Editing M43 (section)

===The Hunt===
: Jaghatai’s command ship, the Energa Sonica, groaned as her hull strained against the powerful whims of her main engines and maneuvering thrusters. “Men,” the Khan began, “on that Kill Kroozer is an ork. A strong ork. Let the hunt begin.” A raucous cheer went up and then a silence came down to accompany the grim focus. “Bring us along that Kroozer, keep us out of the Sun Shatterah’s gun sights for as long as possible,” the primarch ordered. As they neared their target, the battlegroup split, a group heading for the embedded Resolute Aggression, Khan’s group headed for the top decks, the other headed for smaller point on the bottom and rear of the massive ork ship. The Energa Sonica screeched in torment as she twisted suddenly, the piloting Naval men and the Machine Spirits throwing her barely out of the way of a sickly streamer of plasma that had lanced out from the Kill Kroozer. A corvette behind her wasn’t so lucky and a hole boiled down her length. “Fire at the Kroozer! She may not be our target but why give my brother one more kill!?!” Jaghatai shouted. In seconds, thumps vibrated in from the port side of the ship as she fired. As the ships in his group flashed past, they pumped the Kroozer full of death. One of the shots must have hit a cooling conduit because she exploded outward as the reactors went supernova. Jaghatai left the bridge and met up with his men as they prepared to assault the ork capital ship. 

	
: His boots clicked as they magnetically gripped the wrought floor. What ever passed for a gravity generator in ork culture must have taken a hit. Khan marched forward. The first green skin he saw came howling out of a side passage. He flicked out his power spear and dissected the ork as it was no more than an afterthought. It was just the beginning of the green tide; he could hear their shouts and growls from deeper in the ship. Suddenly, he felt a weight hit his shoulders. The gravity was back. The primarch flexed his legs and took off in a dead sprint, his men right on his heels. The hunt was on. A party of orks appeared at the end of a hall, ready to stop the intruders. The gretchins were pasted on the ceramite armor and the nobs quickly fell to flickering power weapons. No momentum was lost. All across the ship, fast moving boarding parties sped through, killing all in their path.

	
: “My lord, the bridge is near. Surely the greenskins have reinforced it,” one of Khan’s personal guard voxed out. “It won’t be easy for sure. The mekboss won’t give us any breaks either. Have as many squads as possible mass around the bridge, we are going to need as many Astartes as possible,” Jaghatai ordered. Several dead orks later, they were at the gate to the bridge. The voxes started to crackle as squads started reporting, “Sergeant Oroko checking in, at a door on the port side. This is Captain Bayobani. We are at a gate on the stern side of the bridge. Sergeant Aruna and his squad are ready at a service entrance not far from us.” The Khan gritted his teeth, it wasn’t as many as he’d hoped. “We can’t waste time. Four squads is going to have to be enough…..breach on my mark, krak grenades in after. When they blow, we rush and hit hard. As soon as the mekboss is open, take him.” The air was palpable, waiting for the right time. “MARK! BREACHING!” blared through voxes. All four points of ingress exploded.

	
: Clusters of nobs were annihilated wholesale by grouped krak grenades. A pair of meganobs had their Mega Armor fused to their bodies as the pressure liquified their ramshackle exosuits. Amidst the dust, White Scars rushed in. Oroko had stalled against a large group of boyz by the mekanickle stations. Bayobani and Aruna had linked back up and were pressing inward. Jaghatai’s group had made it the farthest, having the bulk of the opposition die in the initial explosions. Pinning the mekboss and the orks near him with bolter fire, several of the Khan’s squad spread off to flank the orks holding off Oroko and his squad. The once smoky and greasy bridge of the Sun Shatterah had become clogged with smoke. Every station was a mess of sparking electronics and fires. Several vents had failed or been punctured by stray fire and were twisting the smoke into choking whorls. Due to the krak grenades the floor actually had several large holes leading to lower decks. Soon all that was left was the mekboss. But reinforcements could be heard shouting as they neared the bridge.

	
: “Guard the doors! Keep those greenskins out of here! The mekboss is mine!” roared Jaghatai. The living White Scars took up defensive positions as the orks started their attempts to retake the bridge. Bolter round echoed off the corridor walls and parts of the room flashed as a melta round was fired or a flamer started spitting fire.
	
: “Ya ‘umies gotz pr’etty big ballz fer comin’ ‘ere! Ah hope ya knowz I ain’t kuhmander uh dis fleet fer nothin’. Da mekboss, Funderhorn iz gonna krump ya an’ den da boss iz gonna gimme uh r’ward,” the ork roared as he trundled forward, Power Klaw swinging. Funderhorn adjusted his stance and his huge shoota began to spit out rounds. Jaghatai dodged and roll forward though several did hit him. Being simple rounds they spattered off his armor like it was nothing. The primarch started a light footed attack, bounding around the mekboss, making quick stabs with his power spear. The ork was getting haggard… and frustrated.

	
: The mekboss was freely bleeding from half a dozen punctures. His mega armor was leaking fluids from several more. Funderhorn swung his Power Klaw haphazardly and stumbled forward. Jaghatai took the opening with practiced ease. His armor groaned as he lept up and drove his power spear down into the open chest of the ork. The mekboss cried out, “Uhhhhh….Gork un Mork, dat ‘urt. Luckee fer me, I’z got me... uh seckend ‘eart I made me self.” The ork rose from what would have been a fatal blow. His Klaw reached up and bisected the power spear in several pieces. The ork roared forward and slammed his power klaw down towards the primarch. Khan caught it with his gauntlets, pressing it overhead as the orky mechanics strained to get the upper hand. The shoota swung around towards Khan. He dropped one hand from the Klaw to grab the gun. The shoota wobbled as the primarch and the mekboss fought for control of the shoota. Meanwhile the rounds went wild, many embedding themselves in the walls and deck. Several shattered harmlessly against the Klaw and the humans pauldron. The primarch smirked hearing the shoota click empty. The ork’s smirk was larger. Funderhorn tossed the gun aside and slugged the Khan, knocking him out from under his Klaw and sending him airborne.

	
: Jaghatai got to one knee and looked at the ork, “hmmmm, for a second there, I thought this fight was going to be too easy.” “You’s pretty cocky fer uh ‘umie wearin’ wight.” Jaghatai chuckled to himself. The Khan looked around the carnage and found a pair of  choppas, not the same of course. The mekboss hefted a massive hammer. “You ready for round two, ork?” Khan asked. “Roun two? Whoz countin’ roun’s ya git? Wez gonna fight til I krumpa right good,” Funderhorn responded while lightly swinging his hammer in mock. “Alright, alright. But I don’t think it’s terribly fair. These ‘ork choppas’ aren’t balanced at all. They’re complete junk.” Jaghatai quipped, not to anyone in particular. “Junk? Ain’t balanst? Dems da best choppas ya eva gonna see! Now ahma krumpa real ‘ard!” The primarch smiled on the inside at the sleight of hand, “Well maybe I was mistaken.” He sprung forward re-engaging the mekboss.

	
: All around the duel the White Scars were holding the doors like classic choke points. The orks gladly threw themselves at the defenders. The angry shouts coming from the port side suddenly changed to confused grunts. The hallways light up with tiny flashes of lasfire and bolter explosions. Captain Terantsu, a squad of veterans and a good two dozen Guardsman converged in the intersection from the door Oroko was holding. The orks in between were killed swiftly, caught between the Imperial pincers. Oroko was stunned, “Where did you come from esteemed Captain?” The captain lifted his storm bolter up vertical and responded, “We had the Tengukaze drop us on the embedded Resolute Aggression. We went through and cleared the orks and rounded up these guys. Heard the voxes say something about converging on the bridge so we headed here.” The two leaders quickly ran down the sitreps for each other. Both turned, along with their battle-brothers toward the corridors having heard the shouts and yells of orks getting close. Then everyone in the congregation twitched back toward the bridge as a severed Power Klaw whizzed through the air and lodged in the bulkhead.

	
: The Primarch of the White Scars had gained the upperhand over the mekboss. Rolling and twirling with his now excellently crafted Choppas, he started to bleed the ork. Funderhorn swung and drove his hammer down trying to crush the primarch. He rolled out and grabbed the Power Klaw that the mekboss was using as a counterweight. With a powerful swing, the primarch removed the limb. Bring the weapon down and carrying the momentum, he threw the Power Klaw out to the side. The mekboss roared in pain, flailing his hammer in spastic swings. Deftly avoiding the drunken blows, Jaghatai lept up, once again, and planted a choppa in the ork’s head. The greenskin stumbled, and sagged down to the deck. The mekboss fought to stay alive, to stay in the fight. The primarch tossed away the other choppa, glad to be rid of the xeno tech. As the ork kneeled on the floor attempting to get his bearings and reconcile what had happened, Jaghatai walked up and punched the mekboss in the chest. His gauntlet plunged deep into the body of the ork. With a splattering of ork blood and flesh, the primarch ripped out the secondary mechanical heart. The ork was dead.

	
: Soon the Sun Shatterah was taken, the bulk of the orks purged. Jaghatai relayed his victory to his brother. Roboute ordered him to have his men overload the reactors and get out of there, back to the main fleet. Jaghatai was the last to leave, stepping on to a Thunderhawk on a short jaunt back to the Energa Sonica. He was holding a gore covered mechanical sphere that seemed to pulse every so often.