Pil
Member
The fall of Helsreach, BOYL 2023 (Saturday)
Let me tell you about the fall of Helsreach.
I had been mayor of the town for a good year after ousting the alien usurper.
My boys, the Heavy Metal Hatched Headz, had become used to town life and all was good.
The coffers of the town were filled with forty golden dubloons, a small fortune.
It was a holiday: the Feast of the White Machine Spirit.
Adeptus mechanicus were coming into town to bless the Battle Cat.
My relationship with the imperium was iffy at best but I must have made friends when I expelled the Xenos rulers.
There are only so much Space Marines to go around, anyway.
Everything about the day was festive and there were a lot of people about in the town.
However, Helsreach wasn't the only place that was busy.
The wastelands, my old home, where the air smells like dust and gasoline, was flooding with ruffians and slavers.
Our mighty city gates would hold them off so the procession could continue as planned.
Among the outlaws, scavvies and scum of the wastes were my old enemies: the militia under the command of Chris, whom I outlawed a year ago.
The day of festivities began, as these days go, with a traffic jam on the central square.
Perhaps we should have left the cars parked, but that's just not our style.
Also, you need to be prepared for any eventualities.
Seeing the general busyness in the town square I redeployed my wheels ready to pounce on those intending to disturb the peace.
But unbeknownst to me, an alliance was formed in the wasteland.
Explosives were procured and before we knew it the gate had been busted open with a bomb well placed by an outlaw jetbike.
The fight is on! With the gate open the battlelines were formed.
It would be citizens versus wastelanders and outlaws!
As a mayor I must ride out!
The wastelanders waste no time collecting guilders for their battle, while still showing some infighting.
I miss those days!
Meanwhile the first enemy jetbikes swoop over the gates to attack the citizens and defenders of Helsreach.
While we ride out others ride in!
There are might crashes and I'm attacked by a huge green chicken of chaos.
I don't recall what happened after that.
The next thing I know I wake up at Doc Buzzcut's, with my patched up Iron Maiden parked nearby.
In the meantime Exumer lends himself and Dream Evil as a driver for some allies, while the rest get in a scrap with the Scavvy King and his droogs.
Stuck in a crossfire between scavvies and outlaw squats my scarcily armoured and armed men are having a rough time.
Meanwhile in the wastelands some scraps are happening and more people are flocking to Helsreach.
Guarding the gate...
With most of my warriors severely wounded we are forced to retreat to Doc Buzzcut's.
Time for an exit strategy. I form my patched up cars and warriors in a group in a bid to escape this Hellhole.
A mighty warrior named Sherm has been pounding wastelanders into the turf and has impressed me with his bravado.
When he gets wounded, I pay for his bill at Doc Buzzcut's and get him on my side.
I proclaim him to be the new mayor in my absence.
He only needs to reclaim the mayoral mansion.
While we make our way for the exit. Strange things are afoot.
Let me tell you about the fall of Helsreach.
I had been mayor of the town for a good year after ousting the alien usurper.
My boys, the Heavy Metal Hatched Headz, had become used to town life and all was good.
The coffers of the town were filled with forty golden dubloons, a small fortune.
It was a holiday: the Feast of the White Machine Spirit.
Adeptus mechanicus were coming into town to bless the Battle Cat.
My relationship with the imperium was iffy at best but I must have made friends when I expelled the Xenos rulers.
There are only so much Space Marines to go around, anyway.
Everything about the day was festive and there were a lot of people about in the town.
However, Helsreach wasn't the only place that was busy.
The wastelands, my old home, where the air smells like dust and gasoline, was flooding with ruffians and slavers.
Our mighty city gates would hold them off so the procession could continue as planned.
Among the outlaws, scavvies and scum of the wastes were my old enemies: the militia under the command of Chris, whom I outlawed a year ago.
The day of festivities began, as these days go, with a traffic jam on the central square.
Perhaps we should have left the cars parked, but that's just not our style.
Also, you need to be prepared for any eventualities.
Seeing the general busyness in the town square I redeployed my wheels ready to pounce on those intending to disturb the peace.
But unbeknownst to me, an alliance was formed in the wasteland.
Explosives were procured and before we knew it the gate had been busted open with a bomb well placed by an outlaw jetbike.
The fight is on! With the gate open the battlelines were formed.
It would be citizens versus wastelanders and outlaws!
As a mayor I must ride out!
The wastelanders waste no time collecting guilders for their battle, while still showing some infighting.
I miss those days!
Meanwhile the first enemy jetbikes swoop over the gates to attack the citizens and defenders of Helsreach.
While we ride out others ride in!
There are might crashes and I'm attacked by a huge green chicken of chaos.
I don't recall what happened after that.
The next thing I know I wake up at Doc Buzzcut's, with my patched up Iron Maiden parked nearby.
In the meantime Exumer lends himself and Dream Evil as a driver for some allies, while the rest get in a scrap with the Scavvy King and his droogs.
Stuck in a crossfire between scavvies and outlaw squats my scarcily armoured and armed men are having a rough time.
Meanwhile in the wastelands some scraps are happening and more people are flocking to Helsreach.
Guarding the gate...
With most of my warriors severely wounded we are forced to retreat to Doc Buzzcut's.
Time for an exit strategy. I form my patched up cars and warriors in a group in a bid to escape this Hellhole.
A mighty warrior named Sherm has been pounding wastelanders into the turf and has impressed me with his bravado.
When he gets wounded, I pay for his bill at Doc Buzzcut's and get him on my side.
I proclaim him to be the new mayor in my absence.
He only needs to reclaim the mayoral mansion.
While we make our way for the exit. Strange things are afoot.
