A wet snap and the diminutive greenskin tumbled to the ground, lifeless, its head pointing at an unnatural angle to the rest of its body. Its killer melted back into the shadows, wrapping the obscurity about himself like a second cloak. He moved surely and swiftly from one pool of inky darkness to another, the light seemingly retreating from him forming a moving island of blackness. The filthy xenos hovels began to grow and take more of a workshop-like appearance in scale as he approached the centre of the settlement.
Grots were thick on the ground and the cowled intruder slowed his hitherto speedy insertion, clinging to the edges of ramshackle buildings and ducking behind piles of scrap. The raucous sounds of Greenskin industry provided more than ample cover for his approach and the inevitable slaying of the odd Grot or dozen.
Though the xenos had no structured patrol routes or picket lines their sheer number and anarchic nature made infiltration even more hazardous than most Imperial facilities. Even the most thorough security system was still just a system. Timings, patterns, routes. All these could be learned and circumvented but the orks chaotic nature meant that there was no rhyme or reason to their movements, just the promise of mind numbing violence round every corner.
The shadowed figure crouched behind a pile of rusty debris, hazarding a glance over the lip of his meagre cover before he dived for the umbral murk offered by an open disposal culvert. That stolen glance had confirmed his suspicions. Dozens of hastily scrabbled together greenskin vehicles, their ramshackle appearance deceiving but their murderous potential was not to be underestimated. The gathering of so much xenos armour meant that the final push would come soon and shortly would come the mailed fist that would shatter resistance here and on a dozen more Imperial holdings throughout the sub-sector.
Such a realignment of Astra Militarum resources was not to his liking. Reaching into the voluminous folds of his tattered cloak he withdrew a gilt box inlayed with mother of pearl and rubies cut to resemble tears of blood. Such an over worked trinket, he thought. So gaudy, so unnecessary… He depressed the activation stud and hurled the transponder into the Ork vehicle park. In mere moments the artisans of that overwrought bauble would home in on its signal and bring death and fire from the heavens.
That the signal should be coming from the Trabizonian 47th in their attempt to retake the Pontic curtain walls would bother the Sons of Sanguinius not at all. Such a concentration of enemies would ensure their full commitment to the battle. A series of high altitude concussive booms reverberated throughout the scrapheap accretion under which he waited.
The scions of the IX legion of yore were as fleet as always in prosecution of their preferred way of war. In a single smooth motion he drew both his pistols and rolled out of his hide into a world erupting with fire and transhuman violence.
Deployment: Special Deployment
Mission: Purge the Alien
Special Rules: Blood Angels can deep strike as from turn one.
‘Eavy Armour , Bosspole, Cybork Body, Killsaw, Kombi-weapon w/ Skorcha,
‘Ard Case , ‘Eavy Plates, 3x Big Shoota, Deff Rolla, Turret-mounted Big Zzappa
Boss Meganob, Pair of Killsaws
Meganob, Pair of Killsaws
Meganob, Pair of Killsaws
Julian: What an epic battle that was! I really thought the game was in my favour for the first couple of turns, however it was not meant to be today. Dante kept passing his 4+ invulnerables as if they were 2+’s. Personally I think that that was the main reason for the Orks downfall today, but that is not to undermine the fact that Steven G played a great game! I’ve never had the opportunity to pla…y with Orks since 2nd edition, so this was a steep learning curve for me. Especially the fact that the list was not one you traditionally see Orks use, which was very cool in itself nevertheless. The highlight of the game for me by far was the apocalyptic explosion from the Kill Krusha Tank, which landed a D blast on the Blood Angel’s flyer and dreadnought evaporating them out right. It was a spectacular event to see when I rolled a 6 on the D table for each unit an watching the carnage unveil. I felt this was a great game to finish off my run of 7th edition 40k games. I would like to thank Steven G for being a great opponent, and Lawrence, despite Lawrence being responsible for Dante not dying the whole game. Again a special mention to Stiff Neck Studio for their amazing service with our commissioned ork army.
So until then, I will be throwing out my scatter dice and templates for the next 40k battle report as we will now be entering in the world of 8th edition. Excited is an understatement!
Steven: Well, that was certainly brutal! When Steven said he wanted a full deep strike list I jumped at the chance to make a good old 5th edition Descent of Angels force. Then some one said we should include <data redacted>. Turned up to find a board liberally sown with orky structures… “How in the f am I going to deepstrike into that?” After a stern talking to from Steven and much piss taking from Julian I manned up and did what any true son of Sanguinius would: I risked it for a biscuit. Even with Dante granting re-rolls two units failed to show up (including the double team supreme of Stormraven and Furioso) and tbh I thought I was done by the end of Julians turn 2 but the the Blood Angels love a good fight and with the shiny golden god (Dante) himself leading them they delivered BIG STYLE. Dante axing a Deff Dread to death, doing the same to a Morkanaught and then wiping out the warlord and his retinue… Like a boss. Major props to the Furioso for ripping apart the super heavy only to lose 12HP to the resultant D blast. Also <data redacted> performed really well, chewing through a mountain of grots to menace Julians right flank all on his lonesome. Major respect for Julian for making a real go of it with an army he knew NOTHING about. Seriously, never seen anyone refer to the rules so much! Great game in great company and a fond farewell to 7th edition from me. The last hurrah of the nipple wing? Watch this space.