Tycon leads his conscript squad to the east of the makeshift command post towards the imposing forms of Blue Company's 6th Infantry support squad, Echo. Four Lemanruss Exterminators and a Vanquisher with two armoured companies both with Chimera transports.
One of the Exterimnators was a gutted wreck, several gapping holes in it's hull were ork 'rokkits' had smashed through the plating and destroyed the vehical and it's crew. Another had it's track on the left side blown off, some of it's drive wheels fused to the armour plating. While the machine spirit of an Exterminator was not cooperating with the drivers and had to be left were it was for the time being. The two remaining tanks were giving fire support, trying to hold back the tide. Both Chimeras were acting as mobile hospitals for the many wounded, their squads defending the immobilized tanks.
"OK, we will set up inbetween the two armour'd units, take off some of the pressure" Tycon looked directly at Krux, the additional ogran attached to the squad. "And I don't want you to start going over the top, no seperating from the unit. Understand Krux?" The Ogran threw a salute
"Yesh shir!"
Masenak apperad at Tycon's side, lasgun holsterd, power sword and boltpistol drawn.
"Well what are you waiting for ladies? A personal order from the Emporer Himself? Get to it!"
The sounds of engines roared over the battlefield, the rough riders speeding towards their target. The Gretchen who still had some form of hear did not turn as the drone of 2 and 4 cycle engines drew closer, expecting them to be their own side. Hunting lances ready, Rodgers signaled his men to aim for the runtherder before going for the gretchen themselves. mounted heavy stubbers fired into the ranks of the green skins, tearing them to bits. With their leaders dead, the grot predictably scattered.
"Command, we've taken them out and...hang on" Marcus noticed that one of the big gunz was still intact "Johnathan, get over here" Johnathan, Marcus' second in command, moved over to Marcus' side and helped him turn he remaining big gun so that it pointed at the Ork flank. With a flick of his lighter, Rodgers lit the fuse, and everyone sped away as if the thing was going to explode (all things considered, there's a good chance of that).
"OK, Command, now they're out, and I think the green skins are in for a surprise"
"Roger that" Came the reply just as the cannon round cooked off and exploded out of the artilary piece, landing in the middel of a mob of boyz taken out what seemed to be at least ten of them.
Spotting something in the distance, Rodgers signaled to his squad, who circuled round away from the rear of the enemy.
"Command this Rodgers, over"
"Reading you Rodgers, whats your status?"
"Seeing possible enemy reinforcements, pursuing to harrass"
"Make it so, out"
Rodgers opened the throttle and let the bike roar as he sped towards the spots on the horizen. A crackel of static washed over his vox-receiver, words fused together from a bad signal but as the bikers came closer the signal sharpend and the message became clear.
'This is Reliefe Force Omega, we are closing on your postion with Mechanicus assistance to Echo Infantry Support. We have met up with Imperial Support on the way here'
Rodgers opend the channel, letting the message play to the rest of the squad who hooted and wooped, firing pistols in the air.
"Haha! Good to see you Omega! We were getting in a tight spot. What is your current status and what other Imperial forces are there?"
Another wash of stactic and then the reply came 'Omega Comprises of storm trooper squad 'Spear Head'' To which a chorus of 'Ohrah!' was heard on the other end of the line 'Infantry Squadren 45 and Mechanicus Tech-priest. We met up with In-' Static squeald over the head set, obscuring the words of Omega
"Repeat the last bit Omega, you're signals weak"
'-stion, I repeat. We have Inquestional forces with us.'
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