Battle of Guran Plains, Subjugation of Margoth

Epistolary Carrick stood on the hill overlooking the plains below.  He allowed himself a smile, looking over the forces of Hive Fleet Tartarus.  It wasn't the first time that they would meet.  On Addassartus and on Gunron, Tartarus and Angelus Mortis had clashed hard and fast.  He had been a part of both campaigns, and this one would be no different.  He looked to the sergeant standing nearby.

"Sergeant Yarro, assemble your terminator squad and follow me.  Sgt Estar, place half your squad at the back of the field, and take the other half with the razorback and surge forward.  Sgt King, take your assault squad with the Redeemer and ram it straight into the enemy lines," Carrick ordered.  "Drive the enemy back to their damned tendril and back into the deep dark of space!"

Subjugation of Margoth, The Prologue

Margoth, an insignificant planet on the fringe of the galaxy.  Recently colonized by the Auretians with the help of the Angelus Mortis, it is a planet rich with minerals.  Nothing spectacular except for the secret projects occurring on its surface.  An Ork Warboss beaten into submission is held prisoner there, and the Auretians are looking for a way to subjugate these vicious beasts to their will.

Assault on Addassartus

I have started a small scale campaign with my brother, now, hoping to keep our games a little more interesting.  It is called the Assault on Addassartus.  I'm borrowing some info from Inquisitor Lord Aki, mostly his campaign primer and mapmaking methodology, to help it along.  The primer is found here. The mapper is simply a free hex mapper found online.  Really doesn't matter which one, just find one you like.

The story is as follows:

Kill Team Battle Fluffy Style

What follows is the fluff from a recent kill team battle I had with my brother.  I just figured I'd have a little fun with it.  

Sgt King led his squad of veterans carefully thought the old battlefield.  They had been sent to gather some intel from a collapsing bastion that had been the target of particularly heavy fighting.  He picked his way through the debris and the barricades that had been set up to defend the line carefully, not wanting to fall victim to foolish footing.  He looked around him in the dead quiet of the dawn, puzzled by the foreboding feeling washing over him.  He opened a vox channel in his helmet.