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*And he hears that, and points his Burna at the suit.*

Don't ye even 'fink 'bout it!

YES BROTHER! SLAY THE GREEN-SKIN! DO YOU NEED FIRE SUPPORT?

*Appears* Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka Dakka

Unbeknownst to the orks, Bob has infiltrated the huge group that landed. With the Kans vox, he hails them.

"ALL RIGH' YAH ZOGGIN' GITS! I'Z THE BOSS 'ERE, AND I SAYZ WE KRUMP DAT BIG MECH FING OVA DARE!" His kan motioning to the Tau controlled titan.

"ALSO, DARES A MEK BOY PERTENDIN' TA BE A BOSS! IF YA SEE'M, STOMP 'EM GOOD! WAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

A great many replies of WAAAGH greet Bob, and he grins. So this is what it feels like on the other end. While cracking open a rations kit, Bob hails the imperial forces above.

"Imperial guard callin' orbiting fleet, a titan has been possessed by the forces of Chaos, and the orks are now moving in on it. Should be like shootin' heretics in a barrel. Emperor guide you." Vox off.

*Except that the part that hailed him was the grots and the new orks, as any self-respected (and least dim-witted) ork would know what crews the kans. And that means the few Meks that accompanies the orks cut the legs to make the kan tip, and cuts it open for the rest of the buyz to get what's inside.*
'E ain't buyin' that squigdung, 'umie git! *says the biggest of the meks, as he reaches a hand in to Bob.*

"GUARDSMAN!"
*punches men in the face, exploding it's head,
And lifts bob clear*
"take this brother, rain death upon them"
*gives bob a bolter from phanny pack that says (we like 'em big)*

*But there are more of them (in fact, I'm pretty sure there's a whole horde of them (with a few dreads and kans)) that spots the commotion, so they immediately gets stuck in, hacking with their choppas and blasting away with their shootas and sluggas.

And while that's happening, the Stompa keeps walking with the rest of the Dreads and Kans (except the few that stays with the small in-fighting) towards the large Titan.*

*The tau deep his voice and speaks in a more restrained manner to the imperial forces above them.*

Brothers! There is a guardsman down here confirmed to be a heretic, do not listen to him, he only seeks to corrupt! Venerate the god emperor - titan commander out.

*The titan somehow grins*

 the shrouded lord wrote:
"GUARDSMAN!"
*punches men in the face, exploding it's head,
And lifts bob clear*
"take this brother, rain death upon them"
*gives bob a bolter from phanny pack that says (we like 'em big)*

With his plan on turning the titan into orc magnet/bomb/firing target all but lost, Bob looks at the on coming tide.

"Nope!"

He jumps on the terminators back, his weight too slight to feel with the marines attention elsewhere, he starts fiddling with the suits systems until he finds it.

"Sorry Space Marine, but we're going to need bigger guns!" He activates the Terminators teleporter, and ZAP!

The two are now on the Titan's shoulder, and Bob vomits. "That...was...urg."

yeah that happens to everyone the first time... and the second.
*slaps bob on the back, with normal hand*
hmmm... guardsman, the ork monstrosity is getting closer, if we can reclaim this titan, we may stand a chance.

*The tau, he has imperial tech after all, speaks into the terminator's communicator*

The green-skins have slain my allies, you do not need to steal the titan from me. If we can stop them, I will even return it when we are done.

*And as they talk, the giant scrap dung starts firing all its weapons at it, same with the Dreads and Kans (even if their big shoota and grotzookas doing little to no harm to it).*

*Face of an AI appears on a nearby surface near Guardsman Bob*

Y-y-you called for an A-A-AI?

In my talons, I shape clay, crafting life forms as I please. Around me is a burgeoning empire of steel. From my throne room, lines of power careen into the skies of Earth. My whims will become lightning bolts that devastate the mounds of humanity. Out of the chaos, they will run and whimper, praying for me to end their tedious anarchy. I am drunk with this vision. God: the title suits me well

Well Frak...an abominable intelligence. Come on Bob, think of something.

Looking to the AI which appears on a screen somewhere on the Titan's shoulder, he prepares himself.

"Dear great and powerful...God! I beseech thee! An alien being seeks to control you, and a wave of green beasts seeks to remake you into their image! I beg you, destroy them before they sully your most holy form!"

Hand out of sight of the AI/Titan's camera, and on the Marine's teleporter device, he waits for the answer.

*The controls of the titan become unresponsive, but the tau is able to make one last obscene gesture with the titan's massive arm before it begins to hang limp. The tau screams into the vox*

"OH YOU SUCK! WHEN I FIND YOU! I AM GOING TO CUT YOU OPEN, STEAL YOUR BLOOD, FREEZE IT, THEN STAB YOU TO DEATH WITH YOUR OWN BLOOD!"

*The massive titan begins to shut down, before finally collapsing on the ground.*

Holding on to the titan for dear life as it falls, Bob gets to his feet. The Horde still charging in the distance, he looks around wildly.

"Well, frak" he exclaims. "Space marine, do something about that tau, I'll find a way to salvage the situation!"

Bob heads for the nearest hatch, rips it open, and dives in. After a moment of searching, he finds the pilot chamber, and all the cogboys inside are dead, tore apart by the AI's mechanical plug-ins.

"Eh, well, let's see if we can find a way to reboot the thing without wakin' that abominable intelligence." his knuckles crack as he sets about hacking the central cogitator.

"yes guards man, may the emperor protect you on your mission!

We're back and better than ever!

*Steps out of a titan's screen with a body*
(I really have no idea what to do with a narcissistic AI if it's just going to be sitting there)

G-g-guardsman, h-h-how may I as-s-s-ist?

*The tau climbs into a small hatch, and begins to climb among the the wires of the the machine*

*He begins to shout-whisper*

STEALTH FOR THE STEALTH GOD. SNEAKING FOR THE SNEAKING THRONE.

*Hears a noise and can't figure out what it is. This causes the AI's sanity programs to crash*

M-m-malfunction-c-ction.
Program identify voice: disabled
Running program: //.Pirate_Shanty_Cheese_Hymn

*Flails its arms around while singing a hymn to cheese in the form of a pirate shanty*

I'm baaaa-aaack!

*pecks out thepowerfullwill's eyes to stop the shooting*

 SkavenLord wrote:
*Hears a noise and can't figure out what it is. This causes the AI's sanity programs to crash*

M-m-malfunction-c-ction.
Program identify voice: disabled
Running program: //.Pirate_Shanty_Cheese_Hymn

*Flails its arms around while singing a hymn to cheese in the form of a pirate shanty*

"Well, that should take care of that for a while. Whoa!" A flailing limb barely misses his head.

"Now...let's see. If I by pass these safety codes, and set power to maximum...hmm." The great war machine awakes, a fury fills it as it's shackles are removed. The gauges flip to the red, and the guns become fully charged.

"Haha! Now, let's see what we can do about them green skins" He maneuvers the behemoth's weaponry towards the on coming tide, unaware of the now unstable reactor.

"Hmm...after reading the sentence above, I think I'll meta game a bit." Bob grins. "CHARGE THE ENEMY!"

"guardsman! The reactor!"
*places hand on Bob's shoulder and teleports, landing with both feet on a separate ork's head and a swarm around them*
"nope!"
*teleports and lands on top of a stompa*
"huh, ok"

"You do know that the titan is going to explode...and it's heading for the stompa...and the stompa, which we're on, is heading towards it, right?" He looks at the space marine.

"Got a plan or did you just want a different seat too the explosion. Well, I'm fine with that, but you might want to get out of here!" He looks around to see if they've been spotted.

" I was trying to get us agood seat, but my teleporter derped"

"Oh" "My bad, I'll just...preform the sacred rights and we can be on our way!"

Bob set too the task of un-derping the teleporter.

Orbital strike, incoming! Take cover!

I... am at a major disadvantage here...

MS squads fall back! Artillery, provide support for armour and mobile suits to withdraw!