"So, let me get this right. We run into an active warzone, grab stuff, get out." "Yes." "One question, Serge?" "Yes?" "What are we doing after lunch?" Stephen and I met up for a jolly good game of Xenos Rampant. My forces : Kindred (WW1 Halflings) 3 x large square heavy infantry with anti-tank Slow tank with armour piercing (Fray Bentos) Flying light infantry with heavy weapons and armour piercing bullets. Stephen's forces : Mechaniods. (Star Wars Battle Droids) HQ of light infantry with close combat upgrades 3 x light infantry One heavy infantry Support weapons with heavy wespons. Terrain was my ruined city, with playground and all important bouncy castle. We rolled Mission Juliet - six objectives that are scattered around. The idea is to grab the loot, get it off table and retire for tea, buns and medals. My Kindred's speciality ! WWI Flying Ace looks on as the Kindred form out. Ace's view. Three objectives per side. Hi...
The Ambassador put his glass on the ornate table next to the ancient sofa. Forcefield flared as he tested systems, his table would not get pushed over by the Emperor's arrival displacement. The Med-Bot was securely comfortable in his 'cat tower', a tray of mixed nuts and bolts attached to the tower; somewhere in the distance of the Ambassadorial residence, printers were working hard, no doubt lining up replacement shells for the Diplomatic Droid, who was also no doubt fussing over some minutiae. A three-headed Megladon snack swam through the Imperial visitors tank. All was perfect. "Oh, two base stars just jumped into the system," the Med-Bot noted, "they must be serious." "They seem awfully interested in those two civilian mining ships in this volume, wonder why?" the Ambassador joined in, "he's late." "Not like he ever sticks to any schedule," the Diplomatic Droid interjected over comms. The Ambassador twitched, as if ...