This is my first battle report
"You are clear for landing...we look forward to recieving the package, over"
"Understood. Over and out."
"I did exactly what you said. Will you let me go now?"
"True, you did well, they suspect nothing. But your usefulness to us is at an end."
"Commence the assault!"
On a seemingly insignificant asteroid, the Deadly Space Men are running a mining operation for energy resources. The Futurons, another branch of the seemingly loosly dispersed DSM race, are seeking to attack their far more prosperous brethren.
Their target: Hydrogen 3, the incredibly powerful element found only on the surfaces of barren atmosphereless moons and asteroids. A single tank of it is enough to power half a city, let alone a small army of murderous minifigures.
Yellow excitedly awaits the freindly merchant who will bring the monthly shipment of weapons, beer, and other goodies.
Futurons start pouring through the airlock...
Black somehow misses a point-blank shot
His yellow friend does not, killing the only other DSM in the crampt room.
The Black DSM, their leader, noticing the gunfire, rallies his troops to ready for battle.
He and the red Spaceman both grab Orange Transparent Chainsaws and move down with the others to cover the external airlock.
The whites, on their lunch break, quickly finish up
The armed one moves to cover the door whilst the other makes a dash for something else...
A parked hoversled!
The DSM ready response fire...
Yellow jumps out of his vehicle, eager to aid in the coming fight.
The first futuron is quickly mowed down by the blue and yellow spaceman's response fire.
Blue is then quickly dispatched by the next futuron.
Who is in turn killed as well.
He falls down to the ground in a pool of flash-frozen blood, the air violently sucked out of his lungs into vacuum.
More futurons continue to pour into the battlefield.
The DSM leader gets to the bottom of the steps.
Red jumps into the relative safety of a pit.
And fires, wildly missing any enemies.
Yellow and white take up flanking positions, thinking it better to stay out where they can ambush the futurons rather than go inside and start firing point blank in a confined space.
White gets into the vehicle and starts towards the killzone.
The yellow one moves towards it too, whilst the blue continues to snack, completely oblivious to the battle that is going on like Bonn-o-Tron.
As the futurons move out both DSM miss badly.
Same story with the futurons
The blue one pays for his bad marksmanship with his head.
It lands somewhere a dozen metres away
Overview (turn 3 I think)
The futuron leader has an idea...
He lands safely, and kills the rider of the hoversled.
Red follows his example
He attempts to kill the snacking Spaceman, but misses.
Double kill by the futurons!
The blue futuron attempts to shoot the yellow DSM through the window, but fails.
Red leaps out of the pit for an attack!
The OTC rips through the yellow futuron!
The Deadly Spacemen leader follows suite, and rushes towards the enemy commander.
And scores a kill!
Unfortunately the legs stick onto his OTC...
The blue Spaceman finally realises that that Red Futuron isn't just a friendly by-stander...
..And throws his lunch at him
Somehow killing him!
He picks up the dead futuron's weapon and starts towards the airlock.
Another Futuron jumps through the window
He fails in trying to shoot the blue DSM
...And then the yellow Futuron shoots the DSM leader
"I guess that means I'm in charge now!!!"
This one shoots and misses.
Overview at this point.
The yellow Futuron is shredded under combined fire
Red kills another Futuron with his OTC, the last one to even make it out the door.
The blue Spaceman kills the last blue enemy.
The Yellow, seeing as he is the last one left, decides that there is no way he can win, let alone make a profit anymore.
He surrenders, and the battle goes to the Deadly Space Men!
"I was just in it for the money, seriously, I have nothing against you personally! Please, just, sh-sh-show s-som--"
"Please, no, n-no don't d--"
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