“BEASTS UPON A CAMPFIRE”: A KILL TEAM SKIRMISH

The outlying and shattered industrial districts that encircle the greater density of ‘Beriamus Disdain’ are as the bog of swamps to keep the enemy hordes at bay of a fort atop a green mound of the millennia ages past. The ruined and destroyed factorums, mining complex hubs, over and underground transit rail hubs, and the natural formed, seemingly endless caverns and canyons that crack the planets surface like veins on an aged face make this siege a testament of fortitude to the defenders able to hold it, and the attackers continuously trying to conquer it.

From orbit, they came. The blood red crimson and burnished brass ammunition's of the Blood God. Like shells of wroth spat from the maw of a gargantuan behemoth monster crowned in skulls and the remnants of it’s fallen foes. The Infidel Class Raider vessel, named “Ignis Ira”, launched it’s payload of augmented and tainted super soldiers towards Sector Omega 26. Kill Teams are dispatched to establish key chokes points to set up rally points for the greater forces to come. Allowing better reconnaissance for the wider assault to come. This world would be burned and offered to the god of war and murder, and populations captured to replenish the serfs of the greater fleet, and replenish cult and Jakhal forces. Khrogore Pergenesh, known as ‘Daemonkin’ to those in charge of pointing the Berzerker Champion in a given direction and letting go of the leash, leads his Rampager kill team to establish the initial foothold where the fighting will be thickest. Khrogore has other means of serving his legion beside shedding blood with his own applied fury. Touched by the neverborn under the eye of the blood god, he seeks to taint and mark areas of the planets surface with his blessed righteousness. Should he and his warband achieve his goals, it not allow establishes an initial deployment zone for his brothers in orbit, but also for the Daemons of the warp to translate in to realspace, and offer their blades to the desecration of Beriamus.

High Command within the bastion atop the peak of the central Stronghold where military leadership and the planets Governor and counsel reside, the order came through the crackle of Vox for Masterion and his ‘Sharpshooters’ to be dispatched to the ruins of Sector Omega 26. Jammed and contaminated auspex readings determined that a vessel IS in orbit, and it IS dispatching ‘Ordnance’ to the surface on the outskirts of the capital. Kasrkin squads and scout sentinels are to be dispatched, wide birth while mainting vox range, to ensure if anything is on it’s way, it is to be reported to command imminently. Hold the sector, establish defensive holding positions, and where possible, arm explosives to destroy and reduce access points toward the populated and Militarum defended areas. An Astropathic distress beacon has been sent in to the void. Whether it is picked up will be a miracle. Whether it is picked up by Imperial saviours, or one of the many opportunistic xenos or traitor enemies of mankind, is another matter entirely…

The board is set, the pieces are moving!

The World Eaters fell upon the Kasrkin as a flash of lightning foretells of the coming thunder. Leaping over barricades and through fallen columns and masonry that once heralded this mighty arena of industry. They made for the Imperial mortals as a pack of Wolves on livestock.

”TRAITORS! TRAITOR ASTARTES! HERETICS!”
”Traitor Astartes? There’s no such thing!…”

Branding is important…

The first turn of the game led to established areas of vantage for both sides. The World Eaters began ‘Looting’ their objectives, as the sigils of blood and bone were being committed to establish contact with their daemonic allies of the warp.

The Kasr began fortifying their points of importance, as las snapped, flamers poured and the roar of chain weapons began to drown out the sound of gunfire…

“Objectives… PFFT!”

Turn 2 saw the blood begin to flow. Khrogore made for his worthy foe, Sgt. Masterion. His tainted Chainaxe, wielded by his daemonically blessed arm swung in enormous arcs while the brave sergeant deflected and weaved out of contact, parrying and lunging with his crackling power sword. Both fighters committed grievous wounds on one another, but the hubris of the World Eater was soon checked when another member of the Kasr squad came from behind and dispatched the traitor champion swiftly. He lay on the ground, twitching in seizure, as the butchers nails fought the shock of his wounds and refused to let his brain shut down and die.

As the Sgt gave a thankful thud of his fist on to his fellow soldiers pauldron, mass reactrive bolt rounds thudded and detonated around them, and took Masterion out of the fight as he lay incapacitated beneath shattered rocrete and detritus.

“Foolish mortal. I was there. I was there when the lance struck Istvaan to flame. I was there at Nuceria when Angron walked the Eighth fold path. I was there when the walls of the Imperial Palace withered and died! I WAS THERE WHEN CADIA WRITHED IN DAEMON FIRE AND WAS SPLIT IN HAL…”:

Last recorded speech of Khrogore Pergenesh

The other flank of the battle saw Heavy Bolter fire from Vudax nullify the vantage point of a first floor ruin held by 3 human soldiers. One was immediately turned in to ballast addled paste as their matter exploded and joined the rubble of the battlefield forever. Sharpshooter las fire rained down on the World Eaters below, while the Butcher Rhykhar bounded up the battlefield to meet his foe head on as he charged two soldiers manning a barricade. One brave mortal was immediately sawn in two, and his comrade, for better judgment, retreated to meet his squad mates to form a defensive perimeter against the incoming crazed murderer. A blinded bright green flash was seen from the southern path of the battle, as Jirulak, gunner for the XIIth legion, fired his plasma gun in fury at his foes on the highground. Only to bring the ire of the Gods, when he misjudged his firing pattern, and his Plasma gun violently discharged in his hands. His left armored hand and wrist, now melted between ceramite, flesh and glass from the dust in the air, was now fused to his weapon. Viers the combat Medic dispatched a wounded World Eater with his hot shot lasgun, and raced to an objective to hold it down.

“Alright, biggun!”

Turn 3 saw more souls sent to the next realm. The score was even keel, and wounded fighters were outnumbered the healthier ones. World Eaters continued to desecrate the objectives, Kasrkin while trying to bait the Astartes in to choking lines of fire, secured their positions of power and important objectives. Trooper Ogan launched a torrent of ignited promethium on to World Eater Hezcius, and did nothing but earn the World Eaters respect as he tore the mortals head from his shoulder, and stood fighting until the end. Dekker, the demolitions expert of the Kasrkin, caught the vox of his retreating team from the huge axe wielding Astartes that was baying for blood. Ensuring to catch the World Eaters gaze, he launched his melta mine in the oncoming warriors path, and braced for the explosion within his padded demolition gear. The explosion was heard sector wide. Dust was now the veil for every fighter left in this warzone. Trooper Dansk, positoned his plasma gun on the point of contact, ensured the World Eater must have been destroyed. Only to find a plasma bolt tearing in to his cover, and then in to him as he slumped on to the objective he was holding, dispatched by Jirulak.

Dekker, his visor fogging up from the dust outside, and the misty condensation of his labored breathing inside, rose. Ears still ringing, it was too late for him to defend himself when the battered, wounded Rhykhar emerged from the crator left from the mine thrown at him. Heavy bolter fire dispatched the last the Kasrkin holding the vantage in the building. The western sector belonged to the World Eaters, bar one Trooper, propping himself up against a ruined wall, reciting his litanies to the God Emperor. Viers, the one man battalion, dispatched another World Eater with his hot shot lasgun, tagging another objective as he went. He lamented the loss of his fellow warriors, and his helplessness at not being able to apply aid. But his Emperor loving fury will help him and his brothers win the day!

“Stupid flamer! I had it set to tepid!!!”

The final turn saw the score as World Eaters 6 and the Kasrkin at 6. There were two Imperial Troopers left on the fields, and 4 World Eaters, 3 of which were mortally injured.

The brave and noble remaining trooper, took aim at the World Eater Juggernaut, his face melted to the point it was more skull than flesh, armor panels hanging off and the jagged belt of teeth on his chainaxe roaring throatily from malfunction. He fired ferociously as the Astrates limped and lumbered towards him, and upon catching him with a shot straight to his forehead, took down the beast.
Sadly, his jubilation was kept short, when Heavy Bolter fire and plasma bolts rendered him out of the fight.

Combat Medic Viers, about to be challenged for his objective, and the victory of the battle, raised his weapon and with some keen and dead eye shots, took down Moruman Thadine, who bore the sacred Auxillia of his legion from the days before the heresy. The World Eater slumped to the rubble, and the eerie silence fell upon the sector that told him, the battle was done.

Viers grabbed the vox from his fallen comrade, called in the attack, and within moments, the WOOOOOSH of Valkyrie transports was heard incoming, and in the distance, Sentinel walkers and Chimera transports were kicking up the dust to bring the hammer of the Emperor right to him.

Viers sat against a barricade, propped his gun barrel up next to him, and grabbed a Lho-stick from his satchel. He shakingly put it between his lips and then realized he’d lost his lighter.

Combat Medic Viers. Grand Hero of the Imperium.

KASRKIN-8 WORLD EATERS-7

This was a fantastic game with Dave (Instagram is here). It’s cemented the things about Kill Team I adore, and that my misconceptions about the game being verbose and wordy in its mechanics in interactions could be discarded. We played with no equipment, and no tactical ploys, just the primary mission and our base fighters. It made for an incredibly fun, ridiculously cinematic game where every fighter had a moment that was straight out of a Hollywood blockbuster. Give Dave a follow and some love for his amazing Kasrkin! I’ll get him next time, and Medic Viers with THREE Astarte kills under his belt is going down immediately next time.

Amazing time, thank you Dave!

Peace!

Chris - The Unrelenting Brush