All aboard the Battle Bus, this is a one-way trip to victory, liberation and the total annihilation of the Scourge race... Please mind your step as you disembark and have a pleasant war. Humanity's fighters have a rich history of converting civilian vehicles into improvised military machinery. When the need to move large numbers of troops is required, a Battle Bus is the solution. Check out the scale image below to see how this vehicle will look next to a standard UCM trooper.

Once civilian public transports, they are now armoured up and equipped with practical additions such as extra doors, steel bars, and reinforced bumpers. Each bus has room for several soldiers with a maximum of 20 per bus in your games of Battlezone Commander, though you'll want to disembark them rapidly to avoid being an easy target for enemy tanks. Whilst they are extremely rapid on a battlefield, the lack of weaponry makes them vulnerable when surrounded. For any commander wishing to deploy a Battle Bus, we'd recommend you pair it with several Gun Technical flatbeds or Jacksons to form a fleet of rag-tag mobile fighters.

Today is our final day of 2025's TTCombat Advent Calendar, so let's end with something big! A new wave of daring admirals have been making a name for themselves and soon we'll be able to rally around their banners. We could talk about the actions of the many, but let's focus on the daring exploits of possibly the craziest Resistance admiral Dropfleet Commander has ever seen.

Guy Fawkes, Parliament and its many successors

Guy Fawkes (clearly not his real name) is infamous for one thing—blowing battleships to smithereens with massive fire ships. His small, eager crew of plastique-happy privateers are backed by a personal deep-space shipyard kitted out for packing ships with explosives and armouring them up enough to survive a one-way charge towards any enemy of any sufficiently flushed benefactor. Fawkes prefers old colony ships as candidates, given their cavernous holds. To their creaking frames, his engineers affix laughably thick frontal armour plates, having freed up mass by tearing out crew quarters, weapons, spares, and anything needed for long-term operations.

In combat, Fawkes flies his ship-sized munition personally alongside an insanely loyal, or just insane, skeleton crew. They all jump ship in escape pods at the last possible moment, coordinating with a nearby friendly vessel to collect them so they might do it all again another day. He’s currently on Parliament XIII with no indication he might retire for the quiet life among his explosively gotten gains.