Battle Report

The attackers got first turn, and it started to get ugly fast. Fortunately for the Konvitkz, the lazy zoggin' oilers had actually done their job, and hidden mine fields started claiming casualties fast, not that it slowed them down that much.







But these zogger weren't dealing with any old ork, but Warboss Bob of the Killa Konviktz! Having spent a lot of time with those weedy Blud Axes as a boy, Bob knew a thing or two of kunning tactikz. That transporter worked for both sides you see, and Bob ordered the immedate withdrawal of all ork units on the far table that could; they might want a Konviktz sandwich, but Bob was aimin' to make sure it wasn't too filling. Both demolishers and slugga boy mobz vacated the area, leaving just some grots, burna boyz, a gargant, stompa, a rhino, and three russes behind.




The konviktz grots, being Konvikt grots, immediately charged forward, and began to eat dark panzee death. But, with smiles on their faces.




the grots got assaulted, of course, but managed to hold on for a turn or two. Archon, smarchon.




The turns advanced, with the gargants and stompas getting pounded. Goobaz extra armor plates really paid off, as russes and supa' eavies alike started richocheting las cannon rounds off of their sturdy construction. Still, the incoming fire was taking its toll.

Bob barked a comand into the radio, spittle drenching the grot controlling the device, and with a shreeek the defsquadron arrived. Two fighta bombaz ripped over the battle field, and immedately destroyed a DE ravager and a rhino packed with sisters, forcing more than a few ripped pantyhose as the passangers bailed out. A small meteor plummeted from the sky, and an orki drop pod full of green goodness crashed violently behind the imperial lines, and the tankbustaz within clambored out. rokkits rose up on lazy corkskrews, and two of them (even with 3 ammo runts) actually managed to hit an imperial superheavy, slowing it down and stunning a gun crew.




Their shout of success was short lived, however, as the imperial retaliation for that action was quite definitive.

The center of that table was falling fast, and the burna boyz not only managed to hold off one assault, but get tied up in a second before subcoming to the faster dark panzee. There was a groan across the battlefield that created sysmic tremors, as first the stompa, and than the gargant, both slowly crashed to earth, their wreckage creating artificial hills and dust plumes leagues in size.




and the attacking forces continued their march forward.





With the outlaying table collapsed, things started to heat up on the main objective. A vindicar popped up, and put a super duper anti-armor round into the rear of one of the bassies - Full pen! Or so he thought. Can you imagine how shagrinned he was to watch it bounce off of a hastely welded piece of corregated steel! I think the shock was too much for him, as he couldn't even dodge the slugga fire from a near by mob.

So those mobs came from the other table, and spread out in an anti-drop pod formation.





The center, black, unpainted derrick was the primary objective. Knowing things were coming in fast and furious in just moments, the looted rigs that could backed their back ends up for cover.





you can almost hear the "beep, beep, beep" as the wrecka backed into position.





another mob of tankbustas manned the walls behind the twin Kr00za towers.





and than the waiting game began.

back on the other table, units were moving as quickly as possible to get to the teleporter.





The fighta bommas continued to scream overhead, this time ripping the heart out of a loaded ultramarine rhino. The attackers had enough though, and all three ork aircraft, including the newly arrived bomma, were shot summarily out of the sky.





Sisters with runs in their hose.





drop pods landed near the teleporter, and it was quickly captured.




The dark panzee were the first though the tunnels, and popped up to cause havoc. Fortunately, the DE curse held, and their shooting resulting in miminal damage. For the rest of the game, DE forces would appear, cause a little damage, and than not surive the next turn as the Konviktz turned on them. These poor ladies were unfortuanate to pop up next to a buiding full of scarboyz; bored scarboyz at that. The ladies did a fair amount of damage, but in the scarboyz survived until the end (under 50% though).




The chimera with a hull heavy flamer and turret flamer (out of sight) was particularily effective in this builidng.







The ultrasmurf mega skimmer showed up, barely making it onto the table witha bad deepstrike roll. unable to shoot the turn it came in on, Gooba turned the mekboy 'gant around, and shredded it's fields and structure points, leaving just one left.




All sorts of fun things popped in, like this dread who survived a turn before a full mob of sluggaz pulled it down.




You'll notice the mekboy 'gant turned around, and the scarz whoopin' up on witchies in this shot.

Back to the front of the wall, the warhound titan showed up, but now had to face real opposition, in the manner of lil'kr00za, and the looted stormsword.




as the turns moved on, more and more units dropped in, until the objective area looked more and more like a parking lot. Fortunately, the two demolishers, hellhound, and large mobs helped remove these threats from game play.

in the top of this shot, you can see a black rhino, loaded with sisters, being surrounded. No where to get out....none survived.







The game master (Zorbag) did a good job at "spicing" things up, and keeping things tense. We were down to the last turn, and he allowed the necron player, who simply couldn't reach the teleporter in time, to deep strike anywhere on the objective. Lets just say having all these tin'eadz show up at the last moment was not welcomed, and made for a fair amount of stress.




fortunately, having effigies of Gork and Mork on the field undoubtedly helped, as when the gauss shot ceased, the damage, though severe, was not enough to shift the battle.




The attackers all had their last turns, but in the end, the Konviktz held. Due in no little part to Mork's grace, and the fact that they all turned upon themselves in the end; Dark panzee and SoB forces started shooting each other as well as the beakie forces arranged. Even the Black Templars turned on their Ultramarine brethern, more concerned about getting their sorry behinds off planet than any kind of "codex".

The aftermath. I didn't take my last turn, as it wouldn't have mattered to the outcome. I still had 11 scoring units within the objective range.













suuupa lifta droppa, meet warhound.

 

Really. Are they that fleet of foot?




gooba stylin' in the mekboy gargant. I swear he'z palmin' the wheel, smiling at how well his mk III corregated armor plates worked.




Waaaargh! I'z da king o' Medoooza. Now letz get da zoggin' 'ell out of here!!!




There was a loud snap, as the ork force field clamped shut around the area, gathering up boy, tank, trukk, and gargant equally. Goobaz mekanikal eye glowed with an inner fire as he watched beakie boyz, tin'eadz, and they're rigs get cut in half as the force field closed, the energy field too powerful for even their advanced personal armor. As the field accelerated, first slowly but increasing as Medusa IV's gravitational pull lessoned, Gooba glanced over to the other Gargant, where Bob was laughing, tossing available grots against the field wall. He'd snatch one, and give it might 'eave, and roar with enjoyment as it fell and fell, only to explode in a bright green flash of energy. Beneath the field, the warp storm was quickly covering the planet, it's sinister flashes of color an odd contrast to the remaining smoke choked atmosphere. The energy field was moving with tremendous speed, and as it approached the mishhapen bulk of the space hulk, Gooba was almost certain there was a 'oomie battleship nearby, but forgot about it, as there were no signs of combat.

With a flash, the energy dissapaited, and the boyz looked around, saftely deep inside the 'ulk. Gooba climbed down from the Gargant,, grunting orders to mekboyz and oilerz alike, the latter accompanied with a sharp kick. Activity in the hold increased, and gunfire echoed, as the few imperial or panzee survivors were finished off. As he moved out of the hold, a large bulk shifted from the shadows, it's size accompanied by a strange assortment of clicks and buzzing. Standing in front of the Konviktz big mek, a mechanical voice issued just one word.
"Gooba"

"Oi, Nazdreg. Figgured you werze gonnaz!"