After building my Iron Sleet regiment, I got hit with some hard hobby ADD, as a result, my figs sat unpainted until a few days ago. The deadline helped motivate me to complete mine, even though I never actually officially entered the Invitational… You can see my original post Here.
So, here’s the photo updates:
The mist hung heavily over the fortification, everything outside the instillation dropped with condensation. The slick steel and ceramite surfaces becoming precarious. Suddenly, from the thorny Xenos forest issued a massive explosion. The installation’s outer shell ruptured with the explosion of the armor piercing munition, and suddenly the fury of the chaos gods descended on Nola Outpost.
The forces of the red corsairs have spread wide in the time since the great rift brought a sweeping darkness to half the worlds of the imperium. The exploratory fleet harbinger of innocence came upon the thorn moons entirely by accident. The presence of archaeological ruins hinted at a potential for hidden treasure, so the warlord rapidly descended on the moon with the least hardened defenses.
Companies of corrupt and perverted Leman Russes poured out of landing craft, deploying into dense trees that resembled something close barbed vines. The terrain was rough, but the threads of the tanks slowly moved them into range. As the attack began, infantry support kept the mobile fortresses rolling. It was in the misty, smoky chaos that Kydana Rovek worked, clearing debris, replacing treads, and repairing damage as return fire and aerial bombardment began to take a toll on the heretics.
Suddenly, an explosion ripped a leman Russ in the back line off the ground and sent the impressively heavy tank tumbling through the air to land square onto a chimera, crushing the tank, killing all of its occupants, and triggering a second, smaller explosion as the tanks fuel ignited.
One of the anointed, Huron Blackheart’s most effective and best equipped human soldiers, said a prayer to Slaanesh and sprinted toward the direction of the explosion. Local PDF had clearly managed to deploy a demolition team behind their lines. The nameless figure, known only by his call sign “RG329,” barked orders to the soldiers who formed the techpriest’s guard.
Deg, the sergeant of the squad, jumped to action, flanking the likely location of the saboteurs. As they charged into the dark underbrush, their heavily augmented optical systems saw heat signatures, and the sound of both plasma and auto gun fire briefly drowned out the heavy rhythmic sounds of tank guns. As the shooting abated, the men checked their kills, when suddenly another heat signature flashed into view. As the men took aim, they realized their mistake, for while they brought the assailant to the ground quickly enough, they didn’t have time to outrun the explosion from his dead-man’s trigger.
As deg awoke, ringing in his ears, he pulled himself up and realized he was still in the thorn forest, though the tanks appeared to have moved further toward the ruins. His body ached all over, burns covering much of what remained of his flesh. The tech priest Rovek stood over him, bending down to better assess the damage his modifications of the sergeant had taken.
“You are alive my child, and for that you should be grateful. Most of the men weren’t so lucky. I have my work cut out for me repairing the rest.
Unharmed, the anointed was seeing to one of deg’s men with a missing arm. They loaded the wounded into the chimera, along with anything they could salvage from the dead, and sped off toward the line of tanks closing around the fortified ruins.