It was always like this in those moments before battle. Silence as the warhost mounted their jetbikes, waiting for the signal, anticipation of the hunt building.
Molding his body to the grav-seat of his jetbike, Jerai released it from the mounting coupling as it gently drifted into place among the other wild riders. As the last of the first riders this was perhaps his final chance to distinguish himself and gain enough honor to ride with the ranks of the clan’s bodyguard to Farseer Sarai. Activating the gravitic accelerators in unison with his brothers the silence was replaced with the low purr of scores of jetbikes preparing for glory.
“For clan Sarai!” saluted the Warlocks with their witch blades as the webway portal shimmered into focus spilling over the spirit stone outline across the wraith bone frame. Shifting his jetbike forward Jerai followed his brothers through the inky blue portal to challenge the fates.
Soaring above the green clouds of the planet with its twin suns to the left, and a band of shimmering stars above, daybreak had just taken hold on the horizon as the sound of howling wind filtered through Jerai’s helmet.
“Brothers, prepare to dive and ride low!” empathed the groups Warlock as his life stone implanted inside Jerai’s helmet glowed strong next to a row of six others. Shifting his weight slightly to the right Jerai followed his kins-brothers through the clouds blinding his sight for a moment before opening up to the battlefield below.
“Get dem big ‘uns blasting them proper!” ordered Orgok as the snotlings around him frantically scattered up the crude gang planks and ladders of the heavy artillery. Seconds later the hulking cylinders of each barrel loaded and began firing at an uneasy pace sending snotling guided shells screeching across the battlefield.
“That’s better and proper you runts!”
“Boss…” called out a muffled tinny voice.
“Keep pounding dem!” grunted Orgok as the cannons loaded their second magazine and continuing the shelling.
“Boss! Over there….” nagged the tinny voice as a small snotling began to pull on Orgok’s boot while pointing to an approaching red blurr in the sky.
“What is it you git?!?” asked Orgok as the air around him suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks and metal as the snotlings manning the artillery were cut down and sheared apart.
“Rahhh! Where is my shootaz?!” yelled Orgok as a formation of sleek red jetbikes flew overhead with their shuriken weaponry blazing.
A swift pass with many kills, Jerai’s spirit leapt with elation, as he guided his jetbike around following the formation for another pass.
“Go go go!” raged Orgok as a group of ork boyz in reserve took up position firing shooterz and slug throwers wildly at the re-approaching jetbikes who slid gracefully in the air avoiding most of the outgoing fire.
Crouching low in his seat Jerai jinked the jetbike side to side as tracers and large caliber slugs fanned out from the orks below.
“Wait till they are all close and such! Hold yer fire till I say the word!” replied Orgok as he focused his bionic-mek eye on the lead jetbike.
“Blast em!” he screamed as the mob of orks and surviving snotlings opened up with everything they had on the jetbikes as one exploded and fell form the sky.
Unable to avoid the incoming ork fire from the sheer force of the attack angle Jerai ducked behind the front screen of his jetbike as a hail of slugs tore into the front nose and right tail fin tearing away the wrai tbone armor protecting the internals of his jetbike.
Firing away with the shuriken catapults under his jetbike Jerai staffed a bloody path through the orks as the jetbike next to him shuttered and went down in a ball of flame and shrapnel.
Pulling hard out of the dive Jerai glanced over their shoulder at the remains of the mob below as a few of the survivors continued to fire at the retreating jetbikes to no effect.
“The artillery has been neutralized, the vypers can make their run now.” Empathed the Warlock to the seer council as the third life stone inside Jerai’s helmet slowly winked out.
“Brothers, we are going in with the vypers as a screening force.” Relayed the warlock to the group as new orders were empathed to him.
Pushing his bike forward the purr of its gravitic motors was overshadowed by the bass like bellows of the vyper squadron engines as it formed up behind the jetbikes. Three vypers armed with bright lances on a swiveled gunners mount snapped into position as they trailed long silk like family banners behind them.
Slowing to a mere few inches in front of the vypers Jerai’s unit matched their speed moving as one whole. One of the clans famed strategems the formation was pulled together to appear as one unit only to break away at the last moment to confuse its attackers.
“Target ahead” alerted the lead vypers as the gunners on the back turned and aimed their bright lances ahead as the group streaked towards a towering ork gargant…
Molding his body to the grav-seat of his jetbike, Jerai released it from the mounting coupling as it gently drifted into place among the other wild riders. As the last of the first riders this was perhaps his final chance to distinguish himself and gain enough honor to ride with the ranks of the clan’s bodyguard to Farseer Sarai. Activating the gravitic accelerators in unison with his brothers the silence was replaced with the low purr of scores of jetbikes preparing for glory.
“For clan Sarai!” saluted the Warlocks with their witch blades as the webway portal shimmered into focus spilling over the spirit stone outline across the wraith bone frame. Shifting his jetbike forward Jerai followed his brothers through the inky blue portal to challenge the fates.
Soaring above the green clouds of the planet with its twin suns to the left, and a band of shimmering stars above, daybreak had just taken hold on the horizon as the sound of howling wind filtered through Jerai’s helmet.
“Brothers, prepare to dive and ride low!” empathed the groups Warlock as his life stone implanted inside Jerai’s helmet glowed strong next to a row of six others. Shifting his weight slightly to the right Jerai followed his kins-brothers through the clouds blinding his sight for a moment before opening up to the battlefield below.
“Get dem big ‘uns blasting them proper!” ordered Orgok as the snotlings around him frantically scattered up the crude gang planks and ladders of the heavy artillery. Seconds later the hulking cylinders of each barrel loaded and began firing at an uneasy pace sending snotling guided shells screeching across the battlefield.
“That’s better and proper you runts!”
“Boss…” called out a muffled tinny voice.
“Keep pounding dem!” grunted Orgok as the cannons loaded their second magazine and continuing the shelling.
“Boss! Over there….” nagged the tinny voice as a small snotling began to pull on Orgok’s boot while pointing to an approaching red blurr in the sky.
“What is it you git?!?” asked Orgok as the air around him suddenly exploded in a shower of sparks and metal as the snotlings manning the artillery were cut down and sheared apart.
“Rahhh! Where is my shootaz?!” yelled Orgok as a formation of sleek red jetbikes flew overhead with their shuriken weaponry blazing.
A swift pass with many kills, Jerai’s spirit leapt with elation, as he guided his jetbike around following the formation for another pass.
“Go go go!” raged Orgok as a group of ork boyz in reserve took up position firing shooterz and slug throwers wildly at the re-approaching jetbikes who slid gracefully in the air avoiding most of the outgoing fire.
Crouching low in his seat Jerai jinked the jetbike side to side as tracers and large caliber slugs fanned out from the orks below.
“Wait till they are all close and such! Hold yer fire till I say the word!” replied Orgok as he focused his bionic-mek eye on the lead jetbike.
“Blast em!” he screamed as the mob of orks and surviving snotlings opened up with everything they had on the jetbikes as one exploded and fell form the sky.
Unable to avoid the incoming ork fire from the sheer force of the attack angle Jerai ducked behind the front screen of his jetbike as a hail of slugs tore into the front nose and right tail fin tearing away the wrai tbone armor protecting the internals of his jetbike.
Firing away with the shuriken catapults under his jetbike Jerai staffed a bloody path through the orks as the jetbike next to him shuttered and went down in a ball of flame and shrapnel.
Pulling hard out of the dive Jerai glanced over their shoulder at the remains of the mob below as a few of the survivors continued to fire at the retreating jetbikes to no effect.
“The artillery has been neutralized, the vypers can make their run now.” Empathed the Warlock to the seer council as the third life stone inside Jerai’s helmet slowly winked out.
“Brothers, we are going in with the vypers as a screening force.” Relayed the warlock to the group as new orders were empathed to him.
Pushing his bike forward the purr of its gravitic motors was overshadowed by the bass like bellows of the vyper squadron engines as it formed up behind the jetbikes. Three vypers armed with bright lances on a swiveled gunners mount snapped into position as they trailed long silk like family banners behind them.
Slowing to a mere few inches in front of the vypers Jerai’s unit matched their speed moving as one whole. One of the clans famed strategems the formation was pulled together to appear as one unit only to break away at the last moment to confuse its attackers.
“Target ahead” alerted the lead vypers as the gunners on the back turned and aimed their bright lances ahead as the group streaked towards a towering ork gargant…
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