So with new pilots recruited, more piles of scrap cobbled back together as horrible travesties of wheeled vehicles, and blue skins flocking to the glorious banner of the Greater Good, we returned once again to the crucible of war for a second day of gaming in the Sacramento Sector.
The traditional post battle snap shot for the folks back home.
Game Four: The Greater Infestation
We woke bright and early, coffee mug in one hand and shoota/pulse rifle in the other, only to see what appeared to be a gene stealer cult right in the middle of our beloved Greater Good. Some of the orks thought the tyranids had mutated their wings into a mockery of our revered red and yellow battle flag, but this proved an optical illusion. Their wings were merely painted orange as tribute to the usual tau camo scheme. (Orks aren’t especially known for their keen eyesight.) Our fourth game of the tournament was against a team of tau and tyranids.
The early stages of the battle saw three groups of gene stealers advancing on the three objectives in the middle of the board, one in each sector. The bugs made an early surge into our center, trying to annihilate our tau (otherwise known as “the good tau”), but we were able to put them back with ork mortar fire and the timely arrival of both our aircraft, who annihilated a hive tyrant poised upon inflicting devastation.
This threat parried we went on the attack. The nobz, led by my mighty warboss in his custom suit of mega-armor incorporating a void shield (lucky stikk, actually) proved an irresistible force against everything that was thrown at him. Anything he wasn’t irresistible against, he parried by using a nearby nob as a meat shield. Before long he was in the traitor tau lines re-educating them with his power klaw.
My partner and I each received a special dice bag!
Meanwhile, the boyz were doing good work on the other side of the battle suppressing a huge flock of gargoyles. The good tau were providing fire support everywhere, and things were looking as they should. The one thorn in our side was the few remaining gene stealers hiding behind tall rock pillars near each objective. The early accuracy of our mortars gave way to goblins gone wild, who couldn’t hit water if they fell out of a boat to quote the immortal Tommy Lasorda. Despite our dominance of the battlefield, those few, cowering bugs proved our undoing.
With time running out, the stealers made a sudden dash and pounced upon the objectives. We did our best to eliminate them or at least drive them back, but it was not to be. It is some time since the tournament that I am writing this, but I believe only one stealer was left on the objective and this was enough when we calculated things that Hive Fleet Tau won by one victory point.
Naturally, no pictures of this battle can be released because of the political ramifications within our Empire if news of Tau cooperating with tyranids were to get out. In any case, I think their Shadow of the Warp affected my cell phone camera, because all of the pictures were even blurrier than usual.
Game Five: Blue Harleys Run Amok
This battle featured Eldar allied with an army of space marine bikers. Despite the blue paint, I think they were White Scars, but writing this as I am a couple of months after the event who knows? Either, way I believe this team either won the entire event or placed highly, but I’m not entirely sure.
Blue beakies getting some pay back.
I think this would have been a bit of a blood bath not in our favor if the marine reserves had actually come on in a timely fashion. Instead the showed up in dribs and drabs, and in a couple of cases we were able to eliminate marines as they were arriving at the battle. Even so, their wraith knight did a good job, anchoring the middle of the battle for them, trading fire for most of the game with our riptide. A lone nob with a power klaw did manage to cause the giant elf construct some problems and almost finished it off until their warlord zoomed over on his jet bike and lent it a hand. As usual we didn’t really have an answer against the ubiquitous wave serpent.
Despite the reserve snafu, which kept the game close, in the end we again lost a very close game. At the end of the battle, with both sides depleted, they remained a more mobile army than we and were able to place themselves where they need to be in order to win. Still, we made a good effort against a very powerful team and I think my boyz managed to grab a couple of scrap bikes as well as blue helmets, which are much in demand with my forces as trukk radiator caps.
Game Six: “Hold until Relieved.”
Elf Guard on the move.
Our final game of the tournament was against Eldar allied with Imperial Guard. Although the battlefield didn’t have a lot of terrain on it, it did have several very tall towers. The battle raged around these towers, which served well to block line of sight and as fire platforms.
The initial tone of the battle had the orks closing the distance against an enemy, who held their positions and punished the greenskin advance. My partner focused on providing fire support and grabbing objectives. Our opponent’s devastator did good work blowing up ork vehicles before it fell to a nob with a giant can opener.
Most of the battle took place on our opponents’ side of the board with humans and elves alike trying to beat back the orks. They were largely unsuccessful in this, due mainly to horrible shooting on the part of the guard and truth to tell the warboss in his void shield mega-armor was all but unstoppable, if painfully slow.
Still, the enemy did have a late game trick up their sleeve. A squad of storm troopers deep struck behind our lines next to the fire warriors, who were keeping their heads down and defending an objective. Further, the elf warlord on a jet bike, who had a nasty habit of repeatedly turning up in our battles over the past two days, made a last minute objective grab, nullifying the objective our riptide had defended the whole game.
So, despite the untouchable warboss leading his ravening horde of nobz, our irresistible guardian riptide, our air force and many other glory boys, it all came down to a single fire warrior. He was the last, heroic survivor of his squad, who after the dust cleared was still holding the objective.
We won the game by a single point.
So we were 2-4, winning the first and last games, getting crushed in one and having extremely close games in the other cases. Both Ethereal Mark and myself were pleased with our showing and decided we had indeed brought the light of the Greater Good to the Sacramento Sector as planned.
There were many awards given out, for painting, best generalmanship of course, and sportsmanship. We were very happy to again win a second place sportsmanship award. A munificent award indeed, consisting as it did of the approbation of our dread enemies, as well as commemorative certificates and dice pouches. We also split a nice gift certificate from Great Escape Games, which we used to bolster our ranks with some meganobz!
Back of the dice pouches we received.
All in all it was a well run tournament and a lot of fun. The TO Mark B. obviously put a lot of thought into his event, and both he and his volunteer staff worked hard to make their event memorable and fun. I’m looking forward to participating in the first event of the 2015 Twin Linked Tournament season on March 1st, again, in the Sacramento Sector. This time I’ll be on the look out for those perfidious gene stealers, and sneaky White Scars trying to fool people into thinking they are Ultramarines just minding their own business!