TURN ONE- Orks: The Warboss gave the command to start the attack by gunning his trukk full speed towards the enemy. He had just enough oomph in his engines to sneak in under cover of the trees and out of sight of the Demolisher beyond the next rise-- leaving only the Hellhound and the Chimera to worry about.
Somehow, someone confused the Stompa crew, who started out by driving backwards about 6" before finally getting into gear and stumbling out from behind the trees. They were barely able to clear the cover, but they could just see the Baneblade ahead and opened fire with the Stompakannon and the Rippakannon. The Stompakannon shots missed the Baneblade but fell right into the middle of the massed Praetorians, killing over a dozen of them. The Rippakannon was more accurate, and although its shells could only just glance the Baneblade, they did just that-- rocking the huge tank and forcing the gunners to keep down.
The Flash Gitz took up a position on a small hill where they could see the Ogryns and the side of the Basilisk off in the distance. The Freebooter Nob recognized the mercenary Ogryns from campaigns past ("Dat's da one what give me dis hook, arrrgh...") and it was with supreme relish and remarkably accuracy that his boyz opened fire on the Ogryns. Two Ogryns were killed and the third thought better of pulling duty as a screen for the Basilisk. He headed off the battlefield post haste.
TURN ONE- Imperial Guard: The Flash Gitz were a tempting Ordnance-sized target but there were bigger fish to fry. The Basilisk commander called in the coordinates and the crew cranked up the big gun, sending a shell high into the air. It fell with devastating accuracy onto the Battlewagon to the south. The Battlewagon was destroyed along with about a dozen unfortunate Slugga Boyz. The Command Chimera guarding the south flank opened fire on the bikes, killing two of them. The Mortar Crews fired north over their own tanks, hoping to stop the Warboss and his trukks, but the trukks moved too fast for Mortars to track.
The Ratlings calmy took aim at the bloodthirsty Kommandos bearing down on them, killed two of them, then sighed in resignation as they kept on coming. Such was the life of a Ratling. They let out a small cheer when the Iron Chimera rolled out from behind the trees and set its multilaser singing into the trailing trukk. The trukk was smashed to pieces, three boyz were killed in the wreck, and the rest fell back. Then the real fun began, as the Hellhound drove a nasty broadside across the two remaining trukks, destroying them both. The Warboss lost his Mek and Oilers in the explosion, but rallied his Nobz and readied to charge. The trukk boyz were just fine-- they all bailed out of the smoking wreck and prepared to take out the Hellhound.
