In high orbit. [Open, WAAAAGH!]

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Over the earth, circling among the many rings of satelites, just out of view of the space stations, there was a huge vessel. A nasty, ugly wreck of a ship, assembled from many scraps and parts for many other ships, a ramshackle display of orky haphazard engineering. From the bridge, a huge being in metal plate armour watched the planet below. There was traffic, ships going from earth to the surrounding stations, sometimes flashes from the surface, some times flashes from the high atmosphere and orbit... There was something going on somewhere on earth, that's for sure. "OI, WUTZ WIFF ALL DIS FLASHIN STUFF ON DAT BALL? Ain't da 'umiez only good at mukkin' about?" The warboss's voice roared across the bridge, making the many scurrying grotz jump and scurry a little faster. The Orkz and gretchin manning the controls turned their heads to the warboss, one of the relatively smarter gretchin responding.

"Skannaz sez dat dose be 'splosions Boss! Da humies keep shootin stuff on dat dere ball Urf!" The warboss scratched his chin, some flaky skin falling off. "Zat so? Hrrrm... Get me Big 'Eadbanga!" Another grot shouted into a rusty looking pipe, the echo carrying the demand down into the bowels of the ship. The Warboss kept his eyes on the planet. He'd seen a lot of worlds, got up close and personal with some of them, looting and burning... This world had conflict, and where there was conflict, there was opportunity for a smart Blood Axe Boss willing to dig in his heels and get stuck in with one population under the pay of the other... The heavy metal door shunting open as the crude hydraulics shifted signalled Big 'Eadbanger, holding his copper stikk and led by a burly Minda Boy. "Ja wonted me, boss?" The Wierdboy was nervous, as always.

"After I stukk dat sneaker Grazbag, you'z been me top Ork, 'Eadbanga. Use dat wierdy 'ead a yourz but don't bang no 'eadz. Look down on dat world and see wut gitz are down dere, we might be able ta make some teef offa dem afore we krump da planet..." The warboss spoke softly, which was surprising considering he shouts at everyone else, but you never wanna make a wierdboy mad, they can read minds... among other tricks. "I'z give it a shot, Boss. Gimme a sec..." The heavy Ork'z copper stick started to glow and crackle with power, as did the greenskin's face, shining viscera dripping from his mouth and nose as lightning seemed to spark from his eyes to the stick. Some of the ship systems started to wonk out as well as the Ork's forceful mind reached out, scanning the minds of people on earth.

On the planet below, a string of nosebleeds and seizures among random people at various points on the globe heralded Earth's first psychic intrusion as the Wierdboy read the minds of others, plying their thoughts with all the finesse and dexterity of a bull with sledgehammers tied to its legs. "Dey got two big sides... Westies and Easties. Dey make no real sense in how dey separate dem, since boff are runty humies anyways... Wun side got lotsa cash and da uva got lotsa land, Neiva have Teef but boff have a lotta loot an' Kit an' stuffs." The wierdboy's eyes returned to normal and he spat out a rather huge glob of that glowing viscera onto the deck. The warboss looked to some gretchin manning a rather large console cluster. "Fank yer, 'Eadbanger, YOU GROTZ, Turn on da kommuneekayshun stashun! Lets listen to da 'humiez an' see if we can pick up a signal ta spy on!" The gretchin turned nobs and flipped switches, one frantically pulling buttons as the deck became full of static, followed by many rapidly changing radio signals, the Orkz and Gretchin all listening in on the humies... "An' lets get their attenshun by Mashin' wun o' dere space shacks!"

The engines flared ups Orkz got to their battle stations happily, grotz running to start grabbing bullets and levers, checking wiring and making sure all Zzzap gunz and big gunz were working. The Toof came to life and began to move, shoving satellites out of orbit and moving towards an Eastern Empire space station, lining up to shoot it and then ram it...

[Jess]

The Saint exited Phase-space at the right time instantly getting a distress call from the sky station above the planet. No ship was present within firing range at this second, it didn't help that ships weren't allowed to engage other ships when facing the planet in the event that a missile or gauss round might cut through the atmosphere and kill a couple hundred people. Her com came to life, "Xiézhù! Xiézhù!" She targeted the massive vessel over the planet, "Holy shit, no missing that thing," she answered the call, "Shūsàn zhàn!" The Swordfish II fighter vessel abruptly shot across the sky the main gun, a WDF Armory M3C Devastator-class heavy plasma cannon powered to life, the weapon was used on destroyer class ships as mounted turrets and had enough power behind it to normally cut through shields and damage hull.

She was certain she could hit such a large target, and given the fact that it would take time to maneuver she could cut across it several times before it would even notice her. The Saint released an RF beacon into the area as it flew toward the large vessel which jammed radars causing several blimps to appear on any radar system. When in range she flew across the top of the ship unleashing the power of the plasma cannon across the hull of the ship.

While doing this she was broadcasting across the space, "Pust' Bog pomiluyet tebya, potomu chto ya ne budu, this is Guardian 113 Regina Ovchynnikova, that was a warning shot stand down from your attack or you will have to deal with the Telikos Rail Gun Platforms that will be launched into space in a matter of moments. That is your only warning." Her ship was circling around about to make another pass.

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"WOT WUZ DAT?!" The warboss leaned forward in his chair, watching the huge projectile rocket past his ship, the jumpy pilot wrenching the controls and causing the ship to lurch to one side slightly before stopping, the small fighter visible before them. "some kinda big zoggin' zappy gun, boss!" A gretchin replied, looking over a readout printing out from what looked like a nineties printer wired into a strange crystalline processor. "Well it came from sumwhere, an' I fink it came from dat tin can in space up dere!" The ship turned again as if preparing to move on earth itself, then the radios crackled and the demands of Guardian 113 came through.

"So you'z da wun wut fired dat shot at us... So small I can't even see you, some kinda nasty lil' bludd nat flyin' round. Hurr Hurr Hurr..." The warboss laughed softly, the gretchin all snickering excitedly around him too. "An' you got some kinda Tellywut gunz? dey small enuff to fit an dat bludd nat o' yerz?" The ship moved forward again. "Tell ya whut, I'm sure you'z wun o' dem Easties runnin' round on dat mud ball, an' dat means you'z gettin' stukk in krumpin' da Westies. I'm sure dere's sumfin you'd be willin' to offer up ta me an' me krew dat could make dis ship turn around and start headin' West at rammin' speed, eh?" The Toof slowed slightly, just enough to give Regina a minute to respond before the kroozer drifted within its weapon range of the space station.

[Jess]

"Uh... What?" she simply replied barely able to understand a single word they were saying, "Obviously there is no intelligent life on that vessel," she looked over at the station seeing several pods launch from it, "with no intelligent life on board that ship is nothing more than a target for the EAF and Citadel. As I said before, that was a warning shot, if you'd like to test the fire power of this tin can then be my guest, you'll just be dragging out time before the Western Legion fleet and Eastern Empire fleet move into position and riddle your trash compactor with holes."

The Plasma Cannon began drawing in energy she had her left hand out in her palm several hex's forming a display screen which locked onto the ship at several points her right hand also had a display and it had one large target aimed for the center of the ship, she went on secure coms to EAF forces, "This is Guardian 113, we have a large ship in orbit over Eastern Empire territory. Requesting more firepower on my coords."

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"Don't fink she said yes, boss, dey gotz a crazy accent too!" "Don't anybuddy speak good ol' Orky no more? Full speed, open fire on da space kan!" The engines roared on the ship, the mismatched thrusters glowing red hot as huge gouts of flame emerged from them. Gork'z Toof roared ahead, careening into the station full tilt. The ramming prow tore into the station, causing the Toof to lurch, almost to the point of buckling, but it continued. Orkz scrambled around the decks, making sure everything was shored up, that any possibly leaks to the void were welded closed, making sure all systems and wires were all intact, and making sure all technical gubbins were still blinking and whirling as the Tooth began to move again.

They were pushing the colony, ram driven entirely through it.

"AAAAAAAHAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!! WE RAMMED 'EM!" The warboss roared with laughter, 'eadbanger watching with a worried grimace as the Toof began to carry the colony out of orbit, turning around until the colony itself was facing the earth. Zadrakk shouted triumphantly through the comm systems to Regina Ovchynnikova. "We'z krumped an' stole yer space kan! Haw Haw Haw Haw!" Zadrakk flipped a large toggle on his chair, practically a lever for a normal human. The comm switched from "out" to "in", and his voice carried through the entire ship. "Man da gunz, ready da Zzzappaz, Aim da big gunz at da planet, we'z gunna show dis mudball how da Orkz fight!"

[Jess]

She watched as the large ship tore way through the station and impaled it onto the ramming platform at the bow of the ship. There was no worry she saw the escape pods launch meaning all that were important were now either drifting in space safe or on the surface of the planet. The Ork took the time to attempt to taunt her but she remained completely calm in her response, "The Citadel has just authorized a kill order, Guardian 113 is clear to engage."

"Ground control, we have orbital cannons aimed up and primed," the message was a warning to all EAF personnel as several destroyer class ships ranging between 700-1000 meters in length appeared on the edges of space from the East and West.

The Saint however began its attack. She closed her palm on the left and roughly thirty missiles launched from her vessel which began to speed up taking a low approach. These speeding missiles would come within a hundred meters or more and each would launch their clusters of ten missiles a piece on the Ork vessel. The Saint was moving at such high velocities that she wouldn't be able to fire her main weapon on the first pass, which was fine she wanted to see the damage the missiles would do so she could find structural weaknesses on the ship.

"Sky Guard is ready, cannons are a go," on the ground there were several massive structures from the old warring times when space was the easy route to move troops in and out. These platforms fired Gauss rounds from the ground into space with enough velocity to level city blocks, what missed would explode often damaging fleets, the platforms weren't designed for accuracy at the range they would be firing but it was still shrapnel in the air.

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The huge shells from the rail guns filled the void, and the Orkz were ready. "ZOGGIN MORK! WUT DA ZOG WUZ DAT?! AAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUGH!" Zadrakk screamed in unprepared terror, clutching his head in his un-klaw'd hand, the other hand covering his lap and chest as he cowered, trying to hide the darkening patch at the crotch of his trousers. The gretchin screamed and sprang from their seats, running in terror as the bombardment from the planet surface screamed through the atmosphere at them. The first shell struck. The space station blew apart, a huge spray of debris stabbing into the hull of the Toof, Another shot hit dead center. Again, the station worked as a shield, blown apart and absorbing the brunt of the force as the Orkz screamed and cowered.

The other ships came into view, and Zadrakk suddenly sneered. He grabbed lurched up from his chair, screaming over the comm system. "FULL POWA TO DA ENGINES! I'Z TAKIN DA HELM! FIRE DA ZZZAP GUNZ, FIRE 'EM EVERYWHERE! DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA DAKKA!" With that command he grabbed the huge wheel used to steer the ship in his claw and wrenched it violently to the side, his other hand grabbing the "uppy downy levah" and throwing it hard into the up position. He threw the throttle beyond full into "Zoggin' 'eck" setting and roared a loud cry through the ship to rally the shaken orks.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

The ship turned as the Zzzap guns started to spray crackling arcs of electricity through space, watching them ignite the atmosphere in some areas or disperse into space, eating through the debris left by the destruction of the space station. As the ship turned, the last few vestiges of the colony falling off the ram, the barrage fired by the small fighter ripped into the hull, leaving streaks of damage and scars along the ramshackle hull of the huge ship. The warboss wanted to cause a bit more damage before pulling out, and pulling out he'd have to do. It wasn't a retreat, he'd be back to get stuck in again, but he couldn't win. Even a squig-brained idjit knew one krooza couldn't handle two armadas, even primitif humie armadaz.

The Zzzap gun fire created a crude forcefield, the rippling and crackling energy even managing to prematurely detonate some of the rail gun shells, minimizing (but not stopping) the damage to the ship. "Fiyah da big gunz!" With that command the huge battery along the dorsal ridges and keel of the Toof blazed to life, hurling all manner of crude shells into the Western Armada. Both solid and explosive rounds were thrown piecemeal towards the ships, the sheer volume of ordinance meant to make up the the legendarily appalling aim of the Orkz. "Turn on da Fazy Drive, we'z taken' sumwun on a ride! Back Torpeder Tubez, load da nasty surprizes an' give dem Eastiez a reason ta back off!" The meks in the engine room hit buttons, threw switches, and put plugs into a rather pained looking phase drive, the area just before the ships ram starting to glow as the phase field began to gather.

The ordinance didn't halt despite this remarkably dangerous maneuver becoming apparent. A phase-speeded ram... MADNESS! Sheer hairy-balls madness. A large series of crude torpedo tubes along the back of the ship, wreathing and woven among the thrusters, began to belch forth dumbfire rockets and missiles, manv veering wildly off course and exploding, at least two managing to blow up on the Toof itself. The Orkz were certainly showing off their Dakka as the Phase field gathered more and more power, their charge growing closer and closer... "HAW HAW HAW HAW HAW! WAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

[Jess]

"Sky Guard this is Ground we are launching the three Telikos Rail Gun Platforms we have on hand."

"Understood, Sky Guard dispersing," the Eastern Empire ships backed down and from the ground three platforms launched at speeds that could of rivaled a ship entering Phase-space, all three platforms were in the air, "This is Sky Guard, protect those platforms while they calibrate on the large ship."

The Saint redirected thrust spinning it around and sending it straight back at the Toof. She was at the stern and as she flew over the Plasma cannon released a steady stream of firepower lining the entire upper area of the hull all the way down 4000 meters before breaking away remaining away from the front of the ship.

"Guardian I advise backing down, the Telikos Platforms are online."

Each of the Platforms locked onto the massive ship and one by one they charged up, the first one was fully charged already and fired from the right of the ship, the second was on the left it fired seconds after, and the third was near the front firing, each platform began charging once again as the Naval fleet engaged the ship.

[AurixValen]

Aurix had placed himself in a small shuttle and had turned on most systems enough to warm everything up so he can leave ASAP. After he sat down and turned on the system he open a com link with the defense system. He looked behind him as the door closed and felt the clasps let go as the shuttled hovered for a few seconds as it's driver was awaiting for any instructions, then protocol came to mind. So he remembered to let everyone know who he was then ask for permission to leave. Like always. Always need to address the Ranking officer to leave.

"This is N7 Operative Aurix Crowe-Requesting Permission to leave the dock.." He ended his statement there. With a deep breath he let out a sigh. "and board the large Ship."

He was expecting a no, but so far nothing was working so he may get the chance he needed. He had enough firepower on the shutter to get in, and enough firepower on him to MAYBE do something. If anyone had done any research into his records. Aurix has a bit of an issue with orks. Checking his equipment he had Purifier and took some extra rockets with him to use to make.. Entrances as well as some explosives to use to do any disabling he can. He cracked his neck and awaited orders.

He was thinking that he would have a better chance at taking the thing either down or finding out what was going on from the inside than on the out.

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"OY BOSS! Deyz launched up a big gun inta space!" The gretchin pointed out the window, drawing Zadrakk's attention to the Kelikos platforms, literally guns with get engines on them. Zadrakk stared at the weapons raising from the planet, glistening rails charging to throw slugs capable of wiping planets off the earth at his Kroozer, capable of obliterating a capital ship in a single blast, capable of splitting planets asunder with their fire...

Zadrakk had fallen in love.

The Eastern armada had backed off, not wanting to risk damage from the barrage of ordinance dumped out the rear tubes wholesale no doubt. The Orkz manning the engines continued to work quickly, gretchin scampering with arms full of tools and spare parts as the stolen phase drive roared past capacity. "We'z at Fayzee capacity boss! All ready ta jump!" The center of the steering apparatus lit up with a huge red button. "Dats wut I want ta hear!" Warboss Zadrakk reached for the button when... The ship lurched to the side, spilling the Warboss and all his gretchin away from the controls, Orkz piled onto the floor as the shockwave rung through their ears and twisted their guts.

The Telikos had fired, the shell exploding on the hull of the Toof, sheering through the hull and destroying several of the Big Gunz on the top of the ship. The spray of vacuum-exposed Orkz and metal debris sent out at high speed, banished to the void of space. Zadrakk got to his feet, staring out the window at the smoldering ruins gliding away. He gulped hard, a few meters more and he'd have been out there. The lift was probably out too... The ship lurched again, another shot had blasted into the hull. Zadrakk had only one choice. He ran over to the control. "WAAAAAAAAAGH!" The greenskin slammed the button, grabbing the controls and holding steady as the phase-field enveloped Gork's Toof. The ship suddenly found itself accelerating at speeds beyond light. The Toof jetted forward, two more shots from the Telikos missing by a hair's breadth as the Ork Kroozer flew into the Western fleet... LITERALLY!

It is a good thing that there is no sound in space, because the sound of a front-end collision between two star ships is not something you'd want to hear. The Toof dug its ram directly into the bow of a huge capital ship of the western Fleet, then kept on going. The metal of both ships buckled and twisted as a shockwave erupted forth and both ships were gone! There was debris, scraps and shards and pieces of both ships were still floating there, some drifting into the atmosphere and igniting, a shower of shooting stars. Other pieces had begun to find their own orbits or moved into the solar system, wandering free on their own trajectories. The two ships appeared vaporized.



"Status Reporta?"

"We'z in da fayzee jump space, Boss. An' We'z gotcha dat trophy ya wanted!" The Toof sped out of the Sol system, pushing the crumpled cruiser ahead of it. Already gretchin were checking the systems, making sure everything was functional. Most things weren't, but that was nothing new. "Datz wut I likes ta hear." The warboss moved back to his chair, a burly Nob taking the wheel and keeping their course steady. "When we get ta somewhere else, bring dis ship inta sumfing wiff air an' we'll get da burnaz out, strip dat fing down fer partz an' use wutz left ta make a new kroozer. I wanna get back ta erf an' when we get dere, I wanna bring more boyz, more flash, more dakka. I want dat mudball in my Klaw an' I want dat big gun made meaner an' greener." The Toof limped through phase space, their mission a resounding success despite their damages.

[Jess]

The damage had been done, yet the ship was in full retreat with several other ships tailing it before it made the jump.

"That is unneeded Operative Crowe, you may pursue however, all ships back off and stand ground."

"This is Guardian 113, the large ship has left Earths Atmosphere," she reported to the council, "I advise positioning more defenses around Earth, one of the empire stations was wiped out, not sure how many died but at least 45 percent escaped." The Saint turned for Earth and began its descent into the atmosphere heading toward Spain.

"Guardian Spire, this is Guardian 113 requesting docking permission..."

Too much Dakka for one week...

[AurixValen]

Aurix powered up the shuttle to burst out of the launch bay and moved towards the cruiser as he watched it go into some form of slip space. He kept after it until the ship was gone. He kept going, feeling the thrusters move the ship at an abnormal pace until he watched it vanish.

He had stopped the engines to look for any clues.

"For Fuc-" He stopped himself as he turned the shuttle around towards Spain like the Guardians. with a heavy sigh he re-opened comms with the base on the ground and starting to request docking again.

"Crowe comin' in for landing, am I clear?"

He wanted to see that ship again and blow it from the inside out. He wanted some pay back, and this was a tip of the Ice Burg. With a smile he entered the Atmosphere and headed towards an open landing pad so he could land and refuel and re-arm. "I doubt this is the last time..."