[Control Tower]
Say again, Tartan Master?[Tartan Master]
I saih, luv, th’ Northwin’ Highlanders ha’ fi nallah come to th’ fi ght. Weir bluidy readah t’ take it t’ those Blakist bastairds.[Control Tower]
Unbelieveable! We thought you guys were shit-for-toast! Welcome to Galatea![Tartan Master]
It’s right bluidy glad we are t’ be here, laddie. Are y’ ready f’r us?SITUATIONGalaport, Galatea, Lyran Alliance
5 October 3072
Ships bearing Northwind Highlanders colors and codes appeared at Galatea’s zenith point, shocking everyone. Claiming to have escaped Northwind and the clutches of the Blakists, they burned in to Galatea, intent on grounding and resupplying before taking up arms against the Word. The DropShips were allowed to enter Galatean airspace, because they were, after all, the famed Northwind Highlanders. And their arrival was backed up with reports coming from other systems regarding the Blakists’ urgent messages describing their escape.
The ruse was brilliant. And a nightmare.
Behind the façade of the famed mercenary regiment was the Word of Blake. Using authentic Highlander codes and IFF, the Word caught the mercenary world with its pants at its collective ankles.
A wolf in a sheep’s tartan.
The Word had come. And Galatea was to be the next Outreach.
Scenario: Word of Blake’s 47th Shadow Division, along with the mercenary units Bullard’s Armored Cavalry, Gray’s Ghosts and Martian Cuirassiers, have pretended to be the Northwind Highlanders on their approach to the mercenary hiring world Galatea. Now they’re hot-dropping right on the defenders’ heads.
Desert Games is the former Games U, and is located at 1550 N Stonehenge Dr, Gilbert, AZ.
Game start is 12:30pm. First round initiative will be rolled at 1pm.
Miniatures & record sheets for
pre-made forces will be available, but players may also bring their own forces created in accordance with the scenario:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1PTDaRn_3djkHlQKWF8BX4ROldrrqZNyJfyNUNuSn3ZA/edit?usp=sharing