Interesting match this time, two drastically different guard armies with very different styles of play.
Alex (Rooster)
Imperial Guard Infantry Gunline
VS
Myself
Imperial Guard Elysian Drop Troops
Basic Lists
-Alex's List
PCS
Infantry Platoon w/ 5 Infantry Squads grouped into two large blobs
6+ Autocannons
Plasma Veterans in a Chimera
-My List
Deepstriking Infantry Platoon, (PCS, 2 Infantry Squads w/ Demo Charges/Plasma, Plas/Demo SW Team, and two Drop Sentinels)
Tauros Venator with Twin Lascannons
Stormtroopers with Meltaguns
Mission:
In a confusing battle, both sides have managed to capture the other sides' leader, and must try to liberate their own leader from the enemy in a desperate, grim version of the game Capture the Flag.
Battle Report
After the marginal success against the Traitor Marines, the 228th Elysians garrisoned on Grassy Planet 573a were ordered to recon the meager terrain for any other signs of traitorous activity or intent, and quash it before it could snowball into a larger threat. Another small, elite patrol was organized, including a squad of the Battalion's veteran storm troopers. The Lord General was well aware that their expertise in forward observance and stealth would deem them best scouting ahead of the main force, as the Valkyries were circling far overhead, waiting for an opportunity to drop their human payload upon the heads of any traitors turned up in the wilderness.
The Stormtroopers' first assignment was to investigate reports that the GP573a PDF had lost contact with a Heavy Weapons detachment not far from where the Traitor Marines had first been encountered. A Tauros Venator Fast Attack Vehicle was dispatched with the Troopers on their scouting mission, as it had the long-range vox-equipment necessary to radio back to the firebase for reinforcements.
Thunderbolt flyovers revealed a small concentration of unidentified troops amassing in a ruined township, with a derelict Administratum building as well as an old Skyshield landing pad that had obviously seen better days. Command voxed the storm troopers with their orders to recon the area as the Venator moved to circumvent the village in an attempt to outflank.
Peering over a ridge from the flanks of the infantry's position, the stormtroopers were able to confirm that these were in fact the missing Heavy Troopers, and they were indeed tainted by the Traitorous forces encountered earlier. The formerly grey armor of the infantry was marred with crimson, most likely affiliating them with the Legion of Traitor Astartes that were spearheading the attack on the colony; Word Bearers. As if this wasn't startling enough, they had a large amount of firepower and were organized in a defensible position. They were not aware of the Elysians' presence, so the element of surprise was on the loyalists' side for now.
The stormtroopers sprinted from cover and unleashed a torrent of fire upon the nearest battery of Autocannon gunners, who looked like they had nothing better to do than smoke lho-sticks and tear pages from their Uplifting Primers. They fell like wheat before an eviscerator, smoking craters in chests and heads missing from their shoulders. A few thrown krak grenades made sure that the weapons were of no use to the many enemy soldiers suddenly spurred into action. As las-fire lanced into their positions, the troopers dug into the wreckage of a downed sub-atmospheric craft. They knew they were going to draw the majority of the fire as the rest of their patrol was called in from low-orbit.
The Venator FAV arrived and attempted to engage another of the enemy's autocannon batteries, but the gunner noticed something peculiar... a group of PDF troopers still in the colors of the loyalists were spotted dragging a body through the thick brush, and upon closer inspection, they had in their clutches the enemy's unconscious force commander. This momentary distraction cost the lives of the FAV's crew as a torrent of autocannon shells ripped it asunder, as the loyalist PDF scrambled for cover.
As the stormtroopers continued to find dirt to eat as they sought shelter from the massed enemy lasfire, a roar of engines sounded overhead and the 228th's patrol arrived by grav-chute, almost on top of their enemy's' heads. Commissar Bain, whose Grav-Chute malfunctioned, managed to get himself captured as he landed amidst the enemy. His rescue was now the imperative of this mission, which seemed doomed from the beginning.
Two Drop Sentinels landed with a mixture of jet wash and a small tremor as their metal frames landed hard onto the earth in front of the infantry. Three separate squads landed amongst them, quickly unlatching their grav-chutes and firing from the hip as they sought to assault the Traitors' position in the Administratum building. Demo-charges flew from hands, plasma-guns' coughed their incandescent death, but the cover proved too heavy for such a small, elite force to handle without heavy weapons. When voxed, the Elysians' Valkyrie and Thunderbolt support were unable to provide close support due to the amount of heavy firepower the enemy was unleashing. Apparently, the men of Elysia were expendable, but the flying machines of the Navy were not.
The Sentinels' light, mobile patterns were no match for the heavy autocannon shells which rendered them into flaming, perforated, and twisted wrecks of unrecognizable metal. Unforunately, the Elysians were unprepared for the amount of firepower and the amount heavy cover that the enemy had brought to bear. Seeing this, the infantry retreated, only to be chased down and marauded by a hidden Chimera which roared to life as soon as the Elysians broke. This APC eventually rounded upon the remaining loyalist PDF members who were attempting to escape with their prisoner, slaughtering them to a man.
There were no survivors. The fate of Commissar Bain is unknown. Tactica Command stoically ordered a promethium and high explosive bombing run by a wing of Navy Maurader Bombers to decimate the enemy PDFs' fixed positions. This had an additional motive, erase all memory and evidence of this tactical blunder from the regiment's history.
Alex (Rooster)
Imperial Guard Infantry Gunline
VS
Myself
Imperial Guard Elysian Drop Troops
Basic Lists
-Alex's List
PCS
Infantry Platoon w/ 5 Infantry Squads grouped into two large blobs
6+ Autocannons
Plasma Veterans in a Chimera
-My List
Deepstriking Infantry Platoon, (PCS, 2 Infantry Squads w/ Demo Charges/Plasma, Plas/Demo SW Team, and two Drop Sentinels)
Tauros Venator with Twin Lascannons
Stormtroopers with Meltaguns
Mission:
In a confusing battle, both sides have managed to capture the other sides' leader, and must try to liberate their own leader from the enemy in a desperate, grim version of the game Capture the Flag.
Battle Report
After the marginal success against the Traitor Marines, the 228th Elysians garrisoned on Grassy Planet 573a were ordered to recon the meager terrain for any other signs of traitorous activity or intent, and quash it before it could snowball into a larger threat. Another small, elite patrol was organized, including a squad of the Battalion's veteran storm troopers. The Lord General was well aware that their expertise in forward observance and stealth would deem them best scouting ahead of the main force, as the Valkyries were circling far overhead, waiting for an opportunity to drop their human payload upon the heads of any traitors turned up in the wilderness.
The Stormtroopers' first assignment was to investigate reports that the GP573a PDF had lost contact with a Heavy Weapons detachment not far from where the Traitor Marines had first been encountered. A Tauros Venator Fast Attack Vehicle was dispatched with the Troopers on their scouting mission, as it had the long-range vox-equipment necessary to radio back to the firebase for reinforcements.
Thunderbolt flyovers revealed a small concentration of unidentified troops amassing in a ruined township, with a derelict Administratum building as well as an old Skyshield landing pad that had obviously seen better days. Command voxed the storm troopers with their orders to recon the area as the Venator moved to circumvent the village in an attempt to outflank.
Peering over a ridge from the flanks of the infantry's position, the stormtroopers were able to confirm that these were in fact the missing Heavy Troopers, and they were indeed tainted by the Traitorous forces encountered earlier. The formerly grey armor of the infantry was marred with crimson, most likely affiliating them with the Legion of Traitor Astartes that were spearheading the attack on the colony; Word Bearers. As if this wasn't startling enough, they had a large amount of firepower and were organized in a defensible position. They were not aware of the Elysians' presence, so the element of surprise was on the loyalists' side for now.
The stormtroopers sprinted from cover and unleashed a torrent of fire upon the nearest battery of Autocannon gunners, who looked like they had nothing better to do than smoke lho-sticks and tear pages from their Uplifting Primers. They fell like wheat before an eviscerator, smoking craters in chests and heads missing from their shoulders. A few thrown krak grenades made sure that the weapons were of no use to the many enemy soldiers suddenly spurred into action. As las-fire lanced into their positions, the troopers dug into the wreckage of a downed sub-atmospheric craft. They knew they were going to draw the majority of the fire as the rest of their patrol was called in from low-orbit.
The Venator FAV arrived and attempted to engage another of the enemy's autocannon batteries, but the gunner noticed something peculiar... a group of PDF troopers still in the colors of the loyalists were spotted dragging a body through the thick brush, and upon closer inspection, they had in their clutches the enemy's unconscious force commander. This momentary distraction cost the lives of the FAV's crew as a torrent of autocannon shells ripped it asunder, as the loyalist PDF scrambled for cover.
As the stormtroopers continued to find dirt to eat as they sought shelter from the massed enemy lasfire, a roar of engines sounded overhead and the 228th's patrol arrived by grav-chute, almost on top of their enemy's' heads. Commissar Bain, whose Grav-Chute malfunctioned, managed to get himself captured as he landed amidst the enemy. His rescue was now the imperative of this mission, which seemed doomed from the beginning.
Two Drop Sentinels landed with a mixture of jet wash and a small tremor as their metal frames landed hard onto the earth in front of the infantry. Three separate squads landed amongst them, quickly unlatching their grav-chutes and firing from the hip as they sought to assault the Traitors' position in the Administratum building. Demo-charges flew from hands, plasma-guns' coughed their incandescent death, but the cover proved too heavy for such a small, elite force to handle without heavy weapons. When voxed, the Elysians' Valkyrie and Thunderbolt support were unable to provide close support due to the amount of heavy firepower the enemy was unleashing. Apparently, the men of Elysia were expendable, but the flying machines of the Navy were not.
The Sentinels' light, mobile patterns were no match for the heavy autocannon shells which rendered them into flaming, perforated, and twisted wrecks of unrecognizable metal. Unforunately, the Elysians were unprepared for the amount of firepower and the amount heavy cover that the enemy had brought to bear. Seeing this, the infantry retreated, only to be chased down and marauded by a hidden Chimera which roared to life as soon as the Elysians broke. This APC eventually rounded upon the remaining loyalist PDF members who were attempting to escape with their prisoner, slaughtering them to a man.
There were no survivors. The fate of Commissar Bain is unknown. Tactica Command stoically ordered a promethium and high explosive bombing run by a wing of Navy Maurader Bombers to decimate the enemy PDFs' fixed positions. This had an additional motive, erase all memory and evidence of this tactical blunder from the regiment's history.
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Another Grim Dark day ends as the Imperium's war machine grinds on...
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