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The Long Night Part One: Embers in the Dusk: A Planetary Governor Quest (43k) Complete Sequel Up
- Thread starter Durin
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The first one I can answer.
The winning plan specified focusing fire on the Hulk's support fleet.
The second one I can only guess at as a big fat nooooooooo. But that's just my opinion. (Remember each hulk has billions of orks aboard, meanwhile we have a couple million men capable of effective boarding actions in the fleet. Those odds are not good.)
HanEmpire
Delicious
@durin has already answered the second question, and the answer is a big fat NO. Hulks are full of billions of orks which make boarding attempts suicidal. The one above Alfheim was successfully boarded because most of its orks had already landed on Alfheim.
EDIT: On that note does anyone remember what happened to the Space Hulk captured over Alfheim? I think it was called "Wot the Zog waz dat" or something along that line.
EDIT: On that note does anyone remember what happened to the Space Hulk captured over Alfheim? I think it was called "Wot the Zog waz dat" or something along that line.
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avatar11792
Et Sic Incipit
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- Planet Earth, North America
[X] Option Three: Regroup and Wait- Admiral Freyr's preffered option would be to initially follow the original plan and wipe out the remaining Ork warships while retreating from the Space Hulks. You would then use the day that it will take for the Orks to reach Avernus to have your longer range ships harass the Ork Space Hulks hopefully destroying one. Once the Orks reach Avernus those warships judged combat ready would gather with the orbital defences and attempt to destroy the Ork Space Hulks before many Orks are landed. -This will have the a medium number of naval casualties and allow some Orks to land but would have the lowest chance of something going wrong.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
It was called the Wat Just appened or something to that effect.
As to what happened to it, I remember asking @durin and he said something like, salvaging and looking for archeotech.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Bring Out Yer Ded
I thought I was already trying to do that with the World Strider Omakes.
Also: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Omake: Bring Out Yer Ded
Thrag toyed with the massive vertebra and looked looked at Other Thrag and Not-Actually-A-Thrag-But-'e-'angs-Wit-De-Thrags-So-We'll-Call-'im-Thrag Thrag*.
"Boyz... I gotz an idea. Ya know de big bug de boss killed a while back? Da one we brought back as a trophy?"
"Yeah?" asked NAATBEAWDTSWCIT Thrag.
"Wanna make a gargant out of it?"
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Several months later their offering to the great god Mork was complete. The carcase had been disassembled and the reassembled in the rough visage** of Mork. They had reinforced the skeleton with iron and steel. The decaying muscles had been augmented with servos, engines and fresh muscle fibers "borrowed" from whichever Orks had been nearby and weren't fast enough to get away. Neural tissue from those same Orks had been used to supplement and repair the decayed synapses of the monster. Finally, the Thrags had covered the entire in living Ork skin, usually but not always detached from the donor Ork, to give it that lifelike feel.
The Thargs took a moment to sit back and appreciate their work.
"'ey! Dats a pretty good statue of Gork ya got dere!" a weirdboy called to them as it was being herded past.
The Thargs looked at each other for a long moment.
"Well, you can't 'ave too much redundant neural material, now can you?" asked Other Thrag.
"Nope. 's like dakka, never enuff," replied Thrag.
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Warboss Garkill regarded the three painboyz standing sheepishly in front of him. "Boyz, I luvs ya, ya know dat? Iz cuz of yaz dat I can remember tings from da brainz I eat."
"And spit acid!" one of the Thrags broke in. Garkill lightly tapped him upside the head, sending him sprawling.
"And spit acid. But boyz, I had planz for dose weirdboyz. I'm gonna 'ave to be firm wit' yaz. The next six boyz that go under your knife 'ave to come out with de right amount of stuff. Dat means two arms, two legs, one torso, one brain. An' dere allowed to 'ave only one of dose dat shots bone shards or acid or whatever."
"But boss," another of the Thrags pleaded, "We'ze got this idea 'bout how to let you shoot flamin' blood from yer eyez, an' we need to practice!"
Garkill considered for a moment. "Ah, I can't stay mad at you boyz. Fine, you only gotta fix up two normal like. Here," he swept out both his hands, catching a pair of nobz and crushing them into barely living heaps, "fix dese ones up and we'll be even. An' remember: two arms, two legs, one torso, one brain, and able to shoot bones outa only one... two of dem."
"Now, on de subject o' dat gargant yaz made for me, real nice work dere. Spittin' image of Gork. Why iz it purple?"
"So's no-one'll see it coming boss!"
"Ah, stealth gargant. I like it. Now off wit yaz."
"Got it boss!" the trio chorused, dragging their patients away.
Garkill shook his head and chuckled at their antics. Teef to donughts said they'd find some way to have fun. He hadn't said anything about eyes or mouths or hands or feet.
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Deep in the bowels of the hulk, dormant synaptic fibers began to stir. A new node of the hivemind had come in range. Hidden pockets of nutrients began to bubble, spreading life through hibernating capillaries, muscles and organs.
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* The wise ork just calls them all Thrag. The unwise ork wakes up with too many limbs and a squig for a brain.
** Both the visage and the approximation of the visage were rough.
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Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
You are a horrible person.
If this makes canon I hope the orks kill the nids.
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- Germany
Wait, they got the Warboss Spacemarine-implants?
Fuck, I hope this doesn't become canon.
Fuck, I hope this doesn't become canon.
Fuck that, what if they make the New Devourer?!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
At the very least, I really hope the Thargs make canon. I figure Gharkil having the Omophagea gives him an added reason to want to kill Rotbart. He wants his military skill.
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It's Ork painboyz. They probably yanked the brain out of a fallen Space Marine and welded it onto old Gharkil's cranium with an acetylene torch and called it a day. That it worked is only because ORKS!!! believed it would.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
I hope the marines make canon.
I want Space Marines emperor damn it.
My headcanon is that the organs were based on a Chaos Marine for added potential !!FUN!!.
Valkur
The True Valkyria, Valkur!
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- Fólkvangr
[X]Option Three: Regroup and Wait- Admiral Freyr's preffered option would be to initially follow the original plan and wipe out the remaining Ork warships while retreating from the Space Hulks. You would then use the day that it will take for the Orks to reach Avernus to have your longer range ships harass the Ork Space Hulks hopefully destroying one. Once the Orks reach Avernus those warships judged combat ready would gather with the orbital defences and attempt to destroy the Ork Space Hulks before many Orks are landed. -This will have the a medium number of naval casualties and allow some Orks to land but would have the lowest chance of something going wrong.
Out of curiosity would Orks run away at this point? They only have 34 roks left which can carry 1 to 10k each which would be 34k to 340k orks...kinda pathetic really. I mean Orks need numbers to win and I think our PDF alone is more than 340k plus the equipment that we have on them could obliterate them despite orbital bombardment from the hulls. At this point I think it's time for the Orks to call it quits and run home to wherever it is that they base themselves from.
But would Garkill do this?
Out of curiosity would Orks run away at this point? They only have 34 roks left which can carry 1 to 10k each which would be 34k to 340k orks...kinda pathetic really. I mean Orks need numbers to win and I think our PDF alone is more than 340k plus the equipment that we have on them could obliterate them despite orbital bombardment from the hulls. At this point I think it's time for the Orks to call it quits and run home to wherever it is that they base themselves from.
But would Garkill do this?
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Orks is neva' beaten in battle. We kan alwayz come back for anuva go.
HanEmpire
Delicious
Each Space Hulk has billions of orks.
Remember there are billions of Orks on each of the Hulks, pobably more than were in the Roks.
Also retreating before even getting to the fight would probably be murder on his reputation, possibly causing spin off warbands and/or challenges to his leadership.
I'm Not Dead!
Omake: I'm Not Dead!
Brahg Bullyboy cursed as his drill jammed yet again. It was made to cleave through steel and ceramic, not flesh. The gore just kept on fouling the mechanism, and he had to run the power conduit to the new gun emplacement in less than an hour or Big Spikedick would have his head. Come to think of it, the carcass he was digging through was a lot more juicy than he remembered it being.
Brahg paused for a moment when he heard a grunt from one of his krew. He turned just in time to catch a talon tipped tentacle to the throat**.
Fortunately* it missed his spine. He brought up his hull cutter and tore through the tentacle. Nearly half his krew was down. More for him to kill then. Too bad he couldn't give off a proper warcry as he charged.
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The fight wasn't long. There hadn't been that many murder tentacles and acid pustules to deal with. As Brahg was finishing the last off the last tentacle, a band of boyz came into sight.
"Late to da party, boyz!" one of his surviving krew called. The new boyz just kept advancing. Something was off about them. They weren't blue enough to be Death Skullz, but too blue to be anything else. Also, they had more claws than most Orks. Thrag boyz maybe?
"Wut ya on about?" one of his krew asked as the new boyz got right up in their faces.
The new boyz responded by opening their maws wide and spewing forth a tide of bugz. Bragh reached for his hull cutter, but the new boyz had him by the wrists now.
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The burgeoning hivemind considered. This had been too close to discovery for its comfort. It couldn't afford to be discovered at this juncture. It had the hybrids take up the task of extending the power conduit, opening sphincters in its flesh to ease their passage.
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*Or unfortunately, depending on perspective
** Six points
Brahg Bullyboy cursed as his drill jammed yet again. It was made to cleave through steel and ceramic, not flesh. The gore just kept on fouling the mechanism, and he had to run the power conduit to the new gun emplacement in less than an hour or Big Spikedick would have his head. Come to think of it, the carcass he was digging through was a lot more juicy than he remembered it being.
Brahg paused for a moment when he heard a grunt from one of his krew. He turned just in time to catch a talon tipped tentacle to the throat**.
Fortunately* it missed his spine. He brought up his hull cutter and tore through the tentacle. Nearly half his krew was down. More for him to kill then. Too bad he couldn't give off a proper warcry as he charged.
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The fight wasn't long. There hadn't been that many murder tentacles and acid pustules to deal with. As Brahg was finishing the last off the last tentacle, a band of boyz came into sight.
"Late to da party, boyz!" one of his surviving krew called. The new boyz just kept advancing. Something was off about them. They weren't blue enough to be Death Skullz, but too blue to be anything else. Also, they had more claws than most Orks. Thrag boyz maybe?
"Wut ya on about?" one of his krew asked as the new boyz got right up in their faces.
The new boyz responded by opening their maws wide and spewing forth a tide of bugz. Bragh reached for his hull cutter, but the new boyz had him by the wrists now.
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The burgeoning hivemind considered. This had been too close to discovery for its comfort. It couldn't afford to be discovered at this juncture. It had the hybrids take up the task of extending the power conduit, opening sphincters in its flesh to ease their passage.
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*Or unfortunately, depending on perspective
** Six points
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Valkur
The True Valkyria, Valkur!
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- Fólkvangr
Right but what i'm saying is..Why not just retreat now and come back later for antoher go? Say another 10 years to rebuild his fleet + 5 for additions?
The orks aren't out and i'm all very still on the fence on what would happen if one of those Hulks were to land on Avernus. Billions of Orks and Roks slamming down on our cities headfirst would cause tremendous damage. Orks are never out of the fight and I know that more than anyone.
The orks aren't out and i'm all very still on the fence on what would happen if one of those Hulks were to land on Avernus. Billions of Orks and Roks slamming down on our cities headfirst would cause tremendous damage. Orks are never out of the fight and I know that more than anyone.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
No, they're Orks, this merely encourages them.
Doomed Wombat
Let's go Darling!
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- Dancing on wires!
Because most Ork's are not that intelligent and would see that as a sign of weakness.
As for landing on us, yes he can do that, but A Roks and orks in general are not know for accuracy and B. our city defenses are way too good.