Wallynut, Just posted in your thread. Looks good dude.
 
 Yes, Strategos for Huron. Good Call.
 
 Yes, IL for 
DA.
 
 
NWI for plauge marines is tough, i already gave them plague knifes which are hella intense.
 
 Yes to noise marines.
 
 Spotter... weird I don't remember doing that. I wanted them to be 
REM controlled by the aspiring sorcerer. Seemed cool.
 
 Yeah its a balance point thing. I wanted head room for terminators, and special characters. The perfect test of balance would be a 
40k vs PanOcenia battle at 200+ points.
 
 I thought about it. I think low orders will be the weakness for 
SM and 
CSM codexes... and I think I'm ok with that. Not sure yet though...
 
 Actually I just wrote a battle report:
 
 So I just finished a 150pt game with my dad and I have to say it went really well.
 
 Please consult attached Roster for more information about the Model Stats Used.
 
 
https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B9xtsamOI97ENWRBOTRkZXMtRUk/edit?usp=sharing (Changed slightly, was only 1 chosen and 5 cultists with special weapons. I'll be using this list next time)
 
 Scenario:
 
 Dark Angels in far reaching sector receive telecom that a previously virus bombed planet (damned populace would not comply) has been reported as bioactive once again. Brother Sgt Geoff of the Deathwing remarks he would like to see first hand what animals are roaming as he was the Brother Bro that pressed the button to deploy that horrible device only 14 years prior.
 
 En route, a psychic intuition is pressed force-ably into his mind that some evil is left stored in the data-slates of the capital city. Perhaps some evil was unknowingly silenced when they non-complying people were erased. Whatever the reason, Brother Sgt Geoff decides to land in the former capital to investigate.
 
 [3 
VP for hacking Data-slate]
 [2 
VP for exploring all 6 2' x 2' tiles]
 [1 
VP for each surviving model]
 
 Meanwhile, hateful cultists argue who will run their blades across their gut in sacrifice. While the Chosen overseeing them knows his life is worth more than this petty act and points out Carl, the most pathetic voiced man he'd ever heard. He was tired of his voice and any blood would do.
 
 The cultists where brought down from the planets abandoned moon mining colony by a traveling Chaos Space Marine Regiment. They where brought here to spill blood where a once mighty Helbrute had fallen 2 millennia ago. The dark gods would favor such a sacrifice.
 
 [2 
VP for Sacrifice (
WIP) of Cultist to Helbrute Wreckage -> All 
LI/
MI gain 
CH: Camoflague]
 [1 
VP for each unit surviving]
 
 [4 Turns Max]
 [At the end of any turn after (non-inclusive) the dataslate is hacked the 
DA player may teleport back up to their ship ending the game]
 
 Deployment:
 [
DA win choice and choose edge right near data-slate and deploy both tactical marines nearby]
 [
CSM place cultists near Hebrute Wreckage and the Chosen & Chaos Lord up front near a bombed out ruin]
 [
DA win Initiative]
 
 Turn 1:
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DA Turn------
 
DA maneuvers closer to dataslate.
 
 They are surprised to see some locals but welcome the spread of humanity. Life is good.
 
 Both Terminators teleport in to the two highest points. 
ARO fire is limited by the puny pistol weapons the 
CSM are equiped with. Just many *tings* ring off their powerful armour.
 
 ----
CSM Turn-----
 
 The Powerful Choas Lord presses directly forward, surprised by the appearance of their hated brothers. He draws his Force Sword and it fires blue flames. He knows only to cut them down.
 
 Chosen Bro Brotherbro slinks through the wreckage unknown to the 
DA and dreams to himself of all the blood he will soak his lightning claws in.
 
 Turn 2:
 -----
DA-----
 A Lord!!! Yells the Marine holding the Heavy Bolter. Surprised by the blazened attack he lays down suppressing fire and wounds the Lord Twice. His shooting is good today.
 
 The Terminators know something is wrong and move closer to see what those locals are up to.
 
 The Melta Bro survays the land, seeminly the only bro to remember his mission.
 
 
 ----
CSM-----
 The locals are really evil Cultists!
 
 After spilling their blood to choas, which is welcomed by their newly flickering apperance, the take shots at the terminator. 
AROs keep missing! Dark gods laugh.
 
 The chosen speculates to lob a smoke grenade into the firelane to help the Lord escape his terrible position. He misses and the grenade instead becons his own advance. He runs stomping loudly towards the dataslate each step gets quieter though, and as he passes through the smoke he dissapears. The 
DA assume he is hiding in the smoke.
 
 
 Turn 3:
 ----
DA-----
 "FIRE" Geoff yells! The sound of 200 
IG is captured in the 
raw firepower of 2 storm bolters and the massive Heavy Bolter.
 
 The Chaos Lord falls with 2 more bullets obliterating his skull and brain afterwards. He is left mush... unimpressive to Khorne.
 
 Finally, the hacking breaks through and the dataslate is uploaded. Too much combat to really read the file, but thre is something about a plan to house a dark portal in the depths of the planets moon mines.
 
 ----
CSM-----
 Actually much closer than they thought, the Chosen climbs up to the Heavy Bolters position and engages. As he climbs he takes a bolter round to the gut but then slices the marine thoroughly. Sgt Geoff knows his defensible position is compromised and he jumps off the platform.
 
 A flickering wave of cultists, wry with their newfound power, advance and take odd shots. Onceslipps into the visor of the terminator on overwatch. He falls and the melta marine panicks.
 
 Turn 4:
 -----
DA-----
 The melta marine valiantly rushes around a corner and heat from his gun rips through the flickering cultist closest too him. The rest run.
 
 The scales tip but Sgt Geoff knows he must suvey the land and avoid the chosen so he runs.
 
 ----
CSM-----
 The cultists run to squander their new power. They are safely ahead of the melta marine. They care not of their fallen comrades and Lt (lord).
 
 Just barely in control of the situation (6 to 5VP) the Chosen contemplates moving to lead his cultists. It is a short thought, trounced by the promise putting his claws their the back of a Veteran Sgt Terminator. He presses forward and closes the distance without Sgt Geoff knowing until he hear the last two steps. He instinctively steps back, saving his face from dropping to the floor by 3cm. Luckily his training is immense and those steps following naturally with a sweep of his power-sword. The concept of mortality only enters the Chosen's mind as his head rolls to the floor.
 
 Sgt Geoff and the unnamed meltamarine teleport back to the ship. Its time to gather the ranks and bring vengeance to the traitor scum who have seemingly taken home in this system. Next stop: Moon IIX
 
 
 GOOD GAME! 
 
 Even better: the conversion totally works.