Chapter 1 - Da Boyz undah seegj

((Xazhi chiming in. I guess I should get around to this. Everyone watch the three videos in the thread I made for them. Orks are defending, Tau and Imperials are attacking.))


(Orks)
=i wuz walkin' 'round the kamp, lookin' at all da good bitz I could tak,' I wuz in da mood ta boi sum grubbinz, maybe sum oh dat shiney stuves for me power klaw. I walk'd up ta one o' de shopz and booted some o' da boyz outta da way ta get ta da front, rattlin my bag of teefz at the sellin' boy=
Gimme da shiney stuff, before I come in der and take it from ya!

(Tau)
=i conversed with my Kroot allies, talking with them about their ways. You know, their customs, their way of life, their traditions. I wanted to get to know them a bit better. My armor was on, and we were about to translate out of the Warp, onto our planet, Bal'ven. The Orks had driven it from us, but we were going to take it back. Hopefully, the blasted vermin weren't too set up=

I bangd moi chezt playt hahd, lookan at da grotz arownd me.
"Git me uh biggah choppa! Needz more stabby!" I smaked a stoopd grot on da head, breykn hiz nek az uverz went ta git my a stabby.

(Orks)
=The boy looked worried but 'anded me da shiney stuffz, and I'z dump'd da bag on da counta, teef spreadin' like grots. As 'e went ta pick up da teefs, I smashed 'is 'and on da counta and took half da teefs back, puttin' dem back in da sack and walkin' off wit da shiney stuffz and mah sack o' teefz=

(Shokkskull): I walked around, carryin' da big shoota, kickin' da grots n' such. I greeted a few o' da boyz who were workin' on my Stompa, Hartcrusha'. I smiled, missing half of my teeth from a rush for parts, and went to talk with one of the Nobz.
"So, when are us Angry Eyez gon' go on anodda WAAAGGGH?" I hoped it wasn't too soon, as I wanted finish da Stompa fo da boss.

(Marcus Aurelius): He walked across one of the many floors of the Ultramarines Battle Barge, his large armored boots pounding the floor. He then arrived at the Chaplain of his squad, the man's skull helm blazing with the rage of The Holy Emperor. "Brother-Chaplain." He asked "May you bless my holy weapons before the next battle?" He was not used to asking for help in anything, but this was something only a Mechanicus or a Chaplain could do.

(Stormtrooper Sgt.): "Alright, James. Are you ready? We'll be fightin' alongside Space Marines, the Emperor's own Angels of Death!" He sounded much to excited for this battle, being that the Guard were the cannon fodder of the Imperium's forces. He then looked at his large, heavy Meltagun. "We'll bring death to them." It'd been a while since he had been this excited.

(James): "I suppose so." He replied, looking at his significantly weaker Hotshot Lasgun.

(SplatJaw)
=i terned 'round ta look at da Mekboy=
Wen da boss sayz itz time, just like aaaaall da odda timez.

(Nil'om Brif'a)
=the ship translated out of the warp, a sickening squelch passing over the ship in a more gut-based feel, than audio. We were in system, and heading in towards the planet. An Elim blared, and everyone ran off to their prospective dropships=

I smapped a lil grot away, lookn at da uvah orkz neerbuy.
"Shudit ya mizerabul gretz! Git yasulvez redy, no tawk!" I new I waz bein smaht wen I speekd coz da ovehs lookd at me.
I grabd a gret arownd me and 'urled 'im at da nob, snortin.

(Shokkskull) He nodded, his lower jaw hanging down before he tightened it. "Awlrigt, I just need sum moor humy parts for dah Angry Eyez Bioniks, iz awl, baws." He pointed to his eye. "How d'ya think we got et loike dis, baws?" He chuckled and then walked away, doing some haphazard wiring on he base of the giant red Stompa.

I grunt turning to him.

"If you think it will help."

(Brother Marcus Aurelius):He lied it before the great chaplain, nodding. "With the blessings of the Primarch and Emperor, we cannot fail on this day." He looked over to a battle-brother, who told him of their impending planetfall. "Yes brother. We will be ready."

I take the weapons and say prayers, blessing them. I hand them back then stand up, patting him on the back.

"May they serve you and the Empire well. Now did I hear we were about to land?"

(Brother Aurelius): Yes, sir. We're to choose between Drop-Pod with the Terminator and Assault Squads or Thunderhawked Rhino with the other tactical squads and devastator squads." He nodded, checking his plasma pistol and holy power axe, known as Macragge's Eternal Fury. Satisfied, he stood at attention, the only noise left in the room the sound of their 2 backpack's exhausts.

(Splatjaw)
=i grunted in laughta and walked off to my large home-box, redy to shiney up my klaw=

(Nil'om Brif'a)
=we were getting closer, but my fire team and I were ready. I think I herd the faint rumblings as our ships engaged others. That was strange, since I didn't think the Orks would've built any ships yet=

"We'll go down with the terminator. Tell our first wave to be ready prepared."

He nodded, going around and telling the small contingent of Terminators and Assault Marines that they need to prepared- We were going in. Some greeted it with a solemness, others got rather excited that it was time for battle. He himself readied himself in their squad's Drop-Pod, and over the Vox-networked, asked for the location of the squad's apothecary. It would be.. interesting to have one such as an Apothecary from another chapter with us.

I stuud on mah feet, lookn rownd.
"Sumwun ge' me ah 'EAD!" Da gretchinz runned, lookn for a skull for me ta CRUSH.

I kiked da cybork wun uh my grots. "Crush 'is 'ead!" I shouted, laughing and then fidgeting with my laser eye that we were famous for.

Helides made his way to his Squads Drop Pod, after receiving a notification. He readied himself into it, staying silent, deep in thought.

I nodded to him, my large blue helm's green eyes glowing. "It is good to see you, brother-apothecary. I feel we have a better chance of success with you in our midst." I crash my fist against my chest, saluting him. "May the Emperor watch over you."

Helides nodded at his brother, "May he watch over you as well." He assumed the drop would begin soon. He glanced down at his Narthecium, while his hope it would not come into use, he highly doubted all of his Brothers would return.

I yelled over to the chaplain, calling for him to come to the pod. The rest of us were silent. There was the Apothecary, 2 Assault Terminators, the Chaplain , and me. I waited, the thrum of my plasma weapons the loudest thing in the small pod.

Kwik hit the hood of his Trukk with a blunt tool of sorts.
"Mekboy!? Mekboy!?"

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Chi'suun was making minor adjustments on his neutron rifle, in one of the drop ships, with the the other few Vespid Stingwings. This planet could be tough to take, but there wasn't supposed to be a massive amount of Orks there just yet, and Orks were a common pest in the galaxy, so taking care of them wasn't anything new.

I looked up from the large Orky titan. "Yah? Kwik! Wat didja do now, ya stoopid git!" I ran over, opening his Trukk's hood. "Awww, Zog it, Kwik. Ya gotta stoop breakin awl ma' vehikles!" I began to repair the vehicle, using one of my favorite Grots to fetch tools.

Kwik snarled as he stepped to the side for the Mekboy to work.
"Not my fault! Trukk jus' stop!"

He snarled. "Why d'ya keep hittin' um? Use da shoota! Or does it need more dakka?"