Personal Log of Seravin Corr.
After much hemming and hawing, the Navy boys have deigned to allow me to keep a slate for my personal log entries. Seeing as how I’m the commander of this gakshow, it’s about time. This’ll be the first log. Nothing special for now. Pads not secured. I’ll see if one of my loyal psychopaths can encrypt it for me. Maybe Visas. She probably wouldn’t even care enough to leave herself a backdoor to snoop.
Just gotta find the right price.
Currently, we are an estimated three weeks out from another warzone. No rest for the wicked afterall. Another mudball with a toxic atmosphere, another civil war that’s anything but civil. We’ll be dropped right into the thick of it and pointed at the insurgents.
As the Emperor wills…
The dropship bucked as the toxic atmosphere of Cuthlan’s Folly raged against the hull. Corr took several deep breaths, ensuring his rig was in working order and looked around the red lit crew bay. Close to a hundred men and women surrounded him, clutching for dear life at overhead handholds as the dropship screamed through the sky. Tensions were high. And it was never good when tensions ran high among Chem-Dogs.
“Touchdown in three,” came a garbled transmission from the pilot.
Corr pressed a finger to his voxbead, broadcasting to the entire platoon at once. “Alright people, get hot!” he barked. Shaved and tattooed heads turned his way. “Some uppity dissidents thought that while the God-Emperor was busy looking elsewhere in this galaxy that they could climb out of the muck and take one of his worlds! We are going to remind them that that is an incredibly stupid idea!” A chorus of chuckles and half-hearted laughter bubbled up and quickly fell silent. “We’re going right into the middle of it! I want all your asses out of this ship and in cover within sixty seconds! After that, landers leaving to get more dogs to unleash!” A chorus of barks echoed through the hold. “Sype, get your autocannons in place and give our dogs some cover! I want to be sitting in the enemy trenches within the hour like I own the place!” The barking grew louder as the dropship’s engines whined, the sudden deceleration rocking Corr where he stood. “Get ready!” Lasguns were held tightly as all eyes locked on the front of the ship. The large ramp dropped down and the cork popped. The foetid air rushed in as lasbolts and solid ammunition pinged off the fuselage.
“Doors open,” the pilot intoned.
“Move it, Dogs!” Corr shouted, pushing the man in front of him and started the flow of soldiers moving. Someone fell almost immediately, the back of his head blown out, but Corr was out of the ship and face down in the mud several feet away before he could think much about it. Laspistol in hand he rolled onto his back gesturing to his left and right. “I said sixty seconds, Dogs!” he roared. A trooper slid up next to him, sinking a tripod into the mud as a second scuttled and deposited an autocannon on top. Within seconds the duo had the gun loaded and began spitting heavy rounds into the enemy lines, ripping wide gouges out of hastily built fortifications and causing heads to duck.
“Drop to Colonel Corr. Ready for dustoff?” the pilot’s voice crackled over his vox.
Corr craned his head side to side, watching as his men spilled from the hold. “Negative Drop. Still offloading. Need thirty seconds,” he said into his vox. “DOGS! DROP IS LEAVING! GET YOUR BOOTS ON THE GROUND NOW!” Another trooper dropped in front of him, his chest exploding in a red mist. Just a few more seconds and the dropship would be empty. An orange blossom of fire and smoke bloomed on the side of the dropship’s hull as something exploded against it.
“Drop to Colonel Corr. Taking fire. Dusting off now,” the pilot said as the dropship lifted from the mud as the last few stragglers jumped out as the ramp started to close. The body of the trooper with the blown out chest hung half in and out of the drop until the ramp closed, severing the corpse’s legs at the knees and dropping them to the mud as it banked away sharply. Someone was in for a grisly surprise when that got back to the Fortune’s Favored.
Corr rolled back onto his gut and pointed downrange as he shouted at the autocannon team next to him. “You give those bastards everything you got! I want their fortifications reduced to cheese! You hear me?” The gunner nodded, a crazed look in his eye. Satisfied, Corr scrambled to his feet and into the trenches. There was a war to fight.
xXWeaponPrimeXx wrote: As I'm sure you guys know, any new home has its fair share of problems. Mine is spiders. Big frickin' spiders. And guess what I learned about myself. I have arachnophobia. Three times now I've been minding my own business when big honkin' spiders make their presence known (once by my dining room light, once in my frickin' shoe, and one big mutha that scurried up my wall!) and each time I have freaked out and murdered it with reckless abandon!
Weapon,
If you really want a spider deterrent you could try a cat. Our Siberian loves nothing more than chasing large spiders and when he gets bored or the spider has lost too many legs he gobbles up what is left. Also happens to be hypo-allergenic as I am really allergic to cats. Only downside is the cat's desire to drink paint water...which has meant one or two sudden surprise assaults because he knows I do not want him to drink from the cup.
xXWeaponPrimeXx wrote: As I'm sure you guys know, any new home has its fair share of problems. Mine is spiders. Big frickin' spiders. And guess what I learned about myself. I have arachnophobia. Three times now I've been minding my own business when big honkin' spiders make their presence known (once by my dining room light, once in my frickin' shoe, and one big mutha that scurried up my wall!) and each time I have freaked out and murdered it with reckless abandon!
Weapon,
If you really want a spider deterrent you could try a cat. Our Siberian loves nothing more than chasing large spiders and when he gets bored or the spider has lost too many legs he gobbles up what is left. Also happens to be hypo-allergenic as I am really allergic to cats. Only downside is the cat's desire to drink paint water...which has meant one or two sudden surprise assaults because he knows I do not want him to drink from the cup.
Hope that helps,
CB
Hey Cap'n!
Thats what my sister suggested too. But I'm not really up to a pet at this time. Or... ever really. Too much upkeep and then there's the heartbreak when it passes far before I'd want it to. I still miss my last cat that died a few years back.
Since I had pest control come through, things have been nice and calm.
Oooooh boy
Are you guys ready??
Cuz here comes a HELL of an update!
Start with stuff waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back when I first came back.
BRACE YOURSELVES! 67 PHOTOS INCOMING
SO!
A long while ago I posted a picture of a certain wax sealed box. HERE are the contents!
I picked up their Shadow Hunter Prime, Heroic Commisar and Officer's Aid.
Starting off with the Hunter
I LOVE this model. Its amazing. I don't nearly have enough Eldar to play them, I just really really wanted this.
I cannot wait to paint this bad boy up! Its amazing looking!
NEXT UP! Officer's Aid!
What can I say. I love the books. Had to pick these up.
Next up, the hero of the Imperium of Mankind.
I only had 1 issue with all three models. The handle of his power sword snapped off immediately. But its super small. so, it happens, I glued it back on with no real issues.
What a lovely duo.
NEXT UP!
I picked up the Eisenhorn mini from GW. Again, because I love the books.
This, is as far as I got. For MONTHS. I didn't do anything else.
Then, I spied some things that would make AWESOME Christmas gifts. And, well, here we are.
A dragon that I will paint gold for my buddy.
And a wyvern for one of my DnD players, to represent the pet one I gave her in my campaign.
I dig the DnD wyvern mini.
The dragon is no slouch either though.
Not a gold dragon mini, but I think it will suit my needs just fine.
So, obviously, the gold dragon gets a coat of gold.
Really do love the GW gold spray. It coats like a dream.
Next, I ordered up some supplies. So while I waited for those to get shipped from a certain company in Spain. I did some work filing mold lines on the Wyvern. I didn't much care about the lines on the dragon. So they stayed.
I think it went well.
FINALLY! Supply drop arrived.
Excellent....
Time to get to work. Please disregard all the crap still on the floor. (And the disaster you can't see behind the camera)
BEHOLD! The primed wyvern.
Alright, let's see what this stuff looks like.
Kinda underwhelming to look at.
Attached the base because it was unsteady as all get out.
Aaaaaaaaaand....
Oh wow!
WOW!
Look how awesome this stuff looks!
This is only 1 coat (it says to give it ample time to dry before applying the next, so I only did the one coat tonight)
I'm going to need so many more of these paints. LOOK. AT. THIS!
So, with the wyvern set aside to dry, I picked up my new contrast paint.
And started in on the dragon's wing.
What do you think?
Oh, also I picked up some Primaris Marines for my birthday. They will be a little bit of a contrast paint experiment.
MAN it feels good to be back!
How is everyone? What do you think of my wyvern work? TALK TO ME!
It is a little hard to tell much about the wyvern as the light is so bright and the background so dark it sort of makes it look very shiny.
Looking forward to seeing your paint up the Resin Guardsmen.
Cheers,
CB
Hey there Cap'n
Sorry, the room is rather dark even with the light right there and a ceiling light behind me.
It IS very shiny. The colorshift Borealis shifts between green and purple depending on how its held. I am going to set up a photographing area when I get a chance, hopefully that will help with the images.
Captain Brown wrote: I must say that is one of the quickest basing systems I have seen. Are you going to pin the dragon's feet to the grasslands next?
Cheers,
CB
Hey Cap'n
I dunno that it can be suitably pinned. The dragon sits on a rock, but the rock is hollow. And the base lacks the thickness that warhammer bases have. I will try just super glue and see if that gives me a secure hold. If not, I will have to get creative with green stuff I think.
Just use a longer brass rod and it can go through the base, the hollow of the rock up into the dragon's feet and ankles. You can pre-drill before all the parts are glued together (so you do not need that long a bit) using a larger hole than your brass rod (to allow for the inevitable slightly mis-matched holes). Once you have done the initial super glue, slide in the brass rod with some 5 minute epoxy smeared on it and your dragon will bounce if it is dropped by your clumsy friend.
Just use a longer brass rod and it can go through the base, the hollow of the rock up into the dragon's feet and ankles. You can pre-drill before all the parts are glued together (so you do not need that long a bit) using a larger hole than your brass rod (to allow for the inevitable slightly mis-matched holes). Once you have done the initial super glue, slide in the brass rod with some 5 minute epoxy smeared on it and your dragon will bounce if it is dropped by your clumsy friend.
Cheers,
CB
I'll give it a shot. I might feel more comfortable cramming the rock full of greenstuff to give the rod more of a support medium.
Hey all
I know my updates are still very sporadic.
Rest assured I am alive and somewhat well.
While, at this exact moment, I don't have any model picks to share with you, I do have this. A commission piece I ordered from the ever talented Inkary ( https://www.deviantart.com/inkary ) of the brave and bold leader of my Savlar Chem Dogs.
So, I play in a game of Only War with some friends of mine.
I play a Tech Priest who, after interacting with a strange relic of some kind, thinks he is an ork whenever he suffers a head injury.
In our last session, we were told to assassinate an Ork Warboss. So, my character, in full 'I'm an Ork' mentality, challenged him to be the new Warboss.
Friends, the dice were on my side. I managed to nickel and dime the Warboss down while it consistently managed to miss me until at last I was victorious. I am now the leader of Ork Warband #1. I then asked them where another Ork Warboss was.
And challenged him.
Also winning once again without taking damage.
I have a full team with me just watching in awe as my scrawny Tech Priest 1v1s with Ork Warbosses.
When I challenged the next Warboss, the DM said 'You win, but you take damage.'
So... I am currently leading 3 Ork Warbands as Da Waaghpriest.