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"I'm a captain now? Thanks for the promotion rookie!"

It had appeared Segari's missing marine had been slightly concussed during a scrap with a blunt choppa.

"Prepare the missles and wait for the captains orders."

"We will ambush them. If the Jaded Watch and I act as a melee blockade, the Rayven can hammer them from cover. I suggest that the Rayven find a farther piece of terrain, along with the Griffin. Basilisk, you stay nearby. Your melta specialty could prove more than useful.

Aloysus smiled broadly as he warmed up the melta on his combi-bolter. "Just say the word, captain, and we'll slag those moving scrapheaps!"

Segari and his rookie found a high perch in a destroyed land raider, using the blown out insides as cover. He noticed a scout, torn apart and disfigured. He said a silent prayer, holstered his pistol and sword, grasping the scouts rifle.
"Fire your krak missle at the lead vehicle, I will call targets and pick off suvivors"

"In position captain" he voxed.

"Squad, form up on Line Officer Kalar! We shall act as a shield for our brethren as they flank the enemy. Move on my command. When I signal the Rayvan, withdraw.to allow accurate fire. Any caught by friendly fire will be flogged with the chain if they survive!"

OOC: Lol friendly dire.

The convoy of Ork vehicles could be heard in the distance. The marines ducked down, ready to destroy on Dreph's command. As they rattled through the ruins, Dreph uttered the word"Fire." into his Vox.

"Basilisk form up. 4 with me on the Jaded Watch's right. Meltahunner and 4 others on the left flank. Krak grenades out and bolters up. Kill any survivors. Meltas priority targets are any surviving vehicles "

Deadshot wrote:"Squad, form up on Line Officer Kalar! We shall act as a shield for our brethren as they flank the enemy. Move on my command. When I signal the Rayvan, withdraw.to allow accurate fire. Any caught by friendly fire will be flogged with the chain if they survive!"

OOC: Sorry, what? We're set up for an enemy assault, and then you threaten to flog our troops? ARE YOU INSANE?!

The sky filled with the scream of missiles. Melta beams reduced battlewagons into molten slag. As Orks scrambled out of the wreckage, they were mowed down in a hail of bolter shells.

"Wake up rookie".

He slapped the back of his head, the signal.

Segari lined up on the second driver, a war buggy brisiling with weapons and ork boys.
He relaxed.
He drew a breath.
He fired. The shot span through the air dropping right into the orks face, spraying brain everywhere. The orks limp body dragged the steering wheel left, flipping over, killing and maiming the orks hanging onto the back.

"Ceasefire, convoy halted, you are clear for close assualt brothers"

Apollus lined up a second shot, this time at the spilled cache of ammo on the ground. As the round hit the upturned buggy lit up in flames engulfing the boys trying to crawl away from the wreck.
"No mercy" he lectured to his rookie, who was still reloading for a second barrage.

BlapBlapBlap wrote:

Deadshot wrote:"Squad, form up on Line Officer Kalar! We shall act as a shield for our brethren as they flank the enemy. Move on my command. When I signal the Rayvan, withdraw.to allow accurate fire. Any caught by friendly fire will be flogged with the chain if they survive!"

OOC: Sorry, what? We're set up for an enemy assault, and then you threaten to flog our troops? ARE YOU INSANE?!

Just my squad. Its what my character does. See the last page and his personality.

Rephosus targeted one of the trukks and prepared a krak missile after saying a small hymn for the machine spirit he fired his first shot it hit the target and its wheels where blown off. Shamefully enough it was just immobilized but he saw a terrifying sight orks bikers led by a nob biker.
He gathered up his courage and fired again this time blowing up the blasted truck and eliminating the orks inside. after that he said to the ''real'' commander sir a group of bikers have been spotted. Sergeant Segari I don't think we can hit those bikers at the speed they are going. What do you advice?

"Griffin, move up and let out the flames. Me and the Watch shall charge them. That should allow some damage."

OOC: I wont be able to post until like 4 o'clock because im at school so you cant expect i will reply directly at certain moments.

Aloysus was alive. A trukk aimed straight for him, its driver laughing maniacally as he aimed to run him down, whilst the orks in the back hollered and fired wildly at the Basilisks. Taking careful aim Aloysus unloaded his melta onto the engine block of the trukk. The trukk dug its nose into the ground, crushing the driver and catapulting the orks out over the Knights of the Basilisk, who shot them out of the sky. They were all dead by the time they hit the ground. Aloysus slapped home a new melta charge. "Look lads," he said over the vox "Its raining orks!"

"Brothers of the Jaded Watch, attack! For the Phenocian!"

"Knights of the Basilisk, fire support of the Watch. No mercy!"

The Rayven squad stood down, allowing the "blunt" instruments of the assualt to mop up Segari's mess.
"You are releived for a while rookie, go pray and clean your weapon. Reflect on what you have witnessed".
Segari had much to teach the young marine.

The last of the orks turned to run. His combi-bolter needed to be reloaded, so Aloysus pulled out his blade and threw it. It flew straight and true, slicing through the back of the orks neck between its vertebrae, the point emerging from its throat. It crumpled, very dead. Aloysus slammed home another ammo clip and walked to the dead ork, pulling free his blade and wiping it clean on the dead ork. "Never turn your back on The Children of the Emperor, xenos scum!" He told the corpse.

Yes sergeant happy the sergeant allowed him to clean his weapon. ''Rephosus was starting to see sergeant Segari as a mentor.'' He took his special anointing oil one of the artificers gave him and cleaned the weapon with it. He looked for any malfunctions and after he saw the weapon was clear he watched the battle beneath. Wondering why sergeant Aloysus misused the blade for range why it was meant for close quarters combat?

Segari took his time picking off the fleeing orks. Carefully studdying each targets movement then at the right time releasing a round which caught its unaware target in the back of the back.
"Time to pack up rookie". Rayven squad rejoined their commander in the killing zone. On his way down he noticed an ork crawling with most of its limbs gone. Instead of a quick shot to the head Segari smashed the orks skull in with the butt of his storm bolter. He then noticed the rookie was about to point out the proper functions of a pistol, but decided not to.

Sir yes sir i took my bolt pistol and combat knive and stormed the closest ork. I aimed and made a head shot. But then a second ork stormed me. i was fending him off remembering why i am a devastator and not an assault marine.

Hectoris spun, smashing 3 Orks away with his thunder hammer before stamping hard on the one below him, knockied to the floor by the concussive force from his storm shield's blow. Without warning a truely masive Nob appeared, swinging its massive claw at his helmet. He countered the blow with his shield and swung a mighty underarm blow at the Ork's chest. It collided with a atrocious sound of metal on metal. When the blood and skin fell away it revealed a metalic skeleton and a mechanical heeart. The Ork seemed to have barely phased by the strike. It swung at Hectoris with his claw again, this time colliding with his hammer arm, causing him to drop his weapon.

He spun away and smashed his shield into his opponent's face and dived for his hammer. Sparks flashed before his eyes as the Ork kicked him the head with nob nail boots, the autosenses deactivated momentarily. He felt the claw tearing at his back, his shield unable to defend him, though thankfully the Crux Terminatus was holding. His hand snapped out, grabbing the Nob's ancle and, rising with a fury and an oath that would make most men cower, hurled the massive Ork away, the servos of even his mighty armour straining to move the huge bulk.
"Incoming Borther," he voxed to his squad mate as the Ork flew threw the air. One member turned, and swung his hammer two handed at enormous greenskin, the blow striking with force enough to obliterate the ork entirely.

Retrieving his hammer, he fell upon the enemy with the fury of a man possessed.

Sergeant Segari shook his head, helping the rookie by slicing its torso in two with his power sword.
"Death cannot always be delivered from range, precision is also necessary when dispatching with the blade".

Yes sir i understand
I took my bolt pistol and killed another 2 orks. After imitating the attack sergeant Segari made i sliced a third orks head in 2.

"I'm not a sir, I'm a sergeant, I work for a living!" he said smiling punching his rookie in the pauldron. Segari was proud of his long lost squad, or what was left of it.
"Come, the commander summons us, the ork has finally routed"

"How shall we proceed, Captain?" Aloysus asked. "We'll make better time is we try to avoid the orks, but I mislike the idea of leaving any we encounter alive."

Finally i was wondering when we would hear of him i haven't seen him in the heat of battle.

The greenskins were without number. He had heard casualty reports from other corners of the battle. Too many had fallen.

"Damned Orks! You shall not stand in the way of perfection!" He roared, smashing another one to the ground. A tapping frombelow made him look down. A gretchin was smacking his foot, which had crushed the mewling greenskins legs, with a tiny revolver, firing ineffectively at his kneecap. He took slow deliberance when raising his foot, and equal care when replacing it upon the entire creature. He grinned at the scream before the sickening crunch of tiny bones underfoot. he roared and caught the greenskin who lept at him, the beast's arms trapped in his own, and crushed it with his embrace.

"Sir, a large group of Orks has broken off and is moving towards Squad Rayven's position!"

"Segari..." he voxed.