'd had no choice but to come down and see what was wrong. As he heard one of his boyz shout out that da humies were here he knew it must have been them that set a trap to lure him down here!<br><br>As he turned around he was greeted by the sight of Crixus charging at him with a power sword in each hand. He didn't even think as he shouted out "Kill um boyz!!" as if his boyz even needed the order, the were already fighting. He instinctively knew he didn't have time to draw his kustom shoota, the big humie had one of their rokit packs on and was already closing the distance between them. Instead he'd have to rely on the massive kustom power klaw that dominated his left hand. <br><br>A guttural roar escaped his mouth as he swiped at Crixus, swinging his arm from left to right trying do drive the whirring crackling device right into the marine's side. <br><br><hr><br>The ork war machines wasted no time in attempting to close the distance with their foes. "we'z da orks! And you iz not!" proclaimed the Deff Dred's pilot though the clanking contraption's speaker grill. As the Deff Dred and the two Killa Kans opened fire with their own weapons&nbsp; and began to stomp forwards in response to the hail of bolter rounds striking their armored forms. A moment later the missiles launched by Telemachus's cyclone impacted with their target in spectacular form. Of the spread of 6 missiles fired three found their mark the first striking the Deff Dred on it's torso, the and the second and third striking the massive claw that made up it's left arm. The resulting detonations sheathed the war machine in thick smoke.<br><br>As the Deff Dred emerged from the cloud of gray smoke the damage done to it could easily be seen. It's entire left arm was gone with only a ruined stump jutting out from the side of the machine and a large gaping hole had been blown in it's torso armor. Still it's pilot seemed bound and determined to engage the marine who had attacked him in melee combat, as soon as it had closed the range it swung its massive ranged weapon at Telemachus, using it as if it were a club and striking the warrior on his shoulder pad. <br><br>The immense force behind the blow was enough to send the marine sprawling to the side, but not enough to break his armor or send him to the ground.<br><br><hr><br>Around the duel that had arisen between the terminator marine and the stricken ork dreadnought the battle was already beginning to turn in the favor of the Emperor's faithful. The first killa kan had been downed by the concentrated firepower of the four other members of Telemachus's squad, and the second was belching flames from a hole caused by a krak missile fired by one of the tactical squads. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 19:51:01</strong>
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				<strong>Commissiar Aldous Glanville, Drop Zone 3</strong><br><br>The xenos are fast, Aldous gives them that much. The Ork leader and his bodyguards move through the hail of lasgun fire with a speed and certainty that chills the Commissiar to his spine, barely giving him time to replace his bolt pistol with his chainsword before they are on top of them. Weathering the hail of slugs behind the safety of his refractor field, the Commissiar is ready for the assault when it comes, his chain-blade sweeping up to parry the Ork's blow even as his power sword shoots out, field humming softly as it seeks the softer flesh under the greenskin's chin.<br><br>"For the Emperor!"<br><br><strong>Battle Brother Telemachus, Engine Room</strong><br><br>The auto-stabilisers in his armour adjust for the blow, the Terminator taking just a single step to the side to keep his balance. Then he is back to the attack, using his assault-cannon to widen the hole in the Dread's armour so that he can direct the cleansing inferno of his heavy flamer at the unprotected body of the Ork within.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 21:10:19</strong>
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				Scant seconds after Pontius had finished calling in for support an ork choppa swung just in front of his head in a blow that was obviously designed to cleave his skull in two had it been properly aimed. The arm holding the choppa, and the ork attached to it, passed by his field of view immediately after the weapon, something had stumbled the creature and thrown off it's killer blow. As it regained it's balance it began to turn towards Pontius and brandished its weapon above its head. With a bestial snarl it began to swing the choppa once again as it moved to close the short distance with Pontius<br><br><hr><br>Auger bayonet punched into the ork's jaw and through it's mouth. Driving right into the greenskin's upper spine and brain stem. Even as the life escaped it's body it still attempted to take Auger with it. It's hand wrapping around his neck and squeezing for just a moment before slackening and falling away along with the rest of the dead monster's body. <br><br>Victor's hail of lasfire proved enough to down one of the green creatures assailing him, but the time it took to kill the beast gave it's fellow the opening it needed. Before he could react the ork drove it's steel booted foot into his chest in a vicious kick that easily knocked the stormtrooper from his feet. As the beast leveled it's shoota at the Victor it was hit by a hail of tiny metal projectiles which served to remove it's face and much of its skull from the rest of it. The creature slumped lifelessly to the ground. <br><br>As Aldous stood his ground to Grimgul, anyone watching would be able to easily see that the massive ork was nearly twice the man's size. As Aldous's chain sword intercepted the orks claw like weapon, the amount of force used in the ork's swing proved enough to bat the blade aside, and allow the weapon to connect with Aldous's power sword. A moment later the Grimgul struck out with his right arm in a vicious uppercut. Using the mass of shootas attached to it as blunt weapons. The blow connected squarely with the commissar's chest plate which miraculously held out against the blow which would have ripped through flak armor as if it weren't even there. None the less the sheer blunt force of the attack proved more than enough to toss the commissar from his feet and practically send him flying several feet backwards. <br><br><hr><br>All around the left flank the body guards of the lead ork were proving to turn the tide against the Imperial Guard,&nbsp; while some warriors did manage to hold their own, the vast majority were not so lucky. It didn't take a tactical genius to see that things would begin to turn sour very fast if something didn't change the situation...Thankfully for the guardsmen support had already been called in. Before things could go from bad to worse the din of combat was pierced by a deep yet oddly slow-witted battle cry. "Fow de Empeewar!!" A split second later the owner of the voice, an ogryn B.O.N.E. Head (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs19/f/2007/236/3/2/ogryns_by_Wen_JR.jpg) could be seen leading 5 of his fellow abhumans into the fray. Their ripper guns blasting as they moved in to melee combat with the orks, each one proving more than a match for the greenskins, breaking the bones, backs, and skulls of the greenskins as if they were paper thin. The lead orgryn moved to attack Grimgul swinging his ripper gun as if it were a massive club aimed right at the greenskin's head. The ork managed to block the blow with it's clawed hand, focused intently on combating the B.O.N.E. head and almost ignoring all that was going on around it<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 23:27:08</strong>
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				<strong>Pyrist Cain, IG Landing Zone, Transport DZ Area</strong><br><br>In a seperate transport, Cain awaited front and center of the drop doors. The thunder and rattle of errant shoota slugs hit the hull and popped the paint on the inside of the transport hull to fleck the few troopers near Cain. Many were whispering prayers to the God-Emporer or to their lasguns. Greener troops figeted while veterans stood aloof. <br><br>To those that didnt know better, Pyrist Cain could have appeared to figet like the rookies, but he was trembling in anticipation. The Psykic radiance of combat pushed many sharp emotions to the fore, especially the greenskin notion of a good scrap. A lesser initiate could be swept up in that pulsing sea of fear, dischord, and rage, but a true practitioner rode it like a razor's edge.<br><br>With a shudder of the struts, the drop door folded down to spill its meager contents of humanity to reinforce the line. The Ogryns had made headway and were engaging the orks as Cain strode down the landing ramp of his transport with measured confidence toward the battle lines. An errant slugga round richochet'ed off the psychic shield that wreathed him and was bolstered by runes and wards on his person.<br><br>The inlaid gold and platinum of Cain's staff began to glow a dull amber. Energy surged and corruscaded through Cain's nerves and veins and lanced through his fist as he violently punched the air in front of him. A laughable gesture were it not for the red lightning and yellow flame that sprang forth and lanced for greenskins pushing hard at the battle line.<br><br>Continuing his march, Cain made a beeline to where he thought the Commissar was, though he could not see the man. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomeGuy</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 04:00:24</strong>
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				<strong>Inquisitor Gaius Metalus, Bridge of Retribution Class Battleship <em>Divine Light</em></strong><br><br>The bridge was frantic with activity, though Gaius and his retinue were as removed from it as you could be. He was an intimidating figure, clad head to toe in dark green, almost black, carapace armor and heavy robes, an obsidian rod hanging on the left of his waist and an ornate pistol on the right. Likely the most intimidating item was a small symbol, that was not even visible currently, but knowing it was there was enough for most people. Stored away under the carapace armor was his Rosette, gene-locked and carrying some of the most advanced data-probes in the Imperium. Listening to the report about the generatorium, Gaius stared intently at the captain for a few moments, before sweeping his gaze over the Bridge and then back to the captain and Bracker. "I will see to it personally, I know the good General has things well in hand here." Gaius turned to leave, his retinue falling into place around him. The zealot Enos to his left and the veteran warrior Rothber to his right, just behind him Hector and the silent assassin matching the pace. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 20:24:09</strong>
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				<strong>Victor Orestes, recovering in the rear of the battle lines </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Victor had watched the first ork go down, pleased that his rounds had finally punched deep enough into the thick hide to drop the ugly brute to the decking. What he hadn’t counted on was the intelligence of the ork, keeping back a step to let its fellow soak up most of the shots. As the ork fell, the second appeared behind it, rushing forward and closing the small gap between it and Victor.<br><br>Keeping a level head, Victor has swung his gun up, means to punch a dozen rounds into the approaching ork’s face but he hadn’t counted on it covering the ground so quickly. Before he could utter a curse, the breath was blasted from him by a heavy boot that seemed to lift him cleanly from the ground and then he was flying. It was a short but lofty height he discovered a moment later when he landed hard upon the decking.<br><br>Eyes watering and mouth gasping for air, he shifted to his side to try and ease the weight on his diaphragm so that it would work a bit better. Glancing around, he spotted the ork closing in before its face suddenly seemed to explode in a spray of blood and gore, the lifeless body crumpling to the decking in a heap. Offering a breathless prayer for the Emperor’s protection, he managed to roll to his knees, gulping in great mouthfuls of air to try and get his body functioning properly. It felt as if half his ribs were cracked but he doubted he had the time to check. Scanning the surging wave of green against the barricades, he kept his kneeling position, hefting his lasgun up and sighting in a few more targets before he began to squeeze the trigger rapidly, knowing that the best thing he could do know was pour fire into the wave and hope that it either stalled for a moment or provided cover for his fellows. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>30-03-2011, 22:06:17</strong>
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				Vixen knelt nearby to the stormtrooper, "Are you injured? I'd rather not have a cripple in my line of sight..." She growled as her arm swung from under the camo cloak to pick up her long-las. "If you need cover to get to the back ranks I will give it to you. But make up your mind quick, I got a Ork boss on my checklist." She finished before stepping away from the stormtrooper, trying to get a bead on the largest ork, and to take a careful shot at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 07:53:34</strong>
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				Augur Trimaine, In the Battle at the Left Flank<br><br>Trimaine praed his thanks to the Emperor as he saw the greenskin fall to his bayonet. He yanked it out of its jaw and heard in the din of the battle the Ogryns praising the Emperor. He had never been so glad to hear the voice of an Ogryn before and thanked the Emperor again that someone had called in for support. "For the Imperium of Man!" He yelled at the top of his lungs as he began firing into the dense thickness of the Ork tide. He stood there trying to not take a step back, but relectantly knew that staying here as a bulwark would get himself killed and began to take small steps back towards the whine of the hellguns the Stormtroopers were using.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:36:51</strong>
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				Stanley had known better than to strike up a conversation with the last group he'd had to transport. The small vehicle (http://img.directindustry.com/images_di/photo-p/battery-powered-shuttle-cars-383531.jpg) he drove was one of many that traveled from one end of the ship to the other. It along with the others like it was the fastest way to get to opposite ends of the ship and as such his normal loads were either cargo, armsmen, or important officers and officials. The cargo never made for good conversation because the only ones usually overseeing it were either servitors or techpriests. Armsmen were usually alright, they tended to be willing to talk a bit and at the very least not simply sit in silence. And the officers and officials....well that was what he was guessing he just finished transporting. Their had been one Naval Officer and four other people out of uniform. In addition to them there had been about half a dozen Sisters of Battle. He'd recognized them from the murals and stories that he'd seen and heard as a boy. They were supposedly as deadly as they were beautiful...and if that was true he had no desire to anger them. And so for the entire trip he'd simply focused on his controls and not even looked in their direction. Once they'd arrived at the stop which lead to the generatorium his 'cargo' had departed and he'd been ordered by the Naval Officer to await their return. <br><br><hr>As their group left the line of sight of the naval rating Asaid Virenus (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/7/78/Asaid_Virenus.jpg), allowed herself to relax and retake her normal form. It wouldn't have done for the man to see her for what she was and so before the transport had arrived she'd taken the form of a male navy officer. He'd been easy enough to dupe but now that he was no longer with them she knew she'd be able to move much better in her 'natural' form. <br><br>As she followed the Inquisitor down the halls towards their objective she silently took stock of the situation. There was an unknown disturbance occurring in the generatorium, the previous group sent to investigate hadn't responded, and now they were investigating. Along with them was a small squad of 6 Sisters of Battle, each clad in power armor and armed with a standard issue bolter. With the exception of one who was armed with a flamer, and another who Asaid took to be the group's leader. <br><br>As they drew ever closer to their destination Asaid could instinctually&nbsp; feel something was wrong, she wasn't sure exactly what but there was something amiss. Where their should have been motion and noise there was only an eerie silence. She knew that by now they should be able to easily hear the men and women working in the generatorium....<br><br><hr> <br><br>Stanley was sneaking a drink from his flask of cheep amasac when he died. He did not hear it, he did not see it, in fact he did not even realize he was dying before the life faded from him entirely and he was nothing more than an inert body. By the time his flask landed on the ground his blood was already spilled and mixing with the amascac as it poured from the flask<br><br><hr><br>Things came together in&nbsp; Asaid's head a moment before it was too late. She did not have the time to shout out a warning, nor did she have time to eliminate the attackers all she had was time to see to the duty that the Callidus temple had given her. In one quick fluid motion she lunged at the Inquisitor knocking him aside and ducking down just as a silent projectile tore through the air where his head had been a split second earlier. In one smooth motion she drew her neural shredder and was firing in the direction where the shot had come from. All this took less than three seconds, because on the 4th second all hell broke loose. <br><br>From somewhere in the hallway (http://img211.imageshack.us/img211/750/techhall5dn.jpg) that the Inquisitor and Battle Sisters were walking down a voice could be heard. A voice filled with inhuman beauty and malice beyond description that seemed to touch not only the senses but the mind itself... <strong><em>"Eradicate them all! We can not tolerate their filthy presence here!"</em></strong> Before the voice had even begun to fade a storm of silent near imperceptible projectiles filled the air from the other side of the opened doorway. Several of the projectiles struck one of the Sister's of Battle driving her from her feet with holes in her head, chest, arms, and legs. The sound of an electric discharge and light footsteps could be heard from behind the group. In that same instant the sounds' creators (http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/1/15840/1102876-warp_spider_squad_super.jpg) unleashed sheets of razor sharp mesh which tore into the back of another sister, this one taking cover before it was too late. And from above shadowy shapes could be seen moving amongst the exposed pipes just before they dropped into the midst of the Sisters, the Inquisitor and his retinue. As they fell the shadows which seemed to cover them dissipated and revealed the true form of the attackers (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/a/a8/Scorpion_art.jpg).<br><br>The investigation party was under attack, and not by mere orks...they were assailed by those with a far more specific purpose. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 13:31:30</strong>
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				<strong>Commissar Aldous Glanville, Drop Zone 3</strong><br><br>"Ooof!"<br><br>Aldous falls backwards, his wind knocked out of him by the force of the strike. Stumbling over a crack in the deck plate, he falls flat on his back, choking and gasping for breath. For a moment, he is helpless; through his shock at the speed of the greenskin some small part of his mind tells him that he is done for, that now the Ork will make his move.<br><br>It is the Bonehead that saves him, stepping in from the side to divert the attention of the Warboss. As the two fight, Aldous recovers, rising to his his feet and picking up his fallen sword. The blow, although strong, failed to penentrate his carapace armour; whilst succeeding to bruise Glanville's pride and body, the attack has failed to knock him out of action.<br><br>Keeping silent to avoid the attention of the Ork for as long as possible, the Commissar charges back into the fray, humming power sword directed at the flank of the unsuspecting xeno as he attacks the Bonehead's opponent from a different angle.<br><br><strong>Battle Brother Telemachus, Kill Kroozer Engine Room</strong><br><br>Although without its power-klaw, the Deff Dread is still a serious opponent, and Telemachus is forced to side-step to stabilise himself after the force of the blow from the gun barrel. His attack does not cease for an instant, however; thrusting his arms through the machine's hull breach, he unleashes the full force of his weaponry at the vulnerable driver within.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 13:54:42</strong>
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				Eclypsia was watching the area around her as they marched, something didn't seem right. She could smell witches, filth that they were. But before she could get a grasp of the situation their team was under assault. "Sisters, Protect the inquisitor, Suffer not the witch to live!" She called out, three of the sisters placing their bolters and flamer behind them, letting lose fire on the Warp spiders, while the remaining sister took a defensive line on the front, as Eclypsia stepped forward, her power sword humming, if the scorpions would show themselves to have a sense of honour, not that they did, she would meet them at their specialty, in close combat. Her inferno pistol ready to take shots towards their approach. the large gauss of fire sent forward towards the advancing foe. "Burn the heretic!" As the sisters fire began to set lose in all directions, not allowing the filthy witches near their paremiter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SomeGuy</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 19:28:57</strong>
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				Muttering a quick thanks to Asaid before leaping to his feet and drawing his weapons having heard what was going on, "<strong>Foul xenos scum!</strong> I suspected the timing was far to convenient." Seeing a Sister had fallen serves to further enrage Gaius. "You dare harm the servants of His will?!" Gaius moves over to the remaining Sisters, and lashes out at the nearest Eldar with the Null Rod and takes a shot at another with his inferno pistol as he goes.&nbsp; Enos and Rothber both draw their weapons, a combat shotgun and bolt pistol &amp; chainsword respectively, and engage the Eldar, while Hector being his usual helpful self mostly mutters quietly to himself about vivisection, occasionally bursting into giggles, though he does draw his needle pistol. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 10:48:14</strong>
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				<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Battle lines</strong><br><br>No sooner had he gotten two rounds chambered into his shotgun was he suddenly surprsied to see a Ork choppa come whistling by his head, a decapitating swing for sure if the Ork that wielded the choppa could actually aim, but the swing still had in affect on Pontius even if he hadn't been struck. He fell backwards onto his back, thinking the weapon was going to hit him at first, and so found himself almost at the mercy of the Ork, almost. He closed the compartment to his shotgun that housed its rounds and aimed upwards at the approaching Ork. "Eat lead greenskin bastards." he shouted and fired off the two rounds that he had in hopes of blasting the Orks head off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 21:16:47</strong>
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				<strong>Kill Kroozer Engine Room</strong><br><br>Flames erupted from Telemachus's heavy flamer spilling across the the Deff Dread and into the gaping hole in it's hull. The sound of the ork pilot's enraged screams could be heard through the speakers which it normally used to communicate with the world. The Deff Dread took a shuddering step back, then a second. Then it fell to the ground, toppling over onto its side, smoke issuing from every crack, vent, and hole in its armor. <br><br>Through out the engine room this situation of the Deff Dread was mirrored by the other greenskins. Several orks lay strewn about the floor of the room. The Assault and Tactical squads had made good of the relative safety that the orks' focus on the Terminators had bought them. One killa kan was blown to bits, unable to withstand the missiles fired into it, the other had turned tail and run. It's gretchen pilot overcome with fear.&nbsp; <br><br><hr><br>As Uggor was pushed back by 2 Assault Marines in front of him he saw what had become of his boyz, most of them were dead and the few that weren't were taking cover more than shooting or fighting back. Da big humies had taken um by surprise and now there wasn't much left of them. Driving his power klaw into the chest of the marine to his right Uggor shouted out "We'z done 'ere boyz!....Every ork for his-self!" <br><br>His order was followed by a loud clap as his kustom telyporta activated, instantly transporting him, and the air around him to the door that lead out of the engine room. As soon as he stepped through the large door it began to slowly close behind him. Even though he had ordered his boyz to escape it was obvious he wasn't about to let the Space Marines give chase to him. With their only real route of escape cut off the Orks were trapped...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Urbanzorro</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 17:36:59</strong>
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				The super heated blasts from Augur's plasma gun burnt through the bodies of every ork they came into contact with. Flesh and metal were vaporized and liquefied as if they were nothing at all. But even despite this fact the greenskins refused to fall back. As one ork fell to Augur's weapon, a gaping burnt hole in it's torso, another lunged at him. This one smart enough to use its own weapon as it charged. The crudely constructed pistol kicking in the beast's hand as it fired it's solid slugs at the guardsman.&nbsp; While most of it's shots went wide one found it's mark impacting with Augur's armor and pushing through to his shoulder, a moment later the ork was on him. Swinging it's knife in a diagonal strike which didn't seem to be aimed at any specific part of Augur's body but rather simply at him. <br><br><hr><br>The shotgun boomed and kicked in Pontius's hands as it discharged the first, and then second round at its target.&nbsp; In such close quarters there was only one possible result; the double cones of metal tore into the greenskin and shredded it. The beast was blown off its feet and onto the ground. Dead without even time to react. Another ork ran right past Pantius as he lay on the floor, the xeno firing it's pistol at a guardsman with a plasma gun before moving in to close combat. <br><br><hr><br>Inside the scope of Vixen's long-las the world outside of the small tunnel and cross-hairs seemed to cease to exist, the sounds of battle dimmed. The gunshots, shouts, and clash of weapons faded away. As she panned the battlefield she was treated to many different sights. The face of guardsman unlucky enough to be separated from his legs, the bulging almost inhuman bicep of an orgryn smashing it's weapon into the skull of an ork,&nbsp; Pyrist Cain using his powers to kill xenos scum, and finally the body, and head Grimgul, the lead ork, as he did battle with the ogryn B.O.N.E. Head. She now needed but to rely on her skills, take the shot, and pray that it did not miss.<br><br><br><hr><br>As Vixen attempted to line up her shot one of the lead ork's body guards seemed to finally take notice of her. Something clicked in the brute's head as it realized that she was a sniper. Bearing it's maw of teeth in challenge the xeno began to charge towards her. The autogun like weapon, a shoota in ork terms, in its hand began to chatter loudly as it attempted to kill Vixen. Its aim was horrible as shots spattered all around her, and Victor who was still kneeling near her and as fate would have it was between the sniper and her would be killer. <br><br><hr><br>The commissar's blade struck true, driving into the side of the unsuspecting xeno. The arcane power coursing through the weapon serving to help the sword pierce armor and flesh as well as to instantly cauterize the wound. While many of the wounds that the massive ork had sustained thus far hadn't even been strong enough to truly register in it's brain, this one was. With a mixture of grunt and wordless roar Grimgul rounded on Aldous, his blade covered arm digging a large gash into the B.O.N.E. head as he did. What ever sense of 'sport' had been limiting Grimgul's actions was gone now, replaced with a simple mixture of pain and animal rage. Continuing the swipe that had torn into the ogryn, Grimgul drove his blade arm upwards in a vicious uppercut strike designed to rip the commissar in two from groin to skull. <br><br><hr><br>As the blow from the ork was about to connect the beast was struck by the first of what would most likely be many blasts of psychic power. Arcs of lighting coursed across it's body as the attacks of Pyrist made their mark. The ork stumbled to the side, reeling from the raw power of the psychic onslaught. Batting it's arms futilely as it tried to ward off the powers of the combat psyker. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheDon</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 23:44:22</strong>
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				<strong>Battle Brother Telemachus, Engine Room</strong><br><br>"Secure the exit!"<br><br>The retreat of the Ork Mekboy does not go unnoticed, and the Terminator has no desire to be sealed off from the rest of the ship. Knowing he lacks the speed to pass through the door, he directs a terse order down the comm.-link to his brothers in the Assualt squad, aware that the Terminator and Tactical squads possess enough fire to exterminate the rest of the greenskins without assistance.<br><br>Deff Dread fallen, Telemachus now directs his firepower at the retreating Killa Kan. He is certain that the Assualt Squad will secure the exit way with the help of their jump-packs, but seeks to ensure that no Ork war-machine is going to be trapped in the engine room with the Astartes no matter what.<br><br><strong>Commissar Aldous Glanville, Drop Zone 3</strong><br><br>Aldous snarls as his blade sinks home, but his triumph is short-lived, as the Warchief reacts quickly and with deadly intent. As the blade arm swings round towards him, the Commissar is sure he's seen his last, his own weapon sweeping round all-too-slowly to parry the strike. <br><br>Then the wyrd arrives, psychic attacks driving back the xeno. Aldous does not hesitate; aware of the dangers of getting in the way of the new onslaught, he lets his chainsword fall, drawing his plasma pistol in one smooth movement to add its intense firepower to the barrage the warchief is now subjected to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>uoheinrich</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 01:40:11</strong>
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				Augur Trimaine, remnants of the Left Flank<br><br>"By the Throne!" He exclaimed as he felt the slug penetrate his body. He could feel time slow down as his adrenaline began to kick in, the pain causing a huge spike. He could see men and women dieing around him, slowly seeing the faces of fear, hatred, pain, and hundreds of other emotions seemed to stand out. But soon he brought himself back when he heard an explosion and he saw the Ork lunge at him. He did the only thing he could do, he jumped to the side just before he shot at the Ork.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 05:09:18</strong>
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				<strong>Victor, left flank, supporting the sniper?</strong><br><br>Victor was watching the tide, unleashing round after round of his hotshot lasgun into the press of bodies. It truly was difficult to tell what impact he was doing as the sea of green seemed to merely absorb his shots and continue to press forward at the scattered barricades.<br><br>Screams of death and weapons discharges filled the air around him but he held his resolve and continued to punish the orks for every inch that they seemed to desire. Noticing movement to the right of him, he glanced over to notice one of the green brutes gazing in his direction… or was it looking past him. Victor could swear he saw the rusty gears inside its tiny brain turning and he almost wondered what on terra it was even considering in this blood swirl of battle.<br><br>Deciding not to give the ork the chance to find out its long stream of though, Victor rose to his feet and brought his gun snug to his shoulder. With a smirk, he sighted in the beasts ugly face, aiming between those bloodshot eyes, focusing on the diminutive brain that seemed to be getting far too much use. His finger snapped the trigger thrice, las energy flying forth towards the ork. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Silk</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 10:49:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Vixen noticed that the stormtrooper she saved was now repaying the favor and holding off the ork while she took her shot, geuss it was a good thing she saved him after all, especially since reliable help like that was hard to come by. taking bead on the Ork boss, she muttered her small mantra "One swift motion, no hesitation" as she took the shot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 00:39:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<strong>Pyrist Cain, IG Landing Zone, Front Lines</strong><br><br>Riding the psychic radiance of combat, Cain kept at the monstrous ork, each blast trying to keep the brute off balance. "All shall fall before the Imperium of Man!" Having found the Commissar and the B.O.N.E.-head, Cain moved to stay away from their melee struggle with the ork, but assist as he could at range. He could feel the intents of the Commissar and the sniper as flits of anger and rage, while they strove to take the beast's head, Cain tried to mentally reached *into* the ork and crush its hearts.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Intrepid Crusade(IC)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kevben Battleheart</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 02:45:58</strong>
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				<strong>Pontius "Iron Gut" Condis, Battle lines</strong><br><br>Pontius grinned wickedly as he watched the twin shots tear through the greenskin, spilling its xeno blood upon the deck with grim satisfaction. It was one greenskin they wouldn't have to dealt with. Struggling to get back up on his feet, Pontius saw another Ork go running by him and towards another fellow guardsmen. He quickly got his feet solidly on the metal deck before he began to chase after the Ork, taking his shotgun and wielding it as a club as he didn't bother to reload it at the moment and charged after the Ork with a silent scream on his lips. That was until he saw the guardsmen fire off a plasma gun in the Orks direction and Pontius found himself praying that the shot doesn't miss and hit him as he aimed to strike the greenskin in the back of the head.
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