Lewis did a particularly good job sorting out the bit that tends to matter with these affairs, the fluff and the scenario;
Enter Castellan Locke, an imperial inspector from the world of Tershus. A cold and ruthless man who has very little sympathy for error or mistake. The inspector has been to sent the Hive to meet with particular guilders to review the current status of its inhabitants. Reports have been coming in that 6 particular gangs have been waring over territory for the last 3 months, nothing too serious but potentially a situation. After Locke is content with the report he collects the information in the form of a data cube and places it into his jacket pocket.
As he begins to leave and the men breathe a sigh or relief, Locke turns and says "tell Flint to get 2 squads of men outside the APC in 5 minutes". Unsure what he is about to do - a worried Sergeant makes a frantic call and two squads form rank by the vehicle. Locke speaks... "We are taking the short road to the Southern outpost downhive, move!". They load up and move out. Everyone knows the shortcut to get to the outpost can be dangerous at the best of times - most use the trade routes, but Locke is not in the mood to be wasting time.
The group travel quickly to their location. Nothing to report except the men being scared by Ogryn Flint's war tales.
The inspector makes his rounds, ruthless as ever. Satisfied with his findings he begins to return to the Vehicle but as he does, a vicious bolt of lead rips into the side of the APC, making the startled unit scramble to cover. Locke draws his pistol... all he can see are the endless red dots in the dark surrounding him and his unit.
It seems that one of the guilders doesn't like the inspector too much and thought he would send a little tip off to those 6 blood thirsty gangs..
The gangs are aware Locke has information on them, their territories and their movements. This information in the wrong hands could be disastrous for the other gangers, as such they will do whatever they can do get at Locke, even face being outlawed.
Charlie has volunteered to play as Locke, Flint and his men, who will be facing all 6 of us in the defence of the data cube. The game will be across two boards with Charlie set up in the middle. There will be 7 turns in total until with the objective of taking Locke down in hand to hand to retrieve his data cube, you then need to get it off any side of the table (up to 8 inches). If we are unsuccessful in getting to Locke he will escape into the tunnels below the outpost and get away..
If someone is able to get the cube and get it off, they will have the intel to take 3+d6 territories from whoever they like.
Thrashing out the final details via the forums each of the gangs had 6 of their number plus a hired gun against Charlie's platoon of enforcers. GAME ON!!
|Locke and his Ogryn bodygaurd plus friends|
|Lurking in the shadows "This is God"|
So turn 2 and it was already all out war between myself and Stewart. My pair of flamers and his split force soon settled the spat as I turned every gun that I had on him. With all of his gals on the floor in various states of distress a voluntary bottle was taken. Big girls blouses......
|Escher attack the Van Saar....|
|.....and the Delaque. DUMB!!|
Once we got going the small gang numbers meant that we were getting through the turns quickly enough which is often the fall-down of such events. The in-fighting / banter / uneasy alliances added an extra bit of edge as well!
|Do the Sump-Pipe shuffle|
|Cawdor move in....|
|....as do the Delaque|
|Hard times for the Enforcers|
At this point the we were running out of turns to get to Locke, who was proving immensely un-killable and all parties had to throw caution to the wind. Ignoring the now competing gangs it was an all out Sh1t or Bust moment for everyone involved.
The Cawdor added some final fire but had overstretched a turn earlier only to be sufficiently Enforced via Las-fire. So much for the word of god!
|Delaque - Nun alliance in full effect|
Despite both gangs emptying every firearm they had at Locke he and his Ogryn were still stood with just one more gang to go, my Van Saar.
|Goliath leave it til the last|
Hammering him to the floor by the barest of margins I took my 2" follow up to stand over Locke's vaguely smouldering form just as the game ended.........or did I?
|Van Saar swoop in!|