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ALPHARIUS

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Specialist, XX Legion, ‘Alpha Legion’

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‘For the Emperor.'  – Alpharius

 

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ALPHARIUS

 

ULLUN had been tailing him since the Filth Hound had dispersed the War Council, six hours and thirty four minutes prior. Once out of the command compound, his quarry had evaded scrutiny, but there was little disguising the gene-forged bulk of an Astartes trying to blend in with a supply caravan. Work servitors employed by The Unbroken’s mechanical allies were all larger than human-standard and not uncommon, but Ullun’s target moved with a fluid gait that belied his hasty disguise.
 
Shoddy, thought Ullun. He had expected better, following his mark by attaching himself to the end of the caravan.
 
Three kilometres distant, the inner wastes met the sink-spoil of Newhavon. Long ago, Newhavon the township had been planned as a hab district for the merchant caste overseeing the region's ancylitum rush; but zealous prospectors ignoring Imperial regulation protocols exhausted the region's wealth centuries before conservative estimates. Still, humanity lingered, as they always do, and the rockcrete block habs had been torn down, repurposed and rebuilt ad hoc to create Newhavon, the last bastion for the poor and adventurous, desperate to discover one last vein of ultra-rare ore.
 
Satisfied he was not being followed, the cloaked Astartes moved off the main square, heading north east into the warrens where local businesses thinned out into abandoned hab units occupied by the destitute.
 
Ullun had kept his distance, recognising his own bulk also betrayed himself, so he adopted the ungainly tread of a vat-bulked labour unit. Before long, Ullun spotted his target entering a nondescript manufactory unit further up the narrow street. Waiting briefly before resuming his pursuit, Ullun spent several minutes working a bolt mechanism that barred his entrance without attracting attention. 
 
Stepping into the cool interior, the dark space was harshly lit by crepuscular rays of light streaming through broken window panes and partially ruined walls.
 
In its centre stood Ullun’s target.
 
‘Reveal yourself,’ instructed Ullun, aiming a compact bolt pistol at his evasive quarry.
 
A mechanical hand slowly unhooded the cloak, and Ullun found himself staring at the slack-jawed face of a utility servitor.
 
‘Damn,’ Ullun cursed, sweeping his pistol into the shadows.
 
‘Why are you following me, Ullun?’ asked a voice. It was in fact two voices. 
 
One Ullun couldn’t place, quietly confident, overlaid with the disjointed monotonous drone-speech of the servitor’s vocal chords.
 
‘Who are you?’ he yelled, a tinge of panic entering his voice.
 
‘I am Alpharius,’ said the voices in synchrony. The servitor’s mouth eerily mimicked its master’s words.
 
‘I’ve been observing your secret audiences with the Fabricator for weeks. Don’t even deny it,’ accused Ullun.
 
A shadow detached itself from the manufactory’s deepest recesses. There was a pause, before Alpharius replied. ‘It is true that my goals do not align with Cerberak, but he is not my enemy. That is the truth.’ There was no machine-augmentic accompaniment this time.
 
‘What are you doing then?’ demanded Ullun, weakly.
 
‘What must be done,’ answered Alpharius, firing his plasma pistol.
 

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I am a self-professed Alpha Legion fanatic and I’ve always been into the faction as depicted in Dan Abnett’s Horus Heresy classic LEGION, complete with their ‘deep purple’ / indigo armour. I am yet to see someone paint them in colours depicted in the book. As soon as I saw the new Space Marine Vanguard Librarian, I knew I had to convert it into an Alpha Legionnaire, with a bolt and plasma pistol so I could use the rules for Cypher in game – I couldn’t think of anything more bad ass than this shadowy figure reaping havoc, only to disappear without a trace (as Ullun finds out in the micro-story). I’ll probably bulk him out with some operatives and even one or two more legionnaires. What agenda they pursue with their tenuous alliance with The Unbroken is anyone’s guess, but I have some cool ideas. Hydra Dominatus!

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These are getting better and better both in model and in writing! I love the Alpha Legion model, but his left shoulder looks a touch too raised and out of place, might just be the angle of the image though. But them pesky mould lines on his right arm cry out for a Xacto knife at a later date. ;)

 

The story for Armitron is really great too and opens up a little more on this unique ragtag band of renegades, props for taking the plunge in converting the character model too as that is always so daunting.

 

Weill we see a lick of paint on these boys in the near future? :)

 

Cambrius

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Thanks Cambrius!

 

I'll get round to painting the models at some point or another... they'll all need Green Stuff filling and additional cleanup. It's more a case of getting the right look and profile down first, and more importantly, it's important for me to actually finish assembling them since most of the models have been sitting for years gathering dust, unopened and unassembled!

 

There's pretty much no difference between a regular FW model and a character series model apart from the insane price difference, so yeah, I only had one shot at it!

 

More to come.

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Ugh, what an awesome thread is this?? I live the stories, the converted miniatures, the atmosphere. This is why I prefer forums over newer platforms. You sir, have inspired me!! I can't wait to start converting power armour again. Thanks, and please please carry on!
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YONA KRULL

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Formerly of the XIV Legion, ‘Death Guard’, Gragin Tactical Squad

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‘Unbroken. Ordnance, full spread. Leave none alive.’ — Krull

 

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KRULL

 

THERE WAS A TINGE of regret as Krull bludgeoned a crackling power fist through the buckled and weeping armour of the Death Guard. The electric field generated by the ancient weapon had temporarily short-circuited upon making contact with whatever warp-spawned organic matter that existed existed within its corroded armour, but not before it completing its deadly function.
 
Hyper-concentrated corrosive acids sizzled into the outer casing of the power fist as Krull tore it free, and the Death Guard slumped to the ground with no 
further resistance.
 
Yona Krull looked down at his vanquished opponent, trying to identify any trace of the former Death Guard’s squad markings.
 
There was none. Ten millennia of war against the Imperium and service to the Lord of Contagion had obscured any clue to foe’s former allegiance on the decaying suit of armour.
 
‘What things have you witnessed, brother of mine?’ Krull murmured. In another age, they were of the same Legion, carrying the same genetic bearing as the thrice damned Mortarion. Perhaps, in the distant past, they may have even fought together. It didn’t matter.
 
The galaxy had changed, and so had Krull’s place within it.
 
The Plague Lord can rot in his filth. Only service to the War God had provided Yona Krull with any form of vengeance, even if had meant killing his former battle-brothers. Krull chided himself. The things that lurked in the mists and re-animated the dead were not his battle-brothers. Not anymore. Not anymore. Of all the servants of the pantheon, it was the XIVth that carried their patron’s mark most explicitly: a corruption that festered without as well as within.
 
He glared into the miasmic fog that was encroaching on The Unbroken's line. Within it, more of the things that once called themselves kindred waited to spread their contagion.
 
Krull spared one final look at his estranged comrade, before turning to regard his own pauldron. Embossed onto the scorched ceramite was the old sigil: a death’s head wreathed in a corona of spikes. Once it may have symbolised an indomitable will, but now there was only the will to survive and reap vengeance upon weak-minded fools slaved to the Gods.

 

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Like a lot of kitbashers have realised like myself, using bits off the Tartaros and Justerin Terminator kits and matching with the right regular sized Space Marine bits approximated a larger true scale or Primaris scale miniature, breaking from the relative conformity of the curvier MK X armour. I struggled finding a good profile for this guy because the torso was too small in relation to everything else, until I spotted a random Khornate chest piece from one of my spare Blood Warriors from AoS. I had to keep cutting away to get the right angle but the result, I hope, is a guy that looks suitably beefy, complete with a Death’s Head helmet ‘liberated’ from an unfortunate Reiver. I could imagine this guy just taking his time stomping across the battlefield, directing The Unbroken under his command to annihilate whatever he points at.

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Your storytelling is amazing, it really sells your armies theme, I wish I could write like that.

 

About Krull, only thing I would change is making his base a bit larger, even if its just the shape of the rubble on same sized disk. IMO having their feet wider then the rocks they are perched on looses the sturdy feel you want with a standing character like this.

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GRAULGATHA

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Formerly of the XVI Legion, 'Sons of Horus', Macadhon Rampager Squad

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‘Move! Move! Before he fi—‘ — Anon., last known transmission of the Parduan 381st, 4th Battalion, ‘The Invincibles’

 

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GRAULGATHA

 

THERE WAS PEACE in the fog. Grandfather Nurgle, may his contagions always bear fruit, had blessed the battlefield with the Mark of Obfuscation, easing Toron’s passage through the city towards the Warmonger’s rabble. 
 
The Death Guard would take their time, as they always did. Time in the material universe was a concept that the Corpse God’s followers cleaved to in their futile attempt to attach meaning in their short lives; not understanding that what followed death was life of a different, superior order. 
 
Death. Decay. Renewal. That was the Primordial Truth that the Grandfather taught in his infinite wisdom. 
 
It was Toron’s calling to illuminate Nurgle’s Truth and destroy falsehood where he saw it: whether it was the religious zealotry of the Imperial Creed, the escapist fantasies of the Dark Prince or the pointless scheming of the Changer. Worst of all was the pain fuelled rage of the Warmonger. They expended themselves in impressive numbers, and yet they still came into the guns. 
 
If you wanted to throw something into guns, that’s what humans are for, thought Toron as he advanced, treading over a mound of the city’s recently diseased and deceased.
 
Harsh voices distorted by vox invaded the silence, unbidden and disjointed. The voices reverberated, sometimes sounding like their owners were standing right next to Toron, yet in the same instance, the same words were spoken half the city away. The effect was strange, as if the voices themselves had taken form, trying to swim through an invisible, gelatinous sea. 
 
Another one of the Grandfather’s multitudinous blessings. 
 
‘Ordnance, full sustain on transmitted coordina—’
 
‘...beta-rho-six-oh-one-four-six-seve—’
 
‘...aulgatha, target emerging force congregating by the Governor’s statue in thr—’
 
‘Enough! There are plenty more where that came f—’
 
Toron looked through the fog towards the enemy line. They were stretched thin, with just one or two of the Warmonger’s lapdogs hazy silhouettes in the near distance. One was much taller than the others. 
 
‘...wo. One,’ growled a voice. It was near deafening in the phosphor murk. 
 
Toron started, looking again at the tall silhouette. A statue of the Imperial Governor, rendered in bronze, three times larger than the man it commemorated. 
 
It was the last thing Toron saw before searing las-fire punctured his face. 

 

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I expended two versions of the Bloodwarrior’s body and legs to get this right, I messed both up the first time round. They’re now pinned in the position I want, along with the suitably mean pose hefting a heavy piece of kit around. Graulgatha is gigantic, nearly a head bigger than the rest of his kin, and entirely the appropriate candidate to wield a lascanon on his own. He doesn’t talk much, he lets the gun do the talking.

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Two more fantastically kit-bashed models and stories to go with it! I'm a real fan of our new Heavy weapon toting Goliath Graulgatha, the helmet choice is ideal to give him that brutish rage-induced monster with the strength and hate to wield the ordnance provided with ease.

 

Yona Krull looks nice and beefy with his commanding pose too, I echo what Syrakul has said on the base positioning as that'll really help with his look. Do you have the base form the old Chaos Terminator Commander as that would work very well I think. I'd advise maybe swinging his power fist arm slightly more backward from the current straight downward pose, to me it looks like it's just hanging limply like a wounded arm.

 

Can we get a group shot of them at some point to see the Unbroken united, the sheer amount of variety in their build and poses would look superb?

 

Cambrius

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Thanks guys — I’ll see what I can do about Krull, repositioning the arm and the base (although I just ordered a 3D printed name plate for him...)

 

Group shots to come - one later today!

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This gets better and better every day. Your temp is as stunning as your work. 
May I ask where the helmet of GRAULGATHA is coming from? I do really like to look of it and wouldn't mind doing something similar for my marines.

Keep up the good work. It is the perfect inspiration to make my World Eaters a little more chaosy for the Battle of Terra.

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Man, these models are all really nice. The black & white pictures make each piece very moody. I like it. The fluff on them is also very well-written.

 

This gets better and better every day. Your temp is as stunning as your work. 
May I ask where the helmet of GRAULGATHA is coming from? I do really like to look of it and wouldn't mind doing something similar for my marines.

Keep up the good work. It is the perfect inspiration to make my World Eaters a little more chaosy for the Battle of Terra.

Looks like the head from Skarr Bloodwrath.

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This gets better and better every day. Your temp is as stunning as your work. 

May I ask where the helmet of GRAULGATHA is coming from? I do really like to look of it and wouldn't mind doing something similar for my marines.

Keep up the good work. It is the perfect inspiration to make my World Eaters a little more chaosy for the Battle of Terra.

 

 

Man, these models are all really nice. The black & white pictures make each piece very moody. I like it. The fluff on them is also very well-written.

 

This gets better and better every day. Your temp is as stunning as your work. 

May I ask where the helmet of GRAULGATHA is coming from? I do really like to look of it and wouldn't mind doing something similar for my marines.

Keep up the good work. It is the perfect inspiration to make my World Eaters a little more chaosy for the Battle of Terra.

Looks like the head from Skarr Bloodwrath.

 

Thanks guys, it is indeed Skarr Bloodwrath! 

 

More to come. I have not just individual backstories, but a plot enough for a novella on their tenuous alliances...

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THE LOST

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The War God's Chosen

 

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THE LOST

 

THE SMELL THAT pervaded the battlefield was difficult to describe. Scorched armour, fyceline and the ozone stink of energy weapon discharge met the putrescent corruption of the sloughed flesh of the re-animated dead and a rotting, unnatural decay that reeked of spoiled meat and sour milk; only worse. Even through his rebreather, Armitron couldn't help but gag at the curdling stink that invaded his olfactory senses and threatened to overwhelm him.
 
The things that were once the XIVth Legion were nearly upon him now, and the supernatural fog that followed the lords of death had closed in on the Unbroken's line. The enemy crunched and stomped over the re-animated dead, their grim purpose served, and now discarded without care.
 
Through the sulphurous murk, a bloated silhouette lunged at Armitron, its filth encrusted athame narrowly missing his neck seal by a hair's breadth. He hadn't even seen it coming, such was the disorientating effect of the Death Guard's unnatural magick. Armitron's pistol ejected a stream super-heated plasma straight into the plague warrior's face. In less than a heartbeat, its helmet had become a deadly vessel for the the gun's deadly payload, melting through ceramite, tissue and bone with ease. The body simply stood upright for a moment, its head nothing more than a smoking stump before it fell.
 
Recognising the brief flash of plasma discharge, another of the diseased and corrupted Astartes fired a full round of bolt shells towards it, but Armitron had already moved away, vanishing into the haze. This was no natural phenomena, and the warp born power that aided the enemy had reduced visibility to near zero.
 
'Left of you, Shepherd,' voxed Birilgi.
 
‘Acknowledged. Go right and we'll pin him,' Armitron replied, circling around, using Birilgi's position to triangulate the location of the foe. Breaking into a run, Armitron leapt onto another silhouette turning in the murk; his chain-axe buzzing at the very last moment in a sudden cacophony that broke the eerie silence. He met the impenetrable casing of ancient armour, and the chain-axe had become stuck fast.
 
A Terminator. A towering, hulking edifice that was now turning to meet him. Armitron may as well have tried to attack a mainline battle tank.
 
The creature swatted Armitron with a monstrous left paw, sending him sprawling into the ground. With supernatural speed, the ancient Death Guard pinned him down with an iron-shod hoof, buckling armour and cracking his fused ribcage under its weight. Armitron would be crushed within seconds.
 
Birilgi speared into the Terminator from the left, Redfang expertly finding the gap between its arm and torso, and the bone-crushing force eased for a moment. Gasping, Armitron rolled out of harm's way.
 
Even against two opponents, the Death Guard would eventually win out. The Terminator swung an oversized, wicked scythe towards the White Scar, who deftly evaded its strike. Something tackled the creature from behind with desperate force, and the thing begun to topple forward. Without pausing, Rhiddek began to hack chunks out of the Death Guard's power unit and rear vents in a crazed assault.
 
Priming a krak grenade, Birilgi tossed it into the now exposed power unit and the horrifically warped physiology of the terrible warrior. Rhiddek rolled off before it detonated with an unceremonious crump, and the Death Guard died without a sound.
 
Panting, Rhiddek got up and continued to hack at the dead thing's armour.
 
'Enough! There are plenty more where that came from,' wheezed Armitron.
 
The berserker looked at Armitron, and growled.
 
‘Take us to Sark and Esageddon. We have work to do,' commanded the Shepherd. 

 

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Super pleased with my first set of name plates from Versatile Terrain, with a second batch on the way....

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PYRE

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Formerly of the III Legion, 'Emperor's Children', Asceton Heavy Support Squad

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‘Pyre, bless them with a raging inferno.' – Warleader Cerberak, Priority Alpha Command Data Spool Inload

 

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PYRE

 

'WE ARE ASSEMBLED, Fabricator. Make your report,' instructed Cerberak over the portable hololithic display unit. The Unbroken's commander flickered in and out of existence, a digitally distorted phantom compromised by the Death Guard's continued resistance. The warriors who attended the Fabricator on board the Morpheus were momentarily distracted by the unceasing rumble of artillery bombardment in the background.

 

They stood in a loose circle around the master of the Mechanicum: Mez Bardouk, Calcatrix, Nakar and Shahmaran, one of Bardouk's subordinates, represented the War Council in Cerberak's absence; an entourage that befitted their host's status. 

 

Arch-Fabricator Locum Dyonysius of the Cult Mechanicum's Ordo Koinonia Kybernētēs had been a staunch ally of the Unbroken for decades: a mutually beneficial arrangement that allowed the Fabricator and his esoteric cult to unlock the forbidden mysteries of the Omnissiah under the continued protection of the Unbroken. 

 

In return, the cult repaired and manufactured the necessary materiel to prosecute the Unbroken's wars. Indeed, many of the warband's armour and weapon capabilities had been enhanced with more advanced systems; saving themselves the shame of beseeching the Lords of Ruin for unwanted 'gifts'.

 

Arrayed on the ancient steel decking of the Ordo's Cruiser, the Fabricator grasped a blood red veil cloaking a large object. With a triumphant flourish, the Fabricator pulled on the shroud, revealing the chassis of an armoured combat motorcycle of unique design. A ceramite armoured shell complete with arming pods in-between the subframes containing the engine housing and exhausts. The vehicle also sported numerous input manifolds for advanced scanning systems.

 

Nakar audibly whistled, impressed with the Fabricator's latest creation.

 

'You make demanding specifications of the Ordo,' remarked the Fabricator, turning towards the hololithic projection of the commander. 'I have had to improvise as we are a long way from my erstwhile cousins in the Imperium. This iteration utilises a 497.2 ehp 9000 cc engine, allowing an operational speed o–'

 

Cerberak chopped his hand once, interrupting the Fabricator.

 

'Forgive me, my time is limited. Impressive work, however, I see no obvious configuration to ride your creation.'

 

Suppressing his irritation, the Arch-Fabricator continued, his tone oddly neutral. 

 

'Your assessment is correct, Commander. This unit utilises a similar neural interface sarcophagus that controls an Astartes Dreadnought; albeit miniaturised to accommodate the smaller chassis and requirements of your rapid automotive vehicle commission. I would argue the unit is 'piloted', rather than 'ridden'.'

 

Unbidden, Shahmaran stepped forward, caressing the top of the armoured shell. He stopped before peering into a crystal-flex hatch. Taking a step back, Bardouk's aide looked towards the assembled host.

 

'Greetings, brothers,' rasped a voice over the vehicle's speakers. The patrician speech was cold and heavily modulated, distorted by binaric artefacting, but its owner was instantly recognisable.

 

'Gods above!' whispered Bardouk. 'Ban-Dakur, is it really you?' The former War Hound looked to his subordinate for confirmation. Sarrin was peering into the armoured shell once more.

 

'You're supposed to be dead, Ban,' cut in Cerberak. He stared directly at the Fabricator Locum. 'How is this possible?'

 

The Fabricator bowed with false modesty, clearly relishing the attention he commanded over the Astartes around him. 'Not quite. He was recovered by my adepts with significant deterioration of cognitive function and organic matter. We have invested... considerable resources to stabilise his condition, and inter him within the weapon you see before you.'

 

The leader of The Unbroken nodded. 'How many of these do you have?'

 

'Two,' replied the lord of the Mechanicum. 'With more on the way. Brother Dakur can be fitted with an integrated flamer unit within three hours and be deployed within six,' the Fabricator boasted.

 

'See it done,' instructed Cerberak.

 

Silence followed, before the Fabricator coughed once, for effect.

 

'Our agreement still stands, Arch-Fabricator. You will get your flesh harvest once we have prosecuted this war.'

 

Arch-Fabricator Locum Dyonysius and his subordinates bowed deeply to the assembled Astartes, who had begun to depart towards the Morpheus' hangars without ceremony.

 

All except Shahmaran, who continued to peer into the crystal-flex aperture.

 

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Last month I saw @dragonfly_painting throw up a great conversion with a reconfigured Armiger Helverin he called a ’Tauros-Pattern’. Well Dragonfly, I see your Helverin and raise you a Dionysius-Pattern Astartes Attack Bike. After seeing the post, I immediately thought there was a possibility of beefing up the Forgeworld Outrider bike using the Armiger parts and made it up as I went along. I also had in mind that absolutely bad-ass Terminator Cyborg bike in Terminator: Salvation which has helped me crystallise my ongoing plot for this tenuous alliance between the Unbroken and the Dark Mechanicus. Apart from the wheels which are from the Ork Boosta Blaster, everything else has been cut and repositioned from the Armiger sprues themselves, which means I can make two bikes per box with lots of bits to spare for other things. The flamer is from a Sternguard box set I ‘liberated’ and mashed with some other bits to form a weapon’s array. I like the slightly asymmetrical configuration of the weapon pod on one side and the sensor unit on the other. You’ll note the back wheels have a piston arrangement that seems to float in mid air – I basically couldn’t fit the giant wheel in smoothly, but I envisage the Fabricator would use some sort of mysterious grav/gyro-stabiliser device for increased manoeuvrability….

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Well, this completely took me by surprise and I'm am so glad for it! I love this idea and execution of a Dreadbike(?) courtesy of the Dark Mechanicum. Your writing adds further again too in characterising your Unbroken. I read that there is two chassis, so will we see another? :)

 

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Well, this completely took me by surprise and I'm am so glad for it! I love this idea and execution of a Dreadbike(?) courtesy of the Dark Mechanicum. Your writing adds further again too in characterising your Unbroken. I read that there is two chassis, so will we see another? :smile.:

 

Cambrius

 

Thanks! Absolutely. I've had a lot of requests for a tutorial, so I'll try and do one later this week!

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DYONYSIUS-PATTERN ASTARTES DREADBIKE

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Kitbash Tutorial

 

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Ever wanted to field a sleek and dangerous bike for your Space Marines or Chaos Space Marine force? Look no further than Games Workshop's own Armiger Helverin! The majority of the conversion will utilise components only from the Armiger to save on costs and your time.
 
You will need:

  • 1x Armiger Helverin set of sprues
  • 1x Ork Kustom Boosta-Blasta sprue (or whatever sprue you think will have wheels - even the Space Marine bike could work)
  • 1x Special Weapon sprue of your choice. I'm using the Space Marine Sternguard set, but use anything you think will work with the scale of the Dreadbike and not make it look like it will fall over

 

 

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STEP I: THE ARMOURED CHASSIS

Assemble Armiger components 9, 23 and 29 together as per the instructions. You'll need to shave off the bottom guide groove on the inside of the main chassis to accommodate the new position of the engine panel later on, so now's a good time to do it. Cap the shell with component 1. 

 


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STEP II: THE EXHAUSTS

Assemble components 10 and 12 to make the exhausts. IMPORTANT: You'll need to flip the exhaust configuration, so the longer exhaust pipe is on the outside and the whole exhaust leans backwards
 

 

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STEP III: PRIMARY SENSOR UNIT
Add component 32 by clipping off the nub indicated, and gluing the component to the chassis. I've chosen the left side of the bike. 


 

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STEP IV: THE FRONT BODY
Cut component 7 from the Armiger to the line indicated, and slide it ito the bottom of the chassis as shown. The shape of the component in this configuration will create a natural space for the front wheel. 


 

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STEP V: ASSEMBLING AND PLACING THE ENGINE

Take component 4 from the Armiger, and start sanding off the Adeptus Mechanicus symbol. Grind and shave to flatten it enough to accommodate the back wheel. Carefully bend component 4 back towards itself. You'll only want to do this once so you don't snap the plastic. Then glue the sides of the panel, and slide it into the chassis, making sure the top of the panel goes behind the two notches at the top, not the front like in the official kit. This will make sure you have enough room to accommodate the back wheel. Follow the curve of the chassis to glue the bent bottom end of component 4. If you do this correctly, you'll find a near perfect fit.

 


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STEP VI: THE FRONT WHEEL

Assemble the front wheel of your choice. I'm using the Ork Kustom Boosta-Blasta. Next, file components 13 and 14 from the Helverin, and follow the line of the main chassis. You'll need to carefully align all of the components in place for a flush finish. It may help to cut some spikes off the wheel to make everything fit.

 

 

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STEP VII: THE BACK WHEEL
Assemble the back wheel. I've used the larger back wheel from the Ork Kustom Boosta-Blasta. Unfortunately, one side of the wheel is attached to a wheel guard, so you'll need to carefully snip and shave everything down. Don't worry too much about the surface damage, you can align the wheel damage with the inside of the chassis and base where no one will see it. Stick the two halves together. File off the Ork symbol off the wheel cap, then take the rim of component 4 from the Armiger, and attach it to the rim of the wheel. This will also help disguise the pin you're using to pin the stabiliser to the back wheel.

 

 

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STEP VIII: GYRO-STABILISERS

The piston looking parts will make the back wheel look like it isn't floating in mid air. If you want to make the bike look like its turning, then you won't need to file the engine panel down. In this iteration, I want the bike going straight, so I'm going to take a much larger bit off. For the 'Gyro-Stabilisers', cut off components 36, 36, 38 and 39. You'll want to separate the end of the piston with the main leg structure at the line indicated and glue both sides together. All things being well, you can then glue on one piston onto the long exhaust, and pin the back wheel to it when its dry. One the wheel is in place, glue the other stabiliser. If all the components line up properly, then the hole in the rim of your back wheel should snugly fit into the sphere of the stabiliser on both sides.

 

 

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STEP IX: ARMING POD / SPONSON
Assemble components 33 and 34. You'll have to fiddle to add the weapons of your choice but I've made it look like my weapon is rigged to a sensor unit that controls the sponson. To make the chassis hole shallower, assemble component 17 or 18, and cut off the brackets. Attach your sensor/weapon's array. Anything else at this point is cosmetic. I've added one of the head mounted guns, and just added extra tech looking gubbins to make it look cool. The profile of the bike should look compact and fast, so I would advise against anything that makes the bike look off balance or bulky.

 

 

Now go forth and run over your enemies!

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Awesome conversions you've knocked together! I especially like Soron. Something about the Khorne bunny ears and that heavy bolter just look great.

 

And I love your bike! I saw that on reddit and saved the picture to study it and here I find it and a tutorial? Today has been a good day!

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Awesome conversions you've knocked together! I especially like Soron. Something about the Khorne bunny ears and that heavy bolter just look great.

 

And I love your bike! I saw that on reddit and saved the picture to study it and here I find it and a tutorial? Today has been a good day!

 

You're welcome! I'll be posting the bike tutorial first thing tomorow on Reddit!

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