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Send in the Boyz to help soften up those men

Maverick waited patiently. Men, we have these non-believer scum right where we want them...

The defenses I have prepared around this town are impenetable. I have waves upon waves of men set up, in firearcs that cover each other, in fortified positions, and in bunkers. These walls shall not fall, these defences shall NOT waiver.

Gentlemen, the time has come for a new dawn of thrust-related humour. Prepare the Shock Troops for an assault.

*FOOOOOOOOOM*

That, men, is the bridges over the river falling to pieces. The enemy shall have a far harder time getting their vehicles to our defenses than they had originally planned. For no vehicle, large or small, can cross a 70ft river like this.

And Like my forefather, Castellan Creed, I shall cleanse the stars of this filth. Prepare the armoured thrust, Ludd. I wish you to lead it.

"exquisite, m'lud ." a voice sounded in the bunker.
Thrust officer Scrazza strode through the door of the bunker in a very heroical way.
" I have arrived to help you in this quest of thrusting to take my part in this monumental time. I bring with me the 17th regiment of the Khazak Thrusters on foot and the 19th regiment of khazak thruster cavalry on bicycles. all together we number 10000 men strong."
"At you service mi lordships of the thrust."

Munch, sir, it would be an honour to lead the armoured contingent into battle, I will command my forces from the Iron Thrust, my personal Leman Russ.

Farseer Munch sent a message to the hive tyrant. Him and his horde were behind a hill, waiting for the signal that would tell them it was time to strike. telepathicly, Munch requested the harpies and gargolyes.

"We request your help now. We need air superiority. Please send us your harpies and gargolyes. In this cause we are bound, ally. Let us end this."
Seconds later, animalistic screeches and calls could be heard, despite the horrors of war below. A massive horde, possibly numbering over 60 beasts, was descending on the loyalist dogs. The gargoyles started to attack the imperials, and the harpies proide coering fire for the mantas. War had begun, and there was no turning back.

Where do you want the 17th and the 19th, fellow thrusters?

ONWARDS MEN OF THE THRUST!!! we will wipe this non-believer scum from the face of this world.
*The noise of one hundred fully armoured LRBT (Leman Russ Battle Thrusters)*

"Thrust at me will you!" Nikev shouted dodging a attack, "Take this!" He shouted as he thrust his weapon deep into the throat of his enemy. The armies were at a stand still at the riverfront. The Loyalists not being able to advance because of the destroyed bridges, a new way accross was needed. so Nikev went back to the Command Center to figure out a new plan.

Send the 17th and 19th in support of the 2nd Pelvic Titan Legion, Commander Scrazza.

Scrazza, place your men on that ridge, the bikers need to follow up the armoured thrust right into the centre of their lines.

Cadet_Commissar_Ludd wrote:Munch, sir, it would be an honour to lead the armoured contingent into battle, I will command my forces from the Iron Thrust, my personal Leman Russ.

Go, Comrade, and bring aroumered death to the lackeys of Nikev. I will summon my Elven brethren. I will then lead the charge of my brothers.

As the enemies were left with no room to manouvere, the mantas and tiger sharks began their bombing run...

Ludd! Drive now, while Nikev attempts to regroup at his command centre! Trap the loyalists between the banks and your tracks!

aha! do not worry, fellow thrusters. I will back up your assault, I will escort your tank regiment with my Khazak thruster cavalry on bicycles. I shall lead them on my personal pimped bicycle of Khazak.
"Onwards, fellow thrusters, TO BATTLE ! ! ! ! "

The enemy, severely battered by the tau air support were then forced further into cover as the quaking reverbarations of the basilisks filled the air...

"Knights of Nucia, Steel of Razengoar, Angels of Ordain , Isha's Last Hope(Eldar), 1st Cadian Assault Regiment, Army of Slaanesh, 142nd Angel Guard, Storm Riders, Volcarth regiment of Imperial Guard! FIGHT THESE HETHENS BACK AND LET NOT A SINGLE ONE PASS! HOLD THE LINE AND KEEP THEM BACK! ARTILLERY FIRE ON THOSE TANKS! ANGLES STOP THEIR AIR SUPPORT! INFANTRY TARGET THEIR INFANTRY! DESTOY THEM!" Nikev bellowed as he shot round after round into the horde that was assaulting.




(OOC- DAMMIT I"M ALONG RIGHT NOW! AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAGHGHGHGHHGHAGHALKFJODVUIONGOEUNGUIOEN!!!!)

We will crush them with rapid thrusts of my armoured speartip, LRBT (leman russ battle thrusters) onwards!!! we will make them beg us to stop, our thrusts will be too rapid, hard and skillful but will we stop my brethren? NO FOR WE ARE SOLDIERS OF THRUSTONICON!!!!!!!!!!

under cover of the basilisks, the thruster cavaly on bicycles assaulted the royalists scum. at the head of the bicycle assault was thrust officer Scrazza, kicking the pedals of his bicycles like a madman while waving his powerthrustsword and shouting:" FOR THE THRUST AND OUR THUST LORD SHAS'O VERA!!!!!!!!

Yes, let us never forget our lord and master, shas'o vera, even in the heart of this glorious thrust.

Crap....double post...thought the first one didn't go through

Maverick turned to the data-table. The battle was progrssing nicely. Intercepted transmissions told him that The loyalist leader, the heretic Nikev was retreating to regroup. The Air caste attacks were being prepared, and soon, very soon, they would bomb the enemy positions on the far banks. With the bridges down, even the enemy infantry were going to find it hard to make an assault.

Maverick turned then to the mirror, and adjusted his hair. It takes years to look this dashingly handsome, he thought.

Turning once more to the data slate, he gave the command to Munch to reinforce Ludd's previous thrust. Despite being Munch's junior in the Thrust-Corps, he was the senior commander. Munch and Maverick had been close friends in the Schola Thrustenium, and were brothers of war. Munch showed more aptitude for the Political aspect of their crusade, whilst Maverick was a master strategist, commander of both air and ground forces. Munch was the more experienced of the two, an expert ground force commander, always leading from the front.

Maverick adjusted his earpiece.

"Ludd, this is maverick. Watch for enemy air support. It's getting all too quiet."

The Ork Hordes rocketed towards the loyalist lines in their trukks, battlewagons, and looted vehicles. Meanwhile the chapters of Furry Thrusters and the Fallen Pelvic deep striked and teleported in admist the loyalist guardsmen while the tau forces provided fire support.
Commisar Wolfie "Charge Them men! Hit them while they are reeling from our thrusts! Show them how mighty we thrust!"

Scrazza and his bicycle outrider unit charged into the retreating royalist hordes. Scrazza personally killed 17 royalists with his powerthrustsword. The regiment had done well. they swarmed unto the retreating royalist scum. then the order came from high command of Khazak thrusters to stop assaulting and park their bicycles and make ready for the night. When scrazza parked his bicycle and made ready for the night. the Scrazza realized HE was the Khazak high command, and that it was still midday.
"meh doesn't matter, the royalists run, and my men are tired, the crossed no man's land in under 14 minutes"
he was proud of his bicycle equipped warriors.

The Manta's, having finished their shooty scary deathy stuff, began to release their true payload, the sky went dark as thousands of jet thrusting experimental Tau suits began their landing, making strange thrusting motions through the air
"These blue dudes might not thrust like we do but they sure do know how to prosecute a rapid aerial thrust attack..."

Only moments after that sentiment, Ludd's LRBT (leman russ battle thruster) exploded in a thrusty fireball as one of Nikev's heathens plunged a powerfist into it's experimental thrusting reactor (it was powered by Ludd's sheer ability to thrust)

Maverick looked at the map. Apparently the ork horde was making an unauthorised attack. This was to be expected however.

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow

"Thrust Trooper, get me a beer. It's going to be a long night."

Planning to make the most of the battle, Maverick sent word for the Armoured Thrust to retract behind the lines to recover. The Ork horde would cross the river, and continue the assault and pursuit there.

"Commander, send word to the Maurauder Vigilant teams to start searching for the Enemy CP. Cut off the head and the body shall die. Except if it's a pelvic thruster. Nothing stops the body thrusting. Ever."

"Commissar Wolfie, pursue targets across the river, don't let them regroup. Support will come as soon as possible. Vera protects. Good luck."

and with that, maverick cracked open his beer, and began to pelvic thrust his way around the command centre....

War Walkers started assaulting from the east, destroying opposition, and scattering enemy guardsmen. Farseer Munch charged with the guardians, while the dire avangers laid down a withering storm of shurikens. As he charged, Munch thought about Maverick. He had trained with him, eaten with him and fought with him. That was what he loved about the Pelvic thrusting movement. It allowed the pleople of the galaxy to get together and form peace. He hated his Eldar brothers from the other craftworlds, the ones who called the other species mon-keigh. An insult, to anyone they thought inferior. But all this prejudice and hate towards each other, made them no better than the youger species. He vowed he would create a galaxy where everyone cared for each other, where peace was long lasting. He would do this by erasing the dictatorships that was the Imperium, and destroy the arrogant bastards that were his close-minded brethren.

"I hear and obey my lord Maverick. I swear these dogs shall not rest nor know peace until they have all been thourghly thrusted." Commisar Wolfie adjusted his micro bead and then set to swinging his power axe into every loyalist he could find while popping off shots from his bolt pistol screaming "Don't run you cowards! Embrace the thrust. For it shall set you free!"

Making it back to the safety of the command center Nikev cursed for today. "DAMMIT!" He yelled smacking papers off a desk angrily. "You know, smacking papers won't win you this war." Said on of Nikev's Tacticians. "I know, but the damned defenses are too well defended to penetrate. They are slaughtering the guard though they can make no progress through the no mans land, and we can't make progress because we can't get close enough to the river because they cover it from the other side. All we can do now is push the forces they have on no-mans land back across however they got across and keep the stalemate a stalemate.". "Ah" said the Tactician, "We may have a solution here" Nikev and the Tacticians gathered round the tact-map as the forces outside fought.

The next thing Ludd knew, he was flying through the air, he could see the battle all around him, his greatcoat was on fire and the burning hulk of what was left of the Iron Thrust. Suddenly there was a flash of purple and blue, the sound of a jet pack then everything went black...