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| Sgt Robinus Pegging it from a 'Nid horde. |
I play as Ultramarines (Aka Smurfs, or Space Lunchboxes) and one man has stood out with his acts in numerous battles. I shall reminisce on the top 3 memories of him here today :).
1. Sgt Robinus and the Traitor Guard.
Robinus and his tactical squad were mounted in a Rhino - and made a beeline up the center of the battlefield, parking up behind some wooded swamplands - only to be immobilised by a stray Battlecannon shell. The Squad dismounted by his command, into the swamp to use it as cover on their advance into the Traitor Guard Mech line. By the time he emerged from the treeline his armour was pitted with holes, and sprayed with the blood and entrails of his squad mates from a couple of rounds of heavy bombardment from the Traitor Guard lines. He sought vengeance, and targeting the closest Leman Russ Demolisher, he ran forth, melting the turret with a direct his from his Combi-Melta before charging in and tearing through its thick armour plating with his power fist, killing all the crew in the process. He proceeded to hunker up against a wall for a couple of rounds picking off guardsmen whilst the rest of the Marines battleforce outflanked and dismantled the opposing army around him.
2. Sgt Robinus and the Tyranid combat patrol.
As dawn was breaking, Sgt Robinus, accompanied by 4 marines and backed by a combat squad of tough marines, 2 landspeeders and a Captain went into battle against a Tyranid patrol consisting of a couple of squads of genestealers, a Trygon and a Tervigon, spewing forth Termagants. As the battle unfolded, he found his transport destroyed, as a large horde of fresh Gaunts charged towards his squad. They held out as best as they could, killing almost all of them but he was last man standing, he initiated a tactical retreat towards friendly lines, regrouping once he was at a safe distance. He then charged into 2 genestealers, wielding naught but his Powerfist he survived their attacks and killed them both - but this was not time to celebrate - a Trygon named Jennifer was making its way towards him from accross the field. He scaled to the top of a ruined building, and stood out on its precipice, ready to accept its charge. With a blood curdling battlecry he accepted the charge from the Trygon, and as it scaled the building towards him he pummeled it with that mighty fist - reducing it to a single wound before being cut asunder... As he lay their dying, the speeders finished off Jennifer and he was rescued, and put back to work.
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| Not Jennifer. |
In his latest venture - him and his tactical squad, along with a small unit of allied scouts held a ruin that was about to become the brunt of a Tyranid Zerg. His unit held out bravely, opening fire for several rounds before enough of the squad was cut asunder, and they opted to make a tactical withdrawal to avoid being charged by a Tervigon, and a large force of surviving DevilGaunts and Termagant Xenos. The unit regrouped and advanced upon a Trygon that was in the midst of the marine force, opening fire - but being caught by the fire from the Tervigon and the gaunts and being the only survivor - he opted to fall back again to save being charged solo by them all.. He then spent the next two rounds legging it across the back of the battlefield, being persued by 7 Termagants, 14 Devilgaunts and a Tervigon, beying for his blood but whom were just not fast enough to keep up with this marine who was determined to survive and regroup with the remainder of his force. He survived the day, and now we are left wondering what the next battle will hold.
I will say one thing... The battles in which I have done my best in have had this guy at the front line with combi-melta and power fist, getting stuck into the enemy with no fear - although it is hilarious to see him in retreat, as the enemy try in vain to gun him down!
-V
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