Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Imperial Guard: 5 pts (3 pts terrain, 1 pt loss, 1 pt fluff)
Necrons: 5 pts (1 pt loss, 1 pt fluff, 3 pts terrain)
Tyranid: 4 pts (3 pts win, 1 pt fluff)
This post is to track the score for the month and is not final until the end of the month. This post will be updated as December's scores accumulate. At the end of each month, the points total will be added to the "Current Score" on the right hand side of the page.
Captain Othniel once again returns to Trucidos.
Veteran Sgt. Andronicus returns as well, leading Squad Primus.
Newcomer Veteran Sgt. Methuselah leads Squad Antiquis.
Also new to Trucidos is Scout Captain Winter, and his sniper team.
Scout Sgt. Felix hits dirtside once again with his combat squad.
(equipment listed is in addition to standard wargear and skills per codex entry)
Captain Othniel: Power sword, Plasma pistol, Articifer armor, Hit-an-Run (145 pts)
Tactical Squad Antiquis: x10 marines; Plasma pistol, Flamer (190 pts)
Tactical Squad Primus: x10 marines; Missile Launcher, Plasma gun, Melta bombs (185 pts)
Scout Squad Whitefeather: x5 scouts; sniper rifles, camo cloaks, Scout Capt. Winter* (140 pts)
Scout Squad Felix: x5 scouts; shotguns, Melta bombs, Heavy Bolter (90 pts)
Points total: 750
*Winter is per Scout Sgt. Telion special character rules
|Company HQ||Senior Officer (PS)||60|
|330||Guard (Melta Gun)||10|
|Support Squad (AT)||6 Guardsmen||35|
|2 Las Cannons||50|
|1 Missile Launcher||20|
|Support Squad (Fire Support)||6 Guardsmen||35|
|2 Auto Cannons||40|
|1 Heavy Bolter||15|
|A Platoon HQ||Junior Officer (Plasma Pistol)||50|
|Guard (Melta Gun)||10|
|A Platoon Squad 1||SGT||60|
|A Platoon Squad 2||SGT||60|
|A Platoon Squad 3||SGT||60|
|B Platoon HQ||Junior Officer ()||40|
|B Platoon Squad 1||SGT||60|
|B Platoon Squad 2||SGT||60|
That's 78 Guardsmen
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
Hive Tyrant with Extended Carapace and Venom Cannon
Squad of 16 Termagants with fleshborers, Extended Carapaces and the "without number" enhancement
Squad of 15 Hormagants with Extended Carapaces, Adrenal Glands and Scything Talons.
Squad of 3 ripper swarms with Adrenal Glands
2 Biovores with Toxin Spore Mines
1 "Venom Spitter" Carnifex with Venom Cannon, Scything Talons and Enhanced Senses.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
The orange water of the Trucidos droon roiled an ancient gases escaped below the surface. Black, oily preservation fluid, eons old, spilled forth, released at last. The shimmering warscythe cut through the surface and the venerable Lord stood from his flooded stasis tomb.
>UNIT(0x816411c).assemble(04587672, 599345, 1500)
>[for a1 in UNIT(0x816411c).curloc().scan() do a1.id()]
OBJ(0x816411c) - NATIVE
OBJ(0xa147aba) - NONNATIVE
OBJ(0xbc4e850) - NATIVE
curloc = (0458325, 599112, 1472)
class = BIO
mass = LOW
threat_hueristic = TRUE
The entire shore of the droon was boiling as the oily, shimmering, metalic bodies rose from their ancient storage places. They stood motionless, then-- as though from some unseen signal-- they turned to the sheer cliff and drove their knifelike hands into the soil and began to climb.
>UNIT(0x816411c).tactics().objective(SECURE(0458325, 599112, 1472))
They crouched at the cliff edge of the droon until all their members had ascended the steep bank. Then, in unison, they began to seperate onto both sides of the ornate Lord, who held his Warscythe high and began to march...
[Places where translation errors may occur have been bracketed]
The [fleshless man-beings?] that fleet [Klandathu?] encountered on [65874bTrucidos?] have been identified as [Necrontyr?], previously encountered by hive fleet [???] in the [h75 quadrant]. Lacking significant food matter, the beings [serve no purpose/ un-exists?] to the Hive, beyond a distraction in our quest to secure [6587bTrucidos] for subsistence.
The being's [shell-carapace?] makes them [a threat? unpalatable? These words seem interchangable in the Tyranid Lexicon.], as does the fact that they seem to [reincarnate?] instantly. They fire powerful weapons that [de-moleculate?] the Hive symbiotes, which, combined with their unerring accuracy, are capable of destroying an entire brood instantly.
This, coupled with their lack of [nutrient value?], leads to the recommendation that they be [avoided?] when possible.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
The cargo doors opened on the battered Gunship as it touched down, Dark Angels troops trickling out, battle damage visible on their dark green armor. Chapter apothecaries helped those more wounded out on stretchers. A group of Scouts, boots still caked with dried mud, hurried out of the battered ship. A small team of servitors, hauling hand trucks stacked with crates of fresh ammo and supplies, tried to keep pace with them as the Scouts headed towards Captain Othniel and the awaiting gunship.
As the team reached the new ship they methodically opened the crates the servitors had brought and began to restock their equipment; fresh grenades were slipped onto their belts, new magazines of ammunition were taken, boxes of shotgun shells were emptied into belt pouches, and other items the marines would need dirtside were procured. The squad leader, Scout Sergeant Felix, was eating a piece of ripened fruit, a bright blue specimen that had obviously been indigenous to the planet they had just come from. He began to explain to Captain Othniel that they had to pursue the Orks deeper than originally planned into the jungles, taking much longer than expected to complete their mission. After this lengthy explanation he looked to the captain, blue fruit juices had removed the camouflage face paint around his mouth and chin. Felix waited patiently for a response, anything other than the persistent, unflinching stare of Othniel. After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, the Captain spoke in an even, purposeful tone.
"You're late Sergeant Felix. Have your men strap in and prepare for drop, we hit Trucidos in five..." With that Captain Othniel handed the young sergeant the data-slate, turned, and went into the gunship. The fourth battle company of the Dark Angels chapter was about to once again go to war...
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Thursday, December 4, 2008
Trucidos is a barren planet covered with a large variety of climate zones and affected by intermittent geological activity caused by torsional stress from its close proximity to its single moon (which has incredibly dense compositional layers). Large, intermittent lakes (called "droon") were once used to harvest an energy rich algal material called Protoalgia - it's bright orange color is visible from orbit. The largest droon show evidence of once having settlements along their edges where Imperial citizens resided. These inhabitants were almost all part of the labor gangs that worked on the massive processoria, floating factory barges that extracted and exported the protoalgia. A large portion of these barges have since sunk into the droon depths, causing further ecological harm. A handful of these behemoths can still be found floating aimlessly about.
The remains of a small Adeptus Mechanicus research station appear on the largest moon, presumably there to study the relationship between the moon and the planet (considering their abnormal densities). Small research outposts have been scanned within the droon. Cataloguing the bizarre organisms found there and to do geological surveys of the sinkhole themselves would seem most likely. Strange energy readings in the deepest droon have spiked initial scan readings.
EQUATORIAL CIRCUMFERENCE: 27,961 Miles.
CLASS: Agri-world, new classification Dead World.
YEAR LENGTH IN DAYS: Primary: 422 Secondary: 370 - due to the strange affect the largest moon (Trucido Primus) has on the planet, every second year is shorter than the previous one. The gravitational force required to do this is immense, and so it affects the geological stability of the planet.
DAY LENGTH IN TERRAN HOURS: 22.
SATELLITES: Two moons. The smallest (Trucidos Secondus) is home to what appears to be the main space port for the planet. The largest (Trucidos Primus) is inert and uninhabited except for a aforementioned abandoned Adeptus Mechanicus research station.
There is something unnatural about the relationship between the largest moon and Trucidos itself. The moon shouldn't be as dense as it is, and Trucidos shouldn't be as light as it is.
POPULATION: Unknown, estimated population during prime habitation 250,000,000+.
MEAN SURFACE TEMPERATURE: 10°C.
TROPOSPHERIC COMPOSITION: Nitrogen 74%, Oxygen 22%, Sulphur Dioxide 1%, Ozone 1%, Carbon Dioxide 2%.
CLIMATE: The planet has gales and dust storms that sweep the planet almost continuously. The barren landscape produces an abrasive wind of silica that eats away at anything in its path. Ofttimes massive earthquakes split the ground and drain droon into underground caverns.
CLIMATIC REGIONS: The poles are distinct white pockmarked caps. For some reason the planet's only known volcanic activity occurs at both poles, creating a network of frozen droon separated by magma flows and volcanic upheavals.
SEAS: The most notable features of Trucidos are its lakes. There are no oceans on the planet at all, just thousands of lakes (or droon), ranging in only a few dozen metres in width to several thousand kilometres. The most peculiar thing about these lakes is that they are exceedingly deep; although the average is a kilometre, the shallowest reach one hundred metres, and the deepest surveyed reach almost twenty kilometres in depth. Each water body sits in a sheer walled sink hole produced by the upheaval of the planetary plates. There are 37 major droon, with over a thousand secondary droon and tens of thousands of minor droon.
TERRA-FORMING: Limited evidence of alteration of Trucidos exists. Massive canals cut into the planet's surface are the most obvious man made features.
NATIVE FLORA AND FAUNA: The land is mostly barren, however several belts of lush vegetation exist, including some dense jungle areas. Many many urban ruins contain wooded areas that may be the result from overgrown planned growth areas. There are some small invertebrates, but the only animal of uniqueness is the Dirt Kelt. This is a bizarre creature, almost two metres in length. It moves rarely, and when it does it burrows through the sand and any rock in its way, using its stomach acids to dissolve them. The creature has backward pointing overlapping spines to give it grip as it moves through the ground and a tail separated into five articulated digits a third of its length, each covered in spines and barbs.
ALIEN FLORA AND FAUNA: Apart from the protoalgia, the only non native organisms rediscovered so far are ambul, accidentally transferred from other planets through presumable merchant drops.
DEFENCES: Most of the planetary defense were in orbit. Massive orbital batteries and torpedo silos surrounded the planet and its moons. Most curiously, these are nowhere to be found, and no signs of them having crashed into the planet have been detected.
IMPERIAL GUARD RECRUITMENT: A singular event from millennium past still exists in the great records of the Imperium and has even made a place in the textbooks of Guard history. A [unknown] years ago the Governor wished to raise the profile of Trucidos (and himself) and decided to raise a regiment of guard. They were seen as a joke by most of the guard, and were left to defend the supply depots behind the lines. They would have been lost altogether to the annals of history. In an engagement against the greenskins, an ork blitzkrieg had against all odds smashed through the guard lines. They rampaged through the line eventually encountering the main guard supply depot. Sensing an easy target they descended in a horde upon the supply tents. What the captain of the Trucidos regiment said to his men is not known, but popular belief has it as something along the lines of "Protect the Emperor's Holy Rations!" When the forward guard elements finally caught up to the horde, they found utter carnage. Not a single ork was alive, and not a single foodstore had been damaged. The Trucidos 1st, paranoid about their food had thought the orks meant to steal it, and had fought to the last man to protect the Emperor's rations. From then on all regiments raised from Trucidos had the expectation of self sacrifice and fearlessness in the face of certain death planted firmly on their unwilling shoulders. "Firster" is common droon slang used to describe someone who is distinctly insane, used even in parts of the guard today.
CONTACT WITH OTHER WORLDS: Trucidos was originally part of the Tephaine System, however its recent rediscovery has it far from this area of the galaxy.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
- Monthly Game: 3 campaign pts for a victory, 2 pts for a tie, 1 for a loss.
- Monthly Terrain: 1 pts for 16 sq in or less of terrain, 2 pts for 144 sq in or less, 3 pts for more.
- Objective Markers: 1 pt per Objective Marker, up to six total.
- Monthly Fluff: 1 pt for at least a brief paragraph of fluff about your monthly game that can be posted here.
The army with the most Campaign Points on June 1st, 2009 will be the Conqueror of Trucidos.
|Dec '08||500 pts|
|Jan '09||750 pts|
|Feb '09||750 pts|
|Mar '09||1000 pts|
|Apr '09||1500 pts|
|May '09||2000 pts|
Paganus turned from the twitching twisted body of the pilot. "Imperial frigate Vespillo, Sword Class. Came through the Immaterium in the clearing warp storms of Sector IV. They appeared to have discovered a planet there, Trucidos, shielded from us since almost the time of the betrayal. They obviously found more than they bargained for." He prayed over the open skull of the pilot and readjusted his equipment. Drool rolled out of the lolling mouth as images flickered acoss the damaged monitor. Imperial Guard patrols searching ancient ruins of decrepit Imperial buildings. Adeptus Mechanicus examining ancient finds. Imperial Guard falling back before a warrior and chittering hordes of smaller tyranids.
"Tyranid infestation," stated Tracto. "Doesn't seem too far developed. We go in, we clear it."
"I don't believe that's all they found, Master," replied Paganus. "Look in the distance." Paganus prayed silently again, wrenching his tools deeper into the pilots brain as the monitor froze. "'The machine spirit guards the knowledge of the ancients,'" he intoned. Almost unnoticeable against the mountains in the distance stood two tall, black, pyramidal monoliths. "'The machine spirit guards the knowledge of the ancients.'"
Tracto stared at the screen, then gestured off the bridge. "Fine. Clear out, notify the Guard of their failure, then torpedo this infestation." Paganus followed him out, covered careful by the hulking Deathwing terminators. "Notify Commander Othniel. He's going to drop on Trucidos."