Last nights Project Z game. Greg’s band of survivors were trying to breakthrough my survivor group and get their scavenged supplies home whilst being chased by a zombie horde. By game's end Greg managed to escape with 4 of the 5 supply tokens although he lost 3 of his group, killing 2 of mine in the process. Great gameNo real zombies were harmed in the playing of this game.
The British (me) had one job, stop the French from escaping and sailing off into the distance.
Let's just say, I need to improve my navigational skills, because I made a bit of a mess at deploying correctly as the ships closed up for battle!!
It was a close run thing, but Colin Smith managed to break through, leaving two of my ships bereft of most of their masts and rigging, so a hot pursuit was out of the question.
Necromunda at SWS tonight. The local enforcer precinct received a "tip off" regarding eschers in the area dealing in illegal chems/stims, and dispatched a patrol to investigate. The 2 sides faced off down an empty street, with locals running for cover. Pressure mounted as the 2 sides faced off, neither wanting to start something they couldn't finish -the escher not wanting to draw the wrath of the imperial house, and equally the patrol all too aware that the hivers outnumber them. The enforcer training paid off however, with the Escher matriarch cracking first and opening the salvo, daunted no doubt by the grim visage of the enforcers helmets and assault shields. The enforcers couldn't capitalise on the advantage, however, with the quicker eschers taking g control of the situation. The patrolman with the grenade launcher was dispatched with a power sword, causing panic in the patrol, and a mass failing of cool tests despite a bolt gun armed patrol man having just blown a hole in an escher ganger with his enforcer boltgun. Result = a win to the eschers. Girl power . Thanks Matt for the game.
Matt's report:
A short bit of action boiled up in the Underhive this evening. A section of the local Palatine patrol was confronted by a group of Eschers while conducting a routine patrol. The patrolman and there sergeant tried to descalate the sisters but to no avail. Plasma screamed out from the leaders Pistol and she leapt on him a powersword slicing through his layered Flak Armour. The Patrol Sergeant was sprawled across the street clutching his intestines. A bolt of plasma from a Plasma Gun flew over the heads of two of the patrol searing a hole in the wall a short distance from there heads. A spew a gas filled one side of the street as one Subjugator charged into the chem thrower weilding sister but only succeeded in knocking her back with his shield. Another attempted to apprehend the Escher Queen for assaulting a government representative but received a Power Sword blow to the Jaw for his troubles. The fourth patrolman reacted quickly with a burst of his boltgun blowing chunks out of the abdomen from a Sister after she shot wild with a single beam from her lasgun. This sudden and uncalled for violence was enough for the Patrolman who quickly withdraw dragging there wounded with them. Thank you for the Game James.
Game last night small affair, 32 fig inf btns x 5 each, 12 fig cavalry units x 4, plus two 2 gun batteries. Rules used were Honours of War. I lost to Tym using my French, to Tym’s Brandenburgs. Rules were fine, I will play them again. Enjoy the pics.
Mission: Learning the rules for May's Partizan event where SWS are fielding a 14 x 4 table. We confined ourselves to a 6 x 4 and just 1500 points each for openers. Space Marines versus Solar Auxilia, or Iron Warriors vs Cthonian Headhunters to be precise. Nick's opening gambit was to deepstrike a bunch of terminators behind a recce detachment of Cthonian Sentinel walkers that had yet to move further forward. The Sentinels turned and responded with a withering blast of multi-laser and rockets, cutting down half the terminators. However, having passed their morale check, Nick elected to charge the now depleted ( and somewhat pissed) terminators in for a flurry of close combat fisticuffs. Being a mere squishy human inside a lightweight tin can on stilts, the Sentinels predictably perished leaving a nasty stain on the mousepad. Other highlights included Nick's air support flattening my aerial contingent ( and many tanks) courtesy of its extra 2inch of missile range Who knew? Clearly not the Cthonian commander.
In summary the Cthonians were routed by the end of turn 2! Many thanks to Nick for the gentle, considerate and fully inclusive lesson in unmitigated slaughter - but what else should we expect from the Iron Warriors? Perhaps all those hazard stripes should have been a clue.