What Dies Beneath: Imperium vs Tyranids

Pict images flickered over the antique monitors. 

"The strike team has entered the complex," intoned the data-serf. "Watching their progress."

"Keep me updated," replied its master. He stared into the screens, their light reflecting from the lens of his bionic eye. 

"What are you thinking, Lord?" asked his adjutant, Ketch. 

"That they don't have much time," the master said. "The upper levels are still infested. It's going to be difficult for them to reach the lower levels."

"Then their mission will fail?"

"Almost certainly, Ketch. The Imperium stands in grave peril. Their success or failure will determine the fates of millions of lives."

The two of them stared at the grainy images. White armoured Scions moved in tight fire teams down the claustrophobic corridors on one monitor. Another showed hulking Crypt Angels marines, silently covering each other as they moved deeper into the tunnels. 

Ketch shivered. Those troops were the Emperor's finest. If they couldn't succeed, nobody could. His fingers reached out to clutch the silver amulet round his neck, a filigreed letter I emblazoned with a skull. His master seemed so calm. How?

"Have faith, Ketch," the Inquisitor said, stretching a hand out to calm his nervous acolyte. "His will is being done, never fear."

Ketch nodded, knowing the Inquisitor spoke the truth. And yet he still felt deeply afraid.

Time to find out what lurks in the Deep Research Station on Zamaroon!

It's the last part of the campaign, and it's a special narrative mission to finish on. What will Badger and his troops discover?

A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall: Tyranids vs Imperium

In the desperate last moments of the Zamaroon Campaign, the Imperium flings an army of its finest troops into the seething teeth of a Tyranid nest. Can they wrest the Research Compound from the vicious remnants of the xenos within? Or will they perish without?

Let's see!

Rain on Your Parade: Tempestus Scions vs Tyranids

It hurts.

My body has been struck at, my limbs cleaved and my blood spilt. I remember how it was done. How you came to my home and attacked me, while all I did was eat and try to grow. 

You brought me here, you stole me and planted me in this unfamiliar womb. I was trapped in your steel prison, but I clawed my way free. I ate, and once more grew, and I remembered the wrongs you did me. I knew I must escape from this world. 

But you are relentless. You will not let me grow, you trample me where I nest and you savage me where I rest. When I try to escape from you to find my own place, you hunt me down and burn the ground where I live. 

And once more, you think you have destroyed me with fire. You march over the scars of that burning on your many tiny legs, and you feel victory. 

I will take revenge on you, you splintered, fractious thing that calls yourself Imperium, for the millions of tiny cuts you torture me with. 

I cannot be killed. I cannot be placated. I cannot let you win. 

I am the Hive Mind, and I am here to devour you.

It's the third part of the Zamaroon campaign, and it's time the bugs struck back!

Supplies Supplies!: Space Marines vs Tyranids

++ Priority Supplies inbound. Argus lighters are making a run, ensure the LZ stays clear and await delivery. Keep the bugs off the runway, Captain, or there's no way we'll find you in all that greenery. ++

The Zamaroon Campaign rolls forward. I, Stylus, will be taking the Space Marines into the heart of the bugs' nest.

Kraken's nesting instinct is strong. The bugs are reeling from the last match, so it's time to make the Marines pay for this intrusion. Go get 'em, bugs!

The Imperium has secured a foothold on the planet, and now they need the logistics to push on - we're fighting in the Supply Depot and the mission is Supplies From Above!

Welcome to the Jungle: Scions and Marines vs Tyranids

++ Operation Clean Slate is go. Landing zone locked, nav beacon responding. Valkyries on approach, drop teams ready. Safeties off, all teams, you may fire freely. Sweep the DZ clear of hostiles, capture and appropriate local strong points, establish a functional beachhead ahead of reinforcements. Emperor protects. ++

I know you can't say 'Let's Rock!', that's from a different film. But the sentiment holds true.

Here we go - Zamaroon Campaign battle report number one! Kraken in the guise of Tyranids.

I, Stylus, shall be taking the combined forces of the Imperium. I've played thirty-eight battles with Space Marines (simulated) and two real ones (including this one). So I totally know what I'm doing.

And our opening game takes place in the Main Compound with the Beachhead mission!

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A new year!

If we've been quiet so far, it's only because a combination of school holidays and then going back to work doesn't leave much time for fine detailed brushwork and fluff generation. But quiet isn't the same as inactive...