Apocalypse 2: Tauriffic Boogaloo

            The data entry clerk checked and double checked his numbers, and still things did not seem to add up.  With a sweaty palm he pressed the dusty emergency button that he was informed to push if ever he came across something out of the ordinary.  Nothing happened.  Determined to meet his quota of entries he set back to work.  It wasn’t long before he heard a clattering noise and a servitor pulled up to his cubicle.

            “YOU REQUESTED ASSISTANCE.”  The vox speaker in the thing’s throat squawked.

            “Umm…yes.  There…there seems to be a shipment missing.  From the Hector Sector.  Umm…sir.”  The damn thing didn’t really have a face, so the clerk was unsure exactly what to speak at.

            A mechanical proboscis extended from somewhere in the folds of the carpet like robe covering the short hunched figure and implanted itself into the clerks data-screen.  A few whirrs and clicks happened, and the servitor removed it’s self.

            “AWAIT FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS.” The servitor spun and quickly sped off down the endless hallway whirring and clanking.

            Several hours later, deep into the clerks shift the heavy sound of booted footfalls came echoing down the hallway.  They stopped at the clerk’s cubicle and with dread in his soul the clerk turned to look at the helmeted heads of 2 Adeptus Arbites.

            “Umm…can I help you?” Again, this was said to no visible face.

            “Are you clerk #71342087?  Who reported the discrepancy at 0256h?”

            “Th-th-that is corrrrrrrrect.”

            “You have performed a great service for the Imperium.   Please come with us.”

            The clerk didn’t move fast enough for the Arbites and they grabbed him and hauled him down the corridor, his feet barely touching the ground.

            “Wh-what’s going on, let me go!” The clerk squirmed ineffectively against the strength of the Arbites.

            “You have performed a great service for the Imperium.”  The voice increased in volume to be heard by bystanders over the whining of the clerk.  “This man has performed a great service for the Imperium.  He will be rewarded.”

            The clerk began to scream

            This scene played out on a video monitor that sat on a large ornate desk, made of a heavy dark wood, covered in tall stacks of papers.

            “How many of these shipments are missing Alexander?”

            “Four, which means the first shipment that went missing should have arrived a little more than a year ago, Magistrate”

            “But there is a 3 year transport period from the Hector Sector, which means they are over 4 years behind.I want you to find out why the shipments stopped, and fix it, by any means necessary.”

            “Yes Magistrate.”

So the second Apocalypse battle is on its way and our gracious host will once again be Greg.  This apoc battle will consist of:

TEAM A

TEAM B

If you are interested I have set up a post on the forums under the “Open Gaming” section.  You may sign up there.  I will need your email address and the army you plan on playing.  Please be specific, don’t just say Space Marines if you’re playing Salamanders.  Also, if you want, give me a short description about your army.  Not the list, but the Fluff behind your army.  Whether it's GW's fluff or perhaps you have your own, either will do.  This will help me give you a fun and more plausible reason for being there.

As mentioned before, the game will be held at the Morris Nerdatorium in Greg’s basement.