so after a week of mucking about I've got my first unit done:
and here's some close ups of the lascannon team:
also I've got some fluff for this army:
Rogue Trader Albrecht Von Richthofen opened his groggy eyes to what looked to be a makeshift field hospital. The last thing he remembered he was riding along with a caravan of mercenaries tasked with protecting a local noble’s daughter as she traveled to a diplomatic summit in a nearby kingdom. Granted the job was not the best paying, but Albrecht fancied the young woman, and that job was more for personal than business reasons.
Suddenly he felt the stinging sensation of a large callused palm being applied forcefully to the side of his head. “Wake up!” he recognized that voice. It was Duke Rathbone, the father of the woman he had been assigned to protect. The Duke grabbed him by the collar and hoisted him from the straw mattress he had been laying on. “What the hell happened out there? Where’s my daughter?” he shook Albrecht violently continuing to demand answers until the physicians begged him to put the rogue trader down and let him rest, which he did.
Almost as soon as the duke released him Albrecht began to remember what had happened, but not clearly. “Eldar, Eldar.” He kept repeating “they took her, Eldar.” The memories began to flood back to him, as if some dam in his memory had broken. They had been traveling along a road through the great forest that covered most of the planet when they were attacked from all sides by the distinctive whoosh of Eldar shuriken fire. The mercenaries he had hired were quickly cut down in the hail of razor sharp projectiles, and he was knocked off his horse when it took a shot to the sides. All around him his men were dying and he could do nothing about it as he lay helpless on the ground. Then the fire stopped and what looked to be the leader of the ambush knelt beside him. By the looks of her she was a farseer, and standing behind her was the Duke’s daughter, Aredhel.
“tell me again why I shouldn’t just put a round in his head?” the farseer asked her.
“please, I’m begging you, spare him. He’s no threat to you.”
“and what if he tells your father what has happened?” the farseer retorted.
Aredhel knelt down and touched her hand to Albrecht’s forehead. “I’ll cloud his memory of these events; he won’t be able to tell father what has happened.” Albrecht still remembered the touch of her mind when she infiltrated his thoughts and fogged his memory of those events. She was likely unaware that he had been trained to resist psykers, otherwise he likely wouldn’t have been able to remember what had happened.
Back in the hospital Albrecht continued to mutter “Eldar, Eldar!”
The duke slapped him again. “Elder what? Damn it tell me who took my daughter!”
One of the doctors restrained him. “he’s not saying elder, he’s saying eldar. It’s an antiquated term for the elves.”
The duke paused, then collected himself. “when he’s recovered I want him brought to my study, there’s some things we need to discuss.” The duke walked out of the room, a look of worry on his face.
next up I've got some stormtrooper knights I'm working on.