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I find it interesting how GW touts the Baneblade as an essential piece of IG armies on the website front page and yet, correct me if I am wrong, you have to buy apocalypse and Forgeworld publications to play them.

Well, technically you don;t have to. But that's assuming you've memorized the rules/stats or someone else has a copy you can look at. You also shouldn't need any FW books. I think rules for the Baneblade are in the normal Apoc book.

It's silly to say it's "an essential" part of the IG arsenal, since you can't use it normal games. However, it's undeniable that most IG players worth their salt are unabashed tread heads.

Nothing like a big, powerful tank pounding the enemy's flank with it's huge gun.

Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

It's an awesome piece and well worth it, considering how the FW Baneblade was twice the cost when it originally came out.

Haha, I remember when I first started building my Space Marine army and the owner of the local gaming store said "So you gonna buy a baneblade?" I was like "...But I'm playing Space Marines" his only reply was "It doesn't matter if you're playing Necrons, you always need at least 4 or 5 baneblades."

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

Well that all depends on the mind of CREEEED...who would outflank severval Baneblades....just sayin

=I= White-Wolf wrote:

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

Well that all depends on the mind of CREEEED...who would outflank severval Baneblades....just sayin

Got an image of a scooby-doo esque chase with the Baneblade and several tanks/infantry men now...

=I= White-Wolf wrote:

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

Well that all depends on the mind of CREEEED...who would outflank severval Baneblades....just sayin

He would outflank several Baneblades WITH BANEBLADES!

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:

=I= White-Wolf wrote:

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

Well that all depends on the mind of CREEEED...who would outflank severval Baneblades....just sayin

He would outflank several Baneblades WITH BANEBLADES!

He would use baneblades to outflank more baneblades in some kind of "Look at my distraction isn't it shiny" plan?
or
He would outflank baneblades somehow armed with more baneblades?
or
He would outflank baneblades modified to carry other baneblades?

purplefood wrote:

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:

=I= White-Wolf wrote:

MechaEmperor7000 wrote:Who needs to outflank when you have a BANEBLADE!? XD

Well that all depends on the mind of CREEEED...who would outflank severval Baneblades....just sayin

He would outflank several Baneblades WITH BANEBLADES!

He would use baneblades to outflank more baneblades in some kind of "Look at my distraction isn't it shiny" plan?
or
He would outflank baneblades somehow armed with more baneblades?
or
He would outflank baneblades modified to carry other baneblades?

Come on Purple. Clearly he would do all 3 at once. Some people...

But yes. That is ridonkulous.

He would also outflank the enemy with an airborne baneblade!

Apparently I am missing something.

diesel7270 wrote:Apparently I am missing something.

lol... look what you started..

Baneblade tactical air drops...

"Creed! We need reinforcements, the right flank is failing!"

"Look to the Skies!"

*A Baneblade lands on the Guardsmen, proceeding to fire it's gun into a building and flattening the enemy forces.*

Reminds me of the 4chan story where Creed hid the baneblade inside a building. I think it's on 1d4chan.

daedalus wrote:Reminds me of the 4chan story where Creed hid the baneblade inside a building. I think it's on 1d4chan.

I think it was Abaddon at the psychiatrist (sp?). When he comes to the end of explaining his woes and raging about Creed, the psychiatrist turns out to be a baneblade.

chowderhead13 wrote:

Holy hell that is an awesome picture! CCCCRRREEEEEDDDD is the man one.

"So. Fresh bunch'a recruits straight off the regimental home world, huh? Got your heads full of propaganda and not much else, lemme bet. Well, listen to me and listen good, kids - probably half of what you know is nothing but ambull-gak, and you'd better get that through your heads now rather than getting a traitor's lasbolt through your head on the battlefield. Now, you pray to the Emperor like you should, and if you don't the Commissar'll blow your head off, and that'll be a mercy compared to what I'll do to ya if I find out 'fore he does - but don't be thinkin' for a second that recitin' the Litany of Protection makes you invulnerable on a battlefield.

Sure, you'll hear stories about brave Guardsmen that charged enemy positions armed with nothin' but their lasguns and their bayonets and won - and I'll even admit that probably a couple of them are true, but in an army that numbers in the billions one or two of ya are bound to get lucky every now and again, so it don't really say much. No, kids, they might make for inspirin' stories, but fanatical charges aren't what win battles. Battles are won by determination and tactics. Lemme tell you about this one time our regiment was servin' under the command of General Creed.

Never a finer tactician has the Imperial Guard ever seen than that General Creed, let me tell you. He came up with plans so devious and cunnin' you didn't even have a hope of figurin' out how he'd done what he'd done 'less he explained it to ya himself. We were fightin' on Kavara IV, what'd used to be a good Imperial world till the taint of Chaos found its way down there and turned loyal citizens into traitorous scum. At the time we'd been shipped off, we thought we were just gonna be helping the local PDF put down a small insurrection, but what with the ways of the warp by the time we got there it'd turned into a full on rebel uprisin' and all the nobles were already dead or in hidin', and another army led by General Creed had arrived to bring it back under control - we'd been missin' so long they thought we'd been lost to the warp, you see, and sent another off in our place - so we wound up joinin' forces an' bolsterin' their ranks.

Now, we got deployed into one of the urban centers that'd been taken over almost entirely by the heretics, goin' through clearing buildings of resistance and tightenin' the noose around their filthy necks. Only been gettin' minor resistance until a couple of hours in, when we stumbled across a fortified plaza that hadn't been in none of the intelligence reports. So there we were, pinned down by enemy fire, usin' rubble for cover and hopin' to the Emperor that'd we get some artillery support soon, when all of a sudden there's a tremendous rumblin' off to the right, soundin' like a column of tanks comin' up towards the buildin' we'd just cleared.

We weren't gettin' nothin' about armored support on the vox, so we was sittin' there gaking ourselves wonderin' where the traitors had got tanks from, when all of a sudden the front of the buildin' just collapses out onto the street and a damn Baneblade rolls right on out in front of us. One blast from the main gun and it turned the heretic's position into a crater. The vox lights up and we get ourselves a message - "Armored Support courtesy of General Creed", they say. Now that's tactics, kids - we never saw it comin', so those traitors sure didn't. The application of overwhelmin' force at just the right spot at just the right moment'll turn the tide of any battle in your favor.

I took a look at that buildin' again as we were marchin' down the street in the Baneblade's wake, though. Funniest thing, the only hole in it was the one the tank'd made on its way out. How the hell we missed it when we were clearin' the place I don't know. How the hell Creed got it in there in the first place, I'm not sure I WANT to know - but let me tell you, pulling that off must've taken one hell of a tactical genius."

-Sergeant Karls addressing new recruits to the Hirian 204th, shortly before being relieved of duty and sent for psychiatric evaluation due to inexplicable urges to scream incoherently.

Thanks Dreadnote. I'm scared to even attempt to go to anything vaguely 4chan related at work, and that story always brings a smile to my face.

diesel7270 wrote:I find it interesting how GW touts the Baneblade as an essential piece of IG armies on the website front page and yet, correct me if I am wrong, you have to buy apocalypse and Forgeworld publications to play them.

You could buy Apoc. Or you could buy any of the IA or IA-Apoc books and download IA1-Update.

I guess they have a glut of big tanks to shift...

I think it's more of a "we dont really have anywhere else to put this gak" thing rather than trying to promote the Baneblade. It's an imperial guard weapon, but it doesnt really fit into any of the other categories. It's already in the Apoc section, but any browsing customers probably wants to see all of the models for a particular army organised into one spot. It's just simple page layout.

Dreadnote, that sounds suspiciously like a fanfic. Hm?

I suppose you could call it that. Though you have the anons of /tg/ to thank for writing it. While I'm at it, might as well post this, from the same source:

Abbadon at the Therapist

The small woman glanced down at her clipboard, then looked back up at the hulking figure that had finally finished adjusting itself on her poor couch. She pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, tucking it back behind her glasses, and sighed inwardly. Being the best counselor in the galaxy had its drawbacks sometimes. Still, the pay was good. Tapping her pen on the clipboard, she began.

“So tell me, Mr… uhm… Despoiler; where do you think your stress comes from?”

Abaddon shifted on her couch again, his terminator-armored bulk threatening to flatten the valiant furniture. “Where doesn’t it come from,” he sighed, his voice surprisingly soft for the most feared champion of the dark gods. “I mean, there’s the gods themselves at the top of the pile: Khorne’s always teasing me that Kharn’s got more kills than I have – up-close-and-personal ones, mind, Khorne doesn’t like all this newfangled stuff like the Planet Killer – and Tzeentch never shuts up about me being so predictable. And then there’s Nurgle. Warp dammit that guy could give a daemonette weight issues. Doom this and despair that and decay the other.”

The counselor nodded understandingly. “I can sympathize with that,” she said. She could – her ex had gotten involved with Nurgle back in the 960’s. He had said it helped him deal with his depression, but she hadn’t believed him. Proving him wrong was one of the reasons she had taken up psychotherapy. “Is there anything… closer to home… than that, though?”

He hummed a bit. “Like the other champions?”

“If you like,” she said patiently. The trouble with megalomaniacs was that they could never really accept that someone else knew more than them. They had to be led along oh-so-carefully. Especially Tzeentchian ones – her hardest client yet had been one of Ahriman’s Cabal claiming to be bipolar (it turned out he was just suffering a mild bout of warp-induced madness and paranoia, but the sorceror would have none of it).

“Well, Ahriman’s always been a bit of a pretentious git.” (Speak of the devil, thought the counselor.) Abaddon flexed the Talon of Horus, and she winced imperceptibly as it took another inch of cushioning off the arm of her couch. “He never knows when to shut up, that one doesn’t. Even Magnus doesn’t want to talk to him when he’s around, and that old cyclops could talk the pustules off Nurgle.”

“Is there anything in particular that Mr Ahriman says that has a major effect on you?” she asked, marking ‘JEALOUSY - FEELS INADEQUATE?’ on her clipboard.

Abaddon frowned. “Not really, I suppose. He’s always going on about how he would have done the Black Crusades so much better than I did, but then everyone does that there days – not that I see any of them stepping up for a go.”

“And any of the other champions of Chaos?”

“Not really. Typhus is usually off doing his own thing with the Terminus Est, which is a relief really, the guy stinks worse than Mortarion these days. Lucius is busy doing whatever it is that Lucius does down on some daemon world or another – sure, the guy heads out for a quick raid every now and then, but it’s pretty easy to distract him, all things considered.”

She nodded. “And Kharn?”

“Kharn? Kharn’s actually a pretty cool guy, once you get to know him. Gets a bit carried away every now and then, but its all part of his charm. It’s not like he doesn’t give people ample warning – he is called the betrayer, after all. No, Kharn’s never bothered me much. He comes along on most of my Crusades, and we usually end up having a good laugh.”

He leaned back. “Reminds me of this one time we were assaulting Cadia – I think it was back in M34, actually – and it ended up with just the two of us and some traitor company, the Red Rivers, I think they called them. Something to do with a river of blood or something like that, but Kharn had taken quite a shine to them. Anyway, we were stuck outside on of the Kasrs, and Kharn gets the brilliant idea to take one of the Rivers’ landers and do some aerial reconnaissance. So up we go, along with a few dozen of the Rivers to pilot the damned thing, and we see the Kasrkin all there in the main square doing some parade or other.”

Abaddon grinned. “Out of nowhere, Kharn grabs up one of the Rivers and just throws him right out of the hatch! He fell so fast he nearly exploded when he hit the ground! Turns out he hit one of the Kasrkin right on the head, got blood everywhere, and the guy’s powerpack detonates! Before I could even congratulate him or tell him we’ve got a heavy bolter strapped to the wing, Kharn’s throwing more traitors down at record speed. The Kasrkin are all scattering, and Kharn keeps hitting them.”

He chuckled. “Of course, he had to stop eventually. There was only one of the Rivers left, and we needed him to fly us back to camp, but before we turned back around, Kharn grabs my arm and tells me to look down at the Kasr. Lo and behold, all the Kasrkin Kharn had hit had left big blood and scorch marks on the ground, and he’d managed to spell out a message! Want to know what it was?”

She nodded.

“It was a haiku:

Inside your Kasr Is where we’ll be tomorrow So clean up would you?

“Let me tell you,” Abaddon said, “I about laughed my topknot off. When I managed to turn around, I saw Kharn high-fiving the pilot – afterwards I found out it put the guy in traction for two solid weeks – but when he turns to me he whispers:

“I was trying to draw a boat.”

Abaddon chuckled. “Kharn’s one swell guy. Always sees the best in things.”

The counselor was, for the first time in her life, speechless. She just didn’t know what to say to that tale. She leaned forwards, adjusting her glasses.

“So yeah,” said Abaddon, “the stress. What was it you were asking me about ag...ain…” he trailed off as he noticed a glint in her eyes. Abruptly, he realized – the belching smoke, the grimy tracks, the slowly rotating turret-

His psychotherapist was a Leman Russ Demolisher.

Roaring, he leapt off the couch as a flurry of heavy bolter rounds tore it to shreds. Lightning wreathed the Talon of Horus, and he dropped into a crouch, cursing himself for not realizing it sooner. He dodged to the side as the turret fired, sending a demolisher shell straight through the window of the office.

Abaddon lashed out with Drach’nyen. The daemonsword tore a burning gash out of the side of the tank, but it gunned its engine and accelerated away through the wall, trying to get enough range to use its weapons against him.

To replace his counselor with a Leman Russ without him knowing could only have been pulled off by some kind of tactical genius-

“CREEEEEEED!” bellowed Abaddon as he charged after the tank. “I’ll have your head spitted on my talon! I’ll hang your guts from my armor spikes! I’ll-” He was cut short as a lascannon beam forced him to lurch awkwardly sideways.

“I’ll rip out your toenails and use them to eat your eyes!” he shouted, finding his rhythm again. “I’ll tear you out of your metal box and feed you to the thousand terrors of the warp! I’ll... do very nasty things to your mother!”

At this, the tank rumbled forwards, its sponsons roaring to life. Bolts thundered out at Abaddon, most going wide, but many still hammered into his armor. He forced his way through the storm and met the oncoming tank head-on, ramming Drach’nyen through the driver’s slit and feeling it bite deep into something behind it. Even as the tank’s dozer blade smashed into his shins he shouted in triumph and ripped the daemonsword upwards.

With the power of the gods of Chaos coursing through him, the tank came up with the sword, rising in an immense arc until it tore free of the blade and went crashing over his head and through three walls.

Startled heads peeked around the edges of the newly opened hole as Abaddon stalked towards the smoking remains of the tank. It had landed upside down, and had crumpled under its own weight. No man could have survived it, but Abaddon wanted to make sure.

Using the Talon as a shovel, he dug his way through the tank until he came to the crew compartment. Instead of finding the smashed and ruined body of his nemesis, though... there was a note. Frowning, he picked it up.

Dear Abaddon the Despoiler, If you thought this was good, wait until you see what I did to your flagship.

Yours sincerely,

Ursakar E. Creed


“CRREEEEEEEEEEEEED!”

Baneblades are awesome. But I can never buy one unless if I come for a good reason why I should have one XD.

YES! That is some of the best fanfic I have ever read.

Man, that's funny fanfic, especially for people who don't go onto 4chan. thanks!

I won an outdated baneblade in a raffle, it's very fun.

That's how titans outflank.

Pic dont work =(

nevermind.