Week 3 Tau Narrative

[IncubiLord]

The narrative portion of all Tau battle reports should be posted here until next week's thread is set up.

While you can choose to play the campaign with a more strategic focus than narrative, your report still requires a story (which does matter, so write something). Remember also that narrative is for advancing the story, not giving a dry, blow-by-blow account of your game.

[easye]

Week 3- Battle 1

Lord Varlis had met with the guerilla commander himself. He had assured him that the Orks would be there, and they had been right. These brutes had dropped from the sky a few days previous. The guerrillas quickly infiltrated their camp, sabotaged every truck they could get their hands on, and fled. They then scattered the parts around a nearby stream. The orks had found out, and followed.

And the “Wardogs” were waiting. Lord Varlis keyed watched his command monitor intently. The green horde moved forward with the smaller ones in front. They came on in a tight column, searching the ground for their missing parts. It wasn’t long before they noticed the silhouettes of the tanks in the morning light. He watched as rockets spiraled towards him and fell short. A group of cannons roared, and their shells went wide.

Lord Varlis checked the position of the rest of his units, before giving the command attack, “Wardogs, engage.”

The symbols on his command monitor began moving forward. His gunners opened up, and the roar of heavy bolter and Auto-cannon reverberated in the tank. The weapons fire ripped into the green tide, but still they moved forward. The crash of a battle cannon sent several of the little ones skyward. Other units began circling around the flanks to encircle the foes.

He would have been pleased with the trap that he had set for the skins, except that his tank was the bait. Ork rocket fire blasted the ground around him, and debris pattered off the hull. The entire machine rang as a cannon shell bounced of the armor on the turret. His command screens flickered for a moment from the impact. The tank’s crew compartment was filled with curses, as a track was ripped from the beast. The right side heavy bolter was mangled from the Orks’ fire, and a layer of acrid smoke clung to the air.

“By my land’s! Blow Smoke!” He hadn’t been expecting such a savage beating from those savages. A grey wall surrounded them.

He took a moment to glance at the command screen, and saw that the trap was working. However, he wasn’t sure he would survive the experience. His scout tanks had managed to cross the river and set-up a crossfire. They were supported by a armored fist on one flank, and a Hellhound on the other. Lord Varlis was grateful to see the angry red dots that represented the ork cannons disappear after a blast of promethium from the Hellhound. The guns from his own tank continued to pound the orks.

The interior of the Exterminator rang again as another ork rocket bounced of the front glacis and spiraled away before exploding. As the defensive smoke cleared form around the tank, the orks were falling back in disarray. They bellowed their angry taunts as they went. Lord Varlis knew that in such a disorganized state, they would now be easy targets for the guerrillas to wipe out.