Guilliman's Demise

Tau & Chaos forces ready to take on the Imperium

Last night was supposed to be revenge for mine and Lewis' forces against Ultramarines. However, it was not to be as they had help from the Dark Angels and we lost.

The game mode was The Prize, and they gained first turn, killing Lewis' Knight immediately and crippling my Riptide. They then grabbed the objective and took it straight inside a Landraider (which had a 4+ invun and gave -1 to hit it). Knowing that we had already lost the game, we instead decided to hunt down Guilliman and take him out. We succeeded (twice, no less) and in turn were the first factions to actually take him out so far!

The first time was from a squad of Cultists, Breachers and Crisis Suits and then second time was from Tzeentch Flamers, more Cultists, Strike Teams and a Coldstar Commander.

Overall it was an extremely tough game and our heavy hitters were taken out almost immediately, nearly crippling our entire forces in one fell swoop. Some fluff from the Tau perspective is below the photos.

Guilliman's first death

Shield Drones with 4+/5++ are horrible, especially when you roll like this..

Moments before the second death of Guilliman

Lewis also joined me in the 5's and 6's with his Disgustingly Resilliant

Guilliman's Demise

Pax'nera Sept was still reeling from the crushing defeat at the hands of the Ultramarines. Barely a week had passed, Gottfried, the pilot of the Knight, was still in critical condition despite having 24 hour care. Tau medical staff were not used to treating human injuries, but they couldn't let him die.

Steadstrike stood outside the medical room, watching over him, deep in thought, when he was interrupted by Tallet, one of the Militia Leaders of the Canis Aureus.

"The Ultramarines are advancing on our position. They say Guilliman is marching again and he's brought friends.. Dark Angels."

The Tau commander sighed heavily and simply nodded, electing not to say too much.

"Very well. Prepare yourselves. I will have the shell sent for."

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"This plan had better work O'Lynu'ka."

Farshot was a Hammerhead ace, one of the best pilots in the Sept. A good job really, as his gruff demeanour and abrasive personality certainly earned him no favours.

Steadstrike smirked a little, uneasy.

"It will work my friend. All we have to do is draw him out. I care not for whatever trinket they are after."

There behind them stood a towering Knight, far bigger than a Riptide suit. It was as imposing as they remembered. If only it wasn't a fake..

The Ultramarines poured all of their firepower into the shell, destroying it near immediately, but the plan had worked. Guilliman himself had entered the battlefield and was striding right towards the group. However, he was so focused, he neglected his flank and left himself exposed. A Breacher team opened fire, weakening his incredible armour as a group of Crisis Suits, led by Steadstrike himself in his Coldstar suit, dropped in behind, unleashing the fury of their Fusion Blasters and Ion Blasters, tearing chunks out of his armour, leaving his body exposed. The Cultists then moved up and opened fire, their bolter shots tearing Guilliman's leg and arm off as he crumpled to the ground unmoving.

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Amazingly, despite the fact he lost limbs, Guilliman rose again. The battle was nearly over; Farshot's Hammerhead was destroyed, the Riptide crippled and the Crisis team reduced to ash. Guilliman was advancing fast, firing upon the last of the Plaguebearers. Even Steadstrike felt a pang of guilt as the cries of the Chaos forces rang out as the Primarch tore them down.

More Cultists rained down bolter fire, backed up by Strike teams unleashing their pulse rifles, tearing open the man's armour. He wiped the blood off his chin, expecting to take them all on.

Pushing his suit as fast as it would go, Steadstrike barrelled into him at full force, knocking the man from his feet. Pinning him down, the Tau Commander said no words, only a singular, hatred-filled glare as he pointed his burst cannon at the once-mighty Primarch pinned at his feet. Without a shred of remorse, guilt or empathy, he opened fire, severing Guilliman in half with white-hot pulse rounds.