No Time For Sorrow

[Dorizzit]

Jakkens coughs up some blood and drops his hammer, and then grabs his Laspistol and fires a badly-aimed shot at the Mek:

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[Penguinizer]

"Hammer of the emperor strikes the heretic, the mutant, and the unclean."
He fires the krak missile, a trail of smoke behind it, heading for the stairs with the mek.

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Attack:(1d20+4)[23]
Damage:(5d6)[15]
Half for the area around the mek.

[Dorizzit]

Jakken, who seems to be a bit better, spits out a gobbet of blood. "Hey, I thought I was the one with the hammer," he jokes weakly.

[Shades of Gray]

OOC: I have internet for 30 minutes on my vacation

This is for the boys back home!

Zavrath fires at it on full power

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Hit: 18
Dmg: 9

[laszarus]

R'nshai's blast of purifying flame wreaths the Mek in immolating prometheum. You see the Mek wince, but he ignores the flames even as the smell of burning Ork flesh fills the area.

Jill's, Jakken's and Tauride's shots hit the Ork, but his armour absorbs the blasts, and he sneers menacingly as he continues on.

M'gn's missile impacts on the barrier, sending deadly shrapnel into the Mek, making him lurch forwards with a grimace. He spits blood, and keeps coming, even though you can see the oozing green that leaves a trail everywhere he treads.

Zavrath's shot slams into the monster, rocking one of its shoulders back and leaving a scorch wound, but the behemoth rolls forwards.

Impact. The beast bears down, roaring frenziedly, on R'nshai. With a single mighty jab, it has the brave Flamer-man's arm in its claw, and with a barely audible whine, the servos in the arm activate. With a truly inhuman scream of pain, the severed arm falls to the floor, blood pumping from the stump and the arm itself. Chuckling evilly, the creature backhands R'nshai with the wrench, his ragdoll-like body limply smacking into the wall, sliding to the floor to rest in a pool of blood.

The Ork then turns, facing the rest of the squad, and snips its bloodied claw menacingly.

OOC: I'm PMing Verrukt for the final fate of his character - you may be surprised.

[Dorizzit]

"R'nshai!" Jakken cries. "Die, greenskin!" Hefting his hammer, Jakken ducks past the Mek and swings his hammer in an arc at the Mek, cringing at the last moment from his injuries:

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[Verruckt]

R'nshai's head lolls to the side, resting on the wall, jaw clenched, eyes wide from shock. His stump continues to spurt, showing that his heart beats yet, although the stream is becoming feeble.

[Viginti_tres]

Tauride gazed upon the tragic scene as it unfolded before him. Unable to react in time to help he simply stood there stunned.

Seeing Jakken running towards the creature he went to yell out or follow him and assist. Instead he simply stood there staring.

When he saw his brother in arms fail to take down the creature and ending up exposed Tauride decided to do something.

Looking down at his bayonet Tauride realized that such a small knife would do nothing against such a large beast. Bullets seemed just as ineffective from back here.

Running towards the monstrosity Tauride waited until he was as close as possible before releasing a round into the creatures head.

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To hit: (1d20+2)[15]
Damage: (2d6)[10]

[purepolarpanzer]

Damn it Jakken I told you to stay back!
Jil takes a few steps back in an attempt to get out of the range of the menacing claw. Looking at her ammo display, she realizes she only has enough left in that clip for one more maxed out burst.
Again, men, and this time extra effort for Ren!!

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Leadership bonus again.To hits (1d20+6)[16] (1d20+4)[9] (1d20+2)[3] To Hurts (3d6+2)[10] (3d6+2)[11] (3d6+2)[16]

[Electric_Monkey]

"Vile beast!", cries Jurgis, "Warp take you!" as he squeezes off another shot at the enormous ork, not daring full auto as his comrades in arms close.

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Attack - (1d20+4)[8] (unmodified +6, +1 for range, -4 for firing into melee, +1 for inspiration.)
damage - (3d6+2)[9] (+1 for range, +1 for inspiration)

[Dorizzit]

((At this point I merely wish to point out that you did not, in fact, ever tell Jakken to stay back.))

[laszarus]

The shots hammer home with greatly increased accuracy, the mutilation of a squadmate seemingly fuelling the fury of the other members. Gorkraj places a shot into the knee of the beast, and Tauride and Jill smash it off its feet with nigh-simultaneous blasts, one to each shoulder. The beast moves as though about to rise, and then, with a hideous sizzling, the burning prometheum finds its eye, and drills through it straight to its brain. It slumps down again, this time definitely dead. You think.

Jakken can see that, although on the brink, R'nshai may be rescuable.

[Dorizzit]

Jakken once more drops his hammer and immediately begins tending to R'nshai:

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"Don't you dare die. If you die, I'll kill you."

[Verruckt]

R'nshai coughs and looks up at Jakken. "Can I pass out now?"

[Dorizzit]

"Yeah. Just don't die."

[Viginti_tres]

With a sigh Tauride slowly lowers his weapon before looking over at Jakken and R'nshai. He was talking at least, and we have a good enough medic he thought to himself. There's never an Adeptus Mechanicus when you need one though.

Unable to bear thinking about what would have happened had it have been him Tauride strode over to the corpse of the beast and with a roar loosed three rounds into its head, careful to avoid any mechanisms.

He then reloaded his rifle and swapped it over for a fresh one, free from sweat and blood, from his holster. Then began to check the body for anything of interest.

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After this he makes his way over to the staircase up and cautiously glances upwards to make sure there were wasn't any more threats up there. Anything to keep busy enough that the mind and eyes dont wander back to R'nshai's plight.

[Dorizzit]

Jakken, having done everything he can for R'nshai, stands and shakes the blood from his hands.

[Electric_Monkey]

Jurgis extricates his lasgun from its position, taking care to avoid injuring anyone with the bayonet, and holds the gun at his side. "Emperor's tears..." he breathes, "Is he going to make it?"

[Dorizzit]

Jakken shrugs. "Maybe. Maybe not. Won't be my fault if he dies, though. And there are worse ways to go. Much worse. Like how my best friend was murdered."

[Electric_Monkey]

Jurgis looks uncomfortable and avoids meeting Jakken's eyes. "Didn't mean to imply anything of the kind...or to bring up your friend..." he mumbles. He then turns to Jill. "Your orders, sarge?" he asks, trying to keep his eyes off R'nashi's crumpled form.

[Verruckt]

R'nshai's lids flutter briefly then stick wide open, he looks up at Jakken. "Can I have some morphine?" he mumbles softly, then he starts visibly and looks at the stump where his right arm used to be. "Oh ****... ok, all of the morphine?" he looks at the ork, but can't muster enough strength to kick it out of spite, or to move at all for that matter. "And may I suggest shooting that bastard several more times in the head, and then cutting it's head off, and then setting it on fire, shoving a live grenade in it's mouth, and then throwing it off the top of the building? Just to make sure mind you." he smiles weakly before lapsing back into unconsciousness.

[Dorizzit]

Jakken gives R'nshai a shot of morphine before slicing the Ork's spinal cord at the neck. ("Just to be sure...")

[purepolarpanzer]

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Jil's voice becomes cool as she gives the squad instructions.
Fire the rocket high and behind his head. That way it will hurt him and not us. Hopefully bring the ceiling down, since we're high enough up it shouldn't bring the building down. I want the flamer up front with me and burning. Maybe we can set him on fire, or atleast slow him. Sniper, back up and fire a hot shot through his brains. Everyone else, full power, full speed, and move back. That's an order. Emporer be with us full power and LET HIM HAVE IT!!
She says this as she steps foreword a few paces, flicking her las to full power, kneeling, and unloading down the hall way at the charging ork.
Emporer be with me as well let my possible sacrifice not be in vain...

That's when I told everyone to stay back.

Jil drops her lasgun and falls to her knees, her heart visibly pounding in her chest.
Praise the Emporer... we won...
Then, as her breathing slows, her eyes flare. She stands up, switches a new cartridge into her las, making sure to place the other into a pouch on her back so she would not grab it accidentaly. Then, she immediately storms over to Jakken.
Private, give me that Warp-Damned hammer! I specifically told everyone to stay back! There's no way in hell that ANY of us are even hurting that thing in a melee confrontation, and against the little bastards you'd just get overwhelmed by numbers and strength. We are Guardsmen! Not Ogryns!
She holds up her las, shaking it.
Against beasts like orcs, THIS is what we use! It keeps you out of their reach, which is where the greenskins are dangerous! And this goes for ALL of you! I want to keep as many of you alive as possible, but if your not going to follow my orders than WHY IN THE EMPORER'S NAME DID YOU NAME ME SEARGENT!?!
She turns away, tears burning her eyes. Quieter and softer, she speaks again.
I had to decide that I would probably die. I'm ok with that. But then I had to decide Ren would die too. Especially with what happened, how do you think that makes me feel? The only thing that could have been worse would have been if any more of you had died after our sacrifices. Being a seargent means deciding who will live and who will die... atleast I won't make you all do anything I won't. All I ask is that you follow my orders when it counts. You can argue if we have time, but in a pinch like that, just DO IT.
She turns back, her face red but dry.
Now give me the hammer.

[Dorizzit]

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Heh heh...oops?

Jakken looks on impassively as Jill rages at him. He then simply points at the pistol hanging from his belt. Finally, he says, "I didn't make you sergeant. But I want to get out of here alive, and insubordination will counteract that goal. Still...you want my respect?" He heaves his hammer through a nearby window. "Earn it." He turns away and checks R'nshai's vital signs.

[laszarus]

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Ooh, inter-party conflict. Nice

Jakken's frenzied attentions saved R'nshai's life. The tourniquet stopped the bleeding, and the morphine put him under to stop any pain. For the moment. However, the wound will need to be cauterised. And stopping for the night seems a good idea right about now.

[Dorizzit]

Jakken asks if anyone has a light.

[Shades of Gray]

Zavrath pulls out his locket. The chain has been snapped.
rrgh
Zavrath Kicks the corpse of the Mek.
Damnit! Xeno Scum!

Jill's'right. We gotta' be careful. Order's Sarge?

fighting for you son, fighting for you...

[Electric_Monkey]

Jurgis digs in the pack he salvaged from the lander, dumping a spare set of fatigues on the floor and eventually extracting a survival kit. "Should be a thumb-sparker in there." he says, "We'll probably also need a stretcher to get him out of here. For poles, I guess most of the furniture in this place has found its way there," he jerks a thumb towards the broken barricade, "and for the fabric, we'd be lucky to find a linen cupboard the orks haven't ransacked. If we're unlucky..." he sweeps a hand towards the tangled fatigues he recently dumped on the floor.

"Of course,"he sighs, "That takes time which first has to be won. Don't let me distract us from the primary task at hand. "

[Shades of Gray]

Zavrath rips a bit of cloth from the bottom of his camo cloak.

Won't make much of a difference anyway will it? This should be good enough for a bandage.

[purepolarpanzer]

We do as planned. Setup here for the night. Rest. Fnd the port tomorrow.
Jil plops into a corner. Then she sighs and stands again, her back popping audibly.
But we have to check this place out. And get set up or the night. Volunteers?