No sooner had Talvyrn's attempt at contact his brother was there a loud, crackling static that made him wince as it slammed into his ears. "Ey boss! Lookie lookie! I got dis to werk! Itsa workin' boos- GERRKK!" an excited gretchen screeched into the Primarch's ears before being presumably choked with presumably an ork who took his place. "'O roight 'umie," the new Ork spoke in a deep, brutal gurgle but with an added almost calm tone, sounding more like a commander who had just suffered a stupid defeat rather than an enraged ork that Talvyrn expected, "So ye just krumpp'd un me best nobz. Aggrox wuz un o' me best mates, weeve non 'each otha since we were just lil' boyz." "A noted observation," the Primarch growled with a grin right back at the foul greenskin, "Tell his mother that I doth sendeth thy regards. Fear naught, I gave him a jolly good fight, you damnable monster." "Dats gud... dats gud..." the ork again remained strangely calm, it reminded Talvyrn of a certain baron whose eluded capture and defeat many times over back on Bravadis, "Atleast ye 'umie made me mate 'appy. But ye see... I lioke me boyz and Gutta Gorehakka don't lioke it when a puny 'umie krumpz un 'is best matez." "So Gutta Gorehakka is your abominable name." Talvyrn whipped out a quick headshot on a sneaky ork boy who tried to sideline him, "I'm afraid you'll have to become acquainted with such loss for many more of your fowl friends will be joining your "mate" Gorehakka." Despite everything, Talvryn actually enjoyed pretending to entertain this ork in something of a conversation, this "Gorehakka" fellow was quite the depature from the rest of his race. If his ork kowledge was correct, the Primarch guessed that he was from the Death Skulls clan or "Deff Skullz" as they'd call it. Probably some form of powerful nob or the likes too, not large enough to command the waagghh but enough to command a respectable mob of orks. The ork scuffed and laughed like a pig, "De only un's o gonna get killed ooday itz ou 'umie! 'N all yer boys! Hit dat big ol' shinny button boyz! We gonna into a propa waagghhh wid des gitz! Show 'em da powa o' da "Stormnob"!" The message was followed by a deafening WAAGGHHH right into Talvyrn's ears as the name "Stormnob" made several unfavorable connections and connotations in his mind. He wondered if there was some psychic energy in the ork's voice, he swore he could smell the horrible breath of the ork through the vox caster. Thankful that the gross, magical oder quickly dissipated in the heated smells of blood, death and war, the Wardens Aegis celebrating their victory over the greenskin's position as they tossed the final survivors to their deaths from their own crude fortifications. The primarch opened his mouth and was about to raise his weapons to join his mean in their victory cheer, but as soon as his jaw dropped, a guttural roar came from behind the clouds. The guttural roar which only a mob of Orks could produce while going into battle, screaming their accursed WAAGGGHHH sound as they went. Hulking masses of ugly, barbaric metal pierced the skies as the blast of a thousand rokkits broke free from the ork ships, stormboys poured out of every orifice on the ship (with some going so far as to make their own) as dove towards the Wardesn, yelling and hollering as they went. "SEE DIS YE 'UMIE GITZ?! DIS IS DA TRU POWA O' STORMNOB GOREHAKKA! IMA UZE ALL YER SKULLZ AS DEKORASHUN FO ME [i]KILLA RUSHA[/i]!", Talvyrn tilted his head in a slight bit of shock as he watched the fiery, smoky trails descend from the heavens towards his position. "A Stormnob with many a storm boys..." the Primarch mused to himself as he assessed the situation, "A curious connection but I see where the notion stems forth from-" “Always showing up right as things start to get going don’t you Tally?", the voice of the Primarch Erron of the Wild Blades found its way into Talvyrn's mind, " Maximus has just arrived, we are mopping things up here quickly. I’d suggest finding out if the Imperial Army is in need of support,” "Tis not my fault that I never find myself foolishly buried into the enemy's heart and overestimate thyself dearest brother." Talvyrn jokingly quipped to himself, leaving a wider grin as he looked into the sky. The stormboys seemed to be dead set on their course, probably killing themselves on impact if someone didn't help them. Thankfully however, Talvyrn was feeling ever so generous enough to give them such "help". "ASTARTES!" the voice of the High Lord of Bravadis boomed and echoed across the ranks of his men, "Let us sally forth and meet the enemies unto the sky! We shall rain their blood upon these barren lands and watch the skies thank us for freeing them from the foul taint of greenskin!" A cheer erupted from the Wardens as the survivors rushed to find jetpacks but it seemed that the Second House was more than prepared for such a ariel battle. Baron Greyret found himself leading the charge as per usual as he and many members of his own House prepared to go air born, "Ya don't need to tell meh twioce sah!", the Rising Baron shouted as he leaped into the sky, axe and pistol drawn and flew straight towards the mass of flying orks with more Astartes behind him. The Primarch himself went to seek out a jetpack of his own, leaving his honor guard behind to take care of the business. Instructing them of their orders as he donned the twin jet engines need to shoot someone like him into the air, he told them to order anyone who didn't go up to go seek out the Imperial Army and assist them, contacting his brother as needed, "Thou need not fear for thy, I am more than capable of weathering a drizzle such as this." Stepping forth as the great turbines begun to spin, the flaps and gears spurred to life as Talvyrn kneeled close to the ground and prepared to launch. Time slowed as he clenched his fist and felt the vibration of the heavy machinery against his back, his eyes drifting ever skyward as he exploded forward. In a sudden burst, he shot through the air like a reverse shooting star, crashing straight through an ork, ripping him in half on his way up. Rolling and spinning in midair, the Primarch gracefully danced to the tune of war, shooting off rounds as he swiped at passing orks. The wave of shooting space marines met head on with the falling mass of stormboys, shouts and sounds zipped past as the wind rushed past both sides, gravity taking those whose propulsion failed them to their dooms. The bizarre vertical battle lines soon became throughly entangled with each other as only blurs of blue and green visible, but the lack of a ground did not dampen the savagery of the fight, if anything it worsened it. A pair of stormboys grabbed a marine with a third ork coming down and plunging his blade into the doomed Warden, dragging the crude blade through the man's body before the trio of ork preformed a bloody maneuver as they ripped the marine's limbs from his torso, fating him to a bloody and dreadful death fall. The Wardens responded in kind however as they maimed orks, pulling their rokkit packs off their backs and hurling them back towards other orks. Another pair use their brute strength and the power of physics to pull on stormboy in two, the ork screaming as his flesh and muscle was stretched past breaking point and his organs dangled under him like a grotesque banner of gore. Dropping the torn carcass, it was picked up by another ork who used the body of his compatriot as a weapon and wrapped the tough intestines around a passing space marine, choking him as the grabbed on to his armor and jammed the bloody half-body into the jet engine, resulting in a thunderous blast as the Warden gave one last screech of terror as he found his body blown to pieces. Talvyrn continued to journey up, the air now growing thick with a bloody rain that obscured his vision. Cutting and blasting his way through the thinning horde of flying (or stylishly falling) orks, he could spot the lumbering figure of what he assumed was this "Stormnob Gorehakka". "'OOKIE 'HERE, DAT 'UMIE FLOUNDA 'IS WAY 'ERE! OPEN UP ME BOYS!" the Stormnob gave a throaty, grim chuckle as he stomped his way back out of sight and another batch of stormboys crawled out of the ship's dark reaches and dropped into the sky. A pair bull rushed Talvyrn as he tried to keep his eyes focused on a few more places than he should have and was imediately grasped by them and halt in midair, seeing a third barreling towards him. Realizing what they were trying to do, the Primarch used what limited mobility his mechandrites had to pull off the ork to his right, slamming him into his buddy who was trying for a killing, eviscerating blow. Now distracted, Talvyrn shot a hook straight into the side of the other stormboy's face and flew up to uppercut the one he just threw. Grabbing its ugly green face, he grasped into ever crevice and orifice his armored fingers could find, his index and ringer fingers popping the ork's eyes into a gooey paste as the thumb dug its way through the roof of the ork's mouth and straight into his skull. Listening to the howls of pain from his victim, the Prmarch wasted no time working on the one who tried to land the death blow on him. With the backhand of his heavy metal gauntlet, he shattered the Ork's jaw as he tried to shout WAGGHHH or something like that before it was turned into a very aggressive bubbling. Its misforunate only continued as the Primarch pulled out his tounge with a meaty [i]snap[/i] that changed the aggressive bubbling into a bloody one as the stormboy tried to fly away. Shooting out his hand, Talvyrn grabbed the fleeing ork and smashed his head against the rokkit of his ally's before throwing both of them to the side, Talvyrn's once shinning armor now layered with blood and oil and filth. Turning to the last one, Talvyrn dealt with it simply. Grabbing the rokkit pack on its back, a few quick slices from [i]Ironpride[/i] made the ork fall to the ground in bits and pieces, its rokkit now being used by Talvyrn propelling its new owner towards the Killa Rusha. Flying high above it, the Primarch tapped into his inhuman strength and threw it towards the ship as he jumped down towards the rough metal deck, turning several poor grots into a chunky red mist as the rokkit drunkly found its way towards the ship, its explosion blowing away some more unfortunate crewmembers and hearlding the arrival of the "Stormnob". "Well, well, well, Iu'll haff da zay, I'om inpress'd wid ye, 'umie." Stormnob Gorehakka tramped out of the interior of the ship, taking no mercy as he stepped on the back of a struggling ork boy with his heavy spiked foot. He was large, a solid foot taller than of any other ork in Talvyrn's vision encased in red heavy armor with spikes and checker patterns that any respectable ork of Gorehakka's standing would have. Armed with a stolen chainblade in one hand and an unholy amount of shootas bound together in his other, the ork looked like a very well-to-do ork in his own society if Talvyrn's reading proved anything (or the dataslates weren't lying). "Iu'll zay dat I neva thawt dat ye'd get up 'ere." Gorehakka spat on to the ground, the tattered banner of the Deff Skullz flying on his back, "Looks lioke ye 'umies arr toffa den I expect'd o' ya." "I'm only mankind's finest and son of the Emperor after all." Talvyrn let some narcissism through as he faced down the Ork with a grin, "You shan't need to worry on the subject of your position or talents or skills. Or lack thereof." "Kocky 'un arna ya?" the nob chuckled as he grunted and let his boyz flood the deck of the ship, making some rude remark as he watched the Primarch cut down swaths of orks and grots with every swept and every swing before he himself dove into the fight. Blade met chainblade as the two struggled for supremacy over the other, sometimes trying to gain better footing, sometimes trying to get their guns to just the right spot for a shot. The sturdy of armor of Talvyrn prevented the ork from landing any serious blows while Gorehakka's tought hide and shear stubbornness meant that the primarch's attacks had about the same effect. The two engaged in a dance of death to a tune of battle with a flurry of blades that neither side let up as they stepped over the dead greenskins, boots making a sickening [i]squleech[/i] as they waded through flesh and organs and heavy crunches as bones and skulls were trampled upon. It was like the battle of titans. Talvyrn quickly realized that this ork nob was no mere nob, something about Gorehakka felt.. different. The primarch had fought several other nobz before, even those in so called "mega armor" but none provided such a test that the Stormnob had. "Brother, doth thou require assistance from I, Baron Donovan of the Wardens Aegis Fourth House?" the sound of a gunship filled the ears of Talvyrn as he pushed the ork off of him, it would seem that his brother Donovan was once more trying to impress him. "Shoot the ship!" Talvyrn bellowed before rolling out of the way of another strike from the ork as Donovan began to unload rounds and rounds of munitions into the ork ship. Great holes appeared as pipes burst into flames and engines exploded, grots and orks alike were consumed by the flame as they fell out of holes old and new like meteorites. Then something exploded along the length of the ship, causing the entire craft to shake and destabilize. Talvyrn thought that maybe Donovan had hit an ammunition storage or an explosive squig pen but whatever it was, it sure got Gorehakka upset. "MAI SHIP!" the ork bellowed as he angrily swung at Talvyrn who ducked quickly and swung right back, "YER GUNNA PAY FO DIS YE ZOGGIN' GIT!" Talyvrn probably would have tried for a witty remark right about now but he was too busy trying to get a stable footing as the ship rocked and swayed as its nose pointed downwards at an increasingly dangerous angle every second. Before long, both combatants had been forced to the ground and had to hold on to something or risk being flung into the air. "Borther!" Donovan yelled as Talvyrn hung on to a pipe with an outstretched hand and shaky footing on an increasingly vertical barricade, "Get on to my craft!" Under normal circumstances, the primarch would whole heartly jump, but unfortunately the angry ork who shared the ship with him had other ideas, mostly that of wanting to punch Talvyrn's face in multiple times over. The fight was still on and any attempt to disenage would probably lead to a very, very painful landing, thus the two continued their ariel brawl, each only having one hand on something to hold on to. Thrusting his sword like a spear, the primarch tried to pierce the green flesh of his opponent, only to be met by a round to the chest as Gorehakka managed to grab a falling shoota. Knocking it out of his hand, Talvyrn tried a bit of a leaping attack only for him to find that gravity had other ideas and left him dangling by his single secure arm. Not one to wait on others, Gorehakka eagerly followed and jumped on to Talvyrn's back, ripping off one of his mechandrites and smacking the Primarch with it, cursing loudly with each strike. Using one of his remaining mechanical limbs, Talvyrn aimed the claw at the ork's face but ended up burrowing the bit of machinery into his eye causing the ork to howl in pain but not let go until a fierce stab to the side of the gut finally forced the ork off his back. Gorehakka was fully enraged at this point though, pushing through the pain for just long enough to grab on to one of Talvyrn's legs. Then in a sudden stroke of brilliance, the primarch started up his jetpack, this time leaving a few safety features off, namely the one that prevented sudden back blasts of flame. Giving the ork less than a second to realize what was going to happen (and Gorehakka realized what was about to happen), Talvyrn grinned and watched as his jetpack burned the ork with a great gout of fire before he cut off his arm with [i]Ironpride[/i]. As the ork bellowed as he flew back through his ship, Talvyrn flew away from the ship with the help of his jetpack, combating the Gs he was pulling as he tried to do a midair u-turn. The ship plummeted into a great ball of fire as it hit the barren surface, shooting metal and charred ork into the air. The primarch was almost home free until he realized that his jetpack was still damaged from the stormboy head it "ate" prior and was pouring out a putrid black smog. Talvyrn barely had enough time to hastily unfasten himself from the ticking time bomb on his back, shooting to the ground as it wizzed off into the air and exploded into a rain of metal, the Primarch creating a solid dent in the earth where he landed. "Sir! Are you okay? Where's the Apothecary?!" one of the Wardens Aegis bolted over to the body of his Primarch with others soon following. "Fear naught s-soldier for I am f-fine..." Talvyrn groaned a little as he got up, seems like even his reinforced bones and body took quite a beating in that fight. "That was quite uncharacteristic of you sir." Baron Lothric approached Talvyrn as he sat up and was being administered medical attention, his honor guard soon coming to the scene, "I didn't think that thou would ever be so bold as to shoot straight up into the heavens nor would thou so gruesomely maim your foes." "Art thou feeling pity and remorse for the greenskins?" Talvyrn chuckled. "Hardly, just pointing out an observation sir." Lothric grinned as well as he helped the Primarch up. [hr] With the invasion and liberation of Ullanor at its waning hours, Talvryn and the Wardens Aegis shuffled their way towards the tower which the Emperor had called all of them for, marching in disorganized and rough lines as the legions mixed with their colors dulled and damaged by battle scars, dirt and blood. Talvyrn himself was walking with a slight limp and a good deal of crimson on him even after he dumped a few canisters of water onto himself to try and clean it. Battle songs and victory cries cropped up here and there amongst the mob of astartes with their primarchs intermixed amongst them. Talvyrn was told that there was to be a celebration over their victory with as much pomp and circumstance that could be afforded at this time, but it was the mention of a council that worried him. What could possibly require the gathering of the strongest and smartest that the human race could offer in a single room for counseling over?