Faction Ork Hunt- Baal, Hivus Primarus

[Daes'yn]

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Operative sin watched as the Imperials press the assault. The guard and the Marines were taking casualties more orks met the same fate. The weirdboyz bounced from place to place casting their powers and ruining the day of anyone nearby, but even they were falling.
Rhe largest of them, Sin's target, seemed to be sacrificing them perhaps this please whichever foul god, Gork or Mork, he saw fit. Every casualty the weirdboy band took he seemingly grew stronger. The green eyes of madness darkening and deepening over time. She needed to take him down before he grew too strong to defeat.

Sin watched his coalescence upon a bluff and watched him began to concentrate on some powerful spell. Range the target 1300 metres elevation 71 metres… "gotcha" Her gun spoke, the holy shell left her rifle at high speed traveling through the air toward its target. All around the weirdboy was a bubble of psychic energy which so far had shrugged off everything the imperials could follow throw at it but this round was special, this round was gifted from the emperor himself, and it would penetrate. The round began glow as the Imperial dust ablated from its surface, fighting against the powers of the ork gods. A tunnel carved like a bullet through psychic mollases. The weird boy knew his fate the moment before it happened, his eyes went black and there was an explosion of gore and ripple in the warp as his whole psyche disintegrated.

All of the other weirdboyz in the vicinity screamed as the backlash from their master fed through to them and ripped their own powers away into the warp with them. They would now be sitting ducks for the Imperial to take them apart.

"Operative sin reporting HVT eliminated, returning to overwatch protocol"

 

[WAAAAAAAGH!!!!]

GORROL "SHARKTOOF"
WARBOSS OF "DA KRUDE BOIZ"

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Approaching the Badlands, North of Hivus Primaris,
Baal System, Segmentum Ultima (Age of Silence)

'Wots dis den?!'
'Dunno! Dun like it, doe!'
'Wot?! GO SMASH SUMMINK DEN!!!!'
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From the moment their roving WAAAAGH made landfall on the surface, they knew that this would be a difficult mission, and for all they had heard of the growing tribe in Baal's badlands, it was already appearing as though Sharktoof's need for more warriors was becoming more trouble than it was worth. Even Gorrol himself was beginning to think the same, but he was sure that Baal would be home to Orks of a particular, beneficial sort, feeling in his gut that Gork and Mork had flicked their heads good and proper. This could not be ignored, even if only a fleetingly-short moment had passed in his galvanisation, and for as long as his arms had strength enough to tear foes apart, Sharktoof would strive against the odds to find the Baal-dwellers once and for all.

Standing on ground that many Orks still considered dangerous, even in the eras following those of Humanity's greatest internal strife, even after the Blood Angels were reduced to numbers much lower than before, it was all quite enough to consider this growing tribe to be perfect additions to DA KRUDE WAAAAGH. Thus the great Gorrol could not help but feel obligated to follow his gut, just as the greatest Orks had in centuries, millennia passed, owing it all to the warriors who had gotten Sharktoof this far; and with humans recording almost fifty years of war on everything under Gorrol's belt, there was but one goal that persisted by then, simple though it was.

To continue giving their enemies a headache, and for as long as Gork and Mork permitted.​

'Mord! Grab deh runnaz, bring 'em all 'ere, roit 'ere!'
'Dey joinin' da Krude Boiz?'

'Nah!', Gorrol shot back, but then he began to chortle, letting his subordinate see the smaller teeth in his jagged, knife-like collection, letting show the fact he had other intentions for the fastest of fleeing tribal Orks. But then, the malice would fall short for a relaxed demeanour, slouching on a jutting boulder as he continued,'Gorrol gunna put deh shaky legs tuh work, dey gunna foind us sum Krude Boiz. We bring 'em all 'ere, we - big mob, big smash!', giving way to the great, roaring approval of his closest subordinates. Sharktoof was aware of nagging reminders from all of them, and all pertaining to their need for more warboys, for more crude-oil ceremonies that tied Orks of every breed to join the ranks of DA KRUDE, and all given reason to believe another ceremony was just hours away.

Warriors, Boys with potential to become Spanners, Painboys and Weirdboys alike, and those of higher status beyond that, and this was carefully considered for the fact his WAAAAGH needed strength more than anything. But for the time-being, all they could do was persist in their own mobilisation on Baal's surface, looking for openings to exploit from the nearest mountain overlook, peering over the situation whilst hands were still reaching for tools and weapons directly below. It was then that Gorrol turned to make his reassertion, glaring each and every Boss in the eye before he finally growled,'Moar, duh mob on Bork wan' moar! Moar'n Boys, moar'n Nobs - dey need MOAR!!!!', a statement that silenced the whole room.

'Dey - need - MOOOAAAARRRR!!!!'

 

[Lucius]

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The push continued with thundering superhumans on either side, charging into side trenches as the bulk of the platoon pushed into the last set of trench bays within the immediate perimeter of the entrance. A large set of double hinged metal doors being welded shut as the Guard got in sight of them. Ork and human died horrifically in the ensuing melee as the routed Ork defenders found themselves pressed between their pursuers and the unrelenting steel. Lazguns and bayonets flashed as Orks tossed some of them and axed others. The ground beneath the fray quickly grew thick with blood from both, creating a slick sheen or red that mixed into a soft clay like material with the sand below.

Lucius found himself assuming the role of the now deceased Lieutenant, pointing and shouting over the screams and gunfire as his fellows moved, maintaining battle order in spite of the heavy casualties and initial shock of the trench rush. He focused his lazgun on a large warrior who's axe had carved through the shoulder and into the chest of one of the Guard, firing into the orks pelvic region beneath their armor. A few other of the line followed suit and the creature quickly fell in pain before being stabbed by the passing Guardsmen as they continued to press the enemy. Grenades flew into the dugouts facing the wastes as the boxing in was completed. The screams of humans and ork filled the bay as the shock troops finished off the wounded. Lucius plunged his trench knife into the neck of a warrior that threw themselves at him, pinning his lazgun between them and the soldier to the trench wall behind him. A flood of red splashed across his face as life left the xeno's eyes.

There would be no survivors.

 

[Aurellia Roth]

The Imperial Forces continued the inexorable push into the greenskin lines, grinding away at the enemy in brutal melee that saw hundreds dying every minute. But the Orks were losing ground. Costly as the foray was already, Aurellia could see the Baal Auxiliary had been spoiling for a fight, too much peace was not good for the human warriors of the Regency-World. Not unlike their opposition in that regard.

The stimulants running through her veins kept her moving without issue, but the burns on her neck and shoulder were still noticeable. The pain of her armor rubbing against the psychic attack's scarring her body radiated through her left side, like a dull throb each time she took a step. "Tighten up." The Vox-Operator called to the remaining soldiers of the 181st, bringing them ready to enter the underground portion of the greenskin fortifications.

Grom, the Ogryn grunted, slamming another drum of shells into the oversized shotgun and mumbling something about how he wished he had a backpack ammo supply for it instead of carrying the big, heavy slab shield. Aurellia paid him no mind, though she kept closer to his bulky frame than before, looking to make use of the ogryn bodyguard after expending so much energy diffusing the psychic barrage the weirdboyz had unleashed at her squad.

The sound of shelling and the crack of lasguns resounded ahead of the group as they fell in beside a redoubt where the auspex said there was a tunnel on the other side heading in the direction they needed to go. "Place charges." the demolitions specialist instructed, pointing to the exact locations he wanted his charges placed before he detonated a small hole through the permacrete and metal wall in the structure, forcing entry into what appeared to be a greenskin messhall the foul creatures had upended in the wake of the oncoming assault. A dozen of the green monsters were suddenly caught unawares, disoriented from the explosion. The guard fell into good order, keeping position at the breech and pouring fire inside using the Ogryn Ripper gun and the Hotshot Las-Volley to do most of the work dispatching the group of orks.

"Move." Aurellia commanded, stepping over the corpses of the orks, putting an additional autoslug through each skull she passed over just to be safe. She had seen orks bisected in half recover enough to survive in the trenches on Kulth, so she was cautious as the little group moved behind enemy lines.

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[Marcus Varro]

Carving a path towards the heart of the Ork defenses, Brother-Sergeant Varro ordered his squad to halt as they came upon yet another blastdoor set into the very earth upon which they tread. 'Brother-Sergeant Varro to Command, we have reached Objective Tertius. Augur scans confirmed. Xenos tunnels located in this sector. Breaching now.' The vox sizzled as he waved Brother Gilead to the fore. 'The welds are crude,' he observed, 'the supports cobbled together. A krak grenade would be enough to open it.'

Examining the door, Gilead nodded, reaching the same conclusion in a matter of miliseconds.

'Agreed,' he said, plucking a grenade from his belt. He primed it. 'Would you like the honour, Brother-Sergeant?' Varro smiled behind his battlevisor. 'No, friend. I know how much you enjoy blowing things up. It would be rude of me to deny you this opportunity.' Turning, the sergeant strode back down the trenchline, herding the troopers he met along the way into cover. 'Prepare to advance,' his voice cut through the din like a chainblade through butter. 'Flamers up! Advance by squad! Wounded to the rear!' PDF and Auxillia troopers hastened to their positions, reloading lasguns, and clearing the gore from fixed bayonets with careful hands.

There was a percussive thump as the krak grenade detonated. Varro felt the ground shake beneath his boots as a wall of dust blew past them. 'With me now, Little Brother,' he said, glancing down at the trooper stood in his shadow.

Bolter raised, Varro stormed the breach alongside Brother Lucaeus, flame troopers hurrying to keep up as something stirred ahead of them.

Despite the blast, the tunnel beyond the door remained standing, the hairline fissures he saw in the rockcrete decorative at best. Torn bodies lay scattered beyond. No doubt the Greenskins had hoped to make a stand here. A guttural, pain-ridden growl filtered through the swirling gloom. Shadows took shape. A sudden gout of flame washed them away. The growls turned to screams, then fell silent.

The Lamenters advanced wordlessly, bolters speaking, silencing those Orks too stubborn to stay down. Auto-senses fed him targets, tac-map updating in realtime as the pieces shifted, like a game of Regicide writ large.

They reached the "mess" shortly after Inquisition forces had finished clearing it. Hooks weighted with unidentifiable meat dangled from the ceiling on chains. Varro heard a trooper behind him vomit. 'Filthy vermin,' said Lucaeus, his words meant from the Orks rather than the trooper bringing up his breakfast. 'It appears as if they've already settled in here. Blessed Baal! This is sacrilege!'

'Calm yourself, Lucaeus,' replied Varro, securing his bolter and sweeping off his helmet as he approached the Inquisitor in their midst. Servos whined as he saluted. Fist to primary heart. 'Inquisitor. Brother-Sergeant Varro, of Squad Arcas, Lamenters Third Battle Company,' he introduced himself, making a quick evaluation. 'Fierce fighting, so far,' he nodded, not unkindly.

'How fare your forces?'

 

[Lucius]

As the other Guard unit with the Inquisitor placed charges on the doors leading into the expansive network of tunnels beneath them, the 8th reorganized themselves after the melee, switching out wounded for fresh troopers, some from other Regiments that had stalled along the trenchline in a similar fashion. Less than they'd showed up with but with the others more than enough to continue. The medics worked furiously, dragging the wounded back as the able formed a new line outside the blast radius of the now planted charges.

Lucius took the brief respite to breath deeply, his heart and muscles burning at the extended fighting and rush of adrenaline that still surged through his bloodstream. The battle hadn't been going long, but it'd already been taxing. They collectively checked themselves for injuries and checked their weapons for issues, cleaning gore from the weapon's actions or applying first aid as needed. In the 8th, you weren't wounded in a battle like this till you physically couldn't fight.

The metal doors blew inward and the inquisitor and their cohort poured in, taking the bulk of initial fire from the orks behind it as the assault began again. Lucius motioned the platoon forward and they filled in behind them, focusing on the right side of the large mess hall and chucking grenades behind preset barricades. Lasers flashed across the darkened space as the Orks fired from behind cover, creating a deadly crossfire between. Shrapnel flew across the room as the grenades exploded, throwing both Ork and material into the air in a brilliant fireball. The survivors were gunned down unceremoniously.

They secured the flank beyond and formed a defensive line as further friendlies poured through the breach.


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[Lucius]

From the mess hall the 8th pushed upward and towards the sections of auto and crew set guns firing from various outcroppings along the fort's walls that overlooked the battlefield. They'd go up before going into the depths, neutralizing the green skins artillery and support that was raining down on those still outside. The ancient stones bore the scars of long forgotten battles, fought by equally forgotten men spurred on by their faith and duty. Same as the ones shedding blood with the xenos. Lucius's subconcious processed these details as they moved up the stairwell, creating a sense of unease in his belly as they pushed upward and into the next level above, which opened up into a long, tall hallway. Teeming with Orks.

Lucius shouted the men into line as they fired into the mass of green flesh ahead, many crouched over autoguns or laz cannons firing down on the Imperial Guard below. The 8th's lazguns flared in an almost endless stream as a few more grenades flew into the orks, most of who died at their posts.