- Stop da breakout was played at 1250 pts with Orks as the attackers and 'umie as the defenders.
- The Forlorn Hope was played at 1500 pts with the Orks as the attackers and the 'umie as the defenders
- The Angels of Death was played at 2000 pts with the Blood Angels (GKs but dont tell anyone) as the attackers with the Orks as the defenders
Rather than present a normal battle report i thought I would try presenting the 3 battles as a narative. I was trying to embed the pics better with the text wrapping around but my HTMLfu seems weak tonight. I'll get the rest over the next few days. Up first is the senario:
Stop da breakout.
For weeks the Orks had been pounding the walls of Hive Volcanus and the imperial garrison had been cut off for days. In the lowerhive, rumours had been circulating that the underhive was lost. Commander Tiphus had been hording his troops and materials after the initial losses when the Ork tide had crashed upon Hive Volcanus' walls. Now however, Tiphus felt he had to make a break for it. His company hadn't had any contact with the rest of the regiment for what seemed an eternity and supplies were running low. He sensed that his only real chance was to fly his remaining Valkyries across no man's land to reach the Hive's supreme headquarters over in Spire Secondus. As he flew his squadron across the waste land Tiphus saw the destruction below.
Through the thick pall of haze and smog Mekboy Dregrot Dakagul kicked a few of his boyz around. "Here dis is da type of fing I'm afta." The boyz grunted and started to dismantle the hull of the Leman Russ that lay within its own blast crater. The turret had been blown clear off the hull and Dregrot knew that there'd be some easy pickings for his boyz. Dregrot lifted his pig like eyes to the horizon and squinted. A tingling in his Mekboy body knew the sound that was coming from the close horizon. "Drop every fing boyz!, We've got incomin!" He reached for his grot assistant Skumbag and shouted, unnecessarily loud in the grot's opinion, "Get on da blower to da boss and get him ta send over some Flakka Trakks pronto!"
The Valkyries skimmed low and fast across the blasted wastes. Small groups of Orks looked up and started spraying bullets ineffectually into the air. In seconds Tiphus knew his squadron would clear this sector and have a plain run across to Spire Secondus. But his bowels tightened as he saw in the distance dust rising from a small outcrop of stone to the west. Ramshackled Ork buggies sped down on to the plan with contrails leaving their rickety frames. Tiphus knew that whilst these rockets were wildly inaccurate, just one good hit could bring his Valkyries crashing to the ground.
"Wot da ya mean da Flakka Trakks are shooting at each uva? I've got humies ova 'ead right now" Some indistinct swearing came over the squawk box as Mekboy Dregrot threw the hand set in disgust at Skumbag. The grot ducked skilfully and then went to gather the bits of the squawk box that hadn't survived Dregrot's conversation with 'ead quarters. "Hey boss, 'ow bout Oggrub's boyz?" Skumbag piped up, "Dey've got some big bang sticks wot's they used to stop all of these humie's tanks wiv." Dregrot's red eyes gleamed with excitement; truly all he really wanted was a few of the engines off the humies flyers. He had an outstanding contract for some teef with Warboss Dakakop Shakarg to supply his stormboys with a bunch of new jump packs. Dregrot took the offered hand set off Skumbag, "D'ere's new grot shoota in this for you Skumbag. Oi Oggrub, look up you've got somefing to shoot at." Almost immediately plumes of smoke rose from behind a small rise. Most of the rockets careened wildly off into the distance but some palatable hits shook a number of the flyers in the underbelly.
Tiphus felt more than heard the Valkyrie to his left explode and dive into the ground. He winced as a second was hit multiple times and spiralled off towards the massing Orks. He felt his last hope of reaching supreme headquarters slipping away from him as more rockets struck his own craft. Somehow with smoke billowing from the cockpit his Valkyrie stayed aloft. In seconds the two remaining flyers left behind the wreckage of their brothers. Tiphus looked out the door of his command craft and saw good men being overwhelmed and killed in the downed hulls of their fliers. Such was the price of war. He would have paid this cost himself if only one of his men got through with the critical message he carried. Tiphus knew that in the coming weeks and months ahead he would have to send many more men to their death before Armageddon was cleared of the green menace.
Up next The Forlorn Hope.....