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torsdag 30 juni 2016

Battle 7: Chaos Purge on standby - Green intermission.



The Green Tide has overrun the forge world Incatalion and are now striking deep within the sector, ravaging the Chaos-purge on Cerberus XIII.

No retouched images today, sorry for that. I have a vacation and is sitting in a cabin in the middle of the woods while my gaming buddies are playing games at our local shop. They seem to play a game every frickin’ day, while I am stuck drinking beer in hammocks, visit country garage sales and take lakeside swims with the kids. Lucky bastards.

- Location: the desert city of Tartarus, Cerberus XIII.
- Imperial Forces: Dark Angels.
- Invasion forces: Orcs

- Point value: 900 pts
- Result: Orc/Dark Angels 14/4

[Author: Joakim B]


In the dark before the dawn they came. The orks the Blood Angels had warned about. But now on Cerberus, in Tartarus itself. Master Demetrious had gathered what he could of his company and rushed toward the ork landing site but he was too late - the orks had infiltrated the city in great numbers. His actual mission was to find a way into the undercity of Tartarus but he could not ignore the ork presence.
Well placed marines traded fire with ork boyz and artillery but few casualties were inflicted.
The ork advance continued unimpeded until light, when Dark Angel armour and assault squads punished the careless ork vehicles that had advanced ahead of the horde. The smoke stung in the eyes of the boyz who only became hungrier for the fight ahead, the light of bloodlust shining in their beady eyes.



Master Demetrious held a calming eye on his marines as they desperately tried to thin the mobs before them before the inevitable assault.
Then the cry went out: WAAAAAAAGH!! And the orks poured in, through vicious fire and scalding promethium, into arms reach of the outnumbered marines. Slaughter followed when the bestial xenos tore down the stalwart marines with unbridled savagery and sheer weight of numbers. Only Demetrious remained on his feet after the first onslaught when Brother Balduin roared into the combat, his vox screaming out hymns to the God Emperor as he slew half a dozen orks in a few seconds.


To no avail. Demetrious was torn down and struck down by a huge brute with a power klaw and an even bigger brute smashed the weapon from the mount of brother Balduin right arm and then the lid of his most sacred sarcophagus.

In other places the battle still hung in the balance. Ork bikes had been twice repelled; many boyz cut down and several kans and buggies stood burning on the field. Assault squad Athelstane was rampaging through vehicles and a building shielding ork troops when they found the entrance to the undercity. The gretchins had been sitting on it all the while but not realizing what they protected.


Athelstane screamed out his despair and frustration when the order came to retreat. All imperial armour on site had been destroyed and Master Demetrious shattered body had just been recovered by the beleaguered squad Enshkal. Numerically the marines had not lost too many but the situation was unsustainable, the orks were just too numerous.

The Dark Angel foray into Tartarus had not had an auspicious beginning but Interrogator Chaplain Isiah Wrath had his hopes up. Now they knew two of their many enemies on Cerberus and they would not fall so easily next time.


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Additional images found in an ork "Peepa-Shoota" forgotten on the battlefield.
Courtesy the ECBE (Esteemed Conclave for Battle Evaluation), Astra Militarum.











onsdag 29 juni 2016

Battle 5 & 6: Incaladion - The fury of the Green Tide


This post  represents two games fought on the Forge World Incaladion. No retouched images today, sorry for that. I have a vacation and is sitting in a cabin in the middle of the woods while my gaming buddies are playing games at our local shop.

- Location: the Forge World of Incaladion
- Imperial Forces: Blood Angels.
- Invasion forces: Orcs, Traitor marines from the
Word Bearer Legion.
- Point value:
- Result: Orc/Chaos win 15/13

[Author: Rasmus]


Incoming transmission++
Recipient: Classified
Sender: Blood Angel's Fleet Command
Threat level high,
Xenos invasion force detected,
Target: Forge World Incaladion,
Type: Lesser Waagh + sightings of traitor legions
Requesting assistance immediately


Incoming transmission++
Negative - All current forces engaged,
Attack and secure victory if possible,
Secure intel on traitor forces,
-Pedro out-


Incoming transmission++
Heavy losses sustained,
Suspected "Waagh!" in Ultima Segmentum,
This might just be the beginning...




Rust-ships lit the night sky as they burned through the forge world’s atmosphere like comets. Artillery barrages and volleys of rockets thundered in the distance. Mindboggling traktor beams lifted loads of scrap metal into orbit, hauled into containment fields within the interstellar space hulk Ol’ Rusty-guts -the iron belly of the ork fleet. The plunder of Incaladion had begun, fuelling the Waaagh war machine.

”That there, be da spoils of war lads”, said Warboss Rompgogg. “That there be killy kans, dreads and ‘nauts by the thousands, and all kind o’ warwaggons for da blitz. And ya all know what that means?”

The boys of Da Scrappin’ Ninth warband all fell silent. Warboss Rompgogg had da finkin’ kap on and a gift for kunning plans.

“No more foot slogging ya dimwits!”

The ground shook when another rust-ship touched down and unloaded its boys a few klicks to the south.

“Now ten-hut ya maggots! Or do ya want them late-coming scumbags over at Da Deff Jocks Twelfth to hog all the glory?”

 
The mob quickly squabbled itself into something resembling a square formation. Not the spit ‘n’ polish detail of the stormboys, but close enough. They’ve been at it all night. The fighting inside the vast fortified city had bogged down into a grinding battle against predator tanks and pesky bolter marines in razorbacks (battle 1, orks vs. blood angels – 10/10 draw).

Now, in the last moments before dawn, warboss Rompgogg advanced his warband into the vast mining fields outside the city. Seeking out the enemy, securing ground and searching for hidden forge fanes located beneath the planets crust.

“What about them other humies?” asked Nob Brokk and pointed his power klaw at the chaos marines with their retinue of fallen guardsmen.

“What about them? Allies of cunvenience. Nuthing more. Now can I be in charge here for a while or do I need to explain da chain of command fing again?”

“Sur, no, sur!” Nob Brokk made a quick salute. Left handed, accidentally smashing the power klaw to his face. “Turd, not again.“

“Boss!” shouted a sluggaboy. “We got incoming!”

A blood angel stormraven came in fast and low. Strafing through the orks, hammering them with a hail of bullets.

“Dokk! Get them patched up and ready to rumble! Da rest of ya, on me! WAAAAGH!” Warboss Rompgogg grinned as he led the charge. The stormraven had come in too fast, too low or simply too cocky and unloaded a terminator squad too close. Among them a librarian – the commander of the quick response force thundering down all around them.

“Stoopid move, human. Fear the fury of the green tide!”