INTO THE WASTELAND

Convoy Assault

The Top Shelf Raiders were a bunch of scum dog, double dealing, back stabbing, PDF deserters. They had some goods that my tribe would greatly need if we intended on taking the fight to the band of Pit Slaves we encountered weeks ago. They had crates of ammo, food and water. I took the wheel of our transport and let the young Nomads ride in the open back end, guns ready for the fire fight to come. We came barreling down into the valley- the Top Shelf Raiders south west of us. We would make our mark and the swines never forget the Ghost Dogs.

The Raiders armored transport rumbled along the

valley floor,its walker guardian bringing up its flank.

Hitting the throttle on my engine, we raced

to cut off the Raiders but the walker fired

volley after volley of heavy bolter rounds.

Not much damage was done but Laz was unfortunate

and the bullets sent him flying over board

and he was left in the dust.

We exchanged fire , shotguns and lasrifle shots

ricochetingon each others wheels, tracks and

crew compartments.

Time was of the essence and so far the PDF bastards

were keeping us at bay with their gun power.

Soon they would be out of the valley -

but I could not let that happen.

I made a fast decision and turned our

vehicle in an attempt to come up alongside them.

It was difficult to navigate the valley floor with all

the rock piles, wrecks and detritus.

Coming along side them we opened up with our

Plasma gun and sawed off shotguns, killing one

of their crew and damaging its tracks.

We sped past them and it seemed we would have

the upper hand now.

But it was not to be as their walker's heavy bolter

rained death to my Nomads in the rear and also

igniting our precious nitro canisters causing

our vehicle to almost wreck.

Loosing control we spun around and we smashed

headlong into the valley wall, more of my tribesmen

thrown violently from their seats.

To make matters worse the Raiders rammed us-

further crippling our chances of seizing the precious loot.

They continued on their way as we lay

beaten and broken.

As they rode off we began looking for our lost brothers, they won today but we shall have our revenge.

Such is the way of the Ash Wastes.

- Hangman- Nomad tribe leader of the Ghost Dogs

GAME NIGHT

Several weeks ago a few members of the So Cal Freebootaz got together at my house for some Necromunda, food and beer. I wish this could be a proper report but much drinking and lots od joking around stopped us from taking notes.

So it was that our first game was a typical Underhive battle going four ways. Myself , Janus Kain, Gamer Nerd 21 and Jimmy " The Jimster", shot it out over a few rounds of combat.

The Mighty Janus Kain pointing at something......

I can't remember exact details of what happened but I do recall I bottled out first and then Janus Kain was next. Somehow The Jimster pulled out a victory.

After more Sam Adams was enjoyed we discussed the forthcoming Ash Waste campaign and set up for a run through of the rules.

All I can say is that we had a blast playing NAW and the vehicle combat was awesome and the game play quick and brutal.

Highlights of the game were The Jimsters gangers being thrown from his bike from a boarding action, my gang being nearly destroyed in one swoop from a well placed plasma shot from Gamer Nerds boys - which took out the driver of my transport and ended wrecking in a rock formation.

Tons of fun and looking forward to this weekends first campaign game.

BATTLE REPORT

SEVEN GUNS FOR GOSHEN

Like many back water planets in the Imperium, lone settlements are prone to attacks by xenos pirates and human slave traders. So it was that hell come to the town of Goshen and the hard working miners of Elias x-14 were no strangers to the brutal slaver Hugo Dim and his band of killers. This time was different though, the miners had scraped together what money they had and hired men who lived by the way of the gun.

All they could afford was seven gunmen...seven to fight off thirty slavers. The miners hoped it would be enough............

Among the seven were two brothers who once called Goshen home in their youth...Cole and Roland Harrigan. They understood the consequence of being hired guns, but times were tough and the miners and their families had been kind.

Elias's double suns had just gone down and dusk was all around.

A few brave souls, hard working men, stood with what weapons they had and scanned the outskirts of Goshen alongside the seven.

It was Virgil Hawkeye that caught sight of the first slave gangers cresting the barren hills.

He fired a full clip of ammo with his las rifle , doing his best to make sure they kept their heads down.

Cole and three others, Luke Dead Eye, Al the Dog and Three Finger Bob manned the main gate and braced themselves behind the makeshift barricades.

A dozen slavers now came scrambling down the hills, firing wildly and screaming like mad jackals.

A big bastard the miners called Dundar swept his heavy bolter madly, pinning the three hired guns for a moment.

The murderers came in waves and from all sides of the settlement, forcing the seven to split up and the miners that had the stones to stay and fight followed their protectors.

Roland and Pistol Pete ran for cover, dodging auto pistol and shotgun fire as they made their way for a small depot of water barrels.

They stood guns blazing, dropping the gangers they raced towards the gates.

The seven did their best to defend the miners, the town was surrounded.

Hugo Dim now assaulted the south entrance with his top killers.

A few miners held their ground and managed to kill a few slavers.

though the gang was now jumping the walls and barricades and some now ran from roof top to roof top, taking shots at the gunmen.

The seven closed in to the center of Goshen, trying to keep the savage killer at bay.

A few miners were knocked senseless and dragged off in the dark.

The gunmen locked in brutal close quarters combat,they could do nothing for those poor souls.

One by one the seven began to fall, first Luke Dead Eye...

and then Cole Harrigan....

Then, when all seemed lost Hugo Dim raised his battle sword and gave the signal for retreat...

The slavers had left as quick as they had appeared.... and what was left of the seven was horribly wounded....

Four miners had been captured but none were killed.....the slavers left their dead where they fell, riddled with bullets or burned by lasfire...

Goshen was safe though many men died as they had lived- by the gun.