Dusting off the Paints…

It’s been ever so long since I last managed to put paint on a model – in fact I think it was about the time of the tournaments here last year, which pushed it back a way. But I have finally done it! I have dusted off the paints and managed to get some models done!

 

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Well, there you go, I’ll probably pack them away now and not get them out for the next six months… but at least I got a few things finished!

 

 

 

 

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Bombers and Corvettes join the fleet…

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Since tasting sweet success with my last painting challenge, and rather liking the look of a painted fleet for once, I have continued with my efforts.

This week I have managed to finish off a Squadron of Bombers, and two Squadrons of Thales Corvettes (well, nearly two, I seem to have lost a single Thales somewhere).

In any case – here they are, in all their state of completion…

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Antarctican Fleet – completed

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I began last week with the challenge of painting just over half of my fleet for the tournament just finished. After some long hours at the painting desk in the evenings, I’m happy to say that they are all finished! Not to as high a standard as I would have liked… but they are done – and that is fantastic. It’s also given me the inspiration to go back and get a bit more painted – so hopefully I’ll start knocking over some, at least, of my large back-catalog of unpainted Covenant miniatures.

I’ll write something more about the tournament on another day, we played 5 games over the two days, and it was an absolute blast. I came in 5th place out of field of 10, but more importantly I had a lot of fun and got to face off against great people.

In any case… the painted tournament fleet:

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Meadow of Mayhem…

Between the hills, and surrounded by small patches of broadleaf forest, lay the meadow.  A quiet place; good grazing land; peaceful.  Peaceful that was until the grizzled commander Piotr, general of the Covenant’s armoured battle group Seleucus, decided to stop running and turned to face the might of the Kingdom of Britannia.

Sealed orders had brought him this far, and his actions as a result had fired the anger of the British High Command.  He had hoped to meet the second detachment, or at worst, make the coast and escape, his mission accomplished, but the British had been quicker to respond than he had planned, and like a horde of bees had descended on him full of blind fury.  If he could beat them back here, he might be able to limp away and escape, if not… Field Commander Piotr had done his duty, and the orders he had satisfied would set more cogs spinning in the ever more deadly and complex machinery of international relations the Covenant were trying to steer.  Either way he would be successful, but he would rather taste the success back at home in Antarctica, than go to his grave knowing it done.

Rising from his oak chair at the head of the grand strategy table in his Archimedes class heavy walker he raised his flask silently.  Officers from across the battle group stood in accompaniment, raising theirs in response.  No words were required, all that could be said had been; only action remained.  He drained his flask, turned, and gazed out the bay windows across the meadows below.  Today would mark the ascendancy or the termination of a glittering career, alea jacta est.

*****

The Covenant line up... across the fields the armoured might of the Kingdom of Britannia roll into position...

The Covenant line up… across the fields the armoured might of the Kingdom of Britannia roll into position…

The Kingdom of Britannia bombards open fire, raining shells down on the Covenant Atticus walkers...

The Kingdom of Britannia Cromwell bombards open fire, raining shells down on the Covenant Atticus walkers…

Quick to respond, the Atticus walkers move into position and lay down fire on the Bombards. The first casualty is dealt.

Quick to respond, the Atticus walkers move into position and lay down fire on the Bombards. The first casualty is dealt.

Kingdom of Britannia Terrier tanks roll forward, dealing significant damage to the Covenant Atticus walkers, destroying one and crippling the others.

Kingdom of Britannia Terrier tanks roll forward, dealing significant damage to the Covenant Atticus walkers, destroying one and crippling the others.

A squadron of Xenophon class small walkers charge across the hill to engage the British Terriers.  On the broken ground one unit of Xenophons is wrecked.  The others manage to make it through and lay down fire on the Terriers...

A squadron of Xenophon class small walkers charge across the hill to engage the British Terriers. On the broken ground one unit of Xenophons is wrecked. The others manage to make it through and lay down fire on the Terriers…

On the flank, Kingdom of Britannia tiny fliers assault the second squadron of Atticus walkers... more wreckage litters the field.

On the flank, Kingdom of Britannia tiny fliers assault the second squadron of Atticus walkers… more wreckage litters the field.

With a squad of Terriers joining in, the Covenant left flank begins to crumble...

With a squad of Terriers joining in, the Covenant left flank begins to crumble…

The middle of the battle field is carnage, as shells are traded and the dead mount up...

The middle of the battle field is carnage, as shells are traded and the dead mount up…

A salvo from the British Cromwells causes a critical hit on one of the Covenant bombards... a sturginium flare erupts, destroying the model and teleporting into the hill ahead of the squadron.

A salvo from the British Cromwells causes a critical hit on one of the Covenant bombards… a sturginium flare erupts, destroying the model and teleporting into the hill ahead of the squadron.

Shells rain in from all sides... the Atticus and Xenophon walkers manage to wipe out the British Cromwell bombards, and lay waste to the terrier squadron.  The MkIIs finish off the Atticus in short order afterwards...

Shells rain in from all sides… the Atticus and Xenophon walkers manage to wipe out the British Cromwell bombards, and lay waste to the terrier squadron. The MkIIs finish off the Atticus in short order afterwards…

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The center has become a killing field. More than 15 units have perished in the intense firefight…

The carnage across the board is intense.  Blows are traded on both sides and the balance of the engagement swings both ways.  On the left flank the British MKIIs move into position, and the Sovereign Class Landship hoves into view...

The carnage across the battlefield is intense. Blows are traded on both sides and the balance of the engagement swings both ways. On the left flank the British MKIIs move into position, and the Sovereign Class Landship hoves into view…

Suffering under heavy fire, crippled by damage from salvo after salvo, General Piotr of the Covenant of Antarctica decides on a last ditch assault, he commands the Archimedes Heavy walker to engage the unit of British MKIIs.  A barrage of cannon fire lays waste to most of the unit, but the last tank is engaged machine to machine, with the Covenant's giant walker trying vainly to tear the tank apart with it's claws.

Suffering under heavy fire, crippled by damage from salvo after salvo, General Piotr of the Covenant of Antarctica decides on a last ditch assault, he commands the Archimedes Heavy walker to engage the unit of British MKIIs. A barrage of cannon fire lays waste to most of the unit, but the last tank is engaged machine to machine, with the Covenant’s giant walker trying vainly to tear the tank apart with it’s claws.

This claw attack fails uselessly however, with the giant walker flailing like a power rangers villain, there are sparks aplenty... but little damage.

This claw attack fails uselessly however, with the giant walker flailing like a power rangers villain, there are sparks aplenty… but little damage.

With the Sovereign finally clearing the hill and bearing down on the Archimedes, with fire from every British unit within range, with aerial assaults from the last of the British tiny fliers, the Archimedes finally succumbs. General Piotr put up a valiant struggle, but in the end, and only by the narrowest of margins, the British win their revenge...

With the Sovereign finally clearing the hill and bearing down on the Archimedes, with fire from every British unit within range, with aerial assaults from the last of the British tiny fliers, the Archimedes finally succumbs.
General Piotr put up a valiant struggle, but in the end, and only by the narrowest of margins, the British win their revenge…

As the smoke begins to clear, it is obvious that losses have been significant and heavy on both sides... it was a close fought battle.  And the British won in the end.

As the smoke begins to clear, it is obvious that losses have been significant and heavy on both sides… it was a close fought battle. And the British won in the end.

*****

As an aside, this game was fought with a little less than what comes in the Armoured Battle Group boxes for both the British and the Covenant, and I have to write, that it was one of the best games I’ve played.

I wasn’t overly interested in the land side of the game, I have to be honest, but this one battle changed my perspective entirely.  In this game their was manoeuvring, damage, and destruction on an unprecedented scale, and it was fantastic. A great game!  Thanks Juzzo – hopefully next game my Covenant manage to pull across the line as victors!

 

Cheers,

Giles.

 

 

 

An Island in the Mist, Scenario 1

An old relay tower, crumbling on the shores in the middle of nowhere: once the base of operations for a small exploratory team, now just falling apart.  A sturginium storm off the coast two weeks ago reactivated the communications relays, and ever since, the station has been transmitting the final message sent from the exploratory team before they disappeared.

It concerns a dangerous area of the oceans, a permanent roiling fog, and within the fog a mysterious island…

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This scenario was designed to be played with two sides and three players.  The objective, a tower, would reward the player who held it while they held it.  The point of the tower was to create a focal point for the conflict.  The game was to be a mixed theatres game, with a naval core.  Some armoured forces would also be handy…

The two armies fighting this scenario were the French and the Covenant of Antarctica.

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An Island in the Mist... Scenario 1 **********

The Covenant of Antarctica reach within striking distance of the radio tower at the same time as the French...

The Covenant of Antarctica reach within striking distance of the communnications relay at the same time as the French…

Fearing that the intercepted message may have been picked up by more than one set of ears, the Covenant send a full battle group to recover what information they can…  Their fears were justified, as a combined land and naval fleet from the Republique of France are also attempting the same…

Wanting to secure the tower as quickly as possible, the land forces deploy and move into position.  A first foray from a squad of Atticus walkers comes under fire from the French... the first casualties are lost...

Wanting to secure the relay as quickly as possible, the land forces deploy and move into position. A first foray from a squad of Atticus walkers comes under fire from the French… the first casualties are lost…

The Bombards, with support from a squadron of recon planes, manages to lay some heavy fire down on the French carrier ship off the coast.  Serious damage is inflicted and billowing fires can be seen, even from this distance...

The Bombards, with support from a squadron of recon planes, manages to lay some heavy fire down on the French carrier ship off the coast. Serious damage is inflicted and billowing fires can be seen, even from this distance…

With the land units coming under sustained fire, the Covenant rush their big ships into the fray.  With enough concentrated fire power French support for their land forces could be nullified.  If the Covenant can claim enough water to control the coast, their land forces should be able to complete their mission and get what they need from the radio tower.

With the land units coming under sustained fire, the Covenant rush their big ships into the fray. With enough concentrated fire power French support for their land forces could be nullified. If the Covenant can claim enough water to control the coast, their land forces should be able to complete their mission and get what they need from the communications relay.

A squadron of dive bombers strike the French carrier causing massive damage.  The crippled French flag-ship is sunk off the coast!

A squadron of dive bombers strike the French carrier causing massive damage. The crippled French flag-ship is sunk off the coast!

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Moving to allow its particle accelerator the range to tear through the French frigates, the Covenant Aristotle class battleship is also positioned to support the armoured forces with it’s big guns and broadsides…

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Meanwhile, on the land, the Covenant are coming under heavy and damaging fire as the French roll forward.

Having sustained significant losses, the French decide that caution is the better part of valour, and retreat.  This communications relay is but one of a chain, the exploratory team that was rumoured to have the co-ordinates for the island in the mist didn’t die here. More information may be found at the next tower in the chain, perhaps even a longitude and latitude…

This is but the first, there will be another day.

Cheers,

Giles.

(You can also find a .png of the scenario in the downloads section if you are interested)

A passing engagement

Sharp and bitter winds whipped the ocean surface to a roiling broth of high crests, deep drops and foam.  Captain Alexander, of the Covenant’s Aristotle Class Battleship, gazed across the seas with an unreadable expression in his face.  A smudge like haze was in the distant sky; smoke pouring through the funnels of French ships as they worked hard to close the distance.  There would be wreckage in the ocean come nightfall.

 

The Covenant line arrange their position.  An enhanced Plato squadron angles itself to maintain the optimum range between the Covenant and the enemy.

The Covenant line arrange their position. An enhanced Plato squadron angles itself to maintain the optimum range between the Covenant and the enemy.

The French and Australians line up ready to engage the Covenant.

The French and Australians line up ready to engage the Covenant.

A group of Australian Escorts close on the Covenant bombers...

A group of Australian Escorts close on the Covenant bombers…

Under heavy fire one of the bombers is hit, and spirals out of control into the ocean below.  The other two are not far from destruction.

Under heavy fire one of the bombers is hit, and spirals out of control into the ocean below. The other two are not far from destruction.

Heavy engagements between squadrons of tiny fliers were ongoing and bloody.

Heavy engagements between squadrons of tiny fliers were ongoing and bloody.

The Covenant and French both exchanged blows.  The Fresnel enhanced Plato squadron were wreaking havoc, but the combined French and Australian forces were far from done.

The Covenant and French both exchanged blows. The Fresnel enhanced Plato squadron were wreaking havoc, but the combined French and Australian forces were far from done.

In the end we called the battle as time was against us, and at that stage the combined French and Australian forces were ahead in points.

 

As the Captain Alexander ordered his squadrons to fight a disengagement and retreat, cheers and an echo of the call, “Vive le président” and “France toujours” could be heard across the waves.  It was far from over, but for now, the French had won the day.