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It was dark.
The Orks occupied a small area of the camp, which they slouched around lazily, devoid of anything to do. Overhead, a bright streak lit up the sky.

"Oi, boss, wot wos dat?"
"Wot wos wot? I saw nuffink"
"Serriusly, I definitely saw sumfink!"
"Fine, fine, we'z take a look"

The krew scaled a small group of rocks and looked out onto the ash wastes beyond. "Ova dere!", sure enough, in the distance, a faint glow shone through the darkness. "Ooh, dat DOES look interestin'..." the Kap'n stroked his chin with his thick, clumsy hand. "Alrite, we'll go take a look, but we can't be long! Da spikeyboyz will wundder where we went. Besides, it's gotta be more interestin' than 'ere..."

As stealthily as they could, which wasn't much, the Orks slipped out of the camp, and went off in the direction of the light.

'Wake up!'
shouted Arabella. 'We're here...' she peered out of the small window, surveying the local area.
'Seems clear.. lets go!' As she spoke these words, the unloading ramp began to fold down and her troops disembarked orderly, tactically...
Another quick gaze around embedded the terrain in her mind, causing a strange sense of daja vu.. Arabella shook her head, removing the thoughts from her mind. She needed to focus, now more than ever, as the success of this mission would mean a good reputation and possible promotion.
'Down!' one of her sisters whispered.
'Sister, what did you see?' Arabella replied, her voice low.
'I'm not sure.. just something on the horizon. Something not quite right...'

"Look, over dere!"

"Oh, fug! It's jus' dem twiggy sista-fings! And 'ere I was finkin' we'd find a propa fight..." Lootbagz stamped the ground in frustration. Ol' Rustynutz, mek tolls slung across his hunched back, plodded up to the Kap'n. "But boss, dem twiggies are usually after some dead shiny gubbinz....dead powerrful sometimes, too..."

Immediately, Lootbagz had a change of heart. "Oh, well den, that changes evryfink! Get to it ladz, WAAAGH!"

The Greenskins surged forward, eager to meet their enemies in combat,

"We're comin' for yaz, ya squishy gits!"

'You must've been seeing things Sister, I don't see any signs of life'
Arabella's device pinged.
'Perfect! The artefact is nearby. Come on Sisters, spread out and be quick!' Arabella stood guard, watching over her squads systematically digging the ground, searching for the prize. A gasp to her left caught her attention.
'What is it Sister? Have you found it?' She enquired. Struggling to speak, the lowest ranked squad member who made the discovery choked 'I.. I think this is it' and she raised the urn out of the earth and handed it to Arabella.
'Yes, this is it. Well done Sister, when we get back, I shall inform the Cannonness of your contribution to this mission.' The Sister smiled. 'Thank you, Sister, I would like that a lot.' Arabella smiled back but was rudely interrupted by an alarmed shout.



'GREENSKINS!'

"Ahahaha, 'ello dere!" Lootbagz bellowed mockingly, "You guyz loose an earring?!". The boyz laughed in support of their Kaptin's humour. "Now, we can do dis wun of too ways...Numbah wun: We can stomp yah, and take dat shiny bit o' gubbinz ya got dere, or numbah too: you can give uz dah shiny gubbinz, and DEN we can stomp yaz!" the mob erupted with laughter again.

"What'll it be, twiggy?"

Arabella was not impressed by the Greenskins policies.
'I have a third option for you Xenos. My plasma pistol.' she swiftly called her squad to arms,
'Sisters, fight by my side! For the Emperor!'
Combat quickly ensued...

"Ah, dat'll do me jus' fine!" Lootbagz rushed into the melee, holding his duel-headed chainaxe aloft. "C'mon then boyz, for da WAAAGH!"

The combat was fierce, the sister's martial prowess clashing head-on with the brute strength of the Orks. This began to turn the tides in the Orks favour, before the Retributor squad, previously hidden behind a group of rocks, took up an overwatch fire position with their heavy bolters.

"Oh...dat looks like it mite 'urt a bit..."

The Retibutors rained unforgiving fire down onto Kap'n Lootbagz, who unsurprisingly retreated, full of haste,
'Take no prisoners!' screamed Arabella forcefully.
Whilst this epic battle was concluding, Arabella failed to notice a sole boy creep around the back of her sqauds, edging closer to the precious relic...

"Oh fug me!" Lootbagz outpaced the bolter fire...just. It nipped at he heels.

"'Ey Boss!" an Ork caught up to him, "Look wot I got!" the boy held the relic firmly in his hand. "Dats brilliant, boy, now RUN!" They dived behind a small ridge nearby. Shortly, they were joined by a handful of other boys, sharing the same idea. Past the ridge, greenskins were being carved down left, right and centre.

"Wots it lookin' like ova dere?" Lootbagz gestured over the ridge to a nearby boy. "I dunno Kap'n, let me tak-" the boy poked his head over the ridge, only for it to be blown apart by a stray bolter shell, coating the surrounding Orks in a shower of bloody gore and cranial matter.

"Argh, nice wun..." Lootbagz shook himself in an attept to remove some of the sickly gunk., "Dat'll stain me koat..."

Ol' Rustynutz came crashing round the corner. "'ey, boss, I know howz tah get outta 'ere!"
"Spill it den, ya git!"
"Well, before we came 'ere, I'z been werkin' on dis kleva tellyporta fing, see? I stuck da receevin' end back in da camp. All we'z gotta do is stand out in da open, and turn it on!"
"Well, will it werk?"
"'Course!"

With that, the Big Mek ran out into the field of fire, gesturing for the rest to do the same.

"Oh, zog..." with a shrug, Lootbagz followed suit, a string of boyz close behind. The bolter fire continued just as intensely, striking more boyz down in it's wake.

"'Urry up" Lootbagz urged the Mek, who was tinkering with the large machine on his back. "Right den boss, 'ere we go!". The machine began whirring, flickered with light, and then died unspectacularly. "Wot?! I fort you sed it werked?!" Lootbagz berrated Rustynutz, shocked at the brainboyz' incompetence.

" 'Old on, give it a sec..." the aged greenskin tinkered further with the machine, whilst the intense bolter fire crept ever closer. "Right...and DERE!" Ol' Rustynutz gave the machine a thump with his grubby fist, and the machine burst into brilliant life. There was a shocking flash of orange static, and the Orks disappeared.

"Tehn I fear our misguided landing where not a simple mistake...but a deliberate attempt to make us arrive before we could aid in the defense... I only hope that whoever did so had no involvement in the missing gear, because I would hate to have such amounts of high explosives go missing along side other things."
Signaling to his two men he made a slgth nod and left with a finale comment.
"Excuse me for some time, I have a infiltrator to hunt."

'Damn them!' Cried Arabella, 'cease fire, they've disappeared over that ridge and they're not coming back...'
Frustrated at her incompetence, Arabella slammed her pistol on the ground, causing a round to misfire and hit an unsuspecting boy as he peered over the ridge. Arabella remained silent. So the did the other Sisters. The tension rose as Arabella repeatedly paced back and forth trying to gather her thoughts before addressing her troops. After a long period, she broke the silence.
'Any casualties?'
'Just a few minor injuries, Sister' one of the Retributors replied.
'Good, I have enough to worry about with this relic on my plate... quick, grab it, we need to head back.'
'Umm.. Sister?'
'Yes?'
'The relic is well..erm...missing'
Arabella went red with rage.
'And we're missing a member!' cried on of the battle sisters, 'I think it was that new recruit.'
Burying her head in her hands, Arabella took a few moments to calm herself down. After a few deep breaths, she came up with a plan of action.
'Right, we need that relic, and we need it fast. And I can guarantee that recruit is with it... we begin searching immediately, we have no time to spare!'
At this command, the troops reorganised themselves before heading off in the direction the Orks fled in an attempt to retrieve back the sacred artefact.

In another ball of orange light, the Orks were thrown onto the ground. Barren, empty waste surrounded them. Dusting themsleves off, the Orks took in their surroundings.

"I fought you said we'z were going back to da camp..." Lootbagz rising frustration was obvious in his tone. "Well...err...I fought we wuz....I 'adn't quite tested it yet...."
"YOU...ah, fug it. Rite, who'z left?"

Stood around Lootbagz were Ol' Rustynutz, the boy that was clutching the relic, and an incredibly startled looking Battle Sister. "Oi, twiggy, wot you doin' ere?!"

"I...erm..." the Sister tripped over her words, clearly too terrified to even speak. Swiftly, Lootbagz picked up the nearest stone and clubbed her over the head with it, rendering her unconscious. "She mite be oosful later, dat spikey boss might wanna see 'er...now...where the zog are we?"

Sycil burst out of his tent enraged Orks missing, troops killed by a clumsy ork and no information on the enemy. Suddenly a engine's roar echoed and a strange object came into the camp on it the orks chuckling and holding something looked ancient and very important.
"Where have you been ork?!" The dark lord growled as he walked up to the Warboss each one of the Orks in the junkheep took a step back.
"Oi Spickyboy! I'z got ya a prezzy." The Warboss replied grabbing the Sister of Battle her face a image of fear.
"Oh you should'nt have." Sycil laughed as he reached for the young woman, she struggled and begged the Ork to kill her instead of letting the dark lord take her but the Ork just laughed. Sycil grabbed the woman need held her still, when the Orks laughed at the woman Sycil saw something one of the Orks was holding.
"You! Step foward!" The dark lord growled as he pointed to the ork.
"Oi! Ya hedz 'im!" the Warboss yelled at the loota. In responce the ork stepped foward holding the relic, the young sister of battle let out a slight gasp of shock.
"Ah If she is shocked you have it it must be important to the lap dogs. I'll let you keep it do what you want with it. Oh and as a thank you and a reward help yourself to more Plasma weapons." Sycil chuckled as he dragged his new gift to his tent to be chained alongside his last.

As the Eldar approached him, the lieutenant pointed his bolt pistol at him. Several guardsmen followed his lead.
'What do you want?'

The corporal was busy on the comm, but Dexter couldn't hear it, save for that it was about Imperial forces. Wich wasn't that odd.

Sorjik turned suddenly to the Eldar as it approached, coming to it's throat with his combat blade.
"Why should we negotiate with you?! We've got bigger problems on our hands!"

"Alpha one status check?" said Fenrir and once again swore a silent oath, when that damned infiltrator was found he had several things planed for that individual.
"This Alpha one, no signs of anything else than dust and the remains of what ever died here over."
He grunted a reply and deactivated the link.

As he and the men who had come with him rounded a corner they all froze. Ahead a unknown individual clad in guard uniform was tampering with the vox station while the operator lay dead on the ground.
"Kill that bastard!" he growled and sent a shot whipping onwards to the saboteur

OOC: I see the Eldar are teaming up with the Imperials.

Uhh no, Astartes are not know for being overly fond of anything non human, Space Efls included

I think that sarcasm might have been implied.

Any space for one more??


Name: Saul Umbolt Winterscale III
Age: 45
Bio: Of high noble birth, Saul is the youngest of the prominent house Winterscale of Tyrants star in the Tarsus sector. His father, Lord Sector Winterscale II, disowned Saul on discovery of his unhealthy interest in the rarer kinds of forbidden lore that hearken back to humanity's violent birth. To protect the families proud reputation, he was not declared heretic, instead he was exiled from the Tarsus sector and stripped of any title he may of once been entitled to. He had been a god among insects before, and by his will he shall be again.
Equipment: Avenger Strike fighter "Tyrants Shadow", extreme wealth
Weapons: Power sword, Inferno pistol, bionic enhancements
Appearance:

That's not a very Eldar name...

He's not Eldar, he's just a drunken, humilated burnout from half a star system away. I just picked that image cause he looks cool, I blurred out most the eldar iconography anyway

So......a single man albeit a drunken one arrives on a prison world? Sounds "good"

Sorry to interrupt, you guys still taking more players?

Yus.

How about no, its already enough players

 Trondheim wrote:
So......a single man albeit a drunken one arrives on a prison world? Sounds "good"

It' be far more intersting being one of the prisoners than another brick faced marine

 Trondheim wrote:
How about no, its already enough players

Fair enough

We need BT to tell ya.

I will let him in but that is the last of the players ok. Plus I will be doing your event soon.

Good let us continue, I fear we have been idling about for too long