TURN ONE- Orks: The Ork forces marched into the area with only the vaguest notion of where their enemies were hiding. The Kanz and Grotz marched up from the south side, and were the first to spot the Wraithlord proudly claiming the center of the table. It was too late to warn the Boss and the Trukk Boyz, who came screeching in from the east right into the trap. The Flash Gitz marched in from the northwest and took up a position under the landing platform where they had clear lines of fire to the city center. Their massed dakka took out five guardians before the Warboss rolled up in his looted Rhino.
While the Trukk boyz wondered what they were supposed to do to the Wraithlord, the Boss and his Burna Boyz were having a field day with the Guardians and Banshees who were hidden in the barracks. A couple of the Burna boyz turned up the fuel nozzle, roasting about a half dozen guardians and three banshees. The Warboss let out a mighty Waaaaaagh, charging into the Banshee Exarch, and the boyz piled in behind him wherever they could. The Mekboy hung back a bit and fiddled with his forcefield. If the Boss wiped out the panzees-- and he usually did-- then they needed to be ready to take some fire from those Dark Reapers on the parking structure. Unfortunately, the Banshee Exarch somersaulted gracefully away from the Warboss and landed right beside the Mekboy, easily cutting him in half as she came down. The Boss shrugged and gleefully lashed out at whoever was handy, inspiring his boyz to do the same. They few guardians who survived the onslaught scattered to the winds.
TURN ONE- Eldar: The Warboss and the Banshees fought to a standstill in the barracks assembly ground, with only a few casualties on either side. Hoping to sway the battle back in their favor, the Farseer called on his powers of prophecy to guide the aim of the Starcannon. The shots were enough to immobilize the lead trukk. Seeing the trukk foundering, the Dark Reapers put their shots into the same trukk and blew it to smithereens. The Wraithlord stalked out into the street to greet the survivors.
Had the Wraithlord been more than a lifeless husk for a bitter, ancient warrior, he would no doubt have laughed with glee. In a display of natural selection at its finest, FIVE of the trukk boyz were killed in the explosion before they had a chance to jump to safety. The survivors wisely lined up against the trukk, hoping to use it for cover-- at which point the Wraithlord let loose with a pair of flamers. Only the Mega-Armor Nob was sufficiently armored to survive a twin blast of flame-- and he was quickly flattened by a pair of power fists mere moments later.
