40K: Kevät 2012

[Entrooppi]

Gah! Turnaus-teemu! Pitäsköhän luovuttaa vaan samantien kun menee näin kovatasoiseksi :D

Huomauttaisin vielä noista Forgen kamoista, että niillä on tarkoitus tuoda variaatiota, eikä juustokuorrutusta. Näin ollen sopiva figu täytyy olla. Hyvät conversiot käy, kuten aina.

[IRiaD]

Gah! Turnaus-teemu! Pitäsköhän luovuttaa vaan samantien kun menee näin kovatasoiseksi :D

Pelko pois, lupaan olla hellä. En ole mitenkään ihmeellisen kovatasoinen :3

[DraSa]

Memoria Sanguis jatkaa kamppanjointiaan Ashkelonissa. Atropoksen Kuurian Kolmas Notaari, Veli Natanael saapuu paikalle maahanlasku joukkoineen.

Eli Joni Tanskanen- BA

[dewil]

Jesh! Kommando nobi tiskissä, nyt pitää miettiä =)

[Entrooppi]

Tässä liigassa tulen luultavasti hinkumaan kaikki armeijalistat kerralla säästääkseni hermojani.

[1tyyppi]

Laittakaas miutkin mukaan:
Erkka Karvinen - skulls of mutation demonit

[messerah]

Miekin ilmottaudun elikkäs

Miika Kettunen - Khefrem dynastyn avaruuden luurankopojat.

[Entrooppi]

Virallinen osallistumislista on nyt Fantsulla ja voi myös käydä suorittamassa 5 euron osallistumismaksunsa.

[Timmon]

Tiedoksi liigaväelle että tuo sekava armeijavalintani on nyt selkiytynyt. Tuon liigaan IG:n, Haruukian 415th Regiment of Foot.

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The Beginning

"And on this blessed day, you have followed your hallowed ancestors to the service of Emperor and Imperium of Man. Stand firm against the alien, weed out the heretic and abolish the demon, always following the orders of your lawful superiors. Do this, and you will bring more glory to your familes, to the Republic of Haruuk, and to the eternal Master of the mankind. Fail in this, and you will be chastised unto death, your kin will be despised, and your world will bow in shame."

"Thank you Mr. Speaker. Attention! Salute the Republic!"

"At ease. Take a good look around. It is unlikely in extreme that you should ever see the beatiful forests, lush hills and glimmering lakes of Haruuk ever again. Though, you cannot see them here at the smoke spaceport either, but try to picture it.

For your life will now change. You will head for greater wonders, perhaps for higher glories, and most likely for an early death. Dont worry, Administratum Munitorium will certaily pay a good pension for your next of kin... or at least for someone the clerk writing down the sorry details of your demise likes. Your life is now life of a guardsman! I salute you, Guardsmen!"

"Colonel Fuemenne, proceed to embark Haruukian 415th for transport!"

"Sir, yes Sir!"

Heavyweight lifters were promtly filled with nervous Haruukian recruits right out of the basic training. In a display of mechanicus-like effectiveness, space port ground crews of the Haruukian capital, St. Kumanne, together with shuttle and lifter crews of 297th Transport Fleet, managed to "dust off" all forty six newly raised Haruukian regiments, with all (or most) of their shiny just-allocated equipment, in less than seven hours.

The 297th promptly sailed the empyrean, towards the designated rendezvous with elements of Sector Fleet. 297th, and therefore the Haruukian regiments among other Imperial Guard forces it was transporting, was then parcelled out as task forces, along with escorting Imperial Fleet elements.

In due time, all of the task forces formed were sorted out, designated and then directed by Administratum Munitorium to move out as reinfocements, conquest armies and relief forces destined to join conflicts which Imperium of Man was prosecuting all over the Sector.

Only one regiment of Haruukians got lost during this mustering of forces, the 417th, along with four other regiments. Their transports, with a solitary Sword-class destroyer escort, left the marshalling point, and after sailing for five months of ship-time arrived at the outpost of Adeptus Astra Telepathica, in planetless system of Getulavian Promis, on the edge of the Imperial Space. There, the troopers of five platoons of 1024th Vostroyan First-Born Regiment had eagerly awaited for sixteen years their relief from the original six month security posting.

Haruukian 415th, with two of its sister regiments and eight other relatively full-strenght Imperial regiments, sailed for the troublesome system of Ashkelon Prime. As one of the hottest hotspots of the sector, the Ashkelon Incident was again heating up with taint of Chaos and stench of Xenos. Still, the Ordos of Inqvisiotion would not sanction Exterminatus. Therefore, Brotherhoods of the Adeptus Astartes had been duly notified, but three vast continents of the world once classified in Exactus Majoris taxation class required lots of able bodies to occupy, cleanse and pacify. The Guard would march in, and the able bodies in fresh regiments would become veterans, or become just bodies.

[Timmon]

On the way

Engine noise was a constant thrumming at back of your head. Sergeant Rathi Ulvinne had got used to it during the three weeks Haruukian 415th had been on the way, heading for a marshalling of sector forces (at least that was what the mess rumour mill said they were headed to, mostly).

Well... occasionally, while almost sleeping in his portable cot in the huge echoing hold of the transport, Ulvinne was sure he could hear the warp... thingies, scratching at the hull. Even though he had laughed like the rest of the Haruukians, when deck hands of their transport had told them tall tales of ships lost among the empyrean, he was not quite so sure about the warp trip being “good an’ natural part of guard life” as he would have liked. And back in 4th Co, one of the lads had gone looney, or rather raving mad. The comissar had put that one down, he had. No meds or stims for the poor soul. But then, Ulvinne heard the rookie was from Enghenna district, high up in the mountains, and way up in north, and he reckoned most of the Enghenna highlanders were half mad already, what with all the snow and mostly dark for the five months of winter.

“Heijo, Ulvinne! You sleepin at the table, what?” Roihenne, hulking veteran sergeant from the war hardened cadre squad attached to 1st Co landed his considerable bulk on the mess bench almost toppling Ulvinne from his perch at end of it. “Nah. Bit sleepy though. Them lads just snores so loud I cant sleep too well, as this tub of steel makes it echo like a platoon of Chimeras idling.”

“You and that young mousey... eh I mean dashing leftenant of yours, you should really run your lads through some nice an’ warm live ammo trials, in that training bay the colonel had set up. After the dick up with them Astartes in the final manouvers, methinks you need that. Would help you with that snoring thing too, I betcha you can sleep after all the nose wiping, hand holding and yelling you’d need to do, ha!” Roihenne smiled while voicing his advice, but somehow Ulvinne got the impression the veteran sarge did not think any shipboard training would really help the recruits much. Or enough.

Roihenne started to demolish the food pile on his plate, while Ulvinne kept pushing the last, unidentified objects of his “Grabo stake with noodles” around. Thinking back to final training excersice back on Haruuk did kill the last of his appetit...

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[Timmon]

The last day of final excercises of Haruukian 87th Draft started with a suprise: General Groftinne, supervisor of the Draft, announced over the camp modulators that a brotherhood of Astartes, of Chapter Memoria Sanguis, had sent a detachment to assess overall readiness of the newly raised Haruukian Regiments. As part of the assessment, last day’s parade have been cancelled and changed to a series of field combat excersices, ranging in scope from battalion combat teams to platoon size engagements. Haruukian 415th would take part in three platoon-sized excersices, first one taking place at once, in the early autumn morning mist still covering the nearby live-fire grounds.

Sergeant Ulvinne had only just got back to his breakfast, when leftenant Chaasine run to noncom mess yelling for 1st platoon nco’s to drop all and follow him to a briefing with company CO.

Standing panting right behind the leftenant, sergeant Ulvinne had heard most of the hurried briefing captain Huurika gave the first platoon’s increasingly nervous commanding officer.

“Leftenant Chaasine, its best if you combine your squads and assume a blocking position at A4, while getting good fields of fire for you heavies. Comissar Wejkovich might join you to evaluate platoon performance, if my runner finds him fast enough.”
“Question Sir: do we attempt to control objectives at once?”
“No. Colonel told me these Astartes Brothers of Memoria Sanguis prefer lightning strikes, so we will attempt to lure them to strike at our initial positions, which will favor our defense, and only secure the objectives later.”
“And... yes, after you have secured your position, concentrate your LC fire against any mechanized elements. Sheer firepower of the platoon should sweep any opposiotion nicely, Astartes or not. Colonel has assigned a couple of Russes to make breakthrough after you have blunted first push of Astartes, so we will advance and capture at least three of the five objectives with armor support.”
“Yes Sir”
“I will join the rear ranks and add my command squad’s firepower where needed. And I feel that the presense of Colours will keep your men trying harder even if this is only an exercise.”
“Sir, do we have any other support available?”
“As agreed with the Brotherhood, mobile forces can outflank, and will arrive if simulated advance on the flanks is deemed as successful by referees. You can hope for a Sentinal squadron to arrive but don’t count on it early on.”
“Yes Sir, will keep that in mind”
“Any more questions?”
“Sir, no Sir!”
“Emperor’s speed then. Lets make most of this rare opportunity to measure our mettle againts the honored brothers of Memoria Sanguis”

Next to Ulvinne, Sergeant Roihenne spat out his tobacco weed with a loud snort, a look of sour onions on his broad face.

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[Gilaelin]

Jee jee, ilmoittauduttu on ja maksettukin osallistuminen. Joskin fantsun osallistujalistasta poiketen pelailen nyt siis kuitenkin Craftworld eldareilla, enkä suinkaan corsaireilla, vaikka olinkin niin ilmoon kirjoittanut. Totesin, että olisin tarvinnut hyytävät määrät kaikkea forge-höttöä, jotta olisin saanut kokoon järkevän 2k-listan. Kaiken maailman hyppyreppuhaltioitakin olisi pitänyt konvertoida.

Mutta propsit Timmonille pörröämisestä. =) Tulee mieleen nostalgisesti vanhat Swedland-kamppikset, kun porukka vielä jaksoi kirjoittaa. Kunhan kamppis pyrähtää käyntiin, pitänee itsekin kirjoitella jotain Illionin sateenkaarisoturien kommelluksista. Prinssi Kiriell Lathuin on nimittäin ottanut sydämen asiakseen toteuttaa paikallisilla planeetoilla etnisiä puhdistuksia ja hankkiutua eroon pahanhajuisista karvattomista apinoista maisemaa ja aamuisia teehetkiä pilaamasta.

[Timmon]

“Haapie, your fire team, that ridge, setup, now!”
“Yes sarge!”
“Move it! And check your indies, referees will kill all whose indies are not working! LC too!”

Ulvinne was directing his squad to take positions. They had had barely half an hour to fetch the training fire indicators from the Draft armory, fix and calibrate them to lasguns and hevies, and move out three kloms to the designated training area, there to deploy to repel Hostiles of honored Memoria Sanguis brotherhood.

Lt had ordered the platoon to deploy combined in extended skirmish line, at the foot of a rocky ridge line, while the heavy weapons were hauled up on the hill tops to maximize their field of fire. Although the young leftenant looked almost ready to puke from sheer nervousness, Ulvinne had to admit so far his orders had made sense. While the platoon shook itself to a long line, Roihenne’s veterans jogged past, to join the left end of the line. Their well-worn meltaguns looked like nasty business to Ulvinne, and he was glad to have veterans at his flank.

“Heijo, Ulvinne! Keep your lads in line, take your hits and let them honored bastards in power armor close. My lovely rednecks will then toast them up with tank-cookers so nicely their indies will shine red for a month!” yelled Roihenne as jogged past, to take up covered positions on the ridge. Abruptly he stopped as his voxman turned back and handed him the receiver. Ulvinne heard a grudging yessir and then Roihenne cut the link and started swearing and directing his squad forwards, so that they extended the platoon line on the open, with no cover to speak of.

Ulvinne shrugged and went on to check his squads’s LC on the rigde. From up there, he spotted a black clad character moving around on the next hilltop, heading towards the right end of the platoon line. Son of a bitch. That haughty bastard of a comissar, Wejkovich, had apparently been reached in time to make a spooky appearance, mused Ulvinne silently. I wonder if he can “terminate” someone’s indie to motivate the rest of us... and there’s the captain too.

Company CO was having his command team LC set up on the next hilltop on the right while chatting with the comissar, and Regimental Colours slowly unfurled in the light morning breeze.

“Sergeant, is A squad ready?” Startled, Ulvinne turned and saluted leftenant Chaasine, who was picking his way up from the gully between hilltops. His command squad was already sweating carrying their flamers up.
“Sir, A squad in readiness. Indies all set and ready.”
“Excellent. And I see Roihenne is also in postion. Ok lads back to gully, we will support the LB’s when they arrive”

Ulvinne smiled when he saw the command squad grunts turn and scramble back with Lt. That’s what you get when you volunteer for command team: you get specialist pay, and you get the officer running you up and down and around, never caring how heavy a hell-toy you are lugging on your back.

Lt Chaasine seemed a little lost, almost wandering around in the gully, no doubt hoping th LR’s would be here alredy. Nothing is so reassuring as a multikiloton plasteel monster with helluvabig gun on your side, though Uvinne as he headed back down to join the line. But be that as it might, the platoon grunts of alfa, bravo and charlie, with victor of Roihenne, were in nice, loose firing line. All the five supporting LC’ s of the platoon, counting Roihenne’s and company CO’s veterans, were in good positions behind the platoon line, with good fields of fire, covering most of the designated training area.

Let the honored brothers of the astartes come and...

A long, ripping, chest-pounding bass sound, with high keening overtures, ending in a very big and very flat bang. And flash. Dirt was flung up right in front of the centerpoint of the Haruukian platoon line. Smoke and dust billowed outwards from a tall object that had suddenly appeared. Plasteel and ceramite tortuted with hell-heat of re-entry crackled, a series of bangs, now almost inaudible after the initial sound shock, then huge hatches blowing down from the... thing. And something walking out...

And then, gritty, ancient, half-mechanical voice: “I serve the brotherhood. I have come to teach you” .

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[1tyyppi]

Hei, en valitettavasti pääsekkään kun on koulun kanssa tarpeeksi tekemistä.

[Entrooppi]

Pari armeijalistaa tuli jo, mutta laitoin nyt nuo ohjeet niiden tekemiseen tuonne ylös. Kannattaa armeijalistan lähettämisen jälkeen katsoa sähköpostia parina päivänä, koska sinne tulee kitinää jos jotain on vialla (toisesta lähetetystä listasta tuli jo). Lisäksi varmistakaa nyt se formaatti ja se, että laitatte ajoissa ne listat. Myöhästyneestä listasta saa penaltyä. Jos joku ei osaa tehdä .rtf -tiedostoa, niin voin pitää ilmaisen kurssin, maksaa vaan 5 euroa.

[Entrooppi]

Älkää myöskään käyttäkö lyhenteitä. Vaikka olenkin uskomattoman fiksu ja käytännössä kävelevä tietosanakirja ja komeakin vielä niin en silti muista/hoksaa kaikkea ja lyhenteet hidastavat listojen tarkistusta. Ei siis näin: 3 x TH 2 x LC, vaan näin: 3 x Thunder Hammer & Storm Shield, 2 x Twin Lightning Claws.

Kannattaa myös tarkistaa ne omat listanne kerran tai jopa pari.

Ja huomatkaa myös se, että jokainen valinta pitää näkyä listassa. Eli jos teillä on vaikka Vehicle mihin saa Multi-Meltan tai Heavy Bolterin niin listassa pitää suoraan lukea kumpi ase siinä on. Niitä aseita, jotka kuuluvat hintaan ei kuitenkaan tarvitse merkata, jos niissä ei ole vaihtoehtoja.
Eli siis esimerkiksi:
Imperial Guard Leman Russ Battle Tank
Weapons:
Turret Mounted Battle Cannon
Hull Mounted Heavy Bolter

Tämän voi merkata vain Leman Russ Battle Tankina. Jos hintaan kuuluva Heavy Bolter vaihdetaan ilmaiseen Heavy Flameriin, niin se täytyy merkitä.

[Timmon]

Loud gurgling sound brought Ulvinne back from his not so pleasant memories. Roihenne, having totally annihilated the food pile on his plate, was now emptying his canteen, apparently in one go. A loud burb completed the process.
“Well, Ulvinne, at least your platoon nailed that huge walker-thingy astartes, eh?”, mused Roihenne almost softly, no doubt content after eating well, or at least eating a lot. Smug bastard, thought Ulvinne. Its easier to smile when your part of the “dick up” was fully and completely someone else’s dick up.

When the unbelievably noisy and, Ulvinne had to admit, unbelievably scary Astartes war machine had landed practically on top of the combined platoon, the excersice started go rapidly downhill from the Haruukian viewpoint.

The dreadnought had cycled its frag cannon, and then actually sprayed the astonished guardsmen next to it with sticky red paint. Well it was better than real flamethrower promethium, but not much. The referees had right away declared their judgement, with indies of a full dozen of Haruukians putting on the red light of simulated death. Captain Huurika had kept his head, though, and ordered the combined platoon to bring that dreadnought down. The torrent of Lascannon shots and plasmabolts of special weapons troopers had wrecked the large walker (at least in the eyes of the referees) before it cound bring its heavy close combat weapons to bear.

In the end, that moment of coolheaded thinking had not saved Captian Huurika from a very through reaming by the Colonel. Choice pharases Ulvinne had heard outside the old man’s tend included “deployment tight as virgin from a convent” “waiting passively like an already roasted turkey” and “standing up like a spare cock at the wedding”. Red faced Huurika had then curtly picked up Leftenant Chaasine, and given him a very good yelling to. Leftenant had then positively screamed at the platoons sergeants (while the veterans, led by Roihenne, had already been at the cantine). And in time honored fashion, the sergeants had then set their squads to attend to various not so glorified menial assignments which had suddenly flooded the 1st company from the regimental headquarters.

Ulvinne also thought that digging in at the ridge had been a mistake, but not apparent at that time. The Astartes, contrary to the expectations, had not deployed from the skies (apart from the honored dreadnought brother), but instead closed in moving from cover to cover. Most of the combined squad, or what was left of it, didnt get to draw bead on the slyly approaching hostiles.

And the Russes. Both heavy weight battle tanks were supposed to move in behind the infantry screen, but in his haste to deploy, Captain Huurika had instructed Leftenant Chaasine to deploy too soon, without leaving adequate manover space for the tanks. Then, the senior noncomm leading the tank section had decided to value mobility over the grunt screen, and boldly driven on the open. And right in front of the melta touting Astartes, who had closed lightning fast with their jump packs. LR’s had got off no more than one hasty shot from their main gun each, bowling over two or three of the Astartes brothers, before being whitted down to simulated hulks by melta hits and power fists.

After that, the central Astartes squad, which had kepts its distance while suffereing next to nothing from the platoon’s fire, had closed in. Led by their spooky Librarian, a whirlwind with a warp-crackling weapon, they had engaged the platoon.

Close combat with the indies was cumbersome to say at least, but not one of the Haruukians doubted that the referees had been rather too kind than too harsh to them. Well except Comissar Wejkovich, who in any case was not a Haruukian, and had to hang on because he had the red sash.

Wejkovich had rallied the guardsmen after the initial assault, but try as they might, the platoon was soon shattered, referees putting up ambers for those barely maimed and reds for the outright kills. More than anything, Ulvinne had been convinced that if he ever had the bad fortune to face Astartes or their perverted chaos kin on the real battlefield, the last thing he wanted was to go hand-to-hand with them. Full auto and more energy clips, that would be the only way to survive.

And then, right when the Astartes had bounded up to the ridge to engage Company command squad, as a last joke the Sentinels assigned from the regiment’s recon co. had finally shown up. Well, they had tosted a couple of brothers (according to the referees), but, Throne, only by using their anti-tank hunter killer missiles!

A complete wipe out, not even one objective having even temporarily been controlled by the Haruukian 415th. As complete a loss as can be achieved. It would not be hard to guess how that engagement would be counted when Chapter Memoria Sanguis would deliver the readiness assessment report of the Haruukian draft to the Administratum Munitorium officials.

“Eh, at least we got back to lunch before it got too cold, didnt we?”, said Ulvinne, eagerly seeking a silver lining, however thin.

“Yeah. An perhaps next time that young mousey of yours remembers how far tank-cookers of my rednecks can reach. I sure as hell wont charge out of the good cover to garden lawn for nothin’ if the hostiles really mean business, orders from a Lefty or no.”

I bet Comissar Wejkovich would have something to say about that, thought Ulvinne. But hopefully only after blowing out brains of anyone giving such a stupid order in the first place.

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[Entrooppi]

Ehdottomat propsit meikäläiseltäkin Timolle pörröstä. Koitan josko laittasin tonne toiseen ketjuun myös vähän pörröä yleisestä tilanteesta.

P.S. Miksi englanti? Sinänsä miulle ihan sama, mutta jäin vaan ihmettelemään.

[Timmon]

No meinasin heittää tuosta koosteen dakkadakkaan, laajemmille yleisöille. Jostain tuli mieleen. Ja sitten edellisen liigan mariniien kanssa tuntui että alkuperäiskieli olis jotenkin paremmin avannut tilannetta ja sopinut tyyliin. Ne aiempien liigojen örkkiraportithan oli taas sitten sellaista fingelskan sekaista.

Hyvä jos teksteistä on iloa tahi hupia. Jos tuntuu Lauri että sotkevat tämän ketjun niin voin kyllä heitelle ne omaan topicciinkin, ei vaan tullut heti mieleen.

[Entrooppi]

Hyvä jos teksteistä on iloa tahi hupia. Jos tuntuu Lauri että sotkevat tämän ketjun niin voin kyllä heitelle ne omaan topicciinkin, ei vaan tullut heti mieleen.

Ei toki, paa vaan tähän. Mie paan sit yleispörrön tonne toiseen.