TATSUMI raised his blades to shield against a volley of enemy fire, small scorch marks dotting his body. The SHEAR blades did the job of vaporizing any enemy bullets and rocks that impacted against them. The mech received an incoming rocket signal and bent its knees. Ducking underneath the rocket, TATSUMI spun around and locked on to the Ork responsible. It was a regular among several "Choppa Boyz" that were rushing the bike mech. Locking on to them as well, four thumps from the gravitic railguns ended the rocket launcher and three Choppas. He locked on to a pair of Nobs wielding large hammers and fired two 20% charges. The blasts were powerful enough to vaporize everything above both of their waists.
Several hundred impacts rained on his back, arms and legs. TATSUMI connected to a ship overhead and used it to scan his current area. Forty Orks were identified, firing in and out of cover. Using that data, TATSUMI ran a few dozen simulations to determine the best use of its ADMM missiles. The Orks weren't spread enough to justify using a missile each. The area was within enough space to kill them all if he would position each missile within a certain distance from each other. Finding an optimal simulation, he fired ten missiles that screamed overhead before arcing down onto the predesignated coordinates. The missiles exploded into blue plasma and fried almost all of the Orks with the heat waves.
TATSUMI scanned the area and only saw about a dozen or so Orks firing at him. It took just a few seconds for him to snipe them with the railguns. All four of his cannons had about 70-80% energy left and there were still hundreds of thousands of Orks around their area and there wasn't any doubt that they were all heading towards them like a school of sharks that smelled blood in the water. No doubt, the only reason they weren't being swarmed was because the Sky Razers were drawing plenty of attention. He wished his mommy's friends good fortune and went to regroup with his mother.
(Sky Razer Ophinl Ripley, two miles from TATSUMI)
The Second-in-Command of the Sky Razers was back to back with two of her fellow Razers as they sprayed black phosphorus at the Orks surrounding them. As far as the eye could see, it was a sea of greenskins aching to get in on the action. Their plumes of ash-like flames have coated hundreds of Orks already though their statues didn't last moments before they were crushed by more Orks wanting to test the new aliens.
"Rockets incoming. Take air," Ripley commanded. The three Valkyrians split up as their flight suits carried them away in a second. At the least, a dozen rockets slammed into their previous position. The three flyers synchronized their attack runs now that they were up in the air again so they might as well use the advantage. Ripley didn't like being one of the only things in the air above thousands of Orks armed with the equivalent of heavy machine-guns as their standard riles.
A brief glint caught her eye and she zoomed in on it. Approaching at high speeds in the air were a dozen Fly Boyz armed with clubs and combi weapons. "Unit 1, we've got hostile aerial units incoming. Enemy numbers: twelve. Prioritize them as primary targets. Take opportunities to harass enemy ground units when given. We need to keep their focus on us in this sector. Engage!"
The three Valkyrians flew to meet the bogeys, spraying the crowds of Orks under them with black phosphorus because they could. Hundreds were petrified into burning statues that were crushed under their own allies. The Sky Razers swerved in all manner of directions as the ground erupted into a cacophony of noise and lights as they became the sole interests of the thousands of guns on the ground. Rockets and bullets shot up to catch them but their size, speed, maneuverability and personal EM fields kept the majority of the ordinance away from them.
It was when they were in the process of gaining altitude that the Fly Boyz met up with them. Combi weapons spouted gunfire and grenades to knock them down while others tried to close in to grapple. They had no such luck as any that got close enough were soon outmaneuvered and blasted away by anti-armor lasers. The large 100 pound guns were only wield-able because of the Valkyrians' monstrous strength and their armor piercing capabilities, accuracy, and laser velocity made them excellent anti-air weapons, rocket-strapped Orks included.
Two flew in pursuit of Ripley who flew straight to lure them both to her tail. As they lined up on her rear, she performed a Pugachev Cobra maneuver. The sudden deceleration would have stalled almost any jet and the sudden turn outwards would have exuded enough G forces to knock out most human pilots. For Ripley, it was insignificant as she completed her turn just as both Orks flew by her. Her Anti-Armor Laser Rifle, model name "Cylia" in Valkyrian tongue, fired three quick laser bolts, one missing but the next two impacting the rockets. The laser melted right through the casing of the rocket and ignited the fuel within, turning both Orks into flaming balls of flesh and metal.
She sped back up and began tailing another Fly Boy who was shooting at one of the Valkyrians who had just taken out her own target. With targeting data from her HUD, she was able to lead off on the Ork and a burst of laser bolts impacted the Ork, two burning large holes through his body and the last detonating the rocket. She barrel-rolled out of the way of several rockets fired from the ground. She responded by aiming in the general direction of the Orks responsible and fired several bursts. She didn't know if she killed them but she knew several Orks were dealt irreversible damage.
She glanced around and confirmed all Fly Boyz were neutralized. "Unit 1, priority targets destroyed. Resume destroying and harassing enemy ground forces."
Ripley flew low and sprayed the crowds below her with black phosphorus and laser bolts, earning hundreds more to her kill count due to their density.
"Flight Unit damaged!" came the call from one from the other units. Ripley "tsked" in annoyance.
"Fight for survival or a good death, Razer," was Ripley's callous reply.