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Space Marines (significant divergence (Cleanse and Purify / Trust your battle brothers // Death before dishonor / Eye to Eye) VS. Necrons
Dramatis Persona (Necron loadout extrapolated from memory).
Necron Lord w/Solar Pulse, Res Orb, some other goodies.
2 Squads of 12 warriors
2 Tomb Spiders
(I don’t know NB’s point value, but he must’ve been pretty dang expensive)
1 Master w/pair lightning claws. Command squad, 5 man, powerfisted sgt, apothecary, attached Chaplain.
Assault marine squad – PF sgt, 7 marines.
6 scouts. 1sgt w/sniper rife, 4 with sniper rifles, 1 with missile launcher.
10 man tactical squad, two plasma guns, true grit, rhino mounted.
Devastator squad: 1 sgt, 1 plasma cannon, 3 heavy bolters.
“Stern Reprimand” Vindicator: PoTMS
“Brother Erestes” VenerableDreadnought, TankHunter,
Whirlwind (Castellan armed)
Mission: Secure and Control
Dusk and Dawn
Mission Commander Dantress didn’t much enjoy spending time amidst the blasted wreckage of the xeno city. Only a fortnight prior he’d ordered his command carrier to rain destruction down upon this very spot… That was before the reason for the intense eldar military presence became obvious.
Six items, six weapons, supposedly were hidden within the twisted wreckage of the city: Items to be used against the threat rising in the swamps on the southern side of the planet. Although of xeno-manufacture the AdMech and Inquisitor Felotas had authorized their use, given the apparently dire situation presented by the emergence of the Necrontyr. Dantress could feel the chill, bitter ozone cold in the air. He knew the necrontyr would arrive here, and likely arrive with that…thing of theirs. His forces moved forward slowly, the ‘Stern Reprimand’ hugging the blasted segments of xeno architecture as it proceeded, its cannon hungry to spread destruction like alms. Sergeant Reichs took up the position on the left flank, with his heavy weapon’s crew, as Sgt Grenn’s squad, Tactical Squad 3, dismounted from their rhino. Sgt. Lameen was soon to report in with his scouts…
“Commander,” came the voice of Sergeant Isten, the puckered skin of his ritually scarred face peering at him, “The chaplain estimates many of us will perish in this battle…”
“Reclusiarch Kirke is very tactically adept, Isten, it is likely that none of us will survive. The necrontyr are bitter foes,” he nodded.
Isten could hardly contain his glee, “Then at last?”
“Through death,” Dantress said with an anticipatory smile.
“Absolution.” Came the sergeant’s reply.
The vox crackled with the voice of the scout-sergeant, “Sir…enemy in sight.”
Deployment Phase: The necron player won the deployment roll, but chose to have me deploy first. The devastators took up position hugging cover on the left flank, the whirlwind and the vindicator initially behind a large piece of city terrain. The troops deployed towards the center, with the assault marines guarding the heavy artillery. The scouts took up a position practically overlooking the enemy, but well out of range or sight, at a higher elevation within a blasted building. The necrons cut their forces into two, using the Nightbringer as a center focal point. One tomb-spider guarding each flank.
The necron began to march implacably forward…through the blasted wreckage. The nightbringer hovered above, his fell form casting a pall into the brightest lights…all felt as shadow, and the falling sunset, was all the more morbid. The star god was not to be trifled with… Necron lances screamed out, claiming the Rhino transport and causing it to pitch forward, as its drivers finally achieved the absolution all of the Reconciler’s chapter so desperately desired. The second group moved forward, claiming the glittering icon lying amidst the wreckage, while their monarch peered on. But against the silence of the approach, was met the thunderous report of the demolisher cannon. Half of the necron’s right flank evaporated, metal being utterly eradicated by the sudden thunderous burst of energy from ‘The stern reprimand.’ Castellan mines smashed down amidst the impartial, faceless automatons… Erestes moved forward, unleashing withering fire from his assault cannon, which the necrons moved through with absolutely no concern or injury The necron lord paused for a moment, the bitter distant memory of annoyance flickering through his circuits as he saw the plasma cannon of the devastators reap a terrible toll on his troops, while the bolters slapped insistently but uselessly against their armor…and saw accurate sniper and missile fire ricketing his men.. He urged them forward. The Nightbringer…waited.
The necrons were deprived of any targets initially, apparently not expecting long range fire from the marines. They did however succeed in blasting the Rhino out of existence with gauss blasters. They also severely underestimated the power of the Vindicator, which reaped a horrendous toll on them in the initial round. The dreadnought missed miserably on all four shots of its assault cannon.
The necron continued to march forward, some of their number standing again, still moldering from plasma and sniper fire. Those facing the vindicator marched forward, one of their number exploding in a field of metal shrapnel from the castellan mines, but began to slowly reassemble itself.
“Forward! We must force a decisive end!” Dantress snarled, rushing in the direction of the necron lord, assisted by his own command squad and the tactical squad… Two wraiths shot out from the necron lines for the sniper team hidden in the skeletal tower of the eldar city. They were rapidly cut down by sniper fire, one of the wraiths pitched forward…slowly reaching for its components to complete its repairs when a frag missile smashed down upon it. Gauss flayers tore at Brother Erestes, the dreadnought none the less charged into the enemy ranks as his close combat arm was blasted into non-functionality. The assault marine sergeant flew into his foes at the same time, striking out in great zeal with his powerfist, but with questionable accuracy. The ctan snarled, calling upon its preternatural powers and sending out a wave of energy at the frontal armor of the Stern Reprimand but the Vindicator held, undeterred.
The necron player was having trouble finding a suitable target for his flayers, since all of my juiciest targets were out of his range. The necrons staring down the vindicator did succeed in killing off 7 of my 8 man assault marine squad, and their sergeant after passing his last man, went for a suicidal attack. I wanted to hold up necron movement so they couldn’t flank. Having the dreadnought’s close combat arm blown off was a major p.i.t.a. as well, but he still would be able to hold them in assault long enough for my other teams to get up and finish them off…or so I thought.
The Nightbringer glared across the field…it had allowed its minions far too much leeway. It charged forth, sending a petulant strike of energy into the tower, causing one of the scouts to become reduced to a flaming pile of basic components, before crashing towards Brother Erestes. The necrons opened fire on the vindicator; the destroyer’s leveling their mighty gauss armaments at the tank, its outer structure shook, and the crew within were knocked away from its controls…
“Death comes,” Brother Erestes intoned quietly through his speakers, before the nightbringer crashed into him, ripping him asunder. The lesser necron took this opportunity to retreat backwards while the Nightbringer charged implacably into Captain Dantress’ squad.
“Redeploy, Sergeant, we will retain this creature here!”Dantress shouted over the soundless dyne accompanying the nightmare construct.
Dantress launched himself at the Nightbringer, landing accurate strikes that would’ve rent a lesser creature apart.
Sergeant Grenn nodded and motioned for his tactical squad to rush to reinforce the Vindicator, as another line of castellan mines smashed inaccurately into the area near the Nightbringer. The vindicator’s demolisher cannon roared defiantly as the machine spirit unleashed its rage, blasting one of the upstart Destroyers out of existence, along with some of its lesser kin.
The Nightbringer snarled and scythed through the upstart humans, cutting them apart, and sending Dantress’ corpse flying to smash messily against the broken nearby structures. Reclusiarch Kirke and Sergeant Isten struck at the personification of death, with little affect.
More necrons disappeared beneath the glorious haze of plasma fire from the devastators and the redeploying elements of squad 3. Battle-Brother Scahl screamed in agony as his plasma gun overloaded, venting plasma across him, but it was quickly scooped up by one of the surviving marines.
The fat hit the fryer when the nightbringer essentially leapt on me, he was much faster then I expected him to be. In the course of one turn’s worth of assault phase my dreadnought was dead and my command squad all but decapitated. Still, the necron player noticed (after my shooting phase) he was starting to severely hurt for necrons.
The necrons on the right flank resumed marching forward, gauss flayer lancing out ineffectually at Tactical Squad 3 while the cannons were similarly useless in penetrating the armor of the Stern Reprimand. The necron lord, stayed where he was, seemingly bolted to his position.
The Nightbringer’s body shuddered but was unharmed as Sgt. Isten struck it with his powerfist, before being swatted away like a fly. Chaplain Kirke was knocked back, the ctan’s scythe cleaving his body in two… It began to move towards Tactical squad 3…
Kirke snarled out the fifth litany of detestation as he raised his bolt pistol, raking the rear of the ctan uselessly, but causing it to turn and regard the Chaplain’s last moments…before glaring back at the tactical squad…seeming disgusted at itself for being distracted…
The necrons behind it launched their flayers into the Devastator squad, killing only the sergeant, but driven on by the titanic sight of their leaders’ sacrifice, the devastator squad unleashed a terrible hail of fire upon the necrons, blasting more of them apart…they would not rise.
The vindicator fired another shell, this one going astray and demolishing another of the destroyers in a sudden burst of metal as the tactical squad unleashed a spectacular rain of fire, totally eradicating the remaining necrons on the right flank.
The Nightbringer charged forward at the Tactical Squad, and they turned to face it, screaming, “THROUGH DEATH!!”
It never arrived, disappearing with its minions as night finally fell over the field.
Sergeant Grenn nodded solemnly at the sacred field of battle, “Absolution.”
Space Marine Victory, by wide margin. Apparently I receive maximum possible victory points in the event of necron phase out, a fact which was new to me (I’m not complaining mind).
That damn vindicator was inexplicably invincible, mostly thanks to the Nightbringer rolling really, ridiculously crummy on its ranged attacks. If he hadn’t only rolled 1 inch in his advance after wiping out the command squad, I doubt I could’ve knocked the necrons down to phase out.
It was also the necron’s player’s first time dealing with so much plasma and a template he had no armor recourse against.
Frankly, I think I was damn lucky. It was white knuckles the entire time.
Sorry for the spam, hope you enjoyed.
(Changed the font, as requested. Lets see if Verdana is better.)
Last edited by Spook2k5; January 31st, 2007 at 12:14.
Im sorry, but you are going to have to change the font before i can read it lol, very painful on the eyes.
"In dedicato imperatum ultra articulo mortis"
I can honestly say that the Necron list here has the smallest amount of crons i've seen in any game over 1000 pts. I don't think I would ever field an army at 1500 pts with a NB and Lord. That is way too many points for an army of this point size, and Necrons need all the units they can get to prevent phase out.
I thought the same when I looked back on it. I know he had two big gluts of necrons, and he said his phase out number was 7. I extrapolated from that (1 necron lord, 3 destroyers, + whatever amount of necrons) since I didn't have his list on hand. On the table my eyes were on the ctan I admit, and I didn't count how many necrons I was killing til the last few turns (I was just glad to see them getting steadilly diminished).
Is it some aspect of WBB that he had to walk his folks base to base? The plasma cannon was regularly threatening about 5-7 of his necrons because they were so tightly packed not to mention the Demolisher cannon.
The only real reason to keep your necrons close together is to make sure they are all within the range of the Res Orb. Continuing to keep them close together when your opponent is hitting you with blast templates is just a stupid move on the part of the necron player. Then again, judging from the army list(if its even close to being accurate), I would say that the necron player was either new or even worse than I am
I think it was close to the 'new.' I'm not precisely a vet myself though.
He kept telling me how great the Nightbringer was, how awesome it was, how it was going to kick my ass, etc, etc.
I figured 'feh, I've seen scarier hive tyrants. I'll just try to phase him out.'
...I learned some new respect for the ctan after he basically immolated my command squad in one fell swoop. I don't even get invulnerables against the guy? Sheesh.
I do wonder how expensive that thing was, I'll need to actually read the crunchy parts of my necron codex.
Without giving anything away, it's about twice as expensive as the average tyrant.