(What? Who are we fighting then?)

Veyd Sahvoz

(What? Who are we fighting then?)

(I mean Aliens are called Xenos) 

(Oh arighty then)

Veyd Sahvoz

(We're fighting Necrons not Chaos)

Rogziel stabbed a necron with his lightning claws, 'damn xeno pests' he rapidly fired at the Necrons pinning some down with his bolter "Woe Betide!" he yelled 

(( Oh... fuck! Lemme fix that! ))

Veyd Sahvoz

(We're fighting Necrons not Chaos)

Rogziel stabbed a necron with his lightning claws, 'damn xeno pests' he rapidly fired at the Necrons pinning some down with his bolter "Woe Betide!" he yelled 

The 24 space marines Rogziel had with him had been fighting non stop for almost 3 days and they finally had support. Rogziel was relieved when he saw Gideon "You sure took your time getting here!" He yelled as he shot necrons with his Plasma Blaster and stabbed more of them with his lightning claws. He had put his Bolter over his back for now. 

Hellsmasha growls <"We're with the Marines!> (Space Marines and Orks hate each other) 

Galariel leaped out of his Wraithfighter, as an Eldar with a Jetpack leaped inside. He cast multiple Eldritch Storms, causing many Necrons to short-circuit. He started to slash through their ranks.

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Hellsmasha growls <"We're with the Marines!> (Space Marines and Orks hate each other) 

(( No, they LOVE Marines, since they usually give them the best fight. Also, Orks don't have their own language, they speak a fucked-up version of Low Gothic. ))

((( All ya'll suck at writing combat xD Here's how its done ))

After the Lieutenant shoots off a half-salute to the Astartes, he turns around and starts to shout at his Kasrkin platoon over the roaring of war. While he does so, a pair of Leman Russes and four Basilisks roll down the street along with six Chimeras for support. The armored convoy turns into the nearest clearing, which happens to be an old Hab building which was vaporised in the initial bombardments of the Necrons.

The two MBTs (Main Battle Tanks) move to the front with Gideon, Galariel, and the Astartes, while the Chimeras, three of them with Multi-lases, two with Auto-cannons, and one with a heavy Lascannon, form a perimeter of defense around the five self-propelled artillery guns, who set up a battery to fire volleys upon other places full of Necrons.

A total of seventy-two guardsmen and women, equipped with lasguns, three Heavy Bolters, and three mortars file out of the Chimeras, the Heavy Bolter and mortar teams sprinting as fast as they can over to Gideon's position, setting up mortars in the hastily made trench with the firing arcs of the Heavy Bolters set to be able to overlap their fire. After they are all finished getting into position, with the Leman Russes acting as mobile turrets, and Basiliks in the rear firing upon the necrons in front of the trench, the Chimeras protecting the Basilisks from flanking necrons, they all unleash hell in the form of Bolter rounds, laser fire of all sizes, Promethium flamers, and high-yield explosvies.

(WE gonna continue?)

The battle raged on. Eventually, Titan were deployed. The Necrons still perservered. Galariel unleashed his Eldritch powers upon the enemy.

"Woe Betide!!!" he shouted as he motioned for his squadron to follow him and aid the orks and eldars 

(Lok! I call upon thee and thy writing skills!)

Gideon looks over to the nearby Commissar, who had just drawn his power sabre (A colonial British Officer's sword, but 40k-ified) and was waving it through the air above his head as he shouted to the trench defenders in Low Gothic. The Basilisks continue to roar to life, sending a constant barrage of artillery at the Necrons, while the Commissar charges forth, Bolt pistol raised before him and barking out .75 caliber explosive death unto the Necrons. With the rest of the Guard, Leman Russes, a nearby Warhound Titan, and a squadron of Imperial Knight Titans armed with massive storm shields and powerblades not even an Astartes can effectively wield, Gideon mantles the top of the trench, charging forward while his hellgun spits out focused beams of light, and his mouth screams in hate and fury.

"FOR THE EMPEROR!" He and the army call, the wrath of gods in their voices as they match an Ork WAAAGH!!! with their hate-filled minds and fury-filled hearts. They move forward as one, not caring if they are wounded or killed in the charge. The Necrons have always looked down on Humanity... But now, they see the true power of Man. Not in the holy Angels of Death, not in the ever-watchful Inquisition, not even in the great Titans and Battleships created by the Mechanicus. No, the hearts of soldiers, when their home and their symbol of hope is threatened, can spew forth and turn the simple soldier into a god of war, death, and fury.

Rogziel killed and stabbed necrons, even blowing holes throught there chests with his bolter alongside the rest of his 24 space marines