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OOC - This is as good as any place to end this mission! :)

"Aye, let's," said Tarlocke, and followed the other. As he walked, he'd go through his bolter and other equipment to inspect them for damage. "The Emperor was with us," he remarked.

Tarlocke shook his head. "I am not. Who are these Brothers - do you recognize their sigils?" the Novamarine looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of any identifying sign.

Tarlocke reached up with his massive fists, pushing and shoving to dig himself out of the pile of orc carcasses. "Kletian!" he barked over the Vox, while letting the suit's speakers transmit it outside, as well. "Where are you, Kletian?!"

"KLETIAN!" Tarlocke bellowed, as he throttled the accelerator of his bike and ploughed into the orks. But to no avail. The orks threw themselves at him, choppas flailing, until his own bike swayed dangerously before overturning. He plunged into the green tide...

Tarlocke kept his eyes on the incoming lights. "We have company in the skies, Brother!" he said over the Vox, while still firing at the steadily encroaching orks.

Perception! 5613

Tarlocke squeezed the triggers of the twin-linked bolters, unleashing burst after burst of fire. Covering the right side, he plowed down ork after ork, and did his best to thunder through them whenever they blocked his path. "Press on!" he bellowed.

Tarlocke followed through by unleashing a barrage of Full Auto Fire from the twin bolters. 5601 5602 5603 ( I assumed I got at least two hits - at least my math says so. )

Catching onto Kletian's meaning, Tarlocke readied his equipment, as well. Reloaded grenade launcher and bolter, if necessary, and checked the bike's bolters. "Three shots, rush with grenades and bolters, bikes as barricades," Tarlocke echoed. "I'm ready."

Sorry for the delay - new post tomorrow.

Boom. Boom. Tarlocke took a grim pleasure in seeing the ork construct come crashing down around him. He turned the bike around with a hard yank and span around to make his escape. "It is done! Let us join our Brothers!"

I had an obscene amount of work over the weekend! Back on track and freer now, though! :)

Tarlocke broke through, and readied his grenade launcher as the bike plowed through the billowing smoke left behind by his Battle Brother's grenade. When the mechanisms came in view, he lowered the barrel, took aim, squeezed the trigger, and...

"Understood, Brother Kletian! I will do my best!" Tarlocke replied, as he sped down the hill and drew ever nearer to the shield...

"Charge!" barked the Novamarine, vaulting onto the bike and looking to the Devastator to make sure he was following. Then, he revved the engine and barreled forwards down the slope.

"Agreed - I will set up an overwatch in preparation for incoming xenos. Make the shot when you are ready, Brother," Tarlocke responded, moving to a vantage point.

When Tarlocke had readied his gear, he mounted the bike alongside Kletian, and tore off in direction of their target. Full speed until they reached a distance from the shield, as they had the days before.

Tarlocke surveyed the area. What are the chances of making it through by simply charging on the bikes?