WH40K Spec-Ops: Mission 1

[QuailLover]

He switched to a high powered single shot, when the Orks broke cover. He began placing well aimed shots at the orks. A few shots from the orks came extremely close, but Ben was not shaken at all. Two orks remained, in the charge.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

One of the Orks jumped down right next to Corun. Corun screamed out something and fired at point blank range with his Hellgun. The Ork stumbled back, roared...and then was silenced from another blast.

The Corporal murmured thanks to the Emperor.

 

[A_Mustang]

The last ork was closing quickly into sergeant, whom grunted with distaste and squeezed the trigger of his hellpistol. A long burst chewed into the ork's chest, melting flesh, blubber and bone, but the ork kept charging. And Hethols kept firing.

The beast was only a few feet away when the heat of the hellpistol finally burned through the beast's chest, severing the spine; it dropped into a thrashing heap before the veteran, and Hethols paused only to adjust his fire, and melt the beast's head.

He ceased fire. The hellpistol's barrel glowed cherry red, steam pouring off it, while the white skull of the ork laying in a boiling pit of mud, green remains of the body twitching violently.

"Burn forever in the warp, foul xenos." He said, face stoic as a rock, but voice more poisonous then demon blood.

The ork fire dissipated. A few shoota boys in the foliage where picked off one by one, accurate Kasrkin lasermen honing in on the loud, flashy, inelegant shoottas and dispatching their owners with pinpoint return fire.

"On me, Corun." The Sereant said calmly, picking up and sprinting to the other side of the streambed. His boots left deep imprints and sank somewhat, but he remained unimpeded. He reached the other side after a few, long moments, crouching a few feet into the foliage on the side.

 

[RalliX]

Aurora had managed to stop the bleeding, and the Major hoisted himself to his feet.
The small group of Orks seemed to have been eliminated, and Logan asked over the squad radio if the area was clear.
Receiving a positive response from the squad, he ordered everyone to leapfrog across the stream, and then continue North.

"The objective is not far, and the enemy will have heard the fire. Stay under cover and avoid engagement." He said.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Corun nodded, and called out in response to Hethol. "Aye Sarge!" He followed Hethol and tapped the other man on the shoulder once to announce his presence. The Corporal kept his Hellgun at the ready and sprinted after the Sergeant across the stream, stopped briefly by the mud at one point. He swore quietly and finally got out of it, continuing forward.

Upon reaching the other side of the stream, he crouched down into the foliage. The green carapace armor blending with the foliage rather well, and he began to look around at their current surroundings.

 

[QuailLover]

Ben waited for Corun's signal to continue the bounding overwatch. He advanced forward, when the signal was given, and he ran forward to his point and stopped into a crouch. Ben watched the horizon for a few moments and then signaled to the next person to move forward.

 

[A_Mustang]

Sergeant Hethols twitched idly as another laserman ran past, as the unit began to bound. Hellpistol barrel have cooled down from red hot, he shoved back into the holster, taking his missile launcher back into two hands. Turning to Corun, he nodded. "You're lead." 

 

[RalliX]

The lack of a gunshot's presence from the Orks at the moving troopers indicated to the Major that they would not be shooting again any time soon. Just as much as the green porcine corpses scattered across the forest floor.

The men filed across the shallow flowing water, and Logan followed up, everyone soon again under the wooded, brush-filled canopy. He took a moment to load a new magazine into his rifle as he marched.

It took only two minutes for the squad to cross the 500 meters of vegetated terrain. "Form a staggered line when we reach the edge of the woods. Get to concealment as soon as you see the complex. We'll need those AA towers designated, and I don't want to be shot at while we're doing it."

The Major squinted through the branches and bushes to get an idea of where the trees ended, even as the men moved into spaced positions behind and to the left or right of the point-man.

 

[QuailLover]

The line was formed, as soon as they get to the edge of the woods. Immediately, Ben saw one AA tower, and whispered it's position. There were a few orks here and there around the tower. 

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Corun eyed the tower and the orks. He glanced back at Hethol and shrugged. "Do we want to blow it up? Or do we want to do this quietly?" He pat his knife. "I'm fine either way Major." He nodded at the commanding officer. The young Kasrkin Corporal stayed in a crouch, licking his lips as he prepared.

 

[A_Mustang]

Sergeant Hethols glanced up, spying the AA tower and orks. There where a ton of runts, all manning the thing. About two mobs hung about, small ones, varying between the regular "Slugga" hack and slash orks and a band of "Shoota" boys. Figuring that the major would rather laser designate the targets for a long range strike rather then risk closing in and being overwhelmed, he laid low and did some figuring for his rocket launcher. 

 

[RalliX]

"Do we want to blow it up? Or do we want to do this quietly?" He pat his knife. "I'm fine either way Major." He nodded at the commanding officer.

"A stealthy approach would be preferable, were it successful, but I don't think there's enough concealment to get anyone close to those towers unspotted."
Logan fiercely absorbed every detail he could muster from his eyesight. The structures bearing the AA cannon were points of interest.
Large bore, probably chain-link fed in the interest of fire rate. The towers exhibited edges and grooves which made him suspect they were able to swivel 360 degrees. All in all, a simple anti-CAS mechanism.

The Major popped up his radio and spoke. "Valyrie 1, this is Charlie Squad, we are in position to lase, and we will have targets for you in a moment, over."
Immediately Aurora was placing the laser on the joint between the turret and the structure underneath one of the towers.

 

[RalliX]

A moment later, the tower opened fire over the trees behind the squad. The thunderous roar of the AA cannon pumped pounds of ordnance towards the South.
Valyrie 1 opened comms with a yell. "Charle Team! We are unable to provide air-support! Those guns are locked on, and we're pulling back until they're down! Over!"
"Roger that Valyrie 1, we can handle this, over."
Logan swore under his breath. He should have considered the potential range of the AA tower. Now that the Orks knew there was an Imperial assault craft so far north of the battle-lines, they might connect the dots and figure out that there are enemies in the jungle South of them. "This is gonna be tight."

The Major opened up comms with Bravo Team.
"Bravo, this is Charlie Actual, we need you to disembark and provide mortar support. Do you copy?" He spoke, calmly enough.
He got a quick, curt, and blood-thirsty reply from the weapons team leader. "This is Bravo Actual, we read L&C, ETA for mortar support two minutes, over."

With that, the Major turned to Hethol. "Looks like you'll find a use for that thing after all, Sergeant. Get 'er loaded with something strong enough to kill those guns. Hold fire until Bravo's ready to rain down. I don't want to reveal our positions and not have something for those Orks to eat first. That would be just rude." He smiled.

 

[A_Mustang]

Sergeant Hethols nodded, disarming the rocket and removing the frag warhead, before quickly loading a Krak. It shifted into place with an audible thunk, and in a dozen moments had the weapon armed and ready to go. He turned and whispered to Corun. "Be ready with the next few missiles... we'll have to be able to get them off quick." With a quick cheak of the back and forward blast, he glanced at the major. "Tube's up."

 

[RalliX]

"Tube's up."
"Roger." The Major retorted. A moment passed, the Sergeant holding the launcher in position. The Stormtroopers crouched, lined up at the edge of the forest, faces hidden in shade. In their hearts and minds was a sickly mixture of apprehension and confidence, a single mistake ready to release the mongrel foe upon them in a quick and violent outburst of killing.

The mortar crew radioed in with "Charlie: Bravo is touchdown, and prepared to give fire support, over."
"Copy that Bravo, fire order on objective, 5 salvoes, 25 meter spread."
"Roger Roger, Charlie Actual. Over."

In mere seconds, High explosive mortar shells would light up the surface area of the compound.

"Open Fire."

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Corun had the missiles within easy reach of him, and had one cradled within his arm. "Ready to reload." He stared at the missile head through the mask. Each Missile had been written on by Corun. 'For The Emperor', 'In His Name', 'Xenos Filth', 'Colonels Birthday Bash'. Corun was apparently a creative bastard as well. He grinned behind his mask and waited for the fireworks.

 

[A_Mustang]

Hethols took a knee, looking down his sights and fully arming the rocket. He aimed in on the central support of the AA gun, hoping to snap it with one shrewd blow, sending it, and the runts and shoota boyz around it, plunging down on the orks grouped around the bottom. If the rocket failed to drop the structure, he would aim at the gun itself, opting to simply reduce the CAS cannon to scrap metal. At this range, he would easily be able to hit both, and the rapid rate they could load, lock and fire the rockets meant that a miss or failed hit wouldn't be to detrimental to affect the outcome of the fight.

Despite the order to open fire, he waited a few moments, to carefully lock in the target. Then, he heard what he was waiting for.

"Splash, over."

*WHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh* *Whump**Whump**Whump*

The rounds hit home, peppering orks with shrapnel. Most threw themselves to the ground instinctively, where some lay still and other thrashed about. Hethols raised his voice, glancing behind him to check backblast again. "Check LEFT! Check RIGHT! ROCKET!" He squeezed the trigger.

*PHHSWHW*

*WHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh* *Whump**Whump**Whump*

 

[RalliX]

The entire squad let loose their lasguns on the screaming greenskins that remained, who only lived to see another moment before another three mortar salvoes fell on them, ripping them to pieces with precision. The final shell landed, and Logan reported to Bravo.
"This is Charlie Actual. Excellent effect on target. Hold Fire, over."
"Roger Charlie. Awaiting further orders."

Grimm faced his men. "Check the bodies and clear the surface. Then regroup at the southern entrance."
The Major walked out from the shade, and observed the crater-splattered scape, discharging his rifle in the face of a twitching xeno.
"Valyrie 1, Objective AA defenses are down, it is safe to approach, over."

 

[QuailLover]

As with the rest of the team, Ben quickly advanced towards the strewn bodies of Orks.

I'll just use my knife, he decided, no need to use any ammo uncessarily.

It's sometimes a pretty messy job, to dispatch an ork with just a knife, but it gets the job done. Normally they would get a flamer squad to do this, so it would kill the reproductive spores, but with no flamer in the group... Guess that is something to get the CO to talk to HQ about. After dispatching two orks, Ben went over to the southern entrance and started inspecting the door. When Logan Grimm arrived Ben asked, "What kind of entry do you want? Loud or quiet?"

 

[A_Mustang]

Hethol's rocket had been blessed by the emperor, and hit true. The AA gun had fallen, taking it's runts and shootas with it, into the mortar and laser barrage. Ork dead lay strewn about, and Hethols was examining the door with a keen eye. Another Krak had been loaded, and it would do well in the door. "A have a missile here and a place to put it," He said idly to the storm trooper. "Shall I make us a entryway, sir? Last chance to use a rocket, anyways..."