Everyone has games that were so awesome, they'll never forget them. This could be because of a victory that makes a story worth telling, or a loss that is so hilarious you can't help but smile. I'll be posting reports of games I've had that went down in the history books.
Back in the old days of Studio 40K in Mary Mayo hall, one of my fellow players was Dan. He answered as easily to his own name as he did to "Rock Star." He was sort of a hipster. He played mostly Tau, but also had a Space Marines chapter of his own making, called the Myridian Suns. They were Sunburst Yellow with black rims and a black sun with eight rays coming out of it. I was playing against his Myridian Suns with my Azure Flames Space Marines.
Most of the details of the battle are lost. However one important fact was that I took a 5 man Devastator squad with 4 Lascannons, and they deployed in a central ruined building with lines of fire to many different parts of the board. Dan got the first turn and made these Devastators a priority. His entire army unloaded, and killed all but one Lascannon.
Undeterred, the Lascannon made his morale check and proceeded to blow up a Land Raider.
The rest of Dan's army advanced, and my army and his slugged it out. However, he took the loss of the Land Raider personally and chose to fire a large amount of his army at this lone Lascannon Devastator. He amazingly survived, accounting for (by the end of the game) The Land Raider, a Dreadnought, and some Terminators. This annoyance distracted Dan, and let me outflank him. I named the Lascannon marine Brother Stephen and painted his shoulder rims gold and promoted him to the 1st company. Here is a story I wrote a while ago. After this game, Dan sold off his Myridian Suns piecemeal, and so I thought that they had turned to Chaos and been exterminated.
Brother Stephen's service during the fall of Myridia.
The Land Raider exploded, spraying shrapnel. Stephen smiled. A bolt round ricocheted off of Stephen’s helmet. The window he was firing from partially disintegrated under the hail of fire from the traitors. Stephen calmly knelt and replaced the battery pack in his Lascannon. A groan from the corner signified that Sergeant Xin’s wound was serious but not fatal. Stephen stood and sighted for another target. He dodged to the right quickly as a Krak missile flew through the space where his head was, and blew out the ceiling three meters behind him. He sighted a Dreadnought and fired. Fire ripped through its Sarcophagus, and it collapsed in a pile of slag. He once again took cover as more of the wall disintegrated around him. The traitor chapter was throwing all their firepower at him. Stephen put that thought out of his mind, stood, and sighted once again. Five Terminators advanced on the building Stephen occupied, their garish yellow livery now decorated with signs of the ruinous powers. Stephen cursed them as he fired, and one fell. They would reach him, but he would take as many of the Myridian Suns with him as he could. The Terminator’s Storm Bolters barked fire, and Stephen had to move to the next window. Shots rang off of his greaves. Stephen uttered a prayer of thanks and fired again, felling another Terminator.
“For Atrus’ sake, get down Stephen!” Xin coughed. He seemed to be staring off into the distance. Another Krak missile blew out the wall, and Stephen had to heave a large piece of rubble off of himself.
“You should not be moving about sir. Let me take care of the traitors.” He replied.
“No, you don’t under…” he cut off, hacking blood. “…Vindicators!”
Stephen’s eyes went wide, and he gently set his Lascannon down, walked to Sergeant Xin, lifted him, and moved him to the center of the building as thunderous booms seemed to tear the world apart. Minutes later his vox link came to life.
“Surviving Azure Flames, this is Captain Valerien. Report.” Several other squads reported in. The traitors were in retreat and their lines had been shattered.
“10th squad 5th Company reporting. This is Brother Stephen. Sergeant Xin is injured and the rest of the squad is dead. We are in hab complex J on the west side of the encampment.”
“Stephen, Valerien. Confirm hab complex J?”
“Valerien, Stephen. Confirmed.”
“Excellent work, Brother. Your squad seemed to draw the fire of all the traitors at once. Your distraction allowed our Vindicators to get into position, and your fire suppressed the traitor’s advance. What was your squad’s kill count?”
“The squad took fire before we got into position. I was the only man left standing. I accounted for a Land Raider, a Dreadnought, and two Terminators.”
Stephen’s vox burst with wild cheers. Stephen sat and lowered the volume on the vox. As the medivac arrived, reports had come in that the Myridian Suns’ fleet had been utterly annihilated. Stephen hefted the stretcher with Xin, and estimated that the Myridian Suns would be erased from the galaxy in two days, at most.