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Numerous explosions erupted all around them as Mechanicum and Orkoid fighters went at one another. The Orkoid fought with a damned veracity as they outnumbered the Mechanicum Forces five to one. Such a vast number of ships, if this was a war of equals, would have resulted in their downfall as a race of galactic raiders.
However as the Mechanicum’s Servitor driven craft flew through the sky the Orks were slaughtered by the dozen. Many of their craft simply imploded at random intervals of combat while others were able to hold themselves together long enough to actually engage the incoming fighters into a fight. Even if they made it into such a range though it did not guarantee the Ork’s guns were capable of even shooting at the Servitor craft.
As fighters died in the dozen the frigates began firing upon one another as they reached into range. First to announce their presence was the Tartarus Escorts as they attempted to take out what seemed to be the most important of the enemy’s ships. Such ships, that had been built upon the hopes and dreams of the Orks, were crumbled as the Mechanicum made those items irrelevant.
Upon being shot the Orks had no choice but to start charging forward into the Mechanicum. Fools they might be, the Orks also knew there was no way they would either need to fight or flee the moment their ships began to shutter at the presence. Either it was the Orks being Orks or something else, they all decided that they would face their death in the hail of gunfire.
Their ships, which were designed for ramming in mind, failed to even reach the short range gunfire as the Mechanicum ships had enough bullets and power to kill all of their ships.
War is determined not by the Quantity of their troops, but the quality of their weapons and tactics. One may claim that the Orks were the definition of numbers winning battles but one should be reminded that they themselves seemed to have developed with that exact thought in mind. And with that they were given weapons that make great use of such innumerable numbers. When they lose what enables their quantity to achieve quality, they die in droves.
As the death of hundreds happened TalOS took one glance at a planet that was covered in the greenskin. His eyes studied the scans for any sign of materials and climate that would make it valuable. What he saw was an arid world covered in nothing but sand and iron.
The Primarch did not speak a single word as he gave the command through the Noosphere. Within a inute of his thought, space lit up as the Blackstone Fortress struck directly into the planet with the fury of the Machine God. This attack was quickly followed up by the dropping of three bombs onto the planet’s surface.
The planet was cracked right then and there. For there was no reason for them to stop for a planet when the time for total war was upon them.
