Introduction
A while ago me and a couple of friends had a good idea, let's put necrons vs 2nd world war armies (in this case the germans and British (the americans did not show up.... bloody yankies!))
We use a fan-made set of rules for the WW2 armies.
This set uses
40k rules but with addition of some extra rules (like normal guns giving +1 to a armor save, this is also the reason why it is 1500 vs 3000 points)
(For more information of this rule set:
http://games.groups.yahoo.com/group/WWW2alternaterules/
In this set of rules almost all countries that fought in the war are represented)
It was 1500 points of necrons vs 3000 points of germans and british. I hope you will enjoy!
France, 1944
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Lieutenant Murdock peaked over the thick stone wall again and was rewarded for his efforts with a spray of bullets from a German MP40.
“We’re surrounded, sir”, a private said, very unnecessarily.
“I noticed, thank you private. Be sure to tell me when I’m hit will you?”, he bit back before ejecting his empty Sten gun magazine and replacing it with a fresh one. “Bloody yanks. Never there when you actually need them…”
Lieutenant Murdock and his men were from the British parachute regiment and had freshly come from the action at Pegasus bridge to the particular French hamlet they were now. Americans from the 101st division were supposed to meet with them, but hadn’t shown. Now, the Germans were hitting them hard. Although the red devils, as the division was affectionately known had two full platoons and some recce units and even a couple of anti tank guns and a Tetrarch scout tank with them it didn’t look good. The Germans had brought a full armoured division down on them.
“Has captain Connor send word yet?”, he asked to no one in particular. The men around him shook their heads. “Right then.”, the lieutenant tried to put some spunk into his voice. “The Germans have armour, more men and more firepower. But we’re English and we’ll show them hell!” The men gave an obligatory cheer and readied their weapons.
Hauptmann Kessler put his binoculars down and pulled his luger from its holster. Next to him a mighty Tiger I tank rumbled onward, training its 88
mm cannon on the French village where his enemy were holed up. Bloody French, he thought for a moment. The village had walls surrounding it so thick, it seemed a medieval fortress. The walls gave the English perfect cover and he had been loath to order a full scale assault. The stubborn Brits were giving him no choice though. As usual, all offers of surrender had been denied. Sometimes he thought the allies simply couldn’t comprehend a hopeless situation even when it was staring them in the face. Oh well, their loss..
Obergefreiter Schultz stood next to Kessler, awaiting the hauptmann’s signal to commence the attack properly. The English had been bombarded for half an hour with little to none return fire. The time seemed right.
“Obergefreiter. Commence the attack.”
Then, before anyone had fired another shot all hell broke loose.
As the tanks of the Germans advanced a dazzling array of green light flashed into existence in the centre of the battlefield. A mighty sphere of dancing lights flashed and fizzled, producing a crackling noise that deafened all who stood to close. Then, before anyone could even venture a guess at what was going on an aircraft roared from the huge strange green orb. An odd craft, shaped like a waning crescent moon zipped over the heads of the attacking Germans, who, as one, stood baffled at the dazzling sight before them. Then, humanoid shapes started to move through the green portal.
The radio of lieutenant Murdock started going crazy. The voice of captain Connor, who was holed up a bit further back in the village shouted “What the frothing heck is going on there?”
“I…I can’t tell.” Murdock replied, utterly stunned into silence. The shapes moving from the portal started to become clearer. They were huge but skeletal figures, grasping massive glowing weapons which seemed hardwired into their own bodies. Without opposition, what seemed to be a squad of them moved to the entrance of the village where a group of airborne soldiers was holding its ground behind a stack of sacks. The men had no idea what to do. “Robots sir! Thousands of em!”, one of them sheepishly added to the gravity of the moment.
The next instant, war begun. The skeletal figures raised their bizarre looking weapons and opened fire at point blank range. The weapons produced bright green lights and on impact men seemed to disappear practically instantly. Flesh, clothes and weapons were vaporized in incandescent beams of sickening green light. Murdock’s amazement came to an abrupt halt at the sight of his men being butchered and he threw himself up to his full height. “LET THOSE FREAKS HAVE
IT BOYS!”, he screamed at the top of his lungs. Dozens of airborne soldiers came to their senses and opened fire.
At the German side of the battlefield a bizarre group of creatures poured from the waxing green portal as did a vehicle of sorts. Resembling an elongated floating human ribcage, it housed an array of weapons and opened up immediately, sending bright beams of death across the field. German soldiers took cover but across the line, men were hit and soon screams filled the air as arms were burned off and bodies flayed.
Hauptmann Kessler was at a complete loss to comprehend what was going on. Everywhere he looked, the world had erupted into chaos. Above he could just vaguely make out the crescent shaped aircraft turning round as in front of him strange metallic snake like creatures prowled towards his lines, apparently unperturbed by volleys of fire his panicking soldiers were snapping off. The crews of his tanks got their stuff together more quickly then the infantry and the first shells thundered into the floating ribcage in short order. However, as if protected by some invisible force, the explosions ricocheted off without doing much damage. Kessler turned round, the professional soldier reasserting himself in the face of danger and called out to several squads behind him, hunkering down. “Get up! These are enemies of the reich and we’ll face them like any other!”
Trazyn the Infinite of tomb world Solemnace strode onto the soft grass of Terra, approximately 38.054 Terran standard years in the past as the humans calculated the flow of time. Lesser minds would be marvelled at this feat but his was Necrontyr and their kind performed miracles in daily routine. It had been a small matter of realigning the alien device known as the Tesseract for his purposes. And now, he and his strike force were here, in the past. The final frontier for treasure hunters such as himself. Time travel, he still smirked over how lesser races would baulk at the very notion and indeed, the Necrontyr themselves had never been able to build such a device, powerful though their science was.
A glance around told him that the portal had opened in the middle of a battlefield with different uniformed humans at either side. He had little files on human history this ancient and little to go on. Directly in front of him were greenly uniformed men with bright red berets firing their primitive smoke belching firearms point blank at his advancing warriors. With quaint amusement he noted how the weapons rather resembled those he had seen humans use in a recent annexation of an Imperial world. Almost 40.000 years of development and the humans had gone from firing small projectiles from primitive metal tubes using combustible chemicals to firing…… somewhat larger projectiles from primitive metal tubes? It’s a miracle this species survives at all, let all managed to conquer part of the galaxy. The more advanced species must not have been paying much attention.
Then, to his amazement, he noticed how the humans had brought down a few of his Necron warriors already, their smoking wreckages twitching, apparently hit by some sort of explosive weapon. On the other side, humans wearing grey uniforms huddled amidst several large war machines.
“I want one of those!”, he exclaimed while pointing at the steel beasts and he knew the order would be obeyed by his wraiths which were already stalking across the field, small calibre projectiles bouncing off their armoured hides. As he advanced another few steps he felt something like admiration for the humans he faced, not twenty metres from him. They seemed to have rallied with admirable speed and were mounting a counter attack already. At the back he saw a human with impressive facial hair directing his fellows onward. “I want that one!”, he exclaimed again and his warriors rearranged their attack. When in doubt, take the hairiest one, Trazyn reasoned. He was still figuring out what he had landed into. The configuration of the human forces, the layout of the field. After a moment of reasoning he came to the conclusion that he had landed in a conflict between these two groups. So the humans had been fighting among themselves for their entire history. Interesting. Perhaps, once he realigned the Tesseract he could visit other moments in time and collect warriors and war machines from there as well…
An entire German squad died in a matter of seconds. The Wraith’s mono-molecular claws and frightening speed made short work of the reich’s finest and before long they stood amidst a lake of blood and twitching corpses.
Gunfire raked into them from the flank as several more squads, having witnessed their comrades deaths opened up. Most of it pinged of the strong metal bodywork of the obscene creatures as they phased in and out of existence and they acted as if the men weren’t firing at all. A tank added its firepower to the onslaught, the words on its armour ‘jungs halt fast’ carrying more weight then ever before and a heavy anti tank shell detonated amidst the wraith’s which finally began to take notice. Perhaps it was luck or perhaps the wraith’s had simply been overconfident but one of the many shots managed to hit a vital part and the creature exploded, spraying its surroundings with fluids and crumpled bits of machinery.
Hauptmann Kessler witnessed untold scenes of horror all across the field. Gunfire ringed from every direction as did the obscene sounds of the aliens bizarre weaponry. Men screamed, explosions plumed in the sky and the smell of oily smoke filled his nostrils. He turned to his radio operator. “We need reinforcements or we’re going to die here. Send a message on all frequencies. Try known allied frequencies too!”
“No one will be here in time. We’re fending for ourselves now.”, obergefreiter Schulz said, his
MP-40 still smoking as he changed the clip. “Grab a gun Hauptmann.”
Kessler nodded. He always knew he would die in service of the Reich, he just hadn’t ever imagined it would be like this. Behind him, a jagdpanther tank fired another heavy shell at the aliens’ strange transport craft.
“Son of a bitch!”, Murdock shouted at the top of his lungs. It wasn’t that swearing made a big difference in the grand scheme of things and for a moment or two it usually felt incredibly reassuring. Except today. The metal monstrosities were cutting his men apart with terrifying speed and although the Brits were putting up a fight, there could only be one outcome. The things were simply to powerful. To his right he saw a jeep get vaporized along with its occupants, its powerful 50 cal machinegun simply dematerializing. The ground was littered with half obliterated corpses and the noise was absolutely deafening. Every remaining soldier was firing whatever they had available and the metal soldiers positively glowed with ricochets and impacts. Several of the things had eventually toppled due to sheer weight of fire.
A couple of enterprising Para’s had acquired a PIAT and fired it practically point blank at the advancing aliens, the explosion ripping through their ranks. But when the smoke cleared, the things simply stepped onward, unstoppable.
“Churchill himself couldn’t stop these things!”, a soldier to his left shouted.
“Times like these, I wish queen Victoria was still around. She’d have sorted the things out.”, another said.
“Will you gits stop being so bloody British! We’re goin to ****in die here you *****!”, one of the Scottish volunteers added to the conversation before priming a grenade and with a mighty cry of “Cha d’fhuaireadh dad!” he tossed the grenade in the middle of the advancing group of aliens and watched as yet another explosion erupted among them.
Lieutenant Murdock meanwhile spotted a strange alien aircraft circle around to fire at one of the German tanks on the other side of the field. Its fat green lasers ploughed over great swathes of earth before slamming into the frontal armour of the German vehicle. To Murdock’s amazement the tank didn’t explode immediately but held firm. “Damn, the Jerries built those things to last.”, he reflected for a moment before resuming his fire.
Trazyn watched as his ambitions started to fall apart around him. The humans, primitive and mostly terrified as they were put up far to much of a fight for him to get what he wanted shortly and he was running out of time. The Tesseract portal was shrinking and he intended not to be stuck in the past with these warmongering apes for the rest of eternity.
He strode to the nearest squad of humans, zapped one of them with his staff weapons to ashes and ripped another’s limb off with his powerful mechanical arm. The rest retreated before him, all the while shooting their primitive weapons at him. He barely noticed that most of his bodyguard had already been destroyed when he came face to face with what appeared to be a leader figure as the others rallied around him. ‘You’ll do for the collection’, he thought to himself.
Murdock kept firing as the towering robot approached him but he might as well have thrown tennis balls at the thing for all the good it did. His men were on the retreat and he was inclined to follow their example but somehow he felt compelled to stand up to this creature, as if a base instinct told him this was an enemy of all life and he needed to hold his ground. He couldn’t explain where this sudden urge came from but in those few moments he faced the towering robot he felt as if someone immensely powerful was watching over his shoulder, supporting him.
“******** to you, creature!”, he roared and drove his combat knife through the outstretched hand of his opponent using every ounce of his strength. The thing backed away from him and stared at its pierced hand, seemingly amazed at the turn of events.
The insect had stabbed him! Somehow this puny thing made mostly from water held together by some other molecules had stabbed him! Trazyn the infinite took a step back before regaining his senses and he backhanded the defiant human against a wall. Then something drew his attention from behind him. One of the Necron aircraft had crashed into the earth as human tanks advanced towards him. The Necrons were actually losing a conflict with forces of ancient history. Outnumbered badly by humans who had already been in a war this was probably one of the worst places in time to get stuck in. Trazyn was unable to sigh in annoyance but had he been human this would have been the time for it. He spared one last look at the human who had so defied him, doing his best to resist the urge to blast him into oblivion. The truth was, he appreciated courage and defiance. Brave and defiant things made for the best collection pieces. But this one would have to wait. He turned round and strode back to the Tesseract portal. A mental command was enough to make the rest of the Necron forces retreat as well. They left behind a devastated field covered in the dead, dying and destroyed.
Lieutenant Murdock watched as the towering figure retreated, spitting blood and attempting to get back up, all the while feeling his cracked ribs chafe. “Get back here you..”, he rasped. “I ain’t done with you yet!”
Trazyn stepped out of the green glowing portal, feeling somewhat content. At least he had picked up a few prizes even if his most coveted one had eluded him. Plus he could always…
Something was wrong.
Quite suddenly the realisation hit him. The Blind Tesseract. It wasn’t a time machine at all. It was a…..
The end?
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