Campaign II: Magral Primaris - First TurnSergeant Grygur UrugurThe ramp comes down with a splash into the stagnant pool of water below the pipeline, propelling Sergeant Urugur and his squad out onto the broken factory yard. The water, mixed with a thousand toxics from the innards of the forge-complex, goes straight through his boots and clamps around his feet. He pulls himself up and onwards, the nonstop roar of the Hellhound's Heavy Bolter deafening out all other sounds. His men rush past on both sides, leading the charge up the wide entranceway to the yard. Other squads, in battered transports of their own, follow suit, spilling out into the fray. Grygur spots men in the colours of the Magralian 808th already in the yard, firing at an unseen target.
[5] The doors to the factory lie wide open at his right, and already Sergeant Mopat's squad is moving in. Grygur has no real idea of the situation, but the broken clatter of the Orkish guns tell him they have no shortage of targets.
At the right side of the entrancewaySergeant Grygur UrugurHP: 45/45
Equipment: Lasgun
[6/6], Laspistol
[3/3], Chainsword
Known Perks: DisciplinedFaction: Imperial Guard
6 Guardsmen at 25/25 HP with Lasguns [6/6] and Combat Knives,
moving towards the factory inner yard.
Disciplined1 Guardsman at 25/25 HP with Longlas [6/6] and Combat Knife,
moving towards the factory inner yard.
Disciplined1 Hellhound at HP 650/650 with Inferno Cannon
[3/3] and Heavy Bolter
[8/8],
before the entranceway.
Sunspear Squad1 Guardsman at 25/25 HP with Plasma Cannon [3/3] and Combat Knife,
standing in front of the Hellhound.
Disciplined2 Guardsmen at 25/25 HP with Lasguns [6/6] and Combat Knives,
standing in front of the Hellhound.
Disciplined---
Sergeant Micelus AbbarA lucky shot from an Ork kannon spirals through the air, a misshapen chunk of scrap metal propelled by crude alien technology, and slams through the Valkyrie's cockpit, taking the controls and the pilot with it.
Down on the rubble-strewn wasteland that is the hive after the ravages of the Orks, Sergeant Abbar stands staring in morbid fascination until a shout from one of his subordinates snaps him back to reality and sends him scrambling for cover. He crashes head-first onto a pile of shattered concrete and a wave of heat washes over him. He lays there for a few moments, breathing in the rising dust, his eyes watering and light debris hammering his back. Grasping around for his lasgun, Abbar turns around on the ground and finally sees that the Valkyrie has come down into a half-collapsed building and spilled it over to the street, effectively blocking him from his squad - if they survived at all.
[5] He stands up, eyes ringing, and activates his voxbead. The voice of one of his troopers, Mallon, buzzes into hearing immediately.
'Sarge? Sarge? Please respond. Earhan's down, and the brutes are going crazy. Are you there?'
He's standing on a narrow street lined with prefab-grey hab blocks, broken down and scattered around by months of Ork savagery and back-and-forth combat. The burning hulk of the Valkyrie juts out from a building up ahead, and an avalanche of rubble has cut him off from the generator house he was supposed to be at. The sounds of war - Ork and Imperial guns, explosions, shouting and screaming, the jets of aircraft and roar of engines - come from all around, but he can still hear the frenzied shouting of his Ogryn squad from behind the rubble. Side alleys snake through the city to all directions from the main street.
The Chimera isn't available - it couldn't participate in the airborne assault that began this battle for obvious reasons.
Standing in the middle of the lower part of the streetSergeant Micelus AbbarHP: 25/25
Equipment: Lasgun
[4/6], Laspistol
[3/3], Chainsword
Known Perks: DisciplinedFaction: Imperial Guard
5 Guardsmen at 25/25 HP with Lasguns [6/6] and Combat Knives,
somewhere beyond the rubble barrier.
Disciplined.
1 Guardsman at 25/25 HP with Melta Gun [1/1] and Combat Knife,
somewhere beyond the rubble barrier.
Disciplined.
Ken's Fists Squad4 Ogryns at 80/80 HP with Ripper Guns [4/4],
somewhere beyond the rubble barrier.
Subhuman Brute---
Markon Joanos'Get us out of here! Get us out or we're dead!'
Another Ork shell slams into the wall of the hab-complex housing the basements of Hunolt Spire beside Markon Joanos' tank, showering the infantry valiantly making their way up the street alongside them in debris. Many are cut down outright, skulls and ribcages caving in, while others only gain a broken foot or two. The Big Shootas finish the job, painting the street in a dirty red. More infantry pushes on from behind regardless, pushed on by the mad Commissar on Markon's second tank, the
Emperor's Wrath. He's screaming devotional hymns through the vox, drowning out any attempt to issue orders.
The barricade stretches all the way across the wide boulevard that is Hunolt Street, and is crawling with greenskins. The advance is already faltering - Markon cannot allow it to break here.
Facing an Ork barricade on Hunolt StreetDestructum PeccansHP: 1140/1400
Equipment: Battle Cannon
[0/1], Heavy Bolter
[8/8], Heavy Bolter
[8/8], Heavy Bolter
[8/8]Known Perks: Lumbering BehemothFaction: Imperial Guard
1 Leman Russ Punisher at 1400/1400 HP with Punisher Gatling Cannon
[10/14], Heavy Flamer
[10/10],
behind the Destructum on the street.
Lumbering Behemoth---
Sergeant Maurice Cromstorm, Sergeant Thomas Lamus and Commissar TiruinCommissar Ronan Tiruin smiles as he floods the platoon's vox with the Emperor's Word and watches the brave men of the Imperial Guard charge the Emperor's enemies, the foul greenskins at the end of the street. He's surveying the assault from within a Leman Russ called the Emperor's Wrath, a noble battle tank with a noble crew. He's bursting with pride at these men.
Sergeant Maurice Cromstorm of the Black Corvidae, however, isn't so happy. He's following the stream of Guardsmen towards certain doom at the end of the street, with no escape in sight. Sergeant Thomas Lamus shares these feelings from the other side of the street to him. The doors to the hab-complex Hunolt Spire juts out from are up ahead and wide open, but their mad Commissar is known to be extremely trigger-happy and seems to be deadset on having them charge directly into the Ork guns.
On the right side of the street, beside the Emperor's WrathSergeant Maurice CromstormHP: 25/25
Equipment: Lasgun
[6/6], Laspistol
[3/3], Chainsword
Known Perks: DisciplinedFaction: Imperial Guard
6 Guardsmen at 25/25 HP with Lasguns [6/6] and Combat Knives,
on the right side of the street, beside the Emperor's Wrath.
Disciplined.
1 Guardsman at 25/25 HP with Plasma Gun [6/6] and Combat Knife,
on the right side of the street, beside the Emperor's Wrath.
Disciplined.
1 Devil Dog at 650/650 HP with Melta Cannon
[1/1], Heavy Flamer
[10/10][/spoiler]
On the left side of the street, beside the Emperor's WrathSergeant Thomas LamusHP: 25/25
Equipment: Lasgun
[6/6], Laspistol
[3/3], Chainsword
Known Perks: DisciplinedFaction: Imperial Guard
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Blue Wardens Squad6 Guardsmen at 25/25 HP with Lasguns [6/6] and Combat Knives,
on the left side of the street, beside the Emperor's Wrath.
Disciplined.
1 Guardsman at 25/25 HP with Plasma Gun [6/6] and Combat Knife,
on the right side of the street, beside the Emperor's Wrath.
Disciplined.
1 Chimera at 500/500 HP with Heavy Bolter
[8/8], Heavy Bolter
[8/8]Inside the Emperor's WrathCommissar Ronan TiruinHP: 25/25
Equipment: Laspistol
[3/3], Chainsword
Known Perks: Disciplined,
FanaticFaction: Imperial Guard
'...damnit, Selop, that's now how you hold a blowtorch! Give me that!'
The afternoon has drawn long with the crew of the
Iron Cobra stuck behind the frontline with an immobilized tank and a frustrated commander. Laric paces back and forth on the edge of the abandoned street, listening to the sounds of battle reverberating throughout the city. He continues his favorite pastime, kicking pieces of scrap metal and rocks, while his crewmen attempt to patch up the Leman Russ.
[4] There's a crash from the nearest building and he spirals around, laspistol at hand. Laric spends the following minute staring at the window, waiting for an Ork horde to show itself, but nothing happens. He starts putting the pistol back in its holster, but hesitates. If it is an enemy, he can't risk not investigating. Even if it isn't, it would still be something to distract them from not being able to fight.
At the edge of the street, pacing back and forthLaricHP: 15/15
Equipment: Laspistol
[3/3], Combat Knife
Known Perks: None
Faction: Imperial Guard
6 Crewmen at 15/15 HP,
working on the tank.
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Messy, broken spoilers, etc etc. might be found inside, I dunno.
I'm going to be pretty brutal to cut down the number of players, so.
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