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Post by Jara Hellhammer on Apr 18, 2024 17:34:54 GMT
The hulking Terminator nodded and then observed for a mere moment as Valentius took his leave, not allowing his focus to waver from the task at hand.
When the young man spoke to him, Jara took the opportunity to survey the battered security force, particularly noting the veterans among them. At the sergeant's nervous disposition, the Salamander attempted to tap into the little spark of humanity left within him after being given the Geneseed. His deep voice rumbled loudly as he addressed those gathered around.
"Show no fear. The green skins might seem numerous right now, but with the will of The Emperor, we shall be victorious. I will not fall to those Xenos! Trust in your brothers and sisters in arms, use your training and stick behind me. The Orkz shall fall before the might of The Emperor and Vulcan."
With that, Hellhammer organised the security force by assigning veterans to be the squad leaders, tasking them with ensuring defensive positions were taken.
Showing no fear is no easy task for the defense force, but as soon as Jara began speaking, especially those words, a number of them stood up a little straighter, some grit their teeth, and others clenched their lascarbines tightly in their muddy hands. It was an immediate effect, and though it may not last, and may not be enough, it was something.
By the time he had finished his short speech, the morale had risen, and a few even cheered at the mention of the Emperor. However, any that were able at least made the sign of the aquila. Reverence was strong among these men and women, and that meant their faith was strong, too. Their minds could shatter, their bodies break, but so long as their faith remained resolute, they would hold back the darkness.
Hellhammer's directions helped get things started. his keen eye picked out those who had experience or showed a semblance of confidence that lent itself towards leadership and put them in charge. Those chosen by the might Astartes set about helping encourage others and reinforce the defenses.
Some moved machinery to block the gate. Others fetched supplies like ammunition, new weapons, armor to replace that which had been damaged, and extra materials that could be used to reinforce the walls. Another group distributed rations to replenish the beleaguered force, because fighting on an empty stomach led to fatigue, shaky aim, and weak arms in melee, all of which were to be avoided.
The Orkz had focused their attack on that particular gate and ignored most other sectors of the compound, so some of the heavy weapons, mostly multi-lasers, were taken from areas of low activity and moved towards the gate where they would serve better.
By the time the rest of the kill team started to return, Jara's defenses were looking rather formidable. They had even begun building a secondary barricade inside the gate in order to plug a breach if the orkz were able to make one as they had done before.
All-in-all, the Emperor would be proud of what they were achieving with so little.
"Hmph..." Brother Horn grumbled, but not necessarily with disdain. "Their weakness is palpable, but they have not given in -- there may be hope for them."
The tactical marine stepped up to Jara's side and looked up at the bulkier terminator and gave him a nod of respect for organizing the defenses.
A moment or two later, sergeant Valentius returned with a handful of guardsmen from elsewhere in the compound. "Well, cousins, the orkz are massing and regrouping, and for now we have held strong. We've been notified that further reinforcements will be arriving soon, and when they arrive, we will push the greenskins back and decimate them. They will know the Emperor's fury, and shall fear to return."
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Apr 29, 2024 13:52:33 GMT
The Salamander first took a moment to survey the defences. He had a tendency to be pro-active whenever possible and as such he had not just been giving orders to those around him, but also took part when necessary. When they were finished or at least close enough to being done that he wasn't needed, he took it all in and nodded. He gave small affirmations to those that had undertaken his task.
Upon Brother Horn's arrival and subsequent grumble, Hellhammer stayed silent before offering the tactical marine what could be considered an appreciative nod in response to the former's sign of respect.
Turning to Velantius, the terminator glanced towards the handful of guardsmen that had just arrived with him and then nodded in affirmation. "Good. The greenskins shall learn a lesson they shan't soon forget."
The hum of gargantuan machinery within the compound is ever-present, augmented further with the bustle and commotion of the compound guard. Beyond the walls, though, the Orkz made their presence known. Shouts, hollers, roars and more echoed from the dense jungle and the thumping of mighty war drums soon joined in. There was no peace.
"It seems the greenskins have found their courage once more," Valentius intoned. "Cousins, take to the wall and ensure none approach."
The kill team began redeploying, but before Jara could move, whether he would have or not, Valentius stepped in front of him. "Your strength will be needed, Hellhammer. We must stay vigilant."
"They're here!"
"They're coming!"
"Open fire!"
Shouting across the defensive line left little to question. All weapons turned and found their targets and unleashed hell into the oncoming horde of greenskins. However, this was not like the initial assault, which had been simple and featured orkz barely above their feral cousins, these orkz were clearly well-prepared.
Rikkit barrages rained down upon the defenders and screamed over head, landing deep in the compound or struck the walls of structures. Debris and bodies rained from above.
Engines roared as trukks crushed through the underbrush and joined the charging mob, bringing well-armed and heavily armored greenskins closer even faster. The walls would hold for now, but this assault would test the defenders in ways they hadn't been.
Valentius appeared ready to head up to the wall and view the unfolding action when it became clear that not just rokkits and their explosive payloads flew overhead, but a number of maniacal rokkit boyz, too. Many slammed into the ground or bounced off buildings, landing in heaps of broke bones and rent flesh only to begin pulling themselves to their feet to look for a fight.
Others landed safely, brandishing any number of strange weapons including choppas to shootas, and when they spotted the two deathwatch marines, they roared and charged.
"They bring the battle to us, cousin!" Valentius let loose a warcry of his own and hefted his mighty sword. He charged ahead, fully expecting Jara in his wake.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Apr 29, 2024 19:59:06 GMT
"For the Emperor!"
The terminator followed closely behind Valentinus, charging headlong into battle with his trusted Thunderhammer in hand. As soon as he engaged the greenskins, he would work in tandem with Valentius. He swung his hammer towards any Orkz that dared get close enough whilst trying to ensure that none could flank his cousin. His aim would be the biggest threats, wanting to deal with the problems before any damage could be done to himself, Valentius nor those behind them. His swings were not wild, but calculated and precise, honed from years of experience and practice.
Stormboyz were not the typical ork. They had something others didn't: discipline -- for what it was worth, at least. However, against the true discipline of a deathwatch killteam, what did an ork actually have? Nothing. But it didn't reduce the threat these maddened killers posed.
They loved a good fight as much as an ork.
Jara found himself swiftly surrounded by a batch of the aggressive greenskins, swinging choppas with wild abandon. Those that were not blocked clanged harmlessly off the mighty terminator armor -- or at least they seemed to. Closer inspection would undoubtedly show the brute strength of the orkz was slowly scarring the potent armor.
But the same could not be said about the stormboyz. Even a single hit from Jara's thunderhammer was enough to pulp their bodies or tear limbs clean off. Greenish blood and viscerasplashed the ground as bodies were blasted apart with intense concussive force, leaving howling and groaning orkz trying to pull themselves back together in a vain attempt to rejoin the fight.
"The greenskins approach the wall," Brother Horn observed over the vox. "I see nothing that can breach at this time."
Near Jara, Valentius weaved an impassable barrier of steel with his gigantic claymore, and though it did not possess a powerfield, it still ripped through the bodies of the stormboyz, armored or not, with little worry.
"Notify me of any change," Valentius replied without breaking step. "Stormboyz in the courtyard are giving us some trouble, but nothing we can't handle."
He looked in the direction of Jara and spoke again, without the Vox: "Right, Hellhammer?"
He laughed aloud as the claymore sliced through the arm of an ork and clove half its torso apart in a gout of gore and kicked the corpse free of his blade. At that moment, he, and perhaps Jara, noticed a looming disaster.
The ork had primed a bundle of stikkbombs and when his body was kicked away, he dropped the bundle at Valentius' feet. Valetius had but a moment to act, and his quick prayer to the Emperor was cut short as the bombs erupted.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on Apr 30, 2024 16:07:16 GMT
Hellhammer had barely nodded in response to Valentius when the bundle of Stikkibombs caught the duo's eyes.
"Valentius!" He managed to blurt out as he attempted to cleave a path towards the detonation zone. He was unable to do anything about the blast... Instead, he focused his efforts on clearing the way of as many Stormboyz as he could before attempting to check on his fellow Deathwatch marine. On the way, he would also say a silent prayer to the Emperor, for the marine's safety. Inwardly, he wasn't confident that Valentius was in good shape at all, but he didn't stop him from trying to get to him.
It took an agonizingly long time for the smoke to settle, even if it was only a dozen seconds or so. However, in the heat of battle, that could as well be an eternity. It did clear, though, and as Jara made room, smashing aside greenskins with righteous fury, he stole a glance in the sergeant's direction.
He was moving, trying to push himself back to his feet, but it was abundantly clear that the blast took a lot out of him, and his armor. The bundle of explosives hand't quite blasted through the ceramite, but it would require an intense amount of care to bring it back to combat condition, and many would consider just replacing it outright.
"I live, cousin, by the grace of the Emperor," Valentius replied. Despite his best efforts, his voice was shaky and uneven. The blast had rattled him badly.
The battle within the compound was drawing to a close. Jara's mighty hammer fell several more greenskins, and a handful of the guards had turned their lasguns upon the remaining few, slaughtering them with impunity. The interior was clear, for the moment.
By the time Jara had a moment to spare, Valentius was upright, leaning on his claymore for support. "Carelessness almost got the better of me."
Yuri, the team's apothecary, dropped down from the wall and moved to their team leader's side to administer any needed first aid without prompting of any kind.
"Enemy incoming, prepare for breach!" Horn shouted over the vox, mere moments before something big smashed into the barricades in a cacophony of screeching metal and explosions.
Post by Jara Hellhammer on May 13, 2024 15:45:25 GMT
The Salamander's posture had changed from the moment he saw his cousin, still breathing. He would have felt something akin to relief within the spark of humanity that remained within as his eyes met those of Valentius. Nodding, he listened intently to his fellow Deathwatch Marine.
"Thanks be given to The Emperor..."
Upon witnessing the arrival of the team's apothecary, he moved back in order to give Yuri the space necessary to tend to any wounds Valentius had. For Jara's part, he nodded in acknowledgement of Yuri's swift response to the situation.
Horn's shouts then followed. Hellhammer positioned himself so that he stood before Valentius and Yuri, facing in the direction of the screeching metal and explosions. He would observe the situation for a mere moment before heading off to see the damage done and slaughter the green-skins that caused it.
Orkz love to fight. They live to fight. So, when they hear the fighting gets good in a particular spot, they want to go there. Today proved no different, and these greenskins were like all the others. The best fighting was on the inside, so they did what greenskins do best -- they got stuck in.
The hastily erected barricade of bodies and farming equipment was not prepared for the aggression and exuberance of a fully-armored truck with a might plow on the front to slam into it at high speeds. Debris scattered about the courtyard, showering Hellhammer and the rest with metal and gore as the truck careened and tumbled, eventually coming to a stop.
"Moving to assist," Horn confirmed, and the marines on the wall began repositioning immediately.
Valentius, ever-ready, attempted to heft his claymore, but between the protesting of Yuri and the damage done to him, was unable to do so.
"You're in no condition to fight!" Yuri chided. "We need to get you to the command center so I can tend to your wounds."
Valentius grit his teeth and watched the orkz begin piling out of the wreckage. His frustration grew until he roared. "Fine! Hellhammer, you're in command in my stead. Ensure victory in the Emperor's name!"
Yuri locked eyes with Hellhammer for a moment and nodded to confirm. "I will return as soon as I have the sergeant stabilized."
From the wreckage of the over-sized truck, a handful of greenskin Nobz clawed their way to freedom and fighting, but it took a moment to orient themselves before they were engaged by the rest of the Kill Team.
"Oi, oi, OI, OI!" An immense bellow followed and a massive metal plate flew skyward and slammed into the ground nearby, revealing the hulking form of the band's warboss. "I come out 'ere for a foight, 'n all I find iz a bunch of lil' runtz? Bah! I guess I'll just smash 'em 'ntil the good foight gitz 'ere, den."
It isn't until he turned around and spotted the terminator behind him that the warboss realized he found the good stuff. He raised two choppas, as large as any weapon someone like Jara would even bother considering viable, and smashed them together.
"Now dat wun... dat wun I loik..." His deep, guttural laugh felt at home among the sound of heavy stubbers and pounding machinery. "Dun disappoint me, 'umie."
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