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Veptus knew what Xandrek showed him was a smile, probably out of dry amusement for his Apothecary, but to those unused to the facial expressions of those of the Eighth Legion it would look like Xandrek was baring his blood-stained teeth at Xandrek in the approximation of a snarl. The rest of Xandrek’s first claw began to stir, Azrael being typically first. He joined Xandrek and Veptus outside, cradling Manroth’s corpse like a mother holding her still-born child. “He did not deserve to die there and I will not leave him there to be torn apart by these savages” Veptus found it curious when Azrael, or anyone for that matter, talked of someone ‘deserving’ to die. Death was not something that could be avoided by good deeds and was only a karmic response for a person’s wrong-doings. It was as much a part of life as birth, and no one deserved that either. He was dead and that was it. As soon as they were done here, another would fill his place in the First Claw and Veptus would hardly notice the change.

More of the First Claw began to disgorge from the Thunderhawk and Xandrek motioned with his head backwards towards the Thunderhawk. Veptus understood and clambered on top of the Thunderhawk. He knelt, holstering his “Mercy” and “Fear” and drawing his sniper rifle “Malice” and bringing its scope up to his eye. The rifle was a variation on the standard Astartes sniper rifle and a collaboration of efforts between him and the First Claw’s old techmarine Jantir. Whilst the usual Astartes sniper rifles were semi-automatic, Veptus’s was bolt action. Some saw this modification as a regression, but getting rid of the auto-loading mechanism from the gun’s interior allowed for internal modifications to be made which increased the speed with which the bolts left the rife. This meant that they travelled further, lost velocity slower and had more penetration at longer range. All of these factors meant that Veptus could be an effective sniper at ranges which the enemy would not expect, and nothing sowed fear quite like striking your enemy when they believed themselves safe.

As the rest of the First Claw engaged the orks, Veptus scanned the braying crowd for appropriate targets. The orks were pack animals, and so eliminating their leaders would cause the hoard to dissolve into even more of an unruly mob than they were already and that would make them easy prey for the veteran Night Lords. Fortunately, killing ork leaders was much easier than Veptus’s usual targets, who attempted to disguise their true leaders to preserve them from a bolt round between the shoulder-blades, because the orks wore their trophies openly and usually all one had to do was spot the largest orks and suitably eliminate them. Veptus scanned the charging hoard and it wasn’t long before Veptus found his first likely candidate. In the middle of the thronging mass, an ork wore a crude totem pole upon his back and his bottom jaw seemed to jut forward unnaturally far. Its head disappeared in an explosion of pink mist, bone and brain matter.

Veptus’s hand quickly pulled the bolt back and another round was loaded into the chamber when a voice crackled through the vox. "Got a nice view up there Veptus?" Vettal asked, his voice modulating with a laughter that tried to disguise, intentionally or accidentally, some measure of pain. The approximate readings from his equipment confirmed that Vettal was injured, but not significantly. The prow of The Revenant obscured Vettal from Veptus to assess what type of injury he had sustained. Veptus laughed tersely and replied "I see well enough to know you are harmed Vettal. Given that you are still breathing, you are obviously faring better than Manroth. How much better?" He took aim on another ork and destroyed its chest with a well-placed bolt round through the chest. The bolt-mechanism slid back once more as Vettal spoke. "It's just a flesh wound. Seems the "Revenant" liked me more than I thought, enough to put a piece of itself through my leg apparently."

Veptus glanced at his gauntlet to get an assessment from Vettal’s armour. He would survive without aid for some time yet, from his description, and with the mob descending on them, his Astartes physique would stem the worst of the damage until such a time as Veptus could tend to thr wound. Veptus fired and put down a third beast. HE went to reply, before he noticed something in the corner of his sight. Thick, black petroleum smoke coiled up from behind the sparse hill and Veptus swung his sights to view what they were facing. Three crude orkish transports rumbled over the hill and one had what resembled an autocannon on the top. If nothing else, that gun needed silencing before it reached the First Claw. "You're readings and your description don't seem to indicate you're dying. When this is over, I'll patch you up but right now we have bigger problems. Three trucks coming over the ridge, one with something resembling an autocannon. Bring it down."

They both had their targets, and Veptus watched as Vettal’s bullets streamed towards the truck with the autocannon as he took aim on one of the adjacent ‘trukks’ as they were dubbed. The driver’s compartment was at least partially shielded, mainly by metal plates, but partially by salvaged plexi-glass from some Imperial vessel no doubt. The trukk’s makeshift suspension lead to it rocking backwards and forwards making it hard for Veptus to get a decent shot on the driver. His first shot penetrated and damaged one of the driver’s shoulders. The second crumpled the driver’s chestplate. No sooner had one died and his body was booted out of the side of the trukk and another ork, who had the frustrating sensibility to obscure himself behind the wheel. Veptus took aim and fired again. The trukk lurched at the wrong moment and shot went into the front armour of the trukk, apparently doing nothing. Veptus’s lip curled at the corners into a snarl as he took aim again. If he could stop the trukk from reaching them and force its occupants to walk, he would buy the First Claw more time. Time the needed to deal with the foes at hand…

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The drop was going according to plan. As the hull of the Revenant punched its way through the upper atmosphere of this poor excuse for a planet, Jaekal could see through an adjacent porthole the flames surrounding the craft and hear tell tale sounds of transonic flight. Feeling the need to rouse his comrades, the Chaplain bellowed, "we fall from the heavens, Death incarnate Brothers! Kill the xeno to the last!" As the craft descended further, black puffs of smoke began to appear outside, indicating the Orks had established a rudimentary air defense. "Comical..." Jaekal said, though he was cut short by the report of something striking the Revenant. Warning lights began to flash as the claxon rang out, the servitor pilot informing First Claw that the vessel had been hit. Then came the crash.

Jaekal awoke to the sounds of battle, the last thing he remembered was the armoured visage of his Captain flying towards him. Something kicked his leg, rousing him from his stupor. "Not dead, are we?" was all the Corpse-Master said as he hurried past Jaekal to give aid to the Captain. Touching his helm, he could feel the damage caused by the impact from his Battle Brother. His helmet's visual readouts were filled with static, flickering in and out of operable parameters. Deciding the helmet would be too much a hindrance, Jaekal quickly removed it, securing it to his belt. Releasing his harness, Jaekal jumped to his feet, Crozius in hand. Walking past the impaled corpse of Brother Manroth, Jaekal cursed the Orks. Kneeling over the body, noting that Manroth's stormbolter was missing, he whispered, "go into the Night, Brother. You will be avenged."

Brother Tyberus had been near Manroth, and Jaekal could see he was wielding his fallen comrade's weapon. "Brother Tyberus! You would desecrate your battle brother's memory by relieving him of his weapons!?" Jaekal approached Tyberus, paying little heed to the ricocheting rounds incoming. Glaring at Tyberus, Jaekal let him explain. "No Brother Chaplain! I would see Brother Manroth honored, I wish to see his weapons take the lives of the enemies of the First Claw at least one final time." With that, Tyberus tossed Jaekal the weapon, which he caught deftly before securing it to his belt. Drawing his plasma pistol, Jaekal's said plainly, "I prefer to look my prey in the eye, Brother. Covering fire, now!"

Azrael was already in the thick of things, with the rest of First Claw setting up firing positions around the wreckage. From on of their flanks, a group of Orks rushed from cover, seeking to close the gap with Jaekal. The Chaplain stood firm, drawing his plasma pistol and firing a round into the chest of the lead Ork. The energy from the blast eliminated the target, covering the surrounding Orks in a mist of blood and viscera. The remaining four were only enraged by this, increasing their speed and were upon Jaekal in an instant.

Jaekal parried the first Ork to arrives axe swing, spinning on his heel to cave the back of its head in with his Crozius. Drawing his pistol up, he blasted a second one straight in the face. Depressing the switch to energize his weapon of office, Jaekal faced off with the remaining two Orks. Swinging the weapon in an overhand strike, Jaekal's target dodged, rolling to the right. "Damn you!" Jaekal spat. Circling back around, the two Orks lunged at the same time. Jaekal picked the closer of the two, striking it in the shoulder. As the weight of the weapon, enhanced by his power armour and supra-natural strength, began to crush its torso, the energy field hissed and the Orks chest cavity exploded, gore fizzling as he withdrew the weapon. With not enough time to launch a second strike, Jaekal leapt backwards. As the final Ork sought to finish Jaekal, two bolter round impacted its chest in tight grouping, blasting through and killing the xeno instantly. Looking back, Jaekal could see Tyberus had delivered the killing shot.

Giving a nod to Brother Tyberus, Jaekal called out on the vox, seeking where he could give aid in the combat. Hearing the report of autocannon fire, Jaekal ventured that Vettal was engaging enemy armour. "Vettal, if you're still alive, where are the enemy vehicles? I'll bring my melta to bear where you see fit..."

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Listening to Veptus retell the last flight of the original Revenant Raskreia himself allowed his own eyes to lose focus on the present, lids slowly descending stopping halfway before his own memories were brought to the front and Veptus' voice nearly faded as flakk fire started to hammer into his thoughts once again.


Sitting in his harness Raskreia thought about the mission they were on rocking slightly from side to side restrained by the harness as the Orks fired wildly into the sky in a vain attempt to hit them. Watching Xandrek pace back and forth in a vox-channel with the rest of Fourth Company's Claws when a loud explosion hit the side of the Revenant throwing Xandrek into Jaekel mercifully shutting the Chaplain up as they plummeted out of the sky.

Blinking his eyes several times Raskreia begins to hear the banging and curt orders while light is slowly filtered through his helmets lenses. Pain lancing through his right leg brought him quickly back into complete awareness. Hearing the guttural war-cries and heavy caliber rounds ricocheting off debris and rocks announcing the swift advance of the foul xenos. Shifting his head Raskreia sees Veptus walking towards the Captain before struggling out of his harness. Picking up the banner from the floor he sees Vettal pinned to the side with a piece of the Revenant along with the body of Manroth who Tyberus is dealing with.

Walking over to him Raskreia helps him off the hull before Vettal moves his hand to the hunk of metal but Raskreia restrains his hand shaking his head saying, "Leave it for the Corpse-Master to remove Vettal. There would be more damage removing it now as the orks are advancing. Though better to check your autocannon instead to make sure it works after that nice landing." shifting his head to point towards the exit where Azreal, Veptus and Xandrek were already in the midst of a few orks. Putting his left arm around Vettal's waist while slinging his right over his own shoulders taking the banner in his right hand to steady himself as the two walked out under the cover of Veptus, Azreal and the Captain who are joined by Tyberus and Jaekal heading to a warped and shredded wing setting him down and checking that he had a fire lane to cover the rest.

Making sure he won't lose consciousness Raskreia's left hand dropped to his thigh releasing his bolt pistol. However before he could aim Xandrek barreled over an Ork casually dispatching it before forcing him onto his knee planting his tower shield in front of them the orkish rounds ineffectively pinging off it before shouting at him, “Raskreia, get that vox on your back tuned back into long range communications with the rest of fourth company and let them know we will be delayed slightly.” Nodding recognition of the order Raskreia cradles the banner in the crook of his right elbow before taking the controls for the vox and readjusting them for the Company's channel. Doing this Raskreia takes pot shots at the largest concentration of orks depressing the trigger once sending a bolt blowing the leg off one Ork. Establishing a secure connection Raskreia relays the situation from First Claw sending three more bolts down at the Orks, seeing one shatter an Orks hand and sending bone fragments into the eyes of another. Firing twice more Raskreia scores a body shot but only serves to slow it down as it had not killed the ork. The other had taken an arm off a small ork at the elbow though it served only to enrage it further.

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Azrael: As you lunge forward to impale the ork infront of you through the chest an imposing figures steps in your way and you know exactly who it is as the figure whips out his left arm sending a huge tower shield slamming into the ork’s head knocking it down onto its back before he uses the bladed bottom of his shield to slam down onto its neck severing its head. You smile behind your helmet at the Captain who turns his head to you and nods before he cuts another ork charging towards the two of you as bolter rounds pick off other orks and you note most of them are head shots and know that the Corpse-Master is somewhere behind you showing off why he is still a member of First-Claw and the best shot in Fourth Company. “We can not get bogged down here Azrael, we need to meet up with the rest of Fourth Company, and the others at the ork fortress. I have no desire to fail our Father in this as he is with the Prince of Crows.”

You see Xandrek look up and tilt his chin towards an ornately crafted stormbird that belongs to First Company and you know what the captain means, The Night Haunter is joining in the assault. You have time to speak to Xandrek as the two of you move around each other slaying orks left and right as the others get gunned down by the rest of First Claw however you see several ork transports cresting the hill followed by the loud bangs of an auto-cannon from Vettal behind you and watch one of the transports erupt into a ball of fire and twisted metal sending pieces of orks everywhere. “Azrael, get everyone up and ready to move. We are heading to the fortress on foot, and tell Veptus to see to Vettal as his current injury will slow us down and if its not seen to then we will leave him behind as a rear-guard.” You have time to slay another four orks before issuing out Xandrek’s orders as he seems too focused on killing orks rather than giving the orders to himself and that is to be expected as without a helmet he doesn’t have access to the vox network of First Claw, Fourth Company and the rest of the legion. Though you then remember that Manroth’s helmet is undamaged and if you can remove it then it could serve Xandrek for this engagement until his is repaired.

Raskreia: Connecting into Fourth Companies long range vox network you relay what Xandrek has said but before you can say that it was Xandrek’s orders that had you connecting to the rest of the company you get several vox messages back inquiring into if the Captain was still alive before several Sergeant’s broke down into arguing over who would take command with no Xandrek. Staying silent for a moment you make a mental note of the names of the Sergeant’s saying who would be taking control of the company before you tell them that the Captain is still alive and they could even speak with him if they wished which in turn provokes a satisfying silence before Sergeant Voss’s voice calls over the vox. “Tell the Captain that due to mechanical issues our stormbird was unable to launch on time with the rest of the company and that we will be on-route to your location. ETA forty minutes, Think you and the rest of our dear brother’s will last that long ‘Standard Bearer’?” You have time to answer Voss before relaying his message to Xandrek though given his distance from you now you would either need to shout potentially warning any still lurking ork’s or get closer to him to give him the message.

What ever decision it is that you make you plant the standard of Fourth Company into the front next to you as you reload your bolt pistol and draw your power axe as six brutish looking orks from the now destroyed transports charge their way towards you clearly intent on taking the banner and for what seems the thousandth time you curse being the bearer of the company standard as it always means that no matter what alien race you fight or lost part of humanity enemies are always drawn to your location though most of the time it also means that Veptus, Xandrek and Azrael are right beside you aswell with their ranks all marking them out as prime choices for targets aswell, but with Veptus hiding in some perch on the wreckage of the ‘Revenant’ and Azrael up front with Xandrek you are left to fight these orks on your own though you remember you deposited Vettal around here and could probably move and get him to lay down some covering fire for you.

Veptus: As you continue to take carefully aimed shots at the three approaching ork transports you see three heavy caliber shells slam into the trukk with the auto-cannon killing one of its passengers, destroying the weapon and then turning the transport into a spinning ball of fire, twisted metal and corpses as Vettal’s shots slam home and the resulting wreckage forces the second of the three transports to veer off and into the path of the remaining trukk resulting in a collision that sends all of the occupants flying to the ground and away from their transports. Smiling coldly to yourself now that the orks are no longer fast moving or have cover you have time to pick them off at your leisure keeping with your theory of shooting the orks who are bigger and generally have gathered more pieces of so called ‘war-gear’ to themselves to try and remove any leaders from the group, with occasionally putting a shot or two into the brain pans of some orks trying to attack either Azrael or Xandrek.

As you continue putting shot after shot into the orks currently around infront of you, you then smell smoke coming from your left and glance over quickly to see Jaekal and Tyberus engaged with ork Kommando’s that were trying to flank you but before you can turn your attention to them you hear Vettal call to you across the vox network warning you of something else entirely to which you turn your attention back to the horizon and see five more transports resting the hill with the leading one being heavily modified and armoured and as you look down your scopes at a gigantic ork standing in the back of it your thoughts are confirmed when Vettal asks you if you have a clear shot at the ork Warboss. If you reply to Vettal then that is your choice, you may kill up to another five orks in your post with two of them being ones which would of attacked Azrael and one of them Xandrek. Before you put up your post please pm me so I can give you some information on your shot against the Warboss.

Jaekal: Before Vettal has a chance to reply you hear a warning being shouted from Tyberus and turn to see to your left ork Kommando’s moving through the tree’s taking shots at the singular battle brother guarding the left flank and as you turn to go and help your brother of First Claw you hear Xandrek call to you. “Jaekal, keep those greenskin bastards from flanking us! We are too exposed here and we need to pull back. Keep that flank secure!” If you reply to the captain that is your choice as you jog towards Tyberus’s location you casually remove the head of an ork with a back hand sweep of your crozius before settling down behind part of the left wing to the right of Tyberus and begin taking more shots at the flanking orks with your plasma pistol which easily drops them one by one but also sets the tree’s that they were using as cover on fire which in turn begins to spread to the whole woodland forcing the orks to charge out into the clearing.

As the flanking orks leave the now burning forest you see their leader charge towards Tyberus and while you level your plasma pistol at the boss but your aim is thrown off as a bullet slams into the back of your hand making your shot veer off to the left and slam into the hull of the ‘Revenant’ turning it into molten metal. Turning to see where the shot came from you see two large orks, not as large as their boss come charging towards you with their pistols blazing and chain-axes in their hands bellowing at you. As you manage to put a shot into the chest of the first one the second is now upon you as he slams the back of his axe against your pistol knocking it from your hand to the ground a few meters away leaving only with your crozius to dispatch this ork. You may kill this ork as quickly as you want before going to retrieve your plasma pistol but if you do then four orks will try to intercept you as they fight over who will claim your pistol.

Var (Vettal): Your auto-cannon roars and bucks in your hands as your power armour compensates for the recoil and noise coming from your weapon as you send high-caliber shells flying across the minor battle field and towards the ork transport that has an auto-cannon mounted ontop of it, with your first shot pulping the head of one of the ork passengers, the second slamming into the ork auto-cannon itself and then the third slamming straight into the front of the trukk into the engine and fuel tank changing the ork transport into a glorious fireball of twisted metal and body parts which flips end over end and slams down infront of another transport making it veer wildly off into the third transport with a satisfying screech of metal on metal as both ork trukk’s flip over spilling their passengers onto the ground ready for the rest of First Claw to dispatch.

Turning your sights from the now destroyed transports you look back towards the crest of the hill and see yet more ork transports arriving but this time they are a lot more heavily armoured and standing in the largest and most modified transport is clearly the boss of the attacking orks. The transport appears to be too heavily armoured on the front for you to get a clear shot at the Boss however maybe Veptus will be able to take out their leader from his vantage point on the wreckage of the ‘Revenant’. While warning Veptus you have the choice of either trying to deal as much damage to the Boss’s transport itself or you can make the other four transports your target priority before they get any closers. You may destroy up to two other transports or destroy the tracks and wheels on the right side of the Boss’s transport. The choice is up to you.

Tyberus: Thankfully your warning was loud enough for the Captain to hear as he shouts over to Jaekal to come and help you hold the left flank with the Chaplain now moving up to take cover to the right of you as he sets about taking Kommando’s down one by one or destroying their cover completely with shots from his plasma pistol which start to set the surrounding woodland to the left of First Claw on fire but the fire is helping force the orks out of cover and into the sights of your storm-bolter. While you and Jaekal continue to pick off the Kommando’s as they charge from the cover in the tree line towards you, you see the largest of the ork Kommando’s wearing some rather heavy armour push his way to the front and grunt at you before bellowing “Waaaaaargh!” and charge directly at you.

You are not able to drop the Kommando Boss with shots from your storm-bolter as the shots either slam into his armour not dealing much damage or only clip him on the legs and shoulders before your bolter runs dry and you are forced to reload but as you go to load your storm-bolter the Boss is almost upon you as he pulls back his right arm and jumps towards you trying to bring the wicked blood covered cleaver in his hand down into the gap between your shoulder and your neck. You have the choice of either trying to roll out of the way taking the hit on your left shoulder pad and can continue reloading your storm-bolter or you can drop your ranged weapon and draw your power maul and bring it up to intercept the cleaver to begin fighting the boss in melee combat.

Fundae: OOC: You still need to reply from the previous update, and for this one I would say you may kill up to another five orks ontop of the previous ones.
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Veptus was about to line up another shot when he saw something flash across his scope. Vettal had finally started to join his efforts to stop or stall these transports. The middle trukk was a hastily assembled conglomeration of scrap and under the heavy calibre fire from Vettal’s autocannon it could not stand. The thin armour plating buckled and split and, whilst Veptus did not see how being a zoomed as he was with his own scope, something in the core of the dirty ad-hoc mess detonated. The bloom of the explosion flashed in Veptus’s sight and he began to zoom out to observe the damage. The trukk flipped forward, end over end, balls of molten slag and charred corpses flying off it like an animal shedding its hair. The resulting ball of flaming wreckage obscured the path of the trukk on the left and the driver veered so hard to the right that it collided with the third trukk. The two wrecks coupled and span off their allotted course, the remaining orks being sent flying into the dirt. The two trukks would not drive again, not that Veptus was entirely sure how they had been before they had crashed. Veptus’s lips moved themselves back into his familiar psychopath’s smile. Whilst the orks which were in the transport were no dead, or at least most weren’t, they were moving slower and that meant the First Claw could deal with those orks in front of them before they reached them.

*Back to work* Veptus thought to himself and turned his attention back to those orks which were already in front of them. One particularly large and unpleasant looking ork with an over-sized cleaver bolted for Azrael and Xandrek. Veptus pulled the trigger on his sniper and the ork’s head exploded, the angle of the shot meaning most of the orks upper spine disappeared too. Apparently the bastard’s body was too stupid to realise that it was dead as it continued to take another couple of steps before the legs buckled and the headless corpse tumbled into a heap almost at the First Claw’s Champion’s feet. Another similarly imposing ork wielding some crude approximation of an Imperial power claw also found himself suddenly headless under Veptus’s murderous gaze. It was such poor sport putting down these animals, but even the smallest creature might overwhelm a larger predator with sufficient numbers.

Veptus’s baleful stare drifted over the battlefield. In the midst of the approaching orks was one wielding a flamer, although much less compact and efficient than the ones the Night Lords carried. The massive tank of flammable fluid bobbed up and down, poking above the ork’s head. Veptus sent a shell into the canister and a moment later the ork erupted into flames. Molten container parts showered those around him and the ork briefly flailed, trying to put out the fire that promptly consumed his flesh and calcified his bones. A couple of his fellow’s clothes caught fire and the hastily patted themselves down or tried to ignored the flames that had begun on their bodies in their haste to reach the First Claw. Some in other legions might comment that any enemy that can ignore pain and still fight against overwhelming odds against them was worth some measure of praise, but Veptus could not agree. As he put another bolt round through the vital organs of a larger ork of the pack, he mused that these beasts could not be ascribed with bravery. Firstly because they probably did not even realise how much the odds were stacked against them. Secondly, there was nothing brave about charging into certain death. It was stupidity and proved that these xeno’s were nothing but mindless animal needing to be exterminated as one exterminates and infestation of insects. In Veptus’s opinion, those who could equate stupidity with bravery were little better than these orks who ran toward the blades that would kill them.

Suddenly the stench of smoke and a light wave of heat washed over Veptus and he turned to seed the pandemonium that had erupted on their flank. Jaekal and Tyberus were embroiled with a pack of ork Kommando’s which ran howling from the burning forest to their left. Veptus was about to turn the gaze of ‘Malice’ to aid his comrades, for they were not his brother even if they were of the same legion and the same Claw, but a word from Vettal stopped him. "Corpse-Master, five more transports coming over the ridge" The Chaplain and the Vigilante would have to handle the incursion on their own, Veptus had bigger things to deal with. “Aye, I see them Vettal.” Veptus replied as he adjusted his sights back to the ridge to see the five more transports, better armoured than the ones before them. At the head was one of the more extensively modified and armoured trukks. In the back was one of the largest orks Veptus had seen in his service in the Eighth Legion. This was his real target. The rest were just sport, if that. This was the real prize here. This was the big game. Vettal had clearly noticed the prize too. “Do you have a shot on the Warboss?”

Veptus’s eyes flickered with glee underneath his ornate helmet. “I do, and I’m taking it.” Veptus’s sight lined up with the Warboss’s head. He licked his lips in anticipation. His finger curled softly around the curved trigger of his sniper rifle. The depressed trigger released the firing pin slammed into the waiting shell. The case and shell separated in an explosion of phenomenal force, all of which was focused in ejecting the bolt out of the end of the rifle’s barrel. The bolt travelled at break-neck speed, torpedoing towards its doomed target. The deadly shard of metal buried itself in Warboss’s skull, the micro-charge in the centre of the shell exploded, pulping brain matter and causing the ork’s skull to break apart along multiple fault lines. Except it didn’t. Somewhere in microseconds between Veptus firing and the bolt reaching its target, something had happened. The shell slammed into the Warboss’s shoulder, resulting in nothing more than bone and muscle damage which only served to infuriate the massive ork and cause it to spur the driver to reach the First Claw faster.

Veptus’s calm composure shattered for a moment to reveal a raging lunatic. Underneath the ornate helmet the Astartes disappeared and was replaced by a howling beast whose tongue was capable and actively spitting the most obscene Nostraman curses. Veptus fought to suppress his anger as it did not serve him in any useful way. A familiar voice carried up to the Apothecary on his perch “Something the matter Veptus? You seem upset.” Xandrek chuckled, taking some strange joy in seeing his Apothecary’s composure fracture. “Hardly Captain.” Veptus spat lying blatantly to his Xandrek, whom he never called Captain. But he could hardly Xandrek to go fuck himself and, as much as the Captain liked and valued Veptus, he was unlikely to let such an insult go unanswered. Calling him Captain was Veptus’s way of silently showing his displeasure. “Careful Veptus. Your aim is one of the only reasons you’re useful to me. Lose that and we might have problems” Veptus ignored his Captain, but then he doubted Xandrek expected any form of response. Veptus was too preoccupied lining up a second shot. This had to be perfect. He would not allow himself to make the same mistake twice…

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The smoke ran thick and fast now, the fires of the wooded flank. The First Claw was scattered and for a moment Tyberus wondered if perhaps they had spread themselves too thin? No matter, the midnight blue of the NightLords on his armor would remain forward facing no matter what befell them. None would give an inch without giving their lives first, of that Tyberus was certain.

There were shouts of incoming war wagons and a War Boss over the vox, but for the moment Tyberus and Jaekal were fighting their own private war to secure the left flank. The Kommandos poured out of the enflamed forest like ants, some of whom were on fire, but it did not dissuade their 'Waaaaagh!' Pushing and shoving his way to the fore a massive Kommando emerged, cleaving his own allies that did not make way for his wrathful and terrible charge. The Kommando was coming straight at Tyberus, the distance closing quickly.

Bringing his left hand up, he let his stormbolter roar, the thudding of alternating barrels firing echoed around him. The bolts however deflected, quite harmlessly off the armor of the massive Kommando Boss. The distance closed, Tyberus had no other choices now, his stormbolter was relinquished to the ground beneath him, his power maul drawn instantly and brought up to defend against the downward slash of the Kommando Boss' wicked and jagged cleaver.

An explosion behind him rocked his balance for a moment as he attempted to hold steady. He did not have any time to check and see that state of Brother Jaekal, but he heard the Chaplains liturgies start anew and it gave him strength. the Kommando Boss was incredibly strong, perhaps physically stronger than himself, even with his powered armor he could feel the strain of keeping the blade from digging into the exposed joint between his shoulder plate and helm. Brother Manroth! Tyberus remembered Brother Manroth's power sword was still with him. His free left hand grasped the weapon, it had been at least several decades since he had used any sword, power or chain, but the techniques had been indoctrinated in him since the time he was a youth running in the slum gangs. The power sword flashed to life as he slashed horizontally grazing across the Kommando Boss' exposed stomach forcing the Kommando to lunge back, the damage done was uncertain, but the force of the full charge had been broken and now the Kommando Boss would have to fight Tyberus on more level terms. "Is that all you've got for me?!" Tyberus snarled at the Kommando Boss, the tides now turned he flung himself headlong into the fray, wielding both his own power maul and Brother Manroth's power sword, alternating clubbing, crushing blows of the maul with precise slashes and thrusts of the blade.

The Kommando Boss was quickly on the defensive, his cleaver being used to deflect Tyberus' initial strikes, but as the NightLord pressed on the Kommando found blows breaking through his defenses. In an act of desperation the Kommando Boss hastily and carelessly drew a slugga from his belt. The beginning of the end. Tyberus took his chance without hesitation, his right hand bringing the power maul down against the Kommando Boss' cleaver wielding wrist. The crunch was audible even over the fray, the Kommando's entire hand seemed to just dangle from threads of shattered flesh and bone. A horrific, gutteral growl of pain escaped the Kommando's tusked mouth as Tyberus brought the power sword in a quick and accurate thrust right into the elbow joint of the slugga clutching hand. The slugga discharged harmlessly, rounds flying past Tyberus as he twisted the blade, prying tendon and bone apart until finally they gave way and the Kommando Boss' forearm fell away from his body and hit the sand in a pool of blood. Tyberus smiled underneath his helmet as the Kommando took stock of his situation, a stunned and bewildered look across its face as the ork howled in rage and agony. Tyberus lunged in with the power sword, shoving it deep into the Kommando Boss' stomach, forcing the massive brute to double over in pain. Tyberus retracted his left hand, leaving the sword embedded in the orks stomach, he grabbed the beast by the collar of what passed for chest armor, headbutting the ork with all of his might, blood exploding out of his nose and ruined orbital bones, what remained of the orks massive arms reached up as if to hold its shattered face in a wasted effort to hold it together. The power maul then came up in a sweeping strike, connecting underneath the Kommando Boss' jaw, what remained of his face disappeared into a burst of blood, bone and brain matter that littered the ground around Tyberus as the Kommando Boss toppled into the sand, momentarily causing the Kommandos around him to momentarily slow their charge.

Quickly collecting both his own and Brother Manroth's weapons Tyberus turned to fall back to Jaekal, seeing that his battle brother was entangled with two Kommandos, not much smaller than the lone beast he just felled. "Brother Jaekal, I shall ensure you are undisturbed!" Knowing that Jaekal could defeat the two he fought, he reloaded and wielded his stormbolter in his left hand, Manroth's power sword back in its sheath at his left hip, power maul still crackling and awaiting more bloodshed in his right. The swarm of Kommandos was fully upon them.
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Raskreia's last report over Fourth Company's Vox net brought forth a swarm of Sergeants asking whether Xandrek was still alive before more ambitious Sergeants started arguing who would lead the Fourth in his death. Letting those who have argued over command go on listening to the voices and remembering the names that belong to them in his mind Raskreia breaks into a vicious smile as he opens his vox once again saying, "Well to be perfectly reasonable I'd have to point out that Captain Xandrek is still alive and slaying orks at this very moment. I do imagine however that if any would like to talk to him about becoming Captain I'm sure he would stop and do that."

Relishing the silence that had followed the pronouncement of Xandrek still living Raskreia hears Sergeant Voss' rumbling bass voice, “Tell the Captain that due to mechanical issues our stormbird was unable to launch on time with the rest of the company and that we will be on-route to your location. ETA forty minutes, Think you and the rest of our dear brother’s will last that long ‘Standard Bearer’?” "I do think that would be possible Sergeant. Though why wasn't something like that reported earlier? Trying to make it seem like the tech heads fault? Anyway we might even leave a few for your squad to handle if you hurry Sergeant Voss." Raskreia responded before looking over to Xandrek seeing him too far to simply tell him about Voss with out potentially warning any hidden orks.

Replacing the vox receiver and standing up Raskreia swiftly moves a few feet closer to the Captain before saying, "Sergeant Voss is 40 minutes out and en route here!" the harsh Nostromon syllables cutting over the savage melee. Waiting for Xandrek's orders Raskreia sees six brutish Orks approaching him clearly intent to take the standard as a trophy. This damn banner is always attracting the worst attention and I don't even have Azreal or Xandrek, hell even Veptus, around to help thin the enemies out.
Ramming the base of the banner into the ground Raskreia reloaded his bolt pistol before drawing his axe. Wait a moment Vettal should be around and have an angle of fire to at least half those orks. Opening a vox channel to Vettal Raskreia says, "Hey Vettal I'm hoping you would be kind enough to hose down some greenskins for me before they take the 4th Company Standard away from me. You know, as payment for hauling your wounded ass out of The Revenant." he finishes aiming a the far right ork and bracing himself for the vicious melee that is soon to be upon him.

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Before Jaekal could get a response from Vettal, Xandrek’s voice came in over the vox-link. ““Jaekal, keep those greenskin bastards from flanking us! We are too exposed here and we need to pull back. Keep that flank secure!”

The trukks could wait, Jaekal thought to himself. “Yes sir” was all Jaekal said as he closed the link. Hearing an approaching enemy, Jaekal pivoted on his heel, bringing his Crozius up in a side swipe. The weapon connected with the Orks neck, severing its head and dropping the brute in one fell swoop. Jaekal ran to cover behind a downed part of the Revenant’s wing, taking shots at a group of Orks seeking to flank them. “Tyberus, are you hit?” Jaekal said, moving his head as bolt rounds impacted the wing they were crouched behind.

The forest had been lit ablaze by one of Jaekal’s plasma rounds, and the conflagration had Orks charging from their concealment. Taking aim at the largest one, the Chaplain’s aim was thrown off by a bolt impacting his gauntlet. Lucky shot Jaekal thought, turning to see the source of the round. Spotting two Orks, larger than the rest but still not on the scale of a Warboss, the Night Lord grinned. Leveling his pistol, he blasted the first square in the chest, leaving only the Orks twitching legs after the plasma round consumed the xeno’s torso.

The second crashed into Jaekal, the Ork a good head taller than the Night Lord, even in his armour. It swiped at him with its axe, knocking his pistol loose and hurling it several meters away, well out of reach. Enraged at this, Jaekal gripped his Crozius and brought it down in an overhand swing. The Ork was a better fighter than the rest, as it blocked the attack with the haft of its axe. The chainblade whirred as the two sought to out muscle one another. The Ork’s gnashing jaws centimeters from Jaekal’s face, the Chaplain spat into its eyes, distracting it for a second. This was enough, as Jaekal disengaged from the Ork before bringing his weapon around in a side swipe. The energy weapon crackled as it struck, exploding the Ork’s midsection, halving the brute. Though it was de-legged, it still fought with its arms, struggling to back away from the Chaplain. Jaekal felt a hint of glee as he approached the xeno, kicking its axe away with one foot before stomping its head in with his other.

Scanning the field for his pistol, he saw it near the rubble of the ship. Rushing to grab it, another pack of Orks emerged from cover, charging with axes and bolt guns. Jaekal, having no ranged weapons, charged back, lowering his head under the axe swing of the first Ork, breaking its skull with his pauldron. Grabbing the pistol in one of the other Ork’s grasp, he crushed the rudimentary weapon, before pulling the beast closer and delivering a swift headbutt. Kicking the dazed Ork away, he had two more to deal with, swinging low to break the leg of one before hitting the second with an uppercut with such force that it broke the Ork’s head backwards. Seeing the plasma pistol nearby, the hamstrung Ork made to crawl to it, but Jaekal kicked the weapon away before smashing its head in with his Crozius. Retrieving his pistol, he returned to the Ork he had laid the headbutt to, incinerating it with a point blank plasma shot. Checking for any enemies nearby and finding none, Jaekal voxed Tyberus “Brother, how is the flank holding?”

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I stepped forward to lunge my vibrating Chainsword into an Ork’s chest but even as I lunged an imposing figure stepped in front of me. I reversed the Chainsword and drove it backwards into the stomach of another Ork, knowing exactly who it was who had blocked my aim with his own body.

Xandrek slammed his shield into the Ork’s face, flattening it before stepping forward and using the bladed bottom to slice through its neck. I smiled beneath my helmet at the sheer brutality of his motions. There was no grace to Xandrek’s fighting, no finesse. Only pure bloody-minded brutality and strength. The captain turned his helmetless head to me and nodded before turning back and raising the storm bolter in his left fist and cutting down another Ork charging us. Bolt rounds sliced down other Orks around us and I noted the clean headshots on most of them. Veptus was evidently plying his trade from range.

I backhanded a charging Ork with my left hand so hard that his entire body followed, his feet skidding as his body collapsed and I brought the Chainsword up and back down again in a savage blow that sawed the Greenskin in half. “We cannot get bogged down here Azrael; we need to meet up with the rest of Fourth Company, and the others at the ork fortress. I have no desire to fail our Father in this as he is with the Prince of Crows.”

I glanced towards Xandrek and saw his head tilt upwards. Following his gaze I saw an ornate Stormbird swooping low overhead that belonged to the First Company and I knew exactly what my captain meant. The Night Haunter himself, Konrad Kurze, our Father, was joining the assault.

I had time to speak to Xandrek as we moved around each other, slaying Orks left and right though most of the words spoken were meaningless and those that weren’t were lost in the roars of dying Orks and the booming reports of their weaponry. Those that we did not kill were gunned down by our brothers. Then several Ork transports roared over a nearby hill top. Though Vettal’s autocannon obliterated one of them, the rest kept coming.

“Azrael, get everyone up and ready to move. We are heading to the fortress on foot, and tell Veptus to see to Vettal as his current injury will slow us down and if it’s not seen to then we will leave him behind as a rear-guard.”

I heard Xandrek’s voice as my foot slid on some blood and I went down. As an Ork raised his cleaver to bring it crashing down on my helmet however I turned the slip into a roll that brought me inside his swing and my shoulder into his midriff. My Chainsword swiftly followed, spilling his guts across the ground. Snatching the old bolt pistol out of his hand, and feeling unclean just from doing so, I stood straight and put two bolts into the skull of the nearest Ork and three to the chest of another. I then spun and brought my Chainsword round in a two handed strike, having dropped the pistol, that cut clean through an Ork’s neck and sent the head spinning off.

Running to carry out Xandrek’s orders, I remembered Manroth’s helmet was undamaged and would be perfect for Xandrek.

Sliding to a halt, I took it off his corpse. Turning to the rest of the First Claw I snapped out orders. “Time to move; we’re heading for the fortress on foot. Veptus, check Vettal’s injury.” Moving closer to Vettal I laid a hand on his shoulder. “If you can’t move fast enough brother, Xandrek will leave you behind.” With that, I turned and dashed back to Xandrek. I tossed my captain the helmet and guarded him while he placed it over his head.

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Azrael: You see Xandrek bury his blade into the skull of an ork and slam the helmet onto his head before wrenched his blade out of the ork before it even has time to topple over and you smile slightly as you hear his voice echoing over the vox already growling orders to the other members of First Claw as he looks from you and then motions to the large group of orks, including what appears to be their Warboss, disembarking from several transports that had come from over the hill. “Azrael we are going through that group of orks to get to that ridge as Voss is on his way to pick us up as he was late.” You hear Xandrek growl in annoyance in that there were problems with one of his companies transports. “Kill if you can, maim and cripple as main priority we can not afford to get stuck out here in the open especially now that Jaekal has decided to build us a premature funeral pyre.” How to react to Xandrek’s little joke is up to you but you know the blazing forest will attract attention from curious orks wanting to know who or what is fighting there if they aren’t busy at the fortress.

Moving in step with Xandrek you are joined by Raskreia as the standard bearer charges forward with power axe and banner in hand to join you and the captain as the three of you slam into the large group of orks, at your estimate numbering atleast forty including the Warboss and begin laying about with your weapons with Xandrek simply lashing out with his blade and taking hits on his shield not bothering to look back at the orks he wounds or slays. It appears that the Warboss seems to be trying to work out who of you three he should attack as he see’s that Xandrek is clearly the ‘boss’ of the group, you’re the most able fighter and that Raskreia has a nice looking banner. You may kill up to five more orks and if you so wish take matters into your own hands and engage the Warboss to give the rest of First Claw time to get moving and join in the fight.

Raskreia: While waiting on the reply from Vettal you take aim at the fire right ork and your about to fire before you see Xandrek out of the corner of your eye charging towards the group and slamming his shield into the head of the ork on the far left knocking it onto its back and getting the attention of the rest of the mob allowing you time to easily put a bolt round in the skull of the one on the fire right and the one in the middle before butting a bolt shell into the chest of the second from right. You notice that Xandrek is now wearing Manroth’s helmet and has access back to the vox network as he growls out his orders to the rest of First Claw including you. “Raskreia, contact Voss and tell him that I want the name of the mechanical ape who was supposed to fix that transport. Also relay the orks to track the signal coming from your vox so he always has a fix on our location and that we are moving to find out where these orks came from and better cover. Let’s move Standard Bearer.”

Holstering your bolt pistol after taking a few more shots with it until you have three more bolts left in the clip you pull Fourth Companies standard out from where you had rammed it into the ground and charge forward into the remaining orks fighting Xandrek and lay about with your axe removing limbs and cleaving open chests before following the captain and the rest of the squad towards the large group of orks that have disembarked from the transports that had came from over the top of the ridge and think to yourself that today just keeps getting better and better. As you move with the rest of First Claw you notice that the Warboss seems to be looking from you to Xandrek and then Azrael unsure which of you is the biggest prize. Perhaps you could use this to your advantage and come up with a plan which you can vox to the rest of First Claw or atleast Azrael and Xandrek. Perhaps giving the Captain or Champion the standard will make the Warboss fix his attention on one of them?

Veptus: You see Azrael throw Xandrek the helmet of the now dead Brother Manroth and the captain quickly places it on it head after slamming his shield into an ork knocking it back and then here is voice carry back over the squad vox net-work addressing you and the others: “Veptus my dear Corpse-Master, think you can abandon that little nest of yours that you’ve build for yourself up there for a stroll in this oh so lovely country side?”. You hear Xandrek growl out a laugh along with several members of First Claw before you have time to answer as Xandrek barks out the rest of his orders over the vox. “Sergeant Voss is on route to pick us up, ETA forty minutes. We are too exposed here but these orks most of come from somewhere, prepare to move out we are heading up to that ridge to see where these orks came from.”

You have time to take another shot at the Ork Warboss as the ork transports skid to a halt and unload all of their occupants but given the time restrictions you are unable to aim for his head but you are able to take three head shots at the smaller orks and aim for the bosses injured arm again.

After taking those shots at the orks you have time to jump down from your perch and make your way to Vettal and see how badly his leg is injured and do what you can with it as you know that he will be moving the slowest of First Claw and that if he is slowing the squad down too much then Xandrek and the others will leave him behind which may cause problems given that Vettal’s auto-cannon may be needed for later on in the taking of the ork stronghold and dealing with Orkish vehicles. (I would suggest you work with Romero to see what you can do about his leg before joining the rest of First Claw in getting up to the ridge.)

Jaekal: You ask Tyberus how the flank is holding but you get an answer from Xandrek himself as his voice carries over the vox and you turn to see him wearing Manroth’s helmet so he is able to patch back into First Claws vox network: “Sergeant Voss is on route to pick us up, ETA forty minutes. We are too exposed here but these orks most of come from somewhere, prepare to move out we are heading up to that ridge to see where these orks came from. Jaekal, I have no idea what those trees have done to anger fourth companies ‘esteemed’ chaplain but I doubt they needed incinerating. Recover your pistol and go check on Vettal and Veptus to see if they idiot if going to slow us down while giving the Corpse-Master some covering fire.”

Vox’ing your agreement to the Captain you fire off a couple of shots at the group of orks charging towards Tyberus before jogging around to where Veptus and Vettal are where you should ask Veptus as to how bad Vettal’s injury is and if it will slow the squad down much before you vox the captain who you can see along with Azrael and Raskreia already making their way towards the large group of orks who have now disembarked from their transports and are charging their way towards the three previously mentioned members of First Claw. Once you have conferred with Vettal and Veptus you may either help Vettal get moving and even suggest him giving up his auto-cannon to you as it is obviously going to way him down in exchange for your plasma pistol or you may charge towards the large number of orks and help out Azrael, Xandrek and Raskreia in slaying them. (If you choose the latter then you may kill up to another four orks how you wish.)

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Tyberus: You hear Xandrek’s voice carry back over the vox network and quickly come to the conclusion that he must be wearing Manroth’s helmet as your deceased battle brother no longer has any need of it and the captain does. First of all you hear him address Veptus before dispatching his orders to the rest of First Claw and then turn his attention to ordering you: “Sergeant Voss is on route to pick us up, ETA forty minutes. We are too exposed here but these orks most of come from somewhere, prepare to move out we are heading up to that ridge to see where these orks came from. Tyberus, secure the rear flank and keep those orks pinned down. Bolters only we can not afford to be getting bogged down in a drawn out combat.” You have time to vox your agreement to the Captain before deciding how best to keep the orks back knowing that they will charge at you relentless before deciding to aim for knee caps and shins to slow them down while taking the occasional head shot.

Holstering your power maul to give you better aim with your Stormbolter you begin to back peddle as you make your way back towards the rest of the bulk of First Claw while giving a quick glance in Chaplain Jaekal’s direction to see how well he is dealing with the two orks that were attacking him but decide it best not to fire towards them incase you hit the chaplain so you focus on the seven remaining Kommando’s (that you can see) charging towards you firing shots in your general direction as they attempt to get closer to you and Jaekal.

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