A little background info..
Since I started playing Warhammer 40k, 20+ years ago I quickly gravitated from the starter box space marines to the Imperial guard. They were the underdog and I liked that feeling.
I played competitively once in 5th edition and I felt so dirty when I turned up with 9 lascannons on sentinels. I hated it. AND it was boring! Karma saw me lose to pink flower Necrons with butterflies.
So I turn to fluff. I played at the first Vanquish with an Imperial Guard list geared around a WWII theme. NO plasma, NO meltas, NO lascannons.. etc.
I saw the light!
It was great because it forced me not to spam. I picked units that were overpriced in points or where just not that efficient. But it was fun, it was colourful in variety, and looked daunting to face from the opposite board edge. Points go a long way with guard when you’re not buying Lasconnons.
Best of all, I got creative. (Dirt bike rough riders! Yes!)
But it stopped there, for years. And things got shelved. Sad times.
Fast forward through the darkness of 6th and 7th edition and introducing my 8 years old son to 8th edition and finding A TALE OF GAMERS. It’s the perfect platform to bring my much love guardsmen back to the table top and bring it all together with a WWII theme to the tournament in October.
Meet the 8063rd mechanised Cadian Corp. (or what’s left of it)
Huh..weird… The lights went out on the frigate. !WHOOP! *haul breached* !WHOOP! *haul breach* the sound echoed in my cubicle
That’s the last time I saw a role of standard issued rectal cleansing wipes and blacked out.
“ On your feet you malformed inbred PRINCESSES!!!“
The Commander was always good at remembering all our names…urg..my head…why can’t I see very well..… oh!.
I choked and coughed on the black smoke from the wreckage. The smell of burning rocket fuel and the sound of men screaming came to no shock to any of us rough necks of the 8063rd. All in a normal days work. But this wasn’t normal. What happened?
“ ARE YOU WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO MAKE IT ALL BETTER?!!”
“I SAID MOVE!!!!”
Normal was disembarking the ships in single file in the back of my units mobile stronghold. My beloved Chimera. Into battles, onto platforms, into formations, even amphibious landings… I was Armoured Corp .
Where was it? wher… the hell IS EVERYONE? WHERE ARE WE!? As my head came around, I think there were familiar black boots next to me. I think, because I lay on the ground trying to get my eye back into its socket. As i focused, I saw Commander Cornell standing over me. Although those boots weren’t as dirty as I last remembered.
“YOU!” he stared down…
Me? I squinted up at his silhouette…
OH sanctified emperor NO!
“GET YOUR SQUAD TO GATHER PROVISIONS, AMMUNITION AND YOU ARE INCHARGE OF SORTING OUT THAT SENTINEL WITH A FUNCTIONAL WEAPON”
I “look” in the direction to see an armoured sentinel on its side. The only sentinel… Next to it, a dilapidated auto cannon a few yards away. Barrel bent.
A weapon…? How the hell are we gonna get it standing?
“Yes SIR!” I reply instinctively
He then quickly turned to start verbally abusing some others, stating,
“WE’VE GOT A LONG MARCH… got to find it ”
I moan to myself as i sit up, covering my bad eye. Pulling off a burning piece of cleansing wipe stuck to my boot I think about how stiff I’ll be tomorrow and how much I hate marching.
May as well start by pulling up my combats. And what is it we got to find….
Patrol Detachment. Regiment: Cadian
Company Commander [31pts]
Troops x 3
Infantry Squad [210pts]
Ratlings x 5 [45pts]
Armoured Sentinel [62pts]
Rough Riders [65pts]
6x Rough Rider:
Heavy Support [54pts]
Heavy Weapon Team: Autocannon x3
Heavy Support [33pts]
Heavy Weapon Team: mortar x3
500 points exactly.