Editing M43 (section)

===Contact: WAAGH! Tygahfang===
: The empire of the Overfiend Tygahfang had been brewing and growing in the flickering darkness of the 42nd millennium. Encompassing an entire sector, it soon became more than a thorn in the side of the galaxy. When the twin Imperial worlds of Addiglan Prime and Secundus fell, the Imperium was alerted to its existence. And when the agri-world of Maristellen cried out in astropathic despair as the green tide descended upon them, the Imperium moved. By the time any significant forces were nearing the beleaguered world, it was gone, swept away by the Orks. Their incessant desire to fight, kill, and conquer led them to another world in the system, Tembor, a once dead, rocky world, terraformed long ago so that mining operations could proceed without suffocation. It was about to be terraformed once again, by the fires and machines of war.


: On the fields of Tembor, a Cadian Regiment had just finished digging in when the outer elements of a fighta group slammed into them. Hundreds of tiny gretchin broke against the walls of Guardsmen. The flashing lasguns burned down the tiny orkoids. What meager few managed to make it through the searing firing line were put down by hand. The endless waves of gretchin didn’t seem to slow. Soon nobs filtered into the green. The bigger orks were not going down as easy. Soon the two forces impacted wholeheartedly. Guardsmen would exhaust a powerpack taking down a nob and then be overrun by a group of gretchins; their comrades not having the time to worry or dare to shoot the tiny enemies for fear of hitting their friends. Later, when blood was flowing freely, the Meganobs, although few, waded into the fray. Commisars were shooting at their fleeing men one second and then sawing through an ork the next. It was complete chaos. A lieutenant squared off against one of the Meganobs. Valiant though his efforts were, he too fell, being caught by a Power Klaw. The Meganob was down an arm and missing its lower jaw. All across the battlefields of Tembor, this scene was repeating itself, outcomes as various as the combatants. 


: Above the planet, the Imperial Navy was embroiled in a similar fight above the planet. Brilliant, tight lines of destruction from lance batteries criss crossed the dirty plumes of the shells from gunz. Tiny Thunderhawks twisted and turned in time with Fightas and Bombas. The engines of a Cruiser, the Resolute Aggression,  flared and it lurched toward a humongous Kill Kroozer. The mekboss, second to the Overfiend Tygahfang, commanding ork of the space fighta group, and captain of the Sun Shatterah, roared as the Imperial ship embedded its prow into his capital ship.

:A massive salvo of asteroid chunks issued from the starboard side of the Sun Shatterah. The rocks with a smattering of repurposed engines flew into the Imperial formations. A destroyer, Breakpoint, attempted to maneuver out of the way and caught one abreast. The mass weapon and destroyer shattered. The Imperials were in disarray from the attack. The smaller Kroozers and Destroyas surged into the gaps and it no longer was organized fighting, just close brawling. Ships no longer had time to maneuver their way through the fray. A Kroozer couldn’t decelerate and turn in time; it plowed and scraped along the side of a Battle Barge and took a salvo literally point blank which cracked its keel and left it a blasted wreck. A pair of Destroyers collided, one running from the guns of the Sun Shatterah, the other plying in to rake a Kroozer with a broadside. They cracked and groaned as the impact fused them together and they began to drift lazily on the resultant vector. The orks still shot at it. It seemed that the one-off attack from the Sun Shatterah turned the tide of battle to the orks favor. Should the Orks claim victory in the skies above Tembor, it wouldn’t be long for the same to occur on the ground.


: The mekboss, Funderhorn, roared at his crew to call in the other Fighta Groups from around the sector. Having detected signatures approaching in the Warp, Funderhorn wanted all the possible Orks fighting in space because he knew that he hadn’t won yet. Also, he didn’t want to deny his orks the chance to fight. Huge blooms of twirling Warp energy appeared on the edge of the battlespace. The Fighta Group, VoidBreaka flew into the upper port region of the Ork lines. At the same time, the small fleet of the Ultramarines, containing a smattering of Cruisers, Destroyers and even a pair of Battleships, came up underneath the area. Behind the fleet, a massive rift opened and the battleship, Alabaster Gleaming, slid out. The mekboss cursed at his luck that an equivalent Imperial ship would show up. Now he actually had to put his noggin to use to fight. But then he remembered that he liked to fight.


: The captain of the Alabaster Gleaming listened to an attendee rattle off current battle reports. “Our comrades, the 9th Expeditionary Fleet, are currently reforming their lines. Thermal scans show the a moderate amount of the Ork vessels have only been here a short time. Perhaps our arrival has been more fortuitous than we thought.” As if to confirm the report, a voice came up on the vox, “This is acting admiral Lund Cythos! I am so glad to see you. The orks have a good commander. We thought we were through when that fresh group showed up. I hope your admiral has a good head on his shoulders.” The captain voxed back, “Strengthen your starboard flank, we will hold and attack from port.” “For the Emperor! Out” As the vox crackled out, a massive figure stepped from the shadows of a bulkhead. “Have the battleship, Cradle of Destruction, and her escorts slingshot around the planet,” the hulk commanded as he reached a raised dais in the middle of the bridge. “You heard Lord Guilliman! Let us purge these xenos for the Emperor!”


: Roboute stood, regal, in gleaming blue armor. “My lord, if I may, that warboss has been reported to be very clever. No doubt he will deduce that the Cradle and her group will come up from beneath the planet.” The primarch raised an eyebrow, “I’m counting on it. Tell the Cradle to  adjust 120 degrees to port and begin ten percent rotation. I intend for them to slingshot down, out of view and scanners and then slam into the newer ork battlegroup near the 9th’s starboard
flank.” The plan sank in at about the same time as the Alabaster began to fire her giant prow cannons. The Cradle of Destruction dropped down and headed towards the planet. 

	
: The steel-white void ship screamed toward the planet. Her prow and crenellations flared, casting off burning waves of atmosphere. As she gained velocity, her antennae and proud extrusions began casting off sonic booms if they had dipped into the upper sphere.  As she twisted about, orienting to the planet, her entire underside grabbed the air. The south pole of the world bathed in white borealis as a massive amount of atmosphere burned in an instant. No sooner the ship had reached the zenith of her burn and lifted out of the outer limits. The engine cones of her escort ships flared as they tried to keep pace. They began to crest the equatorial line.

	
: Funderhorn roared at his talkie-nob warning the captain of the Voidbreaka group to guard his rear. The humie ships had dropped down and were sure to come up beneath. Rather quickly, a triplet of Destroyas and two Kroozers had begun to swing around and twist downward. Funderhorn rose from his throne/command chair and walked toward the ramshackle viewing window to watch the counter to the pincer move. The humies were flying right into his Power Klaw. To his left  he saw a glint, the sun of the system refracting off the polished prow of the Cradle of Destruction. Her escorts gleamed in the sunlight. Seconds later, tiny puffs of venting propellent and the actinic flash of lance batteries firing appeared. All of Voidbreaka was completely broadside, and Funderhorn had been out maneuvered for the first time. As the spear of Imperial naval might crashed into the Voidbreaka battlegroup, it ceased to be a fighting unit. A Destroya was gutted from stem to stern from a lance shot. The Kill Kroozer, Deca-Dent, was ripped in half as her keel shattered when the Cradle of Destruction punched through. With that Funderhorn was now on the defensive. He rampaged about his bridge smashing anything that wasn’t smart enough to get out of the way. The tides of battle were about to change again. Ships on both sides began to ping more contacts approaching from the Warp. From everywhere.

	
: Four full Fighta groups decelerated from Warp travel around the rear quadrants of the Funderhorns main force. Fighta Groups Klank-en-Krank and Black Dredge exited the aether side by side, to Funderhorn’s rear. The Morkifactors trawled out of the rifts to Funderhorn’s lower starboard, the massive Battle Hulk in the middle of the formation. Finally, the surprisingly organized Green Leejun fly into battle near to the now defunct Voidbreaka group. The bridge of the Alabaster Gleamin held its breath while the mekboss on Sun Shatterah was laughing like a maniac. Guilliman broke the silence, “Oh good. I was beginning to think I might look a fool if they hadn’t shown up.” The personnel on the bridge stared at him as though he was mad. The captain stuttered out something resembling a ‘we can’t hope to win now” Robout cocked his head and calmly asked if they were still pinging Warp contacts. “Uhhh….um, y-y-yes.”

	
: Indeed, there were still contacts pinging in the Warp. Within seconds, a fleet of Salamanders slid out of un-reality. Vulkan had come to Tembor. To the back of Guilliman’s fleet a cornucopia of rifts opened up and the large fleet of Khan’s White Scars zipped out. The tiny Corvettes and Fast Frigates spun and twisted, eager to get into the fight. The larger Light Cruisers lumbered forward, looking to reinforce the battered 9th Fleet. Above the Cradle of Destruction’s detachment, a Crimson Fist detachment materialized. Finally, the small fleet of the Red Scorpions stormed in underneath Guilliman’s Fleet. The stage was set, hundreds of ships facing off in a bloodbath unseen for some time.

	
: “Brothers! I’m glad to see you get here. I didn’t want to take all the glory for myself.” “Heh, you move so slow, I could’ve stopped for tea on a pleasure world.” “I’m just glad you aren’t dead.” “Glad we got that out of the way. Jaghatai, I want you to take care of that massive Kill Kroozer. And Vulkan, I want you to hit Tembor and take command. The Crimson Fists and Red Scorpions will accompany you down. I will retain command of the forces above the planet,” commanded Roboute. Granted, all three primarchs were equal but Guilliman had been there first and they tended to defer to his tactical decisions. The tiny exhaust trails of drop pods and the twin, spiraling lines of Thunderhawks rushed towards the surface of Tembor. The mass of Imperial ships undulated as they rearranged into a new cohesive force and began firing into the greenskins. Jaghatai’s small but fast ships scythed into action, twisting around blazing ork roundz and glowing wreckage, heading toward the Sun Shatterah. For the Emperor.