Chapter 1: Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost (IC)

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"Calm yourselves, brothers," says Samael with a hand to Fulrik's shoulder pauldron. "We are on deployment, and it is unbecoming for warriors of the Emperor to squabble amongst each other when there is work to be done."

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At Samael's words Fulrik eases off, "Aye. Ultimately you are right." Fulrik walks over to the Eagle Knight and hits him on the shoulder hard, indicating his is ready to get on with it. "Brother-Sergeant, your orders?"

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*RETCON*

Mac doesn't look up from the cartograph as he responds, "I had thought you would have killed the razorback sooner. If my faith in your abilities has affected mission success then you are free to watch me perform the ritual of the penitent rope when this mission is over." To Fulrik's angered response he replies, "Then you'll see something the likes of which you've never seen before."

He stops fiddling with the cartograph, and moves towards Darius, "Darius, the machine spirit as decided it doesn't like me, so I'm entrusting you with its care." He holds it out for the Blood Raven to take.

He looks out on the settlement of Palantine, "Most of the pigs have flooded the city, the civilians are already being slaughtered. The inner wall will fall within the hour. We need to establish vox-com with the defenders as soon as possible and figure out what their resources are, they might be useful. Maybe hearing that Astartes are here will melt the ice in their stomachs."

After hearing Fulrik's angered report on the mine and Darius' comment on bottlenecking at the canyon, "We'll head to the mine post-haste, mount the drill and earth-movers, and plow into their ranks. Then we'll draw them back to the canyon where Fulrik and Samael will remain camped at the promontories noted by the Raven. We detonate the machinery when the Orks surround it, and our Devastators will make short work of any of the razorbacks."

He points at Darius and Greeth, "That means that you two are with me as bait. Greeth will man the drill while we flank him and use our smaller earth-movers as attack platforms."

"We need to move now. Darius, you're with me on prepping the drill before Greeth's arrival at the mine. Hunters, you're stuck on foot. Is this plan understood?"

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Fulrik nods with a savage smile on his face. "Now that is more like it, Kiwi." He nods to Sam as if to say, "Are you ready," and smacks the Raptor's Gauntlet with his own.

"Sam and I will attempt to reach the defenders via our squad Vox when we get to the Canyon. I doubt we ill get them through the chaos. Darius will have a better shot reaching them with the Vox-caster though." With a look of pure joy he opens his eyes wide and joyfully say, "Well, they green bastards aren't going to kill themselves."

Hefting his launcher back onto his right shoulder he takes off at a run to the Canyon in the North.

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"Ready to move out, Brother Sergeant." replies Darius crisply.

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The three Astartes equipped with their mobile Jump Packs turn towards the mine in the West. They eye in the rising sun for a few fleeting moments before firing up their jump packs and screaming into the air, heading for the unknown depths of the mine. From the vantage point in the sky, they can see much of the surrounding area, which mostly consists of black desert sand, a few hilltops and not much else. The mine awaits them after only a few minutes of a combination of their jump packs and running, giving sufficient time for the packs to cool off. The mine is enormous, a vast hole that appears nearly a 1/2 mile or more wide, digging down deep past the black sand and rock of the planet's surface. Once they reach a close distance, they notice that it also spans downward for 1/2 a mile or more reaching towards the core of the planet. An outpost sits on the outer rim of the mines plunge through the earth, mechanical drills stuck fast to the ground, idling in the dry heat, their metallic surfaces shining from the glare of the sun bursting through the clouds. Once the team reaches the surface of the mine, near the outpost, they can see a few movable machines idling near the northern end of the outpost. Earth movers. All according to plan so far. No human life stirred in the immediate vicinity of the brothers. However, a whizzing mechanical sounds issues forth from the mine shaft, followed by clanking, and what appears to be whistling.

Fulrik and Sam started out over the vast desert, heading for the narrow canyon to the north. They sprinted, not wanting to lose to their mobile brothers heading for the mine. The armored feet of both Astartes clanked away as the desert sand gave way to rocky formations in the planet's surface, kicking up bits of stone and creating quite a noise. The two made their way to the foot of the canyon wall, looking up at the surface. It was not particularly a difficult climb, but steeper than they had imagined from the first glance at the drop pod site.

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"Let's get it, Sammy," says Fulrik, mag-locking Fyrie Wrym onto his backpack and beginning his ascent. He moves with little effort, but the Emperor and a fair amount of luck stay with him through the climb.

Movement from around the bend catches Fulrik's eye. "Contact West, Sammy!" He immediately drops the distance he had climbed and takes aim at the new threat.

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"We investigate, spread out and discern the source of the whistling. If it's not a threat, then vox and we resume our work with the earth-movers. Like the wind."

With that, Mac moves dashes from cover to cover, approaching the closest vantage point.

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The mine team makes their way through the outpost, silently dashing from cover to cover. The buildings are solid, with a wide array of colors and patterns, similar to the buildings in the far off city. Mixtures of purple, green, and white fly by, as the team rushes further into the outpost around the mine. Before long, they discover the source of the whistling. As the ground rounds a small building, probably an office of some sort, they see quite a sight. A servitor sits at his post, messing with the control panel of one of the mining instruments. This particular servitor has mechanical upgrades all over his body, wires and sensory implants run through patches of skin on his arms and legs. One of his arms has been completely replaced with a pincer-like contraption, with a small drill in the middle of it. He whistles while he works, a tune that falls flat and out of key, strangely moving around performing different tasks, unconcerned and seemingly oblivious to the absence of anyone else in the vicinity of the mine shaft. He also remains completely oblivious to the strike team, feeling completely at home in his work.

Meanwhile, as the two climbers get ready to make the ascent, Fulrik cocks his head to one side and listens. Footsteps. He immediately drops down to the ground, calling out to Sam and making sure he does the same. Around the bend, three Orks tread into sight at the same moment that the two brothers drop down to level ground. They stop dead in their tracks, grins forming over their faces. "Loo wat we got 'ere boyz," one of the orks says aloud, disturbing the moment of silence. The silence wouldn't last for long.

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Round 1


The Canyon Assault


Sam, having not seen the orks immediately, hears his brother's call and squeezes the trigger of his heavy bolter, bathing the enemy in a spray of bolt rounds. In his excitement at tearing the flesh of the Emperor's enemies, a few of Sam's shots go over the heads of the Orks. Somewhere far, far off in the distance, a small ork band sits around, bored and waiting. The missed bolts fall from the sky and explode into the lot of them, ending a few of the green scum. The other orks look around at each other, not sure what to do. After a few moments, they merely shrug and go about their business. Not all of the bullets would miss. Two of the bolt rounds slam into his right arm, failing to detonate, but doing considerable damage to the Ork. It growls as the third round hits it square in the chest. The ork's growl would be his last as his chest explodes outward, disgorging a river of partially cooked organs onto the ground, killing him instantly. Blood splashes over the other orks faces and bodies, as a wash of innards rains down all around.

Fulrik slams his Soundstrike onto his shoulder, hefting it as if it were nothing more than a lady he were taking to bed. The missile screams out of the chamber at the 2 Orks, landing a hit near the left Ork. The shrapnel blasts up from the ground and tears into the right leg of the central Ork. But the damage was not over. The blast sends shrapnel in all directions, cutting into the right Ork's arm. The flesh tears away from his arm in a magnificent display of gore. Green mists of blood rise from the fold, as the two remaining orks become a bit lighter.

WAAAAAAGH! The two Orks scream as they run forward and fire off a few rounds of their shootas. The bullets whiz by Sam and Fulrik, ore or two catching them in the armor and doing nothing as the two brothers stand together, bathing in the glory of battle.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [119/125 Bolt Rounds]; facing W. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; Soundstrike Missile Launcher; [14/16 Frag Missiles]; facing W [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out; has taken 11 damage
Ork B 10; 11m out; has taken 6 damage
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 2

The Canyon Assault

With a look that is both a grin and a sneer of derision, Samael takes aim and pulls the trigger again, sending another half dozen mass-reactive bolt shells tearing toward the ork in front of him, having already witnessed just how deftly the bolter was at exterminating the ork scum. A mist of blood settles over the other orks, sticking to their green skin and patching it just a shade darker. "Suffer not the unclean," he says through ground teeth. The bolt rounds fly towards the enemy, smoke still rising from his haphazard and quirky-looking Shoota. The Ork, having noticed the steaming innards of his brethren, knows it's time to get out of the way and deftly dodges the first 4 rounds of the bolter fire. His dodgy movements proved to fall short as one round hits him square in the side of the head, the impact causing a massive gash in his cheek. The only reason the orks head hadn't joined his brother's in oblivion was a slight malfunction in the core of the round. It had failed to explode despite the direct hit. The other round dances nicely into the green one's chest, sending spews of blood down his ragtag armor. The blast sends him sprawling backwards, sliding on the ground with dust kicking up around him, mixing in with the gore on his chest and head. During the slide, the ork thinks it's a mighty good thing those other bolt rounds missed.

Fulrik, not missing a beat in this duo's orchestrated massacre, drops to one knee, not letting more than two seconds go by as a second Fragmentation Missile is loaded into the Wyrm. He keeps both eyes open, with his right focusing on the missile launcher's targeter and his left staring directly at his target. Emperor, how he loathed the Orks. They were a disease, nearly as bad and numerous as the Tyranids except they smelled worse. "Back to Hell with you, pig," he says as he gently, almost lovingly, presses the firing rune on his weapon. The Emperor surely smiled on Fulrik this day, as he could see, with a sense of glee, the missile heading straight for the ork's massive head. However, the fragmentation missile detonates slightly in front of the ork's face, creating a resounding explosion of fire and shrapnel that echo's around the canyon's outer walls. Pieces of sharp metal litter the face of the ork, gouging out his left eye and ripping his left ear to shreds, pieces of it falling down in the heap of gore that was now the left side of his face. The force of the blast knocks the Ork off his feet, his head rebounding off the solid rock and causing him to black out for a short moment. Within that moment, the ork wonders why he never had a weapon like that one.

Rattled and shaken, deterred but not broken, the two Orks shrug off their nearly fatal wounds and manage to stand up, pieces of shrapnel falling from their bruised and broken bodies. The blood ebbs out in droves from their faces and bodies, making the next attack a surely impossible gesture. "You tink that wus enuff to bezt us, 'ummmie! the left Ork says before raising up his Shoota and taking aim, sluggishly, towards Fulrik. The bullets come forth, but to no avail as they merely patter the ground in front of the two space marines. The other ork follows suit, firing off his simple weapon. This time however, the bullets rush forward towards Samael, the Ork noticing his luck, which brings a smile to his face that melds into the gash of his cheek. The grin fades as quickly as it began, for Samaeal merely moves his arm deftly out of the way. "Fuggin 'ell,"he breathes out through his teeth.

From around the bend, two more boyz of similar height and build come rushing into the fray, seeing their brethren having quite a time of it. "What da 'ell happen to Gitz?" one of them yells out, seeing the various piles of innards all about. He then looks up at the two space marines, realizing exactly what happened to Gitz.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [113/125 Bolt Rounds]; facing W. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; Soundstrike Missile Launcher; [13/16 Frag Missiles]; facing W [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 4 critical damage to his head
Ork D 12; 15m out to the West
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 15m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 3

The Canyon Assault

Samael, noticing that the ork somehow managed to stand back up after his furious barrage, remains in position and takes aim at this green scum, thinking how foolish this ork must be to think he can take on my brother and I. He presses down on the firing rune, knowing they will find the target and smite the enemy into oblivion. The ork looks up at the incoming bolter rounds and in his mind, for a split second, he swears, "Ah fug.." before exploding outward in all directions, limbs smacking into the canyon wall, blood pouring into the air, seeping down the walls in a glorious image of death. The ammunition on his body explodes out, sending shrapnel quickly into the leg of the damaged ork beside him. He screams out in agony as the bones in his leg shatter into tiny fragments. The gore finds it's way into his shoota, clogging the firing mechanisms and rendering it effectively useless against the marines, as if it hadn't been already.

Knowing Samael better than most, Fulrik safely assumes that the steadfast Raptor will continue to hose down the wounded Orks closest to the pair; he focuses on the new threat that rounds the corner. With a flick of his thumb, he keys the selector switch on the Wyrm's firing handle. Automatically, and with good speed and reliability, an Incendiary Missile is loaded into the firing tube via his backpack ammo supply. Filled with the purest promethium and ignited by a mass-reactive plasma tip, the Incendiary Missiles were a sight to behold. Against massed enemies they were a nightmare - hell made manifest on the field of battle. Here, Fulrik knew the missile would bathe the ground in white hot fire. If it failed to kill the enemies outright, he knew it would definitely give them something to think about other than attacking he and Samael for the time being. The missile fires out towards the new Ork pair, having just realized what exactly cause all that ruckus. As the attack washes over Fulrik's targets, his skin of the badly damaged Ork crackles and turns black, peeling off, while body fat seeps out of his clothing and armor. The ork is completely encased in fire, melting his skin and popping his eyes like superheated eggs. He falls to the ground a blackened corpse. The downed carcass of the Ork catches fire, blazing, and falls to the ground, fat and blood seeping into the black sand. The other Orks have better reactions than their hurting brother and are able to avoid the raging flames of the promethium fueled missile. The impact of the blast burns at the body of Fulrik's initial target, dealing a minor blow to the foe and making him think twice about sticking around near these flames. His fellow ork brother merely jumps to the side of the blast radius, the flames leaping up and only singing his backside.

The two Orks spread out their formation and begin moving for the two space marines at a brisk pace. WAAAAAAGH! They yell out, drawing their choppas and screaming at the two brother Astartes. Wonda if dis is 'uch a gud idea, one of them thinks, but quickly shuns the thought and continues his charge.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [107/125 Bolt Rounds]; facing W. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; Soundstrike Missile Launcher; [13/16 Frag Missiles] [7/8 Incendiary]; facing W [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; 7m out to the West; has taken 3 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 4

The Canyon Assault

Samael, not giving the slightest care of the charging orks, turns his bolter in the direction of the snarling menace in front if him. It wouldn't exist in the moments that followed. Samael breathes out and squeezes the firing rune of the heavy bolter, giving the machine spirit the murder it wants. The full 6 round burst makes contact with the charging ork, its' chest exploding outward, disgorging a river of partially cooked organs onto the ground, killing him instantly. The ork simply vanishes from in front of the space marine and ceases to exist in any tangible way, entirely turning into a kind of green mist. You don’t get much deader than that.

Fulrik sees the Ork charging him and emits a great howl as he charges forward, hoping to knock the foul beast on its' back. His missile launcher still on his shoulder, he rushes to meet the greenskin head on. "Finally, a fight!" he bellows out into the vox. It would not go as planned. Either due to the volcanic sand or buckets of gore, his footing is not quite right and he fails to put his full weight behind the charge. The powerful Astartes slams into the large ork, but due to his inability to gain traction he plummets backward instead, slamming into the sandy, rocky surface at the feet of the ork.

"Aw, loo' at da lil spez mareen," the ork says as he swings down in a flurry of blows that connect with Fulrik's armor. The first attack scrapes across his chest, chipping off bits of ceramite, but not piercing through. The Ork, furious with his failed attempt, swings for the fences again. And this time he hit true. The second blow makes contact near Fulrik's armpit, finding the slightly weaker area of the armor and punching through to his body, scraping a small gash into his upper chest. Fulrik barely notices the scrape as he yells into the vox, "Sammy, hold! This one's mine!" feeling his blood rise in anger. The green scum would pay for his transgressions. His existence was about to end.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [101/125 Bolt Rounds]; facing W. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; Soundstrike Missile Launcher; [13/16 Frag Missiles] [7/8 Incendiary]; facing W [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Fulrik; has taken 3 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 5

The Canyon Assault

Knowing that to rob Fulrik of this kill would be an insult as great as any he could possibly deliver, Samael holds back and lets him have this ork. Instead, he spends a few seconds double checking to make sure there are no other surprises waiting for their chance to die by his hand. He scans the immediate area around the canyon, seeing the crevice that the 5 orks came out from. The city lies to the east, still struggling against the ork menace that floods into it. Far off, the mine can be seen and Samael can't help but wonder what is taking the mine team so long.

Just as the Ork pulls his Choppa away from Fulrik, the roaringly angry Space Wolf spits a stream of highly potent acidic spit onto the filthy creature's face, laughing as it obviously stings and singes its way across its skin. Pulling his combat blade with his right hand after having dropped his Soundstrike Missile Launcher during his fall, he picks himself up and taunts the Ork to attack him again.
"Come on then, you pussy, let's see if you have any fight left in you!"
The Ork stumbles back from the spit attack, flesh melting in places on his face, streaming blood down. In his rage, he swings out viciously catching Fulrik square in the right leg, the fury of the attack piercing the armor in the space marine's upper thigh. Fulrik feels blood seep down his leg from the wound. The Ork swings again to deliver another piercing blow, but Fulrik sidesteps him easily, avoiding the attack altogether, anger rising in his veins.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [101/125 Bolt Rounds]; facing W. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; in melee with Ork D, combat knife ready; facing W; has taken 4 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Fulrik; has taken 12 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 6

The Canyon Assault

Samael continues to view the surrounding landscape for a few lingering moments before becoming curious as to why the fight was taking Fulrik this long. He moves in for a closer look, noticing the Ork to be a bit tougher than the two of them imagined. Surely he must be the toughest, thought Samael. The others died so easily by our hands.

Fulrik flies into a rage, momentarily losing all manner of martial discipline and reverting to a very feral animalistic fighting mode. He more resembles a Wolf meeting a monster head on, jaws open and claws bared. Oddly, he thinks that an Ultramarine watching this engagement would be quite shocked and disappointed in his manner of combat, and that thought warms him to no end. With a vicious thrust from out of nowhere, he cuts low, hoping to sever arteries and impede the Ork's movements. Yet, somehow the Ork diverts the blade up into its heavily armored mid-section, causing it little more harm than taking the brunt of Fulrik's strength. Incredulously he gives Samael the briefest of glances. "Well don't just STAND there, Sammy!"

"Is dat yur bezt?" The ork laughs out to the space wolf, before coming down hard once again in the direction of Fulrik's head, hoping to sever it. Dreaming of the gushing gore. Fulrik moves his torso back slightly, the blade grazing his nose, before crashing into his body, chipping away more ceramite and this time piercing the armor underneath his right armpit, scratching him once again.

Sammy had had enough.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [101/125 Bolt Rounds]; 5 or 6 meters from the melee [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; in melee with Ork D, combat knife; facing W; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Fulrik; has taken 12 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 7

The Canyon Assault

Samael rolls his eyes at the shout from his brother. He would have to intervene anyway. Samael pushes forward from his position and darts towards the ork quickly, closing the distance with the melee. As he approaches, he hunches over and leads with his shoulder, attempting to surprise the ork and knock him off his feet. He does exactly that. The ork, so concentrated and furious in his assault on Fulrik, looks up just in time to see the hulking space marine plow directly into him. But not quick enough. He sprawls backwards onto the ground, sliding back through the black sand. He looks up just in time to see Fulrik's blade slam down into his chest, piercing his armor and creating a gash near his ribs. Green blood ebbs out and down his chest through the hole in his armor.

The ork's face becomes furious as he stands up, pushing off the ground with his hands and miraculously gaining his footing once again. 'e will like da taste of me blade, the ork thinks, before turning in Samael's direction and slashing sideways at the space marine. The blow takes Sam by surprise and catches the top portion of his helm, chipping the ceramite, the bits flying down into the sand. Sam merely shakes his head from the impact and resumes the melee.

Sam 12; Heavy Bolter [101/125 Bolt Rounds]; in melee with Ork D. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; in melee with Ork D, combat knife ready; facing W; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Fulrik and Samael; has taken 16 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 8

The Canyon Assault

Samael shakes his head. Before the ork has a chance to swing his choppa downward into Samael's helmet once again, he steps back a few meters moving his hand downward. "Step away, Fulrik," he says coldly, disengaging his foe and pulling his hand flamer out with a swift fluid motion. Fulrik doesn't need to be told twice. Frustrated, yet somehow amazed at this particular Ork's resilience and battle skill, Fulrik nods to Samael and disengages, pulling his bolt pistol with his free hand and getting a beautiful sight picture on the Ork.

"D'awwwwww, da lil spez mareenz is runnin' away," the ork squelches out before charging directly in Samael's direction. The choppa comes down full force into the space marine's right leg, piercing the weaker top portion near his upper thigh. The blood trickles down inside his suit. Samael raises his hand flamer upwards, pointing it directly into the ork's face...

Sam 12; Hand Flamer; in melee with Ork D; has taken 3 wounds. [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; disengaged, 5m back from melee; bolt pistol ready; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Samael; has taken 16 damage
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 9

The Canyon Assault

...the promethium flows forward through the barrel of the flamer and ignites into a brilliant flaming arc heading directly for the ork's face. The ork's eyes get wide as he sees the flames approaching. Miraculously, and somewhat impossibly, the ork ducks his body down just in time to escape the barrage of flames, coming back into position in front of Samael once they dissipate, a toothy grin on his face.

The grin doesn't last long as a kraken round explodes into the ork's right leg, turning his grin into a grimace of pain and anger. He buckles slightly from the impact, but regains his footing almost immediately. One tough son of a bitch this one, Fulrik thinks as the smoke clears from his weapon's discharge.

The ork bellows out a guttural sound and swings his blade upwards towards Samael. The marine is caught in the smallest millisecond of surprise and can't react to the choppa heading for his body. Lucky for him the kraken round must have damaged some of the ork's strength, for the attack hits him square in the chest, causing no damage and merely rebounding off the ceramite. The blade clanks off the armor and the follow through brings it downwards into the sand.

Sam 12; Hand Flamer [3/4]; in melee with Ork D; has taken 3 wounds [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; 3m from the melee, Bolt Pistol [Kraken 9/14]; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Samael; has taken 20 wounds
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

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Round 10

The Canyon Assault

Samael can't believe his luck. One ork managed to dodge his flamer attack, which should have fried him to a crisp. Now I got ya, he thinks quickly before pulling down on the firing rune, pouring promethium into the barrel and sending flames exploding out into the air. The fire singes the ork, but he manages to duck out of the way of the flames, allowing himself to remain not on fire. It's me lucky day, he thinks, standing up tall once again and readying himself for the next attack. His simple mind must have forgotten the other space marine aiming at his backside. Or perhaps he just became overconfident. No one would ever find out.

Fulrik grits his teeth and pulls the trigger three times in well-disciplined intervals. None of his shots are off their mark. With his opponent facing his brother, the Ork presented a smaller target and a minute flick of the wrist could mean accidentally firing on Samael. But this was a worry for mortal men. Astartes missed rarely, and Space Wolves only missed on purpose. With each explosion of pulped Ork flesh, the veteran Space Wolf of a thousand battles feels some semblance of justice permeate through him. Whatever this Ork was, whatever breed or caste it belonged to, it would die today. The ork crumples to the ground in front of Samael, blood coming from every orifice. Some of it splatters across his helmet's visor. Quickly after, the ork's ammunition explodes in front of the two space marines, who merely watch the pieces of metal hit their near-impenetrable armor.

Sam 12; Hand Flamer [2/4]; in melee with Ork D; has taken 3 wounds [solo mode]
Fulrik 12; 3m from the melee, Bolt Pistol [Kraken 6/14]; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Ork A 12; 11m out to the West; has taken 8 critical damage to his body and is on fire
Ork D 12; in melee with Samael; has taken 20 wounds
Ork B 10; 15m out to the West having been blown backwards; has taken 1 critical damage to his body
Ork E 8; 7m out to the West
Ork C 4; 17m out; has taken 4 critical explosive damage

The Battle is Yours, Astartes. The Emperor Protects.

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Fulrik holsters his Bolt Pistol and walks a couple steps over to his comrade and their downed enemy. Tattered pieces of Ork lay strewn about everywhere. A long whistle emits from his mouth and he looks to Sam with incredulity on his face.

"Hahahaha! Can you believe that, Sammy-boy?" He bends down and picks up what is left of this particular Ork's head. "A right mean bastard this one." He gives the head one more look over, ripping out two of the largest tusks. He lets the head go and kicks it hard, like some sort of sports ball, with his right foot. He spits on the body for good measure. Confident he has defiled that particular Ork enough, he jams the tusks into the eyes of the Nob-head he has attached to his belt.

He makes his way back to his fallen comrade, the Fiery Wyrm.

"Oh, honey," he starts, gingerly picking up the massive Soundstrike Missile Launcher. "I'll never drop ya again." He gives it a wipe down and a once-over, ensuring that all the firing and loading mechanisms are clean and ready to operate. With a kiss, he maglocks the weapon to the side of his Ammmo Backpack and walks over to Samael.

"We need to get climbin' but before we do, you and I have somethin' very important to discuss, Raptor."

Fulrik stares Samael down and it is unclear if he is about to fight or hug the heavily armed Astartes next to him. Without a word, he holds out his right hand.

"On three." As if he almost forgot, he points his left index finger at Samael's face accusingly.

"No cheatin'."

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"Oh, so you won't be participating, then?" mocks Samael lightly. He holds his fist in mid-air as well. He pumps it three times in the air and suddenly opens it, palm flat to the horizon.

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Fulrik follows Samael's lead, pumping his fist three times and throwing out his index finger and his middle finger.

"HA! Victory! How do you feel about that, my son?" Fulrik laughs a bit more and smacks Samael on the shoulder.

"You will be referring to me as 'Brother Sergeant' for the time being." Satisfied that he has reamed Samael enough for losing, he points at the cliff. "Well, we have an ambush to set up. Let's get to it."

Fulrik begins the ascent, confident that his Brothers in the mine are faring well and will return post-haste.

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Samael begins climbing after Fulrik. "Come on!" he says, his tone affecting a faux whine. "Best two out of three." He grins.

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The two space marines jest at one another as they make the ascent. The climb does not prove to be particularly hard for them, but they are taking their time as they move forward up the slightly sheer surface. A few times, Fulrik accidentally kicks down some debris and it hits Sam in the helmet, causing more jests and curses between the two brothers. The climb will take some time, but they do it slowly and methodically, making sure not to fall, as they pass 30 meters. Meanwhile, the mine team must deal with their own problems...

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Round 1

Minesweeper

The three space marines make their way from small building to small building, observing their surroundings as best they can. Greeth pulls up short and raises a hand for the movement to halt behind him. "Whistling..." he says as the other two take a moment and are able to discern the direction of the sound as well. They move silently towards the sound, uncertain of whether this comes from a human or ork. They happen upon neither of the two. A servitor, mechanically laced with wires and protrusions, as well as a large metallic drill arm, sits before them, making his rounds and going about his daily work. Obviously, the miners forgot about him, or perhaps he merely wished to stay behind because somebody has to keep working. He whistles a tune and then stops, having heard the movement to his south. "Greetings, whoever is trying to sneak up, you seem to be wearing something quite loud. Could it be power armor? Could it be megaarmor? Friend or foe? Xenos or human? Make yourselves known, please and thank you," the servitor says before going back to his business. The three space marines step forward to greet the servitor and ask for the necessary supplies, when Greeth once again stops short.

The only one to have heard the noise and have ample time to react, Greeth jerks his helm up at the sounds. "Contact" he says in a calm voice.His first impulse was to gun the jump pack and make for the structures, but the metal clang could be a heavy weapon and he didn't want to be an easy target with a possible autocannon nearby. He dives behind some scattered debris and waits to see what his comrades will do. But they can do nothing but turn their heads to the West, seeing the movement and the small heads peaking above cover.

Two energy blasts rocket down from the buildings to the West, screaming down at the two open space marines. Thankfully, they maintained their solid Astartes wits. Mac rolls to his left coming back up to a ready position, scanning the buildings for any more signs of movement. Darius manages to jump backwards and scramble on his hands and feet to a small area of debris, providing minimal cover. They had escaped the sniper fire for now.

Mac looks forward and decides to make for the roundabout approach. He fires up his jump pack and makes the leap to a position on the left-hand side of the buildings in front of them. He lands softly after the long jump, agile in his efforts to attack the Gretchin Snipuhz. Greeth does the same, but decides to make a headlong charge for the front of the buildings. He too fires up his jump pack, flames shooting from behind him, leaping high into the air and coming down with a solid thud, 15m in front of the front building.

One of the snipuhz takes note of this, aiming his scoped snazzgun down at the space marine in front of him, positive in his efforts to strike the foe. The blasts emit from the end of his weapon and strike Greeth right in his body, jolting him slightly and bringing him to one knee, feeling the heat the blast emitted on his face. The energy blasts do nothing more than melt a bit of ceramite on the front of his Errant armor. Silently, Greeth moves his head slowly, looking up at the Gretchin, remembering which of the foul xenos had decided to commit this grievous crime against him.

Darius, recovering from the nearly harmful blast, stands up, bringing himself out of the slightly protective cover. He raises his bolter and fires a semi-auto burst at the closest Gretchin sniper. The bolt rounds hit the metallic boxes providing cover for the Gretchin with a resounding clang. Two more rounds make their way for the Gretchin's arm and head, but he gracefully moves to the side maintaining his aim on the targets, escaping the bolt rounds as they whiz by, inches from massacring him.

Gretchin C 13; Scoped Snazzgun [19/20]; sitting atop the roof of the front building in cover [Armor 8]
Gretchin B 12; Scoped Snazzgun [19/20]; sitting atop the highest central building in cover [Armor 10]
Mac 10; 30m out to the left of the group of buildings
Greeth 7; 15m in front of the group of buildings
Gretchin A 6; Scoped Snazzgun [18/20]; sitting atop the shortest of the buildings in cover [Armor 10]
Darius 5; Bolter [20/28] Kraken [27/28]; approximately 100m away from the buildings

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Round 2

Minesweeper

The Gretchin doesn't take too kindly to shots whizzing by his head, and retaliates against Darius, screeching with delight as he gets the space marine in his sights. "Gotcha now!" he yells out in a high-pitched wail before squeezing the trigger of his snipuh. The two blasts go off quickly, one after the other, but the beams don't seem as strong as the first blast, which missed the space marine by inches. However, Darius becomes somewhat surprised at how quickly the retaliation comes in, and has no opportunity to get out of the way. The energy blasts hit him deftly in the left leg, the space marine feeling the heat they emit burn his leg slightly after impact. The scrawny thing will pay for that, Darius thinks to himself.

The Gretchin sitting on the highest building notices Greeth closing the gap between them and the space marines, so he takes aim at the black figure, just landing from his jump pack leap. The snazzgun fires up, and the Gretchin takes aim, pulling the trigger. However, something malfunctions on the gun and the beam that is produced comes out weak and puny, hardly packing any punch. Greeth moves to get out of the way of the blast, but realizes just how weak it is, and takes the hit directly on his body, sizzling the armor a bit, but the space marine feels nothing. The Emperor surely protected him this day.

Mac voxes to Darius, "Covering fire, I want those guns pinned!" before firing up his jump pack and making the leap, landing on the edge of the shortest building, watching as the Gretchin backs away from the incoming doom. He pulls his chainsword out as he falls from the sky.

Greeth grunts as rounds ping off his ceramite armor. His jump pack needed a second to cool off and so he stayed where he was for a few fleeting seconds. He stands up and shouts at the gretchin, issuing derisive insults and jibes that fly over the vox channel. "You puny...rotten...xenos...bastard!" he says as the smoke settles from the energy blasts. He revs his chainsword and prepares for retaliation, pushing the switch on his jump pack and making the jump to the nearest building, landing a few meters in front of the Gretchin, now backing away from him.

The Gretchin on the rooftop with Mac, makes his way backwards, taking aim at the space marine and right before he lands, fires off a blast that makes him rock backward. This time the blast is enormous. It flies quickly towards Mac, while he remains in the air approaching his landing, a few inches off the ground. He can't make his way around the intense blast and it hits him fiercely in the right leg, jolting him back as the heat pierces through the ceramite and creates cracks in the lining of his armor. The blast brings him down to one knee, as he comes quickly to a landing. Mac can feel the slight breeze on his leg, knowing now that his armor has been compromised. No matter, he thinks. This gretchin won't be alive much longer anyway. He stands back up, feeling the heat dissipate on his leg, but also noticing the blood flowing down and out of the cracks of his armor.

"Bloody Gretchin..." Darius intones through his teeth into the vox. He stands up fully and brings the bolter up into position, squeezing off a burst of rounds at the Gretchin. The bolt rounds fly high into the air, soaring towards the building in a flurry of smoke and death. Darius notices the round heading straight for the Gretchin's head and smiles slightly underneath his helmet. At the last second, the Gretchin realizes the bolt round coming and swings his head to the side, the round grazing his ear as it flies into the building behind him, creating a massive hole from the explosion. The smile fades from Darius' mouth, and is replaced with grim determination.

Gretchin C 13; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20]; backing away from the edge of the building
Gretchin B 12; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20]; sitting atop the highest central building in cover [Armor 10]
Mac 10; on the rooftop near Gretchin A; Chainsword ready; has taken 9 wounds [solo mode]
Greeth 7; on the front building with Gretchin C; Chainsword ready [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20]; backing away from the edge of the building
Darius 5; Bolter [16/28] Kraken [27/28]; approximately 100m away from the buildings; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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Fulrik takes the last couple meters of the climb slower than before, careful not to give away his approach. He pokes his helmetless head over the lip of the top and scans for enemies. Confident that there is no presence atop the cliff, he swings himself over and onto solid ground. Laying flat, he leans his arm out and clasps Samael's wrist in a warrior's embrace, pulling the Raptor up over the lip as well.

The wise Long Fang stays low, keeping to a crouch as to minimize his sillhouette on the horizon. He doubts any Orks would even pay attention to something not related to their current target, but he plays it safe anyway.

Once he sets up behind some cover and finds a good firing position down into the canyon, he will load an incendiary missile into his launcher and attempt to contact the compound. He triggers his Vox and pushes it to its limits, focussing on any Imperial frequencies in the region. Speaking in High Gothic he says, "Imperial Command Units occupying Palantine, this is Fulrik Fllonaer of the Astartes Space Wolves. Salvation is nigh. Respond immediately." If this gets no response, he will attempt another communique in Low Gothic: "Imperial units occupying Palantine. This is Fulrik Fllonaer of the Sons of Russ. How copy, over?"

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The breeze rolls in around Fulrik and Sam, brushing against Fulrik's hair as he finishes the transmission over the vox. Static for a few moments, which linger in the dusty air. And then a voice comes through on the other side.

The sound of las cannon fire and grenades can be heard pounding the other side of the frequency. A stern voice travels through the chaos. "Copy that. Captain Steig Silveren, here. Best news we've heard all day." The figure makes a grunting sound as Fulrik can hear him squeezing off a few more blasts from his las gun. "When are you joining the party?" he pronounces through the vox, the chaos of battle surrounding him throughout the transmission and blurring out the formalities near the end.

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Fulrik listens to the transmission and throws a quick thumbs-up to Samael to indicate a solid-copy from the defenders. He surveys the scene as before he responds, thinking I like this guy.

"Shortly, Steig. Listen now, I know you're fightin' your arses off over there right now and I need you ta fight harder. Whatever yah got left in yah, hold onto it and fight for it. Now, I need updated intel, Captain. I need numbers: you and them. What have yah got left - manpower and weapons. Same question for the enemy. And do ya have any special cargo with ya? Any Imperials there that are rather out of place? You should know what I am talkin' about. Over."

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A shrill ork scream echoes from the transmission, the moments passing by, dragging out a bit. Steig comes back over the line. "Sorry 'bout that. Had to gut this ork. Lieutenant!" He shouts, and them some mumbling follows. Fulrik hears the aforementioned lieutenant give a confirmation to the captain. " Apologies. Now I have a speck of time to speak. We're giving it our all and have been for the past few days. Breached the outer wall I'd say early this morning. We are dwindling, my lord astartes. And these boys are greener than the grass we don't have on this planet. Thank the Emperor the enemy weren't smart enough to attack from every entry, the ork scum." Fulrik can hear him spit in disgust in the background.

"In all seriousness, we have less than 100 men left fighting the position and the orks are too numerous to count. We are holed up in the buildings surrounding the southern entryway. They continue to pour in and shuffle throughout the outer city. Soon they will be knocking on all the entryways into the inner city. We have a Hellhound and got us a few transports left. Some heavy artillery as well, but we are losing guys left and right. And we are the last line. The orks are bombarding us with various explosives, some sniper fire here and there. I have yet to confirm a Warboss of any sort, but the mechanical ones are coming in numbers. I'd hurry up and get here, my lords." He fires off a few shots from his las gun, before continuing.

"As for that precious cargo. Safe and sound in the inner city. For how long? Well that's up to you boys. I've had the sergeants begin spreading the news of your arrival. I know it gets my blood pumping. Afraid I have to get back to killing now, my lord. May the Emperor guide you here."

And with that the transmission ends.

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"So to the southern entryway then, Brother-Sergeant?" asks Samael, as though it were the most usless question in the universe.

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"You would have us light them up?" Fulrik sounds genuinely intrigued. He weighs the options against him. Responsibility is over rated, he thinks.

"We will hold. If things become dire, I have no doubt that Captain Steig will radio us - especially now that he knows we have an interest in something inside the city. When that call comes, then we will light up the Orks hitting the Southern Gate. For now, we sit tight."

He throws Samael a wicked smile, "You act as though you have no faith in our glorious Brother Sergeant 'Kiwi' or his plan." His words drip with sarcasm and it is all he can do to keep from a fit of laughter.

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Round 3

Minesweeper

Meanwhile, at the mine, the Gretchin on the closest building to the team backs away from the edge and out of cover, realizing the space marine has closed the gap, retreating away from the oncoming threat. He fires off a blast of his snazzgun towards the Astartes, the energy giving off a good measure of heat with his current blast. Greeth grunts as the rounds penetrate his armor and find flesh. Scowling under his helm, he guns the jump pack and arcs straight towards the the gretchin who soiled his armor and dared to scar his flesh.

The central Gretchin also sees the danger presented by Greeth and brings his snazzgun up, aiming down the scope and taking in the huge sight in front of him. He smiles a toothy grin and pulls the trigger. The gun begins to heat up for the attack, but nothing comes from the barrel. The Gretchin knows his weapon well, cursing it before dropping it instantly, knowing it was mere seconds away from burning his hands and arms to a crisp. He curses again, knowing it will take some time to bring it back to full operation.

Mac has had quite enough of these snipers. He fires up the jump pack once again and charges straight at the Gretchin in front of him, aiming to cut it clean in half. The Gretchin drops his weapon upon seeing the hulking marine coming straight for him, but he moves too sluggishly and Mac brings the chainsword down, connecting with the right arm of the foe. The creature howls out in pain and anger as the wound cuts deep into his arm, sawing through muscle and bone, blood pooling below his tiny feet, rendering the arm useless.

Upon landing, Greeth observes his opponent for a split second before assailing his new victim. He brings the chainsword down after flying forward, the chain howling at the sight of more blood. The Gretchin slides his body out of the way, but is too slow to dodge completely, the chainsword ripping through his leg, creating a massive gash that oozes with blood and muscle tissue. If one were to listen closely, the soft pattering of blood could be heard from the new open wound. The Gretchin howls out in apparent pain and agony, knowing that it is lucky to even have a leg anymore.

In the next few seconds, the gretchin opposing Mac makes a grab for his boot knife and attempts to find some weak point against the astartes champion. He falters and the metal clangs solidly off the ceramite, not even scratching the surface. A smile comes to Mac's lips, for he knows this battle will be surely over quickly.

Darius remains in his position, covering his teammates and providing some ballistic menace to the fray. The rounds pull forth from his bolter once again, but 3 go astray, only one catching the metal armor in front of the highest Gretchin, visibly damaging the exterior of the cover, but not nearly as much as Darius would have liked.

Gretchin C 13; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20]; in melee with Greeth; has taken 17 wounds
Gretchin B 12; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20][overheated]; sitting atop the highest central building in cover [Armor 9]
Mac 10; in melee with Gretchin A; has taken 9 wounds; [4/5 FP remaining] [solo mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Gretchin C; has taken 3 wounds [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; in melee with Mac; has taken 17 wounds
Darius 5; Bolter [12/28] Kraken [27/28]; approximately 100m away from the buildings; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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"I would have us confirm our mission objective," replies Samael non-noncommittally. "And I would see the ork menace lain flat and bloody before us."

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Round 4

Minesweeper

The melee fighting continues as the Gretchin in front of Greeth pulls a sneaky boot knife out of his makeshift footwear. He lunges at the space marine, stabbing down with all his puny power into the body plate of Greeth's armor. The knife breaks. The look on the Gretchin's face is quite a sight to see. Fear, anger, confusion, panic all wrapped up into one emotion as he begins to turn away from the space marine hulking in front of him.

The Gretchin on the central building remains transfixed on his weapon for a few seconds and then attempts to touch the metallic object, but burns his hand significantly, screaming out in apparent pain. Apparently it wasn't quite done cooling down yet.

Mac brings his chainsword back, attempting a backswing on his Gretchin foe. The chain roars loading, the blade coming across. However, the dodgy little green thing ducks his head out of the way, the blade missing by inches. A sudden look of relief plays on the Gretchin's face for his few seconds of good luck. He backs away from the space marine and then turns to run, only escaping a few meters away from Mac.

Greeth smiled underneath his hood, an insane grin playing on his face. He drives the chainsword home, landing a solid blow on the neck of the Gretchin, spitting chunks of gristle on his armor. The heads flies far into the air and lands a few meters to Greeth's left. The blood gushes forth from the victim in a torrent drenching the immediate area, but Greeth steps out of the way calmly, looking down at his fallen foe, a twinkle in his eye.

Darius remains true to his sergeant's orders. He takes aim once again to provide covering fire for the rest of his team. The bullets fly forth, knocking into the armor cover, but failing to detonate. No damage to the Gretchin or the armor that protects him. Darius grits his teeth, knowing his chainsword could be cutting into that vile flesh instead.

Gretchin C 13; sneaky boot knife handle; in melee with Greeth
Gretchin B 12; Scoped Snazzgun [17/20][overheated]; sitting atop the highest central building in cover [Armor 9]
Mac 10; 4m from Gretchin A; has taken 9 wounds; [4/5 FP remaining] [solo mode]
Greeth 7; just finished decimating Gretchin C; has taken 3 wounds [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; running for his fucking life; has taken 17 wounds
Darius 5; Bolter [8/28] Kraken [27/28]; approximately 100m away from the buildings; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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Round 5

Minesweeper

Greeth, who was distracted momentarily by the rain of blood gushing from his foe's severed neck, looks upwards, ready to ruin the next Gretchin's day. Instead, he sees two beams coming straight for him, eyes widening slightly underneath his hood. He moves suddenly to the right to escape the weapon that has already dealt him some harm, but loses traction. The slick blood on the rooftop all around him pours outward, making him slip slightly mid-dodge. With the quick thinking that only comes from an Astrates, he angles his head and neck ever so slightly, deflecting the almost certain headshot to his stronger and more durable body armor. The beams connect, striking him a heavy blow, heating up the ceramite and melting it slightly in the rush of pure energy from the blasts. Can't let that happen again, Greeth thinks, pivoting and engaging his jump pack for another tear into the sky.

Mac rushes his escaping enemy, noticing the apparent fear in his eyes, locking onto it and using it as a homing beacon for his next chainsword attack. He connects in a downward arc on the fleeing back of the scrawny gretchin. Hunks of flesh and gore rain all around the space marine as the chainsword gnaws into the green flesh of the green foe, a wail of terror escaping his mouth before it becomes silenced by the onslaught. This amount of blood seems abnormal for such a tiny thing, Mac thinks, looking around him and turning around, ready to help Greeth decimate the next foe. He only hoped that Darius would start looking for the mining equipment fast. The settlement militia wouldn't hold out for much longer.

Greeth takes a leap high into the air, pushing off with his boots and flying towards the central building. He brings his chainsword up as he descends and then deftly downwards into the body of the gretchin, still holding his weapon upwards, unable to do anything about the assaulting marine. Bits of flesh run through the chain of the sword mixed in with blood that pours off of it. A gaping wound stares out at Greeth from the chest of the gretchin, who drops his weapon, reaching downwards.

Daner moves over to the servitor, who while somewhat shaken, continues to go about his business as if nothing is going on. "Servitor, where might we acquire a movable drill in this area? We need one and we need it quickly!" he yells at the servitor, who regards him with a look of surprise on his face, a very uncommon sight for a servitor that should remain emotionless and servile.

"Well, all around you we have a wide variety of mining equipment, everything from a ..." he starts.

"Quiet!" Darius intones sternly through his vox. "Quiet, please. We just need something large and movable in addition to the earth movers we have already found. If at all possible, we need you to help us find this."

The servitor looks at the space marine in front of him, thinking and calculating in his head. Above them, the battle begins to come to a close.

Gretchin C 13; sneaky boot knife handle; in melee with Greeth
Gretchin B 12; reaching for his boot; in melee with Greeth [Armor 9]
Mac 10; surrounded by blood and gore; has taken 9 wounds; [3/5 FP remaining] [solo mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Gretchin B; has taken 12 wounds [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; running for his fucking life; has taken 17 wounds
Darius 5; Bolter [8/28] Kraken [27/28]; approximately 100m away from the buildings; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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Round 6

Minesweeper

The Gretchin pulls his knife out of his boot, ready to strike at the space marine, not knowing that the knives will do nothing. He lands a solid blow on Greeth's armor, but the knife chips and breaks in his hands. Terror comes over his face as he looks up at the space marine.

Mac looks down at his victim, the gore apparent all over the ground in front of him. Organs and pieces of flesh sprawl out from the central body laying on the rooftop, a dead stare coming from the puny things' eyes. Mac goes to one knee and brings his chainsword down, sawing off the right leg of the Gretchin in retribution for his own battle wounds. This will do nicely for a sacrifice to the Emperor, Mac thinks, before turning his attention to the battle on the other rooftop.

Greeth stands over the pitiful creature and is disappointed by what he sees. "Nothing left to do but carve," he says in a calm voice. He swings the chainsword from the left, then reverses his grip and swings back with a real attack, catching the gretchin off guard. The Gretchin appears confused at first, but catches on at the last second, ducking down beneath the gnawing of the chainsword, it's blades coming awfully close to rending the things' head open. Greeth remains calm, knowing that the gretchin won't be so lucky next time.

Darius waits patiently for the servitor to respond. "Well, we have a nicely sized movable drill that might get the job done for ya!" the servitor finally intones after a long silence. "But my oh my I wonder if you have the skills necessary to drive it, I know I sure do. Mayhaps, I will help you with the moving part of this scheme of yours. As you can see close to here, we have a few earth movers as well, should you be needin' a few other vehicles."

"Lead me to the movable drill," Darius speaks through the vox quietly. The two of them make their way to the east, heading around the outside of the giant mine. "Servitor, did you happen to see anyone out of place recently at this mine? An Inquisitor perhaps?"

The servitor thinks for a second. "Come to think of it, there was a foxy lass that came through here the other day. Seemed to be interested in something we found. Too bad she had to run with the rest of them. Didn't even get to go down and see it herself. Heck none of them did before the orks came and..."

"That'll do, servitor," the space marine says, losing his patience somewhat. "You would do a great service to the Emperor in helping us retrieve and operate the machinery I have asked you for." The servitor nods quickly up and down several times to Darius, making it clear that he wishes to help.

"Always good to be in his good graces!" The two of them continue walking, quickening their pace as the battle continues above them.

Gretchin C 13; sneaky boot knife handle; in melee with Greeth
Gretchin B 12; sneaky boot knife [broken]; in melee with Greeth [Armor 9]
Mac 10; surrounded by blood and gore; has taken 9 wounds; [3/5 FP remaining] [solo mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Gretchin B; has taken 12 wounds [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; running for his fucking life; has taken 17 wounds
Darius 5; Bolter [8/28] Kraken [27/28]; walking with the servitor in the direction of the vehicles; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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Round 7

Minesweeper

The Gretchin throws the knife handle down, realizing that his time might be near. He breaks away from Greeth and makes a mad dash towards the side of the rooftop, hoping against hope that he makes it there before he becomes a pile of flesh and organs. Maybe they will let me go, the gretchin thinks for one fleeting moment, looking over his shoulder...

As if it were the sound of a massive hammer striking an anvil, Mac slams down into the ground, completing his jump to the rooftop, and coming down on one knee. He looks up at the gretchin, a playful smile playing over his lips beneath his helmet. He stands to full height, towering over the tiny gretchin in front of him. The thing lets out a yelp of fright and surprise, turning his attention to the right, but it is too late. Far too late.

"Coward!" Greeth shouts. It is the first time in a long while he has raised his voice or shown any emotion. He rushes the creature, intent on reducing it to small chunks of meat. Charging forward, Greeth swings home with his chainsword, chewing into the flesh of the tiny creature's body. So much blood pours forth from the gretchin's body, it's a wonder he still stands, his flesh becoming less a part of his body and more a part of the terrain each second. Chunks of ork meat fall to the ground as he screams this time, a high pitched wail from the rooftop.

The buildings loom over the mechanized man and the Astartes, metallic sides and hard jagged corners jutting out from their various sizes. Drills sit around empty and idling, left behind for the safety of the settlement. Trash heaps around the area, blowing through the wind and hitting the two of them in the leg at times. Sand blows up from the ground in tiny torrents, but not enough to make it difficult to see. Darius continues to follow the servitor at a respectable and cautious distance, looking up to the other structures for any signs of enemy movement. He sees none for the moment and watches the servitor take him deeper into the settlement around the mine. The servitor, a task set to him, has finally shut up a bit and focused on the space marine's orders, wishing to speak but holding his tongue for fear of making his new friend angry or impatient.

Gretchin C 13; sneaky boot knife handle; in melee with Greeth
Gretchin B 12; in melee with Greeth; has taken 22 wounds
Mac 10; approximately 4m from the Gretchin; has taken 9 wounds; [3/5 FP remaining] [solo mode]
Greeth 7; in melee with Gretchin B; has taken 12 wounds [solo mode]
Gretchin A 6; running for his fucking life; has taken 17 wounds
Darius 5; Bolter [8/28] Kraken [27/28]; walking with the servitor in the direction of the vehicles; has taken 2 wounds [solo mode]

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Round 8

Minesweeper

The gretchin slowly moves away from Greeth after his incredibly damaging assault, clutching his stomach, where tiny little organs can be seen falling out of a gaping wound. In his tiny little mind, he still believes he can get away from the onslaught by the Astartes. He turns to the right, trying to escape to the side of the building, the ladder almost within reach.

Mac seizes the opportunity, bringing the servered gretchin leg high into the air and charging forward to halt the foe in his tracks. He pushes forward, raising the leg to full height as he reaches the gretchin's back. The gretchin turns around just in time to see his fallen comrades leg coming right towards him. Is dat Spekz leg? is the last thought that crosses the puny ones' mind before a sharp bone makes it way into his arm, cutting him deep and causing searing pain to writhe through his feeble green body. The trivial thing let's out a whimper of pain, but still maintains his trek to the rooftop edge.

Greeth pursues the enemy hastily, carving his chainsword into the other arm of the Gretchin, right as the enemy makes it to the ladder top. A brief moment of joy passes over his face, before it is silenced by the rev of an Astartes chainsword. The attack slices clean through the arm and into the torso, drenching the ground in blood and gore and killing the runt instantly.

Meanwhile, atop the canyon, Samael stands in front of Fulrik, shaking slightly in his nervousness. Fulrik lays a hand on him, and brings his face up to his ear shushing him into submission. Fulrik slides the power armor off of Samael in a gentle, loving motion and reaches down to his...

The Battle is Yours, Astartes. The Emperor Protects.

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OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

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Greeth takes his time performing the necessary care for his wounds before taking a look out to where Darius stood a few moments earlier. He peers out and sees the marine following the servitor at a brisk pace, through alleyways and dirt streets, knowing that the Blood Raven has started the search for the equipment necessary to the plan.

Mac takes the severed leg with him and walks to the edge of the building, right up to Greeth's side. The two of them stare out for a few seconds, taking in their surroundings, scouting for danger, before simultaneously pushing the runes on their jump packs and jumping out to meet Darius in a flash of promethium fire. It doesn't take them long to come down on his position and come into the same formation, jogging along with him and their leading servitor.

"'Bout time you two showed up," the servitor speaks. "Just about to the machinery." The strange servitor makes his way towards a large building, somewhat akin to a warehouse in it's structuring. Inside the vast, expansive warehouse, Benny the Servitor as he likes to be known, leads the space marines to a far corner, where some of the vehicles were left in the rush to escape. Others idle away nearby, earth movers, movable drills, and other mining equipment sending out a stream of smoke. He brings the marines forward and they all look up at a massive saw jutting out from the end of a machine that sits on tractor treads 15m tall.

"Here she is," Benny says with a smile, patting the thing on it's side.

A massive construction sits before the team, almost like a movable fortress instead of just a drill. All manner of gears, metallic cables, and metal sheeting are on display from all angles of the massive mover. An immense saw, the size of a small building sits at the end of a protruding mass of metal near the front.

"Powered by a minor variant of what the Imperial Forces use in their titans, this baby can keep up with the speed of most vehicles a tenth of its' size. The special saw at the end is used to cut through the thickest material we find down here in the mines."

"Interested?" He says to the group with a grin coming over his face.

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"Mining team," says Fulrik over the squad's private vox channel, "This is Brother Sergeant Fulrik of the Canyon Team," he says ironically as if it could be anyone else. Laughing to himself he looks at Samael and motions to the vox speaker on his armor's neck guard, mouthing the words "Brother Sergeant." He seems to find this hillarious, knowing full well that it will annoy Mac to no-end, and it takes him a moment to regain composure before getting to the point.

"What in the Emperor's bloody name is taking so bloody long over there? How copy? Over."

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Samael rolls his eyes and shakes his head, as though saddened by how easily amused this small man is.

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Mac smiles and voxes back to Fulrik, "We found it, and it's in working order. We'll be moving out in a moment."

He turns back to the servitor, "Can you pilot this craft, tepotlaca?"

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"But of course! She is my baby after all..." Benny says before stroking the side of the massive vehicle and looking up at it. He snaps his head back to the group of warriors in front of him. "Where we goin' anyway?" A smile plays over his mechanical face, another oddity for a servitor.

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"Tepuzteuctli has blessed you with vigor, tepotlaca. The God of Mechanisms has placed you here that we might bring glory to his parts in all things. We're going to be putting this great beast to the service of war, driving it into the ranks of swine before turning back into the canyon and offering its body up as war-sacrifice the the Metal Lord, taking as many pigs with it as we can." He adds the prayer, "As the Omnissiah calls for all his children."

Macquilli Quiahuitl pauses for a moment, "I would have the date of your activation, servitor, that your service might be recorded. Same with the drill, that none might be forgotten."

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Fulrik's smile fades when he sees Sam's tight-arse roll his eyes. Years of fighting together and the guy still couldn't take a joke.

"Don't worry, Sammy boy. You hear that radio traffic? The killing is about to begin."

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"Usually you'd have to get to the third date before asking me for my activation date, Benny says before nudging his arm into Mac's ribs." "But here goes. Name's Benny, activated on the 23rd day of the 5th month in the year 800.M41. Placed on Octavian to help with mining activities. This puppy came to us a few years after in about 805.M41. Built specifically for the type of material on this planet and an amazing masterpiece of strength and metal."

Benny climbs up into the driver's seat and activating the machinery. It roars to life with the power of a dying star, a sound that echoes all around you and further out into the mineshaft.

"Let's get to work gentlemen."

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Darius squints, a mingle of bemusement and distrust forms on his face. "This is by far the strangest servitor I have ever encountered."

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"Some are gifted wit greater faculties than others if they are required for more complex work. I would imagine the nature of this drill requires a careful touch that cannot be found in most metal-men."

Mac climbs onto one of the earth movers, before turning back to Benny, "Remember, we can't have the drill getting stuck before it reaches the canyon, so avoid anything that might damage the tread mechanisms."

He turns to the Blood Raven, "Darius, I want you with the servitor, protect the drill at all costs."

Then a thought strikes him, "Tepotlaca, have you any multi-tape? Greeth and I will need it."

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