Zak and Kale move down one of the hallways, they take a bit of time fuddling with the door lock, but manage to open it up, revealing a patrolling Imperial soldier on the other side.
Aine quickly darts past them, striking with blinding speed as she drops the guard silently.
“This way, Craftworld whelps!”
Brizelya, meanwhile, leads Gilgard and Lothfalas with her down the other corridor.
The Chaos warband moves down the hallway in a clump, nothing exciting…yet
An inquisitive guard decides to patrol in the Eldar’s direction.
Gilgard and Lothfalas rush forward to deal with him as Brizelya flies deeper into the prison.
Aine finds herself wondering why she agreed to lead the Dark Eldar and let Brizelya lead Gilgard and Lothfalas…still, she supposed it was one way to keep an eye on the deceitful creatures.
Hacking open a door, the Chaos warband enters the inner section of the prison.
Plasma and other firepower is launched at a rather dense guard…even with Mad Harriet’s heavy weapon, the guard doesn’t even notice as bullets spark off bulkheads and a plasma burst sears past his head.
“Well…the old fashioned way then?” Offers Malik.
“Ya-ha!” Agrees Harriet, the two of them rush at the guardsmen, beating him down in moments.
“Okay, the best use for my heavy weapon is clearly as a club.”
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Harriet."
Here we can see the Chaos player being so very nice by sending a few more Guardsmen towards the Eldar incursion in the right side of this picture. You can also spot how close Lady Aine and her DE escorts are to the Chaos Warband…fireworks waiting to happen?
Despite the Eldar player’s best intentions, this sentry falls just *slightly* short of spotting Harriet.
However, another guard decides to step through a door right in front of the blood drenched Klaus, the Butcher.
“What the deuce!?!”
“Um…male stripper, it’s your birthday?”
The alarm is raised.
“Yeah, I wouldn’t have believed that line either,” Klaus shrugs.
A guard responding to the alarm in the southern quadrant blunders right into the Eldar line, Lady Aine notes her displeasure…via a claw to his face.
“Filthy vermin of the galaxy.”
Gilgard and Lothfalas, Dire Avenger exarchs, guardians of their race and its ancient ways, a race that has conquered the stars, shaped the genetics of the cosmos, and altered the reality of the Warp…are bested by the complicated system known as “a locked door”
“No, try twisting and *then* pushing.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re supposed to pull…no?”
“Hahahaha!” Brizelya sweeps past a guard before shooting him in the back while the klaxon alarms sounded. “Thank the Dark Muses, the time for stealth is over, LET’S KILL EVERYTHING!”
“Welcome to Nyx’s embrace…” Deacon Frost coldly cuts down one of his former allies.
Meanwhile Klaus rips the arms off one guardsman and beats him to death with them while Silas guns down another. Chaos don’t need to sneak around, Chaos just gonna murder everything! (and, yes, the stealth portion of the game lasted about…oh, two turns. Now it’s bloodbath time.)
Malik and Harriet make a dash for the central control computer, figuring if they can get to it they can lock down the facility and help power through an escape.
This Guardsman blazes away with his rifle, but only seems to annoy Klaus.
Malik faces off with one of the guards at the computer.
Meanwhile, Lady Aine and the DE arrive to find Deacon Frost finishing off a Guardsman.
“The mon’keigh…so typical, they grow bored and start killing themselves.
Frost spins around, “ah…the Eldar are here, how pleasurable. I will take great joy in peeling you apart layer by layer.”
“We have conquered the dread ‘door’ now we can try to stop the Chaos agents heading for the computer!”
An overview of the situation.
Guards rush to deal with the Chaos forces in the lower left. Meanwhile Brizelya sweeps in for the goal in the lower right. In the center you can see the two groups moving in for control of the computer.
Brizelya is already almost to the prison room.
All the factions vie for the computer control as well.
Aine fires her claw gun at Frost, but he deflects the shots with his blade, he then grins at her.
“Is that all you have, sad little Exarch?”
“Nah,” Kale steps forward and raises his shredder, “we also have this.”
A blast of deadly monofilimant wire tears down the hall.
Frost is torn to pieces, but climbing out from inside him comes a new, even more horrid foe, a daemon of Slaanesh. Eldar and Dark Eldar alike grip their blades and steel themselves for battle.
Her deadly dance weakens the minds and skills of the Eldar as Miroir springs to the assault.
Klaus grabs the guardsman and head-butts him repeatedly until blood splatters the walls.
“The Imperial Guard, the only way you guys would be more pathetic was if you had a stupid name, like ‘Space Army’ or something.”
Malik cuts apart his foe, though Harriet’s shooting fails to drop the other guard.
“You will not find the Radiant Scorpion so easy to best, foul daemon!”
Aine and Miroir engage in a deadly an dbeautiful duel, each holding their own against the other. Indeed, Aine’s Mandiblasters actually manage to wound the daemon.
A Guardsman fells Silas, and a daemonette springs forth from his body, eager to add to the mayhem.
The ‘Nette and Klaus advance down the hallway, already mere paces from Diyneer.
Another Guardsman rushes to the sound of the alarms, he spots Klaus storming away and fires into his back, felling the Red Butcher (who fails to generate a daemonette…clearly a Khorne guy.)
“Gilgard, things are getting…complicated.” Lothfalas ducks as more guards appear, their lasrifles flaring as they fire upon him.
More lasers snap out, glancing off the fine Incubi warplate. Zak considers the new threats, but finds them wanting.
“Kale, deal wih them, I’ll handle the daemon.”
“Sounds like a good deal to me.” Kale steps back as Zak advances.
“Show me a problem, and I’ll show you something that can be solved by the judicious use of monofilament.” Kale fires his shredder again, claiming two more Guardsmen.
Brizelya impresses everyone by successfully hacking a door.
“Mon’keigh soldiers, and daemon possessed cultists,” noted Lothfalas darkly.
“Yeah, let’s just kill them all,” agreed Gilgard as he leveled his shuriken cannon.
Aine was pinned down by Miroir’s lashing whip swords, but the Incubi, Zak, sprang into the fray without fear. He weaved in and amongst the blades and struck true and hard, felling Miroir and banishing her back to the Warp.
Aine took a break and looked at him carefully for a moment. “My thanks…wretch of the fallen phoenix.”
“You are most welcome, lady,” offered Zak with a polite half bow.
“This is more like it…” Malik hacks into the main computer while Harriet unleashes a wave of firepower down the hall, wounding Lothfalas.
“Oooh…hidden blast doors, that could be useful…”
A door slams shut in front of Gilgard and Lothfalas.
“Doors! Our one weakness!”
“In the Emperor’s Name!”
“Oh, please,” sighed Brizelya, “my father was bored of enslaving planets before your Emperor even managed to claim his first one – how can you expect that thing to impress me?”
Brizelya flies over the mon’keigh, unimpressed by his attempts to halt her progress.
Gilgard and Lothfalas manage to overcome the door, and some creative use of battle focus from Gilgard still sees them both advance towards their foes.
Plasma blasts flit past Zak’s head as he and Aine dismantle more guards.
“This is an amusing distraction,” he notes, “but there seems to be no easy end to their numbers.”
“Agreed, let’s move over to join up with Brizelya.”
Gilgard cuts down the mon’keigh heavy weapon user, only to have a Daemonette spring from her remains. “This is not going well, please tell me you’ve stopped the one hacking the computer!”
“It…is a work in progress,” offered Lothfalas.
Farseer Diyneer had known only darkness, pain, and exhaustion for some time. Now the door to her cell was torn apart by a massive woman wielding a great bladed polearm.
“It makes me sick to think you allowed yourself to be captured by a prey race,” Brizelya snarled, “on your feet, we’re leaving.”
“Come, dance with me!”
The Daemonette sprints down the hallway, focused on stopping the Eldar escape.
The Daemonettes spring to the assault, Gilgard and Lothfalas vow their blades in service to the craftworld as they do battle. Lothfalas cuts down his Nette with precise skill.
“A little help!” Gilgard barely manages to evade death.
Even as the Daemonette makes ready to leap for Brizelya, a gunshot rings out and it drops to the ground. An Inquisitorial soldier stands their, power sword gleaming in the dark tunnel. Now, xenos, it is you and I!”
Imperial Guardsmen rush around the corner, their lasrifles spewing deadly beams. Lothfalas goes down!
“Pah, you are barely worth my time.” Brizelya grabs the Farseer (doubtless in an epic Frazetta style pose) and lays out the Inquisitorial soldier with a casual backhand. “This meal is almost boring.”
Gilgard and the daemonette continue to dance, he unable to land a blow on her, she, meanwhile, scores a telling blow on him, tearing a hole in his side as she giggles playfully, almost in a flirting way as she pirouettes in front of him.
The Imperial Guard, not too shamed to try, charge into the combat as well, the Daemonette finishes off Gilgard moments before the Guardsmen club her into dissolution.
“One of us needs to slow them down, the other two need to aid Brizelya,” states Aine as she hears through her communication crystal that the Farseer is in hand.
“I agree,” says Zak as he readies his klaive, “leave this rabble to me.”
“Are you sure?” She asks. A sergeant bursts througha doorway, wielding his chainsword as he comes at Aine. She casually guts him. “It will not be easy.”
“If life were easy, it would not be worth fighting for.”
A plasma rifle packing trooper sets up at the end of the hall, firing at Brizelya as she approaches.
“Wretch! I am going to insert that in whatever hole is most handy!”
Aine and Kale fight their way into the hallway, battling Guardsmen and Inquisitorial troopers.
Aine breaks away, after cutting down another Guardsman.
Even as the Inquisitorial trooper aims after her, Kale slips out of the shadows and stabs him in the back.
“Shhhh, give in to the pain, it won’t make it easier for you, but will make it more pleasurable for me.”
Brizelya inserts the plasma rifle into the first available hole.
“More things to break!” She then advances down the hall towards the next Guardsman she sees.
An overall look at the scene.
Brizelya and the Farseer are in the bottom right, heading for the exit off the green room.
Aine and Kale are in the lower left room, planning to join up with her and help fight the way out.
Zak is in the hallway where Gilgard and Lothfalas fell, trying to pull away some of the guards to force them to deal with him.
A large remainder of them are positioning themselves in the hallway to block Brizelya’s escape.
More guards respond to the alarm, rushing to stop the furious Brizelya’s rampage.
The plasma gunner does what plasma gunners do…
“This butchery is senseless,” whispered Diyneer weakly.
“I know, isn’t it grand!?!” Brizelya welcomes the battle.
Aine and Kale rush down the hallway, alert for any more guards.
“Take up positions, those filthy xenos won’t get past us!”
Brizelya kills two more guards and (begrudgingly) waits for Aine and Kale to catch up.
Zak, meanwhile, has become surrounded, as Guardsmen pepper him with lasrifle fire.
Brizelya considers the exit path.
A trio of Inquisitorial Troopers armed with power swords leap at Zak together, believing that weight of numbers will fell the deadly Incubus.
Zak finds their opinion of his skills…troubling.
More soldiers rush Brizelya’s position as Aine and Kale finally arrive.
“About time, I was growing bored. Let’s deal with these vermin, and then cleanse the halls.”
Zak continues his slow walk, soldiers fleeing before him, their lasrifles not even a concern.
“It’s a wonder they ever managed to traverse the stars,” notes Kale as he ducks a power sword, “they have no concept of self preservation.”
“Oh, who knows, sometimes when I bother to listen to their mon’keigh babble they are pleading for their lives!” Brizelya attacks.
The last guardsman in Zak’s path holds the fething line for a few seconds more.
Brizelya butchers a Guardsman and pulls Diyneer down a small side nook to avoid most of the return fire.
“We have no time for this,” Aine guts the soldier and motions for Kale to follow her down the hall.
She rushes to Diyneer’s aid, not trusting the Dark Eldar to be alone with her.
“When you kill like that, how much joy can you have in it?” Kale pauses in his gloating as he hears the sound of charging plasma coils behind him. “Oh…frak.”
“Feel the heat of a thousand suns!”
Kale is blasted out of his boots by a plasma round.
Aine is wounded by a wave of firepower being blasted down the hall at her, but she shrugs it off and continues her own assault.
Zak continues to hold the juncture hall, blocking reinforcements and building walls of bodies under his feet as he battles the Imperial defenders.
Aine makes sure that the plasma gunner pays for harming a superior race.
Brizelya makes pointed use of her hit and run skills to slay enemies or slip around them as she battles towards the exit.
“Just one more room, it should be easy now…”
Zak continues slaying, and slaying, and slaying…
Aine holds a line of her own. “Prepare to face the fury of the Radiant Scorpion!”
The exit room is crawling with soldiers. Brizelya roars as she charges in.
Long story short, she butchered the hell out of half the room and waltzed out the exit as though it were an easy Sunday stroll.
Eldar/Dark Eldar Win!
Subject: Necromunda Kill Team mission w. Dark Eldar 
Thu Jun 12 2014, 22:11
