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Darkvoidof40k wrote:OOC: Shall we say Commissar Nikev's on a landing craft or something? Because the ship he was on is the one I described in green.

*Wakes up groggily, runs outside and raises his fist to the Air "DAMN YOU DARKVOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOID!"*

"SIR!" Cried the Pilot in shock,"ORKS HAVE ENTERED THE SYSTEM!"
"Damnit, where are they now? Will we make it planet side?" Nikev Asked.
"Yes Sir, Ship-Master Malnor is now engaging them." Nikev looked out the port window and saw Victory's Sword turning to engage the enemy. Nikev pushed the ship to ship com-switch "Good luck ship-master. May our Lady's Grace guide you through the dark."
"Roger that Commissar. Fly safe, I'm emergency sending the Nucian, Ordainian, and Razangoarian forces down, this doesn't seem to be a battle I can win. May you carry on in our Lady's Honour."
As NIkev turned to sit back in his seat, he could swear that he could see the outline of ships in the far distance. "Damnit, they just won't back the rak off."


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The emergency drop lights flashed aboard Victory's Sword. Troopers, mechanics, and pilots alike were rushing to their drop-pods/tanks/and Space-craft alike. The Angels of Ordain began preparations for Defense and Offense. The Steel of Razengoar sat in their tanks awaiting to be dropped planet side. The Remaining Knights of Nucia settled in the seats upon the vast number of drop ships, preparing to drop planet-side and be alongside their comrades. In all, they were 50,000 foot troops strong, 10,000 vehicles strong, and 80,000 fighters strong. Though they all knew with the size of the Ork Fleet, barely half would make it planet side.

"Damnation, on the green skin scum may they rot in the abyss with the Kraken!" roared Gregersen. "Prepare our ships, we only have my elite strike force but we do have plenty of servitor gunships, launch all of them!" said Gregersen

"Now, Captain i need you to bring us in within range of the planet so my team can drop in via drop pod." Gregersen said.

This was supposed to be a stealth mission, we have not the man power or firepower to help, this Nikevs forces, i had hoped to use them as a screen for us, but now these Orks xeno bastards have come to ruin us, we will see, my forces can not turn the tide of this battle, but now it seems I must do what i can. Gregersen thought to himself.

"My lord we have launched a small fighter screen, they will not last." Said the security chief.

"Very well, well done." Said Gregersen. " Captain, I need you to coordinate with our other ship, the Ice Fang, and you the Wolfs Fury, should be able to by us time after you instert our team into the planet. Once that is done, regroup with our other ship and make the xeno scum pay with every life on board this ship!."

Very well milord it will be done. And lord it has been an honor! Said the Captain.

The Hunter smiled revealing long fangs of a wolf. "You have done Russ proud" He said. " After you have inserted us, identify yourselfs to the Imperial fleet, I will not have you killed by friendly fire." Gregersen said.

Over his internal vox Gregersen said, "My wolves report to our Drop pod we go to meet our fates!"

Victory's Sword began its assault on the Ork Fleet, Releasing its Angels, space began to light up. Ship defenses began opening fighter as the Ork ships grew closer and closer.
Squadron Leader Jarnol closed his eyes as his fighter was launched out into space. He listened to the chatter and reports as the flashing lights of the tunnel's brightened and darkened the inside of his eyelids. "Squad, switch channel to private 243 B32"
"Roger that Jarnol" came a chorus of replies from his squad.
Blasting out of the tunnels, Squadron 232 formed into their flying V maneuver. Squadron 232 was one of the best, and were 9 true angels of death. As they came around Victory's hull, they could see overwhelming numbers of Ork interceptors and bombers. There where so many that it was hard to look anywhere and not see an ork fighter.
"HOLY NAK!" exclaimed Haxmor, "There's so many of them!"
"Yea, but we've got the skill and fire-power to kill'em all." Saranty was the most cocky of the squad and was one of the best. She could best all but a few of the pilots that made up the squad.
"Ha, I bet you a nights drink that I kill more Greenskins than you." said Urano
"Your on!" replied Saranty.
"Don't drink too much you two, you know the guard doesn't do maternity leaves." Joked Nakal
"Alright, cut the chatter." Interrupted Jarnol, "Its's KILLING TIME!"
The Fighters had closed the space with the orks. Each side getting closer, the sides crossed and the shooting, crashing, and carnage began.
"Break formation but stay close enough to cover each other." Ordered Janol taking down a trio of orks fighta's in a series of twists and turns.
Performing perfect maneuvers Squadron 232 began to rack up the kills. There were untouchable as he orks continued the assault. Until, a new force came into the fight.
"What the hell!" shouted Urano, "Who the hell are the guys!?"
"Hold your triggers! They're Imperial!" stated, Jarnol, "They're not red and they don't look like Nak. So do not fire upon them."
"They're Teffin Servitors!" Said Saranty as she circled over one.
"Damn," cursed Jarnol,"These machines will be the death of us."
Little did Jarnol know, that he was absolutely right.


To be Continued......

As the Wolves hooked up in the dropods, the ships Captain Lore contacted Gregersen. "Milord the sword frigate the Ice Fang and our servitors have engaged the ork fighters. It appears our frigate, has begun to fire flak at incoming Interceptor Ork bomber squadrons. Also the Ice Fang as begun to use its long range Las batteries at the Xeno ships."

" Good, Captain i need you to get us in quickly and then return and support the Ice Fang with the Wolfs Fury. This strike cruise may be able to help our frigate at a distance. Do what you can captain, this ships command is now yours." Gregersen replied.

"When do we get the bloody hel to battle my blade seeks the blood of our enemies, I will not die in the void!" Yelled the lone Wolf Thoren beside Gregersen. "I seek honor not this cursed death!"

"You will be silent!, Your honor is based on how we accomplish this mission! I brought you all because you all will fight to the last, you are heroes! Do not prove me wrong, all of you will live or die for the honor of our chapter."Growled Gregersen. "We are going in silently, and we will set up a Small base camp. If i our ships survives then we have support. If not then we are all on our own. We have rumours to be believed that there might be a STC on this world. With it we may be able to help our chapter launch another crusade against the ey of Terror, in search of Russ. I know you think this is a suicide mission but we have no choice. Now we go into the maw of death! May we return victorious!" The Hunter roared.

"Milord approaching planet, perpare for drop." Captain Lore said.

"Very well Lore." Gregersen said

With that the Wolfs Fury droped a ship that went unnoticed by all below and above, it could have been just a meteour for all the souls ont that planet. Little did any know the wolf was upon them.

Event soon.

Dodging, Shooting, and Winning was Squadron 232's game. They were the best, and the Orks had none that could match in skill. Being joined by the Servitors, the Angels were destroying the Ork assault. All was looking good, until the Orks played their ACE. From one of the ancient machines, there must have been a scrambling device from an old Warship. As the Orks activated it, machines auto functions began to go hay-wire. Although the Angels had no problem switching to Manuel and piloting through sight. The Servitors, were a different story. Having their systems go hay-wire, they randomly banked, swirved and dipped causing them to crash into unsuspecting friendlies, or suicidal enemies.

"These Teffin machines are going to be the end of us!" Shouted one of the members in squadron 232.
"Just keep fro-" Static filled the members of Squadron 232's headsets as Jarnol's fighter was hit by a malfunctioning servitor.
"NOOOOO!" Screamed Saranty, tears filling her eyes. Long had Squadron 232 been together, no-one falling to a single enemy. The Bond between them stronger than most families.
Newly Enraged, Squadron 232 began their onslaught of Ork fighta's and Servitor ships alike. One by one, falling to either a lucky Ork missile, debris, or to a Servitor malfunction. All but 3 members of Squadron 232 had been destroyed. Saranty, Urano, and Haxmor where the final fighters of the Legendary Squadron 232 when their fuel lights began to signal low. As they began their return to Victory's Sword the damage to their beloved home in the dark could be seen. Most of the compartments had been breached. Few of the defenses were operational as they grew closer. They knew they could not dock long. They had barely enough time to get half of their fuel and weapons, But they would make them count for their fallen family.
They began to fly back to the fight when order's were received to move to the Ground base that had been set up. All units that could be had been evacuated from the ship to the Base, being prepared on the ground. The Members of 232 cursed their orders, but followed them to assist the soldiers on the ground. For without Angels, No man can truly be safe from evil.

(OOC - Are we going by the same map as last time.)

I will update the map, but generally the land is the same shape. There's just different stuff there.

*Ahem*.........*AHEM!!!!*...........

Yeahhhhhhhhhhh I know. But I haven't had much sleep recently, and then there's school. Gimme a break.

Battle had been joined with the fury and savagery that the greenskins delighted in. Not too long after the massive bulk of the Starkrusha's Revenge had ponderously slid from the warp, a lone Imperial vessel had engaged his ramshackle fleet. Gorskar was familiar with the pattern; the humans would send ships to defend their precious planet, and prevent any landings.
So far, the various mekboyz told him, the fleet was holding well, with only minor damage to one of the Terror Ships that had strayed too close to the Imperial cruiser's firepower. From the various funny-looking instruments, they also told him of another ship engaging their fleet. Fighta waves had been sent out from the two Terror Ships accompanying Gorskar's Space Hulk, but they were suffering from the Imperial counter-attack.
It mattered not.
"Get them fightas in our bays out. Only so long them Terror Ship's flying pansies can hold. Then git us in range of dat there cruiser, and ready da main guns."
Gorskar's klaw twitched slightly, and he snarled in impatience. The space battles were always the part he hated the most. After all, where was the glory in fighting if you couldn't kill your enemy face to face?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeahhhhhhhhhhh I know. But I haven't had much sleep recently, and then there's school. Gimme a break.

*sigh*

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeahhhhhhhhhhh I know. But I haven't had much sleep recently, and then there's school. Gimme a break.

*sigh*

Might do something tomorrow [sat]. Depends on whether I manage to sleep in until midday like a normal person for the first time in my life. :/

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Commissar NIkev wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeahhhhhhhhhhh I know. But I haven't had much sleep recently, and then there's school. Gimme a break.

*sigh*

Might do something tomorrow [sat]. Depends on whether I manage to sleep in until midday like a normal person for the first time in my life. :/

.....I see now that nothing happened......and you didn't sleep till mid-day...........but just so you know, sleeping until mid-day is not normal....its just not smart.....

It is normal for us brits. Atleast on saturdays. Or whatever.

Anyway, is there really much point in doing this RP with only 3 people?

Yes, you fool, of course there is! Don't you be quitting on us now!

Gorskar.da.Lost wrote:Yes, you fool, of course there is! Don't you be quitting on us now!

Exactly....so post an event........or at least tell us whats gonna happen and we'll make it happen....in our own way.

Ok I promise, if I can find free time (a rare commodity for me these days.. ) then I'll do something.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ok I promise, if I can find free time (a rare commodity for me these days.. ) then I'll do something.

*AHEM*
Map update needed for me to land mah ships

Commissar NIkev wrote:*AHEM*
Map update needed for me to land mah ships

Long time no speak .


I'm afraid I don't have time for this roleplay anymore, as I'm GMing another one. A big one. Besides, it's been like three months since anyone posted here.

Maybe after my other roleplay..

Oh, yeah, you're more than welcome to join it. It will require you to do a fair bit of reading first though.. http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/324418.page

Nonetheless, it'd be good to have you aboard!

Ok





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