Rithy

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"I had my shield for that, I'd be fiiiiine." Adrianne said through her mask as she got back up on her feet, brushing some dirt and grime off her armor and suit.

It was currently raining, and fortunately, the dirt and mud didn't attach itself so easily to her suit or metal armor. As for her cloth however, that was a different story entirely.

"This is a forge world. I suppose I should feel lucky I'm not wading through pools of industrial waste I suppose... !"

"Agreed, Celestian. I can already feel the growing anger and anticipation echo back from the warp to this place. We have made the surrounding greenskins excited." Adrianne explained as she followed Aviza back to where the rest of the group were currently keeping overwatch.

The constantly dripping of rain against her helmet and surrounding force works and buildings made it difficult to notice any lesser sounds, yet the Psyker could already hear off in the distance the low but booming sounds of ramshackled engines and gunfire, slowly coming closer towards their position!

"The Orks are on the move. We can simply bypass them, or set up an ambush. The greenskins are nothing if not predictable."

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Rithy This is for you.

Hider

@Andromedai

!!

Now I know what to make the first boss! xD

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Andromedai

Hey, you can't deny that power armor has a widening effects on dem hips ^^

Besides, Adrianne's not that big, she's just... well trained! xD

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"Where's dat explosion coming from? I didn't tell the boyz to blow something up yet!" 'Big Mek' Graz "Hugkilla" grunted as he walked across the ruined half-open top of an imperial warehouse building; his junk cybernetic leg slamming into the floor with every step; before watching out across the industrialized skyline of the forge world to see a plume of multi-colored smoke rise up from the distance.

"Dat was where the southern sky gun was, boss!" Sounded the raspy, nasally voice of a gretchin frantically typing away at a janky typewriter, one oversized headset situated over the gretchin's smaller head.

"WOT?" Graz exclaimed, turning around.

"The boys loaded the shells the wrong way again, didn't they?!"

"I dunno, boss! But it definitely went boom! Lots of highly Orky sources say it went boom!"

"THOSE ARE MINE GUBBINS!" Graz exclaimed, turning around as he walked towards the edge.
"WOTS THA POINT OF STEALING THOSE 'UMIE GUNS IF DA BOYS ARE JUST GONNA WRECK 'EM!?! Grrrr... "

Graz stepped onto the edge of the building, having to push his own bloated guts inwards in order to look down at the amassed Ork buggies and motorcycles below, most of the boyz either busy trying to make vague attempts at fixing their vehicles, whilst the rest seemed busy leading a particularly ornery squig around with a snotling attached to a stick as live bait!

"Oi! Listen up you daft speed grotz!" Graz called out.
"Someone just blew up my big gun just south of here, past dat big mechanical-human-statue-thingy! I want you boyz to go down there and beat the snot outta anyone you find at the site, gottit?!"

"Zog off, we're busy!" One of the Orks called back.

"Graah... if I was down there, I'd be busting your heads right about now... but since the stairs are so zogging long. Alright, the first git at the site will get my completely new Engine Boostah 3000!!"

Almost in an instant, as if Graz had just said the magic word, the boyz beneath froze up, looked at him; and after a brief second of silence (minus the terrified screams of the snotling bound to the stick), the Orks suddenly threw themselves past each other in a wild race to get onto their various buggies and motorcycles, loud blaring engine noises and a few random slugga shots for good measures; as no less than a dozen decked-out Ork vehicles suddenly rolled out from the courtyard in a race towards the site of the explosion, flames and sparks gushing from their loud engines as they waved their weapons about!

And behind them came the lone squig hopping up and down in a wild chase, still trying to catch up with the snotling which had now been attached to one of the carts!

"Heh, work every time... stupid gits!" Graz "Hugkilla" chuckled, moving his wrist-mounted flamethrower up to his mouth to light a giant cigar.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

In another note, I recently upgraded Adrianne look a bit... with more chrome! :D

My Hider

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

... to the ground. Aviza would roll out of the way of the Psyker so that she would not end up being crushed by the abnormally large woman.

@Andromedai

!!

Adrianne is only like 7ft or so!

It's not like I made her a 50ft tall giantess-psyker or anything! xD

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Misspost.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I'll have a post up shortly!

@Andromedai

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

I made an adri postie! ^^

Nobody tell the Adeptus Mechanicus about what happened!

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

"Stand back, I can take it from here... " Adrianne suddenly spoke over the comms as the Psyker stepped out from behind the heavy gothic pillar.

She had watched the group dispatch the minor group of greenskin with noisy but brutal efficiency. There was only one Ork boy left at around the anti aircraft gun.

The Ork in question had taken one look in their general direction, then down at the large heap of metal in his fat hands that he called a 'shoota', before concluding "Zog dis, Iz need a biggah one!" and making a beeline for the protection of the armored panels of the heavy anti aircraft gun, disappearing from view. The four heavy barrels of the gun started to move slowly in their general direction just as the Ork vanished, as they could hear the frantic swiveling of a rusted crank from the other side as the ork tried frantically to bring their anti aircraft gun towards them.

The Psyker, on the other hand, strode out into the open.

Raising her staff and pointing it towards the anti-aircraft gun, she took a second to concentrate, whispering a low, eldritch chant, before uttering a single world.

"Malleus."

The word seemed to have an almost ethereal ring through it to anyone in the vicinity, as if it traveled straight past helmets and earpieces and scratched the very surface of their minds!
In an instant, a bright, violet flash would appear from the tip of Adrianne's staff; accompanied by an unnatural shriek that seemed to emanate from nowhere and everywhere all at the same time; as a twisting and sparkling violet ectoplasmic ray fired out of it! It arched and dashed madly towards the anti-aircraft gun as it was swiveling towards them! The psychic ray made contact, hitting the armored plate and barrel of the anti-aircraft gun, and when it did, it surged and melded across the lower end of the barrel and plates, acting much like a supernatural plasma cutter!

A large section of the core of the gun, alongside multiple parts of the armor and barrels were promptly melted, a fine pink smoke rising from where the metal was turned into liquid!

The Ork behind the armored front plates of the gun was annihilated instantly as a part of the ray punched through the heavy plates in front of him, severing his arm in a psychic surge of searing energy! The Ork barely managed to let out a howl as the energies moved to the rest of his body, causing his torso to explode in a viscera of gore! The Ork's howl could still be heard for a moment even after his physical body had been destroyed, a small green light visible before it was quickly snuffed out behind the gun.

"Greenskin anti-aircraft gun destroyed. They won't be using that one for a while." Adrianne said as she took a step back to turn towards the group.

In a straight path between the psyker and where the ray had traveled to the gun, the ground was suddenly corroded and withered in a straight line. Sides of metal cogs and plates had rapidly started to rust, parts of rocks turned to dust, and slight, purple ghostly motes hung in the air. And the gun itself was a ruined, half-melted pile of metal.