[center][h3]Collab between [@agentmanatee] and [@Bright_Ops][/h3][/center]

The Guardsman who had knocked Ninke over had proceeded to put a las shot into a diminuitive greenskin that had apparently been behind her. As he rolled off and stood offering her his hand, [color=00a651][i]"Are you alright?"[/i][/color], Ninke saw he was no Hirisit, his fatigues were a combination of Green and Grey with much lighter flak armor on top, but she took his hand nonetheless, made it easier to get up, [color=f49ac2]"Eh, ja, ja... I am fine."[/color], she smiled lightly, before turning back to where the rest of her regiment who were... surrounded by orks, 
[color=f49ac2]"We need to help them! The Orks are killing them come!"[/color], she tugged on his arm as she moved, hoping he understood her through the accent.

Belgond blinked a little as the woman grabbed his arm, turning his attention towards the Orks that we currently lost in their twisted bloodlust. A steel entered his eyes as the blood in his veins started to boil once more. as he opened his mouth to verbalise his agreement with this plan, he felt the ground beneath his feet start to shake. Looking towards the source of the shaking, only to feel his jaw drop a little as what could only be a ramshackled abomination of metal appeared and started to march towards the encircled slaughter. 

Belgond's mind was rather blank as he looked at what was clearly some kind of orkish killing machine. "[color=00a651]...We need to take that thing out.[/color]

Ninke saw the fourteen foot metal beast as well, one arm a great pair of shears and the other some sort of high caliber machinegun from the looks of it. It was wading into the slaughter of her regiment, and the hate boiled over as she watched it start to lay into the Hirisit, cutting anyone to close down. As Belgond spoke she realized she had no idea HOW they could take it down... as far as she could tell he didn't have anything to combat armor and neither did she, but maybe as it was he who said it he had an idea. She turned back to him squeezing his arm as an outlet for her anger and rising fear, [color=f49ac2]"How? What do we do? Do you hauve an idea? Please!"[/color], that beast would spell doom for the Hirisit and his regiment if it wasn't taken out, and Ninke couldn't think of any way to stop it.

As his arm was squeezed, two conflicting thoughts entered his head. The first was that taking down an orkish war machine that was twelve feet tall and powered by a desire to murder was a tall order; Even more so because he didn't have anti-armour. The other was that a very beautiful woman was squeezing his arm and asking him for help.

Looking at the ramshackled nature of the machine, Belgond took a deep breath before an idea came to him. "[color=00a651]... If we can jam a grenade inside of that thing, if it doesn't take out the machine itself, I doubt that the pilot would survive.[/color] 

Ninke's eyes flashed, the idea was... incredibly dangerous, but it could work. She nodded at him, [color=f49ac2]"Ok, that can work! We... we can kill it! Come, let us do it!"[/color], again she pulled on his arm, though she would let go once she got running, and now it was at the Kan. The Orks seemed to give the machine a wider berth, seemingly afraid the raging machine may kill them on accident, and the metal beast had broken out of the line, cutting down a few Hirisit who had broken out of the ring of orks... they had almost gotten away.

With the Hirisit it had been pursuing dead, the ramshakle walker had turned  to fire with its high caliber gun, pouring lead into the trapped Hirisit, but its back was now to the two Guardsman rushing it from outside of the ring. Its jagged outer shell had plenty of handholds, and Ninke hopped on the metal beast, climbing up the monstrosiy. It was difficult with her vox, but as it was short for a walker shereached its exhaust vents quickly, pulling her second and last flag from her belt. The big, smoke belching cylinder was more than wide enough, so she pulled the pin out with her teeth, and dropped it in. She didn't bother climbing down, dropping the ten feet and landing hard, she fell over but got back up, scrambling to get as far as possible. She got about 20 feet away before she dove to the ground, covering her ears... she hoped that the man responsible for the idea wasn't far behind, be a shame for him to die before she even knew his name.

Belgond's heart pounded in his chest as he took off after the so far nameless woman, keeping his breathing steady as they vaulted over broken turf and bodies. He had to give credit where it was due, the woman was fit; Even with a head start, the fact that she was able to beat him to the machine first while carrying a Vox unit was impressive to say the least. While she climbed up the machine's 'back', Belgond kept his attention somewhat lower, searching for a part of it's body that was weaker then the others.

One was quickly found; The ramshackle nature of the beast provided a weak spot around where the leg joints connected to the main body. Aiming his lasgun towards it, he pushed the power of the shot to as high as it would go before firing it. At range it would have done jack shit, but point blank into weak metal, it managed to make a hole in the body of the metal beast. One big enough for a flag to be put inside of it. 

Shoving Imperial wrath into the orkish machine, Belgond's arm got stuck in it for a moment of pure terror. Tugging his arm violently to free himself he managed to pull it free with only a minor gash before he took to his heels and started running after the woman he was with. Knowing that he wouldn't cover the same distance as her, leaping to the ground to duck for cover at fifteen feet and hoping that the Emperor was watching out for him.

While they wouldn't see it, both Imperial guardsmen would hear three blasts. The first one sounded like a firecracker inside of a metal drum one louder and the flag that Belgond placed inside the Kan went off, causing the heretical thing to slump. The second came from around the back, the exhaust pipes rupturing as the second flag exploded within them. The third took a little longer to happen, but without the ability to vent exhaust properly, the machine's engine started to overheat and set the fire on fire. The explosion of the Kan rained burning fuel and molten metal around the area, hiting unfortunate Orks and guardsmen alike; But the Kan itself was no more then a memory.

She heard it, three explosions, all of increasing volume, until the last one shattered the air. She felt the heat from the dying walker, hearing orks and men screaming, in anger... in fear... in pain... for a moment her ears rung quietly from the concussion, before the sounds became clear again. She pushed herself up with her hands, twisting to see what was left of the Greenskin monstrosity. It's legs still stood, as well as its front lower half, but the volatile fuel in the engine had incinerated metal and the beast inside, she saw shrapnel all around her, flaming metal embedded in the ground, and in orks... and Hirisit Guardsman. Ninke gulped at that... but it had to be done and collateral damage was to be expected. She checked the Vox caster for damage quickly, and finding nothing Ninke pushed herself to her feet and glanced around for the other guardsman, the man who had had the idea in the first place, and found him less than five feet away, in a similar position to her. Ninke rushed over to him, a short dash, and kneeled next to him, pointing at the wreck of the orkoid walker, [color=f49ac2]"Look! You wair right! We killed it, aund now the greenskins are starting to break!"[/color], it appeared she was right, as after the explosion of the kan the Orks seemed to be falling back.

If he was being honest with himself, Belgond hadn't expected to survive the blast; That delay might have been brief but as far as explosives went, that delay could easily be fatal. he could feel the heat was over him and was just waiting for either the flames or burning wreckage to end it all. He didn't pray to the Emperor; Either he was going to watch out for him or his attention was elsewhere, praying to him wasn't going to change it.

And then an angel helped him up. If there was ever proof that the Emperor was keeping an eye his way, this was it.

Getting to his feet and watching as the Orks started to break with the destruction of their war machine. It brought a smile to his face. The smile only grew as lasgun rounds started to fire on the fleeing xeno filth that was not coming from the besiged regiment; The Tushienia Lizards had finally arrived! "[color=00a651]My name if Belgond, it's nice to meet you Ms. Now shall we go ork killing? Emporer knows the lazy cunts won't kill themselves.[/color]

Ninke couldn't stop smiling, as the orks fell back and the Regiment Belgond was a part of rushed through the breach to reinforce them... but her smile faded as she realised she couldn't see Boers, or any of her squad for that matter. She was broken from this by her most recent comrade, who introduced himself as Belgond, Ninke responded in kind, [color=f49ac2]"I am Ninke Ingran, it is good to meet you,  and I thank the Emperor for sending you to me, or else... they could all be dead..."[/color], she smiled lightly at him as she watched the Hirisit who could regroup with the new Guardsman and those that could not attempt to move out of the way. She grinned at him regarding the killing of Orks, [color=f49ac2]"Yes, they won't will they!... I will ehm... stick with you, where is your squad?"[/color]

Belgond actually blushed a little at the praise he was receiving; He hadn't been planning on making a good impression with a beautiful woman today, but then again he hadn't been planning on shoving his arm into an orkish war machine to drop a flag inside of it of it either. Sometimes you had to play it by ear. "[color=00a651]I couldn't just stand there and let all your friends be slaughtered, could I Ninke?[/color]"

Her question about his squad was actually a very good one. Looking around at the squads of Lizards around him and not spotting his own, he waved down a guy that he recognised from training to ask "[color=00a651]Hey, where's squad Delta Three?[/color]"

"[color=f26522]In with the other push most likely; Some tank company charged in to far, to fast and got their dumb asses cut off so orders are to see if we can save any of them. Stick with us for now and we'll join up with them later.[/color]"

The matter settled, Belgond turned to Ninke and offered her a somewhat shy smile. "[color=00a651]Looks like we'll be working together for a while then...[/color]" Any future attempt at conversation was cut off as orders were shouted from officers. This was still a war zone after all and they still needed to secure the breach for the second wave come in and while the Orks had broken for now, the dumb brutes might attempt a counter attack. 

It was time to dig in.