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>Fire on S1

>"All units, this is Orpheus Tychore. All Tung squadrons are to strike the anti-orbital guns on Site Primaris immediately. Repeat, all Tung squadrons are to strike the anti-orbital guns immediately. Neutralize the guns at all costs."

"Good for them," snorts Cuugo as the Tung blips on the auspex drift into the distance. "They weren't going to do much against Engines."

"Focus, Moderati Nicator," says Mistra, "we have an Engine-battle at hand to execute. Orders, Princeps?"

You give the pack of Xeno-Engines on the auspex a quick look. The smaller one in the fornt would do nicely. "All armaments on the target. Fire when ready."

A voice comes in through the vox--it is gruff, barely audible over the roaring, thundering engine of the Leman Russ. "This is Captain Jenazat Hallye of the Uthuan Harbingers Harbingers 3rd Company, commanding the 'Sovereign Reaper'. You know Engine-battles better than us, Princeps, direct us as you will."

>Roll for weapons
>>If you'd like Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing weapons, please state them now.

>Give orders to the Uthuan Harbingers.
>"Captain, stay just within maximum effective range of your weapons and provide what fire support you can. Tankred will bear the brunt of their assault." (Minimize Uthuan casualties, maximize threat to Tankred)
>"Captain, coordinate your Company with me for a synchronized assault on the enemy Engines." (Even pressure on Uthuans and Tankred)
>"Captain, you must launch a full assault on the xenos. I will provide fire support." (Maximize Uthuan casualties, minimize threat to Tankred)
>Other
>>Note: The Uthuan Harbingers are skilled with their tanks, and
there's about 40 of them, but tanks typically need to outnumber an Engine 10 to 1 to have a real chance of bringing it down. This Uthuan company is an even mix of Leman Russ Battle, Vanquisher, and Exterminator patterns.

>>31435473
>"Captain, stay just within maximum effective range of your weapons and provide what fire support you can. Tankred will bear the brunt of their assault."
+
>Other: Lure the xenos engines into Uthuan guns

>>31435570
Don't forget to roll for weapons! As voted on the last thread, we are firing at S1.

Rolled 3, 3 = 6

>>31435592

Dice for the Omnissiah!

Voting ends. Writing...

>>31435634
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>>31435473
>"Captain, stay just within maximum effective range of your weapons and provide what fire support you can. Tankred will bear the brunt of their assault."
>+
>Other: Lure the xenos engines into Uthuan guns

Captain Hallye's voice is incredulous. "Princeps, that's five Engines you're facing. Are you insane?"

Your reply is terse and clipped. "No, captain, because I will be luring them into a killzone created by you and your company. Make ready your guns, we will be taking them to you shortly."

"Compliance, Princeps. Hallye out."

You next glance at Cuugo. "Moderati Nicator, take us down to bearing oh-oh-nine, full stride."

"Bearing oh-oh-nine, full stride!" cries Cuugo. The cockpit bucks and shakes as Tankred's iron legs bear its form loping across the battlefield.

You focus your aim at the incoming Xeno-Engines, aiming at the smaller one in front, steadying your pounding heart, trying to keep out the knowledge that you are facing five Engines without the rest of the Warmongers.

At the last second, Tankred seems to buck in bloodlust, and your shots go wide.

"Miss," you growl.

<Targeting matrix code-error detected,> blurts Deculta from the Enginarium, <rectifying...>

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>S3
>G1
>G2

>>31436025

>Target S2

>Movement south after firing

>>31436025
S1, drawing them into our killzone.

>>31436025
Voting ends. Writing and drawing...

>>31436314
Hrm, for some reason I saw the "Target S2" as "Target S1".

Please choose between the following options within the next 5 minutes:

>Target S1
>Target S2

If the tie is not broken, then I will roll d20. evens = S1, odds = S2.

>>31436357
S1, its closer.

A yankee told me to get involved here
How do I into Titan Quest?

>>31436357
Tiebreaker ends. Writing.

>>31436462
Welcome to Titan Quest! All you have to do is read my posts (I'm the OP) and vote on options as they come up. Votes are marked in greentext.

<Targeting matrix repaired. You may proceed with the purging, Princeps.>

<My thanks, enginseer.> You aim your weapons again, sighting the Engine you missed earlier, waiting for the machine spirits within the fixed targeting matrix to find you your mark.

"Fire."

>Roll for weapon damage
>>It sounds like the thread wants to head south and position ourselves between the Ork Gargant mob and the Uthuans, then start moving towards the Uthuans to lure the Orks into kill zones. So we'll be going with that.
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>>31436462
For rolling for weapons damage, follow these instructions:

http://pastebin.com/dc8KT8mb

If you'd like to read the older threads, go here:

http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html?tags=WH40k%20Titan%20Quest

>>31436572
Can i fire the turbo laser twice?

>>31436618
Nope, each weapon can only be fired once per turn.

Rolled 1 + 6

>>31436643
ok so turbo laser and plasma destructor then.

>>31436696
dice+1d20+6+1d20+3
Did I enter the dice right?

>>31436696
>>31436719
Hrm, I think I might not have explained enough in full...

In the first thread, we voted on what weapons our Titan has: we ended up taking the Vulcan Megabolter and the Turbolaser. Consult the combat mechanics pastebin on how each weapon works.

Because of this, we do not have access to the Plasma Destructor.

When rolling for weapons damage, you simply roll 1d20 for each weapon you want to fire. So on the e-mail field, you'd roll "dice+2d20". I will add the appropriate bonus numbers myself after I see the dice roll results.

If you've got any other questions, feel free to ask!

Rolled 8, 8 = 16

>>31436719
/tg/ dice get a bit screwy when you start using +x functions, and you can't do multiple dice functions using +/-.

You're best off rolling just the plain d20s

>>31436764
Thanks mate

>>31436805
No problem. Always glad to have a new player!

Rolled 10, 17 = 27

>>31436836
so, actually rolling now

>>31436572
Rolling ends. Writing...

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>>31436764
The Xeno-Abomination's power fields flare as your Turbolaser strikes it, sparks flying from the crude energy field. A salvo from your Megabolter rips away the rest and lands several good hits against the hull. Smoke pours out where the armor is ruptured.

"Princeps," says Cuugo. You can hear the grin in his voice, but his words are also tinged with a hint of nervousness. "I believe we have their attention."

The earth around you erupts as five Ork Gargants let loose their volleys, but the Machine God is with you--the worst is a shot easily turned aside by your Void Shields, barely draining them of power. Orks never were known for their marksmanship.

By now Tankred has positioned itself between the Orks and the Uthuans, and is beginning to stride backwards, keeping all guns pointed at the foe.

>Choose a target
>S1
>S2
>S3
>G1
>G2

>>31436719
/tg/ dice can't handle such complex functions and most of the time just fail and give a result of 1

>>31437081
Oh, and Tankred status:

9 HP
9 SP

(I rolled the Ork weapon rolls by hand, and I believe the results were 3, 5, 3, 7, and 3. On 1d20. Yeah.)

>>31437081
>S2

>>31437081
If allowed

>Target: S1 with megabolter (we shot that one last turn, correct?)
>Target: If S1 dies, Turbolaser to S2

>>31437226
Indeed, you can target different enemies with each of your weapons. Your vote is perfectly legal.

>>31437226
Agreed

>>31437327
Just in time! I was just about to make a tiebreaker post.

-----
>Target S1 with Megabolter first, then Turbolaser. If S1 is destroyed by Megabolter, target S2 with Turbolaser instead.

The Manifold tells you that your target is critically wounded--it is time to finish it off swiftly.

"Targeting solution ready."

"Fire!"

>Roll for weapons
>Tankred will be moving southwest towards the gap between the Uthuans. If you'd like Tankred to move differently, please state so now.

Rolled 2, 7 = 9

>>31437373

>Tankred will be moving southwest towards the gap between the Uthuans. If you'd like Tankred to move differently, please state so now.

Confirming move.

Unleash the Omnissiah's fury!

Rolled 8, 4 = 12

>>31437373
rolling

Rolled 17, 1 = 18

>>31437373
rollan

>>31437373
Alright, we've got our 3 rolls. Writing and drawing...

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>>31437373
Bolt after bolt after bolt slams into the stricken Xeno-Engine. Mass-reactive shells, each the length and width of a man's arm, burrow into the flaming armored hull and explode, scattering scrap-metal and plumes of flame. Each bolt makes the Engine shudder, each detonation tips it backwards, until with a screech of metal it smashes into the earth.

"Engine kill," says Mistra. Her voice is calm, but you can hear the hint of satisfaction in it. You yourself can't help but smile.

"Change targets to the closest Engine, fire the Turbolaser when ready."

"Turbolaser ready, aye."

"Fire."

The Ork's Power Field flares as the Turbolaser scourges it, but despite Tankred's fury the field still holds. Grimacing, you order Tankred to move back, half pace, Ork shells chasing you all the while.

One strikes true.

"Void Shields holding at 55%!"

<Actuators nearing dangerous heat levels, dispatching servitors.>

You hear none of this, however, as you clench your teeth, doing your utmost to ignore the pain clawing away at your chest. Blood sings through your ears as ruby-red welts form across your sternum.

"R-ready weapons," you manage to gasp, "Moderati Mi-Mistra, give me a firing solution."

"Aye, Princeps."

In the Manifold, you see the blossoms of heat signatures as the Uthuans begin to open fire.

>Choose a target
>S2
>S3
>G1
>G2

>>31437709
>>S2
both guns

>>31437709
Tankred Status:

5 SP
9 HP

Rolled 16, 4 = 20

>>31437709
fire turbo lasers, recharge shields.

>>31437836
Is there a particular target you'd like to fire the Turbolasers at? Furthermore, would you like to also fire your Megabolter?

>>31437885
turbo laser and mega bolter at S2

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>>31437709
>Fire on S2

"Weapons ready."

Tankred's arms buck as its weapons roar, sending death and fury at the nearest Xeno-Engine.

>Roll for weapons and shield recharge (i.e. roll 3d20)

Rolled 14, 9, 5 = 28

>>31438012
ere we go

Rolled 13, 17, 6 = 36

where'd those other anons go?

rolling for them

Rolled 3, 12, 6 = 21

>>31438012
Kill em' all

>>31438211
Hrm, were you the guy who rolled >>31438042
? If so, I'm afraid I can't count your 2nd rolls since that'd be cheating!

Rolled 1, 2, 5 = 8

>>31438258
yep, dunno how its cheating though, 3 rolls are 3 rolls

>>31438012
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>>31438282
You raise a good point. I'll count those rolls.

----

Like a boil popped by a lance, the Xeno-Engine's Power Field bursts under the fury of your Turbolaser. Bursts from your Megabolter follow, hewing yet more metal from its chassis. What's left is a barely functiong wreck that the Uthuans finish off.

The returning fire does not relent, however, and Tankred is rocked by another blow. Through the pain, you vaguely comprehend the Manifold telling you that your crew is trying, and failing, to raise Void Shields.

>Tankred status:
>3 SP
>9 HP

Then you notice something on the auspex. "Princeps!" says Cuugo. "One Engine is going after the Uthuans!" Indeed, one of the Ork-Engines turns its attention from you to your Imperial allies. It weathers a salvo of tank rounds and begins spewing fire, Imperial tanks withdrawing in the face of its might.

>Choose a target
>S3
>G1
>G2

>Choose a course of action
>Intercept S3--we must assist the Uthuans.
>Let the Uthuans deal with S3--divide the xenos, then conquer them.
>Other

>>31438459
>G1
Both guns, we can hit S3 after we deal with G1

Also, we can't try raising shield until next turn right?

>>31438541
Indeed, we can't attempt to raise shields next turn. I'll also be counting your post as a vote for

>Let the Uthuans deal with S3--divide the xenos, then conquer them.

unless you specify otherwise.

>>31438459
>S3
Fire on it with everything we have

>Other
"We cant get in close with a Stompa. Have your tanks get out of the way as fast as possible, I'm bringing it down."

>>31438569
it was more divide and conquer, with us killing G1 and splitting the xenos engines, then we can help them out

>>31438459
We seem to have a tie between...

>Target G1, divide the Xeno Engines

and

>Target S3, have the southern Uthuans disengage from S3

Please choose between the above 2 options. If the tie is not broken within 5 minutes, I will roll 1d20. Evens = option 1, odds = option 2.

Target S3, have the southern Uthuans disengaeg from S3

Sorry if i screwed up, brand spanking new to 4chan period, so first post ever

>>31438822
Tiebreaking ends. Tabulating.

>>31438893
Welcome to 4chan!

thank you, and so i can denoob myself as fast as humanly possible, how do i roll die and get the green text (those seem the most important at the moment)

>>31437094
>(I rolled the Ork weapon rolls by hand, and I believe the results were 3, 5, 3, 7, and 3. On 1d20. Yeah.)

Dat BS2 at work

>>31438964
rolling is simple, just type "dice+NdN" in the email field, where the first N is number of dice, and the second N is type of dice, so for 2d20 you'd type "dice+2d20", its case sensitive, so no caps or spaces

greentext is likewise simple, just put a ">" infront of text you want to greentext

I'd recommend you get the 4chanX extension, it makes replying and following conversations very easy

Rolled 2

>will it be green?

just a test, thanks btw if this works

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>>31438893
Welcome to 4Chan

>>31439064
I don't know why that didn't work

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>>31438459
>Target S3, have the southern Uthuans disengage from S3

You can't help but grimace--without help, the Uthuan squadrons to the south are going to take heavy casualties. You decide to hail Captain Hallye.

"Captain Hallye, this is Tankred. Disengage from the Ork Engine advancing on your position, we will attempt take it down from afar."

"What?" says Hallye, shoutign into his vox over the sounds of his Leman Russ. "Princeps, if you are insinuating that my men are weak--"

"I am insinuating nothing, Captain, we simply cannot afford to take such heavy casualties at this point of the battle; once we're done here, your Uthuans must stand ready to act as a mobile reserve elsewhere. Have your men withdraw, and we will cover them."

After a heavy pause, Hallye's voice comes back onto the vox. "Very well. Squads Alpha through Iota, disengage to coordinates seven-six-eight by..."

>Roll for weapons
>>If you'd like Tankred to make any maneuvers before, during, or after firing weapons, please state them now.

Rolled 7, 17, 13 = 37

>>31439106
Keep moving south/down so the orks have a harder time hitting you

Rolled 5, 18 = 23

>>31439106
lets move back a little, continue to draw G1 to us and split the xenos up

Rolled 18, 1 = 19

>>31439153
Crap I only meant to roll 2 dice

Rolled 3, 6 = 9

maybe slow net, i'm running the line on crashing it, keep moving south

>test, MK II

>>31439153
Rolling ends. Writing and drawing...

>18 for Turbolaser, 18 for Megabolter

There's the high rolls I know and love!

Rolled 13, 16 = 29

>>31439216
gotta love my terrible luck with dice, which 4chanx should i get? and sorry for all the questions

>>31439292
didn't mean to roll, also please forgive the double post

>>31439292
https://4chan-x just-believe in/ (get rid of the spaces, 4chan thinks its spam)

its easy to install and use, also the 4chan inline (default, but has to be turned on in settings)extension can work if you don't want to mess around with 3rd party extensions

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>>31439106
Something strikes you--whether it is instinct or a flash of insight from the Machine God Himself you're not certain, but something tells you to adjust your aim -just- so. Your modifications to the targeting solution makes Mistra quirk an eyebrow. "Princeps? What are you--"

In the distance, the Xeno-Engine erupts in a cloud of flame and melting steel, its crude reactor blasted apart by your god-slaying weapons. Your Moderati look back and forth, back and forth at your latest kill and yourself.

"I...Engine kill, I suppose." Mistra can only shake her head in disbelief.

Hallye's voice cuts in through the shock. "Nicely done, Princeps. I'm assuming this means my squadrons won't be withdrawing, so I'll have them re-engage the remaining Engines. Hallye out."

It appears the Orks too were taken aback by your fury--returning fire is sporadic and comically inaccurate.

>Choose a target
>G1
>G2

>>31439369
oooh, this is cool, thanks, everything i just learned is the same right?

>target G1 with laser and turbo, i'm feeling like cooked swiss ork tonight

Rolled 18, 15 = 33

>>31439558
G1, both laser and bolter, purge their inferior constructs, and show them the true power of a god machine

Rolled 5, 10 = 15

>>31439558
i guess i should have rolled aswell, well that's it for the noobness

>>31439618
yep

>>31439558
>G1
Both guns, and attempt to restore shields

>>31439688
rolls are only needed when TB calls for them, after we've voted on targets and maneuvers, but people sometimes leave their dice in the email field anyway

>>31439688
Nah, >>31439656 probably didn't mean to make those rolls--4chan tends to keep whatever you wrote last in the Email line, and people frequently forget to clear that bit when they post.

Don't worry about stray rolls, though; the system we have going means that I'm rarely confused by rolls.

>>31439726
>rolls are only needed when TB calls for them, after we've voted on targets and maneuvers, but people sometimes leave their dice in the email field anyway

Pretty much.

>>31439763
I'm not >>31439688

>>31439726
hmm, well i'll just follow along and do my best

>>31439763
awesome, at least i wont screw anything up

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>>31439558

Your blood is up now, and Tankred's calls for war thunder through your mind. Three Engines slain with minimal casualties--this is an engagement to remembered.

"Moderati!" you cry. "Firing solution on the Engine at bearing three-oh-seven!"

"Firing solution ready!"

>Roll for weapons and shield restoration

Rolled 9, 8, 11 = 28

>>31439920
FIRE EVERYTHING

>>31439920
Let's turn these puny ork heretics into slag!

Rolled 5, 17, 14 = 36

>>31439920

Rolled 19, 13, 13 = 45

>>31439964
Nothing to see here

>>31439990
Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31439920
Fun fact, gargants and stompas are easy as shit to build out of cardboard boxes, cardboard tubes, and plasticard. My gaming group hates me for apoc.

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>>31439920
Yours is Ork-slayer, dethroner of abominable iron gods that obscene Xenos raise as an affront to the Machine God. Tankred's Turbolaser bursts the Gargant's Power Fields in one strike, while its Megabolter tears apart armor and superstructure until the Engine is well perforated. But Orks are resilient if nothing else, and this holds true for their blasphemous creations--despite your assault, your target still stands, albeit barely. Additional Vanquisher shells from Uthuan squadrons send it periously close to a catastrophic reactor breach.

<Diverting power to Void Shields,> blurts Enginseer Deculta. <Void Shields restored to 55% functionality.>

'Good,' you think. 'One Engine is about the fall: the other is badly outnumbered. Soon--'

Your thoughts, as well as your Void Shields, are blasted apart by a salvo from the two enemy Engines. Your blood vessels rupture, your flesh and muscle split apart in sympathetic pain as Tankred's Void Shields collapse and Ork munitions carve deep gashes into your shoulder and across your stomach.

"Princeps!" screams Cuugo. "Darius! Stay with me!"

Mistra's voice is tense, taught like a drawn iron cord. "Moderati Nicator, focus on your duties."

"But he's hurt--!"

"Focus. On. Your. Duties. Or Darius will die."

"I..."


>Tankred status:
>0 SP
>8 HP

>Choose your target
>G1
>G2

>>31440309
>(tfw you hand roll a 17 and a 15 for the Ork rolls)

>>31440309
Finish off G1 with the megabolter, if that kills it, hit G2 with the turbolaser, if it does not kill it, hit G1 with the turbolaser

>>31440309
>>G1
>>G2
Mega-bolter on the near dead one
Turbo laser on the other

>>31440309
>Target G1 with Bolter then Laser is still standing, switch targets if primary target is eliminated
They have struck this mighty fist of the Emperor, they shall pay for that

>>31440309
Bolter the shield dropped one, laser the shields of the second if we kill the first. We need void shields soon.

>>31440309
Uthuans please unleash barrage.

>>31440423
>We need void shields soon.
well we just restored them before they got obliterated, so we can't try raising them until the turn after next

>>31440309
>Fire on G1, all weapons

"Moderati...Moderati Mistra," you manage to say, "split-fire targeting solution, if you'd please."

"Darius--" says Cuugo, but you cut him off.

"Moderati Nicator, maneuver us into an optimal firing position."

cuugo gives you a long, hesitating look, then turns back to his post. "Compliance, Princeps. Maneuvering now."

You aim your weapons, ignoring the wet, growing patches of warmth spreading across your torso.

>Roll for weapons
>Note: we are unable to roll for Void Shield restoration until the next round.

>>31440765
Typo: that's supposed to read, >Fire on G1 with Megabolter first, then turbolaser G2 assuming G1 is finished off

Rolled 20, 16 = 36

>>31440765
The emperor protects

Rolled 18, 1 = 19

>>31440765
Kill the xeno

>>31440822
yes, yes he does.

Rolled 16, 6 = 22

>>31440765

Rolled 12, 4 = 16

>>31440765
For honor!! For Glory!! For the Emperor!!

Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31440822
Kek

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>>31440765
There is a secret amongst the Collegia Titanica that few outside it know, even among other Mechanicus.

Most assume that the most untested Princeps are assigned to Warhounds because Warhounds are the most numerous and easiest to replace among Titans, as far as Titans can be described as such. This is true, to an extent--only a fool would entrust something as mighty and willful as an Imperator to a young, untested mind.

But the other reason is this: the Warhound is a test of will for the youngest Princeps, for it is a seductive beast. It is a destruction-luster, blood-thirster, and for a young Princeps eager for glory, it is all too easy to give into that bloodlust, the Machine Spirit's call for violence. It is a sweet nectar that can be sipped, but never wholly drunk. And so the Warhound is both a weapon and a test for the Collegia; a test of will against not just the loss of self in face of a mighty Machine Spirit, but also a test against temptation.

At this moment, you are perilously close to failing this test, hurt and disoriented as you are from the shock of your wounds, and in such a state Tankred's Spirit bays for violence. But for now you could not ask for a sword sharper, a weapon mightier.

Your right arm's Megabolter chews apart the Gargant, an Engine whose size and armament dwarfs even your own. Before it can even finish exploding, you turn to your last prey and unleash upon it the fury of a sun, stripping it of its Power Fields and turning armor plates to slag. Uthuan shells follow in its wake, and you can barely resist the urge to scream at them, turn your guns on them--no one takes Tankred's prey.

A stray shot from the Gargant leaves a gash on your unshielded thigh, but the wound barely registers.

>Tankred status:
>0 SP
>8 HP

>Choose a course of action:
>Finish G2
>The rest of Legio Pugnatores needs you. Return to the main battle, your work here is done.

>>31441231
>Return to Legio Pugnatores
I also recommend that we take a minute to focus on recharging our shields.

>>31441231
>Finish G2
with the turbolaser, its not worth the ammunition from the mega bolter, lets kill it quickly and head back to the Legio

>>31441231
>The rest of Legio Pugnatores needs you. Return to the main battle, your work here is done.

>>31441293
Agreed, recharge the shields when direct threat is minimal

>>31441231
>>The rest of Legio Pugnatores needs you. Return to the main battle, your work here is done.
"You guys can clean up here, right? I'm going to rejoin the main force and continue the advance. Join up with us once you finish here."

>>31441231
Return, recharge. The uthuans can handle what little is left.

>>31441231
Vox the legio, seeing if they need us, while firing our weapons at G2. Try to rein in our emotions. Recharge shields.

>>31441306
FYI, you effectively have infinite ammunition for your Megabolter. Unless we take Tankred on a patrol that lasts for days and get into an engagement every day of it, we won't have to worry about running out of ammo.

>>31441331
I know, but its the thought that counts, a simple battlefield 'fuck you' as we finish them with nothing but a parting shot as we leave, its saying they are not worthy to share the battlefield with us, something that matters greatly to the orks

>>31441231
Voting ends. Writing...

>>31441231
>The rest of Legio Pugnatores needs you. Return to the main battle, your work here is done.

<Hormone levels spiking. Moderati Nicator, Ossea, please attend to the Princeps, he is in danger of being overcome by this Engine's Machine Spirit.>

Both your Moderati start as they turn in their seats, looking back at you. Your eyes are wide, bloodshot, and your teeth are clenched in a rictus-grin. Your breath saws in and out, in and out, and your knuckles are alabaster-white from their grip on the command throne.

"Blood of the Machine..." mutters Cuugo. "Darius? Darius! Stay with us, remember who you are and who's with you. Darius?"

"Princeps," says Mistra. The MIU plugs anchor her to her chair, but she turns in her chair and leans towards you as far she possibly can. "Princeps--no, Darius. Listen. Listen to me." Her hand is just barely able to grasp yours, and the sudden touch of human flesh makes you start.

Cuugo follows suit, and he too manages to get a firm grip on your trembling hand. "You remember, don't you? The Bronzed Dams of Inkaro? When we had seminars there, and we'd try to fall asleep without Techpriest Altri noticing?"

"Or our first simulated engagement," says Mistra, her voice soothing and calm, "when we were graded at the top of our class?"

Cuugo can't help but chuckle. "Grito couldn't get over that for weeks. Insisted that you cheated. You remember that, don't you, when he accused you of secretly defiling the simulator's code when no one was looking?"

Yes...you do remember. Memories and sensations seep into your mind, displacing Tankred's fury.

"Come back to us, Darius," says Cuugo.

"Aye. Legio Pugnatores needs you."

And with a snap that sends you crashing back into your throne, you feel yourself free of Tankred's anger.

You suck in air that suddenly feels sweet and cool. "I...Tankred. Its anger, I -felt- it, like never before. Almost lost in it."

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>>31441839
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<Indeed,> comes Deculta's data-blurt. <Hormonal levels and MIU-synchronization levels were well beyond danger thresholds. Your Moderati did much to prevent you from being subsumed by this Engine's Machine Spirit.>

You give your Moderati, your closest friends, a long look each. "Thank you. Thank you both. I might be a burnt out husk now if it weren't for you."

Two smiles of relief are your reply. "Glad you're back with us," says Cuugo, as Mistra nods in agreement. "Shall I maneuver us back to the primary engagement, give us a chance to collect ourselves? The Uthuan captain just sent us a message that his Company can handle the remaining Xeno-Engine."

"Aye," you say. "Aye, let's do that."

>Choose an option
>We currently have a company of Tung Lancers on bikes racing for Site Primaris, seeking to take out the anti-orbital guns. Should we...
>>Do a perspective change to the Tung Lancers, and guide them on their mission to destroy the anti-orbital guns
>>This is a Titan quest, dammit! Get on with the Titan fighting. Skip to Tankred getting back into the primary Titan engagement. (Tung Lancers will have succeeded in shutting down the anti-orbital guns by the time Tankred gets back.)

>>31441857
>>Do a perspective change to the Tung Lancers, and guide them on their mission to destroy the anti-orbital guns
Fulfill the mission and take out those guns!!

>>31441857
Lancers a go!

>>31441857
>Do a perspective change to the Tung Lancers, and guide them on their mission to destroy the anti-orbital guns
Yeah bike guard

>>31441857
>>>This is a Titan quest, dammit! Get on with the Titan fighting. Skip to Tankred getting back into the primary Titan engagement. (Tung Lancers will have succeeded in shutting down the anti-orbital guns by the time Tankred gets back.)
we iz titan, not squishy little mens

>>31441857
>>>Do a perspective change to the Tung Lancers, and guide them on their mission to destroy the anti-orbital guns

Holy shit! BIKES

>>31441857
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>>31441857
>Do a perspective change to the Tung Lancers, and guide them on their mission to destroy the anti-orbital guns

You are Lao Tung, Hetman of the Tung 6th Lancers.


In the grim darkness of the far future, all you ever need to prosecute a war is a good biker on a good bike with a good gun. Everything else is a waste of time--Titans, tanks, Astartes, that's all shiny toys.

And while the red tin-heads from Mars have their glory battles out on the field, it's up to you and your Tung Lancers to accomplish the REAL mission: take out Site Primaris.

"Hetman Lao!" comes the cry in your vox-bead. Ming-Han Shan, your lieutenant. "Site Primaris is dead ahead!" And indeed, there they are, the huge anti-orbital guns, each capable of pulling down an Imperial warship straight out the void and sending it crashing it into the earth. In front of them are packs of Orks, accompanied by clanking, bowl-legged walking machines with saws for hands.

"Men of Tung," you say, over the deafening roar of thousands of war-bikes. "Men of Tung, ahead is the enemy. Drive them before you! And I do not know if these ugly Ork creatures have women, but if they do, make them hear the lamentations of their warriors!" A chorus of cheers greet you as you consider your plan of attack...

>Choose a plan of attack
>>Blitz: strike all of the anti-orbital guns at once. A swift blow knock as many of them out as possible.
>>Divide and conquer: concentrate your forces on one gun at a time, using the majority of them to storm a gun while the rest remain on bikes, warding off any reinforcements.
>>Other


Notes:
There are a total of 4 anti-orbital guns.
Each anti-orbital gun has several hundred Ork troops supported by light walkers.
You have approximately 2,000 biker ready to fight.
Most of your armaments consist of lasguns, autocannons (mounted on two-man attack bikes), plasma guns, frag/krak grenades, and melta charges.

>>31442353
Addendum:

The 4 anti-orbital guns are arranged in a diamond pattern, with one to the north, one to the east, one to the west, and one to the south. The Tung Lancers are closest to the gun to the south.

>>31442353
>>Divide and conquer: concentrate your forces on one gun at a time, using the majority of them to storm a gun while the rest remain on bikes, warding off any reinforcements.

>>31442353
>>Blitz: strike all of the anti-orbital guns at once. A swift blow knock as many of them out as possible.
Were bikes, not tanks, hit and run fast attacks are what we do, not sit at each gun taking a pounding

>>31442353
>Divide and conquer
We will take out each gun, overwhelm their defenses, before the Orks can marshall a force to stop us.

>>31442353
>>>Divide and conquer: concentrate your forces on one gun at a time, using the majority of them to storm a gun while the rest remain on bikes, warding off any reinforcements.
Bikers charge!!

>>31442428
We need to dismount to take out a gun so it will be best to stay in a large group

>>31442353
Have 1000 head to south gun and 1000 head to east gun. We'll take those simultaneously then move NW and repeat.

Imagine if we had taken White Scars or Dark Angels...

>>31442353
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>>31442353
>Divide and conquer

"We will assault the southernmost gun first." You pull out your curved power sword and point it forwards, igniting the weapon and sending blue lightning streaking down the blade. "Boar's Tusk Formation! Ride them down!"

"RIDE THEM DOWN!"

A Tung bike-charge is a thing of fast, brutal beauty. As the bikes near their prey, those with clear shots pour fire into the weakest spot in the enemy lines. Then, on command, the Tung race for the opened gap, crushing and overrunning all in their path, until the line is broken and the wheeling Tung turn on their outmaneuvered and confused prey.

This is what happened to the Orks at the southernmost gun.

Your beloved bike crushes Ork upon Ork as it roars into the gap. Your power sword rises and falls, rises and falls, each stroke chopping limbs, severing heads, cleaving weapons and armor in twain. Your Lancers are just behind, shooting and blasting and hacking and crushing.

A bellow from your right--you turn, and before you is a huge, particularly ugly Ork, armed with a colossal axe. Instead of a proper axe head, the killing end is a chainblade, making the head of the weapon look like some manner of toothed beast. Its wielder roars out what sounds like a challenge.

>Propose a plan of attack
>>Example: Charge the Ork, zoom past it while dropping a payload of grenades at its feet, wheel around as it's recovering from the explosion, then finish it off with your sword
>>Example: Take potshots with your plasma pistol, then when it gets close kick some dust into its eyes with your wheels and chop off its legs

Weapons available to Hetman Lao Tung:
Plasma Pistol
Power Sword
Frag/Krak Grenades
Your bike

>>31442743
Maximum style points, charge the ork while shooting him, then wheelie to take him under your bike, while dropping a couple frags onto him, then you just ride away form the explosion like a badass

>>31442743
take potshots with our pistol, try and hit its legs and its axe, piss it off while we keep circling it, then when it charges us in fury, drop a grenade and reverse, letting it charge over the grenade

>>31442743
Kek. Just circle it while shooting with the plasma pistol to piss it off. If it tries charging kick some dust around and drop some grenades.

Voting ends. Writing...

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>>31442743
>>31442799
>>31442805
>>31442853

You split your face with a grin as the huge creature stomps its way towards you. You rev your bike once, twice, and begin a circling pattern around the Nob, blasting Orks out of the way in between potshots aimed at the leg and chainaxe.

Precision shots with a pistol on a moving bike is not exactly possible, but then, precision shots aren't what you're looking for. You're looking for grazes, near misses, the pin-pricks that goad the beast into an attack, an attack you're more than ready for. And soon enough, the Ork lets out a frustrated roar and rushes headlong towards you.

There is an old Tung saying: it is the charging tiger that expects the braced spear the least.

When the Ork rushes at you, you rush at it yourself, kicking up dust and Ork blood as you race around and through the tumult of green xenos between you and your prey. At the last second, you throw your weight back and lift the front of the bike up, such that the front wheel is left spinning freely in the air, flinging dust off itself and into the unsuspecting eyes of the Ork. By the time it comprehends what is happening to it, the front wheel has already found purchase on its ugly face, smashing tusks and pulping its porcine nose.

Here you throw your weight forward and gun the engine to its limits. The momentum from your charge launches you up the front of the bewildered Nob, up and away, using its hulking form as a ramp.

In one heartbeat, its face is pulped, its eyes swollen and blackened, its nose smashed to uselessness. It is an Ork, so to it such wounds are barely an inconvenience. But even Orks can't see out of swollen eyes.

That means it can't see the little present you left behind before you ramped off. One little krak grenade--what works on armored vehicles ought to work on an Ork Nob, you figure.

You pay the explosion no need as you set off, laughing with your men as you cut down the rest of the Orks.

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>>31443134

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Soon enough, the southernmost gun is yours.

Bodies of the lesser green creatures--Gretchin, you think they're called--litter the floors of the anti-orbital gun. The controls are crude, largely bits of metal stuck together with levers poking out here and there, but they seem to work well enough.

Your Ming-Han approaches you, requesting orders.

>Choose a course of action
>>Set melta charges, then ride like the wind (Destroy the anti-orbital gun)
>>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns (Roll a 1d20)
>>Other

>>31443146
>>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns (Roll a 1d20)
fuck yeah

>>31443146
>Set melta charges, then ride like the wind
Let's not fuck around with this scrap-metal contraption. It's a fucking miracle that it hasn't exploded on its own already.

>>31443134
Damn you did that well :D

>>31443146
>>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns (Roll a 1d20)
When is it a BAD idea to use a giant gun against other giant guns?

>>31443146
>>Set melta charges, then ride like the wind (Destroy the anti-orbital gun)
We must be swift. Always need to keep moving. That is our advantage.

>>31443146
>>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns (Roll a 1d20)
Let's try!

Rolled 10

>>31443146

>>31443146
>>Set melta charges, then ride like the wind (Destroy the anti-orbital gun)
Let's not lose momentum.

>>31443146
Voting ends. Writing...

>>31443335
Hrm, right when I make the post there's a tie.

Tiebreaking:

During the next 5 minutes, choose from one of the following options:

>Set melta charges, then ride like the wind (Destroy the anti-orbital gun)

>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns

If the tie is not broken in 5 minutes, I will roll 1d20. Even = melta charges, odds = commandeer.

>>31443355
>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns

Probably the less wise idea, but definitely the more awesome one.

>>31443355
Tiebreaker ends. Tabulating...

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>>31443146
>Attempt to commandeer the anti-orbital gun, use it on the other anti-orbital guns (Roll a 1d20)

"Ming-Han Shan, gather up the men who know their way around technical things, and have them figure out how to control this thing. It'll be easier if we can destroy their anti-orbital guns with our own."

Shan, a bear of a man with a meticulously groomed beard, gives you a look of concern. "But Hetman! The Martians will surely be angered by this...unsanctioned usage of xeno-tech!"

You look at each other, then out at the battlefieldd where the Titans battle, then collapse into heaps of laughter.

"I will do so at once," says Shan once he recovers.

---

Soon enough, Shan has assembled the men amongst the Tung who know their way around machinery. They immediately set about trying to figure out how this heap of scrap operates...

>Roll 1d20. I will take the best of the 1st 3 rolls.

Rolled 17

>>31443537
ere we go

Rolled 14

>>31443537
Let's Rock and Roll!!

Rolled 6

>>31443537

>>31443537
Rolling ends. Writing...

>>31443545
Guns go BOOM!

>>31443537
It's something of a miracle, but somehow your men have managed to get the captured gun working. Soon enough they line up their first shot on the westernmost gun.

"FIRE!"

The roar of the gun is deafening, bone shaking, like the unlocking of the gears of the almighty Machine God. When the smoke clears, you call for a pair of binoculars and take a look out of a crude observation port.

"...you missed." Your men simply shrug and attempt to realign the gun.

The next shot is closer on-target, as are most of the ones after that; you're fortunate in that the guns are quite close to one another, and therefore can directly fire at the other anti-orbital guns. Soon enough, there's just the easternmost gun left.

Ming-Han Shan's voice comes in from the vox-bead. "Hetman, there is a problem. One of the loader feeds in the gun has jammed--we will need a little time to repair it. Meanwhile, we have reports of a xeno force sallying out of the last gun and heading directly towards us."

>Choose a course of action
>>Take the Tung Lancers and ride out to meet them, leaving just the ones manning the gun behind
>>Hurry repairs, fire at the last gun, set charges and ride like the wind
>>Other

>>31443730
>>Hurry repairs, fire at the last gun, set charges and ride like the wind

time for us to be gone

>>31443730
>>Hurry repairs, fire at the last gun, set charges and ride like the wind

It was fun, but our job is to blow this stuff up.

>>31443730
>>Hurry repairs, fire at the last gun, set charges and ride like the wind
Last gun, ain't no time to wait around, we got a war to fight

did everybody go to sleep or something?

>>31443730
You've had your fun. You came, you saw, you destroyed, and now it is time to leave.

"Ming-Han, all but the gunnery crew down to the load feeders, repair them immediately--I want this gun operational five minutes ago. Gunnery crew, align the gun at the last target, fire when ready then leave immediately." Here, you pause and point to several squads of men. "You men, bring along what melta charges you have and set them up inside this building, demolition pattern. As soon as the gunnery crew is clear, bring this scrap heap down. The rest of you: mount up."

The Tung Lancers all go about their assigned tasks in a flurry, gunnery crews aiming, repair crews repairing, Lancers dissasembling equipment and readying bikes.

Soon, it is time to leave.

"Ming-Han, you're cutting it close..."

"Almost ready, Hetman..."

"Ming-Han."

"There! Gunnery crew, fire, then ride like the wind!"

With one last earth-shaking roar, the gun turns the last of its compatriots into a flaming pile of scrap. But its former garrison is still coming.

Your men are assembled now, all mounted up and ready to withdraw. You raise your curved sword into the air once more, looking your men in the eye, casting one more glance at the oncoming Ork horde.

"Men of Tung! We ride!"

As one, the Tung 6th Lancers rev off away from Site Primaris. The majority of the Orks mill about their recaptured gun.

Ming-Han Shan's voice comes in through the vox. "Er, Hetman, the charges--"

"Wait for it."

It's difficult to see at this distance, but it looks like the biggest one hasn't gone inside the gun yet.

"Hetman--"

"Wait for it..."

Ah, there he goes.

"Now."

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>>31443994
With a resounding clap, the melta charges, each capable of penetrating tank armor and annihilating slabs of ferrocrete, go off as one.

The skies above Site Primaris are clear. Now orbital and aerial support could begin their work in earnest.

"You see, my good Ming-Han," you say, as the wind kisses your hair, "a good sense of timing never harmed anyone."

"Except for the big one, I suppose."

With your bikes roaring across the battlefield, you return to your lines, mission accomplished.

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THREAD END

Next time, we finally finish off Operation Eagle's Landing.

I expect the next thread to be Sunday afternoon, so let's go for 3 pm, 4/13/2014, EST.

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Now I'm off to archive this thread...

>>31443990
I just don't vote when I'm satisfied with the current vote. Still here.
>>31444005
Great thread. It's a great quest.

>>31444005
Thanks for the thread TB, was fun, cya next time

>>31444018
Glad you enjoyed it!

Archive link here: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/31435449/

And now I will attempt to go to bed. Running for 8 straight hours has been rather interesting, if a bit tiring.

Damn good quest, i can't wait for tomorrow

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