"Vahl'Dredd, take Brother Karak and that upstart, Rilyn and remove the machine presence from my jungle. Take the Templars with you, and any others you may need. Those creatures deserve neither to be called human nor to be absorbed into our ranks. Remove them, completely. Destroy them, utterly. Leave no scraps, wires, nor flesh."
"Yes, my lady. I understand, and will obey. I will not fail."
"I know you won't."
Jungle Fight - Level 4
12" Visibility
Combat Fatigue -2 (-2RC, -2CC)
750 PC
Cybertronic - John "Archer" Tinney
1 Squad of Chausseurs
5 Troopers
1 Sergeant
1 Squad of People's Vounteers
4 Troopers with Rebreathers
1 Sergeant with Rebreathers
2 Squads of Machinator Mk I's
5 Troopers
2 Squads of Attlias
2 Atillas
1 People's Volunteer Captain
Ilian - Dave "dmcgee1" McGee
2 Squads of Templars
4 Troopers
1 High Templar
2 Squads of Brass Apocalypts
2 Troopers
1 Praetorian Behemoth
1 Nepharite of Ilian
Dark Lightning
Void Phase
Dimensional Storm
Karak the Keeper
Vahl'Dredd
Dark Lightning
"They are near. Do not hold back the brute. Let the beast destroy their forces, then we will swarm what remains. They are machines, and know not the ways of war. They will fall quickly, and Ilian will reward us."
"My lord, they may be machines, but they will fight. They will not have fear of us. They will not cower."
"Not all of them tick. Some breathe. They will cower. Their constructions will be without direction. Victory is not anly assured, but so much so that I will allow you to live, in spite of your insolence, just so that you see that I am right."
"My humblest of apologies, my lord - I meant no disrespect."
"When you've learned what respect is, you may realize the inanity of your statement."
"Sire, they've commenced. Your orders?"
"Kill them all. Leave nothing left of them - nothing."
The behemoth crashed into the People's Volunteers, swinging wildly, but causing few casualties. Rilyen unleashed a Dimensional Storm, only to see it drift dangerously close to his leige. He let it dissipate and instead chose to call forth Dark Lightning. It fizzled.
"Need I remind you that the little pink bunny makes rechargeables?"
"No, sire, allow me to try again." Rubbing his feet furiously upon the ground, the nepharite tried, yet again, to command electricity. The ions had other designs.
Vahl'Dredd decided to rely upon more material things, and fired his machine gun. Those that peered out of the fog were met with raining projectiles. As if on cue, Karak appeared, adding to the thunderous staccato.
"This, my lord, is fun."
"Watch your back, Brother Karak. The trees clank and whir."
"They surround us, lord."
"Good, right where we wan them."
"Ahhhh - bees!"
"Steel yourself and fight - they, too have stingers, but their's are hot!"
"My lord, I think I've finally got the hang of it!"
"No lightning! Fight with your sword, we are too close!"
"Yes, sire."
In the end, it was a great game that went down to my three personalities battling it out with a sqad of Machinators, the PV Captain and a lone Atilla. My nepharite and Vahl'Dred left the battlefield carrying Karak home to be reinvigorated for his next battle. THe machine was eradicated.
While being surrounded by four machinators, Karak managed to make approximately twenty saves to remain fighting. My Nepharite (PW 16, 4 AC) probably managed as many failures with Dark Lightning, so it balanced out.
Vahl'Dredd and the Nepharite had only 1 and 2 WD left, respectively, and that is how it ended.
