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This story made me happy, nothing is ever cooler than an Imperial Guard Stormtrooper

Im glad you all liked, even if the grammar happens to be a bit wobly at times. However please do bear in mind that its a Norse telling this tale so cut me some slack. Any I expect the next chapters to be a very, very bloody read.

Overhead thunder and lighting roared ans shook the ground below. Once again the rain had come as it had done on a almost daily basis for the last two months. But the rain was not on anyone’s mid at this time, tension filled the air alongside fear and a hint of hope that one would survive the coming storm.
As the men found shelter and prepared both mind and body alongside their gear. This was the scenes repeated a thousand times over all along the lines.

Meanwhile Corporal James walked across the the muddy field that lay in front of the building he was heading for, it was a weary building that showed its age and lack of maintenance alongside countless bullet holes.
When the rain drenched man entered he found himself simply staring at what meet him inside.
There was a almost wall to wall formation of imposing figures clad in red robes, their eyes was gleaming red and it seemed they where mostly machine and little man, in addition they where armed to the teeth.
The largest held a heavy bolter in one iron clad arm while the other arm ended in a fist that crackled with energy. The rest of giants was armed with a an assortment of las weapons and melta grade weapons.
“HALT HUMAN! NO ONE WILL INTERRUPT THE MODERATI WHILE HE IS IN SESSION!” the thing rumbled in a deep voice that left little room for doubt would happen if its warning was ignored.
He simply stared at warriors clad in red and with a gleaming skull on their robes. This had to be the Skiitari he had heard about from that Cadian officer last night. The foot soldiers and guardians of the tech priests of Mars.

He answered in what he imagined as a steady voice “I am here to see Colonel Frida, I was told to report to her at once”. His reply seemed trigger something in the machine mind of the warrior in front of him. After a few seconds of waiting it responded.
“You speak the truth Guardsman! Enter and go about your duty! Emperor protect”.
The wall of steel and muscle separated and he was granted access to the former mess hall.
When he entered he spent a few minutes looking for her before seeing her near a table with several other grim looking figures clad in the same uniform as she was. A shiver passed up his spine, that woman could make hell freeze over when she was in her role as a commander. Smiling as he walked over he imagined how that energy could be harnessed for less dangerous pursuits.

The now newly promoted Frida was ankle deep in plans for the coming attack, damned if she had ever known these amounts of paper to clog her daily duty. Her first action after this day would be to strangle whoever sent all this nonsense her way. She felt glad still for once more being surrounded by fellow soldiers from Ragnarok in great numbers, perhaps now this almost year long war could be put to an end.
She had taken part in the staff meeting where the highest ranking personnel was present and where the final details was laid. But that was not what had stuck to her mind the most, that was the presence of the Moderati from the Mechanicus.
He had informed them all that the King Slayer was once more ready to offer assistance, it had also been given new companion in light of the coming battle. Its twin engine had marched up from the south where it had been undergoing refitting and repairs after being badly wounded in a major titan on titan engagement neat the fortress of Lundberg.
Alongside the now repaired Angelus would join the two massive Emperor titans in the assault on the fortresses that barred their way.




What the man had said was still very vivid in her mind.
“My lady has instructed me to inform you that she will walk in your aid. However in light of recent losses to our legion we will divert from our main task. We will pursue and kill any green skin god machine. But we will not risk to loose another of our proud kindred due to the failures of the guard to offer the assistance we need.”
This statement had caused many officers to call out their dismay over this but it was made clear from the man who held the highest rank in the room than no such acts of whining was to be heard from servants of the god emperor! After that threat none dared speak less they suffer his wrath.
Hendric S. Loki was not a man to ask for someone’s opinions on plans already layed or to take in account the feelings of some officers who had held the line in these lands for a long time. He had made this very clear the first day he had spent here. The failures of his predecessor was not of interest to him since the man was now dead. And command passed on to someone who not a stranger to warfare of this sort.

On his way back to his own boys James felt somewhat uneasy for the coming assault on Mistral. Hive warfare was always bloody and chaotic but when Orks was involved it was a whole different game.

When the sun rose the next day and replaced the steel grey rain clouds it sent its warming rays down on a already chaotic battlefield.
The first initial steps had gone well for the Guard, but now it looked like they may be dragged down into a bloody quagmire of brutal an remorseless close quarter fighting and massive classes between armoured fist regiments.

But those who had it the worst was the massive amount of Guardsmen who fought tooth and nail to expel the Orks from a series of massive industrial complexes near the final approach to Mistral city.
As Lasguns flashed and crude weapons barked in return, and brutal and to hand fights raged all across that blasted land one would be forgiven for thinking this as the end of a world made manifest.

“GET DOWN! DONT MAKE A BLOODY TARGET YOU ARSE!” Corporal James yelled and jammed his bayonet in the throat of a Ork that tried to grab him. He had yelled that to a squad that was running at full tilt across the floor of the manufacturing plant they where fighting over.
However it fell on deaf ears as the men was shredded by a hail of incoming fire and fell in pieces to the ground.
He risked getting shot when he stood up and sprayed on full auto a couple of Ork gunners at point blank range. This he swore on all things unholy and holy was the single most frighting thing he had ever taken part in.
All around him rounds pinged of steel, guns blazed and men and Ork fought and died. In addition this all happened within waste factories and across broken open squares. And while all this was taking place shells from both sides screamed in and exploded in multicoloured showers of heat and shrapnel.
He and his men had been at this almost suicidal task since dawn, now the day was well past midday and it seemed to never end.
Calling an order for suppressive fire he sprinted over to where the remainder of his men waited for him. As he ran shots kicked up dust around his heels and a bullet flew past his neck but he made it across in one piece.
“Oh how I hate those bastards” he muttered as he caught his breath again. Someone handed him a can of water. He took a Ilho stick from a pocket on his chest and lit it.



Suddenly a series of muffled detonations was heard over the dim of war surrounding them, across the street a building that had held a large amount of Ork gunners shook as someone had clearly thrown something explosive into one of the many broken windows. It seemed to rain Ork bitzs down around them, one unlucky trooper got covered in Ork innards and excrement much to his dismay.

The vox net crackled to life and someone with either mechanical implants or something akin to it said.
“PROCEED GUARDSMEN! ENEMY GUNNERS NEUTRALIZED! PROVIDING COVERING FIRE IN TEN”
The men did not think about who it may have been but as they poured out from the places they had been sheltering they saw their unknown helpers.
Clad in red robes and with bodies enhanced by unknown means the Skiitari stood amongst the broken bodies of Orks and men alike.
The smell of burnt ozone hung in the air and spent shell casings for bolter’s lay all around the rubble strewn street.
James moved to thank the Skitarii but the servants of the machine god already had begun to leave the place.
But one of them waited for him “We do not require expressions of gratefulness human! Only service to Mankind!”

“Well bugger all, now that’s something you don’t see often” someone said and the weary troops pressed on hard towards the place that was designated as the point they where to take and hold.

More Skittari action!

This fight was suitably epic and grimdark. Well written.

Very brilliantly written trond

Glad you all liked it! And I take it your demands for more grimdark and less love has been meet?

When the first day of the offensive ended due to a immense dust storm that had blown in from the never ending plains to the south, it had become clear that this would the hardest battle so far in this war. Even when faced such immense opposition the Orks fought like possessed, for every inch of ground gained the warriors of mankind had to pay in blood.
One of the main reasons for this was the War boss leading them, he towered above all his lesser fellow Orks, unlike many Orks he realised the value of bleeding the enemy dry in such warfare as this. So therefore his boyzs had used any weapon imaginable to kill em zogging ummies, anything from poison gas to earth shattering artillery barrages.

But what this lord of xeno kin loved the most was brutal and bloody hand to hand combat! All through this campaign he had drenched his choppa in blood and gore. As he watched the storm draw in he grinned and imagined the bloodshed to come.

Meanwhile Corporal James and his surviving men now who numbered some two eight hundred of almost three thousand. This left him with the hardened core of veterans and a few replacements who had more than earned their place. As they dug in to shelter from the storm and hold their ground, men swallowed water in large gulps and praised the emperor to be alive while some simply snored like in a deep slumber.
Ammo and other vital supplies had reached them and was being distributed. So it seemed they where free from combat this night at least.


Colonel Frida lead her men trough the storm, it seemed like a big one .but not that it concerned them. Their suits of armour kept them safe and they was well experienced to fighting and moving in such environments now.
She scanned the street in front of them before leaning around the corner to see if any Orks was lurking about.
“All clear move up.” she said and waved her men forwards, as they sprinted across the street. As she crossed as one of the last she caught a glint of something at the far end of the street.
Suddenly a shot speed by and ricocheted of a wall.
“CONTACT! FAR END OF THE FRAKKING STREET!” someone yelled and the sounds of the storm was drowned in the noise of the weapons being unleashed.
She aimed and fired a burst at a Ork that had jumped down from a low roof and was running at full speed towards cover.
The rounds hit home and the brute fell dead down.
As she reloaded someone screamed to get down, as she dived for cover a stinging pain ripped true her left foot.
“Oh bugger” she thought and looked down. A round had clipped her, ripping apart what protected her foot.
But others had been hit worse, the incoming mix of grenades and shells had taken a bloody toll. Many men lay dead or in great pain as the medics worked to save them. Although most knew it was not going to end as in the stories.
When she saw her men dying in these dust and filth covered ruins something. She had seen it all before on countess worlds but this..... to see the few remaing men of her own regiment spilling their life blood made the normally calm and level headed leader snap.

“ON MY MARK SUPPRESSIVE FIRE ON THAT BUILDING!” she called out and pointed to a large concrete structure some fifty meters away.
The ordered fire was murderous and pinned down anything inside, taking no heed of the danger to her own life she ran like a bullet over the street.
As she felt her lungs about to give out from the sheer stress and the murderous run across the street she unslung her weapon and in one move gave the rusty door a brutal kick that sent it flying into the room. She stormed in bolter leading the way, the Ork who was present in the room was shot to pieces by a long burst, as she moved with cautious steps up the ruined hallway she heard guns firing and Orks howling all around her.
Her training kicked in and in a fluid motion she tossed a grenade into a room and gave the two next ones the same treatment. The detonations rocked the building and sent dust falling down from the roof, looking into one room she saw remains of green and other assorted bits.
But now her element of surprise was gone, she heard the pounding of feet and the hoarse howls of Orks.
Now it would become a bit more interesting she decided and aimed for the door that led upwards.
Suddenly a immense form filled the doorway, snorting like a great monster from legends of old the Nob carried a crude looking gun and a large sword was strapped to its back.

“Oh gak” she muttered as her new opponent cocked his weapon and seemed smile as if happy to have found new prey.
She squeezed the trigger and a hail of shots raked across the doorway where the Nob stood, most of the gaks hit home but seemed to ping of the amour plates the ork wore as some sort of protection.
Snorting in anger it took aim and was about to fire when a explosion that threw both ork and woman to the ground rattled the building.

“Oi waz wut that” the Nob muttered and shook dust of its great frame and looked around for the ummie who had shot at it. That grot had even scratched his favorite amour! This was not simply war, it was personal.
As he walked down the hallway he was not aware that beside him, a unconscious storm trooper and generous amounts of spent shell casings someone else was in the room.
Hie ears picked up a low hum and he turned.
“oH ZOG.......” was all had time to say before a crackling power fist took his head of and sent blood into the air as if someone had thrown paint into the air.
“SUFFER NOT THE XENO TO LIVE!” the great shape said and walked over to where Frida lay, only now was she starting to regain her senses.

She looked up expecting a sneering Ork to stand over her but instead stood a giant of a red clad warrior. His face was concealed by a hood and one of his hands had the form of a deactivated power fist. The other was a heavy bolter with some modifications to it.
“Are you capable of operating? Will relay message to nearby friendly forces if need of aid” the Skiitari said and merely stared at her.
“No I am okay if a bit dusty” she said and coughed. The machine soldier merely looked at her and continued in its deep bass filled voice.
“Incapable of changing air quality. Combat operations is needed to end before atmospheric modifications can be attempted. Will offer escort until ordered otherwise by legion command.”


Some time before the heroic and almost fatal charge done by the previously mentioned Ragnarokian Storm troop commander someone else was making steady progress true the city remains.
Task force Cerberus was moving in silence. No communication was required as the hundred strong Skiitari troop was all joined in a communal link.
Their task was to reckon and identify possible paths for Titans and damages to the facilities controlled in years past by the priesthood of Mars.
They had meet strong opposition but the Orks could not stand before their power. They where some of the best Adeptus Mech forces on the ground and it showed, their bodies where walking temples to the art of war.

Leading them was a giant of their own kid. They had been instructed to divert from the set course to bypass several Ork strong points and thus speeding up their completion of the mission.
As they neared a checkpoint the sound of gunfire and screaming of artillery could be heard, alongside the muffled booms of hand thrown explosive devices.
Issuing a series of wordless commands the Centurion ordered his brethren to engage and annihilate enemy, while he preformed a flank attack.

He smashed down a partially broken wall and proceeded true a broken house then by unleashing a hail of heavy bolter rounds did he force open the massive steel door leading into the target structure. While he gained entry he heard and registered several booms and a distinct sound of bolter fire coming from upstairs.
He entered the first room and was rushed by several Ork boyzs, a few where simply shot down while the rest was pulped by his energy lazed fist. A unlucky Ork was ripped in two while another beaten to death with the corpse of a fellow xeno. These kills only irritated him, being forced to divert from main objective always did this to him.
As he ascended the building several other Orks died by his hands. He conserved ammunition and his bolter was used as a brutal club to compliment his power fist.

Suddenly a massive blast shook the building, he was seconds after informed by a fellow Skiitari that a Ork gunner had been neutralized by the use of rocket fire.
Entering a long and ruined hallway he saw a huge Ork loom ahead of him, activating his fist he started to chant his hymn of strength and loyalty to the machine god.
The Ork heard him coming and turned but only profanities escaped its lips.

Very good. very well written.

EDIT: ground veiw of a Titans wrath now?

At this point I feel kinda bad for the Orks.

Makes me yearn for an Ad Mech codex.

Are we going to see any Knights?

I hear your yearning brother, and no. I will not include more characters, it makes for a drawn out end game

How about a Infantryman's view of a Titan in combat?

Outside the now secured and bullet riddled building her men formed up, preparing to make entry and search for their commander. The suppressive fire had died down when the Ork gunners had been mercilessly gunned down by a advancing troop of Skiitari.
The machine cult warriors had taken several looses and others had been nicked by enemy fire and close quarter weapons but their initial flank attack had been vital and more importantly devastating to the Orks who had fought to the end. Taking many men with them in death with one last charge.

As the lead trooper prepared to enter a familiar voice sounded across the vox net.
“No need to get all jumpy boys, I am still alive.” the voice of Colonel Frida announced. She appeared in the door, her gun resting in her arms. But what came behind here was more intimidating, standing almost eighth feet tall the Centurion towered above the humans. His emotionless eyes scanned them all and localized his fellow Skiitari.
As he stepped out on the street he scanned for any hidden foe but none where found, clearly the flank attack had been successful. As he made his way towards them a voice called out to him.
“Thank you, I own you one red eye” a female voice that he recognized stated.
Turning his head and forming a reply that was appropriate to the situation.
“Acknowledged human! Will move to support other Skiitari elements.”
with those words the still standing Skiitari assembled and moved out.


Frida stared after that massive beast of a machine, Emperor know she would hate to have fight one of those. Thankfully they where friendlies, and damned good soldiers too.
After consulting the map and the vox net for new orders from command she and her men moved out.
As a band of ghosts they moved trough the district, several times they came under attack. And often that resulted in wounded or dying men, slowly their strength was being bled away but still they proved a dangerous foe for any green skins hoping to add to their kill score. Ever alert these troops pressed on.
As they paused in a ruined church they suddenly felt the ground shake and the broken glass windows rattle, as if something heavy or immense slowly came closer.
“Emperor have mercy” someone muttered as the wind suddenly died down and with it the the great cloud of dust that had obscured sight.
Out from the setting dust clouds came five immense shapes, moving forwards in slow procession these avatars of war came to end the battle for the industrial sector.
Leading them was a familiar figure. Its hide repaired and the banners once shredded by gun fire and explosions the massive shape of the King Slayer could be seen.

But if one where to turn and watch in the opposite direction one would see hat the Green skins clearly was prepared for this, marching to meet them was a large number of their crude but effective scrap titans accompanied by swarms of ramshackle vehicles that had escaped the battle that had claimed many other such devices.
Now this phase of the war would end. Now was the time where the full might of the remaing Imperial Titans on this front would be unleashed. Leading them was the infamous twin god engines King Slayer and The Diabolus marched side by side. Flanking them was the Reaver titans who had the task of keeping enemy amour of their larger kin so they could wipe out enemy scrap titans.



Princep Valeria felt a surge of something that could almost resemble joy flow trough her companion as they walked alongside their sibling. The two Princep were close friends as two of their status and occupation could be. Both where veterans of wars and strife.

“ENGAGE ENEMY MACHINE! FIRE HELLSTORM THEN ALL SECONDARY WEAPONS!” she called out as they began to exchange fire with the hated foe. But it seemed the Orks had learned, the sky seemed to light up as hidden field guns poured fire on them and tanks lobbed shells. But to reveal oneself was dangerous, many such positions was atomized while others where bombarded by the Imperial Guard guns.
As her Titan seemed to growl she allowed it to vent the building heat and let cold cooling liquids wash through the rapidly heating systems.
“Confirmed hit my lady. Enemy tank formation destroyed. But enemy god engines are closing in fast. Recommend prioritization of targets.” one of her crew said in a somewhat strained voice.
She fulfilled that request and sent a spear of heat at one smaller abomination that simply melted.

When these immense gods strode to war terror reigned for those walking in their shadow. The thundering of their guns could kill a man or rend him deaf if he was to stray to near.
Corporal James and his men felt just that as a Reaver strode past them with its weapons spitting death and its sirens screaming the God Machines hate for the enemy.

Following the Titans came the guardsmen, they dueled with the seemingly endless stream of Orks that poured out from the ruins.
He cursed as a trooper dropped with his head blown in half, the shooter was rewarded by being turned into a lazing torch when a flamer armed trooper dozed the building in guts of flames.
All around him his lads where fighting like mad dogs to keep the blood crazed Orks from over running them.
Ducking to avoid a swing aimed at his head he fired at point blank range, the las shot sent the Ork tumbling down to the ground where it was finished of with a bayonet trust to the neck.

He looked up just to see a immense shadow set on them all, towering above them came a familiar sight. The shadow belonged to the King Slayer, it strode forth while searching for a chance to bring death to its foes.
Meanwhile its close defense turrets spat death down on the foe beneath its massive form.
This proved vital if unintentional to the hard pressed guardsmen, as auto cannon and bolter fire raked the enemy they managed to push trough the the encirclement and link up with elements of friendly forces.

However these was not Guardsmen but the massed might of the Skiitari, they marched alongside their lords to war. They ignored casualties and heavy enemy deference's and simply strode forth spewing death and punishment. But they too had suffered great looses at the hands of the Orks so cooperation with other Imperial forces was required.
Leading these towering soldiers was a imposing figure, he was clad in amour that could rival that of an Astartes and wielding powerful weapons he led his brethren alongside the human soldiers of the Guard.
His plasma cannon sent bolts of pale energy towards the foe while the other arm gripped a massive hammer.

This should all turn out suitably apocalyptic ...

One question - would a Titan crewman really refer to Ork scrap titans as GOD engines? Seems a little blasphemous to me ... where's that Commissar?

Well I dunno, I missed that day at school when Titan crew members had a lecture And that Commisar was eaten by a Ork

The fall of the two fortresses guarding Mistral city was a grim affair, the first who housed in the times before the war proud regiments and countless tanks and other weapons of war now swarmed with Orks.
Its proud walls defiled and its weapons abused by its new holders. But the fortress still would prove a formidable obstacle to anyone assaulting it. But the forces who layed siege did not intent to take it intact.
The grim soldiers of the Ragnarokian 134th had encircled it and now poured fire from their heavy guns onto it.
Meanwhile this was happening a sinister greeting to the Green skins was being prepared in their rear lines, massive mobile missile launchers where being brought into their final positions.

Red clad tech priests chanted and applied sacred oils to the weapons, they also chanted litanies of devastation and suffering onto the hated xenos.
Within these weapons lay a gruesome cargo, biological and chemical weapons had been sanctioned by the Marshal for deployment, he had expressed no desire to be bogged down in a fight for the fort. He intended to make anything inside die slowly and merely mop up the remains afterwards.
This was the kind of warfare his en excelled at and now they would demonstrate their skills for all to see.

The fall of its twin was far more dramatic, it came under a sustained and heavy assault from the combined might of eight Guard regiments. The brave men hurled themselves at the foe eager to break them and begin the end of this war. The outer sections were subjects to some of the hardest fighting yet seen in the entire war. It was here the Ork who ranked second in command meet its fate as the massive creature lead its kin in war.


The walls was stained a deep color of red, and the air reeked of death and suffering. Countless shots filled the air and heavy weapons raked the bastions as man and ork clashed. The fighting was particularly brutal near the western gate that was the main entry point to the fortress.
The gate had been raked by countless rounds and stills stood firm but the wall to its right had been breached when a shot from a baneblade had missed and slammed into the wall.
The Ork lieutenant looked like a beast from the old tales told in the early days of mankind. Its great frame was heavily set with muscles and clad in massive amour, it roared a challenge to a ummie wearing a great black coat.
The man believed himself brave and skilled with the growling blade he wielded. But his gruesome end showed that when fighting such foes merely believing one is skilled dose not help the end result. As he struck the beast it grabbed him with one ham sized hand and tore the man into two Pisces before eating one part and spitting the pointy hat out with a annoyed growl.

The now field promoted Captain James cursed as a shot zipped by him followed by several more, he returned fire and as rewarded with a howl of pain, but he realized this was not going well for the Guard. The damnable Orks had fought them like daemons every step they had taken towards the taking this place.
One of his men aimed a grenade launcher up at the higher section of the wall and sent several air burst grenades spinning upwards, they detonated and raked the Orks up there with shrapnel.

Suddenly James hear a wet slap and felt warm liquid splash his face. His legs gave out and he found himself tumbling down to the ground where he came to a stop when a fellow trooper grabbed a hold of him.

“MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN! SOMEONE GET THAT FRAKKING MEDIC HERE!” the trooper who happened to be his second in command screamed over the sounds if the intensifying battle,.
James felt blood trickle down from the wound in his shoulder, oh emperor how it hurt. He realized he was being hauled away by a pair of strong arms. He managed to look up and saw a familiar face helping him to safety.
As the medic worked like mad to save him he felt himself growing cold and tired. Oh throne this was a real gakky day he thought and coughed blood.

The turning point in the battle came when two companies of Skiitari joined the fray. Advancing under the cover of a heavy bombardment from supporting Adeptus Mech forces they closed with the Orks, their whole life had forged them into peerless and most importantly to be utterly fearless.
Wielding weapons too heavy or complex for mere humans they cut a bloody path up the bloodied steppes of the fortress.
But even with these reinforcements it was clear that the battle was far from over. Time and time again the thundering charge of Orks drove the Guardsmen and Skiitari back.
But eventually they cut down in a hail of weapon fire and cut down by gleaming steel.
Now the road lay open onto Mistral and victory!

I like your writing style, as per usual. You're very good at describing epic battles and that sort of thing.

That being said, it feels like the story doesn't have enough tension. Its too obvious that the Guardsmen are going to win and the good guys will be alright. There should be more uncertainty and more fear.

Thank you for your honest feedback, yes it seems I have failed at that particular point, I will try to bring more fear and uncertainty into the closing chapters.

To any new readers, please disregard the latest chapter. Its not worth reading. After reading my work I realize I have no desire to continue it, this is mostly to me having no inspiration and realizing it has become yet another happy ending story about the Guard crushing their opponents. Thanks for all your time spent reading and commenting

Still, the story was going really strong. It was awesome reading the descriptions of the the God-Titans going to war. Perhaps you'll do much better next time!

I quite enjoyed the whole thing, actually ...

What's wrong with the odd ray of sunshine piercing the grimdark gloom? Characters we engage with, we care about, are entitled to have their time in a happy place, surely?

Or maybe I'm just an old romantic at heart.

He is a very lucky man, saved from an ork by a girl......

So it seems I was wrong about ending this story, after some perhaps much needed encouragement and hints at improvements from my missus it may yet come a new chapter. I can not express how much I appreciate all your support gentlemen, it really, really helps me get thru the days however cliche it may sound like.

MORE! GIVE ME MORE! please dont stop i have enjoyed reading this and would like an ending be it a grimdark/happy ending i would like to hear it, cheers.

Calm down now, no need to get all fired up. new section up in the vourse of this evening

Ok ok I will try, but you only have yourself to blame for some kick ass reading, carry on my good man carry on your doing a stand up job.

However all was not going as planed. While the Guard triumphed at the two forts the fighting in the industrial sector had taken a turn for the worse, following a collapse of a rifle company after a devastating attack by enemy walkers the flank of the guardsmen fighting there was sorely exposed.
And for anyone still left alive in that sector they would realise that the figure who commanded the Orks had appeared.
Leading his boyzs into battle the war boss and his body guards carved a path so bloody that the servants of Khorne would not be offended by their work with blade and axe. The now all but dead regiment had been made up of replacements and other less than hardened troops.

Seeing this as a moment for him to turn the war that had been going against his plans for too long the brute poured all he had of troops into the attack. Determined to whip the ruined ground clean of ummies and dance a macabre dance upon their defiled corpses they pressed hard onwards.

War boss Grima Skullsmasha howled in rage and brought his gore stained blade down hard on a screaming ummie, he felt the Waaaaggghhh energy surge through his great body. He and his Nobzs tore the weaklings that stood before them into minced meat.
Now these gitzs would realize how it was to fight a proper Ork!


Tribune Saverok felt a feeling of disgust as he sliced a Ork from head to groin with his gleaming blade, damned this infernal beasts. He and his remaing Skiitari troops had been forced backwards by the sudden tidal wave of Orks that had slammed into their flanks. The attack had come unexpected and sudden, leaving them with little time to prepare or redirect troops to meet the attack.
He fired a shot from his arm mounted plasma weapon and nicked a Ork shoota that went down while clutching its melted hip and howling in pain.
He heard the rattle of heavy bolters and the thud of auto cannons as the Skiitari poured fire onto the Orks in an attempt to stem the tide and turn it around.
But it seemed there where no hope of doing so, only the death of the ork leader could end this attack.
“ALL SKIITARI! PHALANX FORMATIONS! LET THEM BREAK AGAINST OUR WEAPONS AND FAITH!” he sent out over their communal link.

The Skiitari obeyed flawlessly and formed ranks, the front covered by those armed for close quarter combat and with weapons for crowd control their more heavily armed brothers formed up behind and began unleashing a torrent of fire.
Aided by several squads of Praetorians they held the Orks at bay, but it seemed like a fools hope. The Guard was in tatters at this point and sorely pressed for reinforcements and more substantial forms of weapons brought to bear on the Orks.

Meanwhile these fateful events transpired all around the battlefield it could seem like the fate of the war hung in a thin blood soaked tread.


“My lady we are receiving several distress calls from both Skiitari elements and Guard forces. It seems like the green skins have broken he lines of the imperial guard. What is your command?” said a sweating and bone weary Andros. He felt a surge of pain as the Titan made is feelings know about being distracted from the battle that unfolded around them.
For the first time in many, many years he felt a small sense of fear creep into his mind. No mater how many Ork tanks, walkers or other assorted ramshackle vehicles they destroyed it seemed to be no end.
His thoughts was interrupted by the chilling voice of his Princep.

“ANDROS! WE NEED TO END THIS ENDLESS STREAM OF SCRAP! LOCATE ENEMY SCARP YARD” she rasped clearly in agony as the God engine became more and more enraged.

He worked as if on fire, reading long range auspex scans and aerial reckon he managed to locate what he was asked to find. As he relayed the co-ordinates he wondered what was now to unfold.

Princep Valeria felt the spirit of the King Slayer roar in anger as she unleashed its weapons once more. it had grown tired of killing these crude foes, and when its kindred had to withdraw from the field leaving only it and the Diabolus left to deal with the Ork mechanized treat.
The Diabolus sensed what was about to transpire and doubled its effort to shield its twin from the enemy Titans, it lashed out like a corned beast and its close range defenses almost overheated as they fought to keep the green skins at bay.
A signal raced up from the wreck strew fields and up true the clouds and into the void. There two immense ships received it and began to manoeuvre into position.

“Thank you Andros, you have been a stalwart companion all these years.” she muttered and let out a hiss as if in pain. Oh how tired she felt, if only she could sleep and drift into the calm and welcoming darkness of the night and not be confined to this prison of a pod.
Gathering her strength she issued a series of commands and ordered the withdrawal from these cursed fields.
The Guard would have their support after all, even after her rash and hateful words and promises of death not long ago.

When the Orks saw the two enemy Titans slowly withdraw they howled in celebration of their victory, but they had failed to take in account the might of man did not only extend to the ground but also to the cold void above this war torn world.
Failing from the stormy skies came a storm of fire failing towards the ground below.
The objects impacted and detonated in immense mushroom shaped clouds, great fire storms raged and roared in the wake and tremors shook the ground.
The roaring winds that followed carried the stench of radiation and charred flesh. This marked the final chapter in the armored battle that had raged for days. The Ork scrapyards was now noting more than radiation filled craters pocket marked by the detonation of the vast amount of fuel and ordnance laying unshielded all around.

Meanwhile the carnage carried on in the industrial district outside Mistral city. The Phalanx formations formed by the now dwindling Skiitari troops had been all but overrun and the guard was hard pressed to stay in the fight even with reinforcements on station.

Tribune Saverok chanted a litany of hate as his plasma weapon spewed death and his blade drank deep of the enemy. His armour was dented and pocket marked, and his red robe was all but gone. Around him his Praetorians claimed a bloody toll of the foe but they to had been pressed hard and few still lived.
“FOR MARS! DIE FOUL BEAST!” he howled and chopped the arm of a Nob, as he turned a massive blow sent him flying trough the air and landing hard.
When he looked up he saw the single largest Ork he had even seen standing over him with a gleaming blade raised and a howl of hate sounding from its lungs.
“COME ON YA GIT! IZ AINT DO NE WITH YA YET!” it growled and waited for him to get up.

Pushing himself up and picking up his blade Tribune Saverok stared at the beast with hate in his eyes.
“You die now beast!” was all he said before the two warriors classed in a shower of sparks and rage.

Very very Grimdark!

Loving it! Nuke the site from orbit, huh? Guess that's the only way to be sure.

Looking forward to seeing the face-off between Saverok and the warboss ... setting up nicely for an epic conclusion.