Saturday, October 31, 2009

"Bluebyte" project taking off

Today I've started work on "Bluebyte". Some of the shapes have been cut, and the cargo hold is good for assembly. Next week, I'll start to put it together.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Production stalled!

Hmm, as I was all geared up for full out production of "Bluebyte" real world issues occur that had to be dealt with.

Hopefully, all will be sorted out by the end of this week so that I can get back to my project. Here's hoping.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Gathering Materials

As mentioned yesterday, I was sketching some designs for freighter like vessel to be used in the upcoming Apoc game. today I've decided to build the twin engined version.

So, rummaging through my bitz box and scavenging for stuff that can be used around the house, I think I have enough material to start at least cutting some of the basic shapes before I go into assembling them.

I'm trying to make this as cheap as possible, with as much discarded items I can find. However, the bulk of it will be the "chip board" I use for the body. Thin card will be used for paneling and bitz will go to enhance the finished "product".

If I put regular man-hours into this project, I expect to see it completed well before the 20th November.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Planning the "Bluebyte"

"Bluebyte" is the name of the freighter I plan to build for the upcoming Apoc battle that will mark the closing of the Arenxis Minoris Campaign. Whether it will be used or not I leave that to the organizers, but it would be rather handy to have around, just in case.

Anyway, I've started drafting some simple sketch of the ship and came up with two basic design. One had twin-engines/thrusters while the other one only one. The single engine ship seems easier to build but is more angular, which might pose some problems while the other one seems boxy, with more detailed finishing.

At the moment, I'm still undecided. So, we'll see what happens in the next few days.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Breakout! (Battle #5)

The ultramarines commander looked solemnly past his men as they filed past him and took to their bikes. The terminators of the 1st company boarded their land raiders even as the surviving guardsmen fired up the engines of their tanks.

This was it. The moment of truth. One last throw of the dice, to save all that remained of the 5th company on Haides. Their last holdout was overrun merely days ago, thanks to the treacherous Alpha Legions. Now, all that remained was assembled here, deep inside the bunker complex at the edge of the Kolborath Mountain Range.

"Eaglewing to Swiftstrike, Eaglewing to Swiftstrike, acknowledge, over" a distant voice crackled inside the vox receiver of the commander's helm.

"Swiftstrike, acknowledge. What is your ETA?" his curt reply queried.

"Site Helios has been compromised. Proceed to site Grackus. ETA 50 minutes" the other voice replied back.

"Understood, Swiftstrike out" the commander ended the conversation.

Turning to face the assembled astartes and guardsmen, "Move out!" he ordered as he stepped up to his bike and straddled it, igniting the bike's powerful engines.

In column formation, the entire force moved out of the bunker complex, hoping that their movement under the cover of darkness would go unnoticed.

Mission: Annihilation; Deployment: Spearhead
Opponent: Rizal Ultramarines 5th Company

Strategy Cards:
Home Ground (Ultramarines)
Night Fight (Orks)

350 extra points on additional units (Ultramarines)
None (Orks)

The land raiders and Leman Russ executioner trundled swiftly in column, their tiny headlights the only indication of their movement. The land speeders and bike squads acting as outriders on each flank.

Sudddenly, the column swerved into a defensive line formation, the dreadnought taking up position between the excutioner and one of the land raider. "Enemy contacts up ahead. The orks were waiting."

Even as the outriders were making their way back to the column at their best speed, the darkness began to reveal a growing mob of orks. Their guttural voices marking where they are, despite the gloom. The 'ard boyz led the way, flanked on the left by the lootas and on the right by the nobz.

The darkness interfered with the marines targeting and their lights could not pierce the gloom. This saved the advancing orks from several crucial volleys. The nob bikers, attempting to outflank the land raider on the right, ran headlong into the ultramarine's commander and his large biker squad.

With righteous anger on their lips, and fervent prayer to the Emperor, the commander and his squad charged into the nobz. The commander himself challenging Warboss Grimfang. Clash of chainswords and choppas ring out of the darkness amidst the swirling dust thrown up by the bikes. In the end, only the commander was left facing the mighty warboss. Deftly avoiding the lumbering powerklaw, the commander thrust his power sword but was deflected by the fast moving ork bike. Charging head-on, the warboss crashed into the commander's bike, impaling the unfortunate astartes on his massive klaw. The massive shock was too much for even the vauted space marine's regenerative abilities, and the commander slumped, lifeless.

Once again, Warboss Grimfang hired the Vulcha boyz to do his work. They did not dissapoint. Landing right infront of the dreadnought and executioner, they immediately set upon the executioner, tearing up the turret and its hull lascannon. Despite the damage, the tank was still operable and retreated a bit.

The smaller biker squad appeared out of the gloom and raced past behind the left-most land raider even as the land raider disgorged its assault terminators into the stormboyz. Although clearly outmatched by the terminators, the stormboyz held under the stern-eyed gaze of their commander.

Zooming past the nobz, a single kopta made a shooting run on the dreadnought. Picking it out of the gloom, it sent a streaking rokkit into the thing's piston joints, jamming the actuator and immobilizing it. Despite its damage, the dreadnought continued to pour melta shots at the nearby 'ardboyz.

Jubilant after their short skirmish, the nobz revved their bikes and slammed into a land raider, immobilizing it as well as ripping away one of the sponson lascannon. Unperturbed, the terminators inside disembarked and assaulted the nobz. Lightning claws and thunder hammers ripped through the nobz and four of their number were felled. In return, 5 of the assault terminators were laid low, despite their storm shields, leaving a solitary marine against the rest of the nobz.

On the left side of the battlefield, the lootas spotted the shadows of the other marine bike squad and let loose with their deffguns. The volley cut down two of them but they remained stoic. The landspeeder squad came blazing out of the night and sent the solitary kopta to its fiery end.

The 'ard boyz, incessantly prodded by the Mad Dok finally reached combat. Piling into the terminators busy with the stormboyz, the mob pummeled the marines with their crude choppas and brought 4 of the terminators down. The immobilized land raider lost another wweapon sponson even as the last terminator was killed.

The damaged executioner, its crew resigned to death, held their ground and put out plasma bolts at the 'ard boyz as the mob surged past the broken bodies of the terminators. Zagstruk was alone by then, all his boyz dead or dying. So focussed was he on the executioner that he failed to notice the dreadnought aiming its meltagun at him, instantly vaporising him.

The marine bikers traded fire with the lootas, killing a few and lost another of their number in return. The grots were running everywhere, trying to get away from the oncoming speeders. With bestial fury, the warboss tore through the immobilised land raider and finally put an end to it, leaving it burning. Even as the warboss was tearing up the land raider, the rest of the nobz descended on the stationary executioner and blew it up, debris raining down for quite some distance.

The 'ard boyz charged the dreadnought pulled out its dreadnought close combat arm for the loss of a few of the boyz. Mad Dok failed to push through the press of bodies and could not lend his power klaw to the fight.

The two marine bikers assaulted the lootas and broke them in a one sided melee. The nearby grots too broke under the relentless attention of the flaming landspeeders, the sight of their burning comrades too much for the little buggers to take.

In a final push of speed, the warboss and his nobz fell upon the surviving land raider and destroyed it with well placed strikes using their power klaws.

The biker sergeant and two land speeders were the only ones to made it to the evacuation point from out of the entire force. Although it survived, the damaged dreadnought was too far gone, its fate sealed.

Victory to the orks! (7-4 KP)
As a result, all tiles on the Kolborath Mountain Range except for Chrystal Heights is under chaos control. Furthermore, this last battle removed the last Ultramarines holding on Haides.

Warboss Grimfang squinted at the night sky as the tell tale sign of the afterburners from the imperial craft made its way back to Thessalonicus with its paltry load of survivors. The imperium is truly and well on the way to being routed, he mused.

Already, work parties, under the supervision of meks were dismantling and cutting the armor plates from the wrecked imperial tanks. Big Mek Buzzboltz has promised him a suprise, and said it would be ready in time for the final assault on Polonia.

Inside the imperial transport, the crew chief glanced nervously at the astartes in the cargo hold. The briefing said they were supposed to evacuate around thirty of the marines as well as several dozen guardsmen. The 5 marines, their armor battle scarred and with wearied faces boded ill for the coming weeks.

He could still remember asking the astartes "Where is the rest of the column?" as the giant strode up the ramp. The glance the astartes gave him was enough to chill his marrows and the cold voice that answered reminded him not to cross any of these giants.

"We're it. No one else is coming."

Old World carnage

Hi, had a WHFB game with Peter's Bretonians yesterday versus my Empire. It was my first time meeting his Fay Enchantress and that dame sure helped a lot in his battleplans.

As it is, now that I know what she's capable of, I hope to do better next time we meet. The steam tank really helped a lot and saved the game (it was a draw) for me when it ran off a unit of knights off the board and crushed another unit in combat...hehe

well, hope to get more fantasy games going. next year, i'll finish off my Orcs & Goblin army (get a new giant, some black orcs, spear chukkas, and paint them all up)

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Killing Angels (Battle #4)

Sitting astride his plundered ride, the mighty ork warboss, Grimfang stares sullenly at the gaggle of meks tripping over each other, trying to fix his Big Bird for the trip back to Grot's 'Arbor. Two still smoking bodies lay nearby on the tarmac, brute testimony of the warboss's short fused temper.

The meks were delivered of further example of the warboss's displeasure when Grimfang's lieutenant, a massive nob by the name of Killjaw rode down the ferrocrete runway and skidded to a halt in front of the warboss.

"Boss, we've got company" the normally taciturn ork reported excitedly. "Just now, we've got grots down in da woods running back wiv tales of marinez on bikes" he explains. "After whacking a few of dem grots flat, da rest keeps tellin' da same story. Souz I sents dem koptas to looksee. One of dem just got back wiv words dat deres a bunch of dem marinez bikers runnin' in da woods, probably tryin' to sneak on us 'ere" the nob pauses for a while ticking off his fingers for every important point he has reported.

"Da kopta boyz also says dat dem marinez wear black armor, and one of dem even got a flying bike, like dem panzies used" he finishes his report and looks expectantly at Grimfang, "Wots we gonna do boss?"

Mulling over the information given by his lieutenant, the warboss eyes glazes over as his tiny brain began to turn. With a grin, "Gather dem boyz, we'll go an' say 'ello to dem marinez. I bets its dem Ravenwing mob. Tryin' to sneak on us orks eh." Turning on the meks, " Youz lots betta finish putting dis bird together by da time I gets back, if not..." he left it hanging, the implied threat clearly understood as the meks cast furtive and nervous glances at his back way as he rode away to meet up with the rest of the mob.

Mission: Seize Ground (3 objective marker)
Deployment: Spearhead

The woodlands were unusually silent and only the soft whispers of the wind accompanied the heavy footfalls of the orks as they deployed in the woods. The lootas took up position in a dense copse of trees, having line of sight that covers a lot of the open ground in front of them, while giving them good cover from any return fire. The 'ard boyz loitered in the center, Mad Dok strangely absent. The nobz, led by Grimfang himself positioned themselves at the leftmost edge of the field, in anticipation of outflanking marines.

Looking out towards the general direction where the marines are supposed to come from, the orks could see no sight of them. It was some time before the roar of bike engines could be heard. The nobs too spotted some bikers but they turned back when they saw the waiting nobz. The nobz maintained their blocking position and did not give chase, even Snikrot and his komandos too took up blocking position next to the nobz.

As more Ravenwing units appear on the battlefield, they used the rolling hills to screen their advance, hiding from the lootas. Forming into an irregular column, they closed on the orks.

Mad Dok Grostnik decided to join the upcoming action, even the grots trotted besides the lootas, heading for the ork statue. Only the koptas are yet to be seen, still too far after the aid they gave the Alpha Legion.

Out of nowhere, the master of Ravenwing thundered onto the battlefield, gunning down two of the suprised komandos. Unnerved by the sudden attack, the komandos broke and fled, hiding behind the barricades. The leading biker squad too opened fire on the 'ard boyz, felling one.

Out in the open, the master of Ravenwing and his jetbike was a very tempting target for the lootas and they gleefully zoomed in their sights and let loose. The fusilade of lead and whatnot punched through the Master's armor, causing him to crash the jetbike, with fatal results.

Joining the 'ard boyz, Mad Dok immediately herded them towards the advancing Ravenwing units. Despite his demise, the Master's appearance has managed to displaced the nobz from their blocking position. This opportunity was used by a squad of bikers to pass the ork's line and they appeared behind the grots and lootas.

Advancing enmassed, two biker squad moved into rapid fire range and gunned down several more orks. They proceeded to assault the massed orks and tied down the 'ard boyz in a drawn combat. The nobz, having placed themselves near the central objective was stared down by two attack bikes that contested the same thing. In the confusion fo combat, the bike squad that appeared behind the ork's line forgot to close into combat. To make up for their momentary lapse, they charged into the grots and nobz bikers, ensuring that the nobz were pulled away from the central objectives.

The melee against the grots was no contest for the Ravenwing bikers as half of the gretchins were cut down. However, the nobz were another story as all six marines were easily despatched without loss. Invigorated by the victory, the nobz revved their bikes towards the central objective again and was just in range to contest it.

In the other melee involving the 'ard boyz, Dok Grostnik pushed himself to the fore and accounted for 3 of the bikers while the rest of the boyz crushed one of the squads and decimate the other squad. Braving the odds, one solitary managed to tie down the remaining 'ard boyz.

The Ravenwing sent up two of their attack bikes to support the lone biker and another biker squad to bolster their strength at the central objective. The two lost koptas finally appeared and proceeded to blast apart one of the attack bikes sent to aid the lone biker. The other attack bike was taken suprised by the lose of his camrade that they did not notice the warboss barrelling towards them, his power klaw shredding the attack bike into tiny pieces.

The lootas again hefted their deffguns and gleefully targeted one of the attack bikes guarding the central objective, destroying it in a flurry of shots. The nobz then advanced on the biker squad and remaining attack bike and cut both units down in a swirling melee of speeding bikes and dust.

The command squad was the only unit left in the Ravenwing force. Instead of retreating, they left their objective and sought to wreck havoc inside the ork's line.

Result: Victory to the Orks (2-0 objectives)

"Victor 58 Gamma, please proceed to landing pad Echo 85 Zulu, do you copy?" the ground controller of Chagoris Field hailing the incoming transport that had lifted in the early dawn, ferrying astartes of the Dark Angels chapter as it closed on the spaceport.

"Instructions received. Victor 58 gamma will proceed to Echo 85 Zulu. Thank you Chagoris. See you guys in a minute." the pilot's reply came over the vox.

The ground controller continued to look at his console and suddenly called out in alarm, "Large enemy formation approaching! Two formations closing in. One from Haides and another one from Port Hubris. "

"Launching ready fighters" another tech voiced out.

Suddenly, several loud explosion rocked the control tower. "What was that?" several voices asked nervously.

Then, over the vox, a stunned voice announced, "There's...err...there's orks spilling out of Victor 58 Gamma....we're under attack!" the last almost a screech.

As a result of the ill-fated raid by the Ravenwing, Chagoris Field spacceport tile was taken over by the orks of Warboss Grimfang.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Da Ruse, Da Raid, and Da Reapin'

Commander Fariz leaned wearily beside the sandbagged pillar reinforcing the armorplast board, surveying the scene below the control tower, overlooking the main landing area of Port Hubris. Bulk haulers and transporters filled the scene, with scattering of navy fighters amongst them. Newly arrived troops and invaluable supplies were disembarked and hauled straight to the front lines. Ongoing repair works could be seen all around as the carnage wrought during the battle to evict the “Unclean” forces of Lord Minthras is still abundantly evident.

“Sir?” his reverie broken by a call from one of the tech-adepts manning the auspex console.

“What is it?” he queried as he hurried to the tech-adept.

“Multiple signals inbound from Haides. Some appear to be of Imperial origin while others are, um, unidentified.” The adept explained the situation.

As he was pondering on the growing situation, another call attracted his attention.

“Sir? We’ve got jamming coming our way and there seems to be a vox transmission from those signals” another adept informed him.

“Put the base on alert, inform the Lord General…” Fariz didn’t manage to finish as a clear vox garbled out, the voice obviously stressed, yet calm at the same time.

“Port Hubris, Port Hubris, this is Major Andi Kapinski of the Haides PDF. I’m inbound on your vector and I’ve got a frakking bunch of greenskins on my back.” The voice paused for a while “I have 6, I repeat, 6 haulers with me, jam-packed with refugees from Haides. We’re running out of escorts here” the last almost a yell “ Frak! There goes number 4. We’ve just lost a transport. Get us some air cover! For the love of the Emperor! Help us!” the plea almost a scream.

Fariz glanced at one of the techs and the adept nodded, “One of the Imperial signal is rapidly descending in the Southern sector, indicating emergency descent”

Without hesitation, “Scramble Blue Flight! Have Yellow Flight on Standby and prepare the flak batteries.” Fariz calmly issued his orders. Grabbing a binocular, he rushed to the balcony and scanned the sky.

Slowly, small dots interspersed with flashes appeared over the horizon. Increasing the magnification, he saw the bulky haulers come into view, some leaking smoke while tracer fire laced the sky from the buzzing ork fighters circling the transports.

As the drama continues to unfold, he began to have an uneasy feeling. Again, he searched the sky for any tell-tale sign to calm his unease. His gaze brought him back to the transports, and he realized, despite their seemingly erratic flight, they’re not badly damaged and the orks don’t seem to be hitting it at all.

“Blue Flight to Base, engaging the enemy” a vox transmission from the engaging fighters caught his attention. “Scramble the ready flight and have them escort the transports, tell them to watch out for anything suspicious” Fariz relayed another order to his aides. He put up his binoculars again and saw the ork fighters’ dog-fighting with Blue Flight even as Yellow Flight reached the transports, which had distanced themselves from their pursuers.

“This is Yellow Flight, we have eyeballs on the transports. Will pro….what the frak!” and the voice was abruptly cut off.

Flashes began to appear around the transports as Yellow Flight disintegrated under a barrage of well aimed missiles and lascannons originating from the transports themselves.

“Emperor, save us” muttered the astounded officer as he realized what is happening. This is the attack they’ve been waiting for. All those ready alerts and training simulation was for this day, and the defenders were still caught off guard.

“Sir, we’ve lost contact with the southern batteries. Outposts Beta-16 and Gamma-21 not responding to any of our hails” another aide informed him.

As alarms began to blare across the spaceport, he noticed that the transports were descending rapidly. Even as he looked up, he saw a fighta bomma plummet in a dive and loosed a speck of blackness towards the control tower. That speck continued to grow as it descended and realization filled the officer, his mind finally comprehending the big bomm coming his way. The final thing on his mind before the bomb exploded and ended his life in a fiery and violent explosion was that “Warboss Grimfang is here.”

Mission: Capture and Control
Opponent: Faizal Imperial Guard Cadian 7th Division

Strategy Cards:

Virus Bomb (Imperial Guard)
Careful Planning (Orks)


Imperial Guard has an extra 100 points to spend on additional units.
Orks rolled 4+ (d6) for their command bastion and selected Fearless for the Nob bikers

The lead elements of the Cadian 7th reached the edge of the built up area and reformed from their column formation into a new battle formation. On the other side, the ork mobs began to mass and concentrate even as sporadic fighting started all over the spaceport between the greenskins and pockets of resistance.. In a panic reaction, the guardsmen released a virus bomb upon the orks. Five of the ‘ard boyz toppled with their bodies slowly dissolving into mush. Even the warboss was not spared and he could be seen coughing and wheezing after the attack.

When the virus bomb cloud cleared, the tanks of the imperial guard began to fire. Battle cannons, and Storm Eagle rockets rounds began to rain upon the milling orks. Several more boyz were blasted apart, as well as 2 of the biker nobz. The warboss was again wounded and his mood was getting blacker by the minute.

Wishing he had his regular ‘ard riding ‘an ass krushin’ nobz around him, the warboss sighed at the nobz mob surrounding him. “This bunch has just mobbed together and they sure are uppity about it” thought the warboss as he noticed the gleam of recklessness in the nobz beady eyes. “Well, I’ll just have to make do wiv dis nobz, then. At least dis bunch won’t run away crying becoz dem sure is eager to prove how gud dey is to me” the warboss mused in his head. Tossing aside any uncertainties, the huge warboss revved his engines, the nobz following suit.

With a loud cry, the warboss led his nobz across the landscape, bypassing shells of bombed out habs and warehouses, closing in on the tanks of the imperial guards. Amidst the swirling dust and smoke, the ‘ard boyz surged forward towards the enemy’s gun line and scrambled from ruins and rubbles, the Mad Dok cackling insanely as he led them forward. In preparation for the assault on the spaceport, the warboss has arranged for a surprise attack by his newly hired mercenaries, the Vulcha Boyz, led by the notorious Zagstruk. It remains to be seen if such an investment would turn out to be beneficial or not. Leaping from the antiquated Da Vulcha and deep striking in between 2 Leman Russ squadrons, the stormboyz scattered into cover, with everyone surviving the landing.

In the confusion, Snikrot led his komandos sneaked past the milling imperial guard tanks and disabled the Storm Eagle launcher on the manticore, as well as disabling the vehicle. The komandos paid for their daring and was subsequently gunned down by the alerted guardsmen. The tanks rumbled through the ruins and angled for better shots at the nob bikers, ignoring for the moment, the advancing ‘ard boyz.. Blast after blast came crashing down on the nobz and 3 more were blasted apart by shells. One of the hellhounds began to flank the ‘ard boyz and toasted some of them. The other hellhound went for the just landed stormboyz and in the rush to fire, managed to burn only 3 of them.

As the flanking hellhound unleashed its deadly payload, a mob of lootas appeared at its flank, their big shootas blazing. All the wild shooting hardly dented the armor and the meks could be seen arguing amongst themselves, blaming each other for putting paint pellets instead of black powdered AP rounds. A raggedy bunch of grots too could be seen making their way towards the ork statue behind the ruined hab complex. Left with only 3 nobz, the warboss led them into the guns of the leman Russ squadron, blowing one up in a spectacular explosion and leaving the other a burning hulk. The Mad Dok continued to urge his ‘ard boyz forward and they rapidly closed their distance to the imperial lines.

Zagstruk leapt into the air with his stormboyz in tow and they smashed into both the Leman Russ squadron and the solitary hellhound that targeted them just now. The demolisher tank was instantly crippled by Zagstruk’s klaws and the other tank in the squadron was left immobile and stunned. The hellhound fared better and escaped with barely a scratch. The lootas attempt to cripple the other hellhound in assault failed as the speeding tank easily avoided their clumsy blows.

Undaunted by the loss of his tank squadrons, the imperial guard commander ordered the chimeras toform a firing line and take down the warboss and his remaining nobz. The assaulted hellhound reversed its course and belched flame towards the lootas, killing four, yet the orks remained unshaken and continue to taunt the fleeing tank. A squad of veterans managed to outflank the nobz mob and poured fire from behind. Even the troopers inside the chimera used their fire-holes to contribute more firepower. After the blizzard of fire, the nobz were none the worse to wear as only one of them suffered a wound.

Dumbfounded by their apparent failure to stop the nobz, the newly arrived veterans did not react fast enough when the warboss came barreling towards them, his skorcha leading the way. 6 men crumpled into cinders and the rest were wounded by a single swipe of the warboss’s klaw. The remaining nobz thundered across the uneven ground recklessly and slammed into the rear of the command chimera and another chimera containing a veteran squad. The command chimera blew up, killing the officer of the fleet and another trooper. Despite the explosion, the commander managed to pick himself up and reformed his surviving command squad.

Zagstruk again led his boyz against the hellhound and this time, they also struck at the manticore damaged earlier in the battle. Zagstruk klaws tore off the hellgound’s turret and the stormboyz tossed in a couple of stikbombs into the hull. The ensuing explosion ignited the fumes and the tank easily brewed. An oily black pillar of smoke marking its demise. The dismounted crew of the manticore couldn’t defend themselves from the stormboyz and some well placed stikbombs ensured its destruction. The lootas braced themselves and let loose a fusillade of lead and whatnot into the other fleeing hellhound, stopping it in its track, smoke leaking out of its ports and slits. Soon, its highly flammable cargo caught fire and the tank was left burning furiously.

The ‘ard boyz finally made it into combat. Their victim, one of the disabled Leman Russ tank left alone by Zagstrukk. It did not take much to reduce the damaged tank into scrap metal, something that Dok Grosnik personally took care of. Elsewhere, the grots made a dash for the ork statue across the road, ducking behind cover where available.
The command squad, bereft of its transport, courageously charged the nob bikers after reducing their number to a sole biker with melta and plasma shots. Consolidating back into a crater, they await the inevitable onslaught of the ‘ard boyz. Bottled up in their transports, the remaining two veteran squads fired upon the ‘ard boyz, felling a few. The ever shrinking imperial line is now in a desperate situation.

The lootas, devoid of any viable targets decided to move up, to where the action is. The grots finally reached the statue and milled around it, looking confused, and out of breath. The ‘ard boyz called upon Da Green and declared a Waaargh! that propelled them through dangerous and difficult ground straight into the sides and rear of the disabled chimera. Infused with furious rage, the blows from the average choppas penetrated the armored skin of the vehicle, wrecking it permanently in many places. The unlucky veterans inside managed to disembark, saved by the orks attention on their doomed transport.

Zagstruk again leapt into the air, this time at great speed, causing one of the boyz to tumble from the sky as his rocket pack overheated and blew up, much to the amusement of the mob. This time his target was the remaining chimera. In no time, Zagstruk’s klaws easily ripped its armor, leaving the vehicle a twisted wreck. The veterans inside too had the misfortune to disembarked with enemies all around, yet they remained steadfast and did not panic.

The company commander, seeing the desperate situation he is in, stepped up to his men and issued “First rank fire! Second rank fire!” on one of the veteran squad. Falling back on their discipline, the veterans steadily took aim and unleashed a firestorm of lasgun shots at the approaching ‘ard boyz. Meltaguns added their fury to the mix and 10 were felled by the volley. Half of those groggily stood up after being brutally slapped and patched up by the Mad Dok. The other veteran squad picked on the stormboyz as their target and reduced the mob to just 4, including Zagstruk himself. Unfazed by his losses, Zagstruk ignored the annoying veterans and hunted for the imperial commander.

Scrambling over terrain and wrecks alike, the ‘ard boyz slammed into both veteran squads like a veritable avalanche, sweeping all before them, with a few losses of their own. The trampled, butchered bodies of the guardsmen ample evidence of the brutal bloodlust inherent within the boyz.

The commander suddenly found his escape route blocked by four rocket packs totting orks. One of them a big brute and the suddenness of the attack left the officer with no time to avoid his death as Zagstruk’s klaw crashed into his carapace helmet, straight to his skull, crushing it. His refractor field was too weak to deflect such brutal assault and his carapace suit might as well had been paper for all its worth. Dismayed at the loss of their leader, the surviving guardsmen were easily dispatched by the rest of the stormboyz. The assault ending as suddenly as it had begun.

With bloodlust still in their system, it was some time before the orks realized that there were no more enemies to fight. All the defenders of Port Hubris had either fallen on the battlefield or had fled from it. The spaceport is in orks hand! The cries of Waaaaarrrgghhh! and accompanying dakkadakka noise could be heard reverberating from the vicinity of Port Hubris for some time after that battle between the orks and its imperial guard defenders.

“Dats sum fight!” Warboss Grimfang muttered as he surveyed the scene of the Imperial Guard’s last stand. Numerous burnt out wreck littered the edge of the spaceport, testimony of their crews’ brave, but ultimately futile effort to stem the mobz.

As the warboss sat astride his big ride, a modified mek-special work based around an ultramarine bike, one of his nobz called for his attention. “Boss, dat Zagstrukk fella coming dis way.”

Looking up, as he is nursing the bloodied scar along his arm, the warboss could see the stormboyz boss striding towards him in his unique gait, courtesy of his bionic klaws.

“’ere boss, here’s sumfink speshul fer da boss.” Zagstruk grinned evilly as he dumped a pile of meat and clothing across Grimfang’s bar handles.

“wotzit?” the warboss looked the ‘thing’ over and poked his finger at it. It’s obviously dead, if nothing else.

“Dats da umie bossman, boss, hur, hur, hur.” Zagstruk explained.
A bright gleam appeared in warboss Grimfang as understanding dawned. “Ark, ark, ark. Dats gud. Too bad yer didn’t save me da head.”

Zagstruk merely shrugged at that comment and left the warboss to admire his newly acquired “trophy”.

Result: Ork victory (2-0 objectives), in addition, the imperial guard force was totally annihilated.

As a consequence, Port Hubris is now under Greenskin management (They are calling it Grot’s ‘Arbor)

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Suprise Attack!

"Youz lots! Getz up dere! Find yerself some gubbin' spot and start balstin'! Warboss Grimfang bellowed at the lootas hastily scrambling up the rickity construction, trying to gain some vantage point from which they hope to deliver some orky retribution.

Rushing past his nobz, Grimfang could see Da Dok's 'ard boyz rushing headlong towards the oncoming eldar. Grinning to himself, he waved for the nobz to follow him as they turbo-boosteed right across the settlement, kicking up dust and gravel.

Two deff koptas dashed groggily across the eldar gunline and was brought down by the seer council on jetbikes. All the shots seemingly hit, despite the speed the koptas were travelling and each causing a wound, despite their toughness. As both plummeted to the ground, Snikrot and his komandos unveiled themselves from the ashes and immobilized a fire prism. The grots arrived from the central camp and headed off to join the lootas (and cover!)

Grimfang and his nobz again turbo-boosted nearer to the eldar line, the prospect of close combat tantalizing near. With a fevered bloodlust, the 'ardboyz crashed into the seer council, taking one down for the lost of 2 of their own. Undaunted, the eldar struck back with uncanny percision as a newly arrived dire avenger squad took on the komandos. Aided by the disabled prism, the komandos were wiped out. A far shot from the wave serpent took down a grot, despite the cover.

In the continuing melee between the seer council and the 'ard boyz, both sides were drawn.

With a relish, the nobz descended on the dire avengers and the immobilized prism. The dire avengers were run down while the prism was left a mangled wreck. Across the field, a lucky shot from the lootas penetrated deep into the power core of another prism, blowing it apart despite its vaunted holo-fields and fortuned saves, the debris scattering far and wide.

Things were looking grim for the seer council as another rider was pulled down and the farseer himself left with one wound. Despite losing combat, their fearless state left the 'ardboyz mindless of their own casualties. Then, the guardian jetbikes arrived to try and tip the favor towards the eldar. Jetting past the landscape, they closed to the lootas position.

The surviving eldar vehicles too closed on the lootas position, killing one. Detecting the threat presented by the newly arrived jetbikes, the lootas let loose and killed 3 of the riders. The survivors did not loose their nerve and pressed on the attack. Again, Grimfang led his nobz on a turbo-boost ride towards the fleeing eldar vehicles, positioning themselves behind the vehicles. The drawn combat between the seer council and the 'ard boyz finally came to an end as both the farseer and remaining warlock was swamped by sheer press of numbers.

The remaining guardian positioned their jetbikes to fire on the grots but failed to do any significant harm, killing just one of the weedy grot. with precision, the guardians retreated their bikes out of the lootas sight behind a pillar of rock. The eldar witch Eldrad and his accompanying dire avengers disembarked from their wave serpent even as the fir dragons from the nearby Falcon too disembarked.

With eloquent movement and grace, the Eldrad cast upon the painboy within the nobz Mind war. the overwhelming attack proved too much on the ork and he tumbled from his bike, lifeless. In a hail of fire, the dire avengers unleashed their blade storm and the fire dargons too unleashed their melta fury on the nobz. in the aftermath, several of the nobz were sporting bloody gashes, even Grimfang sported an ugly burn across his forearm.

With all eyes on the oncoming angry nobz, the lootas took aim on the idling falcon and punched through its thrusters coil, immobilizing it. With vengeance in their eyes, the nobz toasted the dire avengers, leaving the exarch alone to face the coming onslaught. Even Eldrad was not spared, but survived to continued the fight. The exarch and the wave serpent they were travelling on became history when the nobs were done.

Despite having fortuned himself, Eldrad could not possibly survived the many blows coming his way and the great seer was laid low. Silent fell on the battlefield as the remaining jetbikes retreated and the crew of the downed falcon made their way to safety across enemy ground. They've been spared, but the cost of this misadventure is too high for a race that is dying.

"Dats it??! Dats all dey 'ave? Wot panzies! grimaced Warboss grimfang as he plucked a helmeted head from one of the fallen eldar. "Oi! Bugzboltz! Get me a Transmishun to da Vile Minthras! 'an I mean Now! Souz git!" pointing at his senior Big Mek with his power klaw.


Da orks 'ave arrived on Arenxis Minoris!

Siding with the chaos forces already on planet, the ork Warboss, Grimfang Blacktoof has agreed to aid the Vile Chaos Lord Minthras to rid the planet of all imperium forces and their allies. In return, the chaos lord has promised a bounty of rare teeth as well as the chance to fight some of the Imperium's finest!

Making a crash landing on Haides continent, the ork contingent hastily prepared a shantytown from which they will strike out. This base of operations of sorts was just completed when lookouts reported shadowy silhouettes moving closer towards the ork's base.

With a hastily assembled force, Warboss Grimfang leads his boyz into their first battle on Arenxis Minoris... (Read the battle report soon)