Da War Boss
Remember you lot of grot lovers...
Remember you lot of grot lovers...
The sounds of explosions and the screaming of humans filled the air. The entire sector was at war. Engulfed is the strife that was the curse of finding yourself in the path of a WAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH.
There is only one hope. There is only one way to stop this force of war that currently had seven of the ten planet system. Their hold on the asteroid belt providing both missiles and transports for the savage beasts. We have one hope to hold the system. Over the last twenty-four hours all men had been pulled to the capital of the main planet of the system
Asura System, Population six Sol days , about one thousand orks, mostly a loose band, and over seventeen billion civilian population. Imperial garrison, eight and a half billion. The ork Problem was handled. Through bribes and training exercises for the Assassins core, the ork population was kept infighting.
But that all changed. Five Sol days ago, a new Ork Boss appeared. Standing a head over our tallest ogryn, and strapped to the teeth with tech that was at best faulty, and at worst terrifying. Withing twelve hours, the small ork problem on Asura 5; know as Sands; had become a small Waaaagh. Having not received reports from the front of this new addition, the Handling of the Waaagghh at the beginning was mishandled. A threat the level of a high level Officio Assassinorum target was instead handed to boys who foolishly lost their lives in their inexperience. We lost Sands in less than 24 Sol hours.
We did not stand a chance past that. The Boss Dread soon made his name apparent, Our first response was a armor spearhead backed by a full fifty thousand men. We expected our normal threat, and sending in our men to nothing less than slaughter. The normally unorganized bands of orkz attacked with a level of ferocity and numbers that had never been seen before. In a second folly of the Systems Governor, and it lead to chaos.
Dread did not stay still long. The ork was seen at the front of many fights, having taken the Lord General's Valkyrie as his own. Dread's ability to move across the field was only second to his ability to fight. Most Ork Bosses require some heavy fire power, but there had been some reports of Dread taking autocannon fire direct hits, and destroying everyone manning the weapon. There had also been a report of Him leaping for his Valkyrie and landing on the Commander of Formation before using his captured tank to fire, ram, and board other tanks. We have killed them by the thousands, but their numbers grow. We have given their Commander the Official File heading of Big Boss Dread the Propagator.
Four Soul Days ago the end began. The Orkz captured the Astorid belt behind Asura Six, causing their infestation to spread at a accelerated rate.The soon cut off all resources coming in. The Units began to pull back to Asura Prime. We did strikes on vital points, but it only slowed the pursuit. And then, we had hope.
The last three Sol days have ran together. There has not been a moment of peace. The Orks have taken every planet, and we are finally down to the one. It was say that the Asura One, with its proximity to the sun, had killed more orks due to them being lit aflame in the day sun than most had hope for. He left a garrison of hardened troops, but we have not heard anything in two days. That was when we came onto the scene.
In the last twenty four hours The Shepards have taken control of the situation. We have been heavily wounding in the last three encounters, however we have successfully dug in while the rest of the Chapter has began to fight its way into the Heart of the Sector. While the battle around The Hole seems to be nigh ending, but Space Marine steel has proven that they will be here shortly. We need to hold out.
This is Captain Marcus Van Harrin of the Shepards. We have secured the front, but the Ork know as Dread presses us. And while we have fought valiantly, we find ourselves here.
Planet Asura Prime, population three billion and falling. Governor Atraus has not been seen for nearly seven hours, and the Shepards push for us. We have but one hope. Dread will be dropping into the line shorty according to intel. We will meet him with our most powerful psycher. We will be loosing all transmission from that point on. There was little reason for us to be here, Chaos is not strong here at all and if it was not for the fact it was on our recruiting path I doubt I would even be standing here. Captain Harrian out.
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Dread rode in the back of his captain's ship. He had done well in WAAAAGGHHHHS before, but this was a thing of beauty. Dread rode eyes glowing red, outside of the hull of the ship the sounds of combat could be heard. Dread had not want this press, but he also did not expect the boyz to kill off a handful of space marines. Dread himself had taken several, their black and red and green helmets decorated his boss pole, as well as the head of the three generals that he had come to face. But now, it was time to take the prize. The Ork stood, shuffling to the edge as he heard the beeping from the ship that ment for him it was time to go. Dread leaped from the ship, a hunter killer missile from the well aimed shoulder launcher of a space marine cutting through engines. The ship started to split only to explode into a burst of flames. slamming into the ground near the marines.
Dread landing heavily on the ground in a cloud of dust and debris as the large ork rolled into a habcenter first floor. He groaned as he started to move, only to hold himself still. He heard the approach of the space boyz. The scouts lead first, a small group of four of them backed up by a squad of six battle brothers armed with bolters and one heavy bolter.
Dread opened his red eyes and looked towards the Space Marine with the Banner and a chain sword.
"CONTACT RIGHT!" The Space Marines snap as one to fire on the target, however they cannot prepare for the speed of Dread. His back erupted in fire as he flew across the empty room. Dreads hands wrapped around the front of the sergeant's bolt pistol. The ork pulled him in, headbutting the exposed skull of the leader before swinging him around by one arm, using him as a weapon. Rounds bounced off of the ork, some punching through and skimming the orks armor, most bouncing harmlessly away.
Two of the spacemarines bodies crumbled, Dread swung the sergeant around, throwing him broken and bloody into two of scouts. Rather than running away, the men pressed forward. Dread turned, smashing the head of the brother turning his heavy bolter on Dread. He grasped the gun and started to shout.
"DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA"
The heavy bolter erupted, spewing rounds the buried into the remaining four Marines and two scouts. Dread looked around, smelling the blood and carnage that hung in the air. He moved, looking for the fancy helmet to put on his boss pole. He walked into the shadows, and heard the sounds of coughing and a rough voice. "Sergeant Loken, Captain, Dread has been found." Dread smiled lifting up the dying sergeant.
"Dis is da boss. Des planets belongs ta me, BIG BOSS DREAD!"
Dread roared at the sergeant as he twisted his body, breaking his neck and removing his head to place it at the top of his pole. He turned and began to walk out of the room. The broken squad around the boss added to his humor. He had to press on, it had been too long since he had been home. He moved, seeing a craft landing in the street that his Valkyrie had gone down.
A thunderbird swept in. Three squads of eight marines cleared out of the back of the ship. quickly gaining a foothold but holding their fire. Dread whislted, pulling out a chain polearm, tucking it under his arm. Suddenly Captain Harrian stepped out of the Ship, marching forwards and looking towards Dread, the Captain speaks out. "You will be gone from this Planet Vermin."
Dread smiled, tucking his pole arm under his arm as he launched himself towards the light. The Bolters cracked out as he charged them, laughing and roaring.
"WWWWWWWWAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Dread beared down on the captain, rounds boucning and pinging off of his armor. Suddenly a arch of lightning casted forth. "THE EMPEROR SHALL CAST THIS BEAST OUT!" The psycher's body shakes and trembles as his body lets forth a massive amount of power, frying his brain. Dread's body began to shake as the bolt struck him, ripping and tossing him out from infront of the light and right towards a stone village. Dread's eyes go wide as he slams into the side of the buildings, rolling and finally landing in the middle of an abandoned build. He roared and began to smash the buildings around him, making a general nuance of himself. As buildings collapsed on him he roars bursting out from under them.
"Evr' time Iz gets a proppa fightin on dey toss me out."
The Ork raged in this empty village, constantly roaring and firing off round from his Dakka gun slung under his right arm.
Dread had arrived.
There is only one hope. There is only one way to stop this force of war that currently had seven of the ten planet system. Their hold on the asteroid belt providing both missiles and transports for the savage beasts. We have one hope to hold the system. Over the last twenty-four hours all men had been pulled to the capital of the main planet of the system
Asura System, Population six Sol days , about one thousand orks, mostly a loose band, and over seventeen billion civilian population. Imperial garrison, eight and a half billion. The ork Problem was handled. Through bribes and training exercises for the Assassins core, the ork population was kept infighting.
But that all changed. Five Sol days ago, a new Ork Boss appeared. Standing a head over our tallest ogryn, and strapped to the teeth with tech that was at best faulty, and at worst terrifying. Withing twelve hours, the small ork problem on Asura 5; know as Sands; had become a small Waaaagh. Having not received reports from the front of this new addition, the Handling of the Waaagghh at the beginning was mishandled. A threat the level of a high level Officio Assassinorum target was instead handed to boys who foolishly lost their lives in their inexperience. We lost Sands in less than 24 Sol hours.
We did not stand a chance past that. The Boss Dread soon made his name apparent, Our first response was a armor spearhead backed by a full fifty thousand men. We expected our normal threat, and sending in our men to nothing less than slaughter. The normally unorganized bands of orkz attacked with a level of ferocity and numbers that had never been seen before. In a second folly of the Systems Governor, and it lead to chaos.
Dread did not stay still long. The ork was seen at the front of many fights, having taken the Lord General's Valkyrie as his own. Dread's ability to move across the field was only second to his ability to fight. Most Ork Bosses require some heavy fire power, but there had been some reports of Dread taking autocannon fire direct hits, and destroying everyone manning the weapon. There had also been a report of Him leaping for his Valkyrie and landing on the Commander of Formation before using his captured tank to fire, ram, and board other tanks. We have killed them by the thousands, but their numbers grow. We have given their Commander the Official File heading of Big Boss Dread the Propagator.
Four Soul Days ago the end began. The Orkz captured the Astorid belt behind Asura Six, causing their infestation to spread at a accelerated rate.The soon cut off all resources coming in. The Units began to pull back to Asura Prime. We did strikes on vital points, but it only slowed the pursuit. And then, we had hope.
The last three Sol days have ran together. There has not been a moment of peace. The Orks have taken every planet, and we are finally down to the one. It was say that the Asura One, with its proximity to the sun, had killed more orks due to them being lit aflame in the day sun than most had hope for. He left a garrison of hardened troops, but we have not heard anything in two days. That was when we came onto the scene.
In the last twenty four hours The Shepards have taken control of the situation. We have been heavily wounding in the last three encounters, however we have successfully dug in while the rest of the Chapter has began to fight its way into the Heart of the Sector. While the battle around The Hole seems to be nigh ending, but Space Marine steel has proven that they will be here shortly. We need to hold out.
This is Captain Marcus Van Harrin of the Shepards. We have secured the front, but the Ork know as Dread presses us. And while we have fought valiantly, we find ourselves here.
Planet Asura Prime, population three billion and falling. Governor Atraus has not been seen for nearly seven hours, and the Shepards push for us. We have but one hope. Dread will be dropping into the line shorty according to intel. We will meet him with our most powerful psycher. We will be loosing all transmission from that point on. There was little reason for us to be here, Chaos is not strong here at all and if it was not for the fact it was on our recruiting path I doubt I would even be standing here. Captain Harrian out.
...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dread rode in the back of his captain's ship. He had done well in WAAAAGGHHHHS before, but this was a thing of beauty. Dread rode eyes glowing red, outside of the hull of the ship the sounds of combat could be heard. Dread had not want this press, but he also did not expect the boyz to kill off a handful of space marines. Dread himself had taken several, their black and red and green helmets decorated his boss pole, as well as the head of the three generals that he had come to face. But now, it was time to take the prize. The Ork stood, shuffling to the edge as he heard the beeping from the ship that ment for him it was time to go. Dread leaped from the ship, a hunter killer missile from the well aimed shoulder launcher of a space marine cutting through engines. The ship started to split only to explode into a burst of flames. slamming into the ground near the marines.
Dread landing heavily on the ground in a cloud of dust and debris as the large ork rolled into a habcenter first floor. He groaned as he started to move, only to hold himself still. He heard the approach of the space boyz. The scouts lead first, a small group of four of them backed up by a squad of six battle brothers armed with bolters and one heavy bolter.
Dread opened his red eyes and looked towards the Space Marine with the Banner and a chain sword.
"CONTACT RIGHT!" The Space Marines snap as one to fire on the target, however they cannot prepare for the speed of Dread. His back erupted in fire as he flew across the empty room. Dreads hands wrapped around the front of the sergeant's bolt pistol. The ork pulled him in, headbutting the exposed skull of the leader before swinging him around by one arm, using him as a weapon. Rounds bounced off of the ork, some punching through and skimming the orks armor, most bouncing harmlessly away.
Two of the spacemarines bodies crumbled, Dread swung the sergeant around, throwing him broken and bloody into two of scouts. Rather than running away, the men pressed forward. Dread turned, smashing the head of the brother turning his heavy bolter on Dread. He grasped the gun and started to shout.
"DAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKADAKKA"
The heavy bolter erupted, spewing rounds the buried into the remaining four Marines and two scouts. Dread looked around, smelling the blood and carnage that hung in the air. He moved, looking for the fancy helmet to put on his boss pole. He walked into the shadows, and heard the sounds of coughing and a rough voice. "Sergeant Loken, Captain, Dread has been found." Dread smiled lifting up the dying sergeant.
"Dis is da boss. Des planets belongs ta me, BIG BOSS DREAD!"
Dread roared at the sergeant as he twisted his body, breaking his neck and removing his head to place it at the top of his pole. He turned and began to walk out of the room. The broken squad around the boss added to his humor. He had to press on, it had been too long since he had been home. He moved, seeing a craft landing in the street that his Valkyrie had gone down.
A thunderbird swept in. Three squads of eight marines cleared out of the back of the ship. quickly gaining a foothold but holding their fire. Dread whislted, pulling out a chain polearm, tucking it under his arm. Suddenly Captain Harrian stepped out of the Ship, marching forwards and looking towards Dread, the Captain speaks out. "You will be gone from this Planet Vermin."
Dread smiled, tucking his pole arm under his arm as he launched himself towards the light. The Bolters cracked out as he charged them, laughing and roaring.
"WWWWWWWWAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH"
Dread beared down on the captain, rounds boucning and pinging off of his armor. Suddenly a arch of lightning casted forth. "THE EMPEROR SHALL CAST THIS BEAST OUT!" The psycher's body shakes and trembles as his body lets forth a massive amount of power, frying his brain. Dread's body began to shake as the bolt struck him, ripping and tossing him out from infront of the light and right towards a stone village. Dread's eyes go wide as he slams into the side of the buildings, rolling and finally landing in the middle of an abandoned build. He roared and began to smash the buildings around him, making a general nuance of himself. As buildings collapsed on him he roars bursting out from under them.
"Evr' time Iz gets a proppa fightin on dey toss me out."
The Ork raged in this empty village, constantly roaring and firing off round from his Dakka gun slung under his right arm.
Dread had arrived.
I is the biggest, so I is the Boss
Big Boss Dread
Big Boss Dread
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