I-4 invasion Round 2

My second game was outside, I'm not saying that as an excuse or anything. Gaming outside sucks. It was hot and humid. The sun was in my eyes, ok that part I'm lieing about. 

My second round opponent was David, a vanilla Panoceania player. We played the mission supremacy. I chose turn order and that was a mistake. The board has virtually no cover on my side. I figured going second was a good idea for the mission. 

After barely making it out of the first turn of pano shooting I tried my tried and true tactic of using the dogs to kill as much as possible. Yeah, that didn't work. Bad dice and msv3 with an HMG in an elevated position make for a bad day. I had a Cameronian immobilized by a electric pulse from a baggage bot WTF! Did I mention it was hot. 

I did manage to keep David on his side of the table and keep the quadrants tied until the end of the game. David was able to hack only one console.  I ended up losing 4-1. 

Then it was lunch time. We had some pretty good BBQ. 

Up next Round 3 and as you probably guessed more Pan-o

ROUND ONE, FIGHT!

My found one opponent was Mike C. he played a NeoTerra force. The mission was Cold Sleep. I started this round of with a stout, I think.  Something Floridian. In a can, definetly in a can. Anyways I ended up with deployment and I had turn order. So first turn I ran my Cameronians and Mcmurrough up my right flank. One ended up tied up in cc with a total reaction baggage bot. Second Cameronian took cover in a building right of center only to be taken out later in the turn my a sniper hexa. Mcmurrough and the third Cammeronian pressed the far right flank battling it out with an Aguila Guard, man I hate them. Both of them fell to the Aquila, but not before getting him into a more favorable position for me. With the Aquila out of the way Uxia was able to grab the three objectives on the right and get back into hiding. 

Mike attempted to pick apart my left flank with a Spitfire Deva, not doing much damage. I believe only a volunteer fell. Mike pressed his Auxilia up towards the objectives on my left flank, Mr. Cateran was having none of that and dropped them both. 

At this point we were running out of time so the second round was shortened. I brought back McMurrough and the Cammeronian nearest him with a Volunteer Paramedic and attempted to take out his fusilier link with the Cateran on my left but to no avail. Mike attempted to secure the HVT but was unable to pull it off. The game ended in a 5-1 win for me. 

Round 1 table I deployed on the near side. 

Part 3 of stories of an I-4 invasion

After approximately 2 hours if sleep and hearty-ish hotel breakfast the misses carts me off to the Invasion. 

We arrive at beautiful Bill Fredrick Park, only 15 minutes from the hotel nice hotel choice wifey, and are greeted by a gate guard that seem bewildered by all the pop culture tshirt wearing fellas streaming through the entrance so early. 

A short drive through the wooded park we arrive at the venue. Side note, palm trees plus regular trees equals a weird forest.  Anywho the venue was a cabin with a covered eating area. There were tables set up for play both inside and out. Here's some pics. 

After going through the pics it looks like I missed a few that weren't finished being set up. 

Up next Round 1 FIGHT!

I-4 invasion continued.

So we finally board and to my surprise the entire back of the plane is empty. All children are seated up front, which means I'm prolly not going to get kicked. Yeah. The misses and I take our row and attempt to go to sleep.  That ain't happening. Even plied with alcohol I wasn't going down. 

We land in Orlando at 1am local time. With extremely un popped ears. Shuttle to the rental car and low and behold they didn't have the car we rented. Instead;

Mmmm mopar muscle and empty roads. 

The trip to the hotel was quick, of course, and luckily ticket free. 

To be continued.....

The I-4 Invasion

My journey to the I-4 invasion has been frought with peril. It started Friday evening at Midway Airport where I faced my first trial of this quest. 3 jumbo char dogs and two orders of fries. Challenge Accepted. Now there wasn't really anything on the menu of Gold Coast Dogs really challenging me per se but if they offer such a meal on said menu I must eat it, right? 

After devouring the dogs and companion spuds it was time to board. I don't get to travel much, so my knowledge of such things is limited. What I do know is I hate Southwest. So when the misses planned the flight I was reluctant. The lines and cramped seats are a nightmare. With our boarding numbers in hand we wait to be called   We felt pretty good about b-11, thinking we'd get on with a reasonable choice of seating. I didn't know that 60+ people were ahead of us. 

To be continued...