To The Last Man [RP Thread]

Horus sighed as he saw Falkirk and Kagmar running to the battleline. " Okay lads," he said to his men "I want the complete hangar searched for evidence. The commissar may want to kill those barbarians first, but we can not underestimate the forces of chaos.If there is a sorcerer on this planet we must find him quickly. Look for evidence like a plant that does not grow near our position." Horus himself hurried towards the medical camp, seeking to find someone who could find out what had been used in the slaughter on the hangar.

Sandara could hardly restrain herself from running right into the wave of greenskins that was coming towards their lines. She was whirling her blades in anticipation of the coming battle.

Kagmar was Sweating It seemed tat the Orks were in Larger numbers than ever before and they wer nearlyly in range.
Almost, almost NOW!! He drew and fired his laspistol.

As Horus heard yells of fear and pain from the medical quarters he ran even faster. As he entered he spotted the intruder right away: a Bloodletter was raging among the medics! Firing several rounds from his hellpistol and drawing his sword Horus charged at the demon, attempting to distract the servant of Khorne.

Sandra ran forward clearing the little space between her and the orks. After a few seconds her blades were dripping with greenskin blood, as she whirled them in a frenzy.

"Men of Krieg, you will hold this day!" Shots ripped past the Commissar's body, men fell in droves as the Orks made a massive push into the Imperial lines. Fierce hand-to-hand combat was raging in the forward trenches, the men were holding but only just. Mortar teams were doing what they could to pin the enemy down but the Orks were just to many. Auxiliary units came surging forward to provide fire support for those in the trenches, the Commissar could only watch in horror as his men were literally swarmed over by the green filth.

The Kriegsmen standard bearer stood by watching in blank fascination at the battle, the Commissar grunted and lifted his bolt pistol into the air and fired, "We have to reinforce the outer wall! Corporal Kagmar!," He turned to the soldier who looked up, "Assemble a squad of 20 men we're going into that fight!"

"Yes sir, you heard him men form up" shouted Kagmar
"For the Emperor!"

Horus threw his useless hellgun aside and gripped his sword in both hands. But the daemon was untouched by the bullets. It's metabolism had shaken the shots off as if they were mere pebbles. As Horus slashed at the Bloodletter it dodged out of the way repeatedly and when hit it at last the servants flesh just regenerated. Now the hideous beast thrust its own blade towards Horus. he gasped as the hellblade dug into his left arm. He let out a yell of hatred and anger: "FOR THE EMPEROR!!!" with that he seperated the head from the torso and the daemon dissolved leaving only the head.

Sandara laughed hysterically as she did a 360 horizontal slash, cutting several greenskins in half.

Yelling at two soldiers who had been drawn to the medical camp by the noise: "You there get me my men and you get me a chainsword and a bolt pistol, these weapons are useless to me, but make sure they are unused and fully loaded!

Sandara made several leaps into various directions, slicing apart any orks in the radius of three metres.

Kagmar was slashing at the Orks with his power sword, cutting them apart. He had to stop the Orks

His squad and his new weapons reached Horus exactly the same moment. Gripping the bolt pistol and the chainsword Horus ordered his men to follow him with the head. "I'll show the commissar that we have a much greater battle to fight." he muttered under his breath.

Sandara was doing multiple backflips towards the Krieg trenches to catch a breather there.

Commissar Falkirk fired off another round of his bolt pistol, clipping an Ork in the side of the head and nodding as the beast fell in a pool of brain and blood. Chaos and death ensued all around him, the men of Krieg were holding firmly but the Orks were numerous and stubborn, they were not going to retreat anytime soon. He cursed the situation, his heavy bolters were having difficulty firing because the battle was locked in a melee duel, he had to pull the men back somehow without the Orks overunning them.

He flipped his powersword around, slicing into one of the Orks catching the greenskin in the back of the head. He ripped downwards, slicing down to the base of the skull and kicked the Ork off his blade. He heard an explosion rock somewhere behind him but he ignored this, there was a battle going on here and he had to deal with this threat, the Orks were going to overrun them!

"Men of Krieg, we need to pull back to the secondary trenches!" He waved his sword in the air the men responded by beginning the discplined fall back. Firing and running, they hauled themselves with adrenaline rushing back to the second line of defenses. The bolters opened up on the persuing Orks, killing scores with trained fire. Lascannons erupted from fixed positions blasting gaps in the horde while snipers picked off individual targets. So far the defenses were proving themselves capable.

Hestin Falkirk slid into the second trench, firing over the lip at the Orks who were beginning to close the ground. "Let these bastards have it! For Krieg! For the Imperium!" The men fired shot after shot, the Orks falling in droves, clawing and crawling all over each other to try and reach the Krieg line. A few unlucky Guardsmen who had not managed to retreat were torn to pieces but the enraged greenskins, Falkirk felt no emotion, he had seen death on to many levels already.

The Ork advanced had stalled, the superiour firepower was blasting the superiour numbers to pieces, and the Orks began to realise this. They dug into the first trench, regrouping and awaiting more reinforcements before making a push. Of course such tactics were unusual to Orks, and Falkirk felt a strange sensation in his stomach, was it dread, fear? Something wasn't sitting right with him, "Kagmar, can you explain to me what the hell the Orks are doing?" He looked over at the Corporal who seemed dazed, tired, and just as confused as he was, "And where the hell is Horus?" He added, turning around and looking for the Sergeant.

"I don't know sir." said a puzzled Kagmar "Orks never use such tactics, unless... no it must be Chaos Sir they must be helping the orks giving their huge armies tactics"

Horus emerged behind Kagmar "First of all the orks don't accept other tactics other then their own and second we need more guards in the camp if we don't want to be overrun from the inside." With that he dropped the daemons head at the commissars feet. "Aren't you the one who's supposed keep the soldiers in line? The front line is not your place Falkirk. Yours is in camp keeping an eye on possible heresy. Because you did not take threat seriously enough we lost five of our best medics. Maybe we should swap, you a common soldier and me a commissar. How does that sound? Anybody could do this better than you!" Horus was nearly yelling now, anger and pain slowly taking over.

Sandara stared at the the orks with displeasure. Why weren't they attacking anymore?

Hestin Falkirk was taken aback, Daemons in the camp? However, sterness overcame him and he grabbed Horus by the scruff of his coat, "Listen Sergeant," He got control of himself and released the man, "Horus, the Orks are overrunning us from this point, morale is dropping the men are becoming afraid, now I have Chaos at my flank? Horus if you honestly think you can do a better job I will give you my cap now but in the meantime I need a soldier not a damned critic." He lifted his bolt pistol into the air and called out to some nearby soldiers, "I need a squad of 5, follow me." And with that, he made a break back over the trench into the rear base, behind him he could hear the roaring of heavy weapons teams as they doused the Orks in fire.

Five medics had Horus said? He cursed this fight even more now, Chaos at their flanks but how could he have been so blind? Had Fernz truly fallen? He marched back towards the medical centre which was a mess of blood and bullet holes, he nodded to one of the soldiers there who grimly returned a salute. "We need a perimeter set up, this position cannot fall, do you understand?" The soldier nodded and set off assembling his men and forming up defenses measures. Unused crates and cement blocks were shoved in to form crude walls and cover points, tables were flipped over to provide more shields. However, a small gap was created in order to allow the wounded and field medics entrance into the tent city.

"By god, but what will become of this day?" Already he could see a massive green tide marching on the horizon. And then a low roar, faint at first, but it drummed into his ears. By the Emperor, what was coming?

Horus just stared as the commissar as he ran toward ork lines. Then he turned to his men "Alright let's get moving, we need a barricade up as soon as possible. I want them too high for the orks to jump over them okay?" Suddenly Horus had an idea and he walked of to the weaponry to get everything he needed.

The low thundering cotinued farther away down a canyon the Orks were using as a sort of grouping point. It seems that a few of the Ork Biker Boyz were zig zagging across the dreary badland, firing pop shots at the defenders. From his overhead position at the medical tents, Commissar Falkirk inhaled a sharp breath of air. A strange tingling sensation had filled his bones ever since he had taken the defense here, he was still overcome with dread at having to deal with anything that had to do with Chaos. A few soldiers were laughing, smoking, and trying to pass the time and ease the strained tension. Falkirk folded his hands behind his back, his bolt pistol and power sword both in their respective holster and sheath underneath his cloak.

"Commissar," A medical officer approached him, rubbing blood and grime from his heads on a yellow towel, "We need to get some of the wounded inside the complex, they need advanced treatment."

Falkirk nodded, "You three," He called to the men who were passing the time, "Grab your gear and provide an escort for the medical officer here, come on boys, there you are." He nodded and smiled cheekly at the medical officer who nodded his thanks.

Turning his attention back to the front he saw the Ork Bikez fan out in a wide arc and come pounding ahead towards the Imperial Secondary Trenches, they kicked up dirt and thick smog erupted from the engines, crude bolters and autocannons spewed out from odd positions and angles all over the bikes, they roared forward preparing to crash into the Krieg lines.
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The scope adjusted, he had been scanning the trenches and had finally found his target. He could hear the whirring of Ork bikes and smiled, the damn greenskins weren't so useless after all it seemed, the noise would mask his fire. The Imperial Sergeant whom he had failed to kill was trying to set up defensive positions, he pulled the trigger and fired as the crosshair came over his head. He cursed violently, another soldier had just stepped behind the Sergeant and taken the bullet in the back of the head, he dropped and thudded onto the ground.

The figure lay still and prone, not daring to move, or even breathe.

In the weaponry Horus looked frantically for what he needed. At last he found it: a bunch flamethrowers. He smiled "If they're keeping their heads low we'll show them that that doesn't help much when fighting specific weapons." Calling to some men nearby he ordered them to take the flamethrowers and give them to qualified soldiers who were supposed to meet him at the newly erected defensive wall. He himself made for the commissar, to tell him of his plan (and to his great shame to say sorry).

Sandara looked boredly at the ork lines. This was no fun.

The Commissar watched the Ork Bikez zoom towards the Imperial lines, they suddenly split as fire was concentrated on them, a few of the bikes erupted in an inferno of fire but some managed to get back out of range and towards their own lines. Falkirk cocked an eyebrow, what was the meaning here? He held a long telescope like object in his hands, staring through the object and trying to make sense of the Ork movements. They seemed to be gathering at certain points, and then running off and scattering in all directions, assembling once more in set positions. Confused he lowered the scope, what in the Emperor's name was going on?

He looked up and saw Sergeant Horus making his way, almost reluctently towards him. He folded his hands behind his back and stared towards him, "Sergeant Horus, a pleasant surprise."

Kagmar was perplexed Why would the Orks wait like that it was completely out of character. Suddenly he looked up and saw an Ork with a Jump Pack He coldy lifted his laspistol and shot the disgusting creature.

"Commissar I have an idea: their cover will be useless against flamethrowers. If we get some of the men assembled behind me in range we may deal devastating damage to the greenskins." then Horus muttered an apology so quiet that only Falkirk could hear it. After that was done Horus went for the trenches leaving the men with the flamethrowers with the commissar.

Sandara was watching the orks with increasing annoyance.

Falkirk couldn't help but smile, the man was proud, Horus, but he was a faithful soldier of the Emperor nonetheless. He pondered his scheme for a moment, it would be risky, running across open ground towards the Orks almost sounded suicidial, but with presses on what could possibly be two fronts, he had no choice but to risk it all. "Gentlemen, assemble now on me, we're going for a bit of a jog." The troops laughed nervously, he raised his bolt pistol and turned towards one of the NCO's, "Stay behind and keep this place under control until I return." The soldier saluted and began issuing new orders for a defensive stance.

The flamer troops followed Commissar Falkirk down into the trenches, he turned towards Corporal Kagmar and Sergeant Horus, "I hope you two will be coming with us, I'll need all the guns I can get." The Imperial soldiers assembled around the lip of the trench wall, waiting for the order to charge.

The Orks still were moving in odd formations, creating rings and squares, for no explained reason the Orks seemed to be almost hesistant about an assault.