hello poppets
Here are some super big high octane well lit (imagine!) in focus shots of what has been ruining my eyesight for the last week.
and now i've taken these i can see some bits i want to go over again. painting will commence soon!
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and yes that is sebatian thor - duh! on her leg panel.
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................................ the Verbatum account of one Azekio Hem Dashaque ......................................
i first met - if you can call it 'a meeting', Lord Inquisitor Emah Scinn - to give that amazing old Bat her full name when i was carting that idiot Vekk half way through hell and back by reputation. Vekk's an idiot of the first water - ordo hereticus Thorian hardliner. I had to hide my Bosun all trip in the fething cargo bay because he's slightly mutated. he's 7 foot tall has scales and claws, doesn't speak, except to me, and then only in my head addmittadly - but really! i'm getting distracted? probably. not the same since i took a Eviscorator to the face back on prime. +ClanK+ amamantium that bit of my scull is now.
oh Scinn. Vekk grabs me in a dive bar on Durnam and asks where he can get hush hush freight out. i say i don't know nothing (i'd been running low level imperial packets in and out for three system months un noticed - i'd thought) i owed Len that strather who runs the joint about 60 creds in bar tab whispers in vekks ear - so he comes and picks on me - says he'd noticed my little balck bird coming in and out system despite the storms and the blockade and that he'd like to hire me under my own free will. told me that i'd be arco flagulated if i didn't agree. i think i told him i'd be if i did. i woke up missing a tooth and signing a contract. see he knew he couldn't judt take my lovely warp capable stealth friggate. i'm too smart or too dumb - for that. it's gene keyed into my body. i'm not there and breathing the doors won't open. my body chemestry isn't within the uh hum limits ship is used to - not getting in. I die and the ship detonates it's warp engines. so we had to come to an arrangement.
took three standard cycles to ammass all his gear, make all his changes, show him the ship, convince him that the big crate in the hold has food, not my bosum in it, bribe the right people and fire up the slither drive.
so it's me, my 4 crew doing 7 mens work while Vekkand his two batch born clone servitors bitch and gripe or say nothing at all. all of us locked up in my cramped ship for 384 hours pre warp travel sweating and stressing our way past the blockade.
i can talk my way through a bulk head - if you haven't noticed - so i blather at him constantly because i know tactiturn dregs like him won't say word one to scum like me verbally, but his ego and superiority will give me tells a plenty. you don't survive my kind of life for long unless you can read folk like a cred chit. he thought he was so much better than me that he might as well have mind uplinked me his whole memory. If scaley can find his head we may well do so later!
he tells me that we are going after a bounty - a big one. thats from the kit their carrying. kraken penetrator rounds - and stunners - full psyonic shielding in the armour - gene sampling tech, bits of stuff so rare and frankly illegal that it can only be from a big forge world. and a big cryo staorage tube disguised as a med bed. so anyway i manage to get out of the servitors, and the papers i accidently see and the illegal distance uplink field i have that we're after some rouge operative gone awol. now i know most of the rouges worth knowing with 6 warp hours so i run through them in my head but it don't tally. i get a little itch. that sensation you get before a big fire fight or falling or after a rat the size of your friends it's judt ate looks at you for pudding.
raw and scinterlating and a bit frightening - and that - by the affect and the twichyness he was trying to hide that showed he was feeling the same thing was how i met Scinn.
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She spreads her mind out a little and feels, very gently out through the dark to where her little copies are. she trusts them implicitly of course - they are essentially her - but it is always worth a check if they need her help. one of the older ones and a very young one are playing mother and daughter in a market looking for more supplies. they play cute to a vendor they have been slowly working for two local weeks. winding him into the snare with little pushes. they turn up two weeks ago and get just some food at first. paid up front with smiles and a gentle leading eye. then they ask for a knife as 'mother' looks scared a little and the child looks tired and unkempt. no there's no trouble she says - just to be safe. he gets them the knife - an old home guard fibre job. they know they've got him then. she comes back a few days later with a nasty bruise without the child for meds and essentials. gets some bone reheal - some cauteriser. no - no trouble she says a fal. makes sure she looks down when she says it. the vendor is old and seems kindly - well chosen. he gives her the stuff free of charge she blushes and runs away. now they are back after a weeks absence to say thankyou and that they are in big trouble now and could he help. she knows she can trust him now she sys. she watches as her copy tells a sad story about the childs father being a stim head and violent - mixed up in rough corrupt stuff - long since fled from - who has found them and is pressing for the little money she has saved up working hard and honestly. could he find then a lasgun she asks - but quietly, the father has powerful, corrupt friends - so no papers - just so she can feel safe. he says he will see what he can do and that she and her daughter are welcome to hide in his lodgings. his eye dilation is right and his pulse has sped up. they're in. later, charmed and seduced he will show them the small arsenal of weapons the old coot has been stock pilling for a revelution some 'friends' of his are planning against the corrupt local governor. she looks through her little copy's eyes at the kind old mans face and reads the corruption his warp shadow has, subtle but a growing cancer in his mind. as soon as they have access to the weapons her girls will have them and she'll allow the smallest copy her first kill in the name of the god emporer.
<-- Finally, level 666! 
