A battle between Doug's Space Invaders and my Viking defenders.
About this creation
Once I got the Viking Fortress, I knew I couldn't just let it sit and look pretty, especially since I had just discovered the rules for BrikWars. So I took it over to my friend's house, set it up on the table, and helped him assemble an assault force while he built his two vehicles for the forthcoming battle. Once complete, his army of nearly thirty hardened spacemen (et al.) were ready to face the fortress's fifteen defenders - a dozen Vikings and their firemen allies. (After all, if you lived in a wooden fortress, wouldn't you want a few firemen on hand?) We agreed that this would be a capture-the-flag style game, with the first army able to lay their hands on the opposing team's treasure chest to be declared the victors. (I know this fortress certainly doesn't quality as a true MOC, since it's almost entirely just as it was out-of-box, but I like the setup of these galleries better than Brickshelf's.)
The invaders appear on the horizon as Doug's spaceship lifts off and his rocket-powered sled begins pounding on the gates with its cannons.
An overview of Doug's ground forces - of particular note are the pirate with his hand-cannon and the rocket sled in the background.
Doug's flagship, which had the interesting (if never used) ability to attach to his rocket sled magnetically. It is piloted by his commander and carries his army's treasure chest.
My fort's defenders are ready to meet the challenge of the day, having invited their firefighter friends and a local medicine man (stationed just in front of the cage which holds my own treasure chest) to join the defense. My hero, in the gold helm and red cape, stays well out of harm's way near the rear of the fort. (Also, my Vikings all have imaginary longbows which aren't pictured because I couldn't find them on this particular day, so they'll only be pictured with their melee weapons for simplicity's sake.) Thanks to a gross misunderstanding of how launchers work, my catapults will be a decided advantage during this battle.
But I'm not the only one to benefit from our initial confusion over vehicular weaponry - Doug's rocket sled packs a serious punch, and it quickly takes out a section of the wall as his army continues its advance.
One of the main benefits of having this battle at Doug's is the fact that we found this red plant piece, which I knew would come in handy for things like this. I think this was one of my first casualties, and the medik quickly set to work on getting him back into the fight. (Which seems a bit of a lost cause after all that blood loss, no?)
Doug's breached the walls, and his army is knocking at the gates. The gates have clearly seen better days, clearly.
A quick ships-eye view of the battlefield. My arms are attempting to indicate their displeasure with a certain indicated vehicle's destruction of one of my catapults.
Doug's flagship comes about and starts reversing into a firing position over my fortress, wreaking havoc on the defenders below. Also visible is the wreckage of the destroyed catapult and the destroyed sled, which was brought down by concentrated fire from the archers on the walls.
A quick overview of the chaos inside the fort - the medic attends to a patient just beside the gates, a couple of dud missiles from Doug's flagship remain lodged in the side of one catapult, and the bloody remains of his commander lie in the foreground. Wait...but if his commander is dead, who's flying his flagship?!
No one, that's who. The crash cost me a few men who were standing in the bailey, including my medic, but you've got to crack a few Vikings to make an omelette.
Also, you may have noticed that his treasure chest is quite exposed in the middle of my fortress at the moment. I'd guess it's about two turns worth of barbarian acrobatics away for my hero, who is hiding behind my hand. My hand seems to be indicating that things are looking up for the Vikings at this point.
As his squads move in, the wily and parsimonious Douglas J. Munroe takes out some of the defenders and laughs an evil laugh.
The space invaders gunned down my hero just a few feet short of their treasure chest. In retribution for the loss of their commander, ship, and sled, the merciless pirates impaled his head on his own sword.
With a mere eight or nine men (depending on who you ask) left standing to carry on the fight, the space invaders conceded defeat, unable to amass the firepower necessary to destroy the catapult that still held the castle, which was otherwise hanging by a thread. Victory for the Vikings...BUT AT WHAT COST?!? (That's eight or nine total, by the way - his five or six to my three.)