"Captain, you don't have the instructions."
"Oh, I read them on the way here, it's fine."
"Are you sure, sir?"
"Oh, absolutely, I just need to pull this lever here..."
The stomachs of every member of the Tallarn XVI turned in the same moment. Primaris Washdraft screamed, then threw up. Looking around, the air shimmering, they looked on in horror as swarms of strange twisted creatures stepped out into space.
Perhaps accepting a "simple routine maintenance operation" for the Necrons on their pylon technology was a little higher risk than it first appeared . . . especially when your CO thinks that reading instructions is for chumps...
Pushing forward, a hail of fire from the Guard vehicles blew away most of a Bloodletter squad.
But worryingly, swarms of demons started materialising behind the Guard lines.
The Manticore and the Guard squad opened fire on a some Bloodletters, leaving only a handful of survivors.
The Hellhound incinerated a squad of Flesh Hounds, taking some pressure off.
The daemonic cavalry charges into the Leman Russ, carving into the armour.
The bigger, slower moving daemonic troops started bearing down on the Guard.
The Guard reserves, two squads of Militarum Tempestus, grav-chuted in and opened fire on the Pink Horrors holding one of the objectives.
One squad charged in while the other failed to make the charge...
The squad who failed their charge didn't have long to regret it, as a Skull cannon shot most of them down before charging in and wiping out the remainder.
The Soul Grinder charged into the Guard squad.
It. Um. Didn't go well for the Guard.
The daemonic cavalry charged into the remaining troops, cutting them down.
It wasn't long before the handful of remaining troops from the expedition were cut down, but as they fell, the daemonic incursion started to fade. The Guard had held them off long enough for the objective points to be tied, making the game a draw.
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