The Tyranid Threat Revealed

(Note: This will be a long post. Lots of things to write into the story)

Ok, so I made a 2000pts army list, but the campaign is shifting again, due to the lack of any presence from one of the Chaos players. Basically, the other Chaos player will be pulling out and the last two games will be 4x 2000pts armies against 2x 4000pts armies. This week it is myself (Eldar, because the organiser likes painted models and he is my friend, so I will gladly oblige), Imperial Armoured Battle Group, Tau and Space Marines against Tyranids.

This would have all been simple to put into the fluff… Until the Space Marine player said that he couldn’t make it, so my friend and his Chaos will be stepping in. How the hell am I supposed to fluff the Eldar not just shooting the forces of Chaos on sight? I did the best I could!

Also, I had to explain what happened with the pair of Inquisitors and their lack of troops in defending the capital hive city, especially as the Armoured Battle Group was whisked away to fight Tyranids. The Chaos forces used as the antagonists were my own, Slaaneshi following Chaos Marines and traitorous Guardsmen.

For my army list, I went for a fluffy mechanised list. Falcons are under-represented, considering that they are the most commonly used Eldar battle tank! The plan for the army is the same as most of my mechanised lists: hit the enemy with heavy firepower and deploy the Aspect Warriors late in the game for the coup de grâce. However, I am facing 8000pts of Tyranids with 6000pts of help from Tau, Imperials and Chaos. My prediction is that it will go horribly as the two Tyranid players have more unity and list synergy than us. Hopefully I can at least pull a moral victory by losing very few, if any, models!


Farseer Lireia Narésiel sat within the confines of her Wave Serpent transport, her head resting against the wraithbone interior and her eyes were shut. She was breathing heavily, mentally preparing herself for the coming battle. The humans had been left even more short-handed, the humans’ armoured column had been pulled from the capital hive city and the planetary defence force would crumble quickly.

“Farseer Lireia. You must pull back from the capital,” came the voice of one of her Rangers, the message psychically sent through her wraithbone communication devices. He was one that she had sent to observe the hive city. “The humans will not last long enough and we are ill equipped to fight with a force that follows the Great Enemy this size.”

“What are the numbers?” she inquired, opening her eyes suddenly.

“A few hundred humans, assisted by a few dozen Chaos Space Marines, though they are also bolstered by daemons. We do not have the force necessary to fight them alone.”

“What of the humans? Surely they are not so inept as to have been wiped out already.”

“Farseer, you over-estimate the strength of primitives,” the ranger replied, a distaste in his voice. Farseer Lireia looked at the Aspect Warriors within the Wave Serpent, though she was addressed again, this time by one of her Warlocks.

“Farseer, our Rangers have found a critical mass of Tyranids assembling. We must attend to this lest the entire planet be consumed by the horde.” Lireia was silent in response. How had she not seen this force assembling? She placed her palm to her forehead, resting her head on the wraithbone interior of the Wave Serpent again.

“Warriors, we must pull back and regroup with the rest of our forces. The Tyranid menace amasses and we must cull their numbers before they are allowed to snowball out of control,” she addressed her entire warhost, a tired tone to her voice. Immediately, the transports and war walkers turned around and made their way back to the webway portal where the Eldar had made their encampment.


Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of artillery shells landing outside in the streets drilled into Alyssa’s concentration. The battle was not going well, as she had expected after the armoured column was rushed off elsewhere under circumstances that neither her nor her superior, Inquisitor Lord Tyzell Chaylen, had managed to gather.

“Another group of cultists will approach through the second street,” she murmured into her vox unit as she continued to navigate the different strands of fate. She was trying to hold the planetary defence force together, but it was not working. Their leadership had already crumbled, the captain fleeing the battle and leaving his men to die. Inquisitor Lord Chaylen, had long since led a strike into the heart of the traitor Deredian lines and had gone silent ever since. He was an Inquisitor Lord of the Ordo Malleus. This was his theatre of war, fighting against daemons and traitorous humans. Like the snakes that they were, they had infiltrated the capital hive city either during or after the Iron Warrior occupation. What she was worried about were the facts that Lady Thessa Riobin and Lady Raina Alerin had led their groups on a sabotage mission. She was not worried about their capibility, Alyssa had been a Deredian herself, they were all born light infantry, it was in their blood and in their upbringing. However, as an Inquisitor it was her duty to suspect possible heresy. Could those two have betrayed the Imperium?

She waited for a response over the vox, though she was met with empty noise. There was no response. “Cowards. You have forsaken your duty to the Emperor,” she muttered, gathering up her cards quickly and grabbing her force halberd which crackled with blue witchfire as she clasped it. She stood up from her seated position, placing a finger to her vox unit. “Amarahns, status report!” she ordered though her vox unit, though again there was no response. She cursed under her breath, though a chill ran up her spine. The artillery had stopped.

She quickly removed her deck of cards once more and cast them into the air, each card floating around her. She closed her eyes again and delved into the paths of fate. She could see the forces of the traitors, daemons alongside humans with a handful of Chaos Space Marines overseeing the battle. She could see the ruins in which she resided, her own form broken amidst the rubble. It was not the first time that she had foreseen her own demise, but her pride caused this particular vision to cut deep; she truly hated those who betrayed her and her own people all those years ago.

She gathered the cards up once more. She was reluctant to broadcast on open vox, but from what she saw, it would make no difference anyway. The forces of Chaos would find her anyway and her chances of survival were slim as it was. She was alone and surrounded.

“This is Inquisitor Alyssa Robertson of the Ordo Xenos hailing any and all Imperial forces in the area. The forces of Chaos are overrunning the capital hive city. We cannot lose this location again and so, by my mandate, I order all unengaged Imperial forces to fire upon my position. The Emperor protects; may none find us wanting.” She stopped broadcasting, turning to face the door. Three, two, one.

The door exploded inwards as the entrance to the building was blown open, traitorous Guardsmen rushing in and sending lasgun shots towards Alyssa. She moved alongside the lasbolts, ensuring that she was never in the path of the traitorous fusilage. It was a simple, precognisant trick. She raised her hand and sent blue lightning arcing along the traitorous lines, felling a score of cultists. The others started to run towards her, though again she merely arced the lightning along them, causing all but one of them to drop to the floor, charred and lifeless. The final one jumped at her, swinging a knife that she dodged with an almost casual nature, bringing her force halberd up his torso, rending through his armour and separating his body, splitting in half at the waist like a bloody, wet banana peel.

“The Emperor’s justice comes for all,” she muttered, gathering herself once again. She knew that was not the last of them, but she had bought some time to search for an escape route. She could not venture outside, she could feel the presences of both physical and Warp beings out there, but this old Imperial building had to have some sort of tunnel or back door. Her search did not last long before a pair of pink daemons manifested, their lithe forms a perversion of the human body with large claws for hands. The daemons licked their lips with forked tongues as they moved towards Alyssa with speed that no regular human could hope to manage.

She dodged below the swing of the first daemonette, though the claw of the second one caught her leg, piercing through her advanced mesh armour and calf with ease. She let out a pained cry as she shifted her weight onto her functional leg, swiping at the offending daemonette with her force weapon. She caught the form of the daemon, cleaving it cleanly in two and causing it to dematerialise. The other one did not hesitate, stabbing forwards at Alyssa’s chest once again, catching her near her shoulder and shattering her collarbone. She tumbled backwards to the floor, the daemonette looming above her for the final, killing blow. Alyssa clenched her teeth her left hand swirling with psychic witchfire. She could not raise her force halberd, she could barely move her right arm without unbearable pain. The daemonette brought it’s claws down, but it caught a heavy wave of psychic lightning in the chest, causing it to flicker out of existence like the other.

Alyssa breathed a heavy sigh of relief, dragging herself backwards to a pile of rubble and pulling herself onto it. She still clutched her force halberd, though her right arm just hung limply by her side. She could not stand and could not wield her force halberd any longer. She did not care if it was her fate to die here, she was going to resist. More cultists were moving into the building and loosing lasbolts in her direction, catching her in the chest and abdomen. The impacts caused her to fall to the ground again, her entire form going limp as she lost consciousness. Emperor protect my soul.


The Wave Serpents pulled into the Eldar encampment, the Aspect Warriors filing out. Finally, Farseer Lireia walked down the ramp, immediately making her way over to her seer council.

“What are we looking at?” she inquired as she approached, the group of Warlocks turning to meet her.

“Tyranid monstrosities are amassing. We predict that our foothold on the planet will be moot if they are allowed to amass many more beasts,” one Warlock replied. “We should amass our forces and strike at them quickly,” he continued, still facing Lireia. She thought for a moment. She did not wish to engage them in combat, for where primitives outnumbered her warhost at least hundreds to one, the Tyranids had the numbers to outnumber her by the thousands.

“Allow me to cast the runes. I shall consult the skeins of fate for our best course of action in this,” she replied, turning away and reaching into her small rune pouch, grabbing a hold of them and casually casting them into the air, allowing them to orbit her form slowly with faint blue lights.

A few long minutes passed as she stood in place, periodically plucking orbs from the air, interpreting the runes with a frown. Once she had finished, she gathered them up, placing them back into her rune pouch and making her way back to the Warlocks who were busy strategising.

“Mobilise the warhost, we will strike at their numbers from a distance and retreat before they can mobilise against us,” she instructed, causing a group of the Warlocks to immediately fan out and gather the Aspect Warriors. Lireia reached out to her troops. “Brothers and sisters. The Tyranids are amassing and soon will have the numbers to start a planetary culling. Our objective lies undone and we will not allow them to force us off the planet. Today, we will strike at the horde and thin their numbers, much like how we deal with Orks and Imperials. We strike, then fall back into the shadows.”

She made her way over to one of the Falcon tanks, flanked by five of her Warlocks. She lay a hand on the wraithbone hull and grimaced. She did not have the warriors available for any mistakes to be made. She had to do this perfectly.


Traitorous Guardsmen started to move towards the inanimate body of Inquisitor Alyssa Robertson, their lasguns trained on her form.

“Dasin, check her,” one of them spoke out, his lasgun still trained on the Inquisitor. One of the cultists stepped out from behind, walking slowly towards the body of the Inquisitor. He did not make it far before stopping, looking around.

“Hey, you hear that?” the cultist asked, turning to look back at his squad. They started to look around again, though the cultist leader shook his head.

“I don’t care, just put a lasbolt through the bitch’s head and let’s go.” His voice was impatient, but slightly shaky as an audible whistle could be heard. Dasin turned around again, though before he could take another step the ceiling caved in on him and a large, dark red pod crashed in behind them, causing the cultists to jump and turn to face it. The cultist leader’s eyes widened, raising his lasgun at it. “Shoot it,” he yelled, opening fire with his lasgun, though his weapon seemed to bounce off the armoured hull. Slowly, the sides of the pod folded outwards and huge, armoured individuals strode out, armour the same dark crimson of the pod, opening fire into the cultists and cutting them down in a matter of seconds. One of the individuals strode out, stepping through the dead bodies of the cultists, crushing their torso’s under his giant armoured boot. He knelt down, placing his boltgun next to Alyssa’s inanimate body. He gently turned her over, or rather, as gently as he could before placing a finger to the side of his helmet, activating his vox unit.

“Tempestor Prime Alerin, converge on my position. We have found Inquisitor Robertson, though she is badly wounded,” he growled, his voice grating through his helmet’s vox-grill.

“Yes, my Lord,” came a woman’s voice over his vox unit. He stood back up, picking up his boltgun again and turning back to his squad.

“Brothers, form a defensive perimeter around this building. No traitors will come within a hundred metres of this building,” he growled at them, immediately causing them to stir into action, taking up different positions around the building and pointing their weapons out on the street, the sergeant standing guard over Alyssa’s body. A large group of cultists were already moving up the street and the Space Marines’ bolters opened up into them, sending explosive bolts into the front ranks and causing the ones behind to be showered in blood and gore. The remainder darted into the side streets and started to fire back, though the lasguns used by the cultists were nothing compared to the boltguns of the Space Marines, tearing chunks into the buildings and the cultists hiding behind them.

Above the Space Marine position a squadron of Valkyrie roared overhead and twenty five figures dropped from the backs, five from the centre one and ten from each flanking flyer. As the figures descended, flashes of light erupted into the cultist lines, searing through armour and flesh alike.

“Sergeant Emerus, we are approaching your position from above,” came the same female voice as before, grey armoured units descending onto the rooftop of the building. A helmeted individual pointed towards the edge of the roof. “Squad one, take position on the edge and give supporting fire, squad two with me,” she uttered quietly over her vox, filing into the building and descending the stairs to see the Space Marine sergeant still standing guard over the Inquisitor’s fallen body. She motioned over to the Inquisitor. “Iten, it’s time to work,” she uttered as she turned to the squad’s medic, before directing the rest of her units to the front, “the rest of you, these heretics are not going to just give up. Go and spread the Emperor’s punishment to these foul traitors.”

As the rest of the Tempestus soldiers moved over to the front of the ruins to lend their support to the Space Marines, Tempestor Prime Lilyne Alerin approached the Space Marine, saluting the sergeant in a quick, snappy motion, before making her way to the medic who was carefully tending to the Inquisitor’s broken form. He glanced up at her as she approached.

“She’ll live, but by the Emperor is she messed up,” Iten informed Lilyne, looking back down to continue working on the Inquisitor’s wounds.

“Understood. Carry on, Iten,” she replied, turning and walking over to the side of the Space Marine sergeant, hot-shot laspistol in hand.

Outside, the cultists were being routed across the city as Space Marines and Tempestus Scions alike descended from the sky and into the capital hive, their zeal in hunting those that were once their brothers in arms was unmatched.


“Farseer, the forces of the Tau, Imperials and Chaos seem to have some sort of agreement,” the voice of one of the Craftworld’s Rangers echoed through her wraithbone communication device.

“Then I assume we have more enemies to fight than just the Tyranids? Fate would have us do all the work it seems,” she replied, shaking her head. This was the last thing that she needed.

“Should we start to remove their commanders? Without leadership, they could prove an excellent speed bump for the Tyranid swarm,” the Ranger asked. Lireia pulled her runes out once more, casting them within the cramped confines of the Falcon tank in which she sat, her Warlock bodyguards in company. She effortlessly plucked one from the air, raising a curious eyebrow. Interesting.

“No. Fate has shown me another path. If we can perform our parts well, we may be able to put an end to two enemies in one swoop. Maintain watch for now and inform me of any changes.”

“As you wish, Farseer.”

“Brothers and sisters,” Lireia started, addressing her entire assembled strikeforce. It comprised of the vast majority of Eldar who decided to stay on the planet which, suffice to say, was not many. “An opportunity has arisen for us. The humans, Tau and forces of Chaos have entered into an agreement to fight the Tyranids. We will use them as a distraction whilst we perform our objectives here and pull away before they inevitably turn on us. If we play our parts well, we will remove multiple obstacles in one go.”

One of her Warlocks instantly turned to face her, addressing her directly. “Farseer,” he started, his voice concerned, “this is ludicrous, we should destroy the forces of Chaos where they stand!”

“Such an act would rouse the hostility of those that they have entered an agreement with. The Imperials would gladly lend us aid in that, but the Tau, in their naivety, would likely defend the forces of Chaos. As we fought, the Tyranids would consume us all.” Lireia did not even turn to face the Warlock. She was honestly sick and tired of so many people doubting her decisions.

She was confident that she could pull this off.


2000pts Ithyl-Loc Strikeforce

*Counts as The Spirit Stone of Anath’lan


Farseer Lireia Narésiel – 145pts

Farseer – 100pts

Singing spear – 5pts

Runes of warding – 10pts

Runes of witnessing – 15pts

Rune of the Everwarden* – 15pts

Lireia’s Seer Council – 220pts

6 Warlocks – 210pts

Singing spear – 5pts

Singing spear – 5pts



Disciples of Asurmen – 275pts

10 Dire Avengers – 130pts

Wave Serpent – 115pts

Twin-linked scatter laser – 5pts

Shuriken cannon – 10pts

Holo-fields – 15pts

A Thousand Blades – 275pts

10 Dire Avengers – 130pts

Wave Serpent – 115pts

Twin-linked scatter laser – 5pts

Shuriken cannon – 10pts

Holo-fields – 15pts

Storm of Blades – 78pts

6 Dire Avengers – 78pts

Tears of Isha – 250pts

10 Guardian Defenders – 90pts

Shuriken cannon – 15pts

Wave Serpent – 115pts

Twin-linked Eldar missile launchers – 15pts

Holo-fields – 15pts

Eyes of the Craftworld – 96pts

8 Rangers – 96pts

Fast Attack

Sentinels of the Infinity Circuit – 152pts

8 Warp Spiders – 152pts

Heavy Support

Gift of Anaris – 150pts

Falcon – 125pts

Scatter laser – 10pts

Holo-fields – 15pts

Faolchú’s Deliverance – 145pts

Falcon – 125pts

Starcannon – 5pts

Holo-fields – 15pts

Fury of Khaine – 210pts

War Walker – 60pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

War Walker – 60pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

War Walker – 60pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

Scatter laser – 5pts

Grand Total – 1996pts

Whoever said that 6th edition killed mechanised armies just isn't doing it right!

Whoever said that 6th edition killed mechanised armies just isn’t doing it right!

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