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| The Renegades Turn To the
Orks |
"This battle is nearing it's completion, send the remaining Berserkers against
the Orks, we need more skulls for the Skull Throne", cackled the Champion of the
Renegades. "More death, more destruction, this battlefield will be lit aflame
and it will consume everyone and everything in it!!" And with that, the
Renegade forces began moving towards the central battle line, eager to get to
grips with the Ork Warband. Now that they had killed almost all the Imperial
resistance on the left flank, they needed more to kill and the greenskins would
be taken completely unaware.
Tearing into the
Ork battleline, the Renegades had their chain axes and swords revving at full tilt, the motors screaming to vomit the blood and entrails stuck in their teeth. But the Orks were not caught as flat footed as the renegades had hoped.
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| Renegade vs. Ork who will
win? |
"WAAAAGGHHHHHH!!!!!" The thunderous cry of the remaining Ork
warband drove them into an even higher sense of frenzy and battle lust that they
were in previously. The doubled their efforts to come to grip with the foes
within bastion, and to fuel their battle lust even further, the renegades had
crashed into their flank as well, but the Orks are made for war, they are born
sorely to kill and to slaughter, to revel in the massacre of combat. They took
the Renegades with increased vigour, their choppas and sluggas turning the
renegades to broken and mangled corpses.
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| The Techmarine defeats the
Demons |
"Captain, the
renegades have engaged the Orks. It would appear that the western side of the
bastion is a bloody struggle for control. Your orders?" "Have the remaining
Thunderfire engage the renegades, hopefully the Orks will fall to collateral
damage. Tactical squads collapse inward and prepare to support the remaining
section of the gatehouse. Devastator squad you must hold against all odds. We
cannot afford to falter. The Emperor Protects!!" "Scouts it falls to you to
hold clear the path of extraction. Should we need to re-group it will be on
your position"
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| Scouts Prepare a Fallback Route
for Extraction |
The battle was nearing its conclusion,
the Gatehouse was beginning to fall, but the communications tower was still
functional. They had lost the anti-air station and the landing pad to the
renegade forces. As if things were not bad enough, the Demon Prince was running
rampant throughout the bastion, making a beeline for the Communications centre.
The only asset left in his way was the Space Wolf tank and the Runepriest and
his retinue inside. His right flank was all but neutered thanks to the
intervention and continuous psychic onslaught of the Night Lord sorcerer, his
power now unchecked with the loss of the Librarian.
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| The Terminators cannot overcome
the Sorceror's power |
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| The Thousand Sons cut off
retreat |
"Colonel, your orders?" The staff sergeant
was bloody and beaten, his unit desperately snapping off shots of their lasguns
at the advancing enemy. "Reroute the tanks to the left flank. With the
Renegades engaging the Orks, we might be able to get a good shot and decimating
both of their numbers with a bit of luck." The sergeant snapped a salute and
began relaying the orders to his voxcaster. With a loud smash, the command
centre gave a tired groan as yet another bastion wall must have fallen to the
Orks. "Those big ones are becoming a nuisance, order the remaining fire teams
to take them down, alert the entrenched to fix bayonets! We'll take the fight
to them and show them what the defenders of CH22 are made of!!!"
"Stomp
da gitz inta tha dirt!! We's gonna have this whole place in a pile of slag
soon. Dis is one fer da Orks!!!" The Big Mek was chewing on what can only be
construed as some kind of cigar. As far as he was concerned they were the only
ones capable of winning of the battle at this stage, despite losing their
Warboss to the Ravens. They made them pay, they would make them all pay one way
or another and at the end there'd be some nice new shiny bits to add to his
wagons!
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| The Imperial Guard end the Ork
Nob menace |
"My Lord, firing lanes are near impossible
to gain against the Space Wolf tank." "ARGH! I will not leave this wretched
dust pile empty handed. We MUST destroy it and loot the proverbial carcass that
remains!! What of the Ork carrier, it must surely possess something of value to
us and it has exposed its underbelly to us. Havocs!! Divert your fire to the
Ork aircraft carrier. If the Space Wolf tank is not an option, perhaps we can
bring it down instead." Missiles streaking through the air, the all deflected
harmlessly off the shield generated by the Big Mek on board. I will continue to
keep these pathetic Brothers of ours at bay. Without their precious Librarian,
they are
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| Techmarine Gudrun repairs the
Venerable Plasma Cannon |
powerless to stop me." The
Night Lord Sorcerer's unleashed another torrent of psychic power towards the
Raven Guard Terminators and the Space Wolf Long Fangs. Neither could gain any
purchase or claim any forward momentum, so long as he could continuously lash
them away from him. The Long Fangs were beginning to cause issue, as their
heavy rate of fire was beginning to take it's toll on his retinue. No matter,
as soon as his tainted brethren were able to destroy the Ork carrier, they would
loot what they could and leave this forsaken rock, before the Renegades could
enact whatever foul plans were running through their one track minds.
This is part 4 to an apocalypse game played between 6 players, written as a
narrative to both make it easier to document and enhance the overall feel of the
battle. The rest will be broken into 5 chapters, 1 per game turn and will
include all the pictures of the battle as well. Enjoy it, we certainly did. -
Scribed, written and embelished by my friend dmielken and posted originally on
his blog Stalking Among Shadows
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