Oozing Plague Marine Terminator
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(This was an interesting battle. The True backstory for it is that I was expecting to play a Path To Glory Chaos campaign, and brought a ridiculous list with plenty of flair and fancy upgrades, but my game got canceled so it turned into a regular... I'd say 1850 game. needless to say, I was outclassed, but I decided to have a little fun with it. And here is how things transpired.)
The icy planet located below was a strange place for debaucherous and naked revelers of Slaanesh to be found but... "Such is the will and the way of devils."
Euthus the Repriever stood with his army of Chaos Spawn, their mutanous bodies quivvering in the cold, or excitement or maybe they just always quivered that way....
Ahead, Rhino APCs rumbled loudly, their hulls refurbished, reborn, and corrupted over millenia to appear more like a giant insect hive, its contents bloated with foul Plague Marines.
Suddenly, streaking from the skies came crashing down... Drop Pods?
"We have been trying to commission Drop Pods for 4 Editions now! Those lucky devils! they would fit our evil beehive aestetic perfectly!"
Thus was the battle shifted, and the Smothered Hope would never leave their deployment zone alive...
The wind howled, or... was it something else?.... The Drop Pod doors flung open and Out came the Wolves! There was much snarling, trash talk, and battering of chests.
"Im gonna eat your knees first Boyo!" one ugly bearded face shouted.
And as a second Pod slammed down, a great figure with a double headed axe stepped off... Crumb DragonFace!
The Grey Hunters wasted no time and opened fire with their bolters, shredding through the infected Biker gang that was still just sitting there, hanging out before the battle begun. After 3 collapsed to the ground riddled with holes, the 2 remaining Bikers had enough, their infectious mushrooms starting to give them a bad trip, and sped off in the opposite direction right off the board.
"Filthy Cowards!" Euthus screamed, and then drove off himself to hide behind a Rhino instead.
Plague Marines of the first Rhino clamored out, expelling toxic gas and clouds of flies (that met the gas, and then fell dead to the floor). The second Rhino peeled off into the ditches ahead, and naturally Immobilized itself.
The hulking Obliterators morphed their arms into Multi-meltas, and fired into the first Pod that fell.
"Take that! Murder-fang!"
"Murderfang is in a different pod, dumbass!" another ginger haired wolf boy shouted.
The Plague Marines leveled their own rusted bolters forward, and fired at the wolves taunting them ahead.
"Hey, Gorbo just melted a guy!" one foul marine shouted.
Suddenly, with crazier hair, but much smaller beards, flew in Space Wolves on jump packs! But close behind them, crept a pack of mutant Wulfen.
"AW Hell No... The Space Wolves are Possessed Daemons now..." and Euthus let loose his own pack of warp-shifting mutanous Spawn.
More Plague Marines spewed out of the Immobilized Rhino to join the Plague Lord, and to watch the cool Spawn vs Wulfen fight infront of them.
"Yeah, someones planet is getting Exterminatused after this...."
Next to arrive, teleporting directly, was Thor Stormhammer and some Terminator guys, and Mr. Murder Mc Murderface himself, Wolfgang Von Murderfang in a decked out fancy drop pod, with laser lights and a smoke machine.
All 3 groups of Plague Marines, and Obliterators shot into the Wolfguard. One Plague Marine pointed his Power Fist menacingly at Thor, but then took a flying hammer to the face, and Felt the Pain, before exploding like a rotten watermelon.
The Wulfen and Skyclaws, clawed and wulfed their way through the squishy, and still quivvering Spawn. Arjac ThorHammer stormed, and hammered his way through Plague Marines with ease. A wolf head space wolf space ship flew in, opened its fang mouth, and spewed out more werewolf wulfen space wolves. Murderfang flexed his own wolf-claw wolf-close wolf-combat wolf-weapons and howled out a wolf call to his wolf bretheren.
The Wulfen sprinted towards Euthus the Plague Lord and his aptly named Death Guard. One twisted, drooling, foaming, fanged (and yet still completely loyalist) face snarled fiercely.
"AROOOOOOOOOOOGLARBABLAHBALHABALAHHBLBLBLBL..."
"I Challenge You!" stood a Plague Marine Champion, swinging around a clumsy and swollen power-fist. A large two handed battle axe cleaved him in half almost immediately.
Euthus and his last Death Guard shook hands, grabbed shoulders, and agreed to see eachother again on the Plague Planet real soon. They were then trampled with furry wolf feet, and moshed on while the Wulfen with the big Storm Shield banged on it like a gong.
"Bunch of savages." was Euthus's last thought.
And at the end of the battle, seemingly from out of nowhere came crashing down a mighty Daemon Prince of Nurgle, its crumpled form made much worse for the damage.
"Where the hell did that thing come from?"
"I dont know, it must have been flying around all game, failing psychic powers doing nothing!" exclaimed Wolflord Crumb.
"Its Hammer Time!" shouted Thor Von Hammerstorm, and flung his mighty Thor hammer to crush the giant moth bug daemon, quivering on the ground into paste.
The last remaining Obliterator decided to go out with a bang, leveled its Plasma Cannon up at a pack of rambunctious Teen Wolf-claws, overheated, exploded, and died.
"Haa haa!"
TRANSMISSION ENDED.
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