Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2006 19:06:07 GMT -5
After todays game i thought i would start a thread dedicated to individual guardsmen who overstep their mark and become gods among men. Today my lieutenant managed to earn himself a name today and shall ever be remembered as Lieutenant Stanzor. He is assigned to command my 2nd platoon and has managed to beg, borrow and steal... mostly steal actually, a bolt pistol and a power weapon. His command squad is equipped with a flamer and laspistols/ccw.
It's a cleanse mission and my ultramarine opponent sends three bikers and an attack bike, all in the same squad towards my left flank, turbo boostings towards my oh-so puny looking platoon command squad. Well they sally forth and manage to flame one biker to death. Some more shooing from other squads sees the other 2 bikers killed and a wound reduced from the attack bike. So the lieutenant and his men charge in. The marine goes first with 2 attacks, being an attack bike, and smacks my lieutenant squarely in the jaw. Not a problem for our hero, he picks himself up with an armour save and sticks his sword into the bikers rib cage, promptly killing him. He then consolidates by running around a land raider.
The squad then makes an unopposed move towards the ultramarines deployment quarter. My opponent notices this foolhardy unit and sends 4 frag missiles their way, courtesy of a devastator unit which only has four marines remaining. Explosions tear the squad apart, scorching flesh and shredding bones. The lieutenant manages to get to his feet but turns around to see that his squad has been decimated. No matter, his nerve holds. Witnessing the destruction of his brothers drives the lieutenant into a frenzy and he charges the devastator squad which are in cover. Three of them strike at him and he is hit twice. The first blow doesn't sting but the second breaks his cheek bone. But our hero is not concerned with such injuries and buries his sword deep into the offending marines killing two of them. Now it is the space marines turn to fear the guard as they run away from the nightmarish sight before them... a really urineed off guardsmen brandishing a power weapon!
The 2 missile weilding marines come to their senses and rally. And as retribution send 2 KRAK!!! missiles towards our hero. He dodges the first with a swift commando roll, but the second one catches him right in the chest and detonates, sending him sprawling to the ground. Although mangled, our hero picks himself up with a bloody and heaving chest, even anti tank missiles cannot wound this glorious soldier, 'Duty and Honour!' indeed. With bloodshot eyes and covered in sweat and dirt our hero heads over to the offending marines and finds his left arm is shattered in the ensuing combat. Still not concerned with his own suffering he dispatches another marine with his blessed sword. The remaining marine foolishly decides to stand his ground, and is quick to learn why he should have run away. Our hero leaves the last devastator marine slumped at his feet and turns round to survey the trail of destruction behind him.. and feels slightly disappointed that there is no-one left to butcher.
Nevermind, it is the name 'Lieutenant Stanzor' that will be on the lips of every Catachan tonight and he will not have to buy a beer for a couple of weeks.
I've never had this sort of outrageous performance from any of my soldiers before so i thought it worth reporting.
EDIT: Didn't realise it was that long. I put it into paragraphs so it's a little easier on the eyes
It's a cleanse mission and my ultramarine opponent sends three bikers and an attack bike, all in the same squad towards my left flank, turbo boostings towards my oh-so puny looking platoon command squad. Well they sally forth and manage to flame one biker to death. Some more shooing from other squads sees the other 2 bikers killed and a wound reduced from the attack bike. So the lieutenant and his men charge in. The marine goes first with 2 attacks, being an attack bike, and smacks my lieutenant squarely in the jaw. Not a problem for our hero, he picks himself up with an armour save and sticks his sword into the bikers rib cage, promptly killing him. He then consolidates by running around a land raider.
The squad then makes an unopposed move towards the ultramarines deployment quarter. My opponent notices this foolhardy unit and sends 4 frag missiles their way, courtesy of a devastator unit which only has four marines remaining. Explosions tear the squad apart, scorching flesh and shredding bones. The lieutenant manages to get to his feet but turns around to see that his squad has been decimated. No matter, his nerve holds. Witnessing the destruction of his brothers drives the lieutenant into a frenzy and he charges the devastator squad which are in cover. Three of them strike at him and he is hit twice. The first blow doesn't sting but the second breaks his cheek bone. But our hero is not concerned with such injuries and buries his sword deep into the offending marines killing two of them. Now it is the space marines turn to fear the guard as they run away from the nightmarish sight before them... a really urineed off guardsmen brandishing a power weapon!
The 2 missile weilding marines come to their senses and rally. And as retribution send 2 KRAK!!! missiles towards our hero. He dodges the first with a swift commando roll, but the second one catches him right in the chest and detonates, sending him sprawling to the ground. Although mangled, our hero picks himself up with a bloody and heaving chest, even anti tank missiles cannot wound this glorious soldier, 'Duty and Honour!' indeed. With bloodshot eyes and covered in sweat and dirt our hero heads over to the offending marines and finds his left arm is shattered in the ensuing combat. Still not concerned with his own suffering he dispatches another marine with his blessed sword. The remaining marine foolishly decides to stand his ground, and is quick to learn why he should have run away. Our hero leaves the last devastator marine slumped at his feet and turns round to survey the trail of destruction behind him.. and feels slightly disappointed that there is no-one left to butcher.
Nevermind, it is the name 'Lieutenant Stanzor' that will be on the lips of every Catachan tonight and he will not have to buy a beer for a couple of weeks.
I've never had this sort of outrageous performance from any of my soldiers before so i thought it worth reporting.
EDIT: Didn't realise it was that long. I put it into paragraphs so it's a little easier on the eyes
