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This army has been a labor of love for the last two years, and I am very pleased to share it with you guys now that it is finally coming together.

My dial-up connection takes forever to upload pictures, so I'll share the first squad and some fluff tonight, and then upload pics of the next squad tomorrow.


Click on a pic to see a larger version.

Terminator Squad Takara



Sister Etsu



Sister Riniko



Sister Yei



Sister Miyoko





Veteran Sister Tadako






And now some Background Fluff for you guys:

“The Genestealer Organism is the most perfect weapon ever created by man or god. Rather than expending the enormous resources necessary to create an invading army, it quietly turns the resources of the target planet against itself, converting the populace, breeding an army in the dark shadows and corners, until at last the planets defenses are stripped, and the knees of its inhabitants hit the dirt and their heads are bowed in supplicance before a single invader touches the surface. While we expend decades of time and whole planets worth of resources in the hopes that a mere handful of aspirants survive the implantation process to become marines, the hive fleet has simultaneously conquered a target and created fresh invasion forces, and all it expended was but a single man-sized organism. Its only flaw is that it knows not the glory of chaos. It still foolishly takes by force that which should be pleaded for by its victims.
This day I transcend both the primitive work of the False Emperor and the primeval hunger of the hive mind! This day, I unleash my perfection.
---Fabius Bile vox recording. Source and time code unknown.





Acolyte Harrisun could not understand why his master insisted on keeping his office so unbearably dark. The double sets of hardwood doors prevented any exterior light from entering, and only the flicker from a single scented candle reached out, occasionally licking the edges of the vaulted ceiling high above. Harrisun had occasionally speculated that his master may have come from a world of perpetual darkness, like Sysenthia or Morienalla, but his Master’s tastes in both food and women had long lead him away from such conclusions. In the recent years, Harrisun had suspected that his master simply did so to keep those who entered his santuarium at unease, and had not seen any reason since to suspect otherwise.
Harrisun waited politely in the darkness, forcing his breathing to regulate itself. Despite the importance of the news he brought, he understood that it was only one of a hundred such reports his master would receive that day.
“You may begin,” his master groaned painfully from behind stacks of dusty data-slates, a disturbance of dust caught by the candlelight gave the only indication that his master still drew mortal breath.
“I believe I have located the source of the enemy reinforcements on Genivineth.”
Harrisun waited for a snort of content or a sigh of irritance, but none were made.
“Are you awaiting a negative response from me?” came the throaty reply from his master.
“Yes master,” Harrisun answered honestly, having long ago learned not to try and hide his feelings. “Both Hanora and Sir Deldai have continually received my theories with contempt.”
“And that is why neither will succeed me when I am gone,” his master asserted.
Harrisun preened for a moment. Never in all his years of service had he received something so close to a compliment as this. Feeling emboldened, he continued.
“Originally we had suspected that the Alpha Legion had been able to somehow breach the blockade, but upon further investigation we discovered that their reinforcements were coming from the planets population itself. Suits of power armor were being salvaged from the battlefield and fitted to new warriors ready to accept them. Originally we thought their total marine strength to be in the thousands, but in all likelihood, there may have been as few as two hundred suits of power armor that were recycled through as many as twenty different warriors throughout the campaign.”
Harrisun tapped a rune on his slate and transferred the data across the room. Between stacks of scrolls, the candlelight revealed a single green aged eye shaking back and forth as his master reviewed the thousands of documents and vid-clips that had played a role in this investigation.
His master moaned, as if in pain, and the small metallic appendages around his mouth clicked like insects. His augmented mind was capable of virtually projecting thousands of scenarios in mere seconds, predicting their possible consequences centuries ahead, but it did not spare him from the gravity of his decisions. Harrisun would later learn that his master had just made one of the most difficult decisions of his ancient life.
“So, you expanded your search to the surrounding sub-sector,” his master said dispassionately.
“Yes, and we found six more worlds which had been seeded. We are not sure at this time exactly how they are being delivered to the individual planets. Even with the Imperial Navy so heavily redeployed around the Cadian Gate, it would still be quite difficult, even with something significantly smaller then a corvette, to slip around without being noticed.
A long dry sigh left his master’s cracking lips. “You are thinking too narrowly, young acolyte. There are millions of refugees leaving the Cadian sector each year. It would only be necessary to insert individuals onto a single ship, and from there they would be divided and disseminated among hundreds of planets.”
Harrisun disliked being called young. He was, after all, 187, but nodded respectfully at the correction and continued. “Once the women are on a planet, they quickly pair up and bear children with the local men. They seem to display an uncanny ability to seduce males, even those already involved in highly committed pairings. Whether this is a pheromoneal or psychic ability, we are unable to say at this time, but after that first generation, the daughters born will unerringly display the attributes found most attractive by that particular planet’s culture. Again, we have no explanation for this ability at this time. They are unusually uninhibited compared to normal human females, and appear to bear and raise, if unbarred by local law, as was the case on Darwio, as many as 14 daughters every twenty years. We have no reports of them bearing sons, so we can only assume they are unable to. On Ryzin II they appeared to have bred for only four generations but there were already more then a thousand mixed into a planet’s population, more commonly among the lower classes.”
“And what knowledge do they have of their ultimate mission?” came the raspy question from the darkness of the room.
“None that we know of. They are unlike other servants of the enemy I have encountered. They are highly-intelligent, and unusually charismatic. One detachment of local guards had to be executed after they were caught aiding in the escape of one of the subjects. Until their masters arrive, they seem to have a strong subconscious predilection for forming and joining counter-culture movements, like the militant mutant-rights groups on Sullia, or the Yparah peace movements on Ardura, but otherwise think of themselves as loyal citizens of the Imperium and faithful believers in the church of the God-Emperor.
“Or perhaps your interrogation methods were simply ineffective,” his master proposed. “It is possible to modify the body to make it impervious to torture. I myself was similarly modified in my youth in the case of my capture.”
“Regardless,” Harrisun continued, “there is obviously some sort of trigger mechanism that is activated in them once the planet they live on comes under attack. We have reports of hundreds of them leaving their old lives on Salitenca IV, and without orders or leaders, engaging in highly effective gorilla tactics against local garrison forces before finally joining up with the invasion forces themselves.
“And what are their abilities once fighting is engaged?” his master asked.
“Astonishing, given their level of experience and equipment at the time,” Harrisun commented. “While they definitely lack the strength of an astartes, we have confirmed reports of them exhibiting equivalent reflexes, endurance, tolerance to toxins, and healing speed. We have one report indicating that their pain threshold may indeed be far higher then a male astartes, but we would need much more data to confirm that. Until they are fitted with the neuro sensors and transfusion points needed for power armor, they are externally indistinguishable from regular local human females. Only sophisticated medi-augers or an internal autopsy can expose them.”
“And that is his trap,” his master said between strained coughs.
Harrisun paused and tried to understand his master through the darkness.
“I don’t understand, my master,” Harrisun said smartly. “We have a simple way to root them out. Is that not a flaw in his plan? How could that be a trap?”
A sound came out of his master that Harrisun had never heard before. It was long, and repeating, like the sound of a hand lightly beating against someone’s throat. After a moment, he realized that it was laughter.
“My dear acolyte,” his master finally said after a moment of heavy breathing, “You have never met Abbadon in person, so I will forgive you for misjudging his level of thinking. He is not so shallow as you.”
“And you have?” Harrisun asked aloud, his question only met by damning silence.
“Has your team estimated the cost of such a venture?” his master asked venomously. “An hundred thousand worlds within reach of the eye and the refugees that have fled from it, and another fifty thousand within short travel from them. To mount such a search and purge would rival the mobilization during the age of strife. Abbadon tempts us to bleed ourselves dry, divert enough resources away from the eye to allow him to break the Cadian Gate completely.”
“Certainly the cost of inaction is greater then the cost of action,” Harrisun interjected hesitantly, “Left unchecked, their numbers would grow exponentially. In another five generations on Ardura, they’ll outnumber the natural population. And that’s only if they remained in a few places. They could travel as pilgrims, spreading to countless other worlds. We must have a response, master.”
“Take your report and burn it,” his master commanded. “And send in the next acolyte as you leave.”
Harrisun turned quietly and walked out of the darkness, the aged wooden door creaking closed behind him.




More Pics and fluff to come.

after seeing the rest of your work, this is showing your lack of social life very cleary.

by the way, you might want to credit the painter.

I could see it on power armor, but bewbs on Tactical Dreadnought Armor?

Very impresive models

Ahtman wrote:I could see it on power armor, but bewbs on Tactical Dreadnought Armor?

That actually ran through my mind... well the girl must be stacked like a porn star

Boobs on power armour, let alone terminator armour, are ridiculously silly. I'm justifying these in my mind by them not actually being form-fitting (no woman can be that big and still have a functional spine) but as a superficial exterior decoration intended to make clear to all of Fabius Bile's rivals that he's created an affront to the Emperor's gene seed technology, doing what has been routinely claimed was impossible- a female space marine. And as long as that's in my mind, I think they work quite well.

The execution is quite good on these, but if they are reusing armour taken from casualties shouldn't they show some signs of hasty repair?

Love the fluff, really well written (although I admit I had to laugh at 'Gorilla' tactics, rather than 'Guerilla'. I had visions of your neophytes swinging throught the trees Tarzan style!)

i will say i like painitng style and modelling is impressive...

sorry to say i can never accept female marines Ever....

That fluff is awesome, eagerly awaiting more!

Ahtman wrote:I could see it on power armor, but bewbs on Tactical Dreadnought Armor?

I remember the WIP for the power and terminator armors, and I gotta say I really like the termi babes more.

These really came out for you Doc, excellent work. Great paint and (like I said) I like the termi->chick design. Just curious about the armament, didn't think loyalists could get all those weird weapon combos and combi-weapons.

- Salvage

Looking great so far

I really like how they came out too. Who knows, they probably are stacked like porn stars given their ability to seduce men and their presumably extra tough spinal columns

I might point out that women are inferior to men for purposes of rapid breeding if looking to spread genetics, but if that is what is required to have these power armor girls, I will take it!

Thanks for the kind words guys.

JOHIRA wrote:I'm justifying these in my mind by them not actually being form-fitting (no woman can be that big and still have a functional spine) but as a superficial exterior decoration

They eat a lot of meat.

No, I'm just kidding. Like you say, the breast armor is decorative, like the way the romans made their chest plates to look like pectoral muscles.

The execution is quite good on these, but if they are reusing armour taken from casualties shouldn't they show some signs of hasty repair?

Good point. I tried that, but was never able to really pull that off in a way I was wholly satisfied with.

Just curious about the armament, didn't think loyalists could get all those weird weapon combos and combi-weapons.

I use Space Wolf rules.

Okay, you guys asked for it and here it is:
I've made a tutorial on how to do a quick and easy Female Space Marine. This is designed so that anyone can do it, regardless of your level of experience with green stuff, and takes about 5 minutes to do. All of what you are about to see I did in less then 5 minutes, and that includes picture taking time.

Click on a thumbnail for larger pics.

I am using the robed bodies from the Dark Angel Veteran Upgrade Sprue for two reasons:
1) Robes are a million times easier to sculpt then armor.
2) A pair of the Dark Angel Veteran sprues can be bought off the USGW online store for $20.00, giving you enough parts to make ten robed bodies (plus a whole bunch of other stuff) That is $2.00 per robed marine, which is an incredible deal.


First make yourself a ball of green stuff. (Keep your fingers and tools wet at ALL times or the green stuff will stick to it) Tomake robes you'll want to work with it fresh after mixing, when it is the most soft.


Create a fat sausage of it and lay it down across the chest. You'll want to make sure it is centered and the same thickness on each side so that the breasts don't come out lopsided.


Use your sculpting tool to pull the edges towards the belt, neck, and shoulder. You want it thin at the edges so that there won't be am obvious line where the green stuff ends.


Use the handle to seperate the breasts, and pull the extra material towards the edges like before.


Use your wet fingers and a light touch to smooth everything out and make sure that nothing is lopsided or drooping.


Now take your sculpting tool and create the little wrinkles in the cloth. The wrinkles will occur mostly on the sides and underneath. Start on the inside and pull outwards so that the green stuff blends into the torso at the edges.



Now you can glue the rest of the model together, but make sure not to touch the green stuff as you do it. It takes about three hours to fully cure. Never glue on the backpack until after you have finished painting.

Here she is, ready to smite whatever you need smitten.

Okay, got the next two Terminator Squads to show off.
As before, click on the pics to see a larger version.

First up, Terminator Squad Hisa



Veteran Sister Ayame



Sister Kaede



Sister Machiko



Sister Miine



Sister Nami






Then we have Treminator Squad Rinako



Sister Tori



Sister Yayoi



Veteran Sister Takako



Sister Suma



Sister Shoko




Stay tuned for more updates. I should have pics of the Power Armored Marinettes early next week.

Spiderman + Boobs on trannys.

Where is Iorek??

At a transvestite Comic book conventions I suppose.

I've enjoyed the figs and the only constructive criticism I have is that you need to find a way to make the webbing thinner on the shoulders/powerfists/ect. The lines are to thick at the moment I think, they should be more stringy. Easier said then done I know, but still.

Continuing to be impressive, just x3 now.

The power armor boob-sculpt I'm less sold on, but then again I've always liked your termies more. You still have more of those termi chest pieces around?

- Salvage

I remeber this from the WIP thread. Looking great. The aesthetics are awesome. I agree with Ahtman about trying to make the webbing thinner... though that may not be practical.

Keep up the good work.

ender502

So... is this one your squad missile launcher then?




Seriously, though, your modeling is great, but I am just not buying female marines, self-fluff or not. I also second the earlier comment about 'breast armor' on power armor and Termie armor. Great execution, not so great idea.



Ghidorah

Okay, I got some more blackground fluff for you guys, as well as a fantasic illustration done by Goatboy.

Enjoy.



INDEX ASTARTES: THE BLACK WIDOWS
+Further to your order (AF/992.D5532674/058666.M41/9283) I have transferred this final copy of my analysis prior to Epsilon-level data purge, including hard copies and original source materials.
Index Astartes Entry 89F41699.D2941

THE BLACK WIDOWS

Seeding Stage:
This broad category covers the time period when Black Widows are first introduced onto a target world. The exact methods and dates are cause for significant wasteful speculation amongst my staff, but most reverse-predictions based on infestation levels point to a general time period beginning as early as 75 years prior to the 13th black crusade. Covert planet-drops would leave behind landing craft remains and residual landing-site ion evidence, and victims of human-trafficking normally undergo medical inquiries sufficient enough to reveal a widow for what she is. Indeed, it is the lack of evidence in this area that we find most disturbing, and pray for The Emperor’s light to bring this sin to comprehension.
Widows quickly breed with men from the local population. Normally they remain in the lower castes of society, where larger families are commonplace and the chances for detection are minimal, but occasionally one will seek out and seduce a man of particular importance on that world, a magistrate or an admiral. When this happens it is particularly troublesome because it compromises the world’s security at very high levels, and if left undiscovered on worlds with hereditary titles, can even lead to the planetary leaders themselves being descendants of a Widow.
Before they awaken, Widows display no knowledge of their inhuman nature and dark purpose. They are normally faithful members of The Church of the Emperor, and accounted as being hard-working and diligent parents.
Awakening Stage:
Although the mechanism behind it is not understood, when an infected world comes under attack by chaos forces, Black Widows will leave their families and workplace and begin an aggressive and devastating guerilla campaign against the world’s defenders. Depending on the level of infestation, this can vary between light to heavy raiding all the way to complete revolt and planet-wide chaos, as was the case on Falcurno. Their intimate knowledge of local cities, terrain, and populace, allows them to strike strategic targets with devastating effect. Prime among their initial targets will be weapons and ammunition caches to arm themselves more heavily, which is occasionally made simple if some of their number were formally part of the planetary defense force, using their authority to infiltrate such installations with greater ease.
Upon meeting up with the chaos invasion forces, they begin acting as advisors, leading small raiding parties and providing priceless information about terrain and defensive layouts. If their numbers are high enough, they will be organized into their own armed forces, utilizing whatever weapons and armor they can acquire. When suits of Power Armor become available due to casualties, both friendly and enemy, the plug-in points for The Widow’s Black Carapace are completed, providing a large and eager pool of recipients to don the armor as soon as it becomes available. Thus Black Widow fighting formations slowly evolve over time from what would be comparable to a planetary defense regiment into a fully-equipped marine force. Normally this takes place rather slowly, even over the course of several campaigns, but occasionally power armored suits are specifically provided to the Widows by the Dark Mechanicus.
Final Stage:
Once a group of Widows reaches the final stage of its maturity, they will be a full-fledged chaos marine force. Battle-hardened and fully-equipped, they will form their own command structure and become somewhat autonomous from the legion they originally joined. Black Widows are known to capture the finest of the enemy soldiers they fight against, using them as breeders to create the next generation of super-human warriors. Black Widow armies tend to be rather small compared to other legions, but occasionally several smaller groups will find each other and merge into a much larger force.

Combat Doctrine:
“When we move left they hit out right, when we move right they hit our left. They flow around us like water leaving us to shoot at shadows, all the while sapping our strength and will to fight.”
–Unattributed vox recording from Taroi.
Black Widows grow more sophisticated as their equipment and armor improves during their development stages, but they never abandon the guerilla style warefare they begin once they have awoken. Black Widows are slow and methodical, using elaborate feints and dozens of coordinated raids in collusion. Small groups will engage the enemy, using stealth to infiltrate a position and launching a devastating attack at close range, then withdrawing before enemy forces can coordinate a proper defense. Enemy forces sent to pursue them as they withdraw are drawn into carefully laid ambush points, usually accompanied by remote-detonated radiation minefields or plague-ridden punji pits. Dozens of such raids will be used to draw enemy reserves away from the Widow’s actual target. Only once a target is sufficiently exposed will the Widows attack it.
Lightning raids and orbital insertions against enemy communications grids, munitions and arms manufactorium, power network nodes, water purification installations, and ration caches are all preferred targets. In the final stages before an all-out attack, The Black Widows will begin an elaborate pattern of shelling and raiding, designed to force their enemy to constantly fight or redeploy, denying them rest or relief and depleting their remaining ammunition reserves. The effect of these days without food or sleep is a complete collapse of enemy morale.
Only once an enemy is depleted of food water and ammunition, cutoff from communications, and exhausted from ceaseless raids, will The Widows finally attack. When they do finally strike, Widows use overwhelming force, attempting to shock their besieged opponents into a quick surrender. Where possible, this is accomplished by allied chaos forces, as The Widows have no qualms in sacrificing their allies to achieve victory.
Black Widows never voluntarily attack an enemy able to withstand them. When fighting alongside other chaos forces whose sense of martial pride demands an all-out attack, The Black Widows will use the opportunity to attack enemy installations left lightly defended as the chaos advance is countered.
Unlike many forces of Chaos, Widows prefer to take their enemies alive, and while there is no current explanation for this phenomenon, we have unconfirmed reports from Taroi and Ganatas of enormous burial mounds filled with husks drained of all bodily fluid.
Black Widows normally eschew the Dreadclaw Lander used by other chaos forces, preferring the Epsilon Mark VIII Pattern Drop Pod, which is normally associated with loyal astartes forces. The source of these pods is unknown, but we have several confirmed vid-logs of Widow’s Drop Pods each trailing a single silver strand of monofilament wire behind them as they descend to a planet from orbiting spacecraft. What purpose or function this strand serves we cannot say at this time.
Most unusually, Widows have been shown on several occasions a willingness to enter battle without their armor in order to infiltrate a target. On Ganatas a group of twenty Widows masqueraded as traveling gypsies, and used contacts within the gypsy black market to enter the lower hive city through secret underwater entrances. On Alucant, several Widows in civilian clothing managed to mix themselves in among hundreds of refugees being shuttled from the surface up to the remaining orbital defense bastion.

Beliefs:
Reports of sexual debauchery among The Black Widows are commonplace, but no definitive link has been established to Slaanesh worship. In fact, there are no accounts at this time of The Black Widows making any kind of gesture to the Dark Gods whatsoever. They do not fight for honor or glory or to gain the praise of a precocious deity. They fight because it is their nature to do so, and because it pleases them. They do what they were created to do. Still, they retain their memories from the life they had prior to their awakening, and it causes them great pain in moments of solitude, like a splinter in their minds. This guilt leads them to be extremely active between campaigns. Widows personalize and adorn their armor, and engage in riotous entertainment, anything to numb them to the shame of the people they betrayed and the life they once had.
Every Widow must eventually come to terms with their status in the universe. They are monsters. Damned souls, created by evil hands and flooded by the darkness of the void before they were even born. Inhuman, immoral, irredeemable. For some, they eventually come to embrace their inhuman nature and wallow in the debauchery the universe offers. For others, they seek death in battle to end their misery. For still others, there are whispers of Widows falling upon their own swords rather than countenance the depths of their damnation.

Geneseed:
It is quite likely that The Black Widows geneseed was originally developed from Alpha Legion stock, although this conclusion is based almost entirely on circumstantial evidence. Black Widow infestations on Imperial worlds have been followed by attacks including Alpha Legion forces at least 76.2% of instances, which could indicate a close working relationship between the two.
During our examination of a partial-corpse that was obtained from a failed raid on Listening Post Pan-9T420.259 (see attached file and photos ref. #3A54808GG464) High-Priest Duvanilite of the Mechanicus commented during the autopsy that the additional internal organs displayed a genetic neutrality that was similar to the Primogenitor geneseed, or what he called “original geneseed.” The following day High-Priest Duvanilite was aggressively reassigned to another sector, and all attempts to locate his current assignment have gone unanswered, so I am unable to provide further details at this time.
Black Widows lack Phase 3 and 18 Implants. Phase 3, Biscopea, stimulates muscle tissue growth, which is why Black Widows are no physically stronger then normal human females. They are therefore, perhaps intentionally, externally indistinguishable from normal human females. Phase 18, Progenoids, are the implants by which geneseed zygotes are normally harvested. Black Widows are able to pass on, through an unidentified process, their modifications to their female offspring.

Battlecry:
“The Thirst of Drak’Nal has come!” (it is unknown what this refers to)

++End transmission++

I'm not a huge fan of the fluff, but I like the models you've made.

Okay, you guys asked for it and here it is:
I've made a tutorial on how to do a quick and easy Female Space Marine. This is designed so that anyone can do it, regardless of your level of experience with green stuff, and takes about 5 minutes to do. All of what you are about to see I did in less then 5 minutes, and that includes picture taking time.

i can't believe i just read a tutorial on how to model breasts out of green stuff

I love the termies, but that power armor one is not nearly as good. She's just Too stacked.

Dude! A few fins on those puppies and a mohawk and you could have Tank Girl (who, incidentally, could kick all those femmarine's asses)!








Ghidorah

What? No nipples? Even batman cares about chafing those.

Okay, I've got two more excellent illustrations by Goatboy and two more pieces of fluff for you guys to check out. I'm currently gathering together enough fluff and pics to make a Codex: Black Widows to print out. I think that will be really fun for people at the LAGD to be able to pick up a codex to go along with the army.



Incoming Message.....
Transmitter - Station Oriationem 8A57H10-Omicron-5B-Theta…
Receiver – Station Audentia 83645-12B…
Author identified as Senior Santicas Genetor Harkoy…
Beginning Audio Feed…
Beginning Video Feed…
Beginning Holo Feed…
Displaying now…

Puertia Class Autopsy Report #93472-J.40
Ardura Primus-Steiermark-Polizeirevier Sechste
15/09/11668

1930 Local Standard Time: Subject corpse delivered under attendant polizei guard operating under Lentus clearance 234.754-H. Subjects clothing and gear removed with some difficulty due to cauterized blood around torsal wounds and delivered to Junior Santicas Joseph Kileman for examination. (Reference #93472-J.43 examination report) 1 (one) set of civilian clothes; 1 (one) mesh-material under-suit, materials identified as local make normally issued to standing guard, small power-supply unit, heavily damaged during removal process; 2 (two) pistols, make and design identified as autobaugn reuger 22’s; 17 (seventeen) pieces of jewelry and personal artifacts discovered, among them imperial dog tags from private Fraun Ultren. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D beginning tabulae search but cautions that complete search of all imperial worlds will require 14.66 standard years without further search refinements.

2010 LST: Initial visual investigation leaves no doubt to the cause of death. Subject suffered complete circulatory-system failure, consistent with the reported method of termination, having received a direct hit from a Triplex Pattern Plasma Gun during a peace demonstration, burning a hole .32 meters into the chest cavity, destroying the primary heart, and the left ventricle of the secondary heart, and cauterizing the primary lobe arteries. Presence of secondary heart in female frame indicates high-functioning levels of mutation, mandating a Secunduas-level internal autopsy to follow.

2014 LST: Subjects vital statistics measured as follows: Height: 6’2”, (93rd percentile for standard human female), weight 168 pounds, hair color black-22. Eye color, green-16. Spectral analysis indicates hair and skin pigmentation with altering bio-dermal compounds normally associated with the Melanochrome gland found in adeptus astartes. Mammory glands noted to be unusually large for frame (89th percentile for standard human female). Singular example of ritualistic scarring consistent with the Yparah peace-movement detected. Large symbol discovered on the back of subject’s neck, bearing unidentified markings. Unable to determine if mark is brand or tattoo. No other scars or birthmarks noted. Fingernails, Toenails, and face of subject were painted with various pigmentations to alter their color. Data Servitor 823.X53 could not correlate colors and patterns to any known cult, but suggests a 91% possibility that the markings are linked to Arduran courtship and dance customs. Skin type 2-C showing a consistent tone with no blemishes. Subject appears to lack body hair except for head and eyebrows. Epidermal analysis indicates that hair growth appears to have been deactivated at the cellular level. No explanation currently available.

2039 LST: The chest cavity proved difficult to open, requiring the strength of two Servitors with Tygor pattern servo-meds. Ribcage displayed ossification and inter-laced bone plates consistent with Ossmodula organ modifications, but required 28% less force then standard, possibly due to smaller frame. Remnants of secondary heart indicate reduced capacity and size, again, possibly due to smaller chest cavity. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D calculates 71% probability that secondary heart acts merely as a supplement to primary heart, and would be unable to sustain sufficient diastolic pressure independently.

2210 LST: Examination of internal organs progressing. Unable to locate anticipated scarring, internal or external, from implantation of additional organs. Biscopea not present, which is consistent with muscle mass and distribution, both of which are within normal human ranges. Both Preomnor and Multi-Lung exist not as separate organs, but as integrated chambers of stomache and lung respectively. Both Progenoid Glands completely absent, and appear to have never existed, meaning that there would be no way to harvest gene-seed from subject and create additional ones. If more abominations like this one, cannot be created, this would indicate a finite threat.

2341 LST: Skull has been opened and examination progressing. Catalepsean Node and Sus-an Membrane are completely integrated into surrounding tissues. Genetic sampling indicates lack of genetic neutrality. Datum Servitor Y3.64-D calculates 82.1% probability that additional organs present since birth or possibly conception, but offers no explanation on how such a thing could be achieved. Lyman’s Ear also shows lack of scarring nor shows genetic neutrality, and appears to be the natural inner ear developed from conception.
Occulobe organ appears to be heavily altered and presents itself as a large hemispherical organ integrated directly onto the brain’s sensory centers. Effect unknown, although Data Servitor 495.X43 noted an unusual distribution of the different regions of the subject’s brain. The subject’s brain’s pleasure center is approximately 38% larger then in found in standard human females, and has far more connections to the sensory areas of the brain then is normal.

2417 LST: Servus M-433.S reports completion of genetic analysis. Analysis indicates that subject is genetically female, making possibility of surgical alteration now .2%. Serves reports heavy presence of non-mamillian chromosomal sequences and possible presence of fifth base pair. Servus M-433.S deactivated and scheduled for incineration to prevent possible taint of witchcraft. Servus M-317.S tasked with repeating genetic sequencing to verify findings. Station Oriationem instructed to stand by to relay verified findings to Inquisitional Center at Pars-Oriens Datatarium (Reference # 93472-J.41)

0116 LST: Epidural layers on torso have been peeled back, revealing the presence of invasive neural bundles consistent with Black Carapace organ. However, no neural sensors or transfusion points have been fitted, masking it’s presence until now. Without plug-in points the implant serves no purpose, leading to speculation if plug-in points were intended to be fitted at some future time. Data Servitor 823.X53 observes that without the plug-in points, there is no external variation between subject and a normal human female.

0122 LST: Servus M-494.T reports completion of blood analysis. No sign of viral, bacteriological or toxicological contamination has been detected, and the hormonal patterns are only marginally consistent with standard human female, with estrogen and glycogen 23% higher then normal, and three unknown hormonal types present, making possibility of surgical alteration now .005%. Levels of HCG, Human Corionic Gonadotine detected, indicating pregnancy.

0235 LST: Opening of uterus revealed unborn fetus, which appears to have died some short time after the subject. Calcium dating and cellular differentiation indicate that the fetus has been developing for eight weeks. This is inconsistent with visual examinations, which place the fetus well into the second trimester. Servus M-494.T estimates 4 month gestation period, but unable to confirm with available data.

0251 LST: Internal autopsy of fetus has revealed presence of additional organs in development, patterns identical to the mother subject. Rather than being implanted, they seems to have been hard-wired into the genetic code, although no known craft could achieve such a thing. It is highly inappropriate for me to inject personal commentary into this report, but for the sheer shock in which I find myself I feel I must. By The God-Emperor this creature is abhorrent to me, and I cannot in good faith proceed without fear of tainting my own soul. It makes my skin crawl just to look at it, and my soul shakes to consider the purpose of such a thing. I am ordering a hault to this autopsy, and will contact my superiors at…

Message feed interrupt.....
Transmitter - Station Inquisit-J25321 666 Location blocked…
Message redirect without tracer authorized – Clearance Level Ultraviolet…
Immediate execution by lethal weapons fire of Senior Santicas Genetor Harkoy and attendant staff commanded of attendant polizei guard…
Subject corpse and attendant Servitors to be placed in stasis immediately until further notice.
Puertia Class AutopsyReport #93472-J.40 No longer found
Transmission Ends…





Lord Ustin Michka had only two regrets in his life. The first was that in his youth, he was possessed of an unquenchable ambition. He wanted power. Not the meaningless power that his peers sought, the kind of power that enjoys titles and ceremony, but real power. The power to make decisions that affect the lives of trillions of people. He wanted the power to guide the course of humanity, and change it for the better. He wanted the power to triumph over the enemies of the Imperium, and keep safe the lives of its citizens. This ambition had lead him to create many alliances with questionable individuals over the years, and had lead him to break many promises to people of integrity.
His second regret was that he had achieved his goals. In front of him lay an incredibly detailed three-dimensional map of Segmentum Ultima, which covered a large portion of the northern part of the galaxy. More than three-hundred-thousand inhabited planets, united under a single banner of The Emperor.
Without asking leave, Ustin’s attaché Miskyla Valkashin entered the room. There was no need to stand on ceremony when it was just the two of them. Ustin trusted her completely, and added a third regret to his mind. After so many years sharing duty and bed, he should have taken her to wife long ago. Miskyla did not know that Ustin had already appointed her as his successor, instead of that idiot Valkiev, but it was doubtful that anything would be different between them if she knew, for in addition to her stunning beauty, she had a mind like a razor, partnered with a terrible patience, which Ustin knew would make her a very dangerous leader for anyone to contend with.
A saucer of rassolnik stew was placed down along with a shot glass of uralite vodka, which would go un-drunk, just like all of the others. In his youth, Ustin had been a heavy drinker, but now he could not touch the stuff. He needed both eyes open to make the decisions that were his burden to make. Ustin took in a few spoonfuls of the hearty stew, before pushing the bowl away from him. He could not remember the last time he’d had an appetite.
In a recess built into the floor, sat a ring of mysterious figures, hooded and cloaked. Wires and cables spilled out from where their arms should have been, connecting to the base of the projector which created the display in front of Ustin and Miskyla. Some of the higher-ranking members of the cult of the machine, who had voluntarily given up their humanity to become the most perfect expression of their faith. Cyberneticly altered to such a huge degree that their will had been completely swallowed up in their function. In fulfillment of ancient oaths, they served Ustin as they had his successors, as the core of his intelligence network. Their minds touched every ghost of the Machine God, on every planet under his supervision. Their eyes saw through every machine-eye and auger on countless worlds, and their minds perceived every message and command.
Ustin had ordered them hooded and cloaked, for they were horrible to look upon, with cables and machinery bursting forth from grey necrotic flesh, and small clicking mechanical mandibles which twitched and flexed grotesquely with a will all of their own.
With a simple command, the projection spread and passed around Ustin and Miskyla as it enlarged, highlighting the center of the Tyrant Cordon, where the fighting was most fierce. The latest reports from Tridia indicated that Gual’Du’Har’s Legionnaires controlled nearly sixty percent of the surface, and nearby Ural was faring no better. The battle for the space lanes over Tridia, which had been the only part of the campaign going well for them, had been reversed by the arrival of several Ork fleets.
Ustin wished that he could go back in time and speak with himself as a young man. There was no glamour in command. There was no glory or honor. To be in command is to be a butcher, not of the enemy, but of your own men. To be in command is to send men to their death, and it was not something that anyone should aspire to achieve. It was a horrible numbers game. You kill ten men, in the hopes that it will save twenty, but it does not change the fact that you are the one sending those ten to die. Trade a thousand lives to save a billion and you are a hero…to everyone except the thousand that die, that is.
“Battle group Omera is to disengage from Ural immediately, and reinforce Battlegroup Nepena at Tridia,” Ustin commanded, with some difficulty.
“Estimate complete loss of Ural system within sixteen days of Battlegroup withdrawal,” came the cold reply from a priest.
“Execute,” Ustin ordered coarsely. The decision was wrenching, but he had to make a dozen such decisions each and every day. This decision, in particular, had been acutely difficult. If he did nothing, both systems would be destroyed, but Ural was his homeland, and most of his family still lived there. Ustin put his aged hands up to his face. He would kill every man, woman, and child on Ural, in the hope of saving Tridia, which was, unfortunately, more important strategically.
“I am a butcher,” he said as he thought about his nieces and nephews. At that moment they were probably playing in the backyard of his brother’s estate in the nekov mountains, blissfully unaware that their uncle had just condemned them to die, or worse.
Ustin felt a pain in his chest, but it was not brought on by the burden of his office. He clutched feebly at his heart and doubled over in pain. He moved to scream, but his throat was on fire, and he could barely squeak out a whisper.
“Miskyla…Valkiev…anybody, please call an apotheacry in here,” he choked out.
“I’m afraid Mister Valkiev has been dead for some time now,” came the cold reply from the woman standing over him.
Ustin tried to reach out to tap the control runes on his console, but his strength gave out and he fell out of his chair to the ground, knocking over the bowl of stew that she had brought in.
His vision blurring with pain, Ustin could feel his heart stop beating. As he lay there dying, he could only watch helplessly as Miskyla lowered herself down into the recess with the machine priests. Pulling out a small ceramic dagger, the woman began cutting the cables and tubes coming out from their backs, one by one. The priests could do nothing to defend themselves, their decaying bodies having lost the ability to move centuries before. With their nourishment cut off, the clicking of their mandibles became slower and slower, and then finally stopped.
The projection of the Tyrant Cordon flickered a few times before dying, and the room went dark.

The artwork isn't bad, the fluff isn't the worst, but gott verdammt! Why with the breasts? armor functionality for women is not going to change unless their breasts are massively dispreportionate to the size of their body and bone structure.

Perhaps you should read the other users' posts...

Mekboy wrote:Perhaps you should read the other users' posts...

Oh but I did. I was just reiterating for Thunder's sake.