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I've written the report in story format, I hope you enjoy. I was the ork Player in this battle:
Swiftly the Ultramarine’s battle barge Seditio Oppimere, and the black templar’s enormous ‘The eternal crusader’ battle barge approached the splinter fleet of the Tyranid hive fleet Behemoth in high orbit above Marcion V. The venerable first company of the received the command to prepare operation ‘storm and fury’, just as their fellow crusader battle brothers made their own preparations. While the marines entered their drop pods on both warships, the Seditio Oppimere targeted the Norn Queen and began charging its customized deadly main cannon. Meanwhile, the attendant fleets prepared to fend off incoming Tyranid space-monstrosities.
The Seditio Oppimere shifted its huge and numerous orbital bombardment batteries to face directly from its underbelly to the planet’s surface. The target was the outskirts of a small city just outside Hells Reach Hive. At first glance such a small pathetic city seems an idiotic objective to waste lives on. But the space marines had researched planned and prepared well, as they always do. They knew that very near the intended drop zone was an immense orbital laser that, once brought back online could help turn the tide of the battle in space. The Ultramarines of the first company knew well their objective. However, they would have to stick to their planning without wavering from it. Focusing too much on killing the Tyranid swarms infesting the city may stop them from achieving victory this day. Only if you knew their true history with the Great devourer might you be able to consider the implications for these most disciplined of marines. To resist engaging themselves completely in fighting the beast that had killed so many of their battle brothers, those closest to them, their ‘family’. Is such a task possible for a marine, the most hardened super-warrior in the galaxy? Only time would tell. As the final guns locked into position, operation ‘Storm and Fury’ set into motion. First a bright flash came from the head of the Seditio Oppimere, and then in an instant, a massive shockwave spread out from the Vaporized Norn-queen.
Within moments the Eternal Crusader began pulverizing the surface of the planet with 10,000 tonnes of explosive power from over 100 twin-batteries. Immediately after the firing ceased hundreds of drop-pods and thunderhawk gunships began their speedy descent through the clear atmosphere of Marcion V. The first drop pods pounded into the molten earth, which was still heated from the orbital devastation, they made a deafening ‘thud!’ sound. Immediately each burst open one after another. Over 100 newly trained first company terminators poured out along with 200 crusader marine and terminator allies. Thunderhawks shortly arrived and brought with them several venerable dreadnoughts, land raider crusaders and even Marneus Calgar with terminator retinue, as well as the Crusader’s current Emperor’s Champion.
The initial resistance from the Tyranids was minimal, and most of them retreated for reasons at the time unknown to the marine forces. However, the marines would not misjudge the cunning of such a brutal and relentless enemy, so they dug in fortifications and prepared their lines for a counter-attack that was shortly to come. The skies grew dark and patchy with what seemed like clouds. However this was just an indicator to the sheer size of the fleet-to-fleet battle raging above. Every now and then, a blinding flash like the flash of thunder would indicate an explosion of one of the many capital ships now heavily locked in combat above. Ash began to pour from the sky as gravity pulled a growing number of ship-carcasses towards the planet, some of which burned up instantly in the atmosphere, others of which broke into chunks and smashed around the marines, nearly missing several squads.
With explosive flashes like thunder, and hot ash like rain, the ultramarines and Crusaders grew fierce with anticipation and the challenge not to be out-fought by their space faring brothers. Soon enough, the sound of a thousand hooves thundered and shook the earth around them. The full extent of the Tyranid counter-attack came into view, with zoanthropes reavers and a monstrous hierodule backing a huge swarm of gaunts and genestealers. The marines stood firm, warriors of steely will and iron discipline such as theirs could not be intimidated. Revenge was on the minds of the Ultramarines of the first company. The Templars and Ultramarines would bring justice to these wretched scum slaughterers of their fellow marine brethren. On the outskirts of the city they stood awaiting the coming tide. Their armour as their unbreakable shield, their bolter fire as their shining sword, and their will power as their unstoppable wrath. No Alien scum would survive this day, Marneus Calgar would assure this to his last breath!
The Ork Bigmek Toof’un Zapbanga peered through the window of his hidden bunker out towards the two huge armies now facing eachother. Unbeknownst to both sides the Bigmek had been there for hours before the marine’s arrival. His boss, Gorbad Gutslasher had recently joined forces with the legendary Ghazkghull Thraka. Part of Gutslasher’s ‘loyalty test’ was to raid an unsuspecting imperial planet with Ghazkghull supervising and assessing his new allies skills as a commander. However by the time the Ork fleet arrived the planet had already been overrun by Tyranids. Wanting to avoid a space battle in-lieu of a more proper Ork loved ground battle. Ghazkghull used his tele-porter technology from the Armageddon wars to directly beam down a small party of Ork boys led by Gorbad’s Bigmek Zapbanga. Zapbanga knew that the best fight comes to the patient Ork, and so gladly sent the boys in first to draw out the enemy. The boys never returned and Zapbanga was about to go into the city and see what happened when the marine boys and ugly slimey-spikey boys showed up.
Zapbanga had never seen such menacingly tough looking beasts, other then Orksies offcourse. He just knew this was gonna be a real good fight, the marine boys even sent their Eavy-Armoured boyz to the fight. “Right” he thought. “Ais betta tell da boss dere’s a big fight goin’ on down ‘ere. He’ll have me head fer sure if he misses it”. He turned to his grot gun-krew and picked one up. “GET DA BOSS TO COME DOWN NOW! TELL HIM DERES A BIG FIGHT AND HE DON’T WANNA MISS IT!” he shouted into the partially deaf grots ear. Grots were stupid he thought, such big ears and they don’t even hear better then Orks. The grot relayed the message. Zapbanga didn’t want to let his boss take all the fun away yet though. He’d take a trophy for himself first. He picked up his Shock-attack-gun and scanned the battlefield through the targeter. Hmmm how about that big shiny black Marine-Stompy-Dready boy with all the pansy flags and stuff? Yep, that’d be his to mess with after the battle.
Zapbanga’s grin widened till every last one of his enormous teeth was bared. He took aim and fired. Zap felt something had gone strangely wrong, and realised suddenly that he was being pulled through the warp-tunnel, not his grots. “HAR, HAR!” He laughed to himself as he thought about how funny it must look with a big Ork being sucked into a gun. His body instantaneously materialized at the other end of the tunnel. Zap looked up into the metal face of his target, and felt a sharp-hot pain as its arm ripped his lower half from its counter-part. Zap pounded his fists against its leg as it dropped his upper torso to the ground. He rolled his remaining body over to look up at his opponent, when suddenly everything went black and Zap’s head was splattered all over the ground with a comical ‘squelch!’ sound.
On the other side of the field a venomous acid shot from the Tyranid Heirodule smashed into the side of the Templar’s Landraider crusader. It must have hit the fuel tank or ammo storage because the land-raider exploded in a spectacular fireworks display of white-hot metal shards. Two of its Terminator occupants were fused from the outside in. The other three began to crawl from the wreckage relatively unharmed thanks to their highly protective armour and a bit of luck.
Meanwhile a withering hail of bolter, lascannon and missile launcher fire was laid down upon the advancing Tyranid swarms. A fair portion of the Templar’s fire was now aimed at the large Tyranid monstrosity, which brought down two of their best battle brothers and one of their holiest assault transports with relative ease. Ork big gunz lobbed explosive shells into some gaunts on the southern flank, pathetically downing only two of the swarmers.
As the battle raged ferociously between the Space Marines and Tyranids, the Ork presence seemed either unnoticed or a non-priority, because neither foe attempted to advance upon the small bunker where the Orks were hiding. Perhaps unbeknownst to both forces, Gorbad and his ‘waaagh!’ Along with Ghazkghull himself were preparing to tele-port down to the surface and crush them both. The first sign of a greater Ork threat then anticipated came when a fighta-bomba came screeching down from the skies to drop its payload of bomms and burna-bomms on the highly visible and clustered Tyranid swarms. The ferocity of the flames and explosions killed nearly 20 of the beasts in one fell-swoop. The Fighta-Bomma then sky rocketed up, stalled in mid-air and came rocketing back down towards a genestealer brood. The Ork pilot emptied his first round of Big shoota fire into a brood of genestealers then pulled up and away to make a take-back before his second bombing run could commence.
Meanwhile Ghazkghull and some of Gorbad’s best nobs, as well as some killa-kans and elite tankbustas all tele-ported down to the surface simultaneously and immediately opened fire upon the nearby terminator squad and venerable Templar dreadnought. Rockets fired out from the killa-kans and tankbustas. Most of the rockets missed, however one connected with the dreadnoughts torso and disabled its shooting arm while two bomm squigs rushed forward and bit into the other arm and leg of the dreadnought causing it to topple over and lose functionality of its other arm. The dreadnought was left weaponless and immobile and was henceforth ignored for the remainder of the battle. Meanwhile, after a short burst of fire from the nobz, which did nothing but perhaps startle the unsuspecting terminator marines, Ghazkghull and his nobs charged headlong into combat with the marine boys.
Perhaps it was the sudden and unpredictable arrival of the Orks that put the Terminators off guard, or perhaps the blood lust of the Orks was too great seeing such carnage. For whatever reason the Ork Nobs brought their powerclaws and ‘uge choppas smashing down onto the armour of the marines, while the marines swung their powerfists helplessly and with poor aim at the nobs and missed or didn’t connect well with every single attack. The precision, strength and agility of the seven nobs brought outright slaughter upon the five terminators, with not a single wound suffered by the Nobs, while each and every Marine lay slain. Perhaps the god’s of Orky war ‘Gork and Mork’ were providing divine strength to their warriors, or perhaps the emperor perceived the marine’s faith to be lacking. Who knows? Shortly after the Ork arrival the Tyranids revealed a secret counter-attack. A zoanthrope hidden somewhere in the city extended its mental powers to the limit as it shifted reality and moved an entire squad of reavers and an entire brood of genestealers as well as their broodlord behind the Marine’s northern flank, killing the hidden Zoanthrope in the process.
The stealers were teleported back from the conflict a way, but merely charged at full speed into the oncoming fire, losing all but the broodlord in the process. The broodlord then locked up a squad of terminators, mortally wounding several before itself being killed. Unfortunately for the reavers, the nearest enemy squad was none other then Marneus Calgar and his retinue of terminators who instantly laid down a withering fire of storm bolter shots upon them. Marneus and retinue then charged in and Marneus himself tore one of the beasts limb from limb, even as the beasts dealt him 2 mortal wounds. Mortal in the sense they would kill a normal man, even a marine, but not Marneus Calgar. This was a perfect testament to his fury and hatred of the foul creatures. His fellow Terminators possibly inspired by their leaders selfless act of valour, smashed the dense chitinous carapaces and mortally wounded the three other attackers which then turned and desperately fled the onslaught.
Simultaneously to all this action and very nearby, a hidden Lictor lurched out from behind a nearby ruined pillar and instantly clawed three Templar marines to death. The marine’s reactions were slow and unprepared. The Lictor casually dodged several hand-to-hand attacks only to be hit by a bolter shot and wounded. The lictor however knew no fear or pain and fought on. It lived to consume, and that it would do, until it died. It was but a part of the great devourer after all.
The battle raged on with rising intensity and casualties from both marines and Tyranids, and the full extent of the Ork forces still undetermined, but now seemingly more threatening to both foes. The marines pushed their frontlines forward and blasted away at the oncoming Tyranids. A brave chaplain and his men rushed forward towards a vast swarm of scythed gaunts, neither fearing them, nor doubting their own victory. Piles of gaunt and genestealer corpses lined the ground as the chaplain and his warriors blasted bolter shot after bolter shot into the tide of earth-brown monstrosities.
Before they could reach the enemy however a bright green beam of light blasted ferociously into the ground. The shot had been fired with unbelievable accuracy, or more likely, luck from deep-space by a massive Ork Rok. The entire squad of assault marines was vaporised on the spot, while the chaplains keen reflexes allowed him to escape the worst of the blast but still left him mortally wounded and only barely able to fight on. Fight on he did though, as he was a chaplain of the Black Templars and he could know no defeat. He charged on bolter held firm in one hand, and chainsword revving wildly in the other.
Gorbad cackled hoarsely and hysterically as the mekboy told him where the shot had landed. He turned to his boy, still regaining his ability to breathe after laughing so hard at what seemed to him as comical deaths of the marine boys. “Me boy, its time fer me ta go down and show Ghazkghull just how good I can kill! Ive had me fun up ere’ and now I leave u in charge till I gets back, cuz now its time fer da real fun fight!”. Seconds later several mobs of boyz and several trucks filled with boys teleported down, as well as some boyz in heavily clad ridiculous looking armour seemingly made from scrap, a Deff Dread and even Gorbad’s personal battlewagon ‘Killkannon blastakilla’ and a looted wagon with a heavy boomgun kustom job.
The marines and Tyranids continued to slaughter eachother. Perhaps it was the pure cold-hatred the marines held for the Tyranids and the single-minded concentration of the hive mind on the supposed ‘main’ attacker. In any case, the Orks were largely ignored or fought on a need only basis right up until the very end of the battle. For with the help of Ghazkghull’s tellyporta systems the Ork forces managed to redeploy most of their attack force into the best vantage points, and quickly took all of the vital control points of the battlefield. Objectives, which seemed unimportant or irrelevant to the hatred of the marines and focus of the hive mind.
From this point onwards the battle was lost for the brave marines and vicious Tyranids, as the Orks used those objectives to break up the remaining attackers into groups and killed them piecemeal. Strange as it was, the marines and Tyranids seemed to be locked in combat with one another right till their deaths. This brought much disappointment to the Ork mobs who had been relishing the idea of having a good fight. Infact the only Ork casualty in the entire battle was the one Bigmek ‘Zap’ who literally had to blast himself into battle to die fighting a good fight
As the space battle raged on ferociously overhead, Gorbad called down his second best mekboy (the best mekboy ‘Zap’ having his brain splattered over a dreadnoughts immobile foot). With the aid of a latecomer wierdboy warphead, the mekboy was able to interface with and supercharge the cities massive orbital defence laser without challenge or distraction.
As the weirdboy drew from the immense psychic energy being emitted by the blood-lusting Orks, his head seemed to expand until it looked as if it would explode. Then it did. As the mekboys corpse toppled down under a shower of green goop that once was his head and brain, the massive cannon blasted its way through much of the remaining marine and Tyranid vessels. The two battle barges of the marines limping away barely while their attendant fleets fought on in a desperate attempt to save their respective chapters’ holiest icons, whilst the Tyranid splinter fleet sensing defeat, also began to limp away leaving a last line of resistance to cover the escape of the larger more important bio-vessels. Meanwhile Ghazkghull’s personal Rok, Gorbad’s great Killkrooza ‘da devil’, and the rest of the Ork fleet blasted the remaining vessels of both other armies to stardust. Slowly the thick ash clouds cleared up and left a reddened bloody-looking sky, now thick with both the remaining Tyranid spores and the toxic sulphurous gasses produced by the falling ash. The Tyranid spores themselves, chokers of worlds, would be in turn choked to death due to the victory of the Orks.
Ghazkghull was extremely pleased with Gorbad and his boy’s performance. Perhaps Gorbad would even accompany him in his next assault on Armageddon… If he doesn’t try to rebel first. In which case he’d die like all the other wanna-be runty warbosses who’ve betrayed Ghazkghull. Yes… even though the Orks or Gorbad didn’t realise it, their Victory today had ensured that unattainable endless ‘waaagh!’ they had been seeking alongside the great Ghazkghull Mag Urak Thrakka.
Last edited by Smurphy; June 2nd, 2008 at 15:48.
What a great battle report :party:
Most people would appreciate a list of each army, but it was both well told, with good fluff and I could follow the action well.
Well done on letting the others start fighting before joining battle as too many commanders find it difficult to completely shift priorities.
Good story, especially the ork fluff. I love it how they come in, see a massive battle of thousands of the emporers finest killing men and the deadly hive mind, and the only thought in ther thick skulls is 'Ere' we go!Ere' we go!'
Dire Avengers got better Armor Saves than Guardians cause' they wear bigger hats & loincloths?God help us if Orks discover Sombrero/Poncho Technology!
Indeed, that was VERY well done Smurphy *applaud* most enjoyable battle report I've read me thinks lol
I agree , that was an excellent battle report. Very entertaining read that I enjoyed very much, even if it was stinky orks that ended up winning
keep up the great work!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
For the greater good.