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I have been painting up Characters for my friends to use in a RPG game of Only War. So far I have painted the SGT, Priest, Medic and Ratling sniper (Kit Bashed). They are a Penal regiment and as such a lot of the non special characters are garbed in a prison style outfit.

I am aware that these models (The Priest in Particular) is not an actual guard model...but I like him and he looks fanatical enough to be a prisoner haha

Next up is the Guardsman known as Private King and finally pictures of the units medic.

Pictures of the Team so far!

My Tech Priest for Only War

Lt Nick Rush aka Night Terrors

Nick Rush served 8 years as a member of the Catachan Shock Trooper Regiment. Hailed as a rising star of the regiment he was a crack shot and never shied away from a flurry of bullets. While on deployment against what was believed to be a death cult who had taken over a hospital, he ordered his unit to move in under the cover of night. They searched the hospital floor by floor sending half his unit down and the rest up. Constant vox communication was kept open. When he finally reached the top floor what he saw was too much for any man. The cult had dissected every patient, chopping them and skinning them alive, sewing bits of them together into some inhuman mass of body parts. Multiple heads, uncountable hands and feet....so many feet. Standing in front of an alter was a lone cultist holding a pistol in his hand. He laughed, echoing through the empty hospital before raining his pistol and firing a shot through his skull splattering his brains and spilling blood to the alter.

The mass of body parts roared to life with an unholy scream from its many mouths. His men opened fire as did he. The Vox lit up with screams of his men below being slaughtered by some unholy creature themselves. An explosion shook the hospital as one of his men detonated an explosive device below. Rush had no time to worry though as his own creature leapt towards them, seemingly unaffected by the Las hot shots being poured into its body. Three of his men fell, some trying to shoot the beast others drew their blades but to no avail. He called a retreat but only he and two others made it from the room to the hall. His demolitions expert pulled a belt of grenades pulling the pin on the middle frag and through it into the beast’s path. The explosion blew out walls and the roof but the creature kept coming.

With unholy speed it over ran the Shock Trooper with Rush devouring them and ripping them limb from limb. Unsure what was below and knowing he was more than likely the only one left he led his beast to the basement hoping the other was still contained there. He threw himself down flights of stair eventually round a corner and through a heavy door into the basement. He could hear the other creature now and knew the other was but meters behind him. He searched for a closet, some kind of small room where he could make a final stand and signal for the imperial navy above to level this building, and more than likely the entire city, to stop these creatures.

He found what he needed, the generator room. Reinforced doors and shielding. He pulled from his pack a welding attachment for his pistol, attaching it as he ran into the generator room. He could hear the beast growling at each other, almost as if they were asserting dominance like wild dogs. He sparked his pistol welding the heavy steel door closed. He completed as much as possible before the beast went silent, he knew one had won and they were coming for him again. He grabbed the vox and called into the Imperial Admiral above sending him all the data readings and recording from his armour mounted sensors, demanding he level the streets. Once the information was relayed he took cover only receiving a reply vox from the fleet saying "May the Emperor smile on your sacrifice”.

He felt the rumbles from above and felt as his vision turned to burning flashes and his ears defended to ringing, his only thought was a prayer that he survived and wish that he would die and never see a creature like that again......


When the smoke cleared Catachan forces searched the rubble for any evidence of their comrades but found none.

Three days later at a space port 100km's from the destroyed city, a lone man offered his services as a mercenary in exchange for travel to a distant world, any world. The captain noted his tattered uniform and how he clung to his tags and las pistol with a welding attachment that seemed to have overheated and welded itself in place. He accepted the man’s offer saying he was running supplied to a penal colony that was building a new world. He took the offer of destination, hoping that in the emptiness of a new world he could forget what he saw...he never did.