Romulan Not So Rumble!

 Stardate-2323ish!

 Place-The Garvaldian Universe.

          “Kill all the non Romulan scum,forward men to victory!Shoot the cowering cretins!Kill them aaaagh!”These were the last recorded words of commander Sairheed before he was phasered into non-existence.

Posing for the camera.

The S.S S**tshoveler.

On the bridge.

       The transport hauler SS Shoveler was slowly meandering its way through the omega quadrant,captained by that well known n’er do well Captain Jones Caligula Balderdash-JCB for short(he likes digging big holes for himself)when it was intercepted by that the well known useless privateer Sairheed This provided the premise of tonight’s Garvald Film Studios production game of inter stellar piracy or something along these lines.

Some of the accommodation.

Plants incorporated.

Sick Bay.

Ready for the off.

        El Presidente had sent out the usual weekly summons to the Gothenburg Gamers to participate in tonight’s breathtaking game but as usual they were all conspicuous by their absence coming up with the usual excuses of whisky drinking and dog watching etc.The spaceship constructed by our dear departed friend Shug was unearthed and put to good use as the base for tonight’s game involving a skirmish between Romulans and the Federation.As you can see from the pictures a lot of painstaking work went into its construction and also the use of toys from other games to turn it into a masterpiece.El Presidente had added a few extras recently into the ship mainly the medic lab and all its paraphernalia.Our beloved Jefe had also finished the Federation and Romulan forces as well as the ubiquitous Klingons but they weren’t called upon to take part in the game.El Presidente had also constructed a flight deck for the ship and this was to be my entry point for the Romulan horde.

A few supplies.

Rachel and Decker get cosy.

The engines.

The lower hanger deck.

     My plan as all ship taking plans were to take control of the engineering room as well as the ship’s bridge.My force was split into two with the commander and his minions rushing to take the bridge whilst his mate and his squad headed for the engineering room.What could be easier!It looked as though it was going to be an easy night for the landing party as they emerged into the aircraft hangar only to be confronted by two pilots who immediately dived for cover but not before one of the pilots bit the dust-literally.The other pilot who looked an awfy lot like Boomer from another SciFI series immediately returned fire but was gunned down herself by a lingering Romulan.

“Surprise!”

My kind of barmaid.

Checking the engines.

The bad guys arrive.

          This gave Sairheed the opportunity to head into the ship’s greenhouse accompanied by his minions.The only crew in here were a couple of engineers one of whom headed for the bulkhead door to raise the alarm and the other decided to do her Horatio act and defend her plant room.Captain JCB meanwhile had heard the commotion and was heading rapidly towards the hangar and off course he had a couple of girls in tow.

Nobody in sight.

The result of a swinging toolkit.

Sairheed enters.

The captain and his floosies.

Meanwhile the Romulan mate had headed for the lift that would take him down to the engineering deck but found his way was barred by a suitcase swinging technician who done away with one of the Romulan minions.She was unceremoniously dispatched for her cheek.The technicians were then reinforced by a coffee cup swilling officer who proceeded to trade shots with the Romulans in between swigs of coffee. 

Enjoying a cup of coffee.

JCB and the redshirts.

The gardener shows them the bad guys.

Meanwhile back in the greenhouse the second technician had made it back to cover at the rear of the room and was supplemented by JCB and a trio of red shirts who had forced their way past the two female technicians.”Carry on “one of them uttered “We all know what happens to the red shirts!”Actually they didn’t do too bad for in conjunction with JCB they done away with the Romulan leader Sairheed leaving him with a throbbing sair heed.It wasn’t looking good for the Romulans and a fighting retreat was called for towards the hangar bay.

Zapped between the greenhouses.

Time to retreat.

The mate had heard the din and after finally clearing the top engineering bay,entering the bottom engineering bay and trading shots with the engineers decided to leave a couple of minions in attendance and head back to the body of the kirk.

Sorting the supplies.

      More Federation troops were now piling into the greenhouse and the Romulans were forced to beat a hasty retreat towards the hangar but even then they were being filleted by the salvos of gunfire that was hitting them.One eventually made it back and was ready to sell his life dearly when El Presidente declared that there wasn’t any point of continuing-I can cope with that!

“They’re in there!”

      This was a test run to see if it was feasible to take it to some shows next year.Only time will tell.We are repeating the game this week with hopefully some more participants but I’m sure there’ll be plenty of pitiful excuses for non appearances.

      See You All When I See You.

        This has been a Garvald Film Studios Production.