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I am thinking of making the unit from certain town or region of the planet. Ruled by a mayor(me) who is trying to procure more troops and resources. Could write it up fluff style so I am invested in them too. Would a mayor be able to run his own pd?

Righteousrob wrote:
I am thinking of making the unit from certain town or region of the planet. Ruled by a mayor(me) who is trying to procure more troops and resources. Could write it up fluff style so I am invested in them too. Would a mayor be able to run his own pd?

By happy "accident" half the officers are related or family links to the local mayor?
Kind of keeps in quiey

Sorry I don't exactly follow what you mean?

The local mayor uses well placed officers to manipulate the PDF to a greater degree than normal, basicly the family/linked families and interests.

Kind of controlling who gets local commission, promotions and manipulate who suplies food and such.

Ie Col thingy is a uncle
Lt col thingy is his brother
Captain bob is his God son
Cadef Lt mark is his grandson
Senior Sgt thingy is from a famiky married into captain bobs

A family stitch up. One may owe the mayor money, another night be a business interest.
All linked and the mayor is the puppet master

Oh that could work. Would keep with allowing the actualbfighters to be written by the forum.

To please the troops, the mayor has opened his coffers and purchased an aegis line with quad gun and two more chimera for patrols against the orks

Squad Bravo: Sergeant Hemingway and the Bravo Band


The following is a breakdown of the current members of Squad Bravo
  

Thecrowe. That is amazing! I will name everyone under the bases when I get home. This is even better as I have already converted an old empire guy with a lasgun and a horn. I also have lots of guys with drums left. I think I found them a home. Awesome stuff.

Glad you dig it. I figured you'd have musicians to spare. My next squad will be a team of feathered hat enthusiasts. Only kidding.
I'm surprised you havn't got any cavalry on your list. You've gotta have enough horses for two squads of rough riders at least.
Looking forward to hearing how the Bravo boys do in upcoming games.

I actually got a decent price on eBay for the cavalry. It's how i started getting tanks. Actually I just made another vet's squad with shotguns and meltas. Non have feathers but I have plenty of feather guys to make a squad of them

Yeah, I sold my rough riders too. They were rubbish on the table top anyway, but worth selling.

Edit * or maybe I should say I was rubbish at using them effectively on the tabletop.

I created an area of Makara where the PDF will be stationed

http://s1159.photobucket.com/user/robplloyd/media/Makara_town_Terrain_zps8v9uoowz.jpg.html

Looks quite nice. I'm looking forward to seeing how my boys do on the tabletop. Maybe I can think of halfway decent fluff for them while I'm at it.

Company Commander Frerick didn’t like the feel of this mission, the Inquisitor didn’t even introduce himself. He came into the town of Trabalia and demanded the PDF be assembled to scout the Slitro Forest and find whatever he was looking for. The locals were saying that daemons roamed the Forest these days but nothing had been confirmed. The Inquisitors friend with the long rifle and million yard stare put the commander on even further edge.

Fredrick looked over his forces and positioning. To his left were two chimeras loaded with veterans of the PDF. Each had strapped melta bombs to themselves before hoping in the vehicles for the trip. Three autocannons lined the ridge to his far left, the newest members of the PDF he prayed they would hold. That is why he placed Bravo Platoon Command in front of their hill with their flamer. Whatever came their way he hoped the Veterans would hold them off. To his far right the Battle Tank of Ole Jack sat idle waiting, with his its battle cannon ready to fire. His brother Demolisher Tank was positioned in front of the Aegis. Another Chimera with a squad of To his direct left, tucked in behind the Aegis the long rifle man stood looking over the lush green landscape and ruined half town laid out before them. Behind the line and to his direct right were the combined infantry squads of Alpha and Bravo. Sargent Hemingway inspected his troops, ensuring the two missile launchers were primed and ready. Further along the line another squad of autocannon sat ready. Ivan Germanous went amongst the troops, blessing them and providing the Emperor’s protection while Commissar Doyle scowled in the corner, flexing his bonic legs, ensuring the gravity of Makara wasn’t going to cause issues on this mission. In his own Company Command Williard Smith was checking his telescope and communicating with the field artillery back at the city, getting coordinates ready if needed. Wilhelm Katczinsky adjusted the scope on his Lascannon, the heavy gunner had a knack for delivering the heavy punch when needed. The Inquisitor and his pet monkey stood in the middle of the squads waiting and checking whatever the instrument on his wrist was saying.

Right before dawn is when the Rifle Man first spotted the blood red Daemons. Sprinting across the Emperor’s land Fredrick took in what was before him. Racing to the front were three packs of dogs, each group had eight of the blood fiends. Front middle and right they came. The left of the field three giant beasts came crashing through, ridden by daemons. In the middle another beast came only the daemon riding it looked bigger and stronger than its friends. A Chaos marine riding yet another beast led a pack of six gibbering sacks of flesh with multiple arms and legs. Lugging behind the daemons Fredrick could make out two squads of cultists. Fredrick could only hope the high ground and mass fire power could stop Chaos from reaching his lines, if they got amongst his men even he doubted the Inquisition could stop them.

The Inquisitor channeled the warp and put blessing on the autocannons, helping them bend bullets around cover. Fredrick ordered his other autocannon team to pick their shots and ensure no cover was given. Fredrick looked over to Williard and gave him the nod to commence, and waited for the artillery to crash down amongst the mutants Only Williard was far off the mark, throwing dirt and rocks flying into the air. Katcznisky let the Lascannon rip across the field, the smell of burnt air filled his nostrils. Fredrick saw the beam fly up and to the left of the Chaos Marine. Ole Jack let loose with the mighty battle cannon sending smoke back across the lines. Only Ole Jack could do no better than Williard. Ole Jacks battery mate down the line backed up and let loose with the mighty demolisher cannon taking down a few dogs in the middle. Both autocannons squads ripped apart more dogs in the middle of the field. All Chimeras backed away from the dogs rushing towards them. The Rifleman fumbled through his ammo pouch and found what he was looking for and sent one built flying down range. Smashing a beast and its rider to the ground, a small cheer went up as it did not get up.

Thankfully for Fredrick and his PDF force the Daemons lacked all ranged weapons and rushed up the field to come into grips with the Imperials.

The Inquisitor, not knowing his own strength of the Warp cast more powers only to have the Warp backlash and wound him. Knowing he only had a few more moments before his forces were locked into close combat, he ordered his men to ensure no cover was given again only Alenzo did not hear the command so he and his squad failed Fredrick. All three chimeras pushed forward to block the way of the Daemons. Williard again radioed back to the field artillery miles away and missed wide, taking down more of the ruins. Perhaps the rain was playing issues with him as he remembered his crash years ago in the same weather. Ole Jack’s battle cannon went off its mark again as well, but even through the rattling of the machine the hull gunner hit true with his lascannon. Knocking a dog through the wall of a crumbling building. The Demolisher cannon took out more dogs in the middle, while the side autocannon teams turned their fire to the side groups of dogs. More shots found their mark than before and Alenzo’s team made up for missing their order. With the middle pack of dogs down to two members a Veterans squad threw out a demolitions charge and wiped them out. The other Veterans squad did the same on the left and took down two more dogs. Chimeras and missle launcheradded volume to the fire and attempted to take down more dogs, sadly many took the shots and did not die. The Rifleman again took down a beast and its rider. The company command squad let look with the flamer and charge into the dogs, hoping to buy time for the autogunners. Fredrick watched in horror as they squad was ripped to shreds before they could strike back.

The Daemon horde broke is stride and made its plan clear. First Fredrick watched the air by the aegis line shimmer for a minute only for something to happen and suddenly a squad of Bloodletters appeared in the far corner of the field. Again the air shimmered and another squad of Bloodletters materialized from the Warp directly in front of the Aegis and Inquisitor. Only it seemed the Inquisitor knew they were coming and had the combined squads ready for the ploy. Lasguns, bolters and missles flew into the packed squad of Bloodletters, As soon as they had appeared they were gone. The Chaos marine split from his pack of mutants and charged into the Demolisher, his powerfist punching through the armor and pulling the crew out in a bloody pulp. The mutant spawn rushed the Veteran chimera and forced the troops to disembark out the back. The bloodletter herald charged into the chimera to Fredricks right and dumped the flamer squad onto the ground. One pack of dogs to the left rushed past the Chimera and chewed through the Autocannon squad, even though a few went down to overwatching fire. The other squad of dogs rushed Ole Jack’s Leman Russ and wrecked it. The cultists stayed in the back, securing vital routes and even the true chaos lord came in with his Rhino and Chosen. Knowing he had the field, the Chaos Spacemarine shouted a challenge out to the Inquisitor “Best me and we will leave the field you puppet of the Emperor!”

Fredrick knew this battle was lost but kept the fire going, Williard and Wilhelm both missed their marks again. He would have to run more drills if they survived this. The Rifleman fired and took down the last beast and rider on the left. The dumped out squads fired all they could into the hounds surrounding them, meltaguns, lasguns and bolter fire taking a few down. Fredrick knew it wasn’t going to be enough, they would soon be slaughtered to the man if the Inquisitor didn’t do something. He only saw the flash of the man vault himself over the Aegis and charge into the fallen Marine. Both tore at each other, the Marine using his power fist to rip at the Inquisitor and the Inquisitor using his daemon hammer to crush him. As they traded blows the Chaos Lord in the Rhino was gifted by Khorne and became a Daemon Prince.

At this point Fredrick knew the battle was lost, though the mounted Chaos Marine fell to the Inquisitor, the Inquisitor himself was slain. Both his veteran squads were slain and the dogs were in his Aegis line, chewing on the other autocannon squad. He ordered a general retreat across the line, Chaos would take the field, the forest and the Inquisitor.

I apologize for the failure of my Heavy Weapons team to do much damage to the enemy. We will train and do better next time.

Fantastic write-up! I do not feel sorry for the inquisition though!

 War Kitten wrote:
I apologize for the failure of my Heavy Weapons team to do much damage to the enemy. We will train and do better next time.

yea you boys took down about 3 dogs before getting taken to dinner...or becoming dinner I should say. Poor placement probably didnt help.

Are you wanting us to write up our own fluff for how we did in the battle (after you tell us how each of our units did) or do you want us to hold off?

You are more than welcome to put a more personalized view point on it from your squads, can PM any questions if unsure what your guys did/how they did.

Also I added some pictures from the battle.

Alright. I'll get working on that. Should have it done by the end of the weekend.

Lieutenant Adjutant Smith reached for the container above his wash basin. The mirror it leant against reflected his wild, sleepless eyes, shot with red streaks. A tin cup was viced in his other hand, holding freshly drawn water. With a trembling hand, Smith ripped off the top of the container, revealing a variety of pills and capsules. The pills cascaded into the water cup, rippling the water's surface. Smith returned the gaze of his counterpart in the mirror. Those things he had seen... they were not natural. Every time their blades arced down through the flesh and blood of his comrades, he saw THEM. The same wounds as his ill-fated squad when his vehicle was struck down.

The same wounds seemed to have been transplanted off their bodies and copied in exacting detail onto new hosts. He knew. He remembered it every night.
He couldn't work in those conditions. Ever since he first laid eyes on the creatures and their miasma of wrongness, he had just blurted out co-ordinates. He wasn't even sure if they would actually hit. He just wanted the nightmares to stop.

The grip steadied slightly as Smith tilted the cup to his cracked lips. The tinny water and part-dissolved mass of drugs went down his throat. A crash went up from the cup striking the floor, waking up the rest of the bunk.
Smith didn't hear. The sleeping pills had already kicked in, and he was fast asleep on the wet floor, dreamless and comatose.

Ivan was troubled, blade to claw, warhammer and shattering steel, he had escaped the battle, the old priest was not easy to kill, salvaging ration packs, a las rifle and some water suplies from the dead guard. A wrecked but just working Taurus light patrol car had been found further back, reaking of gore but the engine ran.

Making it back 2 days after he had proven his reputation for being tough as a newly unbroken pair of gaurd issue boots, several skirmish's, break downs, a wild beast, and hauling a bloody auto cannon himself to replace the wrecked laser cannon. As he stood in the chapael he thought. This he had seen before, it could get far worse. The men's souls would need much steel and fire to even face such things yet alone kill them, lucky for them he already was tempered in 5 decades of warfare as a witch hunter.

"Vanto, fetch clean robes, a pen and parchment and deliver the message to the house of Arcadia. With all haste"
The inquisition mole, obvious to him, blind to anyone else, but he would make use of this junior agent, not more than fresh out of a training academy.

As Alenzo sat in the PDF base hospital, his mind began to drift back to the battle. His first battle. It has been his chance to prove himself to the commander. And he had messed it up. When those horrors had first appeared into view instead of engaging them like he had been ordered to he froze. Not for very long mind you, but froze he did. And by the time he has snapped back out of it and began firing on them with the other two teams it was far too late. They had only taken down a few of the daemonic dogs before they charged into their fortified positions. How he had survived, let alone anyone else in the squad, was a miracle. But the dogs had certainly done a number on him, he would be in the hospital for a while yet. As the weight of his failure set in, Alenzo swore a silent vow that the next time his squad was deployed in battle he would make up for his failure, he would purge his shame in the maelstrom of battle.


So I'm not quite sure how to write for after the battle. In this case I wrote it as if the dogs didn't quite kill the team, rather they were severely mauled before the dogs went off to engage other targets. Hope this is alright

I havent forgotten about you guys, real life has made finding a game about impossible(amazon retail will do that to you)

Ready yourselves brothers there are reports of Tyranids and Demons in the area!

The Mayor has procured a hell hound for the boys if anyone wants to claim it.

I might claim it alongside my Heavy Weapons Squad

Commander Fredrick led his troops out into the forest to find the blasted Inquisitor. He had left days ago with some sort of device and never returned, a large explosion was heard far off and well...Here Fredrick was out with the PDF. It was two days into the hike when they found the abandoned city of Makei and the smoke coming from the center of town. Fredrick sent out pickets and quickly hear the sharp snap of lasguns. Reports filtered back of some kind of alien which came on quicker than any Ork and faster than anything theyd encountered before. Fredrick quickly set his line waiting for the Xenos to appear.

To the far West he deployed Ole Jack, his cannon able to cover most of the ground. To Ole Jacks East was the combined unit of three infantry squads with Commisar Doyle in the center, each squad carrying a flamer. Behind supported by the company command squad.

To the center Fredrick deployed Veteran Squad Bravo with meltas and the Demolisher tank, in the ruins sat the heavy weapons team from Bravo Platoon. Another veteran team with meltas in chimera beside them.

To the East, Fredrick dug himself and his squad behind the Aegis defense line. In the line sat the second heavy weapons team of autocannons, single infantry squad. To the front of the Aegis line was Veteran Squad Bravo led by Srg Hemmingway. Equiped with melta guns and shotguns.

...................................................
Quickly the beasts were on them, across from the Aegis came 30 smaller beasts with claws. Trying to quickly close the distance. Beside them came larger Xenos with even larger claws for weapons.

In the center was a giant beast with a huge acid spewer. Leading them was some sort of floating brain thing, surrounded by smaller Xenos with weapons that shot beatles.

To the left was three larger Xenos with large guns as arms..........Fredrick could tell something was missing from this force and he feared the spead of the Xenos.




left flank staring down the genestealers


overhead of the left


center set up


right flank

Lieutenant-Adjutant Smith pushed further against the rubble in the bombed out building. He checked his red uniform for injury. Not that it would matter: he could feel the gash in his side, the blood mixing into his red shirt. It felt warm to touch, but numb too. His nerveless fingers clenched around his autopistol, shaking as his white knuckles gripped harder.

It was something in the air, he was sure of it. The floating... thing, it had affected the weather somehow, causing the very air to be charged and thickened. How could he focus under these conditions? All his aimed shots had hit nothing, blasting open streets and buildings. The way this was going, the commissar be sure would notice.

Not any more.
The commissar was dead, Smith was sure of it.
Not any more...

It was just... wrong.
It was all wrong...

Blades on arms? The creatures had that, right? Multiple arms, too sinewy and spidery to be anything human. He'd watched as the creatures descended on his comrades, and cut them apart, their forked tongues licking the blood off their unnatural blades. He had caught a blow to the body himself. Instead of resisting and fighting back like the other guardsmen around him, he'd chosen to let death take him.
Only, it wasn't his time just yet. Not yet.
He'd hidden under the bodies and broken rubble until the creatures had left, ghosting away as if commanded by another entity. Puppets, commanded by something horrible. Something evil. Something alien.

Smith shut his eyes, and waited for something to find him.

Ivan Germanous looked out from the hatch of his Chimera APC, behind him several others as well as a small group of trucks to pick up any survivors after they lost contact with the HQ. The grizzled priest remembered watching them leave on a mission to rescue a foolish inquisitor who was now most likely dead in the wilderness, His sermon was a rushed one but as he had looked down from the alter he saw the courage had been bolstered and despite the rushed nature of the mission they had confidence though as he saw the battlefield, it had not been enough and the ruins where filled with dark dead windows,

search teams located Lieutenant-Adjutant Smith, and others in various states from the wounded to the lucky ones who somehow escaped un hurt, the odd nature of war leaving some men untouched and yet others where brutally cut down.

Ivan Germanous spent some time among those he found, many had fought hard and had done there duty, a few others had somehow been left behind by the battle and not by there own fault had come out as they had entered, the battle leaving them entirely alone. Lastly a few whom had turned out to have failed the regiment, pleading as he gave them there last rites and the commissar sending there souls for the Emperor to judge.

Such was battle as he looked back on the ruined town, the convoy returning back to the barracks bearing the lucky survivors and the wounded for more advanced treatment.,