My first game was against Nick, the tournament organizer.
His pair o' ships. A souped-up Poe Dameron and a souped-up Dash Rendar. This sort of pairing was extremely popular. I guess it's what s in vogue for competitive players these days. The things one learns playing at a tournament.
Nick was incredulous. He was obviously quite competitive and my rag-tag group completely dominated. I kept Poe ionized with the Moldy Crow, frustrating my opponent and preventing R2D2 from regenerating shields.
Setting up the coup de grace. I had just re-ionized Poe and the G-1 tractored Poe in front of that asteroid he's pointing at. The following turn, Poe drifted onto the asteroid and my group pummeled him into space dust. Dash Rendar ran and ran, but I eventually caught up with him and destroyed
My survivors. Wow - I had a terrific first game. Everything had clicked exactly as planned. I was truly surprised.
Game 2 was against a fellow named Max.
As you can see, a similar opponent - YT-2400 + a K-Wing this time. The K-Wing was (somewhat understandably) cheesed-out. Its bombs murdered me to death. Max was a really nice guy to play against and the match was a lot of fun.
Game 3... after lunch. Again, more Rebels, more 1 big 1 small combos.
The opponent this time wad Jared. a bit older - maybe my age, and a crochety codger like myself. I had another terrible game. I was terrifically close to sinking that damned Millennium Falcon! The ARC-170 was rocking R2D2 so I felt shooting at it would be generally useless. Although it could have been a mop-up operation like what I did to Poe in game 1, the Falcon stayed close to his little buddy and they protected eachother. Really though, Rey was down to just one or two hull when I lost my last ship. These two pics pretty well sum things up at the end.
Game 4. ORANGE BASE BONANZA
Finally - an opponent with a different list! My last opponent was Jim who was driving a Rebel group including an X-Wing, a T-70 X-Wing, an Auzi and a stolen TIE.
It was an enjoyable scrum, but in the end...
My Headhunter went out in a blaze of glory. C'est la vie. It was an entertaining game against a really interesting list.
I went 0-fer on maps featuring Death Stars. I joked with Mike after game 1 that "there's my one!" Prescient, no? I hate to blame dice, but I'm going to assign 70% of the blame for Saturday's disaster to my cursed dice. I finished DFL but did get a sweet consolation prize!
Hells yes. Didn't have one yet, so it's a welcome addition.
Mike also had a rough outing getting only one win. He finished 19th. His very old-school 2 E-Wing + 1 X-Wing had a real time keeping up with the new kit everyone was pushing.
And then we get to Super Dave. This stinker goes 3 and 1 and makes the top 8! His one loss was close and the game ended after 75 minutes. Although he lost in the first round of the playoffs, he had a brilliant day using the ONLY IMPERIAL group in the tournament.
Here he is in game 2 mauling two Firesprays (Boba Fett's ship) with his Decimator, Vader and a TIE. David destroyed the second ship 74 minutes and 58 seconds in. Time was called right after damage had been calculated. It was pretty awesome.
How does this happen?
Here he is smashing another Scum group.
These two slugged it out in the round of eight. The Deci eventually went down, but not without giving Dengar 68 minutes of fits.
I think this was Mike's winning game.
Mike's first match. That's a really tough first game pairing.
All in all, a terrific day of gaming. Records be damned, I got in four games against some great opponents and enjoyed it immensely.