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That's why when I finish my iron priest training, every vehicle will have 55 gallon drums of ale strapped to the back and piped in to a tap on the inside. Now just have to figure out how to do that to a drop pod.... Maybe leave out the storm bolter and servo mechanism.

So what lessons were learnt...

 

Throwing a thunder hammer works great against chargers.

Always add a forwarding address for the THs return.

Get better at spotting Firenze coming.

Improvement on stealth skills is needed to avoid a Firenze beating.

 

Successful lesson I think.

So what lessons were learnt...

 

Throwing a thunder hammer works great against chargers.

Always add a forwarding address for the THs return.

Get better at spotting Firenze coming.

Improvement on stealth skills is needed to avoid a Firenze beating.

 

Successful lesson I think.

 

or....

Blame everything on arez

After you Greenhorn.

the rest of the pack step well away from Arez

 

Oh yeah, FenrisWolf grabed your place in the whelp team for Inglorious Drunkards. Maybe you should get another team together and join in. We could pincer the old boys with 10 blood claws :tu:

he brokeded my nose

 

pops it back into place

 

As for blaming Mav girl, well it's possible, but we just voted against it. We're very efficient at that sort of thing

simply love it pups! you guys are clearly bonding really fast and i can already smell the friendship

 

or is that you arez who's smelling like that :)

After you Greenhorn.

the rest of the pack step well away from Arez

 

Oh yeah, FenrisWolf grabed your place in the whelp team for Inglorious Drunkards. Maybe you should get another team together and join in. We could pincer the old boys with 10 blood claws :lol:

Ok.its all Maverik_Girl fault.

And Hendrik.i don't smell.well other than meat and arezale

  • 2 weeks later...

Sorry I haven't made any new additions in a while, I've been a wee bit busy over with the Inglorious Drunkards. Anyway, this entry makes reference to the older Tales from the Fang threads, so go read those if you haven't already.

 

 

With an earth shattering crash the droppod slammed into the ground. Not a second later the explosive bolts blew and the hatches opened up, depositing the blood claws onto the battlefield. They had landed on a plateau somewhere in the maze of canyons where the ork warboss had made his lair. After blunting the assault upon the Forge, the Wolf Lord ordered all packs back to the ship for an orbital assault to break the orks, once and for all.

 

Jonas’s pack had landed near an ork anti-air emplacement. Crude flak guns and dakka cannons roared their fury into the sky, trying in vain to strike the falling droppods. That’s enough of that, thought Jonas, and ordered his pack into the assault.

 

The Blood Claws hit the ork encampment like the Emperor’s own fist. Jonas used his combi-flamer to cleanse the first building while Donut and Nrth lobbed grenades into the others. Arez lead the charge into the ork mass while Postal took two of his packmates around the perimeter, eliminating AA emplacements one by one. The orks, focused on the aerial attack, were slow to respond to the threat in their midst. The claws were able to do horrific damage, killing half of the xenos scum in under a minute. The rest responded, rallying around a massive brute of a nob. They put up stiff resistance, severely wounding Eric and Crazywolf, but were put to flight when Postal’s trio hit the flank and Skadi slew the nob. The wolves gave chase, and not a single xenos escaped alive.

 

The pack regrouped, several nursing wounds, others carrying fresh trophies. Jonas was helping treat the injured when Bergelmir came back from scouting. The bloodclaw took a long drink from his canteen before reporting.

 

“I got good news and bad news boss. Bad news, the company rendezvous point is on the side of this canyon. Good news, I found a bridge across. Other bad news, the bridge was built by orks.”

 

Jonas sighed and got to his feet, “A bridge is a bridge, whelp, no matter who built it. Come on, the Wolf Lord will be wondering where we got to.”

 

 

 

The pack came to the edge of the cliff. These canyons, hewn out over millions of years first by rivers and later by acid storms, were one of the wonders of the sector. This particular one was over two miles deep, the bottom of it disappearing into darkness below. A daunting prospect, one not improved by the bridge.

 

The ork construct was even more ramshackle than usual, creaking like an old man even without any weight upon it. The metal slats, strung out on wire, had large, random gaps between them, and some were rusted through. How it held up in the wind, let alone allowed people to cross, was a mystery. The pack just stared for a few seconds before Jonas spoke up.

 

“No. Feth no. I’m calling in a Thunderhawk.”

 

Bergelmir grinned, “What happened to ‘a bridge is a bridge,’ boss?”

 

“Shut up, I’m on the vox. Asgard, this is Stormclaw, come in.”

 

“Asgard here, Stormclaw. Good to hear you whelps survived.”

 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Asgard, We need egress across a canyon, is there any air transport available?”

 

“Confirmed Stormclaw, one Thunderhawk in your sector. He’s already dropped off his load, but has fuel to pick you up. Routing him to you now. Vox channel Gamma Secundus, call sign ‘Joker.’ Russ be with you, Stormclaw.”

 

“For the Allfather, Asgard, over and out.”

 

Joker, thought Jonas as he switched vox channels, that reminds me of some old friends…

 

“Joker, this is Stormclaw. I here you have a ride for us.”

 

“Jonas, is that you?”

 

The pack leader could not believe his ears. “Jester?”

 

“Yeah! Hey brother, long time no see! How you been?”

 

“Jester, please tell me you’re the comms officer on that bird.”

 

“Nah, I’m flying. They were asking for volunteers, seeing as we’re low on pilots, and I spoke up, told ‘em I had experience in land speeders.”

 

Jonas had vivid memories of that experience and no wish to relive them. He cut the link unceremoniously.

 

“Come on, we're taking the bridge. I'd rather not die today.”

but but.... i wanted to ride in the thunder hawk with the crazy person flying it it sound s like one hell of a ride.!

Let me put it this way, Postal. The last time I let jester fly, it was while we were distracting a homicidal commissar from some innocent civies. He stole a Dark Angels land speeder, smashed through several buildings, managed to 'accidentally' rip out the throttle control, then crashed on the local PDF airstrip. We ended up sprawled in the middle of the wreckage, commissarial stormtroopers pointing hellguns at us from one side and a Dark Angels combat squad on the other. Fortunately, the Dark Angels sergeant liked officious commissars even less than he liked land speeder thieves, so the bolters didnt stay pointed at us for long :)

 

I still don't let Jester fly.

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