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Frosted flyboys! What were they even doing around these parts? This was deep in Ork territory. The briefing made it clear that infil via aircraft was a no-go.

Clearly, those snowflakes had been ordered to fly out here for some reason, and Njal was not interested in finding out what that reason was. However, you did not leave your fellow guardsmen in a blizzard, that was command's job!

He turned to the Wynona, "Permission to plot a new course, Sarge?"


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Simonds injuries from being thrown of the Horse don't seem to be too bad and thanks to his armor the claws of the cat have "just" left a pretty big bruise. Due to the myriad of jungle diseases flying around here both should be treated with antiseptics, which Theodore knows and administers. He could also do with some paintkillers, if he is not too proud to take them.

The improvised jump into his rope did not only hurt Tambos pride, but also dislocated his shoulder which is quite unfortunate. Theodore does his best to fix it - under some nasty curses from the tribesman - but his ability to shoot will definitly be impacted for some days.

Nontheless the Skrynne paramedic definitly proves his worth here by keeping both guardsmen in more or less of a fighting form.



While there is not much left of the heads, Simond uses the opportunity to hack of a paw the size of an anti tank mine and armed with 6 inch claws, that should look impressive over the fireplace. Looking out of the Chimera M'Gele gives him a respective salute admiring his bravery in front of the beast. Poncho of course also gets clap on the shoulder for his incredible kill shot, oblivious of the Kriegers possible adversary to touching.



On Njals request, Wyona agrees "do it! And nice work everybody!" audibly and visually pleased about how fast this ragtag squad seems to grow into a functioning unit. To Theodore she mutters silently "If we can keep this going, we might actually make it." Indicating that she shared his rather pessimistic view about their chances when the mission started.

The path to the downed Valkyrie isn't really hard to follow as you can see its smoke trail and Theodors auspex can match its direction to the local magnetic field to act as a compass. After two hours through the dense jungle you meet the beginning of a long clearing where the flyers crash has cut down the upper branches of the trees and later some smaller trees themselves. At least the pilot seemed to have managed to bring the craft down without smashing into one of the giant trunks standing around. Through the undergrowth (as you have not yet entered the clearing) you can make out a hint of smoking wreakage.

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Teodore disembarks from the rear of the Chimera and prepares to search the wreckage. He is anxious about having to potentially deal with more injured, but he felt like he was starting to gain some confidence after the "win" over the wild cats.

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Simond tied the paw to the saddle. The smell did disturb the horse but the mare would get used to the scent of it. A predator would be close enough to them and stalking them already before it scented the trophy with any luck.
The beasts were worthy of taking a trophy. They were strong and powerful creatures.

He'd clapped the sickly looking stormtrooper on the back for the fine shot. It was good to fight shoulder to shoulder with someone who knew their craft.

The salve Teidore had put on his cuts had stung but that only meant it indeed worked. The boy was gifted at healing, even if he was not trained in a proper Sister's Hospital.

He felt he was taking to the group. Nights spent around the fire, days treking through the forest behind the vehicle. He'd told many stories to the girl Ellen, and with a children's curiosity had always managed to ask the strangest questions. But Simond had nephews and neices so he was somewhat prepared.

As they came into sight of the wreck he rode his horse up to the side of the vehicle so he could address his companions inside by way of the top hatch and the Njal the gunner.

'The craft maybe secured by our enemies or investigated by wild beasts. It will have attracted attention.'

   
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Njal popped the turret hatch and surveyed the scene. The horseman Simond rode up and gave some solid advice. The man knew his craft and was handy with a weapon for sure.

"The longer this takes, the sooner Greenskins are going to show up. We need to strike like a snow squall, recover who we can, and roll out."

As much as he hated the thought, it probably made sense to proceed forward on foot to avoid any ambushes, and then move up the rig once the area was secured.

"I don't think we should lead with the Rig this time. Too much risk. We need to probe ahead, and then roll in once we know the path."

Njal reached down and grabbed his carbine and awkwardly pulled it out of the turret. He saw Teodore had all ready gotten out and was ready to move ahead.

Hold your ice, kid. We have to get a feel for what's in front of us before we rush in. No good gettin' frosted now."

He pulled himself out of the turret, and jumped down. The ground was squishier than he remembered, moist. He immediately missed being inside the Rig, why did it have to be so hot?

Sarge, I think we should have Erc, cover us with the Heavy Bolter and get ready to move out if needed. Simond, and Baldwin take the lead. Poncho, cover us. M'Gele, Teodore, and I support the Cav on foot. Tambo can make sure no one gets into our ride without us.

We make a cable line to the Valk, scope it, call up the Rig, load up, and roll out? Sound like a plan?


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Wiona has taken the opportunity to stick her head out of the turret to try and get a visual on the downed Valkyrie with her binoculars and scanning through the short range guard channels to maybe announce you - but seemingly without success. "Sounds like a plan" she answers Njall before instructing everybody "If there are survivors they won't expect imperial forces so close by. Move carefully, last thing we need is some friendly fire incident." On the plus side, if the Greenskins are already here, they too should not count on a squad of imperials already at the crash side.

As Njal proposed, some of you disembark to go on foot, while Simond and Balwin take the lead. As you begin to enter the clearing you start to see that the Valkyrie lost one of its wings, but at least it did not explode. Still, it won't go anywhere. Some of you might get a bit of a queasy gut feeling, as you too assume in the situation of a downed squad in the middle of an ork infested jungle, you might shoot at anything moving in your direction. But the inquisitive lasgun shot you almost expected does not appear and only after you approached to about 50 yards, you can make out some sign of live. A masked and helmeted head sticks up barely an inch above a piece of wreckage that makes for a pretty good defense line shouting "Identify yourself!" in a short, command experienced manner. The look of the soldiert, his demeanor as well as the fact that he has set up a pretty good spot to make any unfriendlies approach the wreck pay bitterly for it lets you guess that it is a Tempestus Scion.

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Simond let out an exaggerated sigh as he pulled his horse up. He spotted the armoured faceplate and glowing eye pieces of the soldier.

Yep. Definitely one of the imperial nobles. The shot down craft made a whole lot more sense now. How many times had he and his men had had to extract bands of hot headed young knights and their retinues from situations they'd gotten themselves into, how many times had they arrived to rescue groups led by older knights who should have known better?

Flying a lone craft over the part of the forest the enemy occupied courted this kind of result. It was like gallavanting around without a light cavalry screen, it should have been unthinkable.

It was always the same questions too. Who are you? What are you doing here? It should have been pretty obvious.

He cleared his throat as he retrieved his canteen. "We're a band of marauding greenskins. Come to collect your heads, loot and scrap your craft... my lord."

Simond took a mouthful of water. Imperator it was hot and steamy and the armour surely was not helping. On the other hand it had kept him alive, and that was what it needed to do.

"We're the ones who are pulling your hazels out of the coals before they burst. Lord." Balwin called from behind him with youthful enthusiasm and much less tact. Simond sprayed his mouthful of water in a cloud that hung for a moment in the humid air in front of him.

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Teodore was happy to bring up the rear guard. He moved slow and kept his eyes out for anything suspicious. When he heard Simond talking to the Scion, he couldn't help but pipe up from where he was.

"We're a mixed Astra Militarum unit. Let us come over to you. If you have wounded I can help."




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The gun of the Scion that Simond first saw remains steady pointing down his firing lane, with not visible reaction to his quib nor Theodors offer to take care of the wounded. You can only guess, that he uses some internal com-system to report and soon after, another head sticks up beside him and you can almost make out some rank insignia on the newcomer. Suddenly you hear your comm-beads making a little noice in your ears, as an access code is used. A very level headed, almost a bit mechanical sounding voice orders "Aknowledged. Approach and set up a defensive parameter. The paramedic is needed at the wreckage ASAP." - So much for a friendly greeting.

Getting closer you can see that the friendlies have been badly shaken. You can make out 5 of them that are more or less on their feet, but Theodore guesses at least two are suffering from a concussion and struggle to keep upright. The officer that more ordered than invited you in seems to be a lieutenant equivalent and simply points Theodore towards the wreckage, were one of the pilots and another Scion are lying on the ground stabilized as good as possible (which basically only means "not bleeding in fountains" but little more). Another 5 bodies are under blankets and obviously dead.

"Identification, Status and mission report." the officer calls to Wyona without even introducting himself and your sergeant complies, sucking down a handy reply as a good little guardsmen does in front of the glory boys. Njal, Theodore and anyone else more accustomed to technology and combeads might also suspect, that while the Scions are hearing in your channel, they still have their own for their communication.
Still very short on words, the Lieutenant says "We need extraction. Activate the Amplified Vox in your Transport and call HQ."

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Njal heard the order and glanced sideways at the Sarge.

Technically, the L.T. outranked them and they had to comply..... but their orders came from higher up the chain so they could pull rank using those orders to countermand the L.T. He wondered how the Sarge was going to play it. He knew he didn't cotton to taking orders from these tin soldiers.

Njal openly eye-balled the Scions, something he wouldn't do to fellow for St. Paullus, a Brontian, Kreiger, etc. . He had never seen a "Scion" before and frankly wasn't sure what to make of them. Their soldiering seemed adequate, but their bluster towards their fellows..... well..... he didn't have much room for that. Afterall, we were all in the Blizzard together now weren't we?

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Teodore was too busy tending to the wounded to have much time to jump in on the conversation. He was quickly getting frustrated and worn out.

Maybe giving medical supplies to those civilians wasn't such a good idea afterall. He thought, suddenly feeling guilty.

When he finally had a moment, he walked over to Wyona, Simond, and the other men in his unit.

"I'm doing the best I can, but some of these guys need to get to a Med Center or they are not going to make it."

"If we can't get an aerial Med Evac than the next best course of action is to load the Chimera up with the wounded and use it to get the wounded back to base ASAP. If the mission is still on, I'm willing to accompany the wounded back to base to give them the best chance of survival."

After a moment he realized he was speaking out of turn. "Ummm sorry, I'm just speaking as a medical professional here. This is my advice for what's best to take care of the wounded. Obviously an aerial med evac would be the best option, just thinking of plan B. Whatever happens it's your call Seargant."

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Krieg! What a hole...

''A waste to leave trained Scions to die like this, but the parameters of our missions might force our hands''

The Krieger approached, offering his opinion and looking at the survivors of the crash. While they had similar equipment, the different pattern issued to the Guard's special forces seemed to catch the greatcoat wearing man, though he didn't go up and ask the Stormtroopers about it.

''Would we have enough room for all the injured ones, and us, on the Chimera? Even with our riders, the vehicle would get rather full''

The Grenadier droned one in that monotone voice of his, muffled behind his mask.

''Could we stabilise them, move on, and come back?''

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Tambo replies to Ponchos question "If we leave the dead and some of us ride on top of the Chimera, we should fit. I sometimes had a ride with up to 20 friends on one of the good old metal boxes. It's not cozy, but when you're short on vehicles it works..."

Regarding at the problem at hand he takes a look at the Valkyrie wreckage and utters ... 10% of a plan "HQ said we should not use our vox to not alarm the Greenskins of our presence. Does any of you think he could cobble together something so that the signal looks like it came from the Valkyrie? They Orks know that it went down here anyway, so a vox signal from there should not change anything, it just has to look like the Scions sent it." he couples that with an apologizing hand gesture indicating that he himself does not know enough about vox protocols or tech to do such a feat.

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Simond chewed his lip in silence, as everyone else spoke.
These troopers were heavily armed alright, there was the opportunity to perhaps have them along for their mission, if the nobles did not of course drag his group into their plans.
"Sergeant." "I think we should want to see what we can take from the crashed craft. I don't know what to expect at the foundry. But having more guns can't hurt. And it's better than to leave them for the greenskins."

Eventually he walked his horse over towards the leader of the armoured troopers.
He gave a quick and smart salute. "Sir," he said in that only an experienced non commissioned officer could, in a way that was synonymous with 'son' "you're going to want to leave this place before the greenskins arrive. We are your only ride out of here before they do, our healer , we have an objective nearby and once it is secured the cavalry will swoop in to pick us up. If you want to get back to our lines, well this is your horse out of this mess." He gestured with a thumb towards the armoured machine.
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Njal wandered over to the cockpit. It smelled bad, like someone got injured and died up here bad. Blood and viscera were splattered across the instruments.

He pulled out his tool kit and leaned in. He gently rubbed off the controls and tried to get his bearings on what was what.

There, there. Poor little machine. Looks like you managed to keep together. Of course you did your best. You always did your best, he murmured softly as he poked around.

It wasn't long before he found the Vox. It looked to mostly be spared on the inside, but the transmitter had probably been busted up in the crash. He could tinker with it and see what he could do, but this wasn't exactly a repair bay. Plus, there was the range to consider.

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Teodore frowned. "I'll continue to do what I can. But I like I said it's really important that these wounded be transported to a med center as soon as possible. Transporting critically wounded into a conflict zone on the other hand is not something I would recommend.

On the other hand the Chimera could serve as a Med Evac if none other becomes available. Of course that would mean the mission would continue on foot.

He looked at the tinkering going on at the crashed aircraft. "Maybe they'll get their own Med Evac. That would be the best for everyone."

He sighed and got back to work.

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Njal peaked out from the cockpit and glanced around.

Who's watching the frosted perimeter?

Everyone hold your ice and let the LT and Sarge figure it out. The rest of us just need to mind our own fires.



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Unfortunatly Njals endeavor with the Valkyries Vox ends rather fruitless, as the poor thing seems to have taken to much of a beating to get it to function. While the machine spirit undoubtedly did it's best, its to far gone to send a signal on its own and the St. Paulus trooper does not know enough about this type of machinery to hook it unto the Chimeras Vox or modify the later to send with the Valks frequency.

Watching out of the cockpit he can see that the Scions are definitly still watching the perimeter, as do Tambo, M'Gele, Balwin and Erc in the Chimera. He has to admit though that the Scions do it a bit more professionally and with a better eye for fire lanes, overlapping fields of fire and unit tactics.


in reply to Simonds and Theodors comments, the Lieutenant seems far from happy. But it seems that Simonds argument was at least somewhat convincing. He looks over to his men again and asks Wyona "How far away is that objective of yours? And what is it? Do we have a good chance of digging in there while we wait for MedEvac?" which between the lines spells "better then sitting out here in the open"... To which she replies that the refinery you are about to secure should only be 2 or 3 hours away, but might be contested.
Towards Theodore he asks "How big of a chance do our wounded have, if we transport them now?" to which the medic can only give him about 50:50 for the wounded pilot and 20% for the Scion. The officer seems to calculate that a bit in his head and finally nods "We'll take our chances with your lot. Make room in the transport and let's leave this place, ASAP."

Spoiler:
Njals Tech-use roll was a miss, but Simonds Fellowship hit good


As the wounded are loaded into the Chimera, Tambo approaches the Lieutenant, snapping the best approach of a parade ground salute he can muster"Sir, the greenskins will likely try and seize equipment and eat the dead when they get here. Permission to salvage the Hellguns and mine the bodies? They died as heroes. I'm sure they would not mind to take some more Xenos with them posthumously." While he says that, he takes out one of his claymore mines from the depot.

Spoiler:
That's basically Tambos attempt on looking like a good soldier to cover that he would rather keep the hellguns than just destroy them, even if they might be damaged, as they are still worth trading. Maybe one of you can decide, what the Lieutenant would answer.
Tambo would have 1 success on fellowship

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Krieg! What a hole...

''This troo... I would like to salvage a few power-cells for my own Hellgun if the Stormtroopers are willing. Spare parts would be useful, as well, just in case''

The disgraced Grenadier spoke, looking from his comrades to the Scion that stood watch.

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Teodore reluctantly did what he could to load the wounded up, feeling somewhat disillusioned that his suggestion of using the Chimera as an ambulance while everyone else went ahead on foot was rebuffed. But alas this was life in the Guard... at least he wasn't one of the injured.

"I just hope we can get a real med evac once we reach the objective. It's not looking good for either of them, Emperor help them."

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Simond sat alone on his horse for for few moments, he'd dispatched Balwin to assist Teodore in loafing the injured up, now he paused and made the sign of Aquila towards the corpses of the two soldiers and mumbled a short prayer under his breath.

They'd not get a proper burial, or any other kind of send off. It was the best he could do before Tambo set about rigging them with traps. It was a comforting thought that these men, even in death might serve to kill their enemies still.

Before everyone got moving again he quickly dismounted and checked over his horse's shoes, leggings and the protective salve that he'd been supplied for the beast, he checked the few light scratchesthe jungle cats had put on the horse. It was a check he'd done a hundred times on this trip so far and it only took a few moments.



   
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Erc Redhand pulled the machine up, and everyone got to work securing the wounded and loading up. The newcomers seemed to do the soldiering, while his lot did the heavy lifting.

When it was done, Njal hauled himself up into the turret and checked the map again. His little friend was there, waiting to show him where to go. He patted the girl on the head and mumbled something appreciative to her.

He clicked the intervox, "Ready to roll-out on orders, sir."


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On the notion that the gear of their fallen comrades should be salvaged, the Scions seem to be at least a little bit offended. But they see reason, that leaving it would only give the Orks something to plunder, so the lieutenant reluctantly agrees.
When Poncho comes up to Tambo that is already "working" at the dead, the Askari nods and hands him two spare Hellgun barrels that he already unscrewed from their casings. "The others are bend. You check the guns, I do the rest. Oh, and if you know how to rig them in a way that they explode when being used, do it." The Krieger can see that already a couple of items have found their way into Tambos pouches and pockets - Knifes, a Laspistol, Stimms... whatever might become useful or is compact and worth trading.
After they finished he would definitly be thankful, if the Krieger could assist him in rigging some explosives to the bodies - as it seems not the first time, that he has done this.


While the Scions do seem to regard the pecking order as "Our Lieutenant => Scions => Wyona => everyone else", they follow every order of Theodore regarding the wounded to the letter, trusting him in his field of expertise. In the end the inside of the Chimera is occupied by two improvised stretchers, Theodore, Wyona, Njall in the turret and the Scion officer that by now has introduced himself as Lieutenant Miller. The wounded Scion trooper is fevery and rarely concious. He also has a bad rattle in his lungs that does not sound promising. The pilot looks a bit better, but checking up on him Teodore realizes, that he will likely loose his right leg. The only question there being, if the paramedic wants to try and get it over with now or take the risk of waiting for the medevac.

All other troopers will have to buckle up on the rather cramped roof of the Chimera or ride like Simond and Balwin, but finally you somehow manage to find room and handholds, so that Wyona orders Erc to roll out. On top - and in a moment when the Scions look another way - Tambo pulls out two excellently crafted Knifes he salvaged and hands them over to Adamo and Malakai while he produces an ornamented laspistol and puts it in the hand of the slightly puzzled Ellen. "Here, this one's for you. It has a lot more ammo than your revolver and less recoil. We can show you how to use it." before he talks her through the essentials.
The others get a hand full of grenades he "found", all in all 3 Frag and one Krak that were still useable.



As expected you need about 2 hours, before you are so close to the refinery, that the decision is made to halt, camouflage the Chimera and try to scout out the site. From a first, very very casual glance at the thing, you can make out a walled compound. The entry gate was originally about 10 meters wide with two large doors, but the orks just rammed it in with two trucks, whose rusting remains now function as a kind of improvised barrier - leaving enough space for a lucky intruder to maybe slip inside unseen.
The walls are made from rockcrete and are 5 meters high. At the corners you can make out a total of 7 watchtowers of 10 meters, each armed with an autocannon and at least the three you already checked out are manned by an Ork each. Inside the walls there seem to be overall three structures: a kind of living quarters/utility one, a promethium refinery and a couple of huge storage tanks.

The entire refinery bears the workmanship of Ork design. While they have not disassembled or completely broken the equipment, they have performed some modifications. In addition to adding glyphs and repainting, they have also adjusted the flow rate on many of the valves and modified most of the safety mechanisms. Every few hours, a huge plume of flame and smoke jets upward from the distillation tower. Many of the valves belch huge clouds of smoke in an irregular fashion. There are countless slick patches throughout the complex from new leaks of promethium at various stages of refinement. Some of these are immediately below the leaking valve, while others are more than a hundred metres away as partly refined ore jetted at high pressure from the valves.

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Feel free to tell me if and how you want to scout out more. So who goes, watches from where and what are you focussing on.
If you are especially daring you can also try to infiltrate the facility

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Teodore will attempt the amputation. "We don't have a choice. I'm going to have to cut the leg. If he's lucky, they'll be able to find him a halfway decent augmetic replacement when we get back."

Once the bloody affair is done. He seems exhausted and shocked.

He doesn't look like he wants to anything more except hang back in the Chimera and chill while everyone else does the fighting. Of course, he knows he still ahs to do as ordered

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Simond saw Teodore readying to begin the operation and took his horse out to the group's picket line.

He waited till the operation was over and then found Wyona and reqested to scout the enemy defences.
"Sergeant, the vantage might be good, the map might be good, but there is never a substitute for scouting. Balwin and I can ride around the fort, if anything happens we can outrun the orks and draw them off into the jungle."

   
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"All right little lady, I need you to stay back here in the Can," Njal reached down and tussled the little kid's hair.

"Redhand, you better stay with the Furnace too. That way you can roll in and support if the blizzard hits, but we'll have to see what the Sarge thinks.

With that, Njal started gathering up his gear to hump it over to the Refinery with the rest of the squad. He did not enjoy the idea of going out there in the heat, or going out from behind his ceramite walls.

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The amputation is a bloody business indeed and being performed inside a Chimera instead of a surgical theater, the pilots chances of survival look pretty grim. The anastetics do their best, but still you have to fixate the man during surgery. But once again, Teodore proves to be an incredibly medic and manages to postpone his patients appointment in front of the golden throne for a while. More than that, upon going to work the paramedic is even able to save most of his upper leg including the knee - which will make replacing it with augmetics so much easier later on. Of course he won't be able to walk around, but after a while, Clement, which is his name, might at least be able to trigger one of the lasgun-arrays or help inside the chimera.
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rolled a 02 on Teodores medic skill, so an overwhelming success regarding the circumstances.


Teodore can also at least stabilize the wounded Scion, a private LaGrange, enough that the fever doesn't get worse, but he should still get out of here as soon as possible.


Ellen - who really was a big help navigating you to the refinery - sulks a little bit on Njals comment "I can fight to!" but is somewhat appeased, as Wyona explains here thoughts on strategy in response to Simonds proposal. "Sounds good, but not yet. As soon as they see you, the greenskins know we are here. And I want us to play our cards right and keep them in the dark about our numbers and equipment as long as possible. Looking over to Lieutenant Miller she adds "We'll set up three kill zones, A, B and C. At A I will set an ambush with Tambo, M'Gele, Poncho, Malakai and Adamo. At B we'll park the Chimera and hold back the Scions as reserves. C will be a bit off of the other two, there we'll place the claymore mines in a way that the cavalrymen know how to avoid them. Then Simond and Balwin go forwards and scout out the Facility.
If they go unseen - fine.
If they attract the attention of one or two greenskins: fall back to killzone A, let the gunners grind them down, then charge in and finish them off.
If you are followed by more than that, but less then... let's say five, you first go to killzone A, but avoid melee. The gunners take their best shot, but retreat when the greenskins have closed to about 50 yards to killzone B, where we make our stand with the Chimeras Multilasers and the Hellguns.
If it's even more, you goad them to killzone C, get the hell out of there and we'll try something else."

Sounds like a textbook plan, but it wouldn't be in the textbook, if it did not have its merits.



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Njal snapped a salute to Wynona and hoped that the Scion L.T. would not muck it all up.


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Simond bit his lip as the sergeant layed out the plan, it was a good plan. A bit too neat, and in his experience war had a habit of not being that. 'Adamo, you have been fighting these beasts, what do you think the likelihood of some of them wandering in from the forest? Do they roam much in the forest? Or do they stick to their camps?'

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Teodore nods. "I guess you want me back with the Chimera right?"

He looked uneasily at the refinery and wondered how many greenskins were inside. What if it was 100s, 1000s? Then this would be the end of the line and Teodore would become just like most Imperial Guard troopers who never made it past their 15th hour of combat.

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