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After a month and a half of researching other =I= Munda blogs by Migsula et al, Xan, and Anodyr, I've finally gotten enough support and material to begin the long and dark road to full-fledged games. The writing team for this blog and main gangs (for now... meeting this Saturday to sell concepts to 4 other players) will be myself with my own Inquisitor team of Inq. Darius Veran and his retinue of "I-Men", my cousin/new dakka member Zakkennaya123 and his Inquisitor band, as well as a xenos-loving Inquisitor plus retinue/ considering Rogue Trader and team who *AHEM* has not joined our cult, er, community..

We've all been hard at work gathering materials, making solid backgrounds for our teams, and working out the scenarios. It's all pretty new, and this is definitely taking our gaming, modelling, and imagination to the limits and beyond.

The gaming will come MUCH later, sorry to say, as we're starting from zero after a negative on our search for our existing Necro terrain. All of it will have to be made from scratch. It'll be a pretty pure P&M in the very beginning, with some fluff/short stories on our guys, and of course, PICTURES.

Thank you, Dakka Community, for inspiring the hobby- and a big shoutout to Migs et al, Xan, and Anodyr for providing us with with a start to this grand adventure!

So, without further ado, please enjoy your time here, and as always, constructive critiques/comments, and contributing ideas are always welcome! The title is tentative, until I get the other minds to agree on a non-biased "appropriate" title...

It Takes One to Know One - The Origins of Darius Veran by HF Izanagi

The short-range stealth-transport Raven's Claw cut silently through the blackness of the stars through Segmentum Pacificus, leaving a faint blue ion trail. Onboard, the steady vibrations of the engine created a gentle thrum- one that Veran found soothing, especially considering what he had just gone through within the past 48 Terran hours. He stared out of the portside observation window, contemplating what had come to pass and how he had been reduced to nothing more than a lapdog... "Inquisitor Darius Veran, to you..." Veran mused silently, "my mistake." smiling bitterly.

A liquid blue shadow steadily made its way through the overhead piping and rafters before flipping down silently behind him, several paces back. The movement in the reflection did not escape him.

"Agent Wagner... do that again, and I'll put a bullet through that accursed skull of yours... freak." Veran hissed venomously. The agent stood to her full height, a full head shorter than Veran, and draped in a black pieced-together armor suit. She released the grip on the sword strapped to her back, her spaded tail swishing back and forth like an entranced-cobra, a nonchalant smile on her face. Without the blue tint of her skin, Darius mused that she would have been a beauty, cursed to share that attribute with xenos-like traits.

"It takes one to know one... Inquisitor." Wagner spat back confidently with a smile, "So, why in the Emperor's name are we heading towards Jucha?" She strode next to the Inquisitor, not making eye contact. Instead, she chose to stare through the portal and let space take her.

"Orders." Inquisitor Veran replied curtly. Focusing on the stars, the hum of ship died, and had she tried to continue, he would not have heard his companion in his reverie.

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With the blessing and courage befitting a leader of the Guard, we present this medal to commemorate Darius Veran, for exemplary performance and graduation with honors from the Imperial Academy.

Darius Veran, age 22, had just graduated as one of the top 10 students in his class of thousands. And by top 10, it meant that he was the best of the best, having achieved identical scores and accolades as the other 9 hopefuls. He would enter the ranks of the Guard at a much higher position, and his family's influence would send him straight towards intelligence or at the very least, a position as a soon-to-be Commissar, given his academic records. His family's name, his honor, and his life was set. He could not have asked for a better way to begin his adult life. He was on his way to a celebration, no doubt lavish, thrown by his parents to commemorate this day. His parents had sent for him in a deluxe transport vehicle, a hybrid limo-APC that outdid the interior of all the rest of the Veran personal transports, if such a thing was possible.

"Master Darius, you have a private message coming to you on the com... securing line... privacy measures up... " his bodyguard/servitor droned as the glass on the transport tinted and the partition came up and obscured the driver.

"Answer." Darius sighed, knowing instinctively it was probably his parents, congratulating him and probably ready to give him keys to his own house somewhere in the northwestern spire sector.

"Greetings, Darius, and congratulations on your graduation." - the man on the opposite end was swathed in shadow, but from the contours was bald and dressed in a heavy robe. The one thing that caught his eye was a heavy-link chain draped on his neck- and below that a symbol of office- the Holy Inquisition.

"You honor me, Inquisitor, though you catch me off guard... I do not have the pleasure of your aquaintance..." Darius said amicably, hoping that he hid his anxiety well enough.

"You shall know me soon enough, but as you may have already deduced, I represent the Order of the Inquisition. I realize that you are probably on your way to a celebration to honor you and your achievements..." the Inquisitor said, his voice deep and sonorous "but a small matter has come to my attention... and desire an audience with you... immediately."

This time, Darius could not hide his wince. The Inquisition... a small matter... his mind was processing any and everything he had said in the past 6 months that would incriminate him in any way, shape or form.

"Your servitor has already been uplinked with the coordinates. You will be shown in to the facilities, and all we ask is that you surrender all arms at the door or leave them in your vehicle." the inquisitor continued, "Thank you, for your time."

Moments later, they arrived at the illustrious spire office of the Inquisition. The building stood like an ivory spear amongst the darkened steel somber buildings that surrounded it. The effect was lost on Darius, however, as he was ushered into the building silently by armed guards and servitors.

Darius was brought to the end of a hall, and golden doors swung open to receive him, and shut strongly behind. He strode into a circular room. It was a place of observation and judgement. A circular black/green marble floor stamped with the skull and =I= symbol, it was an auditorium with a raised, gilded-gold ring, and throne-like seats swathed in shadow to obscure the occupants. His eyes adjusted quickly and found the inquisitor he had spoken to, sitting in the centermost chair, features still as hidden as when he had recieved the transmit.

"Darius Veran, thank you for joining me today." the Inquisitor said, "My name is Augustus Falk- Inquisition Ordo Hereticus."

Darius bowed stiffly. Hereticus, rooting out treason, heresy, witches... mutations... he knew he was beginning to sweat- and he would be willing to bet his life any sane man would do the same in this same situation. His mind raced as he tried to find out exactly what reason they could possibly have for summoning him in a closed council.

As if of cue, Falk leaned forward and steepled his deeply veined hands in front of his face. His smooth pale head, deadened steel eyes and long aquilline nose made him very much a vulture: vicious-looking and deadly serious. He regarded Darius as a bird of prey would- cold and calculating. The inquisitor's eyes rolled back and showed white as he linked into the Inquisition database.

"Darius Veran, age 22, of the illustrious Veran family- your great-grandfather, Roma Veran, also graduated Academy honors, made his name in the spice trade, provided necessary transport during the most recent greenskin invasion into our sector, " Falk listed as he dictated the records linked to his implants, "Father, Cyril and mother Lynn... father has expanded the transport company to now include arms manufacture and transport... yours is one of the most wealthy families on this planet... have always supported the arts and the Academy..." Falk continued.

Darius coughed, abruptly stopping the inquistor. "I am in awe, but... I must ask... what is the nature of this meeting, Milord Falk?" he said, praying to anyone or anything that would listen, that they had not found anything incriminating.

"Ah, my apologies." Falk smiled, sending chills up Darius' spine, "Simply put... you are born from the stock of champions. But... we have... how do you say... found an anomoly in your records." Falk explained, pausing to let it sink in.

"I do not follow, sir. Am I... sick?" Darius feigned, knowing full well what it was, and hoping his paled complexion did not further implicate him.

"Come now, boy... your parents' money and influence have hidden it well. But you are... different. Special, wouldn't you say? A mutant?" Falk continued, obviously enjoying the lack of surprise on the boy's face... confirming his accusation.

"Your silence betrays you, boy." Falk said in a subdued, but menacing manner.

Darius balled his fists, knuckles white. He could feel the power gathering- one look, one single release, and he'd shatter the man- Inquisitor or not, psyker or not, with a blast of concentrated warp energy from his eyes. His mind was racing at the prospect, but still retained its characteristic cold and calculating nature- figuring escapes, entries, hides, probablities, angles of fire...

"I believe we told you to leave your weapons at the door... but I don't see any way you could leave behind the power in your eyes..." Falk chuckled, "and I wouldn't try it... this room is completely sealed, but the automated weaponry, among other things, is trained and ready to fire the moment I give the signal... or the moment my body detects damage or death."

"So you know..." Darius said, resigned, "Why draw this out? Why not hunt me down?! What do you want from me?!!" he screamed, turning his head sharply, the glow in his eyes readily visible- a guage and testament to his anger.

"I appreciate you turning your head... aha ha ha ha ha..." Falk laughed, a small trace of a smirk left as he continued, "You're right... if I wanted you dead, I need but snap my fingers to send the Veran name into ruin. Why not...? Let's just say... it's complicated."

"I am of the sort to fight fire with fire... one such as you, trained to be the best of the best by our standards, but having other 'gifts'... you would be more than a match for anything I could send, short of our more extreme options. However, I, myself, have conversed with Xenos... throne forbid, have traded knowledge and equipment with them. And I strongly believe that you are more useful to us alive than dead." Falk continued "You are not known as I know you... I've kept that information to myself and purged all notes in the records. To the rest of this world, you are Darius Veran, darling of the Veran clan, rising star of the Academy."

"I give you the choice- submit to my service, as an agent of the inquisition... or refuse, and be destroyed- your family in political and financial ruin." Falk said.

"Then the choice is already made for me, is it not?" Darius spat back. His shoulders slumped, a clear sign of his defeat.

"I knew you would see it my way..." The outer walls behind the inquisitor shifted open revealing viewing portals up to the ceiling, and the up-raised thrones fell to the same level as the floor, further elongating those portals. He stood and walked to the windows, beckoning Darius closer. Darius came to the side of the inquisitor, hands crossed behind his back in parade rest style. Despite his unease and hatred of the man, unable to stop his academy training overtaking his instincts.

"Did you know that in this world alone, there are over 500,000 unregistered psykers, wyrds, mutants, witches, and other heretics? The Ordo Hereticus is tasked with destroying every single one of these abominations... wasting this potential font of untapped power and resource." Falk said, eyes squinting against the fiery orange of dusk. "Most will never see past the age of 10, and survival into young adulthood is less than 0.01% due to the exacting nature of the Inquisition. But you have been spared... by your parents. By my good graces. I chose you... It must be you."

"And what would you have me do?" Darius questioned bitterly, "I am one of those many, as you have found out. You would be accused of treason if you did not take my life, right here. Right now." Darius turned to the inquisitor defiantly, hating and caring not about his future.

"There are others with far more obvious mutations, and those 'visibles', as we term them, are quickly culled when found. Should they survive- should they actually be able train their talents for practical use, assuming there is a practical aspect and not purely physical deformation... their survivablility rises exponentially." Falk said. It took a moment for Darius to realize that Falk had not been speaking to him directly, but rather, speaking to his mind. "You are not the first I've approached, Darius Veran. In fact, had you acted sooner, you would have met my aquaintance, Talia Wagner, for the first, and last time."

At that very moment, a blue and black bruise scaled the pillars down and gracefully landed behind the inquisitor's position. Swathed in a black leathery scarf and strap-laden armor, the new-comer stood silent, thoughtful. Aside from the inhuman "characteristics" such as the blue skin, spade-tip tail and malformed 3-digit talons as hands, Marius surmised the would-be assassin was a woman, and a young woman at that, judging by the bright yellow eyes hidden behind the black mask. Darius inclined his head slightly, a move mirrored by the assassin in quiet greeting.

Falk cut through the awkward silence by continuing, "Using my... sources... I've come into possession of certain knowledge- knowledge that has even the highest factions of the Inquisition mobilizing their pawns. The forces of Chaos have destroyed a colony world to take possession of a vital artifact- one we previously did not know existed. The warp tore that ship and its inhabitants apart and flung them all over our known universe. The artifact must not fall into the hands of the enemy.." Darius stood, warily watching the inquisitor's assassin as he listened. "You will face other xenos, greenskins, creatures of the warp, possibly other human targets. While training a group of academy hopefuls such as yourself for this purpose is an option, the chances of their survival is low... and their chances of recruiting more of you are extremely slim... I need you as my emissary. My right hand. To extend peace to our 'special' population... we need to show that we are on the same side- that we ARE them. Money, power, exoneration from past crimes, and security. That is what we will offer them. As one of the Inquisition, under my personal command, that is what I offer you, Darius."
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Darius' world slowly came back into focus with a gentle nudge by his blue-skinned agent, having no idea how long he was lost in his memories.

"Did it hurt?" she said- obviously part of a longer conversation that he had missed.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking her in the face, darkened for having been brought back from his thoughts, but slowly becoming composed. She tilted her head and asked again.

"I asked, 'Did it hurt?'- Saying goodbye to your family?" she asked again, with serious patience.

"I've just been cut off from the very people who gave me a life full of wealth, security and love. I'm dead to them- they don't know where I am, except that I met with some 'accident' that took my life! What do you think?!" Darius snarled, "Of course it hurts! That much is obvious, woman!"

"No sir, not to me. I've never had a family to lose. My apologies, sir, for asking." she said coldly, bowing and slowly turning on heel. Despite having the edge and snapping first, Darius was the one taken aback.

"Ta-Agent Wagner. I apologize for my manner.. this is a... sudden, and somewhat unwelcome change in my life." Darius said, "Our mission is to head to Jucha- Inquisitor Falk has released a profile for a potential recruit."

Talia stopped and turned, nodding in acceptance. "Who is it?"

Walking to a console and picking up a metal ring-binder folio, Darius ran off "Female, estimated mid 20s, freelance assassin. Goes by the names 'Talon', or '23'. Real name, unlisted. No information on how those code-names came about. If anything, she's like us- different. Falk has her marked as an anomoly that he's taken great pains to hide, but has no details on what about her is special." Darius said as he scanned the profile. "All I know is that she is a candidate for our mission. We'll find out when we get there." he said as he passed the file to his agent.

"And how will we know when we meet her?" Talia mused as she skimmed the contents. "And how will we convince her if she's content or unwilling?"

"As you said, Agent. It takes one to know one... we will offer our protection... or we will give her death."

FIN

Pics of Inquisitor Veran and Agent Wagner TONIGHT

We'll all await some pictures of this then...

Intriguing and most welcome - would be awesome to follow all the gangs in one blog like we did

Looking forward to more!!!

Migs, thank you for gracing us with your presence!

That's definitely how we want to do this- we want to have all of our material gathered in one place, so no one is left out and we can all see what we're working on. From what I've heard, the others are coming along nicely with their fluff/bitz-gathering/modelling.

I'll be holding the fort down this week, and this weekend, we have a "conference" to discuss the fine points, take pics of WIPs, etc. for the other members.

Looking forward to find out more. But looking forward to pictures more so. The stuff in your gallery is good.

Peter

Thanks PDH! I appreciate that. I hope the pics for tonight are up to standard!


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Alright. As promised, pictures of the initial two characters from the above story. Originally, this Inq band was supposed to be bad. Pure and simple- an Inq lead by a corrupt mentor and be filled with a rogue psyker, a daemonhost, and 2 standard agents for retinue. Oh, and someone else, who I hadn't quite planned yet.



But after a night of drinking w/ Monsier Zakkennaya, thinking about how this gang was supposed to be a group of misfits/untouchables... something about it sparked "mutant" to me. And being an avid comic-book reader and artist, I couldn't help but make parallels to the miniatures I had in my possession and people they "could" be.. but I promised tasteful conversions, so I hope I can deliver. If you know who they represent, kudos- it makes me happy. If you don't know who they are, it's not a big thing- I hope you appreciate them for what they are- converted minis. Also, before seeing any of the works from other blogs, I always made their bases fit in either the 25mm or 40mm size. Huge bases overflowing with detail had never crossed my mind... But here's my attempt to think outside of the box and detail them for the sake of detail.
Ladies and gentlemen, the beginning of the =I= Men...


Inquisitor Darius Varen- Inquisitor/ Mutant in service to Lord Augustus Falk, Ordo Hereticus


Inquisitor Veran: Pre-Hair mode- Miniature cleaned, and most of the soul-gem/Eldar iconography filed clean off




Boots tops added, currently 3rd attempt at his hair... honestly, I'm not too fond of the Bon Jovi going on- love Bon Jovi, it just doesn't do it for me for this miniature... yup. It's official- I hate it. Next round, the work I do on this will have Veran with his new hair...




Side-View of crap haircut... I'm still working on his other arm- currently using copper wire, GS, and bits to make a wrist-mounted blaster



Agent Talia Wagner- personal bodyguard to Lord Falk, now agent to Inq. Veran



Initial work- I pinned the head into the neck slot, rolled GS over a copper wire, drilled a hole at the base of the spine, slightly above the waist.




Hand Detail- and I have no idea why, but a GS Terminus Crux- if you know the character, you'll know the the original is highly religious- that, and I wanted to make it a bit more personal




Back View- GS'd tail and tail spade... I did the moulding of the tail directly on the dry GS tail-body itself- it was time-consuming, and I'm sure there was probably a better way to go about it.

Anyways, that's a small set for now. I've got more work and more pics to come up with- I'll try to update as often as I can, but I'm hoping the other members can contribute later on-This hobby has work, married life, and MBA to contend with.


Oh yea, there were a couple more pictures I didn't put up here - more of the same, if you wanted other views of either Wagner or Veran. They're in my gallery. Thanks for stopping by- as always, constructive comments and critiques are always welcome!

My apologies... the third writer has come. Please welcome Eyvinr when he comes to post his material on our =I= Munda Blog!

Love the writing you put up there, really characterful. I also like how you managed to distinguish Talia from the character she's based on. "Bruise" - nice metaphor.
The models are looking good so far though it's a little hard to see the detail on the metal parts (not that that's what you're done yourself). One minor criticism I have is that Talia's tail looks way, way too big. If I were modelling her I'd maybe halve the length AND the girth to make her look more lithe and stealthy. Right now it's about the same thickness as her arms and if you look at pictures of the character she's based on, his is about an inch thick or so.
Hope you don't mind my offer of advice!

This looks promising~now lets see some paint on these beauties!

_Tim?

Oooh, nice fluff! Looking forward to another dose of =I=munda goodness!

@jackanory - Yea... I actually was thinking the same thing. If these guys are going to be pinnacle pieces, then I'd better try and do it right the first time- I had the feeling I was "on a roll" when doing it.

@Tim - Thank you very much! Tonight, I'm planning a re-do of Veran's hair, and a redo of Talia's tail- that ish is waaaay too thick/big. Time to take it easy and take my time on it. Painting is coming a bit later... I'm trying to finish up the conversions on the team first- I'm at this point with these two, and at a similar point for 2 more characters- Talon and one more to be revealed with another installment of origin fluff.

If I have the time, I'll either post the new ones tonight or Wed afternoon. I should have some work done on "23/Talon" to go along with it too, so you know I'm not just recycling old material!

Thanks again for stopping by!

I'm exactly the same. I'm always reluctant to go back and rework stuff I'm not entirely happy with though with me it's more about laziness haha!

That inquisitor is looking very nice!

Thanks! He's about half-done, so stay tuned for the additions (and subtractions) that go into him, as well as the rest of the team!

@ Vitruvian- Holy crap. Just saw your Ad Mech Necro guys. Friggin' sweet! Really digging the paint job on those!

And here comes the next installment, continuing the origin adventures of Inq. Veran and Agent Wagner- Enjoy!

The Fangs of Jucha

The sweltering jungles of Jucha bowed to the Raven's Claw's wake before its flora swallowed the craft whole. Darius' experience landed the craft smoothly, his hands and eyes darting over the control console with mechanical precision.

"Ambient temp... hot." Darius said disgustedly as he read the displays and reviewed the prospective recruit's file one last time. "This is her last known location. The Inquisitor's encrypted data updated via comlink... 5 hours ago. "

Rising up from the cockpit seat, he eyed his current outfit. His fur-lined coat, while comfortable in the cold of space, would hinder him in the thick jungle. He stripped down to his armored flight-suit and removed all of his hanging weaponry. Meanwhile, he spied Talia in the main compartment. She held out her sword with one hand, tying her trailing scarf round her shoulders in a figure-eight with the other and her teeth in an unbelievable few seconds- the scarf held up the loose folds of her gear, making it the equivalent of his own armor. It reminded him of the ancient terran warrior caste from a place the records referred to as Nippon, where being able to tie off the sleeves of their clothing in such a manner was a very good indication of the quality of their swordplay. If that were true, she was as quick and as deadly as Falk claimed.

Finishing his armor preparation, Darius moved back to the command console and entered in a few commands. "Firing probe." he said absently as he continued to work, the clacking and whizzing of the keys and dials absorbing his thoughts. The probe fired off with a hiss, forcing its way through the canopy and stayed in the sky momentarily, pulsing its invisible feelers to absorb the information from the surrounding area. It came back down a moment later and relayed the data to the ship.

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Talia was finishing her preparations in the main compartment when she heard hysterical laughter from the cockpit. She tore her sword from its sheath and bound into the cockpit, only to find Darius laughing or crying into his hands. Looking up and seeing her, he composed himself, then proceeded to fill the cockpit with a stream of colorful curses, beautifully strung together.

"Inquisitor? Is everything alright?" Agent Wagner drew closer, sword held in reverse grip, the blade running up the back of her arm.

"... in a word. No- look at these 'thermal' scans." Darius said as he moved over, "very informative, wouldn't you say?"

The scans were a bright orange and yellow, the natural heat of the planet and the life inhabiting destorting any sort of information that could be gleaned from what should have been a useful scan. In addition, Darius had put in parameters for the probe to note, particularly anything fitting a certain shape, weight, and build ratio- aka a human running/walking or loping on two or four limbs. What came back were various scans of different animals that matched several of the parameters, but otherwise useless thermal images in purple of what they were not in search for.

Talia looked the scans over, cocked her head thoughtfully, but then left to find her sword sheath. "Looks like we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way." she said dejectedly as she sauntered back to the main compartment.

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The side panel of the Raven's Claw hissed open into a canopy and launch ramp. Darius strode down, taking a moment to absorb the radical change in temperature from the inside of the ship to the dense humidity of Jucha. Talia came down a moment later, and after a brief consultation with Darius' wrist-mounted hologrid, they ventured towards their prey's location. "There shouldn't be anyone here within 300 clicks, so weapons free." Darius said. Immediately, his agent leapt up one of the trees, rapidly scaling up the tree in an almost spiral pattern. She tapped at her comlink to test, and Darius tapped back indicating he was recieving.

After about an hour of searching, Talia broke silence, although she wouldn't have been surprised if her leader hadn't already noticed. "Inquisitor, hold. Clearing up ahead... no signs of life." Talia strode through the trees, flipping gracefully and utilizing her tail as another gripping appendage to sail in the air to the target with speed.

Darius too, had smelled what Talia was noting. The unmistakeable smell of rotting flesh- and burning. As he came into the clearing, Talia landed beside him, the two having a pre-decided plan to circle the encampment to survey before entering.

"Mercs. About 8 of them... I recognize several of the patterns of lasrifle they have- they were definitely from Joura." Darius said as he picked up a forlorn weapon- it had been sectioned into three pieces. "Good guns... didn't do them any good though." It was a massacre. Shots had been fired wildly, decimating the leaves and tree trunks surrounding the camp, as well as the supply boxes and tents. Darius looked over at his agent, who was striding over in a different area. A sudden groan and she had literally disappeared, vaulting behind cover and pulling out her silenced autopistol. Darius instinctively went to ground, and heard a faint shuffle and moan.

"Survivor." Darius whispered into his comlink. He heard a double-tap into his receiver, and at that moment, slipped out, readying his wrist-mounted blaster. The hunt turned out to be a disappointment, the target whimpered and crawled out slowly. Darius immediately went to work.

Kneeling and bringing the man face to face by his collar, Darius noted the man was burned from the waist down and had several deep gouges in his chest, almost would have certainly been cut apart if not for his armor. "Who are you?" he growled, "And who did this to you?"

"Gu-hnnnngh!" The man's eyes flung wide open, despite his wounds, he flailed about, and tried to further himself, "No! NO! Please!! I'm finished!" he pleaded to no one in particular. His backwards movement was stopped when his reaching gauntlet contacted the flat of Agent Wagner's sword. Looking back, the surprise flung him 90 degrees, in between both agents. "Not... not it..." he gasped, "animal... claws..." Talia gave an imperceptible nod to Darius, confirming their direction.

"Who? What did you see?" Darius continued as he moved slowly and knelt beside the man once again. At this point, the man was beyond incoherent. He was delirius.

"Inquisitor, he's done." Agent Wagner said as she drew up beside him.

"No. Not yet. He's a witness." he said. The mercenary seemed to understand the final passing conversation, and looked towards Darius, wide-eyed. The Inquisitor removed his targeting recticle and instantly sent a wide shaft of pure, incandescent energy into the man cradled in his arm. Talia took a step back as the world seemed to darken around the intense light and heat projected from Darius' eyes. As quickly it had begun, the light cut off, leaving the blackened bottom-half of the man, arms fallen to the floor. Behind Darius' arm was a lined crater of scorched and tossed earth, shimmering and sizzling.

Darius looked up at his agent, her eyes cold and unemotional. At that moment, a flicker passed her eyes and the two dove away from the remains of the dead mercenary. Right where Darius had been a second before, a blur landed with a heavy thud. Darius and Talia gathered themselves, instinctively brandishing their weapons. Darius' eyes were glowing once again, and his hand was raised, blaster at the ready. The blur threw off a canvas to reveal a young woman, tanned dark from the sun with platinum blond hair.

"Finally. We've been looking for you." Darius said, weapons still trained on the target. He immediately thought of the sectioned- lasrifle and regarded her hands, each dripping with blood and ending with twin blades the size of stilettos- She had done that. The woman smiled, spat on the ground, and again blurred into motion, a whirling dervish of steel heading straight for Talia. Smart girl, Darius thought. It made him absolutely useless, unless he thought decimating both his current and potential teammates were acceptible losses. Talia quickly threw away her pistol, preparing to take on the incoming storm.

Talia was not without her defenses, parrying lightning fast strikes with parries of her own. Her blade had reach, and her mastery insured that they maintained a safe distance. The other was also fast and brutal, the opposite of the woman- and scored a shallow tag in the agent's unarmored shoulder. The woman's frenzy was stopped as she locked claws with Talia's blade, the agent taking the advantage by using her tail to grasp the woman's leg and toss her on her back with a flick and smashing the hilt of her sword into 23's temple.

The woman fell on her back, and spun back up like a helicopter immediately. "Fething assassin... you'll pay for that." she growled, her temple a red ruin. "Try that tail-thing again... I dare you..." she baited, as more blades viciously cut out from her shins, her legging armor falling away.

In the lull, Darius let off three quick blasts in succession, creating a triangle of small smoking craters around the woman. "No... you try that again, and I'll make sure there won't be enough of you left to put into a med-vial." Darius countered, "we're not here to fight, Talon... 23... which is it?"

"Hah! You could have fooled me." the woman snorted derisively, not coming out of her defensive crouch. "So talk."

"We represent the Inquisition- someone out there has been bleeding resources to 'protect' people like us. And he wants you to join us. In exchange, we'll protect you from prying eyes, stop any debts or crimes from following you, and you become like us- kill whoever gets in our way. Our benefactor is looking for something, and will pay anything to have you on our team." Darius explained. "I'm not unreasonable, but you're wasting my time. Join us. Help us. And you'll get whatever you want. Or I can ash you right here, right now."

"So... that's it?" the woman questioned, "I join your team and all of this disappears?" she gestured.

"Or die." Talia interjected. The woman shot back knives to the agent, the agent's sword in return lifting into a relaxed but ready position.

"Enough.. The choice is yours. Make it now." Darius stated. He lowered his arm, but kept his glowing eyes on her.

The woman thought for a moment, standing upright and her claws retracting back into her arms and shins, leaving a trail of gore- hers mixed with a bit of Talia's. "Alright.. Count me in. But if this deal sinks, I'm going after both of you... then I'm going after whoever it is sent you." the woman said non-chalantly.

"Fair enough." Darius replied with a smirk, "You'll probably have a partner in me if that happens..." He liked the clawed fiend's attitude. It reminded him of his first years in academy before it was beaten out of him. "First off. Names. I'm Inquisitor Darius Veran. " he paused, this being the first time he had ever used his title in any formal situation. "Any of those words in any combination is fine when referring to or addressing me. We represent the Ordo Hereticus, but we're not hunting so much as recruiting. And you know my agent, Talia Wagner."

Talia nodded curtly, keeping her injured shoulder visible to their new team-member. "Ah, my name is Lara. Kinsi. Call me 23. Or Talon... did I do that?" the woman said in greeting, cocking her head insultingly towards the other agent.

"Agent... 23. That'll do. Welcome to the team." Darius continued, "We have others to find. Let's go. Is there anything you need before we depart?"

"No, all I own is- FETHING HELL! YOU SHOT ME!!!" 23 screamed suddenly as she gripped her shoulder. She turned back a murderous glare to the other agent.

Talia smiled, "Now we're even. I was under orders to take you in. Alive..." she looked over with genuine curiosity at the flesh wound she had given. "What, can't heal that?"

"No, you idiot!! This is what makes me a mutant!" she said, twin claws shooting up once again from between her knuckles. "It takes time to heal!! This hurts EVERY SINGLE TIME!!!" she seethed as Talia cocked her head in mock innocence.

"MOVE OUT!" Darius commanded. As he began his trek back to the Claw he mused to himself, "Throne, why did they have to be women...?"


FIN

I'll try to get some pictures of Agent 23 tonight. If not, tomorrow afternoon.

WOW awesome stuff, here, but I agree with the others, the tail needs to be less thick.

Hehe, its nice to be appreciated! I wish my group would take the plunge into inquisimunda, maybe some day...

I absolutely love the fluff, feels like reading a Dan Abnett novel! Keep up the great work!

This is very well written. Kudos on your mastery of Fluff-Fu sir !!!! You have some true talent with the pen, well, keyboard in this case.

@Vitruvian/BtMask - Thank you both! I don't think I'd have the stamina to write an entire novel, but the story is what's driving these characters to look like as they do- without it, I might as well use standard minis. I'm glad you're enjoying it!

New pics... VERY SOON. Revised Cyclo... er... Inquisitor Veran, Talia's tail, and introducing... X-23.

The fluff is good, but you need some more practise with greenstuff! The models have potential though...

@Malika- Thank you for the visit- very true about the GS. I've gone through half a tape from GW fixing some of my stuff. Check out the newest picture update, I hope they meet with your approval!

As promised to current readers (and myself ) I did more work instead of more important issues, like my MBA homework. Following the written fluff yesterday, I decided to work/complete Talon aka 23, re-do the the hair, and redo the agent's tail.

Ladies and gentlemen, the amazing =][=Men progess-

Here is the revised-tail in the works. It won't be as long, but that was about as thin as I could get it without using bare copper wire... in my experience, the transition from the putty to the bare copper is never smooth, no matter how much filing/sanding I do... and filing/sanding is still to be done, as well as a smaller spade tail.



Before Talon was Talon, she was known as Agent Libra. This is her, on top of her "crazy base". Yes, before you all start flaming, it was the first base I had created... and immediately after, felt like I went overboard. But I'm keeping it... I've grown to like it, actually. Makes the model feel like it's going to jump and swoop off, like a certain assassin from an awesome Ubisoft franchise...


[b]Talon- Freelance Assassin, now sworn Agent to Inquisitor Veran[/b]

Agent Talon- pretty much complete. I greenstuffed two holstered-pistols to make her a gunslinger when she's not ripping into people with her claws. I also GS'd two '][' symbols- one on her gauntlet, and one on her abdomen plate. That was a to do...


Talon Side View- If you look back at the original miniature, there's a chain that wraps around the char's shoulders and snakes down the arms. I cut/filed that down as best I could. I also felt like giving the model some motion, so I modeled a GS scarf... yea, I was playing a bit of that Ubisoft franchise yesterday, I'm sorry.



Another Side View



Front View- Clear view of her '][' symbols on the gauntlet and abdomen armor. This model is pretty much finished... I just need to finish the base and file down some GS...



And finally, here is a little bit more work on Inq. Veran. As I said before, I despised the franken-haircut I gave him previously. Here he is with his new "shorter" 'do.


Front-shot of his new hair, plus work on his Force Spear. Still needs the GS for detailing and sealing the wire. LOL... he looks like a member of a boyband... a nice tribute to his straight-laced counterpart in the comic universe...


One final shot- If you look at the original miniature, his other hand is splayed open- I currently have a wrist-mounted blaster a la Boba Fett on it, but I had an idea yesterday to lay some sort of long/flat debris (tank trap part, broken lamp post/sign,) on top of the junk he's got his foot on... kinda like he's making his way through the ruins... any thoughts and suggestions?


Anyways, that's the newest on my end. If anything, anyone have any suggestions on Agent 23's base (I really gotta figure out what to call her- 23 or Talon...) to improve it- too busy? MORE debris? I'm not going to change it to something else, despite the fact I've now put her a full head over cover, I like the swooping feel to it... but any critiques for improvement to the base itself are most welcome. Oh yea, and Veran's base... moving through the junk, or should I have him pointing his wrist-blaster?

As always, thanks for stopping by! Want more? Check out more images that didn't make the "cut" in my gallery! And like before, constructive comments and critiques are always welcome!

Loving the bases!

The new hair on Darius looks great, sort of unkempt.

Talon is wicked cool as well, really good work.

Thanks man! I dig the new hair much more too! And sadly, I think Talon is my favorite as well... aha ha ha hah... she was and continues to be inspired work. She's pretty much done, and will probably be the first one to be painted...

Alright... another installment of =I= Munda fluffy goodness! Enjoy! If I can get to it, I'll be doing pics this afternoon as well of the new character, among other new developments.


Coming Together

Darius awoke to the sounds of singing metal, immediately jumping out of his bunk. Wearing only his sleeping robe, he strode out of his quarters, eyes glowing and ready.

It had been a tense two days, his newly-inducted agent having few words or even hostile glares towards his first. Agent Talia responded in turn with her cold and arrogant fashion. Finally, it had come to blows. Darius half-considered blowing a hole through the wall and sending them both into the depths of space, then starting over in recruitment. Darius decided to stand by and watch the exchange.

The two women circled and darted in and out of each other's perspective ranges, feral cats aiming to draw blood. Agent Talia struck first, using her tail to throw the end of her scarf towards her opponent in a feint- one that 23 didn't fall for. She responded in turn by jumping back, and using the wall to immediately spring forward, her claws scissoring in a fierce double-slash. Talia fell to her knees and went on the flat of her back, looking almost like crude oil spilled from a raised position. As 23 passed over, she kicked out with both of her legs, sending 23 flying into the opposite wall. 23 responded quickly by twisting her body in mid-air, landing on the ground and dashing forward to lock blades with Talia.

Darius smiled at the exciting exchange of blows- the two radical styles complimenting themselves perfectly. He had seen holovids in Academy of Astartes fighting greenskins, eldar... at first, it reminded him of a classic Astartes and greenskin confrontation, but he quickly rescinded that thought. There was no doubt that greenskins were furious opponents, but compared with these two women, their dance of war was power wielded in an almost clumsy fashion. No, he thought, this was more akin to Astartes making war with their own traitor bretheren. The Astartes were raw speed and power combined and sharpened of centuries of warfare. Like the previous empires of Ancient Terra, they had many different names for the basic slashing/stabbing weapon known commonly as a sword- estoc, katana, khanda, kris, rapier, zweihander... all of these were masterfully refined weapons for the purpose of spilling blood in their own special ways. Darius' smile and thoughts ended abruptly, his smile ending when he noticed that 23 had stopped her backslide using her claws on the deck floor- scarring it deeply in 4 different places.

"You... you're good assassin..." Talia grunted as she threw her weight into breaking the blade-lock, "but not good enough to take me down." Expertly, she transformed the parry into a flourish into a strike within a blink of an eye, aimed at Agent 23's thigh. However, at the last second, she turned the edge and struck with the flat of the blade, rewarded with a meaty thwack.

"FETH!!" 23 cursed as she gripped her thigh. Her hands were bloody, though it was not from any attacks today. 23 was born with sharp bone-like extrusions that, when mentally commanded, would come ripping from between her knuckles in a bloody explosion. Sometime in her past, she had them sheathed in a quality alloy and turned them into deadly, concealable punching daggers. "One of these days..." she panted in a half-hearted threat. Tucking both claws to her sides, they readied for another round.

Darius broke their concentration with his clapping, the sound echoing around the metal hold. The two women immediately lowered their weapons and casually saluted the Inquisitor before dipping both of their heads to each other in a shallow bow.

"Apologies, Inquisitor, for waking you." Talia immediatly started. Darius cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"No apology necessary. I'm thorougly impressed." Darius said with a curt return bow. "I'm glad to see you two are getting along."

Agent 23 immediatly grimaced, "I wouldn't call it that..." she motioned with her thumb to Talia, who had sheathed her blade and leaned against the nearest bulkhead. "Just staving off boredom, more like. Care to join us?" 23 suddenly lunged forward with a skipping side-kick, quickly covering two body-lengths of distance, aiming straight for Darius' stomach.

With a quick movement, Darius accepted the rib-shattering blow. 23's smile died on her face when she saw that he had rolled with the blow on purpose. His hands were on the ball and heel of her foot- he had remembered her foot blades. With a violent twist, he sent her spinning in the air and falling to the ground in a push-up position. "Only if we agree on NOT using our powers.. You're at a decided advantage in this enclosed area, whereas if I miss, I'll kill us all." he smiled wryly.

Unexpectedly, 23 found the sheath of Talia's sword near her head. Begrudgingly, she accepted it and pulled herself to her feet. "Alright... perhaps another time..." she said, "besides, I've already gone a round with Blue over here." motioning with her head to Talia.

At that moment, the overhead auto-pilot chimed in, "Alert: Approaching Urdesh industrial district coordinates. ETA, 30 minutes."

Darius nodded, "Agents, prepare yourselves. Meet in the cockpit in 10 minutes." he ordered. The two saluted sharply and dispersed to their own personal chambers to prepare.

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"This time we have two people we're looking for." Darius stated as he pointed to a flickering beacon on the hologrid of the planet Urdesh. "Good news is, these two work with each other, so our presence is minimized on the planet." The flickering beacon pulsed for a last time before dying, the entire map reconfiguring into a 3-d wire model that represented the factory sector they were to enter. "We'll be landing here. I want coverage, here and here." Darius continued as he pointed to several areas, those areas lighting up.

"Targets?" 23 questioned. Above the neon-green layout, a picture of two men came up. Shortly after, information began listing off underneath each photo.

"Solomon Dyer. Known aliases 'Solomon the Eye', 'Dirty Solomon', and 'the Professor'. Was a prominent local iterator, strong focuses on promoting Ordo Hereticus' ideals." Darius explained. "Unlike you, 23, our benefactor has provided some information about his powers- variation Beast Wyrd. Limited mental domination, except on humans. Telepath, and limited psychokinesis.... interesting."

Darius continued with the second picture. "Jean Phourus. No known aliases. Amazing- this one can create fire..." he wondered at this target, "I'm surprised he's never been caught- when we meet, we'll have to be sure to ask how he trained his talents..." he mused. "Computer. Hack local PDF and open Inquisitorial channels using authorization Sigma, Sigma, Delta, Zero, Eight, Eight. Confirm."

Immediately, the photos of the men disappeared, and several radiowave monitors appeared, some dead, some bursting with activity. Darius touched a particular channel of the PDF displaying heavy activity.

...**SKRSHHHSH** " I repeat! Back-up requested! PDF badge# 76503, we have officers down- in pursuit of two... subjects! Using fire... consider armed and da-**SKA-TSSSHH** Requesting Ordo support!" the radioband transmitted choppily. Darius immediately went into action and called out a counter order to the computer.

"Jamming. NOW. Authorization code 'Benefactor'." Darius commanded the machine. Immediately, the smooth waves became jagged and narrow. Nothing was coming through now. "Team, prepare to descend! I want those two!! ALIVE!" he yelled as he jumped into the cockpit.

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Swooping down, the Raven's Claw cracked into range before slowing down to cruising speed. Both side hatches opened, filling the vehicle with violent intake.

"GO! GO! GO! Protect them!" Darius yelled over the wind as both Agents jumped from either side of the plane. Darius closed the portals, placed the cutter into direction and programmed the auto-pilot to lead the way. As the vehicle careened, he saw both of his agents open their break-chutes to cut the descent before slipping out and making their way into the abandoned and ruined area of the factory sector. The targets were still running, no doubt thinking the airship was another pursuing vehicle. Slipping his own break-chute on, he took one last look at the magnified displays. A small column of troops and an APC were making their way through the district to barricade the targets' escape.

Quickly, he rearranged the coordinates and had the computer acknowledge them. "Intercept course. Acknowledged." the computer confirmed.

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23 stole a quick glance at Talia as they dropped. The other Agent's break-chute opened for a split second before she slipped it off, making use of jutting portions of rebar sticking out from the ruined plascrete structures. See-sawing down using her hands, feet, and tail, she quietly slipped into what was the 3rd floor walkway of an old refinery. 23 herself was headed to the opposite factory, a toppled, but solid smokestack from a larger furnace facility. She broke away from her chute, and slid down the chute to ground level, using the claws in her hands to slow her descent. As she hit the ground, she looked up to see their cutter release one more passenger before circling around. She saw Darius plummeting to the ground, before seeing an explosion of light slice through the shadowed interiors of the skeletal building frames- their leader was using the force of energy to slow his descent.

The mission was on.

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"Move! Move! Move!" the PDF captain barked as the detachment made its way through the rubble. Information was scarce at this point, but if they required this many men to take out two hostiles, something was very wrong. He sent a squad through the remains of the administorum building several moments ago.

"Squad Alpha, Squad Beta, report position. Captain, long-range comms still down." his man on the comms called out and reported.

Alpha sounded off first. "Alpha, no signs of-hold. We- *thwip* *thwip* *thwip*". The communication died suddenly, but the captain knew the distinct sound of silencers. Whoever these two were, they had help.

Beta yelled out after, "SCATTER! We're under attack! Multiple hostiles!" the soldier yelled before cutting off the vox.

The captain had his detachment group closer to the APC, weapons at the ready. As they prepared to funnel into wide valley of rubble between two ruins, a man in a long coat stepped out from the opposite side. The captain threw up a fist, and in one swift wave, the entire detachment stopped.

"Identify yourself!" the PDF captain cried out. "This is a restricted area! Leave now or we will use hostile force!" Several men took cover behind larger chunks of rubble and twisted steel. The APC's autocannon swung and aimed in the lone man's direction.

Darius smiled. He flourished his force spear, ending it in the crook of his arm. "DIIIIIEEEE!!!" he screamed. In that moment, the chatter of the autoguns and the APC's larger caliber shells filled the air with stacatto cracks. The inquisitor's eyes lit up, sending an unstoppable wave of incandescent power down the alley. The bullets were stopped and tore away before the torrent. The concrete and armor of the APC stripped away like sand in a desert storm before the APC could no longer hold its weight- the charred carcass of the machine flinging off behind the men. Men who stood their ground screamed as they shrank to blackened parodies of themselves before cracking and dusting away into ash.

The landscape that the detachment funnelled into looked as though a miniature sun had been rolled through, creating scorched concave indentations in the ground and ruined walls. Darius fell to one knee and heaved in exertion. "Agents. The rest is up to you." he breathed heavily into his com.

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"Run, Jean, RUN!!" Solomon gasped as he threw his hand back absently, a wave of debris following it to slow their pursuers. For some reason, he hit the leaner, more athletic man, and stumbled to the ground. Looking up, he was surrounded by a group of angry PDF soldiers, who had hidden in the rubble, trapping them. And his final move had cut off their only way out.

"Mutant scum. Your time is up.." one of the lead soldiers growled. The soldiers closed the circle, as the man known as Jean immediately set his hands on fire while his older companion lifted a small laspistol and stave in his hands.

As if by magic, one of the soldiers flew apart, his head and one arm flying towards the trapped duo and his legs sent off into the distance. The spray of blood caught some of the soldiers, who shook their heads, as if their spell-bound trance had been broken. On the opposite side of the circle, a man fell to his knees, his head missing. The confusion was building as yet another soldier screamed in pain, his arms bloody stumps fountaining a ground-staining red.

Without the order, the PDF opened fire at the two frightened men. The man with the flaming hands stood in front of the older man, taking the brunt of the lasfire, crumpling to the floor in a sizzling heap. The chaos and carnage continued as more men stood dead before knowing it. The captain, last to fall, uttered a cry of despair before he his body fell apart into several neatly sliced chunks, sided by two young women with gore-stained bladed weaponry.

"Solomon. Professor." Darius yelled out as he joined his teammates. He hid bitter disappointment at seeing the scorched and punctured corpse of the pyrokinetic he had hoped to recruit. "Stand down. We're here to talk."

Solomon ogled the women obviously before turning his gaze to Darius. "Your ladies-in-waiting saved me, boy. My thanks!" he cried jovially, "What's this about talking?"

Darius was about to speak when he noticed Agent 23, her eyes closing in and out, as if she were drowsy. "We want you to join us," Darius said, as he kept his eyes on the man, but watched from the corner of his eye as his newest agent seemed to look at her hands as if for the first time. His agent seemed to compose herself, gritting her teeth before running her claws over her arm in two bright lines of red, seemingly regaining 100% of her faculties. At that very moment, Talia dashed behind the man, blade at his throat.

"Inquisitor- this man used the other as a bullet shield. I saw it. He's a coward. And he'll do the same to us." Talia growled. The man was sweating profusely as he slowly turned to meet the gaze of 23.

"You filthy sump-rat..." 23 said as she stepped close, running her two blades caressing the man's lined face. "It won't work anymore. Pain... keeps you out of my head." she said, as she ran her other bladed hand around his crotch. "And maybe, pain'll keep you in your own head... yea?" She suddenly tapped the blades against his robed pants, red fury in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Solomon. I have to agree with my agents... your powers are a liability." Darius said as he shook his head.

The man should have wet himself, but he began laughing hysterically. "Aha... hah... hah... I'm sorry! I just had to try!!" he whooped between laughs. 'You're not here to kill me, I assume you're here to hire me? DEFEND THE EMPIRE? Ahaha ha ha ha a!!" the man, gently removed the sword at his throat and pushed 23 away in an equally gingerly way.

"I am known as the Professor. I am at your service. You know my powers, this is yet another- I have linked us all together, through me. They think, and you can hear them. I swear my life to you and your two agents that I will not work my powers against you again." the man said a serious tone, a clear message that could be heard by all of them.

"My name is Inquisitor Darius Veran, Ordo Hereticus. Mark my words, Professor. If I find that you have had your way with any of my agents, against their will, this 'boy' will visit upon you such exquisite pain that you'd think I had taken private lessons from the Dark Prince of Pleasure himself. If you speak to, look at, or even breathe in a way that displeases them, or myself... we will destroy you." Darius sent back in a mental wave of blackish purple energy. At that moment, he felt a glowing golden throb pulse subtly in both of his female wards, before their mental images grew reddish-black and menacing.

"I hear, and obey..." Solomon bowed back.

"And one more thing... don't you ever call me 'boy' again." Darius shot before breaking the connection with a mental shove to the Professor.

FIN

Cool stuff.

I like the story so far and the models are good. Bases I quite like the ruffled hair on Darius. To me it screams I've spent years at a military academy and now this....so sod the parade ground appearance.

The ladies are looking good too. I agree the tail was a bit cumbersome. The new one looks better already.

I'm looking forward to seeing them painted.

Cheers

Peter

Whoo hoo!! 600 views in the course of what, 3 days?? Amazing! Thank you all for stopping by! I'm happy people come by and look... you know what'd make me even happier? If people commented on what they saw and read... you like it? Please say so! It drives myself and the other contributing members to greater heights. (of insanity) What you read and see displeases you? Tell me why!
I can't promise I'll change it, but I'd like to know.

Anyways, without further ado, I present the latest pics (in a lull at work) of Solomon Dyer, Inq. Veran, and the gang!

Solomon Dyer AKA The Professor, unregistered psyker/wyrd in service to Inq. Veran

Side View 1 - The guy is still missing a hand, and I personally think this is the most put-together base I have, while Veran's is decidedly lower on the scale. I snapped an SM Rhino kit side door in two, scarred it a bit, and put it as a landform for one foot while using a pewter armor plate from an old 90s Predator kit for his other foot. Yes, that's a shaved down 'Nid head by his feet.. think sump monster with no real bearing...



Front View- I'm thinking he needs an =][= symbol somewhere, maybe hanging from his belt. Oh yea, and he's missing his hand, I'll be doing that once I know I'm done with my greenstuff work



Back View- For his gun to represent a lascarbine, I sawed off the front nub and drilled a hole, making it something akin to a Bullpup style rifle, lacking the shorter barrel protrusion of classic assault rifles. I also stuck some grenades to his folds and greenstuffed a rope to have them dangling there.



Yesterday, while staring at Veran's wrist-blaster hand, I had an idea. I wasn't pleased with the stiff hand at his side like some sort of soldier, and I really wasn't sold on the idea of him crawling through ruins, his hand being used to guide his way through. So, I tore off the original blaster, gs, and wiring, and chopped the arm in two... and before I knew it... OPTIC BLAST!!


Being cut, the proportions of the arm were totally off, so after filing a lot of the arm off, I actually started by gluing the fingers/forearm portion to Veran's temple before gluing the arm. Now all it needs is greenstuff to remodel the lost detail... I'm actually thinking of using greenstuff to simulate small waves to either side of dust as he releases a deadly blast... we'll see. Or maybe he'll just be prepping a shot. Haven't decided yet.


And because I've got a good set going now... I decided it was a perfect time to do a group picture... It came out so-so, exactly how a macro pic would come out (foremost object focused)... any idea how to take a better group pic- setting, background, etc? Let me know! Presenting... the AMAZING =I= MEN!!!


Note- only the original =][= Men will have the large bases- should I decide to hire a tech or merc, they'll be on the standard bases. Well, enjoy the fluff, and enjoy the pics! And please, write me down something! (and the others, when they start posting!) It's good to hear feedback- it helps us improve what we're trying to do here!

Awsome, like your take on the lascarbine, whenever i make one, i just cut the middle out of a las rifle and make it shorter. I have to say it the fluff is just awsomesauce!

Thank ye kindly, Eagle! Enjoy your stay, and stay tuned for even more.. aha ha ha... how did you say it? "Awesomesauce?" I like that! Cheers!

The gang looks real good altogether!! Wheres that solomon mini from?

Love the fluff again Im liking the different layers of background and stuff. You've got a knack for this writing lark!

Something about =I= is just so awesome, i really need to think about doing my own campaign. What rules are you using? Anything in particular or are you just making it up on the fly?!!