896.M41 Deep Void.

 Date:  24 January 2024

Game System: Void Admiral

Players: Nick and Justin

"Open comms, battlefleet log 3478. The mission proceeds as planned, our battlefleet has deployed the syren beacons and now we wait to destroy the remnants of these Xenos".

Inquisitor Yax terminated the recording. Finally, he hoped, this assigment in the back end of nowhere was coming to an end. For over 200 years since the Xenos threat known as the Tyranids had been shattered by the Ultramarines at Macragge, the far western edges of the Imperium had been plagued by semi-random attacks of remant 'splinter fleets' of the surviving Xenos. 

But now, after years of careful study of the disgusting aliens, Inquisitor Yax had devised a solution. A series of satellites that would beacon into the void, drawing the mindless Xenos locusts into the guns of his battlefleet bit-by-bit and allowing him to rid the Imperium of this ongoing annoyance. 

"Inquisitor! Long range auspex detects an incoming void craft, no wait, multiple signals, type unknown" called a bridge officer.

"Excellent. The game is afoot! Charge gun batteries, load torpedos! Here and now, we'll end this Tyranid threat for good!"





Two servitors connected to bridge fire control batteries scream a high-itched electronic wail as their console exploded, ravaging what little flesh they had with shards of white-hot shrapnel. Inquisitor Yax could barely believe his eyes as his battlefleet was reduced to wreckage in the wake of the garganuan xenos creatures that swam through the void, spewing acidic spray and birthing living torpdeos that chewed through ceramite hulls.
"Inquisitor yax? Orders?" called the captain from his command throne, but Yax was too stunned ti respond. Where had these beasts come from? These creatures were larger and more numerous that any splinter fleet seen by an Imperial world in the past 200 years.
"Inquisitor? We are the last surviving ship!" implored the Captain.
"Yes...yes, disengage! Disengage!" shouted the Inquisitor, snapping out of his revelry. As the massive warhsip jumped into the Warp, in the distance a pulsing light caught his eye...the syren beacons. If only there had been time to deactive them...


Result: Tyranid Major Victory!


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