Hi guys I will be sharing some narrative battle reports as I play games. These are shared with my local group and were intended as a humourous review of my failures to win any games!
Without further ado:
400pts Tau (breacher, strike team and commander) vs necrons (2x warriors and Lord)
Shas El Mipp’ie leapt from the troop bay of the orca, his dutiful marker drone chirping and dropping out the sky behind him. As he dropped he surveyed the industrial zone below him, the Gue’la way of building was ugly with blocky structures and smog belching from every chimney, making visibility poor. It was a good thing that the Tau’va had come to remove the Gue’la taint from this world. Mipp’ie had been redirected to this sector due to reports that work crews had not reported back in and hundreds of autonomous drones had gone missing, fearing insurgency activities from some remnants of the Gue’la forces high command had dispatched a local force of firewarriors to investigate along with Mipp’ie to provide guidance and support as necessary.
Mipp’ie flared his jump pack to arrest his descent before touching down with consummate skill, he quickly summoned the two Shas’ui from the strike team and breacher team in the area of operations.
“What information do we have Shas?”
“No information at this time honoured Shas’el” replied the breacher team shas’ui “my team may not be a path finder unit but we have our TY7 and are ready to act as a scout element”
Mipp’ie looked at the shas, breacher team leaders were always so eager to be at the forefront of conflict and face their foes face to face it made him wonder whether the old ways of war would ever return “Thank you shas’ui…”
“Burok” replied the shas
“Thank you shas’ui Burok, mount up and sweep ahead of the force, if there are Gue’la out there I want them found, when you”
“Shas’el!” Mipp’ie frowned at the lack of respect and protocol and looked over at the strike team shas
“What? What is that?” Mipp’ie looked up to see an ominous green glow growing in the distant haze.
“Cancel my last instruction, Burok take your team left, sweep through the ruins and outflank whatever that is” flicking his suits head in the direction of the glow, Burok saluted and jogged back to his transport “Shas’ui” Mipp’ie said turning to the strike team leader, who's name he hadn’t bothered to ask “I have an Orca orbiting, it has DS8 support turrets and I have given deployment authorisation to you, take your team and secure our right, we shall hold the line”
The Shas’ui nodded and started giving clipped orders to his team.
Mipp’ie called up the status of his plasma rifle, shield generator and marker drone companion, all were green and operating at peak efficiency, as always, and prepared to wait and confront whatever foulness the Gue’la had concocted. As he formed this thought the first neon green beams came slashing out of the haze, lashing around the strike team, one of their members was hit and his armour and flesh was literally flayed from his body in one horrific second, as this happened his drone gave a chirp that it had targets and he instantly gave the order to paint the target.
They were roughly humanoid but were approaching with a stiff jerky gait, he aimed his plasma rifle at the first and waited for it to present a clear target. When it did he was so shocked he missed his first instinctive shot, the enemy were metallic skeletons! The second shot was more composed and hit his target in its face, dropping the construct to the ground where it then disappeared with a flash. A support turret dropped from the circling orca, as the strike team opened fire with practised efficiency, felling a number of the constructs, Mipp’ie let out a grim smile that promptly vanished as the machines repaired the damage and stood straight back up.
On the left Burok felt the Devlifish jink as it wove between the neon green beams, and heard the burst cannon and gun drones open fire, chattering out hundreds of rounds, most of which splashed harmlessly off the metallic hides of their targets, the ones that did fall got back up again, all signs of damage gone. His team were watching the same camera feed as he was with grim and silent resolve, they knew what was coming
“Prepare for disembark and close assault” The Devilfish slewed to a halt and the side hatch popped open, with fire sleeting all round them Burok and his team leapt out, their Pulse blasters pumping, each shot putting an enemy down for good.
Burok and his team continued to push forward into the enemy’s metallic teeth pumping out round after round. With a deafening crash their transport was brought down, the pilots unable to pull out and regain altitude following the rapid deployment. With a growl Burok pushed forward closing the gap and punishing the enemy until each of the metallic monstrosities had been put down.
The strike team continued to pump round after round into their target, to little or no effect, more and more members dropping with horrifying screams. Mipp’ie boosted forward to close the range and increase his rate of fire, but with a shocking burst of speed the enemy swerved and charged at him before he could counter, a last desperate volley from the strike team and his weapons proved ineffective and the enemy closed. His dutiful marker drone buzzed forward to intercept the foe but with an unexpected swiftness they all evaded and then clubbed the machine down.
Mipp’ie was left facing a monstrous enemy, looking at him with benign intelligence. Mipp’ie jetted forward to land a punishing kick with his suit, however the impact was like kicking rock. The thing, let out a rattling laugh “DIE” it whispered and swung its staff, scything through Mipp’ie’s suit from shoulder to hip, just avoiding the firecaste leader in his cocoon within the suit.
The Suit’s failsafe system kicked in and the remains of the cocoon were explosively ejected and retro rockets boosted it out of the battlespace to the waiting Orca with the unconscious Shas’el inside.
The strike team continued to back away firing round after round as the abominations closed in for the final kill. Burok heard the screams over the squad net and was double timing his unit to get back into the fight as the enemies came round the corner of the building ahead, his squad stopped and started firing. The large creature with the staff came round the corner, seemed to grin and started running towards Burok’s team. Even their weapons, so brutally effective against the foot soldiers, had no discernible effect on this monster, as he closed the distance. The staff started to swing and tau started dying again.
The Guardian Drone attached to the late Burok’s breacher team registered the death of the Shas’ui and it’s emergency protocols kicked in, boosting up and away from the enemy, jinking through the air to avoid the flickers of fire it headed towards the nearest command and control hub – the Tau’va need to know what happened here, and need to be prepared for next time.