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Ghazghkull tribe wrote:

Rok
the mass of orks was still growing despite that there couldn't be that many orks crammed in the rok. However from the mass of orks a truly massive specimen stood in his meganod power armor.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"
"GET TA FIGHT'N YEA GITS! KILL DA SODS," Ghazghkull bellowed and with that the whole horde went on a mad charge in search of a area of resistance that they could then throw themselves against meanwhile the goblins and gretchens where hard at work with their mekboy masters setting up a "base" for the WAAAGH!!!.

Frankfurt

Still burnt out, and lightly irradiated from the nuclear strike carried out against the gem landing zone there, orks would be disappointed to find no fight to be had in the ruined, burnt out city. Albeit, save for a few remaining automated defenses and active robotic infantry that had somehow managed to survive the EMP created by the nuke. It’s outskirts were well defended by militia, however. German militias, compared to civilian military groups in the rest of the world, were incredibly dangerous. Often led and trained by ex-military, and well funded by investors, seeing as they often take contracts to fight in conflicts in lieu of state militaries around the world, they were also well armed. The untrained eye would even think that it was a professional state military. Despite using dated vehicles sold off by governments as they were replaced, their familiarity with the terrain and equipment allowed them to prove a very dangerous foe.

Berlin

The Chancellor’s press secretary was hounded by journalists. The man seemed unphased by the loud nature of a wartime press briefing, seeing as the FRG has been in near constant conflict for the past three years. East Prussia, burgenland, the pitcairns, the gems.

“Is the Ork attack a response to any German provocation?” One journalist asked.

The press secretary was quick to respond, “no. Germany has no diplomatic relations with the Orks, nor have we engaged in any actions that directly involved them previously,” he then pointed to another journalist, “Serena.”

“Thank you. Do we know why they decided to invade Germany?” The woman questioned as she stood from her chair.

“Thanks to our colleagues in the Imperium’s intelligence agencies, and direct council from Oberbefehlshaber Kaufer of the Astral Knights, the orks live for war, so it’s likely this attack was out of Boredom for them,” he pointed to another journalist.

“Can you comment on the status of Nuremberg?”

“The battle of Nuremberg is currently ongoing. A joint command structure was created between the military, local law enforcement and emergency services, and local militia to coordinate and effective defense and evacuation of civilian non-combatants. That is all.” The press secretary closed his binder and left the press room.

Nuremberg, eastern outskirts, JTF command center.

“I need a situation update.” A man known only as overlord called to the numerous uniformed staffers in the area.

One of the staffers, the Nuremberg chief of Police stood from his chair. “Sir, my officers have all our roadblock and riot control assets set up, but it wasn’t enough. It’ll slow the ork’s advances but not for long.”

General Johan of the German army stood from his chair, “sir, the army and civilian militias have coordinated a line of defense that will try and draw orks into a choke point. We’ve placed machine gun positions to try and mow down as many as we can, but it’s chaotic. We weren’t prepared for an attack so things aren’t exactly in our favor.”

“We cannot lose Nuremberg. If we do, they have a direct line of access to Bohemia.” Overload firmly stated.

A General from the Air Force stood from his seat, “sir, we’ve lost contact with our forces in the western half of the city.”

“Are they all dead?”

“No sir. It seems like a Jammer was set up.”

“Do we know where it is?”

“We have drones scouring the city now. It’s ork in origin so it shouldn’t be difficult to identify. Though I might add that the ork advance wouldn't have been as quick had we been as quick had we been allowed unrestricted bombing.”

“And risk civilian casualties? Or even friendly casualties?”

“Sir, we have no contact with our forces in the western half of the city. For all we know they could be dead already.”

“But we don’t know.”

“Sir!” Another staffer shouted, “A drone located the jammer!”

Overlord thought for a moment before looking to the General he had been arguing with, “okay general. I’ll let you start your bombing campaign, IF a team of pilots we send in don’t destroy the Jammer. But if they do, it’s restricted precision airstrikes until we get the OK from Berlin for otherwise. Have the rear guard begin building up actual defenses. Tell the vanguard and mid-guard to hold position for as long as possible. The 6-4 is heading our way anyway, so we’ll redirect them,” he looked to a radioman, “patch me through.”

A highway, southbound side towards Nuremberg

A call came through on a radio, saying, “hailing Gates of the 6-4 on all frequencies, contact me on channel 1-6, say again hailing Gates of the 6-4 on all frequencies, contact me on channel 1-6.”

Gates grabbed the radio and moved to channel 1-6, “this is Gates,” she said calmly.

Her British accent threw off the radio operator, expecting her to be german. The operator handed off the radio to overlord.

“This is overlord, Nuremberg command center,” he said, “we require your skills. The orks have set up a radio hammer which cut off our communication to our forces in the western half of the city. The jammer is located atop an investment building with a sign that says Freiheit Finanziell. Your job is to destroy it. Once you cross into the city you’ll lose all contact with us.”

“Wilco. We’ll get it done.” She said before she stopped transmitting entirely.

The woman looked to her team she was bringing with her. Drop, Davis, bear, and a newcomer, Adrian Weber was the man’s name. He was the only german in the truck. He was quiet.

1 hour later

“Stop the truck! Stop the truck! Stop the f*cking truck!” Davis repeatedly shouted as he watched a rocket slam into the side of a building. The explosion sent debris into the street that landed in front of the vehicle, and climbing over the debris, were a horde of orks.

Each of the five pilots quickly left the truck and got into cover.

Airbase beyond Ork lines

A squadron of F/A-27E Deustche Hornisse taxied onto the runway. The four planes, in formation, took off together. Mage squadron, they were called.

“Gear up!” Mage 1 excitedly called out over the radio.

In unison, each of the jets’ landing gear folded in, allowing them to pick up more speed. Their target, the Rok, and Ghazghkull.