IMMORTAL BROOTALITY

[Kommander Ken]

TURN FIVE


The Tour Group overall seems to have mixed feelings about their situation. The tour guide shakes and whimpers in her designer lab coat.




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"Woohoo! C'mon guys!" Camera Guy, Freestyle Dude, and Goth Girl all sprint forward, each of them getting some pretty decent sprint rolls.





The nearest Brootal gunner stares at them quizzically, the grip on his heavy slugger tightening.






Camera guy climbs aboard some wreckage to get a better angle. "Everyone say Brooaaaalz!"






"Broooootaaaaalz!
"BRROOOOOOOOTAAAALZZ!!!"
The tour group rolls their collective heroic feat as a group, causing the Brootalz to be totally passive as a result to their unexpected reaction to the greenskins.






Sports Guy scours the battlefield for souvenirs and finds the the perfect thing to bring back home for bragging rights. "Aw cool, a Brootal brand smart phone!"






The two sweater guys embrace a sudden surge of manliness and rip off their stuffy sweaters.
"FUCK YEAH, BROOOOTAAALLZ!"






"W-what the Brikhell is wrong with you people?!"

[Falk]

Yes!

[Kommander Ken]

During Trattorian's turn, the minigun drone attempts another feat by communicating an impossible math equation to the drones outside.






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The results are undefined and it only disrupts itself.






Meanwhile the two surrounding drones open fire on the unsuspecting gunner.






And they blow the guy's friggin' head off.












Locked in a heated melee, this drone goes in for a swipe but finds the grunt laughs off the damage.






Two more drones fire at the Broozer tank.






But the Broozer doesn't even notice it's being shot at.

[Kommander Ken]

Red Kaptain of the Immortals seems to let out an exasperated sigh.






(I wish I could make these bigger)







Feat success! Red Kaptain manages to furiously hit the button enough to overload his trap, sending several deadly spikes into the ranks of da Brootalz.






"Huurrkk!"
"Nawt again!"






Impaling the closest three Brootalz.






"Holy shit. That actually worked."






" F I N A L L Y "






Meanwhile the Spider Tank operator thinks of a way to get Grimjaw off.
"OI! WHAT DO YA FINK YA DOIN' LEGGY TANK?!"






It stand up on its back two legs with the perplexed Brootal warlord hanging on.






*CRASH*






...






"UMMM..."






"I DID NAWT PLAN DIS OUT TOO GUD."
Grimjaw is trapped beneath the spider tank, which somehow remains operable besides not being able to flip itself rightside up.






"I dunno how you things came back to life, but fuckit."
A terrorkhan fires at one of the drones below.






And returns it to the scrap pile. "And stay dead!"






A terrorkhan flies from the wall and rains the Brootalz below with some Immortal rage, except his shots miss and the Brootalz don't pay him any mind.






Even after he lands among them on the battlefield below.






A machinegunner makes short work of one of the Brootalz.












Some of the few remaining regulars take up positions.






And are quickly peppered with Brootal reaction fire.






Riddling one of the regulars with several bullet holes.






Another terrorkhan sneaks off the wall and fires at the greenskin menace below.






This one manages to get a lucky potshot off one of the heavy gunnerz.






A Terrorkan Weapon Platform fires at the Broozer tank in hopes to slow its approach.






But the Broozer's armor roll soaks up the damage for now.

[Kommander Ken]

With a death metal roar, the Broozer returns fire.






The damage is ossumly catastrophic.






Two terrorkhan that were directly hit by the explosive get totally obliterated, while all others are thrown back and disrupted.


















The damage is more than enough to rip out the next few inches of wall, leaving a sizable gap in its place.






The gun platform, operator as well, are also caught directly in the explosive's path. None survive.












The battle meanwhile rages on, some Brootalz managing to dismantle another Trattorian drone.






While another appears to be totally bulletproof, even at point blank range.






A number of Brootalz seize the opportunity to sprint for the hole in the wall.






One even manages to run all the way inside, but is met with another wall. "BROOTALDAMMIT."






The other side of the horde moves up, hoping to put a sizable hole in this side of the wall as well.






The Immortal Regulars are soon finding themselves to be overrun.












The movement of the Brootalz is patiently awaited by the terrorkhan, who fire at will.






Each taking out a grunt.






Several Brootalz turn on the downed Terrorkhan, peppering them with fire. Luckily the Terrorkhans deflection saves them from any damage.






More Brootalz take out a regular, unphased by the shifting of the landscape below.






Another few fire at Red Kaptain and would have killed him too were it not for the last meddling redshirt.






"Go on without us, s-GAAAHH!"






Another round of gunfire is deflected by this lone Terrorkhan.






The Brootal Bigboy turns its imposing leer to the terrorkhan and points its gun arm in the Immortal soldier's direction.
*Click*
The Bigboy's gun jams!






"Ohohoho... Jus' you wait 'till next turn, ya softskinned skum."






"WELL, I'D LUV TO DO A FEAT RITE NOW BUT..."






"I'M A BIT PRESSED FER TIME, I FINK."





OVERVIEWS

IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN FIVE by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN FIVE by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN FIVE by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN FIVE by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN FIVE by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

[ninja_bait]

Awesome

"Huurrkk!"
"Nawt again!"

[Kommander Ken]

TURN SIX


Sports Guy is trying to get the WalkNtalk to work. "What is with all these weird butt-"






"-SORRY, DA LINE YOU REECHED IS BIZEE AT DA MOM'ENT. CALL BAK LATA WHEN WE DONE SMASHIN' SUM SCRUBZ."
"oh okay."






The shitless guys run forward, out of range of any nearby debris piles to start sifting through in search of some cool manly things to wear.






Camera Guy admires the lighting and composition in his shot and is about to share it to social media.






But he critfails and his camera battery dies.






Luckily he still has his expensive phone!






Meanwhile these two meander to the next Brootal and ask for autographs but the greenskin doesn't know how to write.






The tour guide nervously creeps up to a big rocky outcropping, her curiosity getting the better of her.






While she is no geologist, her examination confirms it is indeed a rock. Or is it?

[Kommander Ken]

During the Trattorian Drones' turn, two of them including the hero open fire on the pinned Grimjaw. Their damage rolls are measly compared to his armor roll however.
"OI! QUIT DAT COWARDLY SHIET!"






This drone takes a leaf from the Brootalz' book and also misses a shot at pointblank range.






During the Immortals' turn, Red Kaptain grabs two rifles from his fallen soldiers. "Time to make my daring escape."
*KACHINK*






He takes his belt and ties the rilfes to his butt, barrel-down.






He flicks his visor over his eyes and puts the rifles on full-automatic.






Feat success! The constant fire from both rifles lifts him into the air.






Very, very high into the air.






He lands atop the bunker, having just made it before exhausting all the ammo in both rifles.






"Just gonna hold this cool pose for a sec, no worries."






Meanwhile the downed terrorkhan below fire into the Brootalz. One of their guns jams while the other scores a kill.






Another two fire into the growing crowd at the hole in the wall, but neither of them can get any hits in.






Terrorkhan relign themselves and fire into the encroaching orks. One or two of them roll bad and end up jamming their rifles. The rest get some solid hits.












And two more gruntz bite the dust.

[Kommander Ken]

The Brootalz soon realize just how much of a pain in the ass deflection is, so five of them combine their fire and manage to get a terrorkhan kill through a couple lucky overskill damage alone.






A few more combine fire on a smaller section of the inner wall and manage to tear a tiny hole into it. Unfortunately for them, the hole is just a bit to small to fit a Brootal.






A group of Brootalz including the bigboy combine fire on the lone Terrorkhan. He is saved by both lousy damage rolls and of course, his heavy armor.






A mass of Brootalz fire up at the Terrorkhan on the wall, predictably resulting in no notable damage.






The heavies get into position and fire. One successfully launches a size 2 rocket while other suddenly forgets which button he was supposed to use.






KA-BOOM!





The sizable damage roll kills a terrorkhan and knocks back another, destroying a good part of the battlements as well.












The horde starts running toward the damaged wall, some of them even coming over from the other side of the battlefield in gleeful anticipation.





The Broozer growls and lumbers forward, gruntz scattering away from its armored feet.






The pilot uses his action to reload the fawkoff kannon.






The Broozer stops dangerously close to the wall, standing on its haunches and poised ready for action.






Frustrated with the turn of events, Grimjaw takes in a deep breath.






And successfully uses a heroic feat to go full Brootalkin and shout the spider tank off him.







"BROOOOOOOOOOTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLZZZZ!!!!"
It was a roar that could probably be heard all throughout the entire capitol.






As the spider tank is flipped onto its side, the legs crush the last two drones, heroic-stated drone included. Reanimated Trattorian Drones eliminated!






Grimjaw rises from the ground and gives a triumphant roaring laugh.
"BAHAHAHA! AIN'T NOTHIN' YOU IMMORTAL SCRUBZ CAN THROW AT US DAT WE CAN'T HANDEL!"



OVERVIEWS










IMMORTAL BROOTALITY - TURN SIX by Kommander Ken, on Flickr

[RedRover]

This is soo good

[Kommander Ken]

TURN SEVEN


Red Kaptain drops the useless rifles and radios in to HQ.







"This is Red Kaptain of Bunker 069. The Brootalz are breaching our defenses. Repeat, we are being overrun."






Red Kaptain pauses to watch the chaos below. "Fucking hell," he mutters.

"Requesting immediate evac. We need to retreat and set up secondary defenses!"






The radio replies with white noise. Red Kaptain looks inward into the city nervously, wondering if other parts of the city were already being overtaken.






Finally, an urgent voice sounds off over the Immortal battlenet.

"Bunker 069 this is Backhawk 7. We are already on-route to your location. Please clear the landing zone."






"Already on-route?" Red Kaptain repeated in bewilderment. "Whats up with that?"






A vulture dropship flies into view not a second later, reinforcing Red Kaptain's surprise.






As it looms closer, Red Kaptain realizes that the troop bay is full of elite troops and-
"Oh shit, Lord Sigma?!"






"'OH SHIT' IS RIGHT, YOU INCOMPETENT FUCK. YOU'VE FAILED ME ONE TOO MANY TIMES!"
Warhead's Sigma shard has entered the battle and replaces Red Kaptain!
Feat success!






"If there's one thing I've learned over the course of a hundred fucking lifetimes its this-"






"-If you want something done right, you gotta drop in and murder everything yourself."






"With the help of a few other badasses too I guess."

Four phalanx specialists drop in behind Sigma, awaiting orders.






"Lord Sigma, this LZ is too hot! I gotta dip outta here before I'm blown skyhigh!"






"Gaahhh fine! Bugger off before you blow us all the hell up."






Blackhawk 7 rises back up and turns back to the city. No one comments on the strange fleshy tendrils that help guide it along the way.






"Lock n' Load boys. Lets send these stupid orks back to their own fucking franchise."






Meanwhile the battle rages on. This lone terrorkhan puts his rifle on automatic and lights the biggest target he can find.






Blowing the head off the last Brootal bigboy.






Two Terrorkhan by the crumbling walls rain down fire on the orks below. They miss.






Another lone Terrorkhan changes weapons and favors his OT chainsword. He swings it at the nearest but the grunt parries.






Terrorkhan on the walls(not pictured) mow down two more grunts.

[Kommander Ken]

The tour group continues their shenanigans. Camera guy starts taking pictures of the carnage and uploads them to Instabrik.






The tour guide continues examining rocks and touching more cleavage. Yes that's a term that geologists use. Look it up.






One of the manly men dons a Brootal ruff rider helmet. "Hell yeah! I just got 9000% more brootal!"






The other one scrummages though a pile of debris.






And throws together something Brootal!






The other two try getting the attention of the Broozer for autograph purposes.






But the Broozer hardly notices them and focuses on blowing more shit up.






The sports guy does his best impression of an ork.
"Oi you lot! Why don't you gitz pick up da damn phone!"






"OI! Who da fug is dis? I can barelee undastan ya! Ya not gettin' sik or summin arr ya? Wez got a medikk jus' in case!"






"Um..."






"ALRITE! which one ov ya boyz haz got a-"






"-BY GRIMJAW'S TAINT."






"YOU LOT AIN'T NO BROOTALZ!!"

(Posting the rest soon!)

[Kommander Ken]

"WELL WELL WELL, IS DAT WHO I FINK IT IS?"






"ITS ONE OF DEM SCRUBHEAD SHARDZ."






"SIGMA SHARD? MOAR LIKE LIGMA SHART!"






Grimjaw, his joints still recovering from a tank falling on top of him, ends up tripping over himself.
"OHWAITNOO."






Whatever feat he was trying, he fails miserably.
"FUCK."





The Sigma Shard doesn't even notice.






The Broozer unloads another deadly payload into the Immortal defenses.






And obliterates another section of wall.






Two more terrorkhan are caught in the blast as well as the two closest Brootal gruntz. All of them perish.


















The smoke clears and the nearest Brootalz come piling in, none of them having enough move inches to go too far.






More Brootalz file toward the hole in the wall and join the quire. A number of them try combining fire on the lone Terrorkhan but again is deflection saves him.






"Wut's dis borin' color'd scrub made outta anyway?"
"Fug if I kno but keep wackin' at him."






The Broozer lumbers forward, stopping just shy of the silly 1-versus-6 melee below.






The Broozer instead uses the rest of its move and turns its attention to the Immortal reinforcements atop the bunker with a rumbling growl.






As both sides have learned during the battle, not all terrorkhans get lucky with their deflection. A few Brootalz manage to overskill their damage rolls.






He crumbles to the ground riddled with holes.






A couple of grunts run up to the wall and turn to their greenskin comrades. "Alrite, just like we practiced. Step right up boyz, one at a time!"





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Another grunt clambers atop their outstretched arms.






"ALLY-OOP!"
They successfully throw him straight up into the air.






The grunt uses his action to grapple onto the wall and isn't able to attack because of it. He decides to insult them instead.
"You guyz look dum haha."






[
A gunner finds himself a bigger gun discarded during the battle. He tosses his heavy rifle aside and caresses the Immortal chaingun.
"Now dis is a gun."







A boomrodder fires a dud, which makes a cartoony *pffftt* and causes all nearby Brootalz to laugh.







Two more of them take up positions and save their actions for reactionary fire on the Immortals next turn.


OVERVIEWZ

[ninja_bait]

I honestly can't decide if I should just ignore GRIMJAW or not... On the one hand, having an enemy hero behind my wall is bad, but on the other, it's not like he's doing much damage...

[Abaddon127]

Hey Ken, I don't wish to damn you with faint praise, but this is the greatest thing I've seen this year.