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[Sammael]

'Sisters! We have been called here, not by the Ordo Hereticus, not by our duties, not by the whims of any man, but by the Emperor Himself! He has called us here to bring our holy wrath and cleansing flame to this forsaken planet!' Canoness Samantha, never one for subtlety, bellowed to her sisters. The Canoness was the very picture of the purity of the Order Militant, her face ritually scarred, devotional fleur-de-lys tattoo, and bionic eye gained fighting His foes, before her stood the massed ranks of the Adepta Sororitas, and their sinister Immolator tanks, all clad in the black and white of the Order of the Ebon Rose, the Orks had soiled a sacred relic here, she could see it. There would be a reckoning this day.

Wazzdakka Gutsmek had a perfect plan to deal with the threat he saw in front of him, he always had a perfect plan, for it was usually the same one. He would send the Boyz in to get shot at, then ride in when the enemy was all distracted, and show the runtier Orkz how it's done. As he announced his plan in no uncertain terms he finished with a mote of encouragement for his men: 'An' Anywun 'oo 'as a problem wiv dat Takktik, can make it known to me complaints department... datz me gun, by da way.' There was no dissent, he truly was an effective leader of Orkz.

[Angry Comedian]

Awesome

[Sammael]

Canoness Samantha chose the largest hill next to the relic as her firebase, there were not many lanes of fire, but the Orky Fort and the forest would at least form a bottleneck, It would have to suffice. Standing amongst her Retributor sisters, all brandishing Heavy Bolters and chanting hymnals of accuracy and hate, she drew her relic sword, and kissed it's blade. The Orks advanced, taunting and laughing, a disorganised mess of greenskins, murderous intent glinting off of blood-stained Choppas and rusty Shootas. Samantha knew that now was the time to strike. 'Sisters, Retributors, Daughters of the Flame of the Emperor! These filthy Greenskins know it not, but they desire the Emperor's forgiveness. They need not fear, for we shall deliver it unto them! 'IN HIS NAME, FIRE!' Heavy Bolters roared their approval, and tore Ork Boys to shreds, the fist-sized mass reactive bolts turning their targets into paste with ruthless efficiency, 'OI! Dat wun owed me teef!' yelled the Nob as his subordinate exploded in gruesome fashion, 'Now youz got me all argry!' and with that the green tide surged forward once more.

[Sammael]

'WAAAAAAAAAGH! We are da Orks! We fight and we win! Roared Ork Nob Gutsmasha Bootface as he disembowelled a Seraphim from his ambushing charge, it was his Kunnin' plan to hide in the bushes and jump the 'Winged Gurlz' It worked brilliantly. with only a single sister left, terrified, but furiously resolute, she fired here jet pack, and then her hand flamers, roasting a score of her former aggressors, then the sisters launched an ambush of thier own, as sisters emerged from the tree line, Heavy flamers pouring Promethium forth in great gouts of holy fury.

The orks were burning, but so were the Sisters' vehicles, Ork Rokkit Launchas taking a heavy toll on the lightly armored but rapid Immolators and Rhinos, Wazzdakka was having so much fun he punched his turbo boosta on his warbike by accident. A great streak of flame and curse words tore across the battlefield, spouting death from his Dakkagun.

'Sisters, the Warboss comes this way, let us end this quickly!' with these words, the Canoness's squad prayed for protection from what was to come. As the Warboss's hail of death spewed forth, all around could see a wall of beautiful, terrible golden light absorbing the rounds into nothingness, confused Wazdakka charged forward, Samantha and her Celestians followed suit, stealing the initiative, Belligerence and a foul stench clashed with furious chanting prayers and blessed incense, and then Blessed blade met Greenskin flesh, reeling, Wazdakka fell from his bike, The Canoness drew her Bolt Pistol, Armored foot on the Orks' chest. 'Filthy Greenskin, your soul shall never find peace, but for soiling this holy ground, you shall find death. In his name I condemn you to-' the Ork cut her off 'Wha' youz talkin' 'bout?' He was answered with three bolt rounds into the skull. 'Prefer deeds to words, do we? Very well, then.' She said, directing her sisters to fall back to the Relic and await their extraction.

[Hudson]

And then they die!!!!!!!

[destroyerOFwill]

Nicely done!