Eisenhorn

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@Rithy

Oh don't you worry your head none, imagine a flamer fuel that is fueled mainly by organic material (And the usual oxygen requirement)! Our resident Krieger knows how to mix that kind of batch of fuel. I even have updated artwork I stumbled across for a flamer/heavy flamer wielding Ansgar!

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@Rithy How fortunate for all parties involved that, once the post is done, Ansgar is bringing a flamer tricked out with some fuel mix he found works swimmingly against Tyranid so it will work just as fine against Greenskins. Consider that a preview, after all, Grenadiers that come from Engineers are still qualified to handle chemical, biological, and radiological weapons. (In refernce to the post, he has a plan. A cunning plan. Involving fire, lots and lots of fire. And explosives. He's too short not to bring explosives.)

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Ansgar cocked an eyebrow under his rebreather mask, skull faced mask and helmet portraying nothing of the sort as the focused barrage of lasers from the tech heretic managed to punch through a shield that a barrage of Basilisk ordinance failed to breach. Then again, it was only a light barrage, but even so, she should count her blessings. The barrage likely pushed the shield to the brink, so the anti tank weapon she carried around could pierce the remaining remnants of the shield. Of course, just as he was about to depart on foot as he had already determined, a part of him dissapointed in being unable to assault the Ork position, the Valkyrie touched down beside him, the pilot barking over the vox to him directly. "Orders got overruled Sir, get in."

The Krieger knew full well who would overrule him, and he muttered back over the vox as he boarded and found a seat. "Don't 'sir' me, pilot." not even giving the tech heretic a good job or even commenting on the success of her actions. She was doing her job, there was little need to congratulate someone for doing what was expected of them. With that sorted out, the Valkyrie wasted no time in taking off after her partner, the one carrying the other half of the retinue. The rest of the flight to the Titan facility was uneventful, the diversion working as intended outside of the minor hiccup of the Ork managing to figure out their plan. Eventually, the quieting of the engines coupled with the pilot voxxing to his passengers, announced their arrival at Landing Pad D-1283.

"Right, we're here. Thank you for flying Imperial Air, now hop to it. And thanks for cutting that tether, didn't fancy trying to drive a Valkyrie on the ground." Ansgar was the first out, a quick scan confirming they had arrived on the same platform as the other valkyrie had, being the second half of the group to arrive, and once everyone was disembarked, led the three over to reunite with the Celestian, Psyker, and Apothecary. The damaged Valkyrie they flew in on had lifted off, being redirected for necessary repairs before they would get deployed back into the action. He voxxed to the Celestian while scanning for them, standing by for follow on orders. "We've arrived ma'am, standing by for further orders."

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The sound of the crude grappling hook being launched would have ellicted a great deal of responses from less stoic men, irritation from veterans or terror or hopelessness from green troops. But for the Death Korp, the only proper response was to take it into account and continue issuing his orders. First, the sight of some crude force shield meant that continued barrages would range from ineffective to wasteful, after all, a handful of lives was not worth spending needless amounts of ordinance over. The Imperium produced far more bodies than it did munitions, so wasting munitions was frankly worse than wasting bodies. Despite the shield, damage had been considerably done, so he called it in as such. "Solid hits, fire effective. Halt further ordinance on my target pending further notice."

Next was relaying what was going on to the Valkyries, first the one hooked. "Make every and all efforts to break free and retreat, pilot, then proceed with orders as planned. Arbites, Mercenary, assist the pilot as required. I will continue on foot alone to the objective, further risking the air coverage cannot be tolerated." Which might sound like a suicidal proposition, running on foot through Orkish territory, and it probably would be to most, but a Krieger was raised to die after all. By this point the other two would have boarded the Valkyrie, leaving the Krieger as the only one not currently on a transport. At this point he swapped channels to the command circuit, the sounds of the explosions and reactions against the crude force field apparent.

"Slight delay encountered, ma'am. Ork with inclinations towards machinery intercepted evac route, currently preventing valkyrie lift off due to what appears to be magnetic grapple. Apothecary, does Orkish shielding technology prevent passage of persons?" If the Valkyrie couldn't free itself in the next few moments, Ansgar could not risk them being hauled down and crashing, which meant disabling the grapple. He could see where the line had been launched, being hooked in still, and he had a simple plan. Approach under the chaos of the recent artillery strike, board the Ork's machine, disable the grapple, and kill his way to the next objective. Or at the very least take as many Orks with him as possible, and they hardly seemed as fearsome as the Tyranid, so he would wager that he could take a great deal with him. If he were a gambling man, that is, which he was not.

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The Death Korps of Krieg and Iron Warriors would have been like B.F.F if things were different.... !

@Rithy

Shame for the Iron Warriors that, out of the entirety of the various regiments of the Guard, the Death Korp are the least likely to go rogue, let alone outright heresy. Bet they remind the Imperial Fists a tad too much of their shenanigans with the Iron Warriors though (Iron Cage has not been forgotten.)

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I suppose they arrive only after they have manually stormed every nasty trench and fortification in the way? xD

@Rithy

Add in maintaining an offensive speed that matches the timed artillery strikes (too fast and it proves friendly fire isn't, too slow gives enemies too much time to react), and it's another day in the life of the best known Siege regiments.

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"Disregard that, maintain current orders." Ansgar was the picture definition of a calm soldier, overriding the calls from the Arbites towards the air support. The Krieger was analyzing the situation, and an anti air weapon was mounted on one of the vehicles towing the massive Orkish throne, and ducking into cover from the fire incoming from the mass of crude Ork vehicles. As such, the man snapped off orders, being the one in charge of the current half of the group at the moment and acted as necessary. "Artillery on my coordinates, Time on Target. You two, continue with extraction, I'll keep up as necessary."

Ansgar continued his plan as if the continued following of orders wasn't dependent on the agreement of the others, but the fact they were given orders, and that was that. Acting as a representative of a portion of an Inquisitorial strike team, the order for artillery wasn't so much a request as it was treated as the order of the Emperor of Man himself. The Time on Target barrage would limit the warning that early shells would create, the concept that was meant to bring the maximum volume of fire in the shortest amount of time possible, and maximize the damage that would be done of the Orkish pursuit of the three Imperials. The normally follower of a Krieger barking orders was off putting, and the Basilisk crews were quick to follow orders if, for no other reason, to be under the more reassuring command of their Lieutenant.

Ansgar remained in position, which was far too close to the incoming artillery fire to be completely safe, spotting for the incoming fire. Priming a Krak Grenade, the Krieger lobbed a grenade at the oncoming Ork abomination of machinery, taking out the engine on one of the second vehicles, not a lead, forcing the lead vehicles to pull the ruined machine as well as the followers to push the wrecked vehicle. In other words, cripple the pursuit and put them in position to be hammered. Once the shells landed in one, mighty hammering blow, Ansgar withdrew as per his overarching orders from the Celestian. Following after the other two of this team, he would, as necessary, usher the others onto the Valkyrie so they could move on and complete the most important task at hand. Prevent the Titan falling into any hands that would do harm to the Imperium as a whole, or here for that matter.

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@Rithy Never rush the post of a Krieger. Like Wizards, they are neither late or early. They arrive precisely when intended.

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@Rithy

Well, you know what they say...

Dead

Vemka Vall had been mentally steeling himself for the initial assault when the alert came for all hands to man their stations and for the assault force to make their way to the primary hanger for departure. Before any combat mission he did the same thing, steeling himself and clouding his mind deliberately, shielding himself from Force users with old tricks that had been employed by some Jedi Hunters that Republic Intelligence had tracked down and converted to their cause over the years. Clouding ones mind, coupled with strong emotion, could shield them from easy detection with the force, something that had saved his ass on more than one occasion. Add in the chaos of an attack, and a younger Vemka might have even trusted a well placed sniper shot with that alone, but that was not who he was today. Rising, and grabbing the helmet of his armor, he fastened it as he made a brisk run to the hanger, just in time for the boarding order from the Knight, Vasha, who was in overall charge of the operation. She was one that Vemka knew little of, considering how much the Jedi operated independent of Intelligence Agents typically, so profiles on lesser known Jedi were incomplete at best, something the Intelligence Agent did not like.

Like it or not, Vemka had his orders and it was simple enough, boarding a shuttle that contained another strike team of Commandos, Vemka being the only one on board the shuttle not a part of the Commandos. They gave him the usual odd looks that Republic Intelligence got, and there was likely mutterings of 'that spook' on their squad comm channel, but the Mirialan was used to such things at this point. Half closing his eyes, which dismissed the Commandos for now, he focused on the general situation developing while going down, processing the information fed through the comms and building a mental image of the situation at hand. Heavy resistance, dug in and ready for the attack. Typical, the ham fisted approach had been spotted, there was a reason the Wild Space was outside conventional Republic control. But, in as much as any plan, first contact had forced plans to change and to improvise new responses.

Vemka's train of thought was, at that point, interrupted by a series of explosive detonations that raked the side of his shuttle, the Pilot going off about how he'd lost a wing and they were going down. Rather than tense up, the Mirialan forced himself to relax, getting ready for the impact instead of dreading it, dreading the inevitable wasn't going to help. They hit hard, Vemka catching himself as the side door was ripped from the shuttle, and the Mirialan threw himself clear of the shuttle as it continued hurtling and grinding to a halt, rolling across the ground and coming to a halt naturally instead of trying to force himself to stop sooner. Picking himself up, and dusting off his armor, a quick inventory was done. Armor and cloak, intact, weapons, intact, extra supplies, intact. He was lucky, then, the ground wasn't so hard that the impact would damage him or his gear. Those that had rode out the crash though, might not be so fortunate.

Rather than double back after the shuttle, letting the survivors sort themselves out, the Intelligence Agent moved through the woods, oddly calm compared to the raging assault that was occurring so close to them. Reaching the edge of the woods, he spotted Republic forces suffering a counter assault from a dark saber wielding force user. He moved fast, struck hard, but a quick analysis, at the cost of soldier's lives, was enough to puzzle him out for an initial assault. The attack was single minded, reveling in the slaughter, which meant he was focused on the obvious threats. Continuing to maintain his mental shroud, surface clouded with irrelevant thoughts and strong emotions matching the forces attacking and being attacked, he reached into a pouch and produced two sonic detonators. Normally, soldiers used Thermal, but against a force user? The sonic attack tended to disorientate and disrupt their abilities, making them easier targets. Rather than blindly pitch them, he cooked them and proceed to use an underhand toss, sending them rolling across the ground to come to a rest behind the advancing dark sider, detonating within a second of coming to a halt.

"Agent Vall in position, standing by to provide support. Engaging the Dark Sider, bait him into overextending and cut him off." Punctuating the orders he passed over encrypted commlink, Vemka had his sniper rifle, a BL-28, trained on the dark sider. Rather than fire right away, he braced his vibrostaff alongside him in case he needed it quickly, watching for an opening to fire rather than blindly opening fire and giving himself away yet. Frontline soldier's job was to fight and die, his was to pick off targets he could kill, or otherwise mark them for those that could. Vemka would fire whenever the dark sider wasn't facing him, aiming to harass and irritate the target further, rage could blind as well as it could fuel after all.

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