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I'm try-hy-hy-hy-ing..... *sobs*

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The boards looked off because they were too big to be wooden, I've found coffe stirrers and Popsicle sticks are better for "wood boards" at 28mm than large planks of Balsa (without adding guffins to break up the surface.)


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Arizona

Continuing the tale of the Savlar 66th:

Spoiler:
Corr sighed as the bodies of the PDF were arrayed on their bedrolls as casually as possible. Most of them were kids. Freshly drafted to defend their cesspool of a home from whatever the galaxy deigned to throw their way. They were woefully unprepared. And now they were statistics. Stakely, Briggs and Callahan rifled through the pockets of each body in turn, pocketing anything they wanted or felt they could trade aboard the Fortune. Mason knelt by each one in turn, and carefully whispered a prayer for the Emperor to guide them. Corr, was busy fussing at the pilfered PDF uniform he wore. It was still crisp, almost like it had never been worn. New gear was almost non-existent in the Chem-Dogs, everything was salvaged, stolen or just not wanted anywhere else, including the soldiers. The fact that the uniforms would help them blend in among the others was merely a bonus.
“Ooh, nice knife. Hope ya don’t mind if I take it.” Stakely whispered to one of bodies, patting it on the chest as he fastened the knife to his belt. Meanwhile, Callahan had found himself a new pair of boots in his size and promptly replaced his old pair.
“I never had a pair of boots this nice.” he said as he pulled the laces tight.
“Make yourselves comfy. We got five hours until daylight, which means we need to be ghosts in four.” Corr said once the looting had died down. He took a seat next to the hab tent’s airlock and sighed.
“You got first watch, Sarge?” Mason asked as he stood from the final body, making the sign of the Aquila across his chest as he finished his prayer.
“Yeah.” he said. “I’ll wake you in two hours, Mason. Then I’ll get some sleep.” Mason nodded groggily and sprawled on the floor between the cots. Corr looked around and saw the others all bedding down amongst the dead. Corr watched them for several long minutes before his eyes drifted shut and sleep took hold of him as well.


The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridor.
It was happening again.
He knew what was coming, but there was nothing he could do.
Something heavy crashed against the door shaking the entire frame.
Again, and again.
Harder, and harder.
Until, with a final boom, the door fell inward and a cadre of instructors pushed into the room.
“Trooper Corr! What’ve you done?!”
Corr looked up from the body he clutched in his hands at the Progenia instructors that surrounded him.
He hadn’t slept.
How could he after what he’d done.
He slowly looked back down at the young woman in his arms.
She’d been a comrade… a lover… and now?
“I did what had to be done, sir.” He said.
His eyes began stinging as tears worked their way free.
He lightly caressed her cheek.
Suddenly her eyes shot open.
“Why Serevin? Why did you let me die?” she rasped.
Corr opened his mouth to speak, but the shrill blaring of a horn drowned out all but her accusing eyes and the blood trailing from her cut throat.


Corr’s eyes shot open at the sound of a horn blowing. It was a shrill sound and his hands quickly covered his ears. Callahan and Briggs were instantly awake as well, covering their own ears and looking to Corr.
“What the hell is that?!” Stakely shouted.
“It’s our wakeup call! Get up! Get up now!” Corr said as he scrambled to his feet. He stopped and looked over to Mason who was still fast asleep. He pointed to Briggs and then to Mason. “Wake him!” he said as he stepped into the airlock. He pulled the door shut and replaced his mask while it cycled. The door chimed, and before Corr could reach for the handle it opened and a figure in a PDF officer’s uniform stopped just shy of barreling into him.
“Wha-” he managed to croak before Corr grabbed him by the throat. His thumb and fingers dug firmly into the soft flesh and he pulled the man into the airlock and shut the door with his free hand. He didn’t wait for the airlock to fully cycle this time, he threw open the inner door and dropped the man on the floor.
“We’ve got a problem.” He said, shutting the door behind him. The officer coughed and started to push himself to his feet but Stakely was on him at a moment’s notice. He pressed his knee into the man’s back, forcing him back to the floor.
“Hullo there.” He said, as he pulled his new knife from the sheath on his belt. “You picked the wrong tent, pal. This one’s full up.” He grabbed the man by his hair and pulled his head back hard and pressed the blade against the man’s exposed throat. The man squealed as the blade nicked his throat, a bead of blood dribbling down into his uniform.
“What’s happening? Who are you people?” he asked, panic evident in his voice.
“We’re nobody.” Briggs said, staring down at the man.
“Who are you?” Mason asked with a yawn.
“S…Sergeant Emil Nelis… Strontius PDF. Who a-”
“What’s your unit doing out in the swamp?” Corr asked. His eyes were wide with panic and darted between the people he didn’t know, before they fell upon the dead in their bunks.
“Oh… Oh God-Emperor…” he cried, peeling his eyes away from the dead. “Y-you killed them…”
“Focus pal, or we kill you slower.” Stakely said, pressing the knife against his throat just a little harder.
“W-we were deployed by the Governor. Told a large pirate band had landed at the far end of the continent. Most of the PDF is d-deployed to stop them. Small garrisons were set up around the palace to protect the governor.” Briggs sighed, disgusted without how easily this man had spilled their orders.
“What? Pirates? That’s insulting!” Cally said with a smirk as he looked fondly at his new boots. Corr glared and Cally, who shrugged back at him.
“Shut up.” Corr said, before returning his attention to their captive. “What’s the contingent at the Governor’s mansion? How many men? What kind of materiel?”
“I… I can’t… I can’t betray my p-people and my Emperor.” He sputtered. Stakely nicked him again with the knife, drawing another rivulet of blood and a whimper of pain and fear.
“Oh you can, and you will!” Stakely hissed in his ear.
Suddenly there was a banging at the airlock.
“Sergeant Nelis, sir? The senior officers are gathered for this morning’s briefing.” A voice called through the intercom. Stakely’s hand clamped down over the man’s mouth and everybody tensed.
“We haven’t the time for this. Take his vox, his weapons, and tie his hands. We found ourselves a guide.” Corr whispered.
“We should slot him now, Corr. He’ll give us away.” Stakely hissed.
“Orders?” Mason asked, hefting his flamer. Corr pulled Nelis’s vox bead from his ear and crushed it under foot as Stakely grudgingly tied his arms behind his back and took his laspistol, tucking it into his belt.
“We need an exit.” Corr said.
“On it.” Callahan said. He hopped over a cot and drew his knife in one smooth motion. “Masks on kids.” He said as he lifted his own over his mouth and nose. Without waiting, he stabbed into the skin of the tent and pushed down, opening the back of the tent to the harsh atmosphere. He pulled open the flap just enough to peer around. A muddy, empty street met his gaze. The buildings across the street were old, decrepit and, despite the sudden garrison of PDF, still clearly abandoned. At least if the broken out glass windows were any sort of clue. Nestled between them was an alley that now appeared to be the garrison’s garbage dump. Cally pulled open the tent and pointed.
“There’s our exit.”
“Gee dad, it’s such a nice day. Let’s go play outside.” Mason said as he ducked through the hole.
“Mason… I swear...” Briggs hissed as she followed. Stakely quickly shoved their captive outside, laughing as he lost his balance and landed face first in the muck and grime.
“Maybe having him along won’t be all bad.” He said, stopping to admire his handiwork. Cally rolled his eyes and gave him a shove through the opening.
“Move it!” he hissed. Corr lingered a moment longer. He moved to the intercom and pressed the response button.
“Hang on hang on, I just gotta- GRENADE! GRENADE!” he shouted as he pulled a grenade from his belt. He took off at a run for the opening and pulled the pin, dropping the grenade in the middle of the tent as he passed by. It was a standard frag on a five second timer.
One one-thousand.
Two one-thousand.
Thr-
The grenade exploded early, and a pressure wave hit Corr just as he made his dive for the makeshift exit. The tent shredded and caught fire as Corr landed hard in the mud a full six feet further than intended. His ears were ringing and his calf burned. Over the din he could make out a klaxon blaring and panicked shouts. He pushed himself up to his feet, wincing as pain shot up his right leg. He hobbled the last few feet into the alley and disappeared amongst the warrens of detritus.

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Excellent! Like I said before I really love your stories, you give everyone so much character

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Arizona

You gotta man. Can't have several different characters that all act and think the same.

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Arizona

Hello everybody! And welcome back to my P&M blog.

So, I gathered that the left side of my diorama would look a little bare. Not to mention you guys told me so. So I picked up some of these to fill out the open spot.





Now! For some nice teasers.
Click at your own risk.

Spoiler:








I should have it all finished by the end of the week.

Thank you all for watching, and as always I WILL SEE YOU NEXT WEEKEND!

BYE BYE!!!

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Looking good so far. It will be interesting to see this once finished.

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Arizona

No Atheists in Foxholes

The rain had finally stopped.
Guardsman Ryl Alders looked up at the sky. There was still no sun, but Ryl would take his blessings where he could.
This world was horrid. Nearly constant rain and foul-smelling mud dampened more than just clothes. They dampened the mind, and the spirit just as well.
Ryl had seen it first hand. The other night, during a lull in the fighting, Guardsman Jor had taken his own life, saying he'd never see sun again.

Now, he surely never would.

Father Jacobi had been the most distraught. He had seen Jor's distress, and he had done all he could to save the poor lad, but in the end, nothing prevailed.

As Ryl stared at the sky he heard a murmuring at the shrine. He looked over and saw Father Jacobi marching out for morning prayer. He looked solemn, but also at peace. Sergeant Gors, still nursing his broken left arm, moved closer and knelt down in the mud.

"Guardsman, hold my Primer for me." he said softly, pulling a well worn copy of the Primer from a pouch on his belt. Ryl nodded and knelt next to him and held open his Primer. "Guardsmen, gather. Its time." The rest of the squad shambled in. The fighting against the Orks had been costly, and the squad was battered and tired. They gathered around the shrine, little more than a salvaged stone column with a Aquila bolted to the top.

Father Jacobi stood in front of it and held his hand out over the troops.

"Sons, the Emperor knows how hard this is for you. He knows how much you suffer in his name. And he thanks you for your service in his name. But we must keep up the fight my children. We can not allow the green skinned horde to hold this world. This world where men, women and children have been cast down without a second thought. We must fight, and we must win."


Spoiler:































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Arizona

Hello everyone and welcome back to another Sunday Night Update!

Tonight's the night I actually get back into my Savlar Chem-Dogs army, having spent the last couple of months working on my entry for the League's Terrain Competition.

Wish my luck with that.

But ANYWAY, back to the Chem-Dogs.

Tonight, I present to you Sergeant Alek Vinz.



Sentenced to Savlar after he and his unit commandeered a civilian transport during a mission behind enemy lines. The mission was a complete success. however the civilian, the Governor's daughter, was less than enthused about the state of her vehicle when returned (IE destroyed). Sergeant Vinz punched the Governor when he demanded he pay for the damage.







Sadly, that's all I got done this evening, but its something, right? Right???

Aaanyway, thank you all for watch. Subscribe if you enjoy my thread and would like to see more. And as always I will SEE YOU in the next update.

BYE BYE!!!!!

This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2013/07/01 05:18:13


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Berlin Germany

well.... i thought i had a peek here to see if you had done the conversion you wanted to try...

but now i stick to this thread as i see some very cool and motivated work going on here... and it is good to see all those small steps how the shrine got created... lovley piece... and a totally different way to interpret the theme of the comp!...

the whole fluff to your chem dogs needs to be read on a diffrent day tho... currently i am more chatty than in a reading mood via comp but it will happen eventually!

cheers, vik

   
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Arizona

Thank you very much Vik.

No, no conversion yet. All my work is done on Sundays.

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Berlin Germany

*looks at calendar* damn...^^

   
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I've been gone awhile but I've returned and I have to say this looking execellent mate Really love the diorama and all the little touches like the spilt fuel and as usual all the little backstories are top notch

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Arizona

Hello Everybody, my name is xXWeaponPrimeXx and welcome back to my P&M Blog!

So here's the deal guys. Each Sunday is when I post my updates, right? So what I'm gonna try and do is have at least 1 model painted each and every week. I'm not as fast at it as I used to be, so until I'm back in the swing of things.

That being said, I'm gonna fail that this week.

Here's what I did get done.

I started painting Mason.







You may notice I have also added some little details here and there. If not, trust me, I totally did.

Then I added some further details to Needles.





And, of course, as I promise Vic, I tried to mock up an at ease soldier.



Now, firstly, that is not the right arm I wanted. I wanted the hand holding the helmet like the one I used in my diorama. But the one I used in my diorama happens to be the only one I had....so...... yeah.... so let's just call that a placeholder for the time being.





Not great, but I think it meets the idea, right?

Right???


Aaanyway, thank you all for watching. Subscribe if you enjoy my thread and would like to see more. And as always I will SEE YOU in the next update.

BYE BYE!!!!!

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Berlin Germany

actually i had hoped for a more true to the original look... but i like the helmeted arm (which you not have anymore:() but is good to be pointed out nevertheless... and the resting on lasgun arm is one of my favorite too...

the laspistol arm facing downwards gives him a very nonchalantly air! so that looks in itself like a very at ease soldier!...
as for your medic... that head always creeps me out ... but he looks good... tho... does playwise make the servo skull any advantages for the medic? whats with LOS?

also... as for mason... shouldn´t he be called arson? LOL... i never would have guessed to combine the officer legs with the armored chest piece... nice idea and as i recently got me both... i will nick that idea^^...but for the paintscheme... you have yellow, puple and red and black...i think one or two colors less and you would have yourself more of a winning formula ?

cheers, vik

   
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Arizona

Nash: Welcome back man

Vik: The pants will wind up a brown when they're done, which won't be too far from the black of the coat.

The purple is just for the hose to pick it out from everything else.

For that at ease, if you want something more like the traditional one, I can attempt that this evening. It'll be kit-bashed though, so I can fit it into the scheme of my army. Hope you don't mind.

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Berlin Germany

i don´t mind at all^^... any try and hint is greatly apreciated... !

ah i see so the yellow will be a brown later on...

and if i tend to sound too harsh... think nothing of it... i just love to play this creative game here at dakka^^... i never intend to kill any creativity with my ideas and musings

   
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Arizona

You can't strike down my creativity.

If you do it will only become more powerful than you can imagine.

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Berlin Germany

If you do it will only become more powerful than you can imagine.




sorry... but you had it comming

   
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Alabama

hey man read your fluff and like the look of your take on the chem dogs looks great. really like your diorama i dont have the patience for that sort of thing.
your chem dogs has a hogans heros vibe to them in the story and that commissar GRADE A D BAG! just like any good commissar should be.

keep it up and i will be following this with interest, there was another chem dog blog on here but i dont know where it ogt off too or if the op stoped it if i find ill link it so you may get an idea or two for your dudes.

take care and cant wait for this sunday.

Bama
   
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Arizona

Hello Everybody, my name is xXWeaponPrimeXx and welcome to my SECRET WEDNESDAY UPDATE!! Its so secret that I did it without even knowing it!


Aaaanyway.... alabamaheretic, thank you so much for watching, I hope you like what you see and read here.

So here's what I accomplished tonight! I was attempting to do more at-ease guard for Vik, aaaaand things sorta went awry....



They're not so much at-ease as they are....



...they are....



Ya know... I think they just look kinda badass!



This will be the start of my first infantry platoon.



And, of course, I will give them all names and personalities.



After all...



They deserve it.









This guy is my favorite so far.





Thank you all for watching. Subscribe if you enjoy my thread and would like to see more. And as always I will SEE YOU in the next update.

BYE BYE!!!!!


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Berlin Germany

After all...


surley you meant to say...alas i knew him well...

i think i am now a bit ashamed of my self... as i have had during our last conversations commited a translation crime...... in fact i was not meaning to ask you to make an at ease soldier... but rather a guarding or even standing at attention soldier...

but with GW IG legs you have a serious problem right there... as all leg bitz are in movement...darn...

but rest assured... the bunch above looks cool!...and i like the fact that you will give them names and personna... i always think that we play better with these when they have a life... thus we dont shoove them in the meatgrinder so easlily...

   
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Arizona

I plan on sobbing uncontrollably each time one of them dies and telling my opponent the entire backstory of his victims, just so he/she knows just how monstrous their actions have been!

As for on Guard.... yeah... that'd be harder. Maybe cast the straight legs of the at-ease guardsman I used in my dio and then use a regular set of arms from the sprue so that the lasgun is still held across their chest.

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Alabama

looking good, i really digging the catachan bits mixed with the cadians makes them seem more realistic in a way. are there any plans for tanks or armor or anything like tahst in the works for these guys i know that they are criminals but still they are trained soldiers too.

any way good little update keep it rolling man.
   
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Arizona

@alabamaheretic

Yes, actually. But since they're scum and criminals, it'll either be really outdated equipment, or... "salvaged" from the battlefield.

I expect them to be on the orky side a bit.

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Alabama

well even salvaged i think a tech preist would see it restored to some glory before the scum decorated it

any way found that link to the other salvar blog i was talking about heres a linky like i said i dont know what happend but it should provide some useful stuff for you in the for of inspiration.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/538944.page
edited for link

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Arizona

Uhh.... thats a link to a tyranid thread.

And you assume that my army will have tech priests available to check the machines.

Criminal tech priests are made into servitors and servo-skulls. Not Chem-Dogs

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Alabama

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/288926.page


lol sorry here is the right link
very true about the tech priests. well im sure there is at least one tech priest int he regiment but again your army so we will see what kind of shenanigans they get into...
   
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Arizona

Oh yeah! I've seen that one before. Its very kewl. Has hints of quake to me for some reason though.

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