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"Thanks for the information Zach. It's good to know we're all on the same side. By the way, I'm Teodore, I'm a city boy but I was born and raised on Skyrnne, and I can vouch for these off worlders. They fought the green skins back at the space port, and they're going to help us push the greenskins back the rest of the way."

Teodore begins to ruffle through his medicae bag and takes whatever items he thinks he can spare to give out to Zach and the other civilians.

He nods grimly when he sees the girl volunteer but leaves that situation for Wynona and the others to deal with.

"Iz got a plan. We line up. Yell Waaagh, den krump them in the face. Den when we're done, we might yell Waagh one more time." Warboss Gutstompa 
   
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Simond backs his horse a few steps from the group and looks more calm. He spits into the forest floor.
"Why is it the one among you with the most backbone is this child?"
He looks over the group in disgust.

"The orks can only kill you. They can't devour your soul, and they cannot corrupt your flesh to spread their vileness."
He backs his horse away and heads towards the rear of the chimera. Hand shaking on the reins.

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The worst of the tension seems to be over, and Njal raises himself back up for a good view of the surroundings. It all still looked like jungle. Worse, it still felt like a frosted jungle.


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The locals are definitly thankful for Teodores provisions, and on a closer look you see that several of them have at least minor injuries or might even be ill. While the Paramedic has to part with some of his kit, the essentials for your immediate mission should still be there. Meanwhile he does his best to instruct them how to treat those suffering from jungle fever and the like, even though some of his fellow soldiers urge to continue the journey.
Spoiler:
I would say the +20 Bonus from the medkit will be +10 until you can fill it up, I also rolled some Medicae rolls, that were more or less successful.



Simonds call on their honor hits the mark, or rather: it would maybe have hit it a year ago. But now, after all the fighting and continuous setbacks, the people that found refugee deep in the jungle are focussed on taking care for themselves above all else. Ellen seems to have no family amongst them and even if they are suspicious of your motives, the others respect her decision to accompany you.
Soon you fire up the Chimera again and continue into the jungle. A task that is made significantly easier by Ellen, who indeed knows her way around and can point you towards some landmarks that help with orientation, as well as verifying the edibility of a couple of fruits along the way, that you use to stretch your provisions. The child seems pretty grown up for her age, most likely because she had no choice than to toughen up to survive. As you already suspected, her parents were killed by marauding greenskins in the last months. They belonged to another group, that ultimately was grinded down until she was the only one left alive and absorbed by Zacks group. She does not really like to talk about that time though. The good news for you at least is, that she had an uncle working in the refinery that she visited once or twice before the war and even though she can't remember much of the inner layout, she at least has a pretty good sense of the direction of your target.
Apart from that, possibly all of you immediatly take the scrawny little girl to your hearts and not only Tambo start to treat her with the best slices of the fruits or the odd sweet you have tugged away somewhere in your pouches.

While traveling you also have the opportunity to get to know each other a little better. Amongst other little snippets you get that Tambo and M'Gele are - in their own, pretty spiritistic way - quite religious, revering a small army of spirits, ancestral guides and totems, all lowly servants of the great skyfather on his golden throne in the skies. As they already mentioned their homeworld is some faraway backwater planet, deep in the Segmentum Pacificus, which expresses itself in both Askaris having very little knowledge or grasp of imperial life outside of the Guard and even there with a very narrow focus on things they witnessed during their deployments. On the plus side that seems to manifest in a uncommonly optimistic view of the Imperium and while they are no big fans of authority figures they don't personally know, you get the impression that they are loyal friends to the comrades they do know.
In an earlier life, Tambo was a tracker and hunter living in a small jungle settlement, before he was amongst the millions raised for his planets tithe. And true to form he is fidgeting with a sling and bola he is trying to braid from strings of leather - what ever good those might do against the hulking orks. Already back when he was drafted he had no illusions about ever returning home and thus has made alive in his regiment. While being widowed some years ago, one of his daughters, two sons and a couple of grandchildren, nephews and nieces are also kicking around amongst the Askaris or the typical flock of camp followers travelling with them.


While you travel further, the old soldier sometimes uses a grapnel and line shot from a pistol like device to climb up on one of the large jungle trees, whenever you loose sight of the few landmarks and are in danger of loosing your way. He is just standing up there on a branch thick as a Sentinel cockpit, looking through his rifles telescopic sight, as Simond makes out a hint of movement in the darkness of the foliage, a little below him. His eyes focus and finally can make out... something... sneaking closer from a lower branch, maybe 5 meters below and 20 meters behind Tambo who is unaware of it. Unfortunatly that means whatever is up there is a good 40 meters above Simond...

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For the rest of the first day after encountering the group Simond does not seem himself. He is quiet, morose even and speaks only when required. He rides some distance behind the chimera.

The next morning he is more like his old self, telling stories of battles sieges and hunts for wild beasts that may certainly be quite exaggerated.

One night as the group talks around the campfire he has a few swigs of spirits and when asked he confirms that he has seen the fate worse than death that he had described. He explains that it was well before Balwin's time. That when he was a child the father of corruption unleashed a plague upon his homeland. He speaks of the horror of the plague dead rising and the land itself festering with corruption.
He tells of how when all seemed lost HIS holy angels appeared. How the holy sisters of the hospital brought gonne and sword to the corrupted and brought healing and care to the survivors. How the light of their faith burnt away the corruption from the land itself.
His eyes are alight with reverence as he speaks.
He smiles a little bit embarrassed at the end of the tale. For all his prideful and boastfulness tall tales, its clear this tale is not one he often has told and that it is probably the most genuine.
'I have always striven to live the fullest life I can.' He gives the sergeant a smile and a nod.
'And death? It holds nought fear for me.'


As Simond rode he scanned the trees, it was not exactly the type of terrain he was used to or particularly liked, he had been warned about climbing predators making use of the trees, so he wore his sallet sitting back on his head so it did not impede his veiw.
As he turned to reach for his water bottle a flash of movement in the trees caught his eye. He could see enough through the foliage not be sure of what it was, but he could be sure of that unmistakably cautious and calculated movement.

He pointed to his lance towards where the thing was. "Beast on high! To arms!" He shouted loud enough to be heard over the rumble of the Chimera's engine.

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Teodore grimaced from where he was sitting. He looked around. "What do we do, stop and dismount?"

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Njal and the kid had talked a lot. He needed her to point out the land marks, and to help him look at the map. Kid had been through a lot, more than a kid should. Maybe there would be a space for her with the White Shields when they got back to camp?

At night, as they huddled up in the back of the Furnace, the group would chat over their bare bones rations. Some of the group would play cards, others cleaned their gear, but mostly they told stories. The kind Guardsmen tell, the tall tales of soldier stories mostly. However, some were a lot closer to home.

Njal had been idly chatting with the kid from turret, when he heard the cavalryman shout out. Erc must of heard it to, as he pulled the machine into a hull down position as best he could.

Njal clicked the intervox, "Sarge, we should get eyes on the threat. Deploy as needed?"

The iceworlder then popped the turret hatch and started to claw his way up to get eyes on the danger, las-pistol in hand.

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The night that Simond told the story about his planets story with the blight, both Askaris seem pretty caught by his words and appreciate the Feudal worlders skill and telling a good tale. Afterwards they ask a lot of questions about the holy sisters and the mirakels they worked and Simond cannot help getting the feeling of doing part of the emperors missionary work by strengtening the belief of his comrades.

As he adresses Wyona, that he always tried to live the fullest live he can, she answers with a quizzical look, before suddenly breaking of eye contact. Overall she seems to try and keep a little more distance between herself and the squad then she did on her last night in the compond where they danced. Most likely to avoid getting to emotionally close to her charges - which seldom does anyone good.
Spoiler:
Not sure if I find the right words in english here. What I try to bring across: it is not that she has a crush on Simond or anything, she just tries to keep close friendship to any of you out of the equation on the basis of her belief that a good commander should not get personal attached or he might start to make the wrong calls



Later, as he spots the beast sneaking up on Tambo and calls it out, the Askari up on the large branch of the giant tree turns around trying to identify the danger Simond is warning about. But he still seems to not see it, as he points his gun about 30 degree to far to the left and wispers through the comm-bead "Where? I can't see or hear anything?"

Meanwhile Ellen has also put her head out of the Chimeras compartment to get a better look. But as she follows Simonds pointing lance and also makes out the almost untraceable movement up ahead, her eyes widen and she pulls back into the armored vehicle, grabbing her revolver. Checking all access points to the interior with a quick glance she urgess everyone in hearing range "It's a damn terror cat... they ALWAYS hunt in packs..."
Spoiler:
you can all make an awareness test -10 to make out where the other terror cats might be. If you succeed just describe that you make out some movement in the bushes near Simonds horse that looks quite tasty to them...

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"A Terror what? Frosted death worlds!" Njal thought as he spun his head around looking for whatever the hostile was. His eyes were moving faster than the muzzle of his pistol, but all he saw was shades of green everywhere.

Spoiler:

I rolled a 73 for Awareness. Nothing to see here!

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Teodore nods his body bristling tensely. "Right so we'll stay in the Chimera then. They're just animals. Shouldn't be too much of a problem."

He tried to sound reassuring but he wasn't completely convinced of his own words.

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"Damned thing, I've lost it" Simond turned his head to check the foliage around him for possible threats following Ellen's warning and as he did so the helmet fell down over his eyes.
"Damn thing!" He cursed reaching to pull it back to the top of his head.
Spoiler:
Simond rolls a 95 LOL

   
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"Tambo and M'gele, get your frosted backs inside! Everyone else, make sure nothing gets in!"

Njal decided to take his own advice and slipped back into the turret and locked it up. He leaned into the scope and turned the turret to try and give the two Askari's some cover, but not seeing anything made covering them a challenge. He was reluctant to just spray and pray with the Askari's coming in.

"Hold your ice," he thought to himself.

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Malakai and Adamo kept their distance from Ellen initially. They had been on Skyrnne too long and had seen so much lost. Ellen whittled away at their guard and over time they grew accustomed to her presence. The Brontian's were quiet and mostly kept to themselves. Even Adamo the more approachable of the duo kept by Malakai's side, like a pup clings to his mother's heels.

Upon Simonds report of contact, Malakai sat up straight although he remained in the chimera. "Just some natural predators, no threat to the hulk of a chimera, the horses though..." Adamo looked to the others, "They should keep their head on a swivel, the horses are fine meat for ravenous stomachs"

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While M'Gele who sat on the Chimera roof quickly enters through the hatch on top, Tambo replies to Njals command to get back inside "Easier said then done!" as he still stands pretty high up. Replying to the talk of predators nearby he mutters "Damn, I can't see frack up here!" with a fair bit of tension in his voice. Not panick, but a great amount of respect regarding standing on a high tree in the sights of a possible predator. Trying not to turn a blind eye into any direction he fixes his grapnel to the branch again to try and get down to the safety of the Chimera. While he does so, trying to stay calm, he spots some movement down below and wispers, even more urgently "Simond! Watch your back, there's something lurking about three horse lengths behind you..."
a moment later you hear him again "Hey guys... I can see it now... What's the opposite of pspsps... Shooo! Go away!" followed a moment later by a hearthy "FRAK! Here goes nothing!" with him jumping from the branch, just as something big, black and very agile charges forward up top. While his line keeps him from just smashing to the ground, the uncontrolled jump throws Tambo heavily into his harness and he lets out a moan of pain, barely holding onto the rope, 20 yards above your head. For the moment he is save, as the terror cat looks down at him and seems to consider if it should jump down or get of the three and jump up to maul him like a pinata.

Meanwhile Simond hears a growling snarl from a bush in front of him and sees a similar big, cat like creature with shaggy, blackisch fur appear from the foilage - to the obvious displeasure of his steed that takes a step back.

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Teodore grabs a hold of one of the lasgun turrets and looks out to see any targets. "What's going on out there? Can anyone see anything?
"

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Simond pushed his helmet back to see the cat in front of him. It was better than Simmond had hoped. He'd half been expected to be tackled from the side, however the beast was not so cunning. He lowered the exsplosive tip of the lance down to between his horse and the beast and goaded the horse with the spurs. War trained it overcame its fear and surged forwards. The horse knew what to do and all he had to do was keep that tip between his horse and the beast.

   
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Malakai and Adamo took up positions on the turrets taking a side each to maximize firing angles. They would not see Simmond's charge but scan their surroundings none the less. Malakai wiped a viscous bead of sweat from his forehead with a shaken hand. Now was not the time for a fix. He hoped the adrenaline of battle would sooth his nerves. He was keenly aware however that it could equally make him worse.

Adamo kept a keen eye outside, the Brontian's avoided the jungle if they could help it. Heard too many stories back at camp, seen too many scars or dogtags half chewed to nothing. He was also trying to keep an eye on Malakai but he had only one pair of eyes and they were better served on the turret for the moment.

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Simonds steed is still not really keen on engaging the beast in front of it, but training and adrenaline overcomes that for a moment, and on Simonds command, and surges forward, just as the big cat crouches down to leap at its throat. But this is not the feudal warriors first rodeo, so he aims the explosively tipped lance in his hand right towards the lower jaw - throat region of the enemy, where its shaggy fur and scaly skin looks a bit less sturdy, steadying himself in the stirups and hoping for the best. His aim is true
and by an instance of insane luck, the big feline throws open his jaw, just as the tip connects, almost swallowing the blade as Simond presses the trigger button...

With a blinding flash, the charge on the lance explodes, tearing the whole skull of the terror cat appart and sending chunks of flesh and bone everywhere, with some streaks of blood even hitting Njals periscopes. Unfortunatly Simonds feeling of triumph is kind of short lived, as something big and heavy slamms into his back, throwing him down from his horse and unto the ground. By mere instinct he gets away with some cuts and bruises, but his steed panicks and galops away, while he finds himself face to face with another terror cat, that came from behind. If it wasn't for his armor, he has little doubt that no more than some minced meat would remain of him by now. But that might only be a question of time.
Spoiler:
That was 2x 10 for the 2D10+3 damage of the Lance tip... that should finish the beast off nicely.



Meanwhile Tambo still dangels from his rope, trying to free the jammed realese mechanism to get down to you, while slowly spinning in circles. The cat that was lurking for him decides to also get down the tree to wait for him or jump up to play a bit with her prey.


Inside the Chimera, Teodore and Malakai can each catch a glimpse of Simond going down and the horse rearing away, but none of them really has anything approaching a good target. Njal on the other hand can see the cat comming down from the tree, but that moves pretty fast...
Spoiler:
Teodore and Malakai: shooting at the cat would be at BS -20.
Njal: I would say hitting the Cat coming down would similarly be a BS -20. Or alternatively just BS if you just want to discourage it from getting down by wildly peppering the rough position.

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Something liquid and sticky was somewhat blocking his view, and Njal didn't want to get out and clean it off.

He clicked the intervox, "We gotta scare these things off. Everyone, just pick a lane without a friendly and light it up. Redhand, revv the engine up! Let's make some noise!"

Njal took his own advice. He knew what tree Tambo was hanging from, and he thought he saw a shadow moving around the trunk. He checked to make sure no friendlies were in LOS and opened up. He rammed the trigger down and started slowly traversing the turret, careful to keep any of his mates out of the line of fire. The multi-laser pulsed, the foliage cracked from the impacts, and he could hear the battery buzzing inside the tight space of the turret.

"Son of Krieg, can you get to Tambo through the top hatch?"

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Krieg! What a hole...

''Can do'' Came the reply. Soon enough, the top hatch was popped open, and the figure of Poncho soon emerged, he carried the newly configurated lasgun, unsure if the overkilling penetration of his standard issue would be suitable against the wildlife. His gun swept from left to right, searching for Tambo as he did so, moving towards his target.

''The new weapon isn't suitable for volleys'' He pointed out as he looked out for Tambo ''How many foes must we kill today? Do we have a number?''

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"Simond NOOOO!" Teodore screams in panic and starts opening up fire with the turret gun in the general direction of where he thinks the nearest terror cat.

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Simond rolled to his feet. Somehow the beast had merely knocked him to the ground and by the emperor's own luck he'd landed free of it. It's claws had slipped free of his armour.

The chainsword was in his hand in a flash. He cursed himself, he should have known the beasts would attack in a pair, it was what beasts of this size would often do. The sword was too short to cover himself from both the beasts before him. One of those big blades that he'd seen a priest carrying, yes that would have been better here. He backed towards the hull of the chimera, put his back to the steel there and he might only need to face to one beast at a time, if one made a move for the horse he could attack. If both did... well things would get interesting.
There was no bloody way in the emperor's light they were getting that horse.

Beyond the beast in front of him he could see that thankfully Balwin was scrambling out of the way of the beasts. The boy was not a bad type and Simond did not think he could not forgive himself if the boy got himself killed.

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Njals level headed reaction shows good instinct and Wyona taps him on the back as a nonverbal sign of approval. Even though the St. Paulus trooper can only catch glimpses of the big cat that was trying to come down the tree and is quite sure that he did not hit it, the sheer volume of lasbolts from the multilaser as well as its loud discharge discourage it from jumping down and joining the fray. Instead it turns around and climbs back up to try and get to Tambo from above. Unfortunatly the Chimera turret is not built for that high elevations, so that it get's out of N'jals field of fire.

Getting back up to his feet, Simond gets a better look on his surroundings. Emperor be praised his first assesment regarding the number of his opponents was more pessimistic than necessary. The explosive lance he had been handed out at the depot has really done a number on the beast that tried to attack him, leaving only a wildly spasming, practically decapitated corpse. The second cat, that was just moments before clawing and jumping down the tree trunk seems to have changed its mind due to Njall opening up on the tree trunk with the Chimeras multilaser. So that leaves only the third cat - that Simond knows of - as an immediate threat.
The bad news is, that the thing is really really big for a felinide. maybe half as massive as his horse, a good 600 to 700 pounds if he had to guess. With scaly skin under a shaggy fur, each claw as big as one of his hands and a jaw full of 2 rows of sharp teeth, including tusks a foot long each. Just now none of Simonds comrades at the Chimeras lasgun arrays can safely shoot at it, so it uses its chance to lash out after him.
Spoiler:
would be a hit with potential 7 damage


As he gets out of the top-hatch, Poncho can see Tambo still dangling roughly 20 yards above them, but at least the Askari seemed to finally have been able to unjam the release mechanism of his rope, so that he slowly declines. Unfortunatly he's rotating a lot, making any attempt of aimed firing pretty hard. From the looks of it he will likely go to ground maybe 5 yards in front of the Chimera. Alternatively he can also make out the terror cat attacking Simond. It's big and close enough to be a juicy target, but there might be a certain risk to hit his comrade, so careful aim would be recommended
Spoiler:
so you get +10 on BS for a big target and another +10 because it is in short range, but this is cancled out by -20 for firing into melee and trying not to hit Simond

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Krieg! What a hole...

Poncho took aim. Not so careful, however, the Kriegsman's first reflex was not to care much for the fact that a comrade was possibly in the line fire didn't enter his mind at first, after all, surely he was holding down the foe's attention so as to allow them to get in position and fight better. But he shook his head, bad idea, and he re-adjusted his position to enjoy a clean body shot with his new weapon.

The Kriegsman pressed on the trigger, exhaling through his gask, letting a bright yellow slice through the air, smacking the hellish creature right in the flank


Spoiler:
Oooooh, boy. Taking a half action to aim, one other to shoot a single shot. Rolled a 06, which is... a whole lot of degrees of succes, so Poncho would inflict 11, 10 and 12 damage for that single shot, each at AP 1 and ignoring up to 4 points of unnatural toughness.

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Njal saw the cat back away, and that was enough for now. He blinked away the sweat pouring into his eyes as he strained at the periscope.

"Erc, can you get this fridge under Tambo? We have to give Poncho a chance to snag him."

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Simond knew the beast could pounce onto him at any moment. Another beast could easily pounce from the foliage nearby. The sword was not great for thrusting for the chain guard along the back.

He kept the chain growling and the blade in movement between himself and the creature and growled and shouted his rage and defiance at the beast. It was a beast after all. If he made it clear he was not easy meat it would look elsewhere for a meal.

"Balwin, throw me your lance!" The weapon would give him more space from the beasts. His was on the ground somewhere there, recovering it would not be a great choice at the moment.

   
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This was the moment Malakai had been waiting for. The thrill of combat. It had been too long yet not long enough. He both lived for these moments and never wished to witness then again. The beast was upon Simond, his shot was clear. He took a deep breath as he swiveled the turret around. He squinted, double checking the trajectory and fired.

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From the side of the Chimera, Malakai takes a careful sweep with the lasgun array in the direction of the Terror Cat advancing on Simond, making sure not to accidently hit the dismounted warrior or the horse currently struggling to back away from the large predator on the slippery wet ground. While the hunter dives away graciously, it at least gives Simond enough space to catch the lance that Balwin throws him. He is just fumbling to simultanously holster the chainsword and bring the improvised pike to bear, as a Ponchos Longlas discharges with a whipping crack of ultraheated air particles expanding. Even though he didn't get the opportunity to practice a lot with the weapon so far, his aim is perfect between the eyes of the beast and from that short distance, the effect is rather effective... and messy. A double fist sized canal right through the Terror cats head is literally vaporized, up until a good armslength into its upper chest. Drops of boiling blood and viscera hit the Chimera and Simond as the beast collapses spasming like its packmate only moments before.

The fortunatly short time you took to messily take out two of them lets the other cats decide that the lot of you do indeed not provide a good meal, darting back into the undergrowth. From the movement in the foilage you can estimate that the one that was sneaking up on Tambo, that Njall hat stalled with the Multilaser would not have been the last, with at least 3 more likely circling the Chimera. But for now you seem safe and some moments later the normal jungle sounds reappear indicating that the accute danger is over.

Emperor be praised, Simond seems hardly harmed, but has some deep clawmarks in the back of his armor to show for when he boasts about this fight in the next bar. Tambo meanwhile manages to finally lower himself down the last stretch and climbs back on the Chimera as fast as he can. He looks a slight bit embarrassed but then adresses all of you "Thanks for having my back! That thing would have mauled me good up there."




You are still recovering from this encounter as you can make out the familiar sound of an Imperial Aircraft up ahead. Likely something Valkyrie sized by your estimate. Yet before you can even get your bearing if the workhorse of the airwings is headed the same way as you, the "FUMP"FUMP"FUMP"FUMP!" of some ground based Flak is also audible - by the off-beat rythm of the later some Orkish device at least a dozen miles away from your position. Even if you can't see it right then, a serious of explosion sounds and an alarming change in the note of the engines already tells you that the Imperial was hit and seconds later you see it streaking past above your heads in rapid decent, trailing smoke from a burning engine. Moments later it crashes maybe a good mile or two northeast from you. Not completely your direction, but maybe a day march of an detour if you want to investigate.

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Teodore set about administering first aid to anyone that needed it. He seemed somewhat relieved that no one had died during the encounter.

When he saw the Valk go down he shuddered.

"That looked like an Astra Militarum aircraft that went down. Aren't we supposed to mount a search and rescue?"


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Simond set about quieting the horse and soothing it, even as he kept an eye and lance point towards the forest around him. Simond was grinning ear to ear as Tambo finally got to the ground. It was a pity that neither of the beast's heads were intact to take as trophies.

The beasts would not attack, not now after this action. They might come back after dark and try their luck but not in daylight.

Simond watched the flyer go down.
"The greenskins will want to salvage that. No point in letting the beasts further arm themselves."

   
 
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