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Cheers Jeremy! :)

 

 

It's been Too damned hot to do any painting the last few days, but I started putting together the Contemptor and his base. Awesome model, I want three!!! :)

 

 

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"Brothers! I see the shame in your eyes! The despair! You think your father has
forsaken you! But I ask you this, what is our NAME? Whose sigil were we
alone granted the honour of bearing? Those fools who seek to destroy us
may have forgotten, but I have not. We were always HIS children. And he
has not and never will forsake you! Will you forsake him?"

 
- Tytos Brax, Sergeant, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.







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Vexillarius Ascanius, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.
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Child Antimenias, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.


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Child Diocletian, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.


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Child Nestor, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.


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Child Pylades, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.




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Tytos Brax, Sergeant, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.




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Tactical Squad Brax, XIV Company, XIX Millennial, Emperors Children.



                    
               

 




 



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"No! Please! Mercy! Arghhhhh-"



"Mercy?" whispered the machine, as much as such a thing could whisper,
starring at the corpse. It seemed confused by the word. "We were not
bred for such a thing, you and I."


 



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Kitbashed Praetor, just roughly tacked together for now.
 


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Quintus Varalas, First Blade of the Scions and Lord Commander of the XIXth Millennial, Emperor's Children.


Annnnnnnnnnnnnd there we go. :) A more exciting post will be coming soon, as I finally finished the contemptor. Just need to polish up his bit of accompanying fluff. :) Stay tuned. :)

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Cheers, mate. The helmet itself is just one of the alternate legion mk iv helms which i nicked from an assault squad. Think it's included in the legion tactical squad set. The crest is from anvilindustries.co.uk, as are all the bare heads and the drum magazine.
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This is one of those threads I really look forward to seeing updates on. Fantastic work, love the attention that has gone into each and every model. thumbsup.gif

Why thank you, I have been an admirer of your work for many years so that really means a lot. :)

Amazing stuff. I can't wait to see what's gonna end that SOH marine...

Your wish is my command. . . :)

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Sorry to keep you waiting on the dread, the fluff kinda ran away with me. smile.png It's a bit of a long one, but I hope some of you will indulge me. Hope you like the model and the fluff, as I really want to make models for Kastaan and Bakuun now. ohmy.png Anway, here it is. smile.png




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- Day 54 -

Bakuun ran. They all did. To left and right men dropped in their tracks as the vicious swarm of bolterfire chewed into them. Bakuun was practically oblivious to this, save for a small part of his brain that made note of those whose fall potentially impeded his own flight. It wasn't cowardice, just necessity. Of all the qualities instilled within an Astartes upon their ascension, the Sixteenth Legion's Apothecaries had found that already in abundance. Cthonia had seared it into his soul. On the world of his birth, there had been but one law. You did what was necessary, or you died.

In the years since his rebirth as a Son of Horus, he had learned other virtues, gained different qualities. Duty, honour, loyalty. These things were as alien as they were laughable to someone who had grown to adolescence amongst the savage gangs of that hellish place. But amongst his new found brothers he had discovered that there was another way besides murder and larceny, and over the intervening century the man had all but forgotten the boy he had once been.

Until those brothers turned on him.

Perhaps his new found sense of honour had never been anything more than a thin veneer. Or perhaps he had merely been a mirror, dumbly reflecting the qualities of those around him. Maybe they all had. Had it all just been a cheap parlour trick? One hundred thousand mirrors, with him at it's centre. When Horus had revealed his true self they had shattered. Bakuun had shattered. All that was left of him was the old instinct, the need to survive.

As his comrades fell around him, Bakuun simply ignored them and ran all the harder. He couldn't help them, and so he didn't even try. Didn't even care. The feral creature within him nodded in approval. The tiny fragment of him that remembered what it once was to be an Astartes wept.

In his callousness, Bakuun trampled men underfoot as they fell, and so he was amongst the first to make it to cover. A wrecked tenement building, twelve stories at it's highest, five at it's lowest. It sagged in the middle as if crushed by a giant fist.

As the last few stragglers of their tattered force surged in, an officer in the sallow white of the Death Guard began dispersing men amongst the building. Bakuun didn't know his name, nor had he cared to find out. Like as not he'd not survive the day, anyway. And then there'd just be another new name to learn, another new face to quickly forget. His own squad had all long since perished, and he recognised nobody amongst his fellow Son's in the patchwork force. It was better that way.

"You there!," called the officer, pointing. Bakuun stared at him for long moments before he realised he was addressing him.

"Yes?" he croaked, his voice rasping. It shocked Bakuun to realise he couldn't remember the last time he had spoken. Or been spoken to. It may have been weeks. It felt like years.

"My advice, Captain," piped up a young Astartes in the regalia of the World Eaters, "leave that one be. Old Grim don't much like to talk."

"You know him?"

"No, no one does. A few of them," he said, nodding towards a cluster of the Son's, "tried talking to him shortly after he wandered in from the city and joined up with us. But he just stared right through them and then sat down and began cleaning that chainglaive of his, again and again. Hours he did it for. Weeks ago that was. Never heard him speak before today."

"Is he. . injured?" asked the Captain, eyeing him askance.

"Maybe. Sure can fight though." the young warrior flashed a feral grin at Bakuun, part admiration, part challenge.

"Well, take him with you and scout the foundations. There's a basement to this building. Maybe there's a way out down there."

Shrugging, the World Eater gathered up his weapons and started down the stairwell. Bakuun just stared after him. Outside, the sound of gunfire, momentarily quiescent, began to intensify. They were coming. Still, the captain may well be right. There could be a way out.

Already a dozen steps down, the other man stopped and waited at the sound of Bakuun's descent.

"So, you decided to come along and keep me company, did you, Old Grim?" he said once Bakuun had caught up, " name is Kastaan."

He had the wildness shared by all of Angron's children, this young warrior. Bakuun had the sense he was genuinely trying to be friendly with his gentle mocking, but at the same time he was aware of the potential danger he was courting, and welcomed it. He reminded Bakuun of the boys he had run with in his youth. He was surprised to find himself liking the lad.

The stairwell wound down into the earth, a hundred and twenty steps from top to bottom. They emerged into what must have been the building's boiler room. The wreckage of dozens of machines littered the floor, bent ducting and burst water pipes stabbed down from the ceiling like stalactites. A soft circle of light bathed the floor in a warm glow, and Bakuun craned his head up to see where something large had pierced the side of the building at an angle high above. Whatever it had been, it had ricocheted off into the darkness.

Seeing the same thing as he, Kastaan flicked on the tactical light of his bolter and set off into the gloom. Bakuun followed. He didn't bother with his own light. He liked the dark these days.

They followed the trail of scattered debris, broken glass crunching underfoot. All about them were strewn shards of plastek and rent metalwork, the detritus of complex machinery irrevocably broken.

The drop pod had at last come to rest up against the south-eastern wall, it's headlong rush finally halted by the buildings thick foundations and the planets hard bedrock. Almost 30 feet tall at it's highest point, even lying at an angle as it was the crashed vehicle dwarfed the two marines. Kastaan swept it's hull with his light, looking for markings, but what was visible was blackened and bruised by it's descent.

"Doors still sealed shut. Poor bastards never even made it out the door," remarked Kastaan. Above, the sound of gunfire was reaching a crescendo, and Bakuun could hear the faint echoes of panicked shouting. Not long now. Kastaan must have had the same thought, for he muttered under his breadth, "perhaps they were the luck ones."

Turning away from the crashed pod, he set about searching for what they had come for. A way out. Across the room from the pod a thick pipe, over a foot in diameter, pierced the basement wall. Besides it was a rusted service hatch.

Crossing over to it, Bakuun grasped the handle and wrenched. With a groan of protest, the hatch swung open on it's hinges. Pushing his head through, he finally deigned to turn on his own light, casting it's beam left and right. As he'd hoped, the pipe had carried the buildings waste, and here was where it drained into the cities sewer system. His light faded and died a few dozen feet out, but he could sense that the tunnels extended for miles in either direction; back towards where they had been fighting earlier, or onwards to safety.

"You found a way out, did you?" called Kastaan from over by the pod, "Well, come over hear and help me get this open first, would you?"

When Bakuun made no move to help him, the World Eater sighed in exasperation.

"I don't know about you, but I'm almost dry," he said, patting his bolter. "These boys will have dropped fully stocked, and by the sounds of things up there we're probably going to need it."

He was right, Bakuun had started the day with barely two clips of ammunition, and most of that had been expended in the fire fight. There had been no chance to scavenge any more.

Joining Kastaan, Bakuun helped the other man lever great chunks of broken plascrete from where a collapsing arch had partial buried the assault ramp on the, now upper, side. With that clear, Bakuun brushed brick dust off the door's exterior console. He grunted.

"What's wrong?" asked Kastaan.

Bakuun nodded at the panel and made way for Kastaan to take a look. Given the fact that the doors remained closed, Bakuun had assumed that the pod had been damaged during it's entry and catastrophically lost atmospheric pressure. But the readouts showed the seal as good.

"Landing jets must have misfired then," he shrugged, "I saw that happen to some Blood Angels once on Thresika Nine. Nasty. When they dug the pod out of the hole it had made there was nothing but jelly left inside what remained of their armour."

Bakuun had seen the same thing himself, more than once. It was the risk you took whenever you stepped into one of the things. He didn't respond though.

"You ever going to talk to me, Grim?" laughed the younger man, slapping the doors override button.

With a hiss of releasing air, that whole section of the pod slowly folded open. Had it been opened from the inside, it would have done so far more swiftly. It was the way of the Astartes. Everything was a weapon. Inside was just a haze, the pod had sustained damage during it's fall, that was certain, and there must have been a leak in a coolant line because the whole compartment was filled with vapour which slowly started to leak out into the basement. Bundles of cables snaked down from the ceiling in twisted strands, catching upon their armour.

"Search the lockers, we've not much time."

"Wait," Bakuun rasped, as Kastaan stepped into the pod. Something had been bothering him for some time, and as the haze began to clear the answer came to him.

"What?" asked Kastaan, turning. As he did so, two points of light blazed balefully into life within the fog and a monstrous form lurched out the depths, grasping the World Eater in an enormous fist.

Backing away in fear, Bakuun hopelessly raised his weapons and waited for the dreadnought to crush the life from Kastaan, and then come for him. He didn't try to run, there would be no point.

But it didn't. Instead it spoke.

"RELEASE ME!"

Bakuun shivered at that terrible sound, like shards of ice scraped down sheet metal. He had always been uneasy around the towering machines, for all that they had once been brothers. Every Astartes held a close acquaintance with death. They dealt it, courted it in turn. But those who were interred within a dreadnought's armoured sarcophagus held an intimacy with it that those they left behind could scarcely fathom. They *had* died, or as near as made no difference. Those who were honoured with life after death were held in a state of awe by their fellows, but never comfortably so.

"RELEASE ME!" demanded the machine once again, drawing Kastaan up until he was eye to eye with the thing.

Now that the initial shock had worn off, and the air had cleared, Bakuun immediately saw the trouble. The drop-craddle that was designed to tether the dreadnought during freefall had failed to release the machine after impact, and though it had managed to wrench one arm free of the harness the rest of the restraints had held.

It was trapped.

"Bugger that," swore Kastaan, spitting into the things face. "Go get the others. Lead them out. They can't stand against the traitors."

Even as the spittle was settling, Bakuun heard unmistakable sound of cracking ceramite as the dreadnought began to slowly tighten it's grip on the helpless World Eater. But at the last word it suddenly stopped.

"TRAITORS?" queried the machine.

"Go, Grim! Before his friends come down and do it for him!"

"FRIENDS!" roared the dreadnought, the shout echoing through the dark. "OF TRAITORS? I AM OF THE EVOCATI! ONLY TELDRAMAR AND ANCIENT RYLANOR STAND HIGHER THAN I AMONGST THE UNDYING OF THE CHILDREN! WHO DARES CALL ME A TRAITOR?"

That last must have been rhetorical, for the dreadnought didn't seem inclined to wait for an answer. The claw began to squeeze shut once again, and Bakuun could hear the armour begin to buckle.

Necessity, once again. Maybe the creature was telling the truth. Maybe. If he took the time to release the him, the machine might or might not kill them both. Even if he didn't, they would all succumb to the flood of enemies pouring into the floors above. Either way, Kastaan was as good as dead. Bakuun glanced at the tunnel, at escape. The part of him that was all Cthonia, that had slowly come to subsume him once again over the last weeks, screamed at him to run.

And yet it didn't.

Quite without volition, Bakuun found his feet taking him forward, into the lion's den. He brushed close enough to the machine that had it so wished it could have pulped both Kastaan and he with a single blow.

And yet it didn't.

Crossing to the pods central controls, Bakuun flipped open a screen and began typing away at the controls, summoning up the manual release for the harness. When it flashed up he saw why it hadn't disengaged. The accelerometers had malfunctioned somehow, and the pod's machine spirit still thought it was in freefall. Bakuun told the pod to ignore the erroneous sensors, and with a dull thud the bolts released. If the machine wanted to kill them, it was now free to do so.

And yet it didn't.

Instead it stumbled out of the confines of the pod and into the basement. Freed from it's bonds, the machine drew itself up to it's full height, as if stretching, and only then seemed to remember Kastaan clasped in it's hand.

"APOLOGIES, LITTLE BROTHER!" it said, gently setting the man down on the ground. "I AM CALLED KYRAENAEDES, AND YOU ARE?"

"Ka- Kastaan!" choked the World Eater, struggling for breath. Bakuun wouldn't be at all suprised if the man had broken some ribs. "My friend here doesn't talk, don't know his name."

"Bakuun." surprised himself by saying. His voice sounded less strained than before, "my name is . . Bakuun."

Kastaan stared at him in shock, but Kyraenaedes merely tilted his torso in an oddly formal sort of bow. It looked strange to see something so big try to be so delicate. "WELL MET, BAKUUN of the SIXTEENTH. WELL MET, KASTAAN of the TWELFTH. I HEAR THE SWEET SONG OF THE DANCE UP ABOVE US, SHALL WE JOIN IT?"

"Of course," crowed Kastaan, licking his lips in anticipation.

"AND YOU, BROTHER BAKUUN?", as he spoke Kyraenaedes glanced from Bakuun to the open sewer doorway. There was too much knowing in those lifeless eyes. "I WAS SENT HERE TO DIE, JUST LIKE YOU WERE. BUT WE ARE NOT DEAD. THEY SHALL SUFFER FOR THAT!"

Strangely, for the first time in who knew how long, Bakuun had no desire to run. It was just gone, snuffed away as if it had never been. His life had ceased to mean anything much to him since the betrayal, and yet he had clawed tooth and nail to keep it. Why? For what? No, better to die as he had once tried to live. The men who were coming to kill him had cast off all that they had once been, but that didn't mean that he had to too. Kyraenades was right. He had been meant to die. But he was not dead. Yet.

Patting Kastaan on the back as he passed him, Bakuun ran for the stairwell and the sound of the bloody melee that awaited them. He wasn't aware of it, but he was laughing. Not bitterly, joyously.

As the two of them ploughed into the throng, Bakuun could hear the sound of collapsing rubble as the dreadnought dug it's way out into the light.

"HEAR ME, TRAITORS! I AM KYRAENAEDES, THIRD OF THE EVOCATI! IN LIFE MEN NAMED ME THE UNRELENTING, BUT YOU MAY CALL ME DEATH!"

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Evocatus Kyraenaedes, Emperor's Children.

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This is some awesome fluff. I wish my work cmputer would let me see your models, but I already saved your log to view when I get home.

Why thank you, I'm glad you and Jaspact and a few others enjoy the fluff as I know not everybody wants to be reading other people's scribblings. But I enjoy doing it and I've found that it's actually inspired me to do more on the modelling side of things with this army than I had ever intended, which has increased the satisfaction I've gotten from the whole project. smile.png I'm rather pleased with the models I've complete so far, so I hope you find them as agreeable as the fluff, mate. smile.png

On the subject of getting sucked into the modelling side of things, I've been working on a 5 man devastator squad since completing the contemptor. It was to be the final part of my vow for this years ETL, but alas I had begun to expect a week or so ago that my snail's-pace modelling and painting would see me run out of time. With 5 days to go I'm still not done assembling them, so alas I've admitted defeat on that front. I still highly doubt that i would have completed them regardless, but part of the reason they're not even all assembled and undercoated yet is I've spent much of the past two days tinkering with their sergeant. I found a couple of old sets of 90's devastators, and just had to have a play around with their legs. smile.png

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This is the most complex greenstuffing I've ever attempted, so it's a little rough in places but I think some sanding will sort that out. What I hope you guys can help me out with is tying the upper and lower legs together. I will be adding studs to my GS work to match MKIII armour, but my question is should I leave the sort of crenelated effect on the lower legs, or remove those little tabs so it matches up with the upper legs? Or, alternatively, should I add some tabs to the rest of the leg plating? Would really like some advice on this guys so I'd be very thankful for your thoughts. :)

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Quick question on the last guy, is that brass etch on his chest? On a side note, I finally got a chance to actually see the pictures and your stuff is looking awesome.

Yes, mate. from the EC brass etch set. Had to extend the chest piece quite considerably to get the damned thing to fit. Kept misjudging how much the tips of the wings curved so I had to revisit it and enlarge it twice. ohmy.png Glad you like them. smile.png

Done some more work on the devastator sergeant, here's his final pose.

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Apart from tidying up, I Just need to add some rivets to the sculpted parts of the arms and remove some of the ones from his leg - On the old metal left leg there's like a control panel or something that I left visible, but that threw me out in terms of matching the mkii rivet placement. So I put double the amount on but I think it looks a bit busy, so will remove every other one. I took someone's suggestion and added rivets to the crenelations as well, what do you guys think?

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