Warhammer 40k: Activated Tactical 492 IC

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He had blended into the little band of misfits he had been assigned to as he watched Alexander grab Felk who had been running to join the massed infantry charge into the grinder ahead as well as grabbing the techpreist. He had heard Alexander speak about the possible equipment they may face. "If we encounter the heretics first they more then likely will have raided any guardsman armory they were able to get to before now, if the emperor smiles upon us then they will be an unorganized mess but if they are being organized by chaos forces this first wave will do little more then break upon the barriers our enemies have erected." Otto finished as he held his lasgun in the ready position though he was already able to hear it, the sounds of screaming from the dying and wounded oh it was faint now barely a whisper over the cacophony of violence ahead of them but he knew better as those yells would grow as the time passed. "The greenskins will also be an issue though they may be fighting both the heretics and the first wave soon enough, hopefully we meet the heretics first." Otto finished as he stood near Alexander.​
 
"I hate to bust this up y'all, but that commissar feller don't seem too happy 'bout us standing around!" Bridget said, her naivete still rather intact despite recent events. After all, nothing she had seen so far seemed to contradict anything in the Uplifting Primer. She would have rather been piloting a Sentinel, it wasn't that she didn't trust the Emperor to protect, it was just easier for Him to do so when you had hardened plasteel instead of flak armor.
 
Quelaan is as unperturbed by turbulence and such as one can really get. Hardened by decades of warp travel, it hardly bothered her anymore. However, trooper Felk almost puking on her boots was an entirely different story, which caused her to let out a slightly disappointed sigh. At least it missed her this time. She tightened her hold on the structure of the transport with her mechadendrites in preparation for landing and looked towards the trooper in question, as well as the others. "Best get used to this part. With the guard, I imagine you'll be doing a lot of this." The techpriest laughed at that.

Once the boarding ramp was down and it was time to disembark, Quelaan retracted her mechadendrites into their compartments so they were out of the way and hefted her lasgun before making her way out, only to find one of her squadmates pawing at her. After giving Alexander a strange look, she joins them. "Standard procedure would indicate that we have landed a significant distance outside of direct combat in order to preserve the integrity and safety of the transport ship. I would highly suggest we form up with the rest and acquire our deployment orders. It does us no good to go running around without an idea of what we are supposed to be doing."
 
Bonner, who had been made corporal and squad leader for the duration of the activation, meekly pointed out that the Commissar and Driller were urging everyone in AT 492 to get a move on in their own particular ways; the Driller was beating anyone lagging behind and the Commissar's whip was cracking. Everyone got to the gate at a half jog, looking to avoid the two of them. Eventually hemmed in from behind by other regiments looking to get their troops out of the landing pad, AT 492 got pushed through the gate regardless of whether they wanted to go or not. Outside the 20 meter high walls of the landing pad, the sounds of fighting were louder, and far closer than Felk first imagined they were. The regiment before them was dispersing through the ruined spaceport towards whatever objective they were assigned.

"Forward!" Bellowed Driller Vansie, pointing with his shock maul towards the spaceport's control tower. "That is our objective. Get a move on, you gormless grox-shits, and prove to me that you belong in the Imperial Guard!" AT 492 moved through some hangars and warehouses, cautious and wary of enemies, until they spotted the tower. Another flash of artificial lightning illuminated the area, striking somewhere behind the tower. The thunderclap roared moments later, deafening everyone momentarily, making almost everyone wince. Bekka fell over, and as the roar subsided, the sound of automatic gunfire faded into audibility.

"TAKE COVER!" someone shrieked.

Several heavy stubbers were firing from the control tower's top floor, throwing the advancing mass of troops into disarray. AT 492 stalled, backing back into the warehouses and hangars they came out of, and a few elements, including Felk's squad, rushed into the sparse cover outside the buildings. The squad had taken cover behind an upturned industrial cargo container. Felk had been shot at before and had seen people die, but never had he been shot at with an automatic weapon. He was shaken by Bekka's abrupt death, but his adrenaline was shutting out his fear; he hardly even registered it. "So what now?" he asked Bonner.

"Erm, uhh.... wait for orders." The fidgety man said. One of the RIPs could be heard faintly over the gunfire calling to the forward elements, "Orders are to prepare to charge!" Felk took a quick peek around the cargo container and saw that there wasn't any cover between them and the tower.
 
Quelaan is a bit confused about what is going on. Did high command throw all semblance of strategy out the window? They were just being funneled towards killing fields for no good reason. Wasn't there armor? Artillery? Why throw a ton of guardsmen at a position if there were alternatives? She shook her head at that and found some cover to hide behind. Bekka's death was a shock to her as well. She had not expected one of their squad to fall so early, especially one that wouldn't at least have a moment to spare for a medic!

"Well, we hunker here for a moment, and hope that the autogun picks some different targets so we can..." She looks at the cargo container. "Actually... I have an idea..." She hands her rifle to Felk whether or not he wants to take it at first and then draws her power-glaive. After activating the magnetic field, she begins cutting panels off the industrial cargo container and with one of her mechadendrites, she welds it together in a large shield which she sets up. "Alright, two more people to help me move this thing."

Looking at the shield, it likely wouldn't hold up against autogun fire, but it seems she has that covered, too. "It might not look like much, but if I alter my refraction shield a little bit, it should use lower power to reduce the impact of the bullets against the shield and... well, hopefully they won't penetrate it." She looks at them and takes her gun back from felk. "Well, anyone got any better ideas? Its that or face the commissar." The manlet would probably get the job done, but it was still a risk. Better than running blindly into enemy fire, though.
 
Bridget was hyperventilating her back shoved into the cover, she was balled up trying to become as small as possible. She tried to remember what the Primer said about coming under fire, but all the noise and shouting had gotten to her. She wished they had some sort of SOMETHING to destroy that damn tower. The Commissar was somewhere behind them, she saw him shoot a retreating guardsman, which set her off again. If she stayed, she died, if she broke cover, she died, if she ran, she was definitely dead.

"Alright, two more people to help me move this thing." The voice was unmistakably the techpriest's. The mechanicus representative had jury rigged some sort of shield. It reminded her a bit of the grox guards they welded to Chimeras for breeding season. She had seen those stop a charging bull grox, and even las-fire. Either way, it looked slightly less stupid than what she was doing.

"C'mon y'all! That commisar feller ain't gonna let us sit here!"
 
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He had been in worse infantry pushes before but it was normally supported by artillery and armor, he exposed his head briefly to see the bodies of those who had chosen to make a move into no man's land without any order. Thankfully the techpriest was making some type of shield out of a panel of the cargo box and her own personal shield to overlay with the panel, she yelled for two others to help so Otto obliged. He moved near her position before speaking. "What do you need me to do techpriest?" He asked as he slung his lasgun onto his back while he heard another shot from the commissar's weapon as another trooper attempted to run away from the line. He wondered what would break first, the trooper's fear of the commissar or their fear of the autogun in front of them. Either way Otto needed to assist the techpriest so that they would be able to get across with more then just a handful of guardsmen to fight. ​
 
Felk braced himself, preparing to charge behind the makeshift shield. The order came and the squad bolted out, leading the charge with their makeshift shield. The heavy stubbers focused on the shield, and when they made it about halfway to the tower's base, the squad could hear a pop of displaced air as the refraction field overloaded and failed. However, they passed under the guns' maximum downward elevation not long after that and emerged practically unscathed; Riona had taken a bullet, but the tough-as-nails Catachan woman ignored it.

As they piled into the entrance of the tower, they were surprised to see that the enemy traitors on the ground floor were all dead. Apparently orks had fought their way through, going by the corpses. Felk took a moment to examine the corpses. Most of them wore uniforms and basic flak armor, but some were dressed like civilians, and they all had some amount of red on their uniform, either a repainted pauldron or a red scarf tied around an arm. "Dominate sympathizers," Felk surmised, aloud. Corporal Bonner ordered everyone to head towards the stairs but before they could get there, they heard noises coming from the stairwell. "You'ze bettah not be wrong 'bout dis." A deep, guttural and thoroughly inhuman voice said.

"I swears it, boss, I heards more humies downstairs!" A grating wheeze replied. Corporal Bonner motioned to all the others to be quiet and take aim at the stairwells. Moments later, a lumbering behemoth kicked open the doors. It locked eyes with the squad and Felk could almost feel his beady red eyes glaring at him. Bonner called out, "Open f-" before the ork bellowed and charged the group with an inhumanly loud, "WAAAAAGH!!!"

Felk fumbled with his gun, firing wildly at the approaching beast. It bowled through, sending Bonner flying with a backhand, so consumed with battle-rage that it fortunately forgot to draw it's gun. As more squads poured into the ground floor to add their firepower to Felk's squad, they could hear the warcry of the orks echoing from upstairs. As they finally overwhelmed the ork with lasfire, more burst from the stairwells.
 
Quelaan let out a surprised yelp as her shield gave out. Apparently it caused her a deal of discomfort. But that discomfort was worth it, since they made it to the interior of the tower where it was safe from the fire from above. The magos looked about, taking in the apparent carnage. "It would seem that is the case." She agreed with Felk.

The Orkz were a surprise. The first one coming through was a big brute to be sure, but there were enough of them to tear it to pieces with an enfilade of lasfire. The jury rigged hotshot gun that Quelaan worked up snaps into a firing position and launches a barrage at it as it charged. However, with her shield having depleted most of her power, it only did so much. "Frak..." She cursed as one of her mechadendrites took the rifle and another handed her the power glaive she showed up with.

And this is why she had it... She powered up the magnetic field around the blade and prepared to face the orkz. "Get upstairs. Silence that gun and save lives. Pretty sure I can handle some orkz."

Genetically enhanced and cybernetically modified, Quelaan wades into battle like a half-pint space marine, blade like lightning, shearing through weapons and limbs like they were not there to begin with. Mechadendrites snap out, piercing flesh with eight-inch long pyramid-shaped blades.

"Go! Quick, then get back here!"
 
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Alexander was already going through those on the ground, mostly looking for a heavy weapon, praying that there was one there, he'd fired the lasgun a few times on their run across the open space, He was allready disappointed with it. He had however found a few grenades and some spare powerpacks. "Well, They were stolen from the guard in the first place." He rationalized out loud and tossed the power packs out amongst everyone else "Check their loads before using 'em." He said before looking after the Mechanicus girl. "For the love of....And what happens when you get surrounded?" he asked before shaking his head. "Remind me NOT to piss her off." He said as he dropped in to the best cover he could find and started firing at the orks. "Bridget! Watch the door, I don't want to be suddenly ass-first in to a bunch of anything that might want to shove a axe or las-gun up it!" He yelled as he continued to fire in to the orks. The thing about Lasguns, The Lovely thing about them, Is that they always fired dead bloody straight, or at least if they fired oddly they always fired the same way oddly, which meant that if you aimed at head height, it was pretty easy to shoot things in the head, It also ment he didn't have to worry about shooting the mechanicus girl, so in a half crouch behind some rubble he let lose at full auto, aiming at ork head hight.
 
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The techpriest's makeshift shield had held out long enough for a good deal of them to make it to the autogun tower, they smashed in with a loud crash that was drowned out by the rhythmic death being fired from the autogun above but he and the others he guessed were not expecting orks though as with most things they were not given any real time to think about that little fact as they began to attack. His lasgun was firing into the greenskins with little acknowledgement from his mind as he saw Bonner get hit by the first ork, he also saw Felk fumbled his gun while the techpriest used her mechadendrites to good use in both arming herself better and as weapons and Alexander was there as well aiming for the heads of the greenskins that appeared in the stairwell while also passing out some of the weapons that were still on the ground from the previous ones to occupy the building.
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He had heard what the techpriest had said "Get upstairs. Silence that gun and save lives." His hands hand scooped up one of the fragmentation grenades that had been abandoned on the ground as his feet carried him, he dropped and slid beneath the techpriest's onslaught grabbing another grenade giving him two as he rose again and made his way to the stairs the orkz were flooding down. The rounds from the ork weapons as well as the lasers of friendly fire danced around him as he pulled the pin on one of the grenades before throwing it into the stairwell corridor as he pulled away just a bit as to not end up in close quarters with one of the greenskins tumbling down the stairs speaking of which, the blast bounced around the stairs as smoke and some debris flew out of the stairwell corridor. "MORE PEOPLE, MORE GRENADES!" He yelled over the weapons fire, the orkz had been pushed back into the stairs when he had tossed the grenade but the blast didn't do much as he was still able to hear them running down the steps, he pulled the pin on his second grenade and threw it in the stairwell corridor as well trying to buy some time for some more guardsmen to push to him as his lasgun by itself wasn't going to do anything if the orkz made it down again. ​
 
Orks were swarming the halls, and Felk watched as Quelaan broke ranks and started wading into the advancing green tide. He leapt up and dragged her back, screaming in her face, "Are you gakking crazy? Stay in the damn firing line!" Almost to illustrate his point, one ork that managed to push through the lasfire closed on Riona and slammed his choppa into her shoulder, cleaving through flak armor and bone as easily as one might take a knife to butter. Both her and the ork collapsed, the ork riddled with lasburns and Riona nearly bisected.

Otto's call for grenades prompted others to follow suit, ripping the horde of greenskins apart with multiple detonations in close proximity. As soon as the last of the orks fell, Felk ran over to Bonner to check up on him. A quick examination showed he was still breathing and conscious, but was unable to move. Felk called for a medicae and Bonner grabbed his collar and grunted out, "You're in charge now," before going limp. The medicae showed up and started seeing to Bonner as Felk took a moment to consider his newfound command. Deciding on a course of action her ordered, "Search for weapons, grenades and ammo." He grabbed a few power packs and frags, stuffing them into his pouches before coming across a meltagun. He picked it up and offered it to Alexander. "It's not a plasma gun, but I figured you might want something stronger."

Driller Vansie apparently made it through the bullet storm and had made it into the tower. He approached the squad. "Who's in charge here?"

"I am, sir." Felk said, nervously. "Corporal Vigglestein put me in command after he was incapacitated."

"You're a brevet corporal now, so get your squad to stop looting and get upstairs now and secure that damned stubber nest!"

"Yes, sir! Let's move out." The squad moved into the stairwell and started moving up. The gunfire from the stubber nest atop the tower had stopped. Felk wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. An echoing "WAAAGH!!!" could be heard from above as a half dozen orks could be seen thundering down the stairs several flights above them along with some grots. Some of the grots plinked off inaccurate fire down the stairwell with their blastas, but the orks were more concerned with getting into melee with their enemies. "Form a firing line!" Felk ordered. They didn't have very clear firing lines, but they couldn't just run back down the stairs. They'd been ordered to take the nest and Felk was determined to do so.
 
Pulling Quelaan back may or may not have been the right choice. The Magos had proven that she was extremely deadly in close range, but even the orkz likely would have overwhelmed her in the long run. But, it also cost them the life of Riona, and she was clearly upset about that. "Are /you/ out of your mind?" She demands of Felk, gesturing towards the body of their comrade. "I could have prevented that. Do you know when a firing line is most effective? When the enemy can't get to it. That was what I was doing." She growled, deactivating her power glaive. "Her death is on your conscience."

The techpriest then moves towards the back, her white robes stained with ork blood as she swaps out her glaive for her rifle now that she had some power back from her generator. She went to assist the medicae in examining Bonner, ensuring that he would be stabilized before returning to the group. "Let us hope the newbie can figure out which way is which, at least, or we'll all end up like Riona." There was apparently a bit of animosity growing here, as Quelaan clearly felt that Felk was the least qualified person in the entire squad to take over command. Which was probably true. Everyone else had at least served before.
 
Alexander looked extatic at the fact he now had a heavy weapon, or he would have had the gas mask not been covering his face. checking the fuel load of the Melta before noticing the air intakes. he swapped the power pack in it out for a new one and checked it over carefully, muttering to himself before detaching the clips from a fallen guardsman's lasgun and attaching them to the melta gun, allowing him to have it on a strap. "Today is a good day." He said as he walked up the stairs, seemingly uncaring that he now held one of the most destructive weapons in the group and was going to face a whole lotta green skins with it.

"Firing line my ass." He muttered, he considered for a moment before flicking the melta gun on and aiming up the stairs through the stairwell itself. a weapon like this was not only bound to utterly decimate the orcs but probably collapse the staircase as well stopping the orks from coming down but also them from going up lest there was a ladder of some kind. "Xenos scum." He growled as he pulled the trigger, a hissing flash of white energy and sure enough, every ork in the line between Alexander and the wall was vaporized, as was the staircase, and a portion of the wall behind it. "Now this, is a weapon." He sounded very pleased with the effect it had.
 
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The techpriest had moved back after then had made a push onto the stairs while Felk was put in charge, he hadn't heard the words of the techpriest but she had obviously been angry but he paid it no mind at the moment their was still a fight on. He felt the heat from the melta gun Alexander had gotten as it reduced the number of orkz on the stairs by a rather large amount letting the firing line all at once move a few paces forward, the gun above had stopped firing but that was both good and bad. Good because that meant they would be getting more bodies for the line, bad due to the increased amount of orkz that were free to hit them. He was using one of the orkz bodies as a rest for his gun letting his shots fly true showing his marksmanship ability as his laser fire was hitting orkz in the eye's now. "Soon they will be out." Otto knew that the numbers above were finite and would eventually run dry but the question was how long would that take?​
 
Bridget was making a better account for herself than could be expected. . . for a PDF draftee. . . with no combat experience. . . from a hayseed agri-world. . . fighting Orks for the first time. . . outside the vehicle she might actually be comfortable fighting in. . . having taken the Uplifting Primer as truth. . .

All of this is a long way of saying that she was still alive, and managed not to get anyone else killed or injured. She even managed to hit an Ork in the fracas (after firing most of her charge pack.) Her heart was in her throat, and were it not for the driller's harsh training, she might be so exhausted that she would welcome a commissar's bolt pistol. For now, she was too hopped up on adrenaline to emotionally process everything that was happening. In all likelihood she would be a blubbering mess after the battle, but for now, she had other, more pressing matters.
 
Felk was fuming at Quelaan. How dare she blame Fiona's death on me, she was the one who broke ranks and wasn't covering her squadmate. Didn't she learn anything in RIP? For a Cogboy, she's awfully stupid. Kekking warp! Fortunately there were orks around, so Felk was able to direct his anger onto them. A gretchin managed to get close to the firing line and Felk speared it with his bayonet before flinging it down the stairwell. Under the focused fire of the squad and the heavy support from the melta, the orks stood no chance. Even though the staircase had been chewed up by Alexander's melta, it was still intact enough for the squad to continue climbing. "Watch your step," Felk cautioned.

They moved all the way to the top of the tower, pausing occassionally to dispatch a stray ork or two, but moving steadily. They eventually found their way to a set of double doors labeled 'Control Room': their objective. Felk motioned everyone to stack up around the door before he kicked it in. Half a dozen orks were busy looting the bodies of slain traitors, though instead of being surprised by the intrusion, they simply shouted "WAAAGH!" in unison and attacked. Three of them lunged forward with crude blades and the other three pulled out makeshift firearms and started blasting wildly at the squad. Felk sprinted for a cargo crate to take cover behind.
 
Quelaan was still a bit unhappy, but she'd get over it. Hopefully Felk would prove to her that he was worth putting in charge of the group. However, for now, there were orkz to kill and her rifle had recharged so there was that. A ssoon as the orkz made themselves known in the hallway, the techpriest's rifle snapped into a firing position and fired with accuracy that could really only come from someone who had modified their body like her. The lasrifle drew power from her generator and launched intense bolts into the skulls of the three advancing orkz. For most creatures, it'd put them down in a heartbeat, but they were orkz. There was a small chance they'd survive having part of their skull blown away.
 
Alexander who had been expecting something far more stratigic than just booting the door down sighed. "in the name of the emperor, next time open the door slowly, toss a grenade in THEN run in screaming." He sighed and stood to the side of the door with the intent of NOT being first in line for those rather crude but undeniably effective blades.
Having had a chance to swap out for a fresh cell on the treck up the stairs Alexander glanced round the corner and took a few moments to analyze the room. Taking his time to work out how easy it would be to move round the room he glanced at the heavy stubber, it wasn't mounted on anything that'd stop it spinning round to point at the room. He considered making a dash for it and then decided against it before stepping out of cover and directing the Melta gun towards the larger group of orks that were firing at the group. Rather than making a directed blast this time he started moving the weapon across the room and pulled the trigger, hosing the entire room down in the weapons pyroclastic rage. It probably wouldn't vaporize the orks like last time, but it was more than capable of turning a good amount of them to burnt corpses.
 
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He pulled back into the hall as the orkz started towards them. "Best not to be point man when Felk's in command then." Otto thought to himself, he was about to peek the corner to fire into the orkz but the heat of the melta gun told him to hold with out words needing to be spoken on the matter but unlike the last time their were still orkz alive and in fighting condition. He looked down to his belt as he remembered he had grabbed another frag grenade, he pulled it off his belt before making a visual sweep that the other guardsmen were not going to be in the blast zone. "GRENADE GOING IN." He yelled over the lazgun fire and the orkz war cries as he pulled the pin and tossed the small bomb into the enclosed room that had been raked by both lazguns and a melta before he turned away as the frag detonated.​
 
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