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    Kill Team: Grey Knights, and Space Marines vs Plague Zombies and Plague Marines

    This was a battle in which I took part as well as 4 other marine and gk players. The opposing side was also controlled by 5 people. This was as a part of GW's mini 'President evil' campaign. The sides were as follows:

    The Forces of the Inquisition:

    Grey Knights 1 (me):
    4 Grey Knights with Nemesis force weapons and storm bolters,
    1 Justicar with Nemesis force weapon, storm bolter and sacred incense.

    Grey Knights 2:
    4 Grey Knights with Nemesis force weapons and storm bolters,
    1 Justicar with Nemesis force weapon, storm bolter and sacred incense.

    SM 1 (Ultramarines):
    4 Marines with bolters,
    1 Marine with heavy bolter,
    1 Marine with flamer,
    1 Sergeant with power sword, terminator honours and combat shield.

    SM 2 (Sons of Ares):
    3 Marines with bolters,
    3 Marines with bolt pistol and ccw,
    1 Marine with flamer,
    1 Sergeant with power sword, terminator honours and combat shield.

    SM 3 (Star Hawks):
    5 Marines with bolt pistol and ccw,
    1 Marine with plasma gun
    1 Sergeant with power sword, terminator honours and storm shield.

    President Evil's Plague Zombies:
    (Every time a unit was killed off, it came back the next turn, deep stiking from terrain)

    Plage Zombies:
    About 25 plague zombies in squads of 5 with,
    5+ invulnerable save,
    Lasguns,
    2d6 movement

    Traitor Guard:
    2 Squads of six guardsmen with a flamer each,
    1 Mortar,

    PLague marines:
    5 plague marines with bolters,
    1 Marine with plasma gun,
    1 Aspiring Champion with Power Sword and Plasma pistol

    Warhounds:
    3 Squads of 3 warhounds

    The objective was for the zombies to kill 2 kill teams off and halve the strength of another team by turn 4. The Inquisition's objective is to press through the breach in the walls of the hive city of Volcanis Sequor, which has recently descended into madness.

    Deployment:
    The Grey knights held the right side of the board, and the Space Marines the left. Before the grey knights stood a ruined building, a chapel of a corrupt imperial saint, and hordes of shambling, crawling or in other cases sprinting zombies. The Space Marines faced the bulk of the traitor guardsmen and zombies, with an emplaced mortar overshadowing their positions. To the right of GK squad one, in the lee of a building crouched the plague marines, their cadaverous bodies trembling in anticipation of the cunning slaughter.


    Justicar Aeneas stamped on a rat. The bones crackled. But as he watched and removed his foot the thing flopped and began frantically to gather its pulped body together. He spat. Chaos. The corruption here was so dense that even the vermin refused to die, not to mention the enemy. Despite this, the ruinous powers held no fear for him and his squad and he had waited for this moment since becoming a justicar. Justicar... It was a new rank, suprising for one of his years and he felt a tremor of pride. Ashamed, he quashed the impious thought. He was simply a servant of the Emperor doing his duty, and he was ready to die for what he believed in.
    Beside Aeneas' squad stood that of Justicar Phyrrus and further to his left were the Space Marines commisioned by the Malleus to wipe the vile demonancy of the so called 'President Evil' From the face of the universe.
    He murmured the catechism of righteous anger under his breath and opened the vox, calling for all units to advance slowly and stealthily. As his auto senses clicked into focus, Aeneas began to make out the bloated corrupt behemoths of the Plague Marines. There would be no hiding from them. "All units, prepare to fire." Suddenly, a terrible howling burst over the eardrums of the knights and a trio of rotting hounds charged towards Aeneas' squad. He was faced with a dilemma. He could not reach the marines without exposing his squad to heavy fire. As he considered this, the first bolter shells impacted on the Knights' armoured bodies, unable to pierce the layers of ceramite. A plasma shot seared over their heads and Aeneas knew they had been lucky. Then, the hounds were upon them but they recoiled from the braziers of holy incense just long enough for Aeneas and his men to ready themselves for the inevitable strike.
    The vox descended into static, filled with the unholy laughter of deamons and Aeneas switched his unit off. The planes of reality were wearing thin in this place and something almost insurmountably evil was about to be birthed from the warp.
    Immediately, the air around them was filled with snarling, snapping jaws.The Grey Knights stood firm and hefted their Halberds. They dimly noticed as a mortar shell smashed into a squad but they had no idea whose as the hounds were on them. Behind them, Aeneas screamed hate at the foul beasts, which cowered from the purity of the Grey Knight's psychic outburst even as they were cloven in two. Ajax caught a bite on his arm and then cut low, disembowelling his attacker. Further to Aeneas's left, Marius and Chiron threw themselves at their daemonic adversaries, overwhelming them with brutally efficient thrusts from their halberds. Aeneas stood firm, and emptied a full bolter clip into a hound lunging at him, the high velocity shells tearing the vile beast limb from limb.
    Nearby, Justicar Phyrrus's squad snapped off rounds at the shambling hordes, the bolter shells tearing the corpses limb from limb and sending their souls howling into the warp. Far to the left, the Ultramarines had lost two of their number to the Mortar shell but their battle brothers had reaped bloody vengeance on the heretics nearby and were surrounded by the twitching corpses of the slain.
    In front of them loomed the objective. The breach between the ruined chapel and the outer wall. The plan was to divide the enemy forces and meet at the breach. That was the plan, but plans never lasted and Aeneas knew it would come down to a brutal final charge in the face of impossible odds.
    Off to their left, the howling began again. Aeneas knew his squad must reach the corrupted marines before they came under more fire and he could see them readying their weapons. Desperate, he thundered forward, his squad at his heels. They crashed into the chosen of Nurgle and, although outnumbered, the knights' training came to the fore. He saw brother Ajax, his blow cutting the body of a plague marine in two, and brother Chiron, dragging his man down into the mud and crushing the life out of the bloated cadaver, screaming prayers of hate.
    Aeneas turned to see a hound lunging for his neck, and rammed his sword down its gullet. Thick black gore spattered his face and he twisted, hacking wildly at what he couldn't see. He felt one blow connect and a great snarling weight landed on his chest, knocking him over backwards. He groped in the claggy mud for the beast's skull, found it, crushed it between his palms and staggered to his feet, rubbing his eyes with the back of his sword hand.
    The battle seemed to be going well for his squad, but further across the killing fields he could see Justicar Phyrrus and his men being overwhelmed by a tide of zombies and hounds.
    As brother Marius turned, a massive shape reared up behind him and with a gurgling roar the aspiring champion Choleros rammed his power sword through the armour of the marine. Aeneas saw his brother slide from the blade, his torso consumed by ethereal fire. Choleros was far gone indeed. His skin dripped like molten wax and his armour writhed with tentacles. Aeneas charged, bulling the bigger man over, hacking at him in a frenzy of anguish at the loss of his first battle brother; But the chosen of Nurgle was already pulling himself upright. Gurgling with deranged laughter, he cut towards Aeneas, driving him back, readying him for the killing stroke. And Aeneas was floundering now, barely able to parry, he saw his death rush to meet him and made his peace with the Emperor as Choleros raised his sword high. The blade came down then...
    "I am the hammer!" and the blade of brother Ajax cut Choleros from his head to his midriff. Aeneas grabbed a handful of insence from its burner and thrust it into the wound.
    The unearthly shreik that split the air was worse than a soul in torment. It was the sound of a being ages old and close to immortality knowing that it has come to the end of its time. In moments what had once been a marine loyal to the Emperor was a pool of writhing worms.
    "Thank you brother Ajax, you made good time." Gasped Aeneas as he was hauled from the mud by his squad.
    "Sir, what about Justicar Phyrrus and our brother?" Queried brother Chiron.
    "Bring Marius with us. He will be buried on Titan. As to Phyrrus, stick to the plan my brother. If he can make it to the objective then we will be lucky, if not then we will make our stand and wait for reinforcements."
    The squad started forward again and before long they were under fire from Traitor guardsmen emplaced in the ruins. However, most of their shots missed and those that hit were easily deflected by the knights' armour. Storm bolter shots ripped through armour and flesh, the vengeance of the Grey Knights swift and brutal. The guard threw themselves at the marines, crazed, fanatical. Aeneas was face to face with a man whose face was covered with scales and beheaded him with a backhand blow from his storm boter hand whilst impaling another on his sword. Where wounds opened on the guardsmen, worms erupted and consumed the flesh surrounding the injury. In seconds, all that was left of the traitor guardsmen were writhing pools of wormlike tentacles.
    Aeneas and his men backed into the chapel of sanctuary, firing off rounds at the hordes closing in on their position. They had reached their objective. Now they had to survive. If more than half the squad died, there would not be enough of a psychic trace to guide the reinforcements and crucially, the Grey Knight terminator squads to the location.

    TBC.

    Last edited by Will Forelli Machiavelli; April 1st, 2006 at 18:23.

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    Very nice. good report so far. i cant wait for the rest. Grey Knights are awesome.

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    As the justicar and his squad watched, the swaying, gibbering hordes seemed to pause. They seemed to be waiting for something, watching for something. Aeneas heard the shell coming. "Down!" He yelled but even with his super-human reflexes he knew it was too little to late. But even as he dived, brother Chiron was already moving. The marine threw himself onto the shell as it struck, and muted the blast with his body and flesh.
    As Aeneas rose, his ears ringing, he looked dazedly at his brother's shattered corpse and then at the rapidly advancing dead. There would be vengeance on this day for his brothers, and he and the remnants of his squad would be the agents of that vengeance. The rotting hordes charged, and Aeneas's world contracted into a small sphere of hacking weapons, gunshots and mangled limbs. As they reached the three, a hail of gunfire threw the first rank spasming to the ground, bodies pulped beyond repair. He brought his first man down with a shell to the head and turning, felled a towering mutant with a stroke which cut cleanly through both legs. Then, he poured bolter shells into the vile thing's torso. A mean little brute with blades for arms ducked under his guard and Aeneas felt hot blood run down his armour. Roaring with rage, he brought the dwarf above his head and ripped it in two. A heavanly voice cried "You killed the dwarf! Bonus points!" He met Ajax and Santos and the three fought back to back, staving off the inevitable.
    At that moment, a huge object hit the chapel, crushing zombies into the ground. The drop pod disgorged its Terminators right into the middle of the horde and they set about reaping bloody misery on the hapless zombies. Aeneas watched in awe as bodies flew through the air, were smashed into non-existance by the Terminators' sheer power. He saw grand master Prometheus, pulverising limbs with his four headed axe, and pouring gouts of flame into the masses. He felt rather than heard the psychic choir of the terminator assault squad as their hatred rose to a crescendo. It was a power that Malleus inquisitors had termed the 'Holocaust' but what it was, was the hatred of the Grey knights made manifest.
    "In battle! In peril!" Chanted master Prometheus,
    "In striving! In banishment!" Answered the squad,
    "In suffering! In glory!"
    "Our Emperor deliver us!"
    With that, the air burnt white, bodies were consumed utterly in pure holy flames and the very earth was scoured white by the force of Prometheus's hatred. Then as the squad rose and set about purging the remnants of the enemy Aeneas saw a man in a long coat dart into one of the buildings. To any normal man, this man would look just like any other, but the mere sight of him made the justicar's wards burn red hot on the inside of his armour. He was out of voice range and the vox was a mass of static. He knew suddenly, that this man was not a man, but something far more evil.
    Whatever it was, the being had taken shelter in what looked like an abbatoir and as Aeneas wove his way between the gory hooks that had once held sides of meat, he caught the stench for the first time. The odour of rancid incence and burning fat, and he stepped out into the middle of the building as the figure turned with its head bowed.
    "Ah, justicar. Right on time. I need a new form and you will do perfectly. Do you not see how great we could be together? Are you blind to my power?" The being raised its head and Aeneas saw that there were pools of purple fire where its eyes should be.
    "Daemon." Spat Aeneas. "You shall not have me, nor my flesh which is that you seek." He knew that if the Daemon inhabited his flesh, the wards in his armour would sheild it from the psychic awareness of other knights. Whilst his brain was contemplating this morbid observation Aeneas's gun hand was coming up. He fired and the blessed bolts burst in flames around the form of the Daemon Prince.
    "Stupid, worthless human!" Rasped the daemon. "I will have your body and your soul will live in torment within me for eternity! I brought the forces of your weakling inquisition to me to give me a passage into the ranks of the Grey Knights, and from there, I will spread Nurgle's rot into all corners of the galaxy, and all will be chaos!"
    "Return to hell, warpspawn." Was the only reply.
    The man's body exploded, re-knitting itself into a new form. Mass was added from some insane dimension and Apolyon, favoured of Nurgle was revealed for the first time in millenia.
    Now, before Aeneas stood a giant, fifteen feet high, covered in waving entrails which spewed acid onto the floor. The prince held a mace, an ugly weapon which drew the eye in a way that caught it in a grasp of steel.
    Apolyon strode across the floor, and Aeneas walked to meet him, his bolter cast aside, his sword gripped in both hands. As he watched the ultimate blasphemy take root on one of the worlds of the Emperor, he prayed, and something new awoke in his mind, and his weapon seemed to hum with power. The Daemon stopped, stood in the middle of the floor and laughed. A voice, insidious and sibilant called in Aeneas's mind, called for him to submit, called for him to give up. Ice sharp blades of malice scraped his conciousness. Clasping his head in his hands, Aeneas sank to the floor and prayed. Apolyon snorted in derision and started towards him but suddenly Aeneas was back on his feet.
    "I refuse to be the downfall of my race. You who killed my brothers will be destroyed. I will not give in to you hellspawn. So come on Deamon. If you think you can best me then you are more foolish than your brother Choleros, who lies in the mud, returned to nothing."
    For the first time, the daemon showed agitation. It cackled insnely and its entrails writhed. "You lie." Stated Apolyon, with the voice of an angry god.
    "No daemon, that is your race's trait." Murmured Aeneas, and charged.

    All around him were entrails, coiling, spitting venom, and he hewed them off even as more wound around his waist. He struck them off, even as Apolyon swung at him with the mace, which shrieked as it came down. But Aeneas was no longer there. He struck at the body of the daemon prince, causing worm-like innards to burst from the wounds which wrapped themselves around his arm, drawing him into the hot, fetid gut of the deamon. As Aeneas watched, tendrils of rot crawled over his armour, and he felt the flesh of his arm slough off the bone. Pausing barely for an instant, he struck off his arm at the elbow, saving his life and inadvertantly freeing himself.
    Then Apolyon snatched him and carried him high, crushing armour plates with insane strength. But Aeneas stabbed madly at the prince's fist and as the daemon howled and tossed him backwards like a rag doll, he turned in the air and came down between the beast's shoulder blades. Sword first. Pressure built in the Justicar's skull, and as he remembered the torn bodies of Marius and Chiron his hatred overwhelmed him and was channeled down the blade into the rotting body of Apolyon.
    The resulting explosion barely left the abbatoir standing, but in amongst the rubble was the body of a fallen Grey Knight. But, even as the apothecarion bent over him, life flared in Justicar Aeneas, and refused to let the darkness take it.
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    What does anyone think?

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    I liked your storytelling of the multiplayer kill team scenario very much.

    It could use a bit of editing for proper capitalization and punctuation in places but nothing too severe.

    Double line spacing to make it easier to read might not be amiss either, for old fogies like me.

    However, you have a definate stylistic flair for writing.

    I particularly liked the Grey Knights chanting as they cast Hollocaust.

    Kudos.

    Do you have any photographs of the battle that you can post?
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    Sorry, I didn't have a chance to take any photos but thanks for the constructive critisism.

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    That was a really good battle report. I really enjoyed it. Keep writing, and I'll keep reading. I liked the nature of Chaos that you brought out-it worked really well.

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    Very good report, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. Justicar steps to the occasion and becomes a temporary grand master? Sounds good to me.
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    I think it must just take something special to bring out the psychic potential in a GK like hating something so much they are able to turn the hate into a weapon. Anyways, thanks guys and I'll see about writing another or an Eldar one.
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    amateuristic idiocy

    Judging from the uneducated response of the readers you must be hoodwinked by the foolish notion that you are in fact a competent author. You are quite appalling and are saturatng the solution of already horrednous amateur warhammer novelists even further . I have never read an effective piece of 'warhammer scripture' in my entire life and in this particular instance you do not fail in bolstering my expections. In fact I am suprised that your writing is so poor judging from your blatant pomp in trying to display your talents (I use the term 'trying' very loosely).

    Below are just a few points that encapsulate your pathetic attempt at writing:

    1. The use of the name 'Aeneas' is pure unadulterated blasphemy of Virgil's stunning Aenead. You aren't a patch on Virgil so don't steal his character's names. It just makes you seem like a blithering idiot and alerts the reader to the fact that you are so unoriginal, so as to stoop to stealing names.

    2. Your use of limited vocabulary is also more than amusing. I was tickled by the way you re-used the same old adverbs and phrases to create 'action' (if that's what you call it)!

    3. In lines 25 - 26 you 'ingeniously' repeat 'limb from limb'. Despite the fact this is the most overused phrase in 40k history you enedvour to use it; not once, but twice, and in hilariously close proximity. A very basic premise of writing i'm sure you're aware of (of course you are!) is to consider your stylistic texture. This is a necessity in ALL writing. Your breach of this is a very blatant clue to your immature pompish overtone.

    4. Concernig your unoriginality, once more I feel you haven't fermented a droplet of the warhammer 'x factor'. This 'story' of yours seems like a cut and paste of thousands of amateuristic essays written by other enuthusiastic (but nevertheless unskilled) warhammer fan authors. The way you have spooled on the already tiresome nature of the 'holy grey knights' and the 'evil chaos' is ludicrous. You really are just another, yet more simple, clone of past failures.

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