2 Days and 2 posts.. is it christmas ? nearly! =D

Friday i took my HotT army out for a spin.. me and my better half vs two guys from the local club..
While it did eventually end in defeat it was still a good learning experience..
Sneakers are absolute trash.. why those little buggers exist i will NEVER know o0
My Blades did exceptionally well but of course i would say that considering they were the only ones to actually lay low any of the opposing forces..
But when it all comes down to it then im sure it will be more impressive once it is all atleast painted so lets hope i get that sorted in the new year! ^
Here are a couple of pictures from the event.. i apologise for the shakiness but using a camera phone is as always a questionable idea at best!

To finish off i have here some fiction i wrote for a battle of Dystopian Wars in wich my Empire of the Blazing Sun battled against the dastardly Kingdom of Britannia!

Takeshis Second Battle

Takeshi watched the bridge crew of the War Gyro The Imperial Sun with pride, they would do well in the coming battle, of this he was certain.
The British forces were last seen moving through the jungle towards the drained basin of the former military harbour. This time they would not walk away with victory in their grasp, not even Commodore Sharp would be able to save the day though it was definitely a variable to look out for.

Patrol duty was such a boring thing, thought Akihiro, the British forces were not likely to reach the basin anytime soon so this was fairly pointless. All of a sudden the driver of Akihiro's Chi-Ri tank cried 'Chikusho!', and looking out of the hatch he saw the entire British battle group rumbling across the still slightly wet dirt of the basin. Swearing loudly himself he ordered the gunners to attention and yelled at his communications officer to signal the Ke-Hos and Chi-Ris of his patrol to load the guns and prepare for battle. This boring patrol had suddenly turned very ugly very fast.

Takeshi read the communications transcript from one of the patrols rolling across the basin and immediately ordered his bridge crew to sound the all hands to battle stations alarm. Finally he would get his revenge on Sharp!
Takeshi ordered his bombers and The Imperial Sun to take off towards the middle of the basin and the ensuing conflict.

Akihiro watched as his friends and fellow soldiers died to the guns of the British forces, at least they had sent the warning and reinforcements were on their way. All that was left now was to sacrifice their lives and take as many of the British dogs with them.
Hearing the sounds of of falling bombs above them Akihiro yelled at his crew to get as low into the Chi-Ri as possible, then dropped through the turret hatch into the main belly of the tank just as the bomb hit the top and blew the upper part of the Chi-Ri to little bits resembling the rays of the morning sun. Beaten and bruised by the explosion Akihiro fell unconscious to the floor of his battered Chi-Ri.

Noburu could see the flashes of explosions and gunfire in the distance and yelled at his driver to push the Chi-Ri to its limits, this was a battle he could ill afford to miss, his friends needed the help of his patrol.
Seeing the bone white hulls of the British MK II tanks he ordered his squad of Chi-Ri to form a line and move across the front of the British forces and shell the ugly demon like constructions into little bits not even fit for fish food!
His squad did not disapoint as the lead MK II exploded in a shower of fire and smoke not seen since the last new years celebration at the capital of the glorious empire.
Noburu was slightly concerned as he heard the loud roar of a squadron of Doncaster Bombers flying past overhead, their torpedoes would not be able to do much to his tanks but the bombs the abominable flyers could drop out of the back were more then capable of ripping the turret of a Chi-Ri, fortunately only minor damage was sustained and his squadron pressed the attack on the British.

Hearing a yell from one of the communications officers Takeshi strode over to his station and read the piece of paper the man handed to him, apparently his two scouting squadrons of Chi-Ri and Ke-Ho tanks had almost been obliterated to a man, this was a hard loss to bear but one that Takeshi was fiercely determined to avenge.
Commodore Sharp may have taken out most of the land forces under his command but he still had the formidable power of the Japanese airforce and it was time that the British learned to properly fear the power of Incendiary Rockets and the pristine aim of Imperially trained gunners!
Takeshi watched as streams of rockets flew towards the enormous shape of the Eagle Class War Rotor only to be shot down by British fighter pilots, cursing their tenacity he ordered all guns brought to bear on the flying monster and in uncharacteristic fashion let out a cheer of victory as several explosions flared up across the left side engine pod, this was followed by the magnificent sight of a giant sturginium flare rippling across the hull of the eagle making it disappear from sight. Thinking the enemy destroyed the entire bridge of The Imperial Sun erupted in loud cheers and congratulations although this good mood was quickly replaced by a grim determination to finish the job as the Eagle reappeared on the battlefield, damaged but still in fighting condition.

Kaito surged forward in competition with the rays of the sun to see who would reach the British fighters first, naturally it was a fight he could never win but one he enjoyed all the same. He had been a fighter pilot for as long as he had served with the Imperial army, he never really enjoyed being on the ground, the sky was his domain and he ruled it with a passion not often seen in other pilots. Suddenly he saw the squadron of British fighters bursting out of a cloud formation, they had managed to get the drop on Kaito and his fellow fighter pilots, this did not bode well for him and his plane as they powered through the cloud banks but Kaito trusted in his skills with his fighter jet. Rolling to the left and climbing he hoped he could get up and behind the four British fighters, they had already shot down one of the other pilots in his wing, possibly Kuro, he had never had much faith in the man's abilities to control a fighter craft, he should have stayed on the bomber he had originally been assigned to. Kaito's strategy was rewarded by the presence of two British fighters in his sights and he said a silent prayer for the souls of the two airmen trapped in what was soon to become two very heavy steel coffins, pressing down on the firing stud he saw the wings of the first fighter shear off and the fighter went into a downward spiral, the second one just blew up. Kaito smiled to himself; today's hunt was off to a good start.

Takeshi strode over to the viewport of The Imperial Sun and looked at the squadron of bombers streaking towards their British counterparts, rockets streamed out towards the British but most seemed to be shot down before they could close and deliver their explosive presents. Takeshi made a mental note to study British ack ack gunnery training in more detail, they seemed very adept at what they were trained to do.
The continued presence of the British Eagle in the sky over the basin was a source of much irritation to Takeshi and he ordered the bombers to break off the attack on the British Doncasters and turn their attention to the Eagle, next he ordered all guns on The Imperial Sun to fire at the boat shaped hulls of the Doncaster Bombers. Boats in the sky! These British had clearly mistaken up for down. As an afterthought he ordered the communications officer to send orders for a nearby squad of fighter planes to move on the British bombers in support of The Imperial Sun, they might just be boats in the sky but a mind that could think up something heretical like that and make it work was not to be underestimated.

Kaito jinked left and right trying to avoid the bullets of the two remaining British fighters that had managed to get behind him, his fellow pilots were all soaring on the sun beams in the sky, no longer amongst the living and it seemed fate had decided it was time he knew how that felt but Kaito was an Imperial fighter pilot and he would not let go of neither his plane nor his life easily. He saw the mighty Bombards of the Imperial army rolling across the basin underneath him preparing to do battle with the British gunnery teams and threw a quick salute at them wishing them good fortune in their own hunt for British lives. Turning his attention back to his own fight for survival he threw his plane into a sharp left turn and found one of the British pilots in his sight, the pilot had apparently not been taught the basics of Japanese air tactics and would now pay the price for his lack of training, Kaito saw the man's plane riddled with holes and trailing black smoke and long strands of oil; mimicking the wounded man inside the mouth of the slain airbeast and saluted a fallen enemy. Another kill mark on the side of his plane if it survived the next few moments of battle in the sky. Feeling his engines give out Kaito knew that the time for humbleness in the face of fate had come, he saw the British plane fly past overhead and was surprised that he was not full of British produced steel right now, not one to refuse a padded jacket in summer Kaito thanked the eternal sun that decorated the Imperial flag and tried his best to steer his plane towards the nearest mud bank, maybe if he was lucky he could still survive this.

Death stalked the skies over the basin containing the Japanese base. Many lives had been lost, all around the basin were the burning hulls of tanks of both nations. It seemed the day would claim more lives yet , both British and Japanese. The end was drawing near.

Takeshi watched as the last of his bombers and fighters left the sky to live a new life down on the muddy flats of the basin. The British had not fared much better though and they were down to just a few Bombards, a Terrier and the Eagle that still managed to plague the sky over the basin, the rocket silos near the Japanese headquarters had even tried to bring it down with no success and Takeshi decided that it was time The Imperial Sun finished the fight it had started earlier in the day. Ordering his master of ordnance to prepare a full rocket salvo and fire when ready. He watched as they streaked across the sky towards the Eagle and was pleased to see the British ack ack gunners fail to connect the contents of their magazines with the bodies of the Imperial rockets. Explosions blossomed anew across the hull of the British Eagle and Takeshi knew victory was his.

As the propellors on the Eagle slowly stopped turning it dipped towards the earth and, with the rays of the sun glittering on its bullet ridden hull, slowly floated down to bury the eagle adorning its frontal armor in the muddy banks of the basin. Kaito opened his eyes and brought his hand up in front of his face to shield them from the sun that was shining in through the smashed cockpit of his fighter, apparently fate had decided he should still serve the nation that had given him a home in the clouds, he smiled and sunk back in the seat of his cockpit and waited for the recovery crew. Noburu climbed into the hull of the Chi-Ri and found Akihiro laying on the floor of the tank, shaking the body of his friend he was satisfied to see Akihiro open his eyes, the two Chi-Ri squad commanders were once again lucky enough to survive a fight with the British and would share stories of the day's conflict once they had been checked over by the medical personnel on the base.
Takeshi commended the personnel manning the stations aboard the bridge of The Imperial Sun and as he strode away towards his cabin he was reminded of an old proverb; 'If you wish to shoot a general, shoot first his horse.' and he smiled to himself.

Next post definetly wont be until the new year.. see you on the other side earthlings!