Formerly of the III Legion, 'Emperor's Children', Asceton Heavy Support Squad
‘Pyre, bless them with a raging inferno.' – Warleader Cerberak, Priority Alpha Command Data Spool Inload
'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.
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….
Edited by Nineswords, 19 May 2019 - 03:01 PM.