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[Prosperan Son]

The Humie screamed as you run your blade through his stomach. Grabbing his shoulder, you pull him deeper into the blade, savoring the anguish expressed on his face. You raise your choppa into the air, the human still mounted on it and usher your storm boyz forward into the breach in the enemy walls. The New Waaaggghhh Boss is expecting much, and his tolerance for failure is little.

[J0ker2610]

"Come on ya gitzs, get in dere, kill da hummies, kill em all or I'll throw ya to da warboss and he'll have some fun wit ya, hahahaha."
Dere weren't many left where I was so I jumped fuder into da battle to go after more hummies aid me stormboyzs

[Prosperan Son]

Hoots of excitement and battle lust are are heard over the din of gunfire, the screams of both human and ork resounding across the walls. Lasfire rains down from defense towers, the humans proving ever persistent. From across one of the towers, one of the humans carries a portable missile launcher and fires, the rocket flying towards the ground at your feet.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[J0ker2610]

Bein a little smarter dan some orks I try to take off from the ground usin me orky rocket pack

1d100 rolled for a total of: 88 (88)

[Prosperan Son]

The missile slams into the ground in front of you, just as you take off. Debris from explosion smacks into the side of your rocket pack, forcing you to careen towards a mob of your boyz that are in the process of storming one of the towers.

[J0ker2610]

"come on ya gitz, get dat tower, kill all da hummies inside."
Lookin down i notices all da shiny tings on the ground but covered in mud and smashed ta pieces. i watch the boys break in to da tower "oi ya gits kill all da hummies... but bring me back some o dem shiny tings, ya got me ya git and undamaged as well or ill present your ead to da boss as a gift. Now get moving ya Gitzs."

[Prosperan Son]

"We're alittle buzy at da momint!" Snarled one of the boys who was smart enough to stand behind cover, a stream of lasbolts striking the pillar he was using. Turning the corner, he charged, firing as he ran.

[J0ker2610]

"You'd better kill dose enemies ya git, you ran out so do go wastin ya life in secunds ya git." Turin back to the tower he walks in to it and looks up it "hurry up ya stupid boyz, I could get gretchins to do dis faster than ya can do it."

[Prosperan Son]

An explosion goes off a few scant feet away from you, the fiery blast sending you flying back into a mob of your boyz that were about to charge. They luckily manage to catch you" Get up!"One of them snarls" 'Fer the Dok comes to get ya!" He reminds you, the mad doks always looking for new sub-er patients.

[J0ker2610]

"Yes well, if he comes lookin then ill giv I'm you ya git, now pick ya self up boyz and get in der." I stray back from da battle and find one of me storm boyz nobz "oi, git, wer are me elite boyz, I would join have me and you join dem in da thick of da waaagh"

[Prosperan Son]

"Dere right over there ya gob!" The boy gestured behind with a jerk of his thumb. A handful of the storm boyz rushing towards them, eager to kill. As if on cue, an artillery shell fell directly on top of them, vaporizing them in a bloody explosion.

The boy next to you sniggered a bit, finding the scene ironic." So much for dem." He shrugged before turning back to the face the foe, firing with his shoota.

[J0ker2610]

I looked an realisd dat boy was laughing and decided to av some fun "oi boy run at dat tank for me" I stick me last stickkbomb on his back "ya might actually destroy it an be of some use, so go on den" I grab im round the chest wif me powa klaw and throw im at da tank

[Prosperan Son]

The boy snarled in frustration and was about to turn tail before the bomb went off. Scrambling to take it off, he was to late as the device went off in a massive explosion, incinerating him and the threads and side sponson on the right side of the tank, mangling the co-axial pintle bolter as well. Crippled but not down, the tank turned it's main battle cannon towards the Nob and opened fire.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 30 (30)

[J0ker2610]

I see da stupid bullet racing thru da air towards me and I do nothin as I'm an ork in da war but a little but of me hopes it do hurt

[Prosperan Son]

The shell slams practically on top of you, the explosion sending you flying through the air and into a rabble of the charging boys. Flames from the explosion have blackened your skin with burns and soot, while bits of shrapnel and dirt have dug into your chest and arms. Pain surges through your left arm and right leg.

[J0ker2610]

I stan up pain in me leg and arm but I'm an ork "waaaaaagh kill dat stupid tank, waaaaaaagh." I charge da pain almost disappearing wif me thirst for waaagh, I jump pack over da heap of fightin boys and land behind the tank, I then go to slam me power klaw in at the back o da tank, I give it all I got left and shout in good spirit "waaaaaaaaaaaaghghghghgh."

1d100 rolled for a total of: 49 (49)

[Prosperan Son]

The tank rumbled, now known to be a standard Leman Russ Battle Tank, standard chasis, reversing unhindered by the rent in it's back by the ork's power klaw. The hatch at the top of the tank opened, a crewman looking down at the ork who had latched onto the tank and raised his las-pistol, firing two rounds at the nob.

1d100 rolled for a total of: 14 (14)

[J0ker2610]

I move to avoid the shots

1d100 rolled for a total of: 57 (57)

[Prosperan Son]

The las-rounds zip over your head, almost taking your brains out. Almost. The Tank suddenly lurches to a halt, going in reverse now. Hooting could be heard over the treads, apparently one of the orks was hefting a Rokkit Launcher.