Drake noted that Corvus had gone into combat with his usual enthusiasm, and decided to forego his Plan A of flanking the Nob. After all, the Nob might be distracted looking for the one that knocked his helmet down over his eyes, a critical and fatal distraction when fighting a blood-happy Astartes in hand-to-hand.

Instead, he opted to leap to Nobeard's position, using his bionically empowered legs to fuel his attack against the Ork trying to charge in on the Eldar gunner, the one that was getting up. Fury's plan was simple: to use his Omni-Fist and hit the Ork in the face - from behind.

If the ork is summarily dispatched, he will simply continue to the other one and relieve his gunner of any hand-to-hand pressure with a swift punch also aimed at the back of the ork's face or if, the ork whirls to deal with Fury, aimed at destroying his choppa at the handle.

Mag-Tay first has her turrets force a few of the smaller orcs back to towards the vehicle, then detonates the charges and deactivates her cloaking. Once the charges go off regardless of the result she then directs the turrets to provide covering fire for the snipers. She then switches her regular ammo in favor of the incendiary for the shotgun placed in her upper arms. In her lower arms was a mine that she planed to slap on or the lug if he got close enough. In the mean time she would go back and forth between shotgun fire and launched grenades, leaning a bit more on the grenades as she was hoping to clear the smaller orcs first and get the snipers help with the Nob.

Nobeard focuses on the ork in his face. He waits for the ork to swing his choppa so that he can parry the strike out of the way and unbalance the ork. He'll flow through the parry and then strike the arm to cut it off. Then he'll finish the ork by beheading him.

Corvus drops his bolter letting the strap keep it by his side while keeping the chain sword in hand. Wit his free hand he pushes the Nob back, giving him enough room to pull one of his other stabbing utensils. With a quick grab he draws the Intoxicator, sloshing a generous amount of pure alcohol on the draw before channeling a small spark of psychic juice into it, about all that can be mustered while psychically locked, forming the crystalline long sword.

"Oi, yer smell like a knoife ear and ya foight like one ya mangy git!"

Orkish taunts, while not linguistically beautiful, almost always make fun of the Eldar, which give them a certain charm. Corvus charged in, swinging the Intoxicator at the big chopper, figuring if he can remove the ork's weapon the fight drops to a much easier difficulty while keeping the chain sword ready for a follow up from the other side or to block, using the chain on chain action to ignite his small amount of alcohol, betting a suit of Astartes power armor is better at taking small amounts of fire than ramshackle orcish armor.

Fury:

Your blow caves in the orks head and it fall dead before hitting the ground. However a stray bullet hits your side, depleting your shields and dropping your cloak. Noticing you, two orks charge, luckily neither think of firing their guns. One swings its axe at your head which you dodge and counter with a blow to its stomach. The ork is knocked back but otherwise takes the hit like a champ. The other ork swings its chainsword at your waist. You block it with your omni-fist and spark are sent flying as its teeth grind against its ME field. The 1st ork recovers and now you have two ugly SOB's to deal with.

Nobeard:

Your attack takes the ork's arm clean off but before you follow up the ork headbutts you. The ork continues the headbutting onslaught until you get fed and decide to hold your axe blade first in front of its incoming face. One resounding thunk later and your axe is now stuck in the ork's skull. It is quite dead.

Corvus:

The Nob blocks the Intoxictor, a big choppa is a sturdy weapon and capable of withstanding the blow from a powersword so it doesn't break. However your following attack with the chainsword strikes his alcohol laden chest and as expected the Nob lights up like a match. The Nob attacks wildly and you easily dodge while countering with precision blows with the Intoxicator. Even though the Nob's armor is strong, your sword is able to cut deep enough to take effect and after six blows the Nob stumbles like a drunken hobo that is also on fire. (Your next attack will finish it. Deal with him as you wish.)

Mag-Tay:

The gun-servitors down a couple orks, but orks being orks they continue their advance. Then you detonate the charges. The explosion kills many a ork and then the large drill machine falls forward, crashing threw the already damaged roof which collapses the whole thing. You managed to jump on to the side wall like a spider while all the orks fall into the building below.

Tulllus remarks; "Well that's one way to take care of a problem."

"Bring it, then!" They had a range advantage with their weapons, the weakness of the omni-fist being made clear. Drake slammed his real fist into the right eye of the orc with the chainsword, aiming to daze it and then nail the same orc in the face with quick omni-fist chin-tip, hopefully taking its head off.

The axe-orc would be sidestepped, with the plan being to put chain-orc (or his body) between the two of them to buy a split-second or two for Fury to get a bead on his foe and kill him too...or at least to stagger them both and make fighting them easier. He just needed to buy time for his shields to replenish, and kill them under a stealth field.

Either they would try to pressure him and make a mistake he could exploit, or they would be cautious and die because of it. He just needed to keep them coming at him in a line, or from the same direction.
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"Not as planned, but I'll take it." She climbs up to the sniper's position "Any idea where that leads?"

Nobeard pulls the ax out of the ork's skull with a grunt.
After a quick scan to note if there are any orks in his immediate vicinity.
He puts his ax on his side and them performs a diving roll, picking up his gar as he passes by. He come out of the roll on his feet and then get's to work shooting more orks. Aiming mainly for center of mass But he would also take an opportunity to blow off limbs.

As according to the ill-thought out plan, the orc bursts into flame like an angry literary agent, or a match if you're boring. Now was the time, a classic technique of Astartes warfare was to be used, the Carpe Iecur. Stashing the Intoxicator, he rams his fist into the weakened armor, into the orcs guts and gripping his liver, or the closest organ because Corvus is quite drunk and not terribly picky. Then with a deft swing of the chainsword into the orcs neck, he sends it spiraling into the air.

"IT LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE OUT OF YOUR HEAD MATE!"

Normally, in these instances the Dark Prince's blessings (drugs) would shut down the screaming blood fury that the Khorne bestows within all the Astartes, but due to psychic inhibitor, it seems to be coming in hard. A bellow of pure rage, and Corvus hurls himself at the axe-wielder fighting Fury bringing the chainsword down in a massive overhand chop, and firmly placing a wall of adamantium and ceramite between the rest of the wave and the less enhanced beings.

In a flash of ceramic and alcohol the axe ork facing fury disappears leaving Mr. Chainsword ork a bit confused. Seeing an opening, Fury slams the ork with an omni-fist empowered uppercut that causes the ork's jaw to explode. Surprisingly the ork tackles Fury to the ground bringing his chainsword down at Fury's face who in turn blocks with his fist. You two spend a couple of seconds wrestling and enjoying the pungent smell and decor of the orks now jaw-less face. Suddenly a biotic hammer flashes above Fury's head, pulping the ork's cranium into fine jelly and its body slides off of you. Wrex stands above Fury, helping you back on to your feet. When you look around you see the battle is over. Corvus is standing above the corpse of the axe ork and a few others. Nobeard is finishing off the last one with a shotgun to the face.

Wrex: "Arthur, Garv, you still alive?"

"Sir." The human general stands wielding a pair of magnums. Major Garv pushing himself out from under a pile of dead orks.

Wrex: "Good. Arthur, take the survivors and go to the secondary command center. Garv, take the specter and his comrades to the garage and supply him with some vehicles for his mission."

Wrex address Fury: "Good luck on your mission son, I'm going to the front lines, been cooked up in here to long anyway."

With that team A heads to the garage.

OOC: I will allow you guys to tell a bit of the story in the next post if you wish. Your free to add any events that happen between the control room and garage that pertain to the story. You will not get access to free goodies though.
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Outside

Vorsin reponds to Mag's question: "Schematic show that it is the mess hall."

You try to peer down in the hole but can't spot much threw the debris cloud. You do hear the following though.

"DESTRUCTION OF PROPERTY! TRESS PASSING! BREAKING AND ENTERING! POSSESSION OF ILLEGAL FIREARMS! ATTEMPTED MURDER! ASSAULTING A JUDGE! AND RUINING MY MEAL! THE SENTENCE IS DEATH!"

With that you hear the firing of a large caliber firearm followed a second later by the sound of multiple discharges.
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Drake arced an eyebrow at Wrex. "You sure about this? I lead my guys into battle personally as well, and I certainly respect the quad you must possess to do this, but I don't have a planet that will miss my leadership if I die."

He had no objection about the millennia-old veteran coming with, per se, and figured Wrex was the type to come along whether anyone wanted it or not. Mostly?

He just didn't want to deal with the bad PR in the event that the "Krogan Hero of the Reaper War" died on his watch. Might distract some of the troops.

Wrex looks at Fury questioningly for a couple of seconds when suddenly realizes his mistake.

"Sorry son, i'm not accompanying you. I'm going to teach those green bastards personally that this city will be there grave."

With that he leaves. Taking a squad of veteran krogan with him. Major Garv address the opposite direction.

"This way to the garage, specter."

LOOK AT THEM! WORTHLESS! NOTHING BUT WHEAT FOR THE SCYTHE! HOW CAN YOU EVEN HOPE TO BE PERFECT IF THEY ONLY SEND WORTHLESS GRUNTS AGAINST YOU! THERE IS NO IMPROVEMENT TO BE HAD HERE!

As the last ork is laid to rest with a chainsword blow, Corvus starts coming off the battle lust. Perfection, in combat? I don't care about that, why would I even have such loud and shouty thoughts about that, unless...

Corvus looks over the carnage, a fair amount of dead greenskins, and few assorted UCSC grunts that may or may not have committed the sin of being in the way of a hundred year old superhuman.

Gonna blame those on the orks. Fury might get mad about that friendly fire thing again. How can it be bad, it has friendly in the name.

He pulls the Intoxicator back out and begins drinking from it, a potent drink from some of the farthest systems, a drink created to make you forget all your problems within one drink, and he was currently at 4. Hoping the booze would help drown out what the Dark Lady is pushing him towards, because if he can't be the galaxy's best sorcerer, he'll be the galaxy's best swordsman.

"Allright Fury, Nobeard, you heard the big lizard guy whose name I forgot. He's going to the frontline, and we're going to the motorpool to get a Land Raider, or a really bitching sports car. Those are both likely options that your military would have right?"

Corvus bends down and picks up the nob's head, and tosses it in the grenade bag. He already had a plan or two for it, and he was really only looking forward to doing one. and with that, he hefts the bag and marches out of the room, looking for something fun to drive.

"Since we are on the field..." Fury turned to Corvus. "Charlie-Oscar-Delta-Echo Specter. Releasing restraint one, authorize."

"Next time, literally give them hell, Corvus." He smiled. "Just don't expect to get drunk until after the mission, unless that's a thing again."

Fury knew that whatever vehicle Corvus was taking, he was going to take. It was often the only way to get those in the know to share a vehicle with the Astartes, and those not in the know heard stories, and needed to see a commander taking a risk he expected them to take. Honestly, though, at this point other drivers were too sedate.

"Hm, that actully sounds relitivly handled down there." She hops on the radio ++Fury, how are things where you are? Our problems just fell in the mess hall, sounds like they made a friend.++

++"We are leaving. Get to the garage ASAP."++ Fury didn't slow down as he responded to Mag-Tay, wanting to get this show on the road as soon as he could. He didn't know the tactical acumen of orcs, and he didn't want to find out by giving them time. Besides, the faster they went about this mission, the more likely they were to succeed.

Nobeard follows behind Fury.
"We should get some sort of open topped cargo transport for my Suit so that we don't have to march the suit."

++Acknowledged. Should Tulllus and Vorsin come as well or do you have other orders for them?++ Mag-Tay says this as she makes a slow start to the garage.

Tulllus comments to Mag-Tay: "He'll be wanting everbody, also just got word from Caslius, they are down that hole and have dealt with enemy. Are fastest rout to Fury is threw their."

With that you three head threw the hole, meet with Caslius and the others and head toward the garage.

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Major Garv lead's Fury's group down a hall that contains a handful of ork and citadel corpses, when you suddenly hear a voice coming from a bathroom 20 yards from your position.

"Yu Umies be week and squishee, whatz uz got dat can hurt me!?"

You hear another voice.

"I'M HOLDING LIGHTING!"

With a flash and electrified ork flies out of the bathroom and slams into the wall burnt to a crisp. Two figures step out of the bathroom. Both wearing citadel N7 combat armor but one of them has a bandanna mask over his helm. The normal looking one speaks first.

"That was not a standard overload?"

"Oh John, ye of little faith, that was a custom omni-ability I call lightning bolt, it uses 95% of my tools power."

"Rodriguez, your an idiot."

"And your a horrible friend, John."

They turn to your presence and fall in line. A few minutes later you meet up with Mag-Tay and the others at the garage. As you go in you see Advar guiding Jeeho who is currently piloting Nobeard's mech up a ramp on the back of a transport vehicle known as a bulldog. It basically a massive pickup truck but with enough transport room to house your entire fire team if need be. Sadly it has no main armament. She mag-locks the feet to the bed of the bulldog and hops out.

Major Garv: "I see you've already requisitioned that, I can give you one other transport. Either a Tomkah or a Mako. The Tomkah's sturdier but the Mako's faster. Both have the same firepower and shielding. I can also pitch in a Warthog for free, its armed with the M-41 Vulcan MG."
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Nobeard comments to Rodriguez
"So if that power uses 95% of the Omni-tool then what do you use the 5% for?"

When we get to the motor pool. Nobeard will get ready to get into his mech.

Rodriguez address Nobeard:

"Ah, yes my friend, It comes to no surprise that you would be interested in the magnificence that is myself, Rodriguez ElCazzoro, 4th hero of the many legends, and of course the superior charm of my heroically flowing hair!"

With that he removes his helm with bandanna mask, and indeed his hair flows in the wind, which is surprising because their is no gust in the room. Then you notice the shiny mini-omni-fans on his shoulders performing the desired effect.

"They are designed to activate upon removal of the Bandanna Mask. Do not challenge the Bandanna Mask."
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"Well, Fury, if I'm being honest, the Tomkah seems the more logical choice, being bigger it can fit our more... sizable fighters. But then again, I have always wanted to drive a Warthog. See, Astartes vehicles are either tracked, fliers, or a terrifying daemons sealed into machinery that mortal minds weren't meant to see, and the Warthog is the pinnacle of regular human engineering. It can drive up walls and over dragon's teeth with no problems, and it can go really fast, which is important."

Corvus bounces over to the Warthog like a giddy schoolgirl, running his hand along the front bumper before pressing down and putting a dent in it.

"That'll buff out. Probably."

Now, a slightly saner indvidual might realize that the compartment meant for the driver was about as big as his foot and abort, but minor things like size were a mere afterthought to a veteran Astartes. With a deft shove, he got his legs into the floorboards, but was met with a slight problem, the steering wheel was preventing him from sitting down. Not a problem, a quick tug and throw, and one less steering wheel and Corvus was uncomfortably seated.

"Right, now where are the control levers, got a throttle here, brakes down here, a hand brake... ohhhh....

Err, Fury, be a dear and hand me that steering column I ripped out, turns out it wasn't decorative like thought."

"Sure." Drake picked up the steering column without a hint of emotion and handed it back to Corvus. "If they ask who broke this, I'm pointing to you. And if they make a deduction on the company paycheck because of this, its your vacation pay that will feel the pinch."

"We are taking the assigned vehicles, anyway. Nothing else would survive your driving." He nodded a head to the vehicles. "Let's go, get this scientist, and get out of here with him."

With another terrible crunch, Corvus extricated himself from the now disabled Warthog. But, if it wasn't going to go anywhere...

A swift grab, and now the machine gun was in his right hand, and the ammo box in his left.

"Since this shoddy human engineering can't stand up to my mighty Astartes body, I'll take this heavy stubber, which I'm sure you'll tell me isn't a stubber. So, I take it me and the ellllldwarf, and probably the heavies will take the flatbed for a frontal assault, while you take the rest of the squad with stealth capabilities in the armored transport for extraction. I still recommend the bigger one, but you know, you do you."

Corvus flung open the door of the Bulldog, noting the lack of driver or passenger accessible mounted weapons, but noting the now free roaming mounted weapon in his hand. Some glass shattering, and a minor unapproved modification later, and the front compartment was now set for war.

"Alright boys, who's calling stubber/navigator/ and drink holder?"

Corvus sits behind the console of the Bulldog, ready to drive off, when, disaster! The keys are missing, and everything is labeled in eladrin, the worst of all languages. Now there is a sidequest to retrieve the keys from the filthy space elves from their dark homeworld of Altiaoc.

Dredd takes the gunner seat and after a minute of you being stuck in your own little world he reaches over and pushes the ignition switch. The engines roar to life and you break out of your reverie. Noticing that nothing is labeled in eladrin you sigh in relief.

Nobeard gets in his battlesuit. The mag-locks are strong enough to keep the suit standing even while in motion so you can use it as a makeshift turret for the bulldog. Fury and Mag-Tay take the Tomkah and the unit is split into two fire teams.

Before leaving Advar calls out too Fury. "I'll be keeping Jeeho with me. Will be taking that warthog Corvus broke back to the ship to give it a overhaul, might as well not waste it."

With that you leave the city to the south than after ten minutes head east. You stop at a military checkpoint with a raised bridge that presides over a canyon. While the bridge lowers the officer in charge informs Fury that scouts have seen no enemy forces for the next 30 miles other than the army hitting the city. Also that the hospital is located in a town called Rockcreat.

Before the bridge fully downs, Corvus guns the bulldog and jumps the canyon speeding off to his destination. Luckily the bridge finishes only a few seconds later and the Tomkah follows in pursuit.

For about an hour and 30 minutes you follow a winding road through a forest. You come out of it going down a hill. To your left is still a thick forest. To your right is an open field with many crops and a large barn. In the distance you can make out the town. Suddenly, a red object comes rushing out of a corn field. Corvus, notices it is a squig and before Nobeard or Dredd can shoot it, speeds up so that he can score 10 points. It was at this moment, that he realized, he f%$ked up, for the squig was covered in C4 and chewing on sticks of dynamite. It squelched under the right front tire and explodes. The bulldog does a full 360 spin, luckily not flipping over, and comes to an abrupt stop. The right front side of the bulldog is totaled. A few seconds later Fury and the Tomkah exit the forest and slams on the breaks to avoid hitting the bulldog. Luckily everyone died in a giant fireball, the likes of which could be seen from space. Wait that's not right! Retcon that last sentence, you are all fine.
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