Chapter 2: I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning (IC)

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Chapter 2: I Love the Smell of Napalm in the Morning (IC)

Mac grunts in irritation, "We still have a mission. The encampment would be the best place for us to arrange the Inquisitor's safety until extraction. Inform Steig of our impending rendezvous. We're moving out."

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Fulrik nods and sends the message to Steig.

"Steig, Astartes incoming, check fire to the Southern Approach. Notify me immediately of any change in Ork activity. Out."

Fulrik eyeballs the Salamander once more, "What say we do some justice for the legacy of your heraldry, brother lizard?" Hopefully igniting the fire inside another brother of a First Founding Chapter, Fulrik begins his march back toward Palatine at double-time.

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The Inquisitor nods her head, as if she had any choice in the matter. She tries to keep up with the Astartes as they make their way back towards Palantine and the relative safety of the IG militia encampment. In no time at all, the group makes it's way through the southern entrance to the city. The remnants of the battle still lay heaped all around. Seared IG militia men, ork blood mixing with human blood through the gutters, and a general smell of death permeate the surroundings.

Eventually the group heads into the militia camp, where they receive a plethora of bows and nods and even some yells of encouragement from the extremely spent IG forces. Only one of them seems to be at full spirits. Steig.

He walks towards the group, bowing his head slightly as they approach him. He whistles and two militia soldiers are there in no time.

"These boys here reckon they seen themselves a Warboss or at least might have found where the bastard is hiding out. Course knowing orks, they don't stay in one place for very long. Like a damn plague if you ask me. Well, go on boys, spill it."

The nervous looking young guns approach, probably having never been so close to god warriors and likely never to be again.

"Well..uh...you see m'lords, we was just out on scouting like normal, 'specting not to see much but the bodies of the dead, when something caught the eye of my trusty scope. One of the buildings, big one out in the Manufactorum district we had inspected before many times seemt to be a little odd. We saw movement in its' windows, and heard things, lots of fowl things coming forth from it. And it definitely weren't human noises."

He stops and waits for any questions or comments.

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"Ork forces, boy. What did they have guarding it, how defensible was it? What made you think a Warboss was in there other than noises? Did you get any visual confirmation?"

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"Yes, sir. That's what we think. Couldn't see many forces on the outside lord, just patrols it seemed like. Or as well as an ork can patrol without taking a liking to something else. The building is pretty defensible, it's a giant factory to process the minerals we mine out in the desert. Built a lot sturdier and sounder than other buildings. Reckon that's cause it's our living out in these parts...

He trails off on his tangent and then shakes his head. Battle fatigue was readily apparent on his face.

"Didn't see one per se, only reason I s'pose there'd be any type of leader was the way they were guarding the place. They don't normally do that sort of thing I would imagine, unless they are guarding something particularly special, m'lords."

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Fulrik, doing his best to keep his patience in check, asks at a low growl, "I know this has been draining on you, boy, but I need specifics. What way 'were they guarding' this building? What types of forces did you see? If we are going to have any chance of doing this right, we need to know what we are walkin' into. Now, think. Remember. And tell me."

The Space Wolf stands tall and proud, looking down to the human who's head barely came to the middle of his chest. He remembered what it was like to be mortal, and somehow could keep his patience more in line than with dealing with other Astartes.

He showed no signs of his injuries in the face of these beaten and worn out men. He was hurting like a bastard, yes, but these men needed hope. And Throne-damn it, the Allfather's grandchildren would give it to them.

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"Right...right...sorry, m'lord. Far as we could see it, the only guarding was being done by a small force of these big suckers that were on the outside, seemed to me like those ork boyz...only they was bigger and not too many of 'em on the outside. Not those big nob types with the machines all over them, but somewhere in between a normal ork and a nob. They carried what seemed to be the normal fare for an ork. Inside seemed a lot louder. Large commotion going on...

He squirms a bit in the shadow of such a war god.

"Couldn't have been more than 10 of those on the outside. I can't be certain for the inside, but it sounded like a lot of 'em, sir."

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"All right. You did well lad. Here," Fulrik grabs the stine at his waist - his lucky charm. It was a giant thing, made of adamantine and bronze and forged into the shape of an enormous Fenrisian Wolf's head. When opened, the head of the wolf opened up as though it were roaring. He motions for the young trooper to pour some of the content of his canteen into the stein.

"Steig, you too. We shall have a drink before battle. It is not a proper drink, but a drink none the less. Fill it and pass it around to your men. Everyone shall have a drink before the rite of fire comes again."

Fulrik watches as his stineis passed around and sipped from by all the men under Steig's command. It was a minor thing to the Space Wolf, a simple drink, but he knew that to these men they were sharing a drink with a living legend. Not only that, they were drinking from his mug, where his lips had consumed Fenrisian Ale before a thousand-thousand battles.

"Victory or death, men. Those are the only options. Show no mercy, give not an inch of ground, because the filthy Greens will do no such thing." When the men are finished, Fulrik consults with his team while attaching the lucky mug back to his belt webbing.

"We got a manufactorum with some heavy guard around the outside. Ten big bastards, but not Meganobs by the sound of it. They are guarding something inside and the Inquisitor hasn't said anything about any other missing Imperial assets on the planet so we may as well assume it is Ork leadership. If that is the case, we got one chance to take the head off the snake. I say we open up an attack with the majority of our team right at their front gates. Draw the guards out into a firefight. With them occupied, we drive that flaming-fucker there," Fulrik points to the Chimera, "right through the side of the building that is the loudest and pour every ounce of Promethium left in its tanks inside. We can mop up whatever is left."

Fulrik waits for any feedback from his team. After all it was their collective decision, and Kiwi had the final say so.

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Greeth Keeps his own cousel. His pateince with even his own squad having been exhausted. This and the fresh astartes head clasped to his waist gives him a terrifying appearance to the mortals surrounding him.

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Kal'vek nods his approval. "The chimera will be like the fire drakes native to my world - destroying the ork filth in cleansing flame."

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"Your plan is sound, Wolf. We do it your way. Greeth and myself shall deal with the Chimera insertion."

Mac brings Steig off to the side, "You have done well, Steig of Palatine. I would have your date of birth on the Imperial Calendar, so that you might be properly honored." He pauses for a moment, "I would also have the time of your men, for a moment."

Mac removes his helmet, his black and turquoise facepaint smeared with sweat, exposing skin the color of red clay. His hair is wild and twisting, greasy with the days exertions. "Men of Palatine, hear me!"

"Look around you. What do you see?" He gestures with his good arm, starting to wade through the men. "Your homes have been plundered. Your buildings stand in ruin. Your city has been destroyed. You have fought so hard, for so long, and lost so much. Why do you fight? Why do you go on?"

He spins to face the nearest man, hunched low to look the man in the eye, "Because that's what it means to be human. To fight, to struggle, to survive. That is what we do. That is what we are."

He turns to address the crowd at large, "There was a time when Humanity crawled through the dark like rats, scrounging for food outside the lairs of beasts." He turns to another, "These beasts, they thrived in the dark and laughed at the lot of Man. They enslaved us, beat us, ate us. We were as vermin to them."

He turns to another, "But still, we survived. By cunning and wit, we survived." Another turn of the head, "Do you know who saw this? Do you know what power looked upon these thin motes of dust that struggled against the wind."

"From his seat in Heaven, he saw a strength in found nowhere else. He took rats and saw the men they could become. He gave us language. He gave us music. He gave us tools."

Mac draws out his ceremonial flint knife, a charm he chipped himself and held it before his face, contemplating it. "When I was a boy, I had a knife like this one. I was hunting deer in the forest. Little did I know, I was the one being hunted." He brings the knife up under the chin of one of the men, "A boar with teeth like tent-pegs caught me unawares and charged me. I managed to get out of its way, but pushing myself out of its way broke my spear."

He flips the knife into a reverse grip, "It was a blur, a chaos of squealing and thunder. I remembered my knife and leaped on its back." Mac swoops in to another one, using the blade's tip to draw the wounds in the air over the man's neck, "I took a thin wedge of flint and stabbed, again and again until the blade broke off in its spine."

Mac spins on his heel again, addressing the full group, "Do you know what I learned that day? Do you know what I came to understand in the heat of the jungle, covered in steaming pigs blood? There is nothing more dangerous than Man."

Wagging the flint knife around between thumb and forefinger, Mac continues, "I had been caught unawares, lost my spear, and was at the mercy of one of the most dangerous beasts in the forest. But by the virtue of the Emperor's gifts and their cunning application, I killed it and lived on for another day."

He points at a nearby Ork carcass with the knife, "Look upon the enemy. Look at how they try to imitate the glory of Man. Do you see it? Their knives? Their guns? Their speech? All crude imitations of what the Lord of Terra has bestowed upon us! They seek to be like us, because it is WE who survive! WE who endure!" Mac flips the blade, catching it by its length and pressing the handle into a nearby guardsman as he walks forward.

"Your city is in shambles, but it matters not. You will rebuild again. As at the dawn of the First Age, the Emperor heard the cries of Man's anguish and answered them. As in those times the Emperor has given you the tools to defend yourselves and to drive the beasts from your shores. You will construct a new city with bricks from their blood and marrow. You will bury the honored dead with necklaces of their maxilla. You will cover your temples with racks of their skulls, and your crops and loins will be bounteous. And the inside of your temples will be adorned with the skulls of this day's heroes, so that future generations will know the sacrifice of their ancestors and know what is demanded of them, too."

"The world shall always test you men, as it has done for your fathers and their fathers and their fathers before them, as it will for your sons and their sons and their sons after. But here, here you make a stand and tell the beasts of the dark that you are not just men, but you are Men. Let them know that if they tear down your monuments you will build others on the foundation of their bones."

"These beasts came here because they thought they had found a weak target, something that could not fight back and was free to be slaughtered and gutted. Let them know that no Man is a weak target, that no Man will go without a fight. Make them know the full wrath of Man, and never let them forget it."

"We move out. Wet your tongues, sharpen your knives, and gird your spirits with the armor of His glory. We take the snake's head this day, and your names will forever be recorded in the glorious history of Palatine!"

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Bertram listened to the scouts report, taking in the information. If it was the warboss he wouldn't stay holed up for long before moving to where the fighting was thickest. Unless it wanted to appear weak before it's followers. "Find a safe location for the Inquistor while we are gone." He told Steig after Mac addressed the crowd. "Form a protective detail for her, but do not draw undo attention to yourselves. The greater the show of force the greater the interest the orks will show." He didn't mention that the orks didn't care if a planet appeared weak, as long as there was fight they would show up and the greater the fight the more that would.

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"That's a hell of a speech. Now let's get to the enemy so I can let my Bolter do my talking!"

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Greeth voxes Mac and mutters. "Sounds like the orks are building a warmachine. They know that with us here they cannot win without some kind of god machine. We should tread carefully."

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Mac puts his helmet back on before opening squad vox, "Armadillo Tribe charged into a Gargant nursery on Pictotlan and destroyed three such idols. If we can't take out just one, then we'll have shamed all of our tribes." Mac chuckles, "We'll not be shown up by the sons of Tepuzomac, not on my watch."

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The speeches from both the Space Wolf and the Eagle Knight spur intense emotions from the gathered IC militia. They cheer and roar as the space marines invigorate them with their tantalizing words. They can almost feel the light of the Emperor moving through them as they all begin to prepare for the coming battle at the Manufactorum.

Steig approaches Fulrik. "I reckon you'll wanna keep the pretty lady here, so I'll leave a sizable contingency to protect her in one of the buildings around here. I'll leave a vox operator there as well, but I can't be sure it'll work with all this interference. Anyways, it'd be an honor to lend you all the Hellhound and an operating crew. They know the risks, but if you could try to bring 'em back, I'd be sorely in your debt...as if all of us weren't a thousand times over, my lords." He bows and as soon as he does, all those around him begin to as well. The entirety of the remaining militia bows down to their heroes.

The Hellhound roars as it comes back to life, rolling through the rubble, smashing the bodies of the fallen orks and avoiding those of the IG militia that are still being cleared up. The top opens up and a slightly overweight man sticks his head out, goggles protruding out from the top of his bald head.

"Name's Hurch, my lords, and I'll be your man for the lovely trek this afternoon."

He bows slightly and then heads back into the confines of the monstrous Hellhound. The 5 marines and their band of IG militia inside the Hellhound set off to the west, towards the Manufactorum.

Surprisingly, the streets remain quiet and the trip is largely uneventful. As the group moves closer to the Manufactorum district, they can start to head the sounds that the soldiers mentioned. To the heightened senses of the Astartes, they hear much, much more. The sounds of tinkering, sawing, hammering, and yelling all permeate through the hot air of the day, the yells obviously ork in nature. Rubble strewn streets lead further into the district, bodies of civilians and fewer orks laying in pools of their own blood. A breeze cuts through the hot air, breaking up the stifling feeling.

The massive gothic structure before the party can only be the Manufactorum. High spires reach ever upward, surrounded by solid stone and metal buildings that all connect to one another. It is a massive structure complex with all manner of equipment surrounding it. Tanks of who knows what, tubes that line the complex, abandoned vehicles, pistons that pump, catwalks over certain areas, busted out windows, and the general look of a tremendous battle that has long since passed greet the party as they arrive out of sight in what can only be smaller factories and shops that line the streets to the building's south.

The Hellhound rolls to a stop and Hurch cuts the engines immediately.

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Greeth just grunts at the imperial guards deference. The show of respect lost on a man who desired none.

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Fulrik, Soundstrike on one shoulder (having left the Heavy Bolter back with the Inquisitor for safe keeping) makes his way to an alleyway a couple of blocks out of sight. He wants to find a heightened position to monitor the entrance of the Manufactorum from.

He had praised Steig for his steadfast defense and promised that the men who would not make it back would be shortly standing by the Allfather's side - a prize which had no price. He reminded the Hellhound crew and its leader Hurch to maintain strict radio silence. The Orks were dumb, but they were not infinitely dumb. The Astartes were the only ones authorized to break that silence unless there was an emergency.

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"Hellhound team," Fulrik says softly into the microbead at the neck of his power armor. "We have three groups of little piggies here, guarding three entryways into the main building. I am about to light them up and get their attention. Hold your position until you get the word... with any luck the boss will come out to us given the commotion."

Allfather guide me, Allfather watch me, Allfather give me your righteous fury and hatred. War is to commence and only in death or glory will I find myself in your grace.

Fulrik aims the Fyrie Wyrm at the concentration of four Orks in front of him, concussion missile loaded and ready to deliver hell.

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Greeth mutters under his breath and with the vox off "We should meet them head on, outmanuvering orks makes it too easy."

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Bertram shakes his head, his words lost amongst the cheers. "With luck the Warboss will be here, at the very least we'll take out a Mekboy or two." He stayed off the general vox and kept to the squad's channel. Heading to the nearest intact structure he scans the area surrounding their target, looking for an unprotected route to the massive building.

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Fulrik presses the firing rune on Fyrie Wyrm and the missile explodes out of the shell, heading straight for the largest group of Alpha boyz. The "leader" of this ragtag bunch turns his head just in time to see a massive concussive missile slam into his face. The force from the blast knocks all of the group on their green ork bums and leaves them all a bit lighter from the bits of flesh torn off and a bit dazzled from the concussion.

The rest of the team watches from afar as Greeth makes his move to the sky. Greeth presses the rune for his jump pack and soars through the air...crashing into one of the Alpha Boyz in the group on the far right and hacking at one of it's flanks. The chainsword seems to strike true, but only deals a glancing blow in the end as a bit of blood drips from the ork's side.

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Round 1

Outside the Manufactorum

The orks pick themselves up and try to move as quickly as they can to a covering position. The movements are slow and sluggish, obviously illustrating the damage done to them by the concussion missile. They limp towards the littered battlefield, attempting to find cover behind a few busted tanks and debris, but they will not make it...Fulrik already has them in his sights once again.

One of the Alpha Boyz makes his way back into the complex as fast as his legs can carry him, which is surprisingly fast given the shock value of the situation. He finds his way back into the Manufactorum and hopefully to find the aid of his brethren. Another attempts a swipe at his new opponent, but the flesh tearer moves deftly out of the way of the swing, passing the blade as if a child were wielding it.

Mac streams off to a position near the melee, finding himself in a good position for a flamer attack. He angles the hand flamer just right to avoid Greeth and then unleashes a steady stream of promethium into the two Alphas surrounding Greeth. One is struck by the flames and it sears the ork's green flesh a bit darker, but for some reason one of them is able to dodge out of the way while the other jumps to avoid catching fire. He lands with a thud and yells out in a gnarly ork voice that appears incoherent to all those except his brethren.

Bertram observes the battle silently, walking forward to the edge of the battlefield. He silently pushes the rune of his jump pack at the exact right moment where everyone is distracted and none notice the Raven fly through the air and land at the far end of the Manufactorum. He silently stalks past and out of sight around the far end of the building.

The Alpha Boy doesn't take too kindly to Greeth's attack and slams down on Greeth's arm with two furious slashes. Greeth brings up his chainsword to parry but the timing is off and each attack finds a weak point in the joint and causes blood to form inside of the Flesh Tearer's power armor. It trickles down and the ork raises his head with a big grin. "Yu bes watch yurself speez mareeen, we'se is a bit tuffer than ye thoink." He laughs as the second attack strikes down on the angel of death.

The Salamander raises his bolter, next to the Space Wolf. He lets out a semi-auto burst, sending forth 3 mass reactive rounds of death towards the middle group of orks. Two of them slam into the Manufactorum, but one finds purchase in the left arm of an ork that appears to have lost his concentration for a few seconds. It would cost him as a chunk of his arm blows off and splats on the ground behind him, the alpha screaming out in pain from the attack. Two of the alpha's respond with their own fire, but it just smashes into the building that the two space marine's occupy, harmless and ineffective.

Fulrik moves his thumb, an incendiary missile loading itself into his Soundstrike, ready to breathe fire. He takes aim on the same group he had so much success with previously. He steadies himself as his brothers move in to do the Allfather's work. He fires. The initial blast does no harm to the enemies of mankind, but then the real fun begins. The ground is set ablaze and two orks are caught in it, the fire melting some of their flesh as they move around, trying to put out the fire.

Greeth, wary of the blows inflicted and knowing not to underestimate anything, takes a defensive stance and lashes out with his chainsword once again. This time he rends the flesh of the defenseless Alpha who dared attack him in the first place, pummeling into its' right leg and shearing off some of the flesh, digging deep and finding bone. Greeth revs the chainsword once more, sending fleks of flesh flying through the air.

The slowest of the orks disengages and makes a move towards Mac, unhappy with the fire damage inflicted to himself and his comrades.

Alpha C 13; behind cover with his choppa out; has taken 21 wounds
Alpha B 12; half in cover with his choppa out; has taken 30 wounds
Alpha G 12; ran into the Manufactorum
Alpha H 12; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 4 wounds
Alpha A 11; moving to cover with shoota out; has taken 25 wounds
Mac 10; approximately 10 meters from the melee and 6 meters from Alpha J; hand flamer [3/4] [solo mode]
Bertram 10; jump packed to the eastern edge of the Manufactorum [solo mode]
Alpha I 10; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 21 wounds
Alpha D 9; in the open and moving to the right; has taken 21 wounds
Kal'Vek 7; sitting up with Fulrik; Bolter [25/28] [solo mode]
Alpha E 7; fired shots at Kal'vek; Shoota [27/30]
Fulrik 6; sitting on the building with Kal'vek; Soundstrike [6/8 Incendiary] [solo mode]
Alpha F 6; fired shots at Kal'vek; Shoota [27/30]
Greeth 5; defensive stance in melee with Alpha H and I; has taken 4 wounds [solo mode]
Alpha J 5; disengaged and heading for Mac; has taken 4 wounds

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Round 2

Outside the Manufactorum

The fire raged around them, their eyes full of terror at the intensive damage caused by the flames. It swathes and engulfs one of the orks until he falls to the ground, shaking violently to escape the fire, but instead he feels the full wrath of the Emperor's will upon him. The screams are heard round the battlefield, agonizingly feral in their intensity. Before he suffers the same fate as his brethren, the other moves forward out of the flames, but his will would not hold and he runs screaming away from the death behind him.

The two Alpha boyz continue to hack and slash at Greeth, but the Emperor protects the Flesh Tearer and only dents can be seen from the brutal attacks. Greeth in a low tone seaks to his opposite. "Do not twist the holy sound of low gothic with your filthy perversion-PIG!" He yells the last part as he throws a left hook to draw the mongrels attention then follows with a right stab with the chainsword. Apparently, the stupidity of the orks would not succumb to such a trick this time and they deftly escape the blow from the chainsword, laughing menacingly at the misfortune of the space marine in front of them.

Mac blasts another stream of fire towards his onrushing attacker, but just in the nick of time, the oafish brute dodges out of the way of the oncoming attack, blessed by Gork and Mork for a few seconds before charging full-force at the Eagle Knight. His luck ran dry. He barrels towards his foe with purpose, but the swipe from his blade goes wide in his excitement. Gork and Mork were probably laughing at the misfortune in the skies above.

Glancing up Bertram climbed to the nearest window, using the firefight and surrounding for cover. Running a hand over the window he looked into the building. With any luck the orks would be building what passed for their regular "vehicles," he thought to himself. He clears a smudge away and looks inside. When Bertram looks inside, he sees a sizable horde of many regular ork boyz close to the eastern part of the building. He notices when the ork from earlier runs further into the Manufactorum towards the western end, presumably to notify one of its' brethren of the attack. When he looks closer towards that side of the building, he can see a small force of 3 meganobs almost in their mechanical attire, putting on the suits quickly and being helped by the other orks to do so. The Manufactorum is a rather large structure complete with various Machanicus instruments and the like. Metalic beams support the structure in many places as assembly lines continue to churn out products. The inside would normally be kept in tidy shape, but the orks have done away with all of that for the time being. The Warboss is still nowhere to be seen, but even Bertram's eyes cannot see everything insdie the Manufactorum due to its' immensity.

The battle rages outside as one of the orks makes his way to cover and fires off a single round at Kal'vek, the shot going well wide. Kal'Vek takes a moment to observe the orks that have been blasted by missile fire and some are currently aflame. Shifting his gaze to the orks in melee he decides that Greeth and Mac will make short work of them. He focuses again on the group in the middle. Lining up his shot, he unloads with a semi-auto burst. The giant rounds find purchase in the leg of one of the orks. It screams out for a second as blood gushes forth from the new giant hole in his leg. One of the orks drops his shoota and clambers over towards the melee going on near him, itching for a fight.

Fulrik switches targets in the blink of an eye, gritting his teeth together in a savage snarl, his sharp canines hanging down past his bottom lip. Some Orks were burning, others were being taken apart by his brothers on the ground or sniped from a distance by his new brother at his side. He needed to bring them more pain. He needed to take more of their blasphemous lives. He saw two huddled together off to the side of the battle, one of them fleeing into the manufactorum to no doubt bring more of their filthy kind out to die. Good. He flicks his thumb again - fragmentation missile - and lets it fly at the two Orks in his sights. His red mane of hair is pushed back out of his face as the missile flies toward its target. Not enough blood can be spilt this hunt. There is not enough Ork blood in the galaxy to spill.

The frag missile strikes the ground near the two orks, shrapnel kicking up and tearing through their legs and pushes them apart from one another even further. The one moving for the melee must stop momentarily due to the immense pain throbbing forth from its' leg. The other howls and reels from the paint inflicted to his leg, as parts of his foot fly around in a mixture of blood and green flesh. He curses and lets fly a semi-auto burst towards the space wolf, who doesn't even move, for he knows that this foul scum couldn't hit the wall of the Manufactorum if he wanted to. The bullets fly all around Fulrik, missing their mark.

Alpha C 13; behind cover with his choppa out; has taken 5 critical energy damage
Alpha B 12; running around screaming; has taken 30 wounds
Alpha G 12; still in the Manufactorum
Alpha H 12; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 4 wounds
Alpha A 11; fired at Fulrik with shoota [27/30]; has taken 25 wounds
Mac 10; in melee with Alpha J; hand flamer [2/4] [solo mode]
Bertram 10; glancing inside the complex [solo mode]
Alpha I 10; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 21 wounds
Alpha D 9; in cover with shoota [29/30]; has taken 21 wounds
Kal'Vek 7; sitting up with Fulrik; Bolter [22/28] [solo mode]
Alpha E 7; moving towards the melee with choppa; has taken 17 wounds
Fulrik 6; sitting on the building with Kal'vek; Soundstrike [6/8 Incendiary][5/12 Frag] [solo mode]
Alpha F 6; fired shots at Fulrik; Shoota [24/30]; has taken 5 critical explosive damage
Greeth 5; defensive stance in melee with Alpha H and I; has taken 4 wounds [solo mode]
Alpha J 5; in melee with Mac; has taken 4 wounds

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Round 3

Outside the Manufactorum

Two of the alpha boyz continue to run around batting at the flames that engulf their bodies and screaming in their low guttural ork voices about how hot it is as the flames melt away parts of their armor and skin. It is not a pretty sight...well for an ork anyways.

Bertram notices as the alpha boy, who made his way into the building at the beginning of combat, climb the stairs up to the second level of the Manufactorum, before losing sight of him in the various metallic surfaces that block even the Astartes' keen view of the surrounding area.

The combat between Greeth and the Alpha boyz continues as one of the enemies connects solidly again with Greeth's arm inflicting a minor wound under the surface of the ceramite. It cracks a bit under the pressure from the attack and blood can be seen deep below. Blood that immediately begins to coagulate despite the severity of the attack. An attack that would have cleaved a normal man in half and sent the parts of the bodies flying forth into the dirt. One of the alpha boyz in cover decides to fire on Fulrik, and misses terribly due to his own ineptitude with ranged weaponry, cursing his gods silently lest they inflict more pain on him than they have already allowed. Mac swings true at the ork in front of him, but comes up empty as he feels the air whoosh, his blade missing by a mile. His injuries must be taking a toll, for he feels them solidly and can't bring himself to bear any resemblance to his natural self.

Bertram frowned, wondering how many orks were crammed into the building. Over the general vox he alerted the others to this development. "Three meganobs are donning armor, there seems to be a group of boyz waiting for them as well. No sign of primary yet. I'll try and slow these down before heading deeper." Drawing his silenced pistol he slid against the external wall, taking aim at the center of horde. The blast kills a few members of the horde at the back of the massive room, but due to the frenzy of preparing for battle, this goes unnoticed.

The other alpha in combat with Greeth bellows out a snarl and sinks his choppa into the same arm that the other ork attacked, damaging the ceramite even more and cutting deep into the healing wound. The process of coagulation begins anew and Greeth can do nothing but rely on his sacred body to keep him out of any real danger from these vicious ork attacks.

Another of the inaccurate orks takes aim at Kal'vek, smiling as the round seems to be heading for a sure hit, until the space marine lithely steps out the way of the shot, the round hitting into the building behind him. The ork's smile turns. Another ork joins the fray of the melee combat, pushing forward and hitting Greeth, but the armor stands firm, the plating taking all the force of the attack with no damage done to the space marine underneath.

Fulrik aims his soundstrike and fires off another frag missile into the largest concentration of orks still remaining. The force of the blast blows the two damaged orks backwards and onto the ground, unconscious and bleeding profusely from many different wounds inflicted in the previous 18 seconds. More fire comes from the ork positions, but nothing connects with any of the marines.

Kal'vek shifts his sights to the Ork approaching the melee (E). "Unh-nuh,nuh," he says softly to himself before pressing the firing rune. The explosive shells land around the orks feet, but none of them strike the intended target. Kal'vek rolls his eyes inside his helmet. "That was disappointing."

Greeth presses his advantage and attacks the most bloodied Ork in his way. Swiping with chainsword for maximum effect. This time he would not be denied his glory this time. The chainsword rends the flesh of the attacker, severing muscles and making the thing drop his choppa to the ground. Blood pours forth from the wound and not much can be done by this ork except to try and staunch the bleeding in any way he can.

The angered alpha boy, who was singed by Mac's flamer attack, launches forward and attacks the Eagle Knight. The blow hits the same injured arm from the canyon battle, the pain somewhat intense as it flows through his body. The odds of the ork hitting the same spot of his grievous wound were small, but somehow it happened all the same. Mac begins to feel even more tired from the fighting, this entire mission clearly not his best.

Alpha C 13; unconscious and suffering from blood loss; has taken 7 critical damage
Alpha B 12; ; unconscious and has taken 2 critical damage
Alpha G 12; still in the Manufactorum
Alpha H 12; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 4 wounds
Alpha A 11; fired at Fulrik with shoota [24/30]; has taken 25 wounds
Mac 10; in melee with Alpha J; chainsword out; has taken 1 critical damage this combat [solo mode]
Bertram 10; fired into the horde; Bolt pistol [13/14] [solo mode]
Alpha I 10; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 7 critical damage and dropped his choppa
Alpha D 9; in cover with shoota [26/30]; has taken 21 wounds
Kal'Vek 7; sitting up with Fulrik; Bolter [19/28] [solo mode]
Alpha E 7; in melee with Greeth; has taken 17 wounds
Fulrik 6; sitting on the building with Kal'vek; Soundstrike [6/8 Incendiary][4/12 Frag] [solo mode]
Alpha F 6; fired shots at Fulrik; Shoota [21/30]; has taken 5 critical explosive damage
Greeth 5; defensive stance in melee with Alpha H, I, and E; has taken 8 wounds total this combat [solo mode]
Alpha J 5; in melee with Mac; has taken 4 wounds

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Round 4

Outside the Manufactorum

Two of the orks remain unconscious, bleeding profusely from their wounds. They wouldn't be a part of the fight anytime soon...if ever again. The quick one makes his way up further unto the upper levels of the Manufactorum, relying on his quick pace to do something up there. Greeth's main opponent, now that the other had succumbed to his gash and died in a pool of his own foul blood, swings hard at the Flesh Tearer, his choppa coming down hard on the Space Marine's head. The armor is cracked and a sliver of the blade catches Greeth above his left eye, slashing through the fabric and deep into the skin.

The unluckiest of the Alpha Boyz finally connects with a volley of shots towards Fulrik. They strike into the Space Wolf's leg and cause some damage to the son of Russ. Bertram conceals himself from view of the horde in front, unclipping a grenade and giving a small smile. They may not have noticed one of their number going down, but this would certainly get their attention. Aiming for the same point he let the explosive fly. The frag grenade lands in their midst, the large explosive device bouncing on the hard floor of the Manufactorum with a loud clanking noise. One of the ork's looks down for a brief second before silently cursing to Gork and Mork. A large blast ignites all of the orks surrounding the unluckiest one of the bunch, their screams never heard, their bodies incinerated. Bertram moves to another position, concealing himself further from the prying eyes of the ork horde. As he does this, his heightened senses allow him to quickly view something else developing. The 4 Meganobs were fully prepped and already heading to the exit doors of the ground level.

Another volley flies past Fulrik's head, not even close to hitting the mark. Kal'vek takes aim at the same boy as before, popping off a semi-auto burst that strikes the Alpha solidly in his arm and then body. It sends him sprawling to the ground, effectively out of the melee for the time being. The Alpha shakes his head and regains his footing, unable to do much more against his foe.

Fulrik roars and fires another Frag missile at the cowering curr before him. "Eagle, take the high ground and take command of the Hellhound if necessary!" He bellows as Kiwi burns his thrusters and tears off after receiving another brutal blow. "This Wolf still needs to hunt." As much as Fulrik would bolster and taunt Mac for having to retreat, he did not want to see his comrade die at the hands of these worthless brutes. The frag missile flies forth, but strikes in front of the Alpha, rather than directly, causing only minor damage.

Another volley of shots comes for Fulrik, but once again miss the mark. Greeth strikes again at his opponent, inflicting a moderate head wound on the foe. Mac pours burning promethium on the ground around him, covering a judicious retreat with a backwards jump on turbine wings. The mixture of promethium from both of the objects is enough to confuse the Alpha in melee with Mac. He can do nothing but avoid the flames and hope to his gods that he doesn't catch fire.

"Damnation, brothers. I can feel the fight leaving me." His arm was literally hanging by a thread, still held in place only by his armor. "Blood-loss intense, will attempt to keep track of battle from a higher vantage point. Forgive me." The last words were heavily slurred. The EK was battled well beyond exhaustion.

Alpha C 13; unconscious and suffering from blood loss; has taken 7 critical damage
Alpha B 12; ; unconscious and has taken 2 critical damage
Alpha G 12; still in the Manufactorum
Alpha H 12; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 12 wounds
Alpha A 11; fired at Fulrik with shoota [21/30]; has taken 26 wounds
Mac 10; thrusting away from the action; flamer out; has taken 1 critical damage this combat [solo mode]
Bertram 10; lobbed grenade into the horde; Frag [2/3]; Bolt pistol [13/14] [solo mode]
Alpha I 10; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 7 critical damage and dropped his choppa
Alpha D 9; in cover with shoota [26/30]; has taken 21 wounds
Kal'Vek 7; sitting up with Fulrik; Bolter [16/28] [solo mode]
Alpha E 7; in melee with Greeth; has taken 4 critical explosive damage; fatigued (4); stunned
Fulrik 6; sitting on the building with Kal'vek; Soundstrike [6/8 Incendiary][3/12 Frag]; has taken 2 wounds this combat [solo mode]
Alpha F 6; fired shots at Fulrik; Shoota [18/30]; has taken 5 critical explosive damage
Greeth 5; defensive stance in melee with Alpha H and E; has taken 9 wounds total this combat [solo mode]
Alpha J 5; trying not to get burned; has taken 4 wounds
Horde (Mag 41) - has taken 7 mag damage

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Round 5

Outside the Manufactorum

The two crispy Alpha Boyz remain unconscious on the ground, smoldering, but not quite meeting Gork and Mork just yet. The melee battle between Greeth and the other Alphas continues on with a weak strike from the somewhat wounded enemy. He hits the Flesh Tearer, but it merely clinks off the armor. Dumbfounded, he curses under his breath and gets ready for his second attack, which narrowly misses the left flank of the space marine.

Rounds fly once again towards Fulrik and once again they strike true, only this time the light of the Emperor protects the Space Wolf from the crude weaponry of the orks. No damage would come from such a weak attack this time.

Mac falls back to the Hellhound, landing next to it and taking a breather from the exertion of the battle. Much to his surprise, he was failing fast, the wounds inflicted finally taking their toll. He would do better commanding from the rear. A live space marine was much more useful than a dead one.

Bertram curses softly as he sees the meganobs heading out. "Be advised, four meganobs are heading out. Still no sign of the primary target." He voxed, looking for the fastest way to follow the where the other ork had disappeared to. Hoping the others could handle what was coming with the head's up and the explosion would confuse the mob he had attacked he made his move. Becoming one with the shadows he started climbing.

And then he smacks into the ground hard. Quickly, the Raven pulls himself back up and tries to hide in the shadows. Right before heading out the entrance to the Manufactorum, one of the Meganobs turns his head at the sound of the falling marine, catching the glint of his armor. He roars to life and begins his advance towards the position to the West. "Get tha' there speez mareeen boyz! He tryin' ta be all sneakie leakie. Na TODAY!" The Horde turns and begins to prep their weapons quickly, ready to fire at any part of the marine they can see.

Kal'vek smiles at the ork that fired at him, though through his helmet the expression is impossible to see. The explosions and live fire have long made any attempt at secrecy pointless, so he flips on his external vox. "You should be honored that I, a noble Space Marine, will give you a lesson on proper firing technique." The rounds find purchase in the Alpha target, damaging him slightly.

The Alpha that had fallen the previous round and stood up gathers his strength and swings his choppa into Greeth's body with all his might. Only a slight amount of discomfort comes over the Flesh Tearer, but all the wounds would add up soon as his helmet read-out displayed for him. It was time to get rid of some of these pests.

Seeing that the Frag missile did little damage against that particular foe, Fulrik switches it up. The autoloader reloading a fresh Krak missile into the tube. He lines up a shot against the same Ork and fires. "See if you can shrug this off, piss face." The Krak missile hits true and knocks the Alpha Boy to the ground, sending shard of his flesh in multiple directions. An entire chunk of his flank lies close to the body, blood ebbing out of the now unconscious ork.

Greeth was wounded, things looked grim but he would not surrender. He knew that more greenskins were to follow. He pressed his attack on the most wounded one. it was the right choice. With a meaty chop, the leg of the ork comes away at the hip. The Alpha pitches to the ground howling in agony, before dying moments later in a torrent of blood and flesh.

The Horde finds Bertram in their sites to the best of their ability, firing off a voluminous amount of shots. The crude weapons were not quick to deal damage on their own, but in a horde they could pack quite a punch. The arm of the Raven was exposed to the shots and shrapnel from the other rounds. The various pieces of metal shred through parts of the holy power armor and cut the Raven deep.

And then it gets a little more intense.

The first of the meganobs clunks out of the Manufactorum at a run, yelling at the top of his lungs and moving off the right of the building, ready to inflict as much damage as possible to his foes. Another races out and makes his way to the left, ready to move forward into the melee combat that he sites quickly. And the last of them comes out at a stroll carrying a modified snazzgun that looks just about as big as an Astartes bolter. A mighty scope sits atop it and the ugly ork's red mechanical eye zooms in and out as he stops.

"Now tha reeeel patay begghinnnnzzz!"

Alpha C 13; unconscious and suffering from blood loss; has taken 7 critical damage
Alpha B 12; ; unconscious and has taken 2 critical damage
Alpha G 12; still in the Manufactorum
Alpha H 12; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 12 wounds
Meganob A 11; heading to the right of the Manufactorum entrance
Alpha A 11; fired at Fulrik with shoota [18/30]; has taken 7 critical explosive damage; unconscious and bleeding out
Mac 10; by the Hellhound; flamer out; has taken 1 critical damage this combat [solo mode]
Bertram 10; prone but with part of his upper body showing; Frag [2/3]; Bolt pistol [13/14]; has taken 5 wounds [solo mode]
Alpha I 10; in melee with Greeth, choppa out; has taken 7 critical damage and dropped his choppa
Alpha D 9; in cover with shoota [23/30]; has taken 26 wounds
Kal'Vek 7; sitting up with Fulrik; Bolter [13/28] [solo mode]
Alpha E 7; in melee with Greeth; has taken 4 critical explosive damage; fatigued (4); stunned
Fulrik 6; sitting on the building with Kal'vek; Soundstrike [6/8 Incendiary][3/12 Frag]; has taken 2 wounds this combat [solo mode]
Meganob B 6; heading to the left of the Manufactorum entrance
Meganob C 6; standing at the entrance
Alpha F 6; fired shots at Fulrik; Shoota [15/30]; has taken 5 critical explosive damage
Horde (Mag 41) 6; shooting at Bertram's prone form
Greeth 5; defensive stance in melee with Alpha H and E; has taken 1 critical rending damage to the body [solo mode]
Alpha J 5; running towards Mac; has taken 4 wounds
Meganob D 4; 54 meters from Bertram and heading that way