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Now now, that ain't a right proper poker.
THAT is a right proper poker. Also Lawbro is best friend, but lets not open that raeg can of worms >_>
Ansgar kept the volume of fire up as best he could considering he had to take friendly fire into consideration, as it would likely be frowned upon by the Celestian for stray rounds to find targets that they were not intended for. Thankfully, the only person readily in his way was the Arbites, who was advancing on the Ork as both Psyker and Apothecary continued their own attacks. Every time the Ork wasn't hosing the ruined bunker down with heavy amounts of firepower the Krieger was poking out, firing from his Type XIV (Heavy) before ducking back down when return fire grew too voluminous to trust his armor to shrug off. However, it wasn't until he heard that all too familiar sound of incoming artillery fire that he ducked and stayed down, covering the back of his neck just in case as he ducked down as the explosive shells made impact and turned the Ork into little more than a footnote in the after action report.
Once the shells finished landing, the Krieger was back up, sweeping through the smoke and debris with his weapon, looking for any survivors of the blasts. Nothing, though he remained on guard, scanning their surroundings while talk of a plan and further proceedings continued. Apparently the Celestian intended to use the Psyker's original plan to use her servo skulls as spotters for artillery strikes, which the Krieger still did not approve of. From the sounds of the comment, the psyker was irritated with not having gone through with it in the first place. "Long as it is defensible. It is unlikely the Orks will not notice their missing... vehicles." Ansgar hesitated to call the rolling piles of scrap and armor vehicles, but they technically performed in those roles from what he had seen of them thus far.
Once the shells finished landing, the Krieger was back up, sweeping through the smoke and debris with his weapon, looking for any survivors of the blasts. Nothing, though he remained on guard, scanning their surroundings while talk of a plan and further proceedings continued. Apparently the Celestian intended to use the Psyker's original plan to use her servo skulls as spotters for artillery strikes, which the Krieger still did not approve of. From the sounds of the comment, the psyker was irritated with not having gone through with it in the first place. "Long as it is defensible. It is unlikely the Orks will not notice their missing... vehicles." Ansgar hesitated to call the rolling piles of scrap and armor vehicles, but they technically performed in those roles from what he had seen of them thus far.
Ho cubed, most excellent way to fit it on the banner. That's why you don't fuck with Santa or his 'helpers'.
@POOHEAD189 As long as they are within approximately 50 yards (Or he burns through what I assume is a limited supply of slug) haha.
@Rithy Oi, Ansgar is being useful, not merely can be useful here! *Totally not missing the joke on purpose* In all seriousness, you want to see him useful? Give him a Power Shovel, he'll right fuck shit up. And dig trenches in city streets, but that is merely a side effect
Also, cursed low mortal ceilings should be the Apothecary's battlecry anytime he is indoors. And I read Adrianne's line in a highschool preteen voice, mostly because of the tactically placed like.
Also also, the amount of cloaks/longcoats this party has isn't high enough, clearly certain other folks are lacking in their attire.
Also, cursed low mortal ceilings should be the Apothecary's battlecry anytime he is indoors. And I read Adrianne's line in a highschool preteen voice, mostly because of the tactically placed like.
Also also, the amount of cloaks/longcoats this party has isn't high enough, clearly certain other folks are lacking in their attire.
The only concern that was created when the Ork's deployed their crude gas weapon was the reduced visability, already wearing his rebreather and secure against any untoward effects the gas may cause on unprotected individuals. The only ones that were of any concern in that regard was the Arbites, and if they weren't issued rebreather's Ansgar would be disappointed in them as a whole, and the mercenary. Her situation was, again, something out of his control and if she decided having breathing protection wasn't necessary, so be it. Between the flames from the Celestian, unsurprising as the choice of weapon was, and the combined weapon's fire from the rest of the squad, it was a good showing against the Ork threat. Frankly, Orks were easier to handle than Tyranids by a great margin thus far, even if their aptitude for mechanics was better than a Tyranid's. Which was not saying much, to be frank, but it was a true statement.
The gas combusting was expected, most compounds that were not properly prepared or otherwise maintained tended to be explosive, flammable, or some combination of the two on top of their usual toxic or otherwise lethal effects. Keeping his head down from the ensuing inferno, he waited for the firing slits to be reopened, seeing the missile that the Celestian fired failing to stop the retaliatory fire from the Orkish vehicle. Insctincts kicking in before he readily processed what was said, he found himself face down on the ground, one arm covering his neck, the other bracing himself against the impending blast. Braced as he was, and already on the ground, the blast did little to actually move him, though he was concussed and shaken up something fierce. Business as usual, then, living in a trench being shelled tended to prepare one, at least mentally if nothing else, for the rigors of taking fire from heavy ordinance.
Rising to his feet, a glance gave bad news. The missile launcher the Krieger was assigned was damaged, debris having warped the tube beyond safe operation. Scowling, he discarded it without a further concern and spotted the Ork's lining up another shot, and was going to have none of it. Quickly reaching into his satchel, he produced a krak grenade, pulling the pin and rising up, deaf towards anyone still though his hearing was recovering, taking several steps forward and lobbing the krak grenade with a practiced throw, sending the explosive hurtling through the air. The grenade landed square in front of the wartrakk's rokkit launcha and the unfortunate Ork manning it. A muffled crump was heard and the bed of the wartrakk supporting the heavy weapon was caved in, sending the ork and weapon plunging down through the hole and ruining any ability for the thing to move, as well as giving the aformentioned Ork an extremely bad day in the process. Kneeling beside the rubble, Ansgar produced his Type XIV (Heavy) once more, sweeping for further threats as everything normalized.
The gas combusting was expected, most compounds that were not properly prepared or otherwise maintained tended to be explosive, flammable, or some combination of the two on top of their usual toxic or otherwise lethal effects. Keeping his head down from the ensuing inferno, he waited for the firing slits to be reopened, seeing the missile that the Celestian fired failing to stop the retaliatory fire from the Orkish vehicle. Insctincts kicking in before he readily processed what was said, he found himself face down on the ground, one arm covering his neck, the other bracing himself against the impending blast. Braced as he was, and already on the ground, the blast did little to actually move him, though he was concussed and shaken up something fierce. Business as usual, then, living in a trench being shelled tended to prepare one, at least mentally if nothing else, for the rigors of taking fire from heavy ordinance.
Rising to his feet, a glance gave bad news. The missile launcher the Krieger was assigned was damaged, debris having warped the tube beyond safe operation. Scowling, he discarded it without a further concern and spotted the Ork's lining up another shot, and was going to have none of it. Quickly reaching into his satchel, he produced a krak grenade, pulling the pin and rising up, deaf towards anyone still though his hearing was recovering, taking several steps forward and lobbing the krak grenade with a practiced throw, sending the explosive hurtling through the air. The grenade landed square in front of the wartrakk's rokkit launcha and the unfortunate Ork manning it. A muffled crump was heard and the bed of the wartrakk supporting the heavy weapon was caved in, sending the ork and weapon plunging down through the hole and ruining any ability for the thing to move, as well as giving the aformentioned Ork an extremely bad day in the process. Kneeling beside the rubble, Ansgar produced his Type XIV (Heavy) once more, sweeping for further threats as everything normalized.
I do believe that Natural Selection fixed that particular Guardsman's problem.
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