40KRP: TMC: Chapter 4 - WAAAAAAAAGGHH!!!

[Gree]

The Eagle Claws reacted instantly, the assualt squads withdrawing from combat at the astartes formed into a circle, blasting away at the orks, each shot killing a greenskin. Dreadnoughts and daevastator squads prepped heavy weapons and opened fire at a single point in the ork line at the behest of Basiclus, hoping to thin the xenos numbers at that spot in order to affect a breakout.

Missles and heavy bolters tore into the rear outer part of the ork circle, it was the weakest point because it was the farthest point that the orks had to travel. Fire burning from thier jump packs the assualt squads moved twords that point, hoping ot smash a breach through.

''Emperor's Light'' Basiclus saids. ''This is the captain, requesting thunderhawk support.'' After a few seconds the vox came back to life. ''Coming brother-captain, 'hawks are in route''

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

"What the hell is going on?!" roared Lenk. The holo image before him flashed red as the previous triumphant charge of the infantry started turning into a massacre. There was a clatter as the servitors inputted the data from the sentry towers. In moments a nearly previously clear field was now cover in a mass of enemy icons.
"Well over twenty thousand Orks," Bethnar said frantically reading through the incoming reports, "including heavy and assault infantry, bikes and trucks and dreadnoughts, or their versions of them."
"Recall them!!" bellowed Lenk to one of the vox officers but Bethnar shook his head,
"It's too late sir. That bastard had it all planned. They've deployed a holding force behind the line using their transports. If anything that force is stronger than those in front of the line. They consist of some of the most heavily armoured troops, no doubt to ensure they can't retreat though a small group of them are starting to assault head towards the Alpha Gate."
"What is the status of the Alpha Gate?" Lenk asked, his face a mask of worry.
"Closed but not yet secured, as to enable a fast retreat if necessary."
"Secure it." Bethnar turn in shock, his face grey,
"But sir, if we secure it there will be no way we can open in time if any of our troops make it through, surely...."
"I said secure it! We can't risk it being breached. Do want to loose the city? "
"But-"
"That is an order Bethnar! Question me again and you will be charged with treason." The atmosphere in the strategium was tense, both men matching glares but finally Bethnar lowered his head.
"As you command Milord."

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General Vosklar has just heard from the sentry tower when Darius's vox came through. Swearing he grabbed hold of his comms officer,
"Sound the alert! I want this lot ready to move out in five minutes!" Nodding nervously the young man sat down as the General responded to the Colonel.
"I've just heard Darius. Aim all the damn firepower you can at the bastards between our men and the gate, if anyone questions you tell them to speak to me. I'll speak to Lenk." Not waiting for a response he voxed through to command.
"Milord Lenk. This is General Vosklar, I have just been informed of the situation. I anticipation of your orders we are preparing to move out-"
"Belay that," Lenk's voice interrupted. Vosklar stopped in suprise, sure he had heard wrong,
"Repeat?" he queried.
"I said belay that. You are to hold your position," Lenk ordered.
"But they're getting massacred out there!" Vosklar shouted into the vox, "we need to open the Alpha Gate and deploy the rest of my armour. We can cut through and create a path of retreat-"
"I said hold your position General. We can't risk opening the Alpha Gate, it is being secured as we speak. Do you-" Vosklar shut it off in disgust as his men looked at him. He knew the were expecting him to do something. Vosklar had grown up in this city, had been here a long time before Lenk had showed up, and in many ways the men respected him more that the off worlder.
"Fuck it," he spat, "tell the men to move into position Beta42. We're going out whether that bastard likes it nor not."

Five minutes later the rumble of over a hundred tanks headed by a massive Baneblade shook the main street.
"Sir, incoming vox from Lenk," the comms officer said looking up, "what should I do?"
"Ignore it," Vosklar replied, "by the time he can do anything about it we'll be outside." Drawing up to the massive Alpha Gate he was plain it was being secured as massive adamantium rods started to slowly shoot home.
"Patch me through to the gate control room," Vosklar ordered. After a moment a rough if slightly nervous if rough sounding voice came through.
"General Vosklar. I should advise you know I have orders from Lenk not to open this gate."
"I thought you would Lieutenant, but you know I've got to go through them. Our men, our brothers are getting killed out there."
"I know sir, but I can't. I can't risk the city." Vosklar slammed his hand onto the arm of his chair in anger,
"I will ask you again, open the gates." There was a pause before the reply came back though,
"No Sir." Leaving the vox on Vosklar turned to the main gunner.
"Target the control tower." The gunner looked up in alarm,
"Sir?"
"Do it." The panicked voice of the Lieutenant came back over the vox,
"You can't do this! You wouldn't-"
"I can and I will," Vosklar replied in a low cold voice, "I would quite happily kill a coward like you to save the brave men fighting outside. You've got five seconds."
"But-"
"Four."
"-I can't-"
"Three."
"Stop!"
"Two"
"Ok! Ok! I'll open it," the Lieutenant gave in. Looking out Vosklar could see the locks slowing before starting to reverse and open.
"Thank you," he said sincerely, before voxing a broadcast to the rest of the tanks.
"This is Vosklar. What we are about to do is against orders and probably suicidal. But I know you all. I know you are honourable and loyal to your fellow man. I know unlike that bastard Lenk you, like me, would prefer to go out fighting, trying to save those brave souls out there, than hide in here like cowards." A deafening roar of approval fed back through the vox, bringing a wry grin to the generals face.
"You know what to do. Don't get sloppy out there. We go out, grab them and bring them home. Keep the chimera's covered and watch each others back."

With a throaty roar the tanks revved their engines as the massive gates before them slowly started to open.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Darius grinned as the General give him orders over the vox
"All artillary, change projectories! Take aim at that damned mass of Orks between our infantry and the city walls!"
Spinning he glanced at the Greenskins that blocked the infantry from entering the city, they where alot closer than before, perhaps abit closer and his heavy infantry could add to the fire.
"Stand by gunners!" he shouted, his orders being repeated by commissioned and file officers.
He waited until the milling Orks where at their thickest and raised an arm
"FIRE!"
The world was repeated several times and then the cannons fired.

 

[Gree]

Apothecary Claudius knelt over the body of a dead marine, extracting his geneseed; around him his battle brothers formed a wall of amethyst, so far becoming a purple and gold rock in the ork storm.

‘’Brother captain, the orks near the gate are thinning out, the Guard are breaking through’’ sergeant Lucian, an assault marine, reported over the vox-link. Basiclus turned and spotted the tanks firing, killing huge swaths of orks.

A loud WAAAAGGGHH!!! Sounded behind him as he turned around, seeing a group of armored orks charge out of several transports towards the lines, despite the hails of bolter fire the nobz and skarboyz would reach the marines.

‘’Break up through and link up with the Guard’’ Basiclus commanded, He patched in to the Guard network. ‘’Commander, my assault squads are punching through the ork survivors to my rear, I need to cover my withdrawal’’ he reported. It rankled him that twice in one day he had been humiliated by the orks and forced back into the city.

One by one each squad of astartes retreated back hurriedly to Alpha gate, under the Guard guns, along with groups of surviving Guardsmen.

Sterguard squad Fulgerion and Trajan held the rear along with Squad Laetres and Basiclus’s own command squad. Slugs impacted their armor but there was not a single casualty due to the horrible aim of the orks.

Squad Fulgerion opened up with Kraken rounds, punching through the front rankers armor with ease. The rest of the marines added their weapons fire too put it was inevitable that the nobz would get through.

The first of them chased into Squad Fulgerion. Power klaws ripped two astartes apart and a heavy choppa beheaded another marine. Sergeant Fulgerion crushed an ork skull with his power fist and smashed another xenos into death.

Basiclus and his command squad ran to the battle, the captain drawing his power sword and his men activated their power weapons, they tore into the flanks of the nobz, killing and lashing.

Basiclus’s blade cleaved into a helmeted orkish skull with ease before disemboweling another nob. The ork roared as it’s guts spilled out and smashed it’s choppa into Basiclus’ armor, which was deflected.

The captain put four rounds from his bolt pistol into the snarling pig-like face of the ork and he sliced another ork in half from shoulder to hip before holstering his pistol and fighting two handed.

In less than a minute after two more astartes died they last of the nobz were slain. Rapidly the Apothecary Claudius went to work retrieving as much geneseed as he was able form the corpses.

Nearby a charging horde of orks neared them and the Eagle Claws Returned fire, even under the writhing fire from the Guard tanks and the Eagle Claws, xenos would break through.

Then a flight of purple thunderhawks roared overhead, blasting their nose-mounted battle cannons and missiles into the heart of the ork attackers, countless dozens of orks perished as Apothecary Claudius finished his work and the Eagle Claws rearguard broke off into a run towards the Alpha gate.

 

[Get of W'soran]

Ademus watched as the Orks that stood between the Imperial forces and the Cities gate where bombarded by the Cities cannons and likewise had the rear forces of Imperials targeted the mass of Orks in an attempt to destroy, however Ademus was less than certain if such a large number could be easily destroyed.
The Librarian was now armed with both Gladius and staff and spun around to slash the throat of a charging Ork and then smashed his Staff into the side of another Greenskin's head, the psychic blast channeled through the weapon obliterating the creatures skull.
Terminators fired madly, their thick armour deflecting most of the Ork weaponfire...
most....
For even as they battled one fell his chest tore open by some particularly powerful weapon shot.

"Back!" roared Ademus to his surviving brothers and then with a glance over his shoulders at the Imperial Guard behind him he shouted another order
"Fire!"
The ensuing volley of laserfire tore foremost orks to shreds, but more followed.
"Fire at will!"
This is getting tiresome he thought angrily
Sheathing his sword the Librarian swept a disgarded Lasgun of the ground and began firing it at point blank range whilst using his staff on any Orks that got too close.
At the same time he gathered his Psyker Power's just incase.

 

[Boo]

The roaring sound of a chainsword made Asger open his eyes again. Sergeant Gerogg stood in front of him sawing the ork in half. Blood splattring all over the guardsmen.

"I told you I would look after you, now pick up your rifle and start fighting again!"

The sergean turned towards the ork horde again and ran towards the next man in need of help. Asger shook his head and picked up his lasgun. As he looked up he saw an enourmous ork approach him with a sly grin on his face, the beast was armed with a huge choppa and sported several throphies, heads and helmets, hanging about him in crude chains. Terrified Asger opened fire. His lasgun finding it's mark, but the ork just shrugged and broke out in a charge against him. Asger lowered his rifle to meet the foe head on. Their eyes met for a brief second, time seemed to slow down. He swallowed down hard again.

Suddenly he roared at the top of his lungs and lunged forward with his bayonet.

It was to be the last thing Asger Walek ever did.

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Allectus spun around to decapitate yet another ork. His brothers knee deep in fallen, many of his marines were now wounded in several places, some were standing on their knees, but still kept up the fire. The way of retreat were cut of, the guard that had charged out of the gates with them were almost all dead. Things were looking grim indeed.

He reloaded his pistol and shot the closest ork. He and his terminators fighting their way through the masses of orks. Suddenly brother Julion were bashed aside, his massive body enclasped in tactical dreadnought armour flung aside as if he were just a child. Julion stood up, unharmed but shaken, several feet away but were almost immediatly swarmed by orks. Allectus snapped his head to the left and saw what had attacked Julion. It was a massive ork. Ten feet tall, at least, a massive monster of muscles and violence, swinging a large choppa. The green hide seemed pitted and scared from a life of battle. It also sported a huge pair of tusks, poking out from it's mouth, nearly poking its eyes. As some kind of protection the beast wore crude metal plates, painted green to match its green skin. On his back, he wore a pole of some kind, with a blaphemous idol mounted on top.


Allectus grunted. This had to be the ork general. He had to be dealt with in order to scatter the horde. He pointed his power sword at the beast. The ork roared and charged. Allectus took aim with his pistol and shot twice, but both just bounced of the orks thick hide. It swung its choppa around to cut Allectus in his unguarded left but he easily deflected the blow with his power sword. This seemed to be what the ork expected and kicked Allectus in the arm, almost making the marine drop his power sword. The two combatants moved back and cirkled each other, vary of the others strenght. The ork attacked first, lunging towards the space marine in an attempt to catch Allectus in his belly with his huge choppa. The attack was sudden and quick, but expected, as the captain simply parried the blow, this time he waited for the next punch before he did his move.

The ork growled and attacked again, as Allectus expected, but it came from an surprising angle, despite his huge body the ork moved fast and head butted Allectus before he had a chance to react. He could feel his helmet crack as the ork forehead connected with his own. To his luck the sturdy helmet he wore saved him. But still, the attack knocked out the helmets built in autosenses and blurred Allectus vision. He staggered backwards, and just caught a glance between the blurs of the choppa being raised above the orks head and brought down towards his skull. He dodged to the left and ripped of his own helmet at the same time.

He spun around to attack the orks unguarded right and made a quick stab. The power weapon found its mark and he drew blood. The ork bellowed in pain and followed up his headattack by bringing his choppa around to cut Allectus arm of. The captain parried the blow and took a few catuious steps back. Licking his lips, he could taste his own blood.

This one would not go down easily.

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

As the massive admantium gates opened the suppressing firepower of the walls batteries managed to keep the most of the Ork’s at bay. One of the more insane of them though rushed forward, somehow managing to dodge the multitude of shots that came form above. Running faster he let out a howl of glee as he saw the open path before him, when suddenly he skidded to a halt. A second later he was blown to pieces as a round from the main cannon Vosklar’s Baneblade hit him.

The massive tank roared through the gate, its main cannons and sponson guns blazing at the Ork horde in front of it. Behind came the rest of the amoured division, in two columns of rumbling death.

“Prepare to punch through!” General Vosklar commanded over the vox, “Once the passageway has been formed hold the line until the clear word is given. Do me proud men.”

Looking down from the walls above the charging tanks were an impressive site. Speeding towards the Ork hordes their heavy front armour shrugged of the blaze of shoota rounds that came their way, before smashing into the greesnskins. The Baneblade didn’t even slow as its tracks crushed many beneath them, leaving a trail of broken and bloody bodies in its wake.
The Leman Russ tanks followed suit, main cannons firing ordnance shells. In minutes the tightly packed armoured spear had thrust its way through the Ork force, killing hundreds in the process. As the Baneblade reached the surrounded imperial forces the trail of tanks behind it suddenly changed formation.
Both columns’s made a ninety degree turn to either their left or right respectively, pushing outwards until they formed a passageway between, wide enough to two Chimera’s to fit down side by side, and that was the General’s plan. From the city a company of Chimera carriers shot down the artificial passage, ready to pick up the guards and Astartes. Realising what was happening the Ork’s redoubled their efforts, pushing towards the tanks through the punishing fire. Bringing down their dozer blades the tanks presented a united front, the different variants selecting optimum targets for their firepower.
The Executioners were most effective, twin-linked heavy bolters and autocannons cutting swathes through enemy. But the battle cannons and heavy plasma cannons also proved to be deadly, managing to deter more than one charge.
Rising from the top hatch Voskler took stock of the situation. His plan had taken the Ork’s by surprise as hoped, and the long passageway had been formed. Now was the hard part, keeping it clear enough to retreat along.
“Raoin, this is Voskler, report.”
“Good to hear you General,” came the crackled reply, “decided to join in the fun?”
“Something like that,” Voskler replied dryly, “We’re here to get you all back in one piece. Carriers are starting to pick up the infantry now, how are your forces holding out?”
“Could be better,” Raoin admitted, “all the Hellhounds are gone. A third of the Demolishers have been put out of action, though a couple are still managing to fire their main cannon.” Vosklar feared it would be as much, but it was still enough.
“I need you to act as rearguard. Hold a retreating line as the infantry pull back, once they are all loaded you lot are next in. Understood?”
“Aye sir, don’t worry about us.”

The first of the Chimera’s had arrived, opening up their rear doors. The first onboard were the many wounded that still stood a chance of surviving. As one carrier filled upped it closed its hatches and gunned back down towards the city. Satisfied Vosklar saw one of the marine Captain’s nearby and saluted as he approached,
“Captain Basiclus I presume? I am General Vosklar. We’re aiming to get you all out as fast as we can but it’s going to take time. What condition are your forces in?”

 

[Gree]

''We are fine General'' Basiclus said smoothly. ''The xenos has slain some of my brothers, but the majority are in fighting condition, we are all still ready to fight'' the marine captain said. He pointed to the large forms of the thunderhawks ahead.

''I also have gunship support for use''

 

[Disciple of Nagash]

The main cannons on the Baneblade fired again and again as the tanks attempted to keep the green horde at bay. Over half of the guard had been transported back via the racing Chimeras, but the task was getting harder and harder.
After the initial attack the Orks had redoubled their efforts, attempting to breach the armoured line and stop the withdrawal. Guns blazing the crews held their ground as bolters, lascannons, battlecannons, plasma cannons and other assorted weaponry spat death. Yet even that was not enough.
“Breach!” The cry came down the vox from The Fear, a Vanquisher pattern tank approximately two thirds down the line. Grabbing hold of the vox, Vosklar looked down the line but all he could see was plume of black smoke.
“This is Vosklar. Report.”
“The Fortune has gone taking The Shadow and The Moses with it. We’re attempting to cover the breach but there’s too many!”
“Keep that area secured!” Vosklar commanded, “Reinforcements are on their way!” Hanging up he leant back inside to his vox officer,
“Contact the wall. Give them the co-ordinates of the breach and them to the concentrate whatever they can spare there.” Not giving the officer time to respond the General climbed back out, leaping down the side of his tank in the direction of Captain Basiclus. The marine was issuing orders to his troops before rejoining the battle, and looked down as the smaller human came running up.
“Captain Basiclus. We need one of your Thunderhawks to cover a breach in the line. We still have half of the troops to transport and we cannot risk the greenskin bastards breaking through.”

Suddenly the ground shook, once, twice then again. It carried on, a regular thud that caused the earth beneath their feet to tremble. From the jungle the sky darkened for a second as a massive flock of birds too flight. A cracking sound could be heard over the din of battle as one of the ancient trees, nearly a thousand feet tall, was pushed to aside as something forced its way through. Eyes open wide the General’s mouth dropped as the Gargant moved into view.
“Oh shit.”

 

[Get of W'soran]

Darius let out a string of courses as he saw the Gargant glancing around he saw Illarius running past he grabbed the young man by the shoulder
"Order whatever forces can give cover fire to the armour out there, give them time to secure their breach in the line!" hissed the Colonel.
The junior officer nodded nervously and sprinted off again.
Glancing around he felt his stomach drop, he liked artillary placements because they where safe and this was getting abit dangerous. Turning to his left he saw his psykers muttering to himself
"Well Nelrin...any insight into the matter?" he asked
"Death comes" whispered the Psyker
The colonel sighed
"As helpful as always" he muttered.

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Lighting flew forth from the Librarians staff, felling many orks, but more just came onward.
Ademus had falled back through the ranks of the Imperial guard letting them in the coldest sense "soak up the fire".
It would be illogical to allow himself and the few terminators at his disposal to fight on the very front where orks practically swarmed over Imperial forces but still...it hurt his sense of nobility and honour to do so.
He had seen the approach of the great Ork weapon, the Gargant.
Closing his eyes he reached forth into the source of his power
Every Ork mind screamed out in bloodlust, to destroy, to crush, to kill!
Ademus shivered at the thoughts and pushed them away, instead he reached out to touch the only other telepath he could find, the imperial Nelrin.
"Death comes my friend, we must be careful and exact in our strike against this horde! When the time comes I may need your assistance" he whispered to the Psykers mind before pulling back.
Opening his eyes he sighed and leant warily on his staff and looked around, seeing the commanding Astartes Captain Basiclus he pulled back trying to make his way towards his current superior.

 

[Ghouly]

"Waaaaaagh!" Kylsnik roared as he pumped his fist into the air as the Gargant stomped into view. "See dat beakie!! You iz gonna git stomped flat!" the Ork thundered, as he turned to face his opponent.
"I iz Kylsnik Ironhead an' dis 'ere Planet iz mine!" he roared. Allectus barely had time to brace himself, as the Ork hurled himself against the marines defence. Growling the Ork rain down blow after blow upon the Marine, each feeling as if they would break the Marines arm. With a hungry bellow, a huge green ball of Orkoid fungi hurled itself at Allectus, digging its fangs into the Marines power armour.
"Good 'un Irontoof!" Kylsnik bellowed, as he raised his choppa above his head to smash the Marines head in.

 

[Warlock593]

Sayru stepped out of the Webway onto the planet’s soil, feeling the wind’s breeze flowing past him. As his feet touched lightly the ground, he saw the besieged imperial fortress being hammered at by what seemed an endless horde of foul greenskins. Towering over them was an enormous war machine, all guns blazing at the fortresses walls. The eldar could smell the orc stench from where he was and wrinkled his nose, as he was about 5 miles from the battleground. He looked around him, seeing that he was situated on a hill.
He started to move when suddenly he heard grunting and swearing by deep gravely voices. Sayru, turned around see to half a dozen orks equipped with all manners of demolission devices. They were obviously attempting to outflank the enemy lines. They passed by him without noticing him, concealed by his cameleoline cloak.
Slowly, he undid the safe from his rifle, and waited until they were halfway down the hill.

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Snukrik cursed as he once again tripped over a clump of earth:
“Wy dit wa ‘af to do da esplosif misson? Da snots coud’v done dat...”
“Shut up ya runt, Snukrik, da boss wants us to do da mission and dats dat!”
“But...” the ork stopped as its pair in front to him crumpled to the ground, a hole in the back of its skull leaking with brain matter.
“ATTAC....” he attempted to yell, until he was silenced by another rifle round.
The rest of the orks scattered, as yet another one was downed by their unknown attacker, its head no more than a mere pile of gore and matter sprayed across the planet’s ground.

 

[Boo]

Allectus shuffled back as the ork raised the huge choppa over its head. Luck was on his side though, as a stray bullet caught Irontoof in the belly. The little ball of fangs lost its grip and scuffled back towards the warboss.

The ork bellowed in rage and attacked, swinging the choppa in wide arcs, each one capable of cutting a man in half. The marine ducked the first blow, parried the second, tripped over a dead guardsman to avoid the third. However, the ork pressed the attack, intent on pinning the marine captain to the ground.

As the ork was about to deliver the killing blow, fate intervened. From the sky a mortar shell fell between the two combatants, the resulting explosion hurling them both in opposite directions. Allectus landed in the masses of guard still alive, killing several underneath his massive body. His ears still ringing from the explosion he tried to get up, as his vision grew dimmer.

"Foul... *cough*. Xeno...." He growled.