I was hoping to do a proper battle report today, however on getting to the FLGS Saturday, we soon discovered that I had forgotten the case that held the bulk of the Fem Fa'Tau's infantry! (Again? Really?) Thus with all of the Pathfinders and Fire Warriors being proxies, I decided to skip it. However part of the way thru, my GF wanted me to do a bat rep anyways, and starting taking pics of the game (with the proxies omitted). So here goes...well, sorta.
Purge the alien, 1500 points, dawn of war deployment, Rob's Plague Marines vs. the Fem Fa'Tau and a small contingent of my allied Orks.
Rob stated beforehand that he was 'bringing the chesse' and boy did he! Omitting vehicles and dumping (seemingly) all of those points into this friggin' Daemon Prince. Who made short work of my Tankbustas and Big Mek with KFF.
I need 5's to hit & 6's to wound? Sure that sounds fair, 4-5 dead Orks later, they tried to flee but were instead cut down.
On the same flank, a squad of Stealth Suits arrives to bring the pain via a bucket load of burst cannon shots. Rob was rather impressed with this unit!
Whereas on the other flank, the god-awful looking spawn, took down a Hammerhead, though they lost one of their number on the way in...
An oblit. arrived via deep strike, only to roll a snake eyes on the multi-melta's attempt to penetrate the other hammerhead. in return, he absorbed a hellova lot of fire, for no ill effect.
Fearing the firepower of the Tau gun line and not the Deff Dredd (borrowed from Neverness, and being the first Deff Dread that I've fielded...EVER!), the Daemon falls back into cover, though still takes a bunch of wounds from Tau shooting.
Proving invulnerable to the Daemon's witchery, the Stealth suits hammer the bastard with overwatch fire. However Mr. 4+ FnP (among the myriad of other goodies) makes his FnP save, clinging to his last wound, and summarily wipes out the squad.
|Hide your eyes kids! Rob's touching with his sack...|
Just prior to that disaster, the Termies lost a member or two from the burst cannon onslaught!
Having lost another spawn to concentrated Tau shooting, Rob claimed "I'm not trying to be a douche" and then the spawn, using far more intelligence than it ought to have, proceeded to hug the wall denying the shooting of most of the tau on the floors above it.
However, on it's charge of the Devilfish, it found the transport was within 6" of the fire warriors, and their shooting along with the still attached gun drone brought that douchbaggery to an end!
The Deff Dread, *my* sole remaining model, decides to eat some termies...
With the Spawn threat eliminated, the Pathfinders and fire warriors went back to sniping at the above squad, which was out ranged and never made any attempt to advance.
Nomming two of them, he then turns his attention to the helpless Termie Lord and his weak lightning claws...
Whilst the Devilfish looks for some fresh targets...however these Plague marines would also refuse to advance, and thus never make it into the D-fish's range.
Desperate to save his Termie Lord, Rob brings that rotten chunk of cheddar in to save him...
Meanwhile the Oblit still fails to do any damage, though he finally succumbed to the Tau's shooting...
Typical. I can only hope the next, far off edition of 40k does something to rectify the fact that a Dreadnought of any sort, still has an almost 0% chance of surviving in close combat with a monstrous creature (barring some epically bad rolling, which as you can see, was not the case here).
This time Rob clearly stated he 'was engaging in the douchebaggery' by dropping this beleaguered squad into the building and out of site of the Tau. That said, a Rail rifle shot or two still went thru that bottom floor window, to no effect other than to let them know that they were not forgotten...
Whilst in the center the last surviving plague bearer (sorry, all other pics of this fight were blurry to the point of oblivion) succumbs to the Pathfinders' shooting. Though a squad of fire warriors died before to these Daemons.
At games' end, Rob had us by four points. Sadly, Amy's dice were not pleased by the proxies, and that itself had a telling effect, especially among the almost worthless shooting from the pathfinder units (averaging just 1 marker light hit per squad, per turn). The Daemon prince wiped out my Orks single-handedly (and anything else it came in contact with), and was 'just a little over the top'. It amuses me that he was screaming cheese about a similarly equipped daemon prince that Neverness threw it at him some ways back. Still we a good time so all is well.
Hope everyone has a Merry Christmas!!!