Field Kit Inspection: New Commissar Edition

I say! How is everyone?

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>>55087551
Of course Major, I'll do my best

>>55087551
YES VERY GOOD SIR, I HAVE MY USUAL EQUIPMENT ABOUT ME!
*presents staff and eviscerator*
On a side note, I'm fairly certain Perkins is dead sir.

I here! Protect rank for boots, steve, will protect for boots, steve enjoys boots

>the man walks out of the bathroom, holding a book under one arm
I was taking a shit, did I miss the funeral?

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>>55087551
*sigh*
I'm Belasya present, ready to meet the commissar

>>55087572
That's where you're wring, Priest. You're likely thinking of Sod Perkins. The man who's toenails kept getting eaten by rats. I'm talking about James Perkins.

>>55087563
Very good, Captain. How are you accustoming to your new rank, and the new Leman Russ Vanquisher I assigned to you?

>>55087569
What rank even are you?

>>55087606
You, high rank man, i sent to protect you, protect for boots, I can protect good

>>55087606
Well before my retirement I was a major, but I'm not that good at leading people, I'm more of a sniper my friend!

>>55087599
NO NEED FOR ATTITUDE CHEERLEADER, YOU ARE ADDRESSING THE MAJOR! SHOW SOME PROPER RESPECT!
>>55087606
Ah yes, that must be it. It's strange how every soldier names Perkins keeps being relentlessly tormented by their squad mates.

>>55087591
The funeral was three and a half weeks ago! How long does it take you to empty your bowels?

>>55087599
>Matthias would eye the "disguised" Eldar warrior with suspicion. As any loyal soldier should.

...glad to see you've arrived.

>>55087576
Hmm... I wasn't aware we had been sent a batch of bullgryns... Odd.

>>55087628
Trying to take a shit now is like trying to do a three point turn in an Ark Mechanicus. So yeah, three weeks minimum.

>>55087626
It's surely just a sad, unexpected coincidence. Nothing more, I assure you.

>>55087622
...Noted...

>>55087625
>The Praetorian officer would eye the older man for a moment, before speaking up.

You still haven't answered my question...

>>55087628
Yes...strange man sent me protect high rank man, that's why have big sheild thing, do you have boots for me?

>>55087628
Hmpf, pleasure's all mine...
>>55087626
>Mumbles under her breath

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HELLO, GLORIOUS BROTHERS OF WAR.
WHEN, DO WE MEET THE COMMISSAR?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1rmo3fKeveo

>>55087651
Hmm well since I volunteered, that makes me a private!

>>55087654
You...tiny lady! Do you have boots, I can do things for boots!

>>55087606
Ah they are most exemplary sir! The tank especially, shoots very accurately!

>>55087648
*mumbles about the superiority of the flesh*

>>55087671
Yeah, sure
>Shows a standart issue munitorium boots
Do you want them?
>Throws them into the hallway
There! Catch!

>>55087715
>like happy dog, steve runs after the boots, ecstatic as he straps one on his head, and the other to hid belt
Thanks pretty lady...you no die on my watch now...unless high rank say so

>>55087711
Can your flesh withstand 60 jumbo tacos and 3 gallons of Chef Durand's extra spicy beef surprise stew? Thought not nerd, get dunked on.

>>55087655
They sent us rough riders? This doesn't bode well for our method of fighting. Granted, it does fit in rather well for our usual "throw everything we've got at it, and hope we come back alive, and with victory in hand" tactics.

>>55087666
Very good.

>>55087687
That's good to hear, Captain. Hopefully you won't overcharge your plasma cannon Sponsons, and kill yourself like your predecessor.

>>55087653
Noted...
>>55087654
>He would narrow his eyes at the Xeno witch before him.

Keep out of trouble, "Private Belasya"...

>>55087736
I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT.
HOWEVER MY FLESH IS PURE IN THE EYES OF THE EMPEROR, AND THAT IS ALL THAT MATTERS.

>>55087753
YOU! Preach man, do you have boots?

>>55087781
AH, A MUTANT!
I MEAN, YES, I OWN BOOTS. WHY DO YOU ASK?

>>55087753
These tacos are pretty fuckin' pure too my man
>the man takes a large bite out of a taco heaving with beef, salads and cheese, before speaking with his mouth full
Fuckin rad

>>55087739
Haha! Funny man! You underestimate the fighting method of old!
>The man would grasp his powerlance, laced with poison powerful enough to kill 20 elephants

>>55087789
> he sequels with happiness at the word "boots"
Give me...old fancy boot men said if I fight for empra I get boots...so I love big Empra because I love boots..can I have boots?

>>55087790
OF COURSE, I WOULD NOT DOUBT THE RATIONS OUR GLORIOUS MUNITORUM PROVIDES US WITH!

>>55087803
*points to Perkins locker*
THE CODE IS 0001. KNOCK YOURSELF OUT

>>55087812
But Perkins sold all his boots for amasec, that's why the rats ate his toenails

>>55087812
Um 00-what? No boots in numbers, you make head hurt

>>55087828
NO NOT THAT PERKINS, THE OTHER ONE.
YOU ARE THINKING OF SOD PERKINS, IM TALKING ABOUT JAMES PERKINS

>>55087842
I thought he ate his boots after using Van Kleez's razor

>>55087854
NO, JAMES IS CURRENTLY TIED TO THE FLAG POLE A LITTLE WHILE AWAY FROM HERE.
THERE ARE STILL BOOTS IN THE LOCKER, I ASSURE YOU.

>>55087854
WHERE THE FUCK IS THE COMMISSAR?

>>55087887
Somewhere in space chap
>Checks his pocket watch
Somewhere in space

>>55087876
Open locker, I want boots, I protect for boots

>>55087910
I AM QUITE ALLRIGHT ON MY OWN THANK YOU. I DONT NEED ANY BODYGUARDS OF YOUR... CALIBER.

>>55087887
HE IS ON HIS WAY VIA AQUILA LANDER!
HE SHOULD BE HERE IN A MATTER OF MINUTES!

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>As the regiment stands (hopefully at attention) upon the hastily constructed airfield, upon the rocky, ash covered planet they were on. The sound of a engine could be heard, upon in the ash filled sky above them.
>Moments later, the sight of an Aquilla lander ( http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Aquila_Lander ) could be seen above them. It's pitch Black painted hull fitting in almost perfectly amongst the black ash filled sky, as it soars downwards towards the airfield.
>After a few moments, the craft would extend it's landing gear, before touching down near perfectly upon the rockcrete airfield. The rear side exit ramp opening up, and descending downwards a moment later.
>Seconds later, a cloaked figure would make its way down the ramp. It's cloak waving behind them in the wind.
>However, once the figure had reached the bottom of the ramp, abd was in full view of the regiment, it would become all too clear, that what was once though to be a Commissar's cloak, was actually his unbuttoned shirt, flowing majestically in the wind. Exposing his perfect skin, and chiseld abs to the ash filled air, as his blue hair flows behind him.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=I1nsmU4_P4Q
>The man would pull out a Commissar's hat from within his shirt, before placing it firmly upon his head. Keeping the wind from messing with his hair too much.
>After eyeing the men and women of the Unknown regiment for a moment, he would walk towards them. A seductive grin upon his face.

>>55087931
> the bulgryn is saddened by this statement
Awww...but they said empra bring boots to me they said

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I am Rogal Dorn, Primach of the Imperial Fists. And I am indeed present.

>>55087953
>His monocle pops out
By the Emperor!

>>55087887
Hello Guardsmen. What is your name... friend.

>>55087953
*michael would apply purity seals to his person, just in case*

>>55087953
>the man takes another bite from his taco
Meh... I've seen stupider things

>>55087953
>Her eyes bocime wide open
Erm...is he supposed to do that?

>>55087986
*whispers*
I think he is signalling for you to join in

>>55087953
> the bulgryn stands in attention
Hello boot man I am protect

>>55087953
By the Emperor, there must have been a mistake!

>>55087953
>When the man finally speaks, it is with a thick (almost overwhelmingly so) Elysian accent, as he extends his arms outwards, and. An overjoyed expression on his face.

Vell, vell, vell! Isn't zis a sight for sore eyes! I am humbled by such a varm velcome by my new regiment! Et almost brings a tear to mine eyes!

>The man would let out a hearty chuckle, before. Continuing to speak.

I am Commissar Alex Clérisseau! And as you can no doubt tell, I am a pure blooded Elysian! It is a pleasure to finally get to meet you all! Hopefully, ve can work together quite well, and keep ze executions to an utter minimum! Vot do you all say to zat?

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>>55087953

>Feeling simultaneously Inspired and unnerved by the new Commissar's dramatic and unorthodox arrival, nonetheless gives a curt salute.

>>55088001
Ehm, yes O-OF COURSE!
FOR THE EMPEROR!

>>55088001
> the bulgryn is very much confused by the man
Does...does he mean we get boots...my head hurt

>>55088001
eheheh THEY KNEEW YOU'D ZSAY THAT!!

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>>55087551
>What if he wants to inspect my gas mask
>muffled breathing intensifies

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>>55087953
>>55088001
>Dorn merely stares resolutely ahead at the Commissar and his most certainly insane antics.

>>55088001
MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN OF HARLECH STOP YOUR DREAMING!
>Hundreds of praetorians would raise their rifles to aim at the man
CAN'T YOU SEE THEIR SPEAR POINTS GLEAMING!
>Their fingers would edge towards the trigger as leman russ battle tanks would begin aiming their battle cannons towards the commissar

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8ft371DLlo

>>55088023
YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM MEEEE! *uses telekinesis to strip mask off*

>>55088001
>Takes one step back
Erm, of course commissar...

>>55087969
>>55087979
>>55087982
>>55087986
>>55087992
>>55087997

Oh-ho! It seems zat I am already so popular amongst you all! Et is nuh joke! I am ze nee Commissar! Et is a pleasure to meet you all!

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>>55088044
...

>>55088044
...y-yes the pleasure is all mine Commissar Alex...
>Makes an unnerved smile
>>55088054
Okay chap calm down, I know that he's an Elysian and has a lacking fashion sense, but...

>>55088068
Major, this is no joke.

>>55088044
> the excitement is visible on the bulgryn's face
I think im gonna get boots!

>>55088031
I do not believe that he enjoys that. I advise you keep his mask on. For your own safety of course.

>>55088044
>Makes an unnerved salute
>>55088003
*Whispers*
Can I leave now?

>>55088044
>The Captain would refuse to salute the humongous faggot

>>55088031
Oh? So I see dat zis regiment has been given a sanctioned Psyker! How vonderful is this!
>The man seems genuinely happy to see a Psyker in his midst.
>>55088037
No need to be afraid, by good Praetorian! I have been stationed alongside one such regiment long ago!

>>55088028
>The best shirtless Commissar would hold his hand up, as if to stop the Praetorian tank commander.

Zat is quite enough, Mon good Captain. Zere is nuh need for such prideful displays right now.

Although I do love ze touch.

>>55088023
>The Commissar would stop in-front of the Kreiger. Taking a moment to examine him.

Might I see your gasmask, mon compatriot? I feel as if something might be wrong vith et.

>>55088026
I am not sure who you are. But it is alvays a sight for mine eyes, to be greeted by an Imperial Fist.

>>55088020
Did you now? Precognitive abilities are quite ze helpful ability on ze battlefield! I expect great things from you, mine little flower!

>>55088003
>The man would smile, as he passes by the man.

Sergeant.

>>55088013
For ze Emperor, priest!

>>55088123
Why talk funny? No talk like that, I dont like it

>>55088068
>>55088075
Settle down, both of you!

>>55088147
OH WE FIGHT...who I crush

>>55088147
*the psyker makes the captain keep allucinating until he's told what to do about his rebel thoughts*

>>55088123
>with the commissar standing in front of him his breathing reaches its audible climax
>how did he know?
>of course it doesn't work
>why would it being filled with half melted face and all
>1000 yard stare and breath intensifies

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55088123
>The rough rider would charge into the commissar with his power lance
>+3 for charging with a lance
"Omae wa mou shindeiru"

>>55088182
>The near shirtless Elysian would open up his hand. Indicating that the trooper should let him see the gas mask.

...also, vhere is your name tag? I do not see et on your uniform.

>>55088123
Of course commissar...
>Salutes

>>55088137
Vell, I talk like zis, because I an from a different planet than most of zese fine men un women. So mine accent is much thicker, and stranger.

>The man would smile at the large slab of muscle before him, before patting him.

You vill likely get used to et!

>>55088221
>He would offer the man a warm smile, and a firm salute.

>>55088266
>the man picks taco bits from his teeth with a fancy looking quill
I highly doubt that

>>55088266

>Quietly, offers to attach himself to the Commissar to act as his Personal Guard.

>>55088266
So...are we free now?

>>55088266
I no like it

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>>55088266
>Quietly watches the Commissar from the distance

>>55088306
>After taking a moment to examine the woman (far too long for her tastes). The Commissar would finally nod his head, and smile.

Very vell, Private. I've seen enough of ze regiment for now! You are all dismissed!

>a squad of men leans up against a bus, qietly talking, and asking questions to two new faces, trooper kenesh, and trooper gutan.

I sense SLAANESHI CORRUPTIOOOOONNNNEH

>>55088367
>the mechanicas walks over and begins to inspect the bus

What an uncultured fellow...
>Gives everyone under my command the order to shoot if he tries any sexual relations

>>55088347
G-good
>Leaves the hangar
*under breath*
What a freak

>>55088370
>The man would seem utterly surprised by this.

Really? Vhere do you sense et!? Is et close by? I thought dat ze crusade vas dealing vith ze Tau on zis planet.

>>55088317
>The Commissar would look the man over, before giving him a firm salute.

If you keep staring at me like zat, you are going to 'ave tu take me out to dinner!

>The man would chuckle at his joke.

>Slowly, walks off, deep in thought.

>>55088433
Say something like that again, and you're already dead.

Hmm, well then, anybody up for a nice game of chess? Or a drink? Oooh maybe a cup of tea, or coffee or cocao?

>>55088315
Vell I am sorry to hear you say zat. But I hope zat doesn't mean ve cannot get along, mine muscle bounded, tank tread covered bullgryn!

>>55088288
Vell, I hope zat despite your feelings about et. That ve can have a good vork relationship, adept!

>>55088390
Oh? And who is zis face zat I 'ave not seen before? Are you an adept of ze mechanicus, or of ze adminitratum?

>>55088428
oe baby! chimichanga ne desu?

>>55088479
*the priest would meekly volunteer for the game of chess, still too confused to make proper words*

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>>55088446
>As he is walking away. He would feel a pair a slender arms wrap gently around his neck. Something warm and fleshy, and surprisingly familiar, pressing up against his back.
>Turning to look around, he would see the Hospitaller's smiling face.
>She would proceed to plant a kiss upon his cheek, before letting it a small giggle.

Hi there, good looking! Miss me? I know I did.

>>55088390
>draws e-tool handle
How about you fuck right off

>>55088483
I am the Shas'ui Han'zo, chief of commando operation and stealth mission, nice to meet you !
> he bow to the commissar

>>55088536
*the psyker makes the filthy fish face explode*

>>55088531
Settle down, trooper Thel! The adept has every right to inspect your.... Vehicle...

>he looks around then slinks away into the shadows then into the vents

>>55088483
Im the new mechanicas adept, was I not requested?
>she looks almost confused with what is left of her face

>>55088523

>A simultaneous feeling of fear and elation in his heart, can only nod slowly in answer.

>Otherwise silent, makes to hold his hand with her own.

>>55088563
But major...
She... it... the bus! We take good care of it, its non regulation, we dont want no tampering done to it.

>>55088587
Stay in line and you won't get killed.

>>55088587
yeeees MEEEE! WE WILL NEED OF YOUR SERVICES! please look after the equipment of those willing to let youuuuuhhh

>>55088629
THAT IS NO WAY TO TALK TO A MECHANICUS ADEPT!

>>55088653
Shut up.

>>55088653
prieesst you should calm downnneh... you inspireee norrespect hereeeh...

>>55088601
>Her face would go slightly red, the moment he entwined his hand with her own. A cute little squeak escaping from her.
>She would stiffen up slightly, before pulling him against her. Her voice almost a whisper as she speaks.

...I'm supposed to be teasing you... Not you making me all hot and bothered...

So uhh... Yeah
Are we supposed to be doing something?

>>55088626
No but, trooper. You know the drill. The adept has every right to determine if what you've done to this bus is tech-heresy or not.

And I expect you to fully co-operate with her on this. Am I fully understood?

>>55088701
I BELIEVE THE COMMISSAR SAID SOMETHING ABOUT TAU ON THIS PLANET.
IM NOT AT ALL SURE THOUGH.
WE SHOULD GO AND PURGE THEM

>>55088714
just senD>>55088664 he's fucking op!!!

>>55088714
tau ?
if possible i'd like to have some "thing" on the battlefield

>>55088706
Thank you captain
>continues work

>>55088685

>Her words, while affecting him, are misinterpreted.

>Face visibly falling into a downer of an expression, makes to draw back, as he fears he has offended her greatly.

>>55088536
>The Commissar would cast a strange look towards the blue skinned man before him. Something obviously amiss with him.
>After a moment however. The Elysian Commissar would give the obviously human trooper, a courteous bow.

Very good, trooper! I am glad to see zat someone is adept at stealth!
>>55088553
>>55088587
>>55088182
(By the way. Do you three happen to be in the Field Kit Inspection discord? If not, I can post an invite for you to join.)

>>55088706
I-I... yes sir...
>thel and charlie squad watch the adept woork while visibly disgruntled

(erfierazgz)

>The man would have no gun, only his fists

>>55088765
>She would frown as he struggled to escape her 'clutches'.
>Such an action would only spur her to pull him closer to into her.

I dont know where you're going. I didn't say you could escape.

>She would place a kiss upon his other cheek, before gently nibbling on the top of one of his ears.

>>55088784
You lads should have seen this coming from a mile away. It was obvious form the start, that one of the adept was going to eventually do this.
>>55088753
That would be "Major", Adept.

>>55088498
Erm....what?

>>55088513
Wonderful chap, now let's go, don't pay attention to our new commissar, maybe he's just joking around...

>>55088805

>Slowly, frowns as he curls deeper into her grasp, he rests his head on her shoulder.

>>55088826
Ah, yes, my mistake major.
>burst of machine code meaning filthy fleshbag

>>55088837
I said bring my chimichanga pleas

>>55088880
>She would be a bit surprised by his sudden change. But would quickly enough smile, as she begins to gently pat his head. A small giggle escaping her lips.

We're in public you know. We really shouldn't be doing this sort of thing...

...but that doesn't mean I'm telling you to stop.

>>55088826
Yes sir, should have seen it comin a mile away...
>legitimatly considering putting a claymor behind the adept.

>>55088911
>I'd place my hand around the womans neck, beginning to choke her out
Do not do such things.
>I'd let go of her neck, dropping her to the ground

>>55088893
>Matthias would narrow his eyes at the Mechanicus adept. The feeling in his guy, telling him he had been insulted just now.
>A moment later, he would turn in his heels, and would begin walking away. Realising he was supposed to be at a meeting of regimental commanders, in a few minutes.

>>55088934
>Her eyes would go wide, as the man had begun to choke her. Her body gasping for breath during the short duration.
>When he had let her go. She would have a look of pure anger upon her face.

What in the Emperor's name is your problem! You had no right to do such a thing!

ALLRIGHT THEN
MEN, I SHALL BE LEADING THE HUNTING PARTY FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF PUNY BLUE FISH XENOS, ALL WHO WISH TO JOIN ME SIMPLY FOLLOW!

>>55088905
Do I look like a kitchen worker you idiot? Go get them on your own freak...

>>55088957
You sexually abuse this man when he does not want to be involved. You are not appealing to anyone

>with an echo invigorating the woman, a large voice would blare her ears

Begone

>>55088965
>At this point, Matthias would return.

No need for that, Micheal. I've gotten our latest orders.

We're to get our stuff together, and prepare for a full assault upon a nearby enemy Outpost.

Divisional command wants our regiment at the head of the assault.

>>55088998
Ive nearly finnished, this should all be in working order in a moment. Ill be rinding with charlie squad to test this vehicle.

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>>55088978
>>55088957

>Seeing the argument and fighting between members of the regiment seems too much for him.

>A moment of cowardice overtakes him, and he flees with his hands over his ears, unwilling to acknowledge it, wishing to remain ignorant..

>Running towards the rest of the Regiment, goes off to fight, and thus forget.

>>55088971
NOW NOW, YOUR JOB IS TO RAISE MORALE.
GET THIS MAN HIS ORDER, WHY DO YOU THINK WE KEEP YOU IN THIS REGIMENT?
>>55088998
WONDERFUL, I SHALL REQUISITION ON OF THE CHIMAERAS!

>>55089014
>a chorus of nooooooooo

>>55088998
Oh course sir, I'm always ready to fight. Tally hoo!

>>55089014
Fair enough, Adept.

(By the way. If you haven't done so already, here's a link to our discord channel https://discord.gg/p3T6u3 . It's a great way to keep in touch with us all, and know what's happening with threads)

>>55089029
>Illya would frown at this.
>Prehaps she has teased him too much...

>>55088978
>She would be about to speak up to him, when she had heard the news about the coming battle.

We'll discuss this later...

>With this, she would head off to get ready.

>>55089040
*the priest would have somehow obtained one of the regimental chimaeras and had coated it in an armour of purity seals*
WE HAVE ROOM FOR A FEW MORE IN HERE!

>>55089029
Oh Wolfe, chap how are you? Ready to attack some blueskins?
>>55089103
Lead the way priest!

>>55089103
I am wake from nap, we fighting?

>>55089102
Do it again and you're already dead.
>The man would walk off to prepare for battle, attaching TWO powerfists so each hand

>Quickly, makes his way to the Armory to requisition a Las or Bolt Pistol to compliment the Chainsword he had Inherited.

>>55089122
*the priest would fill the chimaera with assorted generic guardsmen and the praetorian, before closing the door and commanding the driver to head off to the war zone*

>After loading up inside of the regimental command Chimera, alongside a squad of veterans he had taken from the original third company. Matthias would take his seat.
>A few moments later. The Chimera would begin to rubble, as it's engine was started up, and began rolling out of the still under construction military base.

>He would hit his vox bead. Making a final check of it, before sending out a message to each company commander.

Regimental command, to all company commanders. Call in.

>walks out of the armory with an armful of massive plasma guns
Hey everyone! We accidentally got a shipment of those new primaris plasma guns. Who wants one? I heard they don't explode like the older models.

>>55089202
I will ride my steed into battle
>Gets onto my horse

>>55089202
Carlie squad, standing by

>>55089209

>Quickly makes his way over to politely ask for one.

>>55089202
> the bulgryn stands next to the major,his shield held high
I protect, boots come later, do no die okay major

>>55089242
Want one?
>she holds out the bulky gun that comes up to his shoulder

>>55089258

>Carefully, takes the bulky Plasma Rifle.

>Politely gives thanks.

>>55089202
>All across the base, the troops of more than a dozen regiments comprised Mostly of infantry and mechanised regiments that we're carrying them, along with two whole armoured regiments, would begin heading heading out of the main gate towards the initial staging point.
>It would take nearly six hours for the column to make its way there. Much of which had been spent navigating the hazardous terrain, and lava flows.
>Even then, by the time they had arrived. More than a few men, had fallen into various lava pits, along the way, and been burned alive. Their screams still echoing inside the minds of those who had seen it.
>Finally, after making their way through a maze of lava rivers, and rocky chasms. The imperial force, would arrive at the staging point. The bottom of a massive ravine, that would be only a stone's throw away from a brightly lit, and we'll guarded looking Tau base, standing at the center of a wide open, yet rock filled plain.

>>55089305
Use it well... Anyone else? We got like a hundred of them... and grappling hooks

>>55089340
Oooh I would take a grappling hook

>>55089313
READ UP MEN, YOU KNOW THE DRILL, PRIME THAT LAUNCHER, LAOD WEAPONS!
ADEPT! It would be a cryin shame if some terrible accident happened, such as a friendly fire incedent, so keep out of the way, unless we need you.
JUMP TOO, THIS IS IT!

>>55089313

>Looking over the enemy base, sweat on his brow from the unyealding heat and the stress of making sure his squad is not incinerated, voices his doubts about advancing across the open plain without cover.

>>55089340
Wut is grappling hook

>>55089351
Is that a threat seargent?

>>55089347
Sure. Take it.
>she tosses him a big grappling gun

>>55089359
...You know what... They're built for bigger so... take one. it'll bring you up buildings.

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>55089313
Hmm well major Wyvern, do we have a plan?
>Takes out benoculars and begins searching the base for any weaknesses

>>55089391
Hmm, didn't find anything

>>55089381
Oki dokie, I will bring down Da buildings

>>55089377
It may be, it may not be. Who cares, just stay the fuck out of our war, and let us do our job.

>>55089313
>Streches after leaving the chimera
Do you people even know what shower is? Ugh, anyways what are we fighting?

>Taking a moment from berating the squad under his command, asks the Major for orders.

>>55089401
... I don't doubt it... Alright. Let's get going then...

>>55089431
CHEERLEADER, EXCELLENT YOU ARE HERE!
THE MEN NEED ENCOURAGEMENT AGAINST THESE WEAK AND PATHETIC XENOS!

>>55089436
I will follow you personn

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>55089478
*sigh*
Wooo, go Imperium, go guardsmen you are so much better than t'au, wooo

>>55089519
WHAT A SPECTACULAR DISPLAY!
NOW THATS WHAT I CALL CHEERLEADING!
NEXT TIME, DO IT IN YOUR PROPER UNIFORM, NOT THAT ARMOUR BY THE WAY.
>>55089436
ALL FORCES, CHARGE ON MY ORDER IN 3!

>>55089487
Good. Let's get going. The Priest is yelling again...
>she crawls onto a russ hull

>>55089519
Yohoho! Men you heard that! Let's paint this planet blue!

>>55089568
>The bulgryn trots after the Russ, singing about boots the whole time

>>55089391
>Looking through a pair of monoculars. Matthias would examine the enemy position carefully. Trying to determine what the enemy had planned.
>He didn't like what he was seeing.
>Rather than an Ork mining base, like the orbital reports had suggested. What he saw before him, was far, far worse...
>Scattered across the rocky field, was hundreds upon hundreds of crosses. Each one being the mutilated, and rapidly decaying corpse of a human being. Each body more desecrated the further in one got. At the center of which, lay a massive hole in the ground. Surrounding which, stood a small village worth of prefab shelters and hastily erected tents.
>Coming out the hole is masisve waves, were dozens of beaten, mutilated, and starving human workers carry cart loads of rock and minerals.
>Overlooking then were various guards. Most of which were armed with stubbers and auto guns, and drapped in tattered rags, and covered in scars.

>>55089612

>Horror is etched in his features as he looks upon these atrocities, followed by rage at the sight of the slaves.

>Tugging on the Major's sleeve, all but demands that the Regiment attack at once.

>>55089612
>Whenever one of the slaves fell to us knees, or couldn't keep up. A guard would run over, and begin beating him, until he stood up.
>Should such a slave not respond, or be to week to stand up on their own. The guard would move away. Only for something pink and mishapen to run out, and devourer them. Their dying screams echoing loudly throughout the valley, and all the way towards the imperial forces.

>>55089612
*the priest would be enraged*
HOW DARE THEY, THE GREEN SKINNED TAU DARE DO THIS?
THIS IS THE WORST OF HERESIES!
KILL EVERYONE INVOLVED WITH THIS!
CHARGE!
CHARGE!
CHAAARRRGGEEE!

>>55089652
I know how you feel. It's horrible what they're doing down there... But we need a plan of attack. We can't just go rushing in there unprepared.

>Matthias would lower the monoculars to his side before letting it a sigh.

We weren't expecting this sort of thing. If anything, we were expecting an Ork base, overlooking an old imperial mining station. Not this sort of thing...

>>55089612
Oh Emperor, such things usually happen only in domains of chaos...

>>55089664
>Matthias would put his hand up.

Hold on, priest. I don't think these are Tau, or greenskins... If anything, it's far worse.

>Shinji would slowly walk towards the Ork slave facility, hiding his identity in a brown cowl

>>55089684
Might I suggest an armoured advance ahaead of infantry? Plasteel is superior to flesh.

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>>55089612
>>55089654
>The heavily armored figure of Dorn seems to have no change whatsoever in his expression, aside from the slightest clenching of his fists.

Rolled 17, 12 = 29 (2d20)

>>55089695
NO. THERE IS NO HOLDING ON. I DONT CARE WHAT THEY ARE!
MEN, OPEN FUCKING FIRE!
KILL EVERYTHING THAT MOVES!
*roll to take potshots at everything in the enemy camp*

Rolled 20 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>Shinji would rip off his cowl, revealing his large masculine body!

>His dual powerfists would shine as he attacks!

AAAATATATATATATATATTATATATATATATTATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATAAAAAA!

>Slapping his hand repeatedly on the side of a Russ in a rage, orders the driver to advance with his squad behind it.

>>55089708
>>55089718
All right you fork lovers, get over to the discord if you haven't already https://discord.gg/sQQ7CU

>>55089708
>Matthias would nod his head.

Agreed.

>He would hit his vox bead.

Captain Smith. Take your tank company, and circle around to the north, where the rocks are thicker. I'll have our infantry companies move forward, and use the rocks as cover, in an effort keep their focus on us rather than you.

Infantry! Move forward! Use the Chimera's and the rocks as cover!

>>55089695
Will protect you from bad guys major, can I get boots if you no die?

>>55089806
Major! May stay behind and snipe the enemy?

>>55089806
*the captains words would be lost to much of the regiment, the vox drowned out by Michaels blood curdling warcries*
REND THE FLESH OF THE HERETIC!
DESTROY THOSE WHO WOULD DO THIS, TO YOUR FAMILIES, YOUR FRIENDS!
TO WAR!
OBLITERATE EVERYTHING!
LEAVE NONE OF THEM ALIVE!
THE EMPEROR COMMANDS IT!

Rolled 12, 6 = 18 (2d20)

>>55089753
>His fuel powerfists, would manage to blow upon a hole in the enemy wall, big enough for three men to make it through.
>>55089719
>Depsite his distance, he would manage to shoot one of the guards on the wall, in the arm.
>Seeing that they are under attack. The heretic guards all along the walls would begin to open fire with corrupted heavy bolters, and auto guns.
>First roll is for Micheal. Second roll is for Shinji

>>55089806

>With a bellow, orders his squad forward, with him in the front.

Rolled 7 + 1 (1d20 + 1)

>>55089864
*the shot would flare the rosarius, releasing a blinding flash of diving looking light*
THEY TRY AND ATTACK ME, THE HERETICAL MURDERERS!
OBLITERATE THEM!
REMOVE THEM FROM THE EMPERORS SOIL!
*now closer in range, Michaels squad would open fire once again*

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55089864
>Barrington would stand behind a rock and other imperial forces, sniping the enemies on the wall

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55089864
>Shinji would smash his fists into the enemies

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>In the attack with his squad, fires off his Primaris Plasma gun.

Rolled 3 (1d20)

> Steve fires his cannon while covering the major with his shield

Rolled 10, 11, 4, 12, 18, 16 = 71 (6d20)

>>55089939
>A power fist, is a difficult weapon to use. Add in a second one, and such massive weapons are almost too much for his normal human body to bear.

>>55089931
>Barrington and his team of snipers, would manage to put down quite a few enemy guards, on the wall. But because of this, he has also alerted them to their presence.

>>55089904
>An Eviserator is a rather hard to use weapon, considering it's massive size. It's not wonder he and his attacked squad didn't hit anything.

>The guards would organise themselves, and begin to man their defenses as the imperial forces move closer. Many of them many corrupted heavy bolter mounted on the walls, as well as setting up mortar positions near the back of the slave village.

>Mortar fire would begin to rain down around barrington and his team of snipers. First roll.
>Heavy bolters would begin fireing at both Micheal and his men,(second roll) as well as the Eldar witch (third roll).
>Auto guns and stubbers would be fired at shinji from multiple angles. Fourth and fifth roll.
>Lasers would begin to pepper the ground in and around Wolfe's position. Final roll.

>>55090029
Hahahaha you missed you heretical, unshaven, unwashed bastards
>Takes a shot at the mortar crew

>>55090029
>From his position inside atop The command Chimera's Cupola. Matthias would issue an order through the vox network towards the men at the front line.

Form up into two lines, damn you! On my mark, first rank fire!

First rank! Fire! Second rank! Fire!

>Giving up my turn, so that those armed with shooting weapons, can use an additional attack dice

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090029
> as the heretics fight back steve behind his advance, firing surprisingly steady shots while staying in perfect position

Rolled 13, 10, 11 + 1 = 35 (3d20 + 1)

>>55090029
*another flare of the rosarius raises the morale of michaels troops*
PILE IN, HOLD RANK AND FIRE!
*michaels troops, now in a good position would open fire fully at the heretics, first two rolls*
*michael would then revs his eviscerator for the first time in the battle, and swing into the nearest enemy, last roll*

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090055

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55090073
Forgot the second shot

>>55090029

>Las fire peppers his position, and several of his squad fall.

>A shot hits his side, though not immediately fatal. Another beam grazes his Kasrkin Helmet. Cursing, he gives a moment to thank the dead Trader for the Inheritance.

>After a moment passes, he steadies his Plasma gun, and lays down fire on the traitors.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55090099

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55090029
Ohohohoho, you missed ypu pityful creatures
>Charges with her banshee sword
For Khaela- erm For the Emperor

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090099

Apparently I get a second attack, rolling.

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Rolled 73 (1d100)

I shall fortify this position.
>Dorn proceeds to do just that.

Rolled 15, 19, 14, 9, 17, 7 = 81 (6d20)

>>55090062
>His shot gets jammed in the gun for some odd reason. Probably wasn't a good idea to stick that chicken bone and boot in there.

>>55090063
>Other than. Few minor hits, micheal's squad is unable to hit anything.

>>55090073
>His first shots going completely off. His second set of shot however, more than make up for it. Nailing several guards in the head and neck.
>>55090121
>His shits manage to bring down several guards on Manning the heavy bolters.

>>55090123
>For such a well trained race. The Eldar can't hit the broad side of a fucking space barn.

>Mortar fire would once more rain down, upon the regiment's snipers. Including Barrington. First roll
>Seeing the graceful acrobatics of the eldar witch. A group of heretics would open fire upon her, with their auto guns. Second roll
>A set of heavy bolters would open fire upon Matthias and his Chimera. Third roll -1 since the bullgryn is defending him with his masisve slab shield.
>Heavy bolters would begin targeting what was left of Wolfe's squad. Forth roll
>Heretic lasguns would begin firing at the hulk bullgryn. Attempting to put him down. -1 due to the massive slab shield.
>Lasguns and stubbers would begin targeting Micheal and his men. Final roll.

Rolled 17, 18, 7 = 42 (3d20)

>>55090237
SHOOT WITH THE FORCE OF A THOUSAND EXTERMINATUS!
STAB WITH THE FORCE OF SOL ITSELF!
LEAVE. NO. SURVIVORS!
*first 2 rolls for michaels squad, third roll for Michaels eviscerator*

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>55090237
Brace for impact men!
>Sereval snipers die
Come on you bastards
>Continues sniping the mortar team

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>55090237

>Hunkering down with his squad, the Heavy bolters do no more than throw up waves of rock and dirt around him and his squad.

>Ordering a return of fire, adds his own Plasma bursts to it.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090237
>the bulgryn continues firing, blowing the bone and boot Apart in order to kill the heretics

>>55090237
>Takes sereval hits
Gah, good thing these things are even weaker than their usual weapons
>Charges with her sword
Come and take it!

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55090335
Dammit, again

Rolled 18, 12, 3, 12, 18 = 63 (5d20)

>>55090237
Ready men! FIRE!
>Five Ryza-pattern Vanquisher tanks would fire into the heretic forces

Rolled 9, 1, 10, 16, 11, 13 = 60 (6d20)

>>55090292
>Only one shit manges to hit anyone. And even then, it only grazed the bastard.
>>55090302
>One man is put down by their combine dfire.

>>55090312
>Another chicken bone plops out if his gun, and onto the ground. Why are you using chicken bones as ammo?
>>55090280
>Around a dozen foul heretics are put down by Michal and his assigned squad. -1 dice.

>With the majority of the regiment still outside the digsite. The mortar would once again fire off at Barrington and his men. First roll.
>>55090302
>Useing the advantage they have against him and his men. The heavy bolter teams on the walls, would continue to pour bullets into him and his men. Second roll.

>>55090280
>Seeing the trouble that the priest and his men are starting to cause amongst the prisoners. The guards would open fire on the melee users, and several of their fellows would begin engaging in close quarters combat with them. Third and forth rolls.
>>55090312
>Knowing the Ness a bullgryn could cause inside the camp, should he make it. The guards would open fire point blank, with everything they have available. Final roll.
>Sixth roll, is for something entirely outside of combat...

Rolled 59 (1d100)

>>55090495
>Actually, probably should have just used a d100, instead of a d20

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55090495
>After recovering from the outogun shot's, Belasya attacks the heretic forces

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>55090495
> he becomes frustrated with his cannon he throws it at some heretics

Rolled 7, 1, 12 + 1 = 21 (3d20 + 1)

>>55090495
*about 4 of Michaels squad would be felled, this serving to enrage the priest even more than before*
FIX BAYONETS MEN!
CHARGE!
FOR OUR HONOUR, AND THE EMPEROR!
*first 2 dice are guardsman melee, last one is Michael melee*

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55090495

.>Inspired by the Heretic's horrific aim, he and his squad open fire while attempting to advance closer to their positions.

Rolled 7, 8 = 15 (2d20)

>>55090495
Come on bobby you can shoot it better than that
>He would take a shot at mortar crew, first roll
Men destroy those mortar operators!
>His team begins sniping, second roll

Rolled 2, 1, 13 = 16 (3d20)

>>55090495
>His Chimera, alongside the vast majority of the regiment infantry forces, would finally be within Striking distance, and would proceed to open fire.

>>55090495
>>55090385
[Spoiler]Really... [/spoiler]

Rolled 63 (1d100)

>>55090541
>Her power sword would gracefully cut through the air and heretics alike. Causing dark red blood, to rain down upon both her, and those around her.

>>55090563
>Ok once again, another chicken bone would fire out of the Bullgryn's gun. Stop putting then in there! Those go in the trash!

>>55090571
>Most of Michal attacks would miss their marks. Many of his men are too busy attempting to dodge and weave incoming bayonet and knife attacks.

>>55090600
>The gunners would simply get behind cover as the shits harmlessly ping off the metal walls.

>>55090614
>His shots fail to connect.
>>55090645
>Most of the men are too exhausted from charging across open ground to successfully hit their marks.
>Rolling for something else before doing attacks.

>>55090683
>Shit, sorry, I forgot about yours
>The vanquisher shells sadly are meant to take out tanks, not infantry. As such, the armour piercing shells do little against the infantry assembled.
>However, those shots that's connect with the walls, manage to make a massive dent in the heretics walls. Destroying number heavy bolter emplacements.

>>55090741
Fuck you and your fucking bullshit. I'm out

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>55090708

>Seeing the gaps in their defenses beginning to manifest, orders his squad to concentrate fire on the remaining Heavy Bolter emplacements.

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>55090708
> he picks up the cannon, hoping it could be useful for once, he fires at a large horde of heretics

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090708
>Continues slashing the heretics
Come on and just jump into the magma lake and stop wasting our time!

Rolled 6, 4 = 10 (2d20)

>>55090708
>Barrington and his team continue sniping the enemy positions

Rolled 10, 20, 13, 4, 18 = 65 (5d20)

>>55090708
>Seeing as how much of the outer wall has been destroyed. The surviving heretics would grab hold of those heavy bolters that they could, before pulling back towards the shanty village, where they and their compatriots would be slightly safer.
>In the confusion, several troopers would begin reporting to their superiors having spotted what appeared to be a runner making his or her way towards the mines, saying that they had made it there before they could do anything about it.

>With enemy tanks now firing upon them. The mortars would switch targets to Captain Smith and his tanks. First roll.
>This still engaged with Michal and his men, would continue pressing their attack. Second roll
>The heavy bolters would begin firing at the elder witch. Third roll.
>Autoguns and stubbers would fire off towards Wolfe and his remaining squadmates. Fourth roll.
>>The rats if the heretic forces would begin firing at matthias and his men.

>>55087551
dice+2d6

Rolled 16, 12, 14 + 1 = 43 (3d20 + 1)

>>55090708
DESTROY THEM ALL!
*combat same as last time, 2 guardsmen and then Michael melee*

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d6)

>>55087551

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55090847
>After sereval hits
Oh you oafs...
>Continues her attack

Rolled 19, 13 = 32 (2d20)

>>55090847
Okay they seem to have forgotten about us, focus on the bolters!
>Barrington and his men begin sniping the heavy bolter teams

Rolled 6, 2 = 8 (2d20)

>>55090847

>With the accuracy of the enemy fire plummeting, orders his squad to charge as close as can be, returning fire along the way.

1> dice for guardsmen, 1 dice for Wolfe.

>The private would attempt to shoot at some heavy bolter emplacements with his lasgun

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>55090936

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55090847
> the bulgryn keeps firing at the horde, real bullets coming at, hopefully he does jam something in there again...

>>55090926
>>55090880
>The combined effort of the two squads, is enough to level the playing field, and free up Michal and his team. -1 dice
>>55090899
>Her wounds would be starting slow her down. Blood dripping out if her armour, before sizzling away once it hit the ground.
>>55090930
>Although they fail to hit anything. Their charge does surprise quite a few enemies.

>>55090385
>Combined with the plasma cannons and heavy bolters, would cause the majority of the foul chaos worshippers to begin fleeing towards the mines.
>However...

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55091028
> the bulgryn's rage is palpable, he cant hit anything, he launches another salvo

>>55091028
>The moment that the first heretics had begun pouring inside the mines was the moment when they began immediately being thrown high up into the, before being sent crashing down to the ground below from wence they had come. Their bodies broken and bloody, as if they had been hit by the force of a landspeeder.
>Those heretics that had seen this, would immediately begin heading back to the fight, as if whatever they had just seen, was far scarier than what was coming out of the mines...

Rolled 20, 19 = 39 (2d20)

>>55091078
Another volley mate!
>Barrington and his team start shooting returning enemies
>Calls over vox
Erm Major? It seems like there's something in those mines, something that can scare the heretics...be careful

>>55091028
>Because of her wounds Belasya would retreat from the fort and stop near the chimeras
Arrgh, medic! Is there anyone who can help me?

Rolled 17, 3, 10 + 1 = 31 (3d20 + 1)

>>55091078
STAIN THE SOIL WITH HERETICS BLOOD FOR THE EMPEROR!
REND THEIR FLESH WITH BAYONET AND BLAST FOR YOUR IMPERIUM!

Rolled 11, 17, 8, 20, 6, 14 = 76 (6d20)

>>55091078
>Moments later. Ten hulking forms would begin to slowly make their way out from the entrance to the mines. Their forms covered head to toe in massive, bulky armour plating and spikes painted the colour of worked iron, with black and yellow stripes covering the right leg pauldrons. Each figure standing almost twice the height of an average man, and carrying what could only be portable autocannons mounted upon their wrists.
>Upon each of their right pauldrons, would be a skull make of wrought iron.

"Worshipers and followers of the corpse Emperor! Kill them, lest they ruin our plans! Iron within, iron without!"
>The first two rolls would be autocannon shots being fired toward Michal (1st) and wolfe(2nd), massive arm sized shells being ejected from the chamber with each shot. Each at +2
>The next set of shots, would be back mounted missiles being fired toward the bullgryn Steve, (3rd roll), and the eldar witch(fourth).
>The cultists would fire back at the private Heinrich (5th roll) and matthias (final roll.)

>>55091211
>After receiving missile, Belasya would fly towards the soldiers and lose consciousness

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>55091211

>Eyes wide, calls a warning of Traitor Marines, before he is cut short by A blast of fire.

>Autocanon rounds blast away half of his remaining squad to mush, and his left arm below the elbow ceases to exist.

>Mind reeling from shock, is left stumbling about from the pain, he fires off his Plasma weapon several times due to an involuntary twitch on the trigger.

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>55091211
> the bullgryn covers himself with the shield while firing at the the enemy

>>55091211
Oh this can't be good, come on men, fire at them!
>Barrington and his team begin sniping the Terminators
>Over vox
Where's the artillery?

Rolled 17, 18 = 35 (2d20)

>>55091307

>>55091211
*a violent burst of golden light streaks from the rosarius as Michael stares down an autocannon*
THIS.
THIS IS.
THIS IS FUCKING HERESY!
FUCKING HERETICS!
KILL THEM ALL!
FUCKING KILL THEM ALL!
*first two attacks are guardsmen, last is Michael*

Rolled 15, 5, 18 + 1 = 39 (3d20 + 1)

>>55091361

Rolled 1, 17, 5, 16, 6 = 45 (5d20)

>>55091280
>The shot goes wide. Hitting a building, rather than anything important.

>>55091297
>A dozen heretics are torn into various prices by his shots. Although not all of them died. You doubt those who survived will be partaking in this battle.

>>55091323
>Several shits manage to Pierce through the joints and armour of several Terminators. Granted, they don't go down.

>>55091375
>>55091361
>As Michal Eviserator begins tearing open the side of the one of the Terminators. The chaos infused space marined would grab hold of Micheal, and would begin firing autocannon rounds (rounds that tear through tanks), point blank into him. First roll at +5. Will kill both Micheal and the Marine, should the total hit or exceed 20.
>Several Terminators would swing their guns around to fire autocannon rounds toward Steve the bullgryn. 2nd roll +3
>Missiles are once more fired off the backs of several Terminators, into the crowd of imperial forces that are attacking. 3rd roll into Barrington, fourth into Heinrich.
>The remaining heretics would open fire upon matthias and the rest if the regiment. Final roll

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>55091511
> the bulgryn swings to the terminator, firing at the joints the best he can

Rolled 10, 12 = 22 (2d20)

>>55091511
They missed chaps, keep firing! Focus on one!
>Barrington's team begins to focus their fire at one of the terminators

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>>55091511

>Between the shock of his wounds, the terror of the Traitor Terminators, and the brutal casualties suffered by his own squad, panic engulfs his mind.

>Fear and survival instinct clouding his mind, throws himself toward the nearest piece of cover.

>While he panics, what is left of his squad attempts to return fire, however futile it seems.

Rolled 20, 3, 20 + 1 = 44 (3d20 + 1)

>>55091511
*michael would look smug as the autocannon jammed before doing anything*
PRESS THE ADVANTAGE!
ALL MEN, CLEAVE THAT TERMINATOR IN TWO!
BAYONET CHARGE!
AND YOU!
*points his eviscerator toward the marine that grabbed him*
PREPARE TO MEET YOUR GODS OF RUIN IN DAMNATION
*roll guardsman dogpile onto the terminator that attacked Michael and michaels attacks into the terminator with his eviscerator, a weapon capable of destroying tanks*

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55091584

Dammit, forgot to roll.

>>55091584
GET THE FUCK OFF THE GROUND, PICK UP YOUR GUN, SHOOT IT INTO THE HERETICS OR SO HELP ME EMPEROR, I WILL CLEAVE YOU IN FUCKING TWO!

>>55091584
> the bulgryn runs over and covers the sarge, he whispers to him
You owe me boots

Rolled 19, 8, 20, 14, 14 = 75 (5d20)

>>55091562
>Steve would now engage the Terminator in hand to hand combat.
>His mail manages to make several dents in the armor, but little else.
>>55091573
>Their shots uselessly ping off the thick armour plates. Doing nothing but annoying their occupants.
>>55091586
>With the help of his remaining squad mates, whom the Marine as to sway away like flies. Micheal is able to completely Eviserate the Marine. The man inside screaming with rage and pain, as his insides are torn from him, and splattered across Micheal in his entirety. Covering him head to toe in metal pieces of armour, and human visera.
>>55091599
>His squad can do little against such overwhelming armour.

>The Terminators would rage against the priest's action. As such, two of them would turn their guns towards him, and would open fire at point blank range with autocannons. First roll, +3
>The Terminator that steve was fighting against, would attempt to strike a blow against him with a thunder hammer. Second roll, +2
>A missile barrage would rain down against both Barrington position (third roll) and Wolfe's (fourth).
The heretic forces would be far too busy dealing with the rest if the regiment.

Rolled 4, 3 = 7 (2d20)

>>55091765
> Steve slams the shield into the terminator, making him lose balance, steve stomps one him(first roll) and blasts the heretic im the face with his cannon (second roll)

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55091765

>Blood flies as what is left of his squad is annihilated.

>With a splash of hot blood against his face, panics, and fires off several quick bursts of Plasma at the enemy.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55091765
*an autocannon shot would slam into Michael, his rosarius releasing an absurd, blinding cascade of golden light as it struggles to stop the autocannon from killing its user*
*michael would be hit square in the chest by the blast and sent flying backwards, a trail of michaels own blood and terminator viscera trailing his arc through the sky, and following his landing into the regiments back lines*
*roll to blind that one terminator I know is stupid enough to not wear a helmet*

Rolled 12, 11 = 23 (2d20)

>>55091765
>As the missile barage hit the Barringtons team, he flew into the rocks
Gah, let's hope my arm holds out at least for this battle
Keep shooting mates, focus on one!

Rolled 13, 7 = 20 (2d20)

>>55091765
Aiop friends, let's bring them back to their hole!
>First roll for cannon
>Second roll for bolters

Rolled 14, 19, 1, 11 = 45 (4d20)

>>55091844
>Ok be of the rapid fire shots goes and blasts a cultist to dust, while the other would scortch the armor of one of the Terminators. Melting it substantially.
>"The weak fight back?"
>>55091854
>Sadly each if them is fully equipped it would seem.

>>55091862
>The shots ping uselessly against their armour.
>>55091908
>The shots ping uselessly against their armour.

>Turning their attention towards the tanks. Several iron warrior Terminators would fire off missiles toward it. First two rolls.
>>55091809
>The iron warrior he was fighting against, would roll out of the way, before bringing his thunder hammer to bear against the abhuman before him.
>Die, meat!" Third roll.
>Wolfe would have the Terminator he had shot at, upon fire upon him with an autcannon. Final roll.

>>55091765
*the remainder of michaels forces would take the moment to regroup to their leaders position, with only 3 of them left*

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>55091962

>Despite the pain and the shock, with a shaking hand, fires off several more bursts of Plasma.

>>55091962
>Making a fix for the attack from the Leman Russ tank.
>One if the warriors would find his left arm completely missing, as well as his missile pack.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>55091962
> steve slams the shield into the terminator's throat, hoping to kill him if it hits

Rolled 10, 4 = 14 (2d10)

>>55091962
>Takes a sip of whiskey to ease the pain
Okay chaps, go for the eyes and joints!
>Sniper team takes shots at one of the terminators

Rolled 15, 17 = 32 (2d20)

>>55092050
Wrong dice

Rolled 8, 16 = 24 (2d20)

>>55091962
Ahaha good going there, what what do you mean they destroyed our engine?
>Leman Russ stops at it's tracks, immobile
Ahh dammit! Okay fix it them, we have battle to win. FIRE!
>First roll battle cannon
>Second roll heavy bolters

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>Fires my lasgun into the iron warriors, pls don't ignore my rolls

Rolled 10, 3, 9, 19 = 41 (4d20)

>>550920527

>Sadly their attack have little to no effect upon them.

>>55092064
>The shot manages to take out the Terminator that had been hit by the earlier battle cannon shot.
>>55092106
>The shell would go wide, and utterly miss it's mark. However, the heavy bolters manage to do a small amount of damage to several Terminators.

>As revenge for the death of their fellows. The Terminator would fire off a series of missiles towards Barrington . First roll. And towards the Leman Russ. Second roll.
>The Terminator still engaged in combat with Steve, would attempt to swing his thunder hammer into him. Third roll.
>A series of autcannon shells would be fired towards Wolfe. Last roll.

Rolled 14, 16 = 30 (2d20)

>>55092269
>steve grabs a sharp chunk of metal and slams into the enemy, then follows it up with a shield bash into the flamming wreak behind the terminator

>>55092197
>You posted right after I started typing. Sorry!
>The shots manage to do little more than to scortch the armor, and damage a few joints.

Rolled 7, 20 = 27 (2d20)

>>55092269
Hah! I'm claiming this ones head! Great job lads, drinks on me!
But that's after the fight. FIRE!

>>55092269

>Unable to comprehend what had happened, only realizing now that he is laying on his back.

>With what little strength he has left, he brings his head up to see that the Autocannon rounds have left a large hole in the left side of his stomach.

>It is all he can do to remain conscious, unless he receives medical attention, he will likely not last.

>He has no strength to move, and thus is out of action, for now.

>He seems to have been blasted close to friendly lines, however.

Rolled 17, 10 = 27 (2d20)

>>55092269
Okay men, they missed!...greatly
FIRE!
>First for cannon
>Second roll for bolters

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>55092374
>>55092336
>>55092310
>The combined fire power, manages to bring down a total of three Terminators. Leaving four left alive out of the original ten.

"Slay them! Leave none left standing before our might!

>Deciding to finish off the Leman Russ, two fo the remaining in in ng Terminators bring their missiles t ok bear upon it. First roll.
>The remaining two iron warrior Terminators, would begin firing their autocannons towards Steve. Final roll,

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>55092425
>It didn't do my other roll. Second roll for steve

Rolled 5, 7 = 12 (2d20)

>>55092425
Hah missed again! What, can't hit a plain side of a cliff with missiles?
FIRE!
>First roll for cannon
>Second for bolters

>>55092438
His shield blocks some of the blows but steve Is still wounded, he is now falling back to imperial lines with a disabled leg

Rolled 12, 9 = 21 (2d20)

>>55092425
Great job Willian, you can claim that ones head!
Now continue firing!

Rolled 15, 12 = 27 (2d20)

>>55092475
>>55092460
>Their weapons can do little against their armour.

>Kill the enemy! Tear them limb from limb, brothers!"

>A missile barrage would be fire towards the Leman Russ (first roll,) and while the rest would begin firing autcannon at Barrington and his men.

Rolled 10, 2 = 12 (2d20)

>>55092504
>Autocannon would kill one of his men
Keep firing!

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>55092504
Okay that one...kinda hut...
What'da ya mean bolters are out? Is engine running? Good.
FIRE!
>Russ fires the cannon

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>55092504
>Pulling himself out of his Chimera's Cupola. He and a squad of men would push forward, in an effort to help.
>Firing

Rolled 6, 12 = 18 (2d20)

>>55092589
>The shell would impact one of the Terminators dead center of his chest. Ripping through it, and leaving a giant hole in it's wake.
>The remaining three Terminators would open fire. Two firing a missile barrage towards the tank. The other firing at Matthias and his men.

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>55092624
>One of Matthias' men would be blown apart by a stray autocannon shell, while the rest would quickly take cover, and open fire.

Rolled 5, 20 = 25 (2d20)

>>55092624
Okay chaps, they forgot about us, fire!
>>55092636
Major what took you so long?

>>55092624
Ooookay they missed again. Is bolter fixed? No? Dammit....
FIRE
>Leman Russ's cannon fires at the enemy

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>55092624
>a loud voice would be heard yelling, that could only being to the new Commissar

UNKNOWN! REGIMENT!!!!

>Charging forward, with his power sword in hand. The Commissar would attempt to cleave one of Terminators.

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>55092701
Whoops

>>55092666
We've been busy clearing out the rest of these damned heretics, and freeing the slaves!

>>55092709
>>55092666
>The combined might of both a sniper shot, as well as a well placed sword thrust, would be enough to put down the heretic Marine for good.

>Upon seeing the half naked Elysian Commissar running towards, and assisting in killing on of their own. The two remaining Terminators, would fire upon him.

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>55092776

Rolled 6 (1d20)

>>55092796
>Seeing as how the iron warriors were busy dealing with the new Commissar. Matthias and his squad would open fire with everything they had.

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>55092776
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE!
>Russ fires the main cannon
Is bolter still broken? No? Well it's too late now

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>55092796
>Adrenaline pumping through him, from his latest kill. The Commissar would charge the two Marines, with his power sword, and attack.

>>55092776
> Steve is seen wearing the boots of the terminator he killed, he his trying to reset his leg even though it's not there anymore

Rolled 8, 16 = 24 (2d20)

>>55092776
Okay chaps, finish them!
Fire!
>>55092819
I see, send someone from medicae to help the priest, Wolfe and...eldar