Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-4948356-20130719024255/@comment-7232811-20130719174218

Me: Oh damn. Looks like we will have to depart sooner rather than later...

Sakro: Agreed, but we need as many of those guardsmen as we can, so I & my borrowed troops shall hold off the orks while you get them to safety. But do not worry too much about a loss in life. Those that are not embroiled you must at least try to preserve, but do not worry about those caught up in the melee, & destroy any vehicle overrun by the orks, so as to prevent it from falling in their hands.

Me (to the troops carriers in the atmosphere): Make your way to these coordinates. Expect a large amount of cargo, so take the biggest ones you've got. & be prepared for resistance in some form, so be ready.

Me (to the colonel of the traitor guard): Pull your troops back to this location. Sakro & I will cover you & your extraction. Do not try to save men too heavily embroiled in assault, they will buy us time to escape, & destroy anything that cannot be moved away. Now, follow my orders...

(while Sakro & I perform a rearguard action against the greenskins, the remaining guardsmen fall back, or at least those who can. The vehicles reverse from the combat, pumping shots into the orks as they flee. The guardsmen perform a fighting withdrawal, eventually covering our excape as we try to fall back, & eventually most of them manage to reach the safety of the landing zone, where the troop carriers pick them up en-masse. While thousands of guardsmen have been killed, over six thousand still remain, & almost all of the tanks & super-heavy vehicles escaped. Matters are improved by the fact that the arrival of the titans, who help the traitor marines to escape before they too fall back to the body of the fallen reaver. The astartes now stand in a large cirle in the clearing, utterly surrounded by greenskins. But just as all seems lost, there is a tremendous flash of light, & the astartes are gone, teleported away to the Hydra's Teeth. While the troop carriers flee into orbit, my last words before my escape are:)

Leo, do yourself a favour & just flee this battle. We have done all we can, but it is better to live to fight another day than to die at the claws of this filth. Honour & glory means nothing to the dead, brother...

(then we are gone, safe aboard the cruiser)