AAR: June 22, 2013 - Outpost In Distress

An outpost on the fronteir of civilization has sent a distress signal.  One word: "Orks!"  That's enough to send in a recon unit of Space Marines.  Once they arrive, it is as they feared - all of the original occupants have been boiled alive (and eaten with a generous dash of salt).  They vow revenge and face off against the orkz who cackle with glee at the prospect of an after-dinner fight & desert.

Annihilation mission with long edges.

5x6 table. This outpost has a few buildings that used to house local law enforcement.  Now the border has been penetrated by the alien and the forces of the Empire must respond.

None of the buildings are fit to be used during this fight, as most of them are being used to "smoke up dese juicy bitz" of the guards who so recently have expired.

Orks versus Space Marines with 756 point limit.

Chainsawz Ladz: 
HQ - Big Mek (Shock attack gun, Ammo runt)
Troops - 30x Boyz (Nob with power claw)
Troops - 30x Boyz (Nob with power claw)
Elites -5x Lootaz
Heavy - 3x Lobbaz (3x ammo-runts, 6x extra crew)

"Diz ruin iz all ourz!  We wrecked it fair 'nd square!"

Dark Purifiers
HQ - Captain Drakon (Thunder Hammer)
Troops - 5x Tactical Marines (Sergeant)
Troops - 6x Scouts (Sniper rifles, Sgt. Immortus)
Elites- 5x Assault Terminators (Jump packs, Sergeant)
Heavy - Nimbus Engine

"We will ruin you, fair and square!"

The Space Marines win the initiative roll and they set up first on the blue side.

The space marines utilize what cover there is to mask their movements from xeno eyes.

The Assault Terminators, Captain Drakon, Tactical Marines, and the hulking Nimbus Engine all line up, ready to give the orks a taste of the Emperor's mercy.

The Snipers take up a position well behind the greenskins line - knowing that they will have some good times shooting the aliens in the back of their heads.

As for the Orks?  The Big Mek takes cover with his band of Lootaz - heedless of the danager that the hidden Snipers pose.

The cowardly grot set their Lobbaz well away from the front line.

Both mobz of boyz are eager to get stuck in and howl with glee at the prospect of an upcoming battle.

Both sides seem confident, but only one can claim this outpost...  Who will it be?

The Assault Terminators move into cover.  While the Captain and Tactical Marines link up behind the other tower.

The Nimbus Engine confidently stomps through the fence - heedless of the 120,000 volts that arc in the air around him.

Gunfire erupts:

• The Nimbus Engine opens the conflict with a gout of flame and cannon-fire!  A total of 6 orks from Mob2 are sent twitching to the ground.
• Tactical Squad tries to attack Mob1, but they are just out of range.
• The Snipers, however, are not.  They take careful aim and give the Lootaz and the Big Mek a surprise party.  Two Lootaz go down and the Big Mek takes a bolter round courtesy of Sgt. Immortus during the festivities.

"Sneakies!" hoots the Big Mek as he directs his team to train their stolen weapons on this unwelcome interloper.

Mob1 and Mob2 both move forward cautiously - not wanting to make themselves a target of the space marines assault.  "Yah.  Dat'z our job."

Hastily aimed and unsanitary attacks begin:

• The Big Mek unloads a score of wailing snotlings with his Shock Attack Gun as the Lootaz open up all around him.  The Snipers take 4 very messy causalities and the remainder will likely need to be checked at a clinic for infectious blood-borne plagues.
• The Lobbaz yank the lanyards of their huge bombards and send a hail of jagged shrapnel into the ranks of the Tactical Squad.  Three of the marines go down.

Seeing that the Orkz will not be lured into a the tight confines of the killing ground between the two guard-towers, the Space Marines move out - taking the fight into the teeth of the enemy!

A counter-attack ensues:

• The Snipers trades shots with the Lootaz and manage to down another of the beasts.
• The Nimbus Engine unloads a full load of firepower into Mob2 and butchers another 5 ladz.
• Tactical opens up into the howling ranks of Mob1 and kills one of the boyz and take a chunk out of the nob at the front of the unit.

Seeing the resistance of their repast as an insult, both Mobs of boyz rush forwards to "show these upstart humies wotz wot!"

Attacks are made:

• The Lootaz and the Big Mek switch targets to the frightening Assault Terminators.  Their firepower is not so effective against these armored brutes.  But a single enemy falls.
• Mob1 also shoot at the Assault Terminators and manage to render one of them unable to fight.  No one is more surprised by this unlikely event than the Orks themselves
• Lobbaz fire at the few marines left in Tactical and another fellow goes down.
• Then the ladz of Mob1 crash into the Assault Terminators.  The first two ladz are ripped to beefy chunks by lightening claws, but the rest manage to pull down two of the mighty Terminators.  This contest will continue next turn!

Aghast at the unlikely poor showing of the Assault Terminators, the Dark Purifiers quickly adjust their plan of battle.

Tactical moves to face the dwindling numbers of Mob2 and the Nimbus Engine pulls back - keeping the range open between itself and it's targets.

Mayhem follows shortly thereafter:

• The Snipers pick off another Loota.
• Tactical rapid fires into Mob2, but the orkz shrug off the attack.
• The Nimbus Engine burns more of Mob2, roasting 7 more of the foolhardy greenskins.
• The last Assault Terminator is dragged down by the sheer numbers of raging aliens.  His sacrifice will not be forgotten...

The Orkz, sensing victory, begin their howling cry of "WAAAGH!"

Both Mobz of boyz converge on the Tactical Marine and Captain that have been left exposed.

Fierce fighting continues:

• A super-charged beam of energy from one of the Lootaz deffgunz nails the last Sniper.
• The Lobbaz rain a bunch of trash on the chassis of the Nimbus Engine in an ineffectual attack. 
•  Mob1 opens fire into the ranks of Tactical and they are amazed to actually do some damage!  The last space marine falls and Captain Drakon takes a wound.
• Smelling the blood, Mob2 swarms the injured Captain and lay him low with meat tenderizers of various shapes and sizes.

The Nimbus Engine changes his angle of attack as he grimly vows vengeance for the brutal treatment of his battle-brothers.

A rage against fate echos across the battlefield:

• The Nimbus Engine send flaming death into the ranks of Mob1 and blows 7 of the fiendish Orkz away.

"Whap!  Dat iz jist not nice a'tol, is it?"

The greenskin Mobz sweep around both sides of the tower in order to out flank the nimble foe.

Clownish attempts at destruction are then witnessed:

• The Lobbaz miscalculate their aim at the huge war-machine and a stray load of nails peppers Mob2.  Doh!  Two ladz go down with a bad case of malpracticed acupuncture.  "We sue youze!"
• The Big Mek attempts to gum up the Nimbus Engine's works by teleporting some snotlings into it's inner workings, but his gun fizzes and sparks - scattering the hapless critters right off the table.

At the end of turn 4 Dark Purist concedes and the game is over!

Chainsaw Wins!  The final tally of points remaining is 100 for Dark Purist and 407 for Chainsaw.  Mork was definitely with the greenskins this day!  The Space Marines are left muttering disconsolately.

"Yah, git lost!  We gotz moar stuff ta smash!"

"The only thing that got ruined was my paint job..."