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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

Necronboy wrote:Is it just me or... does the MOTF resemble Dr. Octopus? (I mean this in a good way of course)

By desgn... good observation Necronboy.

@Gir: Yep, hazard stripes... more highlights. Yesterday was "the big fix". Now I can settle in on some details. Going to re-do the Mantis badges, work on the wreath, do some lining to bring up the contrast, add some detail, maybe some OSL. Still tons to do.

   
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Humming Great Unclean One of Nurgle






Mostly, on my phone.

Lovely to see this fella again. Remind us (cos, basically, I'm lazy) - how did you do the glass in the windows?

Theophony"... and there's strippers in terminator armor and lovecraftian shenanigans afoot."
Solar_Lion: "Man this sums up your blog nicely."

Anpu-adom: "being Geek is about Love. Some love broadly. Some love deeply. And then there are people like Graven.

 
   
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Rampaging Reaver Titan Princeps






Bristol

Gitsplitta wrote:@Gir: Thank you sir, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.

@Rogue: Wonderful stuff called Micro Kristal Klear. Trick I picked up from model railroading. Looks like thick white glue. Just spread it across a gap with a toothpick or some such and it dries like a pane of glass.



Not reading 4 posts back is indeed lazy graven.
   
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Humming Great Unclean One of Nurgle






Mostly, on my phone.

Vitruvian XVII wrote:
Not reading 4 posts back is indeed lazy graven.


Damn skim reading + german beer mea culpa

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Theophony"... and there's strippers in terminator armor and lovecraftian shenanigans afoot."
Solar_Lion: "Man this sums up your blog nicely."

Anpu-adom: "being Geek is about Love. Some love broadly. Some love deeply. And then there are people like Graven.

 
   
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Rampaging Reaver Titan Princeps






Bristol

Non ti preoccupare!


Automatically Appended Next Post:
Btw, if anyone sees a page rollover, lego wants you to take a screenshot and post it in the update thread in N&R.

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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

I guess I didn't explain how I got the stained glass effect. I just painted the lines black, which dries leaving a physical border of sorts, then used washes of various colors to create the tinted panels. The black lines kept each tint in it's place.

   
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Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





California + Philidelphia

cool! im going to have to try and buy this stuff

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Scarred Ultramarine Tyrannic War Veteran






I don't know!

I love your Tyho or whatever hes called Gits very cool! The MoTF is looking good too! Btw are you 'tuching up' the modle to make him look better once fully finished?

   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

Yep HAZ, that's the idea. "Unfinished business" as it were.

   
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Fixture of Dakka





6 foot underwater

Great to see this guy getting some more love. Well done for actually picking up a 'done/good enough' piece and re-working bits, even if it was technically a wip, it's too easy to leave them as is.


cyborks & flyboyz : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/300067.page
heretical ramblings : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/302773.page
imperial preachings : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/303365.page
Da Waaagh-ky Races : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/325045.page
Briancj: You have the Mek Taint, MT, and the only thing we can do is watch in horror/amazement.

 
   
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Never Forget Isstvan!





Green Bay, Wisconson

Gitsplitta wrote:I just want to state for the record what utter CRAP last year's paint job on my MoTF was. Seriously... if it wasn't for all the build work and unique parts that went into it, I'd have chucked it in the bin. Couldn't believe it when I took a good, close look at it this morning. It's worth noting that this pic is listed as MoTF WIP3... so it's obviously never been suggested that it was finished. I was also really, really sick when I finished this up for last year's Adepticon. The only reason I actually made it to the event was that Solar_lion showed up at my door and said "just get in the car, I'll do the rest"... and he pretty much did.

So, I'm working on the red first... that and the white bits. We'll see if I can save it.


It's too much of a classic Gits project to " chuck" .. and you didn't have alot of time to finish. Glad to see your going back to do so. With all the technique youv'e picked up this year I sure you will to it justice. It is one of a kind. Stay tuned everyone..

SL

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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

I kind of took the weekend off. Got my boat, then cleaned out 1/2 of the garage so I could put the boat inside (that was a whole day... with probably two or three more to go before it's presentable again). Also played a lot of Fallout: New Vegas. Just had a need to mindlessly shoot things I guess.

   
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Posts with Authority





Boston-area [Watertown] Massachusetts

Downtime is perfectly fine. Plus, come on.

BOAT TIME.

Oh yeahhhhhhhhh.

--B.


Falling down is the same as being hit by a planet — "I paint to the 20 foot rule, it saves a lot of time." -- Me
ddogwood wrote:People who feel the need to cheat at Warhammer deserve pity, not anger. I mean, how pathetic does your life have to be to make you feel like you need to cheat at your toy army soldiers game?
 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

Yeah... I'm hoping next weekend will be nice. Time for a mother's day excursion around Lake Wisconsin & adjoining parts of the Wisconsin River.

   
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Fireknife Shas'el





Reedsburg, WI

Gitsplitta wrote:Yeah... I'm hoping next weekend will be nice. Time for a mother's day excursion around Lake Wisconsin & adjoining parts of the Wisconsin River.


That sounds more like somthing for dad

Wyomingfox's Space Wolves Paint Blog A journey across decades.
Splinter Fleet Stygian Paint Blogg Home of the Albino Bugs. 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

Shhhhhhh!


   
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Lord Commander in a Plush Chair





California + Philidelphia

^lol the best mothers day is when its for the dad

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"Don't worry, Vik! You have all of your internet friends to keep you company! And, as everyone knows, internet friends are at least one step above imaginary friends "-Rawson
"Does an Ork shiiiit green?" "...Rogue! -you rock!" "Damn you too Rogue!""[TTFN]... That means tittyfething right?""Yep, that's me, a two-dollar whore"-Dsteingass
"... but if we all fail together we can make it look like we´ve won actually.." "...to all killers out there...: my face will hit your fist so hard it´s gonna bleed...your fist that is...""lol....OMG... you are a serial""he knows no pain...nor fear^^ he is a riveteer""yep... some of the dakka chaps here sure made the joints of my jaw quite loose...""er... emailsex... now that at least sounds like the perfect safer sex... but i like mine a bit more...wet""do you know what they call a quarter pounder of a buckte full of rivets in france?" "No...what?" "Rivitz royal"-Viktor von Domm
" I expected to hear gak like that from RW, not you Vik... for shame Sir, for shame"-AnUnearthlyChilde
"We are Vik's private collection of muses for the monkey on his back.....""you, guys are worse than my children......"-mxwllmdr
"Singling one out as odd in a =][_= thread is like going into an asylum, pointing at someone at random and saying "that person's insane""-Shrike
 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

It's been WAY too long since I've done a proper P&M Summary. So lacking in any substantive progress with the MoTF... here's a quick update on the last 3 months.


Some cool Adeptis Mechanicus painted by Hits_the_Spot.


And an Inquisitor done by same...


Mantis Warrior Penitent chaplain for Gathering Storm


Apothecary done by Knightley


Brother Ricoh, another GMS marine.


Army shot at about 4000 pts.


Assault Squad #1 - BA style


Assault Squad #2


Sons of Medusa Apoth done by Miss Dee.


Action shot of some assault marines that instigated the first Mantis Warrior Caption Contest!


Mk-1 Vindicator "Minos"


First MW apothecary


Second MW apothecary


Old-school Libby... last minute strip & re-paint.


Completed Adepticon Army


My ego... unchained.


Packed up for Adepticon!


Our Awesome Display made by Solar_lion: helped to earn us 56/60 pts. in both presentation and theme, and a 50th placing over-all which is over 40 slots better than last year!


The army in action in game one of the team tournament at Adepticon.


Couple of clowns... circus must be in town. (Ice Angel and his buddy Steve... team mates & part of the "Wardens of the Maelstrom" family)


Gitsplitta wrote:Here is the book that we presented along with our team display. It was originally bound and locked, with the key being presented to the judges by special order of the Inquisition. I've changed mundane names to dakka screen names for ease of reading. Each major section was it's own page, they are separated by a series of dashes in this document ( ------- ). The book also contained complete army lists, which I won't include here. The original is printed on heavy parchment... this is the best translation I can do for the web.


The Adeptinomicon





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The Badab War

by Rick Priestley
(White Dwarf 101, May 1988)


In 901.M41, as a result of Lufgt Huron's apparent mental destabilisation, the Master of the Tiger Claws and Lord of Badab attacked and destroyed an Imperial investigation fleet as it entered orbit around Badab. Huron's action can be understood with the benefit of hindsight. The Adeptus Mechanicus had long complained of the Tiger Claws' tardiness in submitting gene-seed for routine analysis, whilst the chapter had amassed a huge debt in planetary tithes stretching back over a hundred and fifty years. And when the Imperium moved against its wayward chapter, a full scale rebellion was initiated, the most serious of its kind since the end of the Fourth Quadrant Rebellion in 780.M41.

The Tyrant of Badab, as Commander Huron is known in Imperial histories, was a power-hungry and ambitious individual who should never have risen to power within a Marine Chapter. He was plainly a dangerous individual, able in many respects but lacking the absolute dedication to humanity vital in a Lord of the Imperium. It will never be known for sure, but current hypotheses suggest that the Commander was either an alien shapechanger, or otherwise subject to alien domination of a most unnatural kind. A sudden and unexpected manifestation of psychic powers may lie at the heart of the matter.

By 903 three other chapters, the Mantis Warriors, Executioners and Lamenters had joined the rebellion. Imperial shipping was attacked, and a ship belonging to the Fire Hawks Chapter was captured by the Mantis Warriors in 904. The Fire Hawks immediately retaliated, and soon five whole chapters were involved in the fighting. The Emperor recalled the Marines Errant from the Eastern Fringes, but they quickly found themselves fully occupied protecting Imperial ships in transit.

In 906 two more loyal Marine units, the Red Scorpions and the Minotaurs, had been brought in, and the threat to Imperial shipping was more or less quashed. In 907 the Red Scorpions and Fire Hawks were recalled to their normal service duties in the galactic east, and two more chapters, the Novamarines and Howling Griffons were committed to space-lane duties.

Meanwhile, the Star Phantoms began the task of besieging Badab whilst two other chapters were drafted in to investigate the worlds occupied by the Mantis Warriors and Executioners. The Lamenters were caught in an ambush by the Minotaurs in 908 and eventually surrendered after bloody ship-to-ship fighting. This came as a great blow to the Tyrant, and the rest of the war consisted almost entirely of close sieges. The uprising came to an end in 912 with the fall of Badab and final defeat of the Tiger Claws. Before the war was over, The Exorcists, Fire Angels, Salamanders, Space Sharks and Sons of Medusa all became involved for short periods of time; chapters replacing other chapters as pressures elsewhere necessitated their re-deployment.

With the rebellion over, The Mantis Legion, Executioners and Lamenters were granted the Emperor's forgiveness, subject to undertaking a hundred year crusade. The homeworlds of the Mantis Legion and Executioners were forfeited to the Space Sharks and Star Phantoms for their part in the war. The other legions received salvage rights to spacecraft and a proportion of the booty. The Tiger Claws were all but destroyed. Only a contingent of about two hunded fought their way through the Exorcists' blockade and escaped into deep space. They have not been heard of since. Of the fate of Imperial Commander Lufgt Huron, Master of the Tiger Claws and Tyrant of Badab, nothing is known.

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Listening Post Secondus
(story by Ice Angel)

*file request*
*LPS information*
* request granted… data to follow…*

Listening Position Secondus (LPS)

Throughout the Badab and Endymion Clusters the successful defense grid of the Imperium counted on quick communication between the worlds and its allies. During M39 or possibly late in M38 the pre-Imperial worlds in these areas set up several small networks of listening posts. These stations used a technology that has since been lost to the Imperium but after the formation of the Wardens the use of these stations has greatly improved the response time in the clusters.

These stations once found, have been coveted by the Imperial forces and have proven to be extremely valuable assets. The LPS network is believed to be fully operational, however all logistical and documentation has been kept by the Tiger Claws and the other Warden Chapters. No information on the capabilities or locations has ever been sent to Terra despite dozens of requests by the High Lords.

*end file*

*file request*
*LPS grid*
* granted*

Per ancient text discovered on Cygnax, the Listening Position Secondus grid consisted of twenty one hundred stations throughout the Maelstrom and its surrounding systems. After the establishment of the Wardens these positions of high importance were sought out. Mention of the grid becoming fully operational has been documented in hundreds of reports yet no maps exist of their locations.

It is believed that only a fraction of the original grid has been located and brought to operational level; however the truth will most likely never be known. As the Badab War proceeds, the loyalist’s forces have located several of the LPS stations but all have self-destructed upon discovery.

*end file*

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The Mantis Warriors



by
Gitsplitta

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Mantis Warriors
(story by Ice Angel)

Librarian Artemic knelt hidden, behind a grated panel. The ancient panel was covered in a fine layer of dust and hadn’t moved in a century. The still air around him smelled of aged copper with a hint of mold. He closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. When he opened his eyes his vision fell on the copper-armored marine working steadily on the other side, unaware of Artemic’s presence

For the last hour the marine had been replacing wires and reactivating panels and equipment that dotted the foyer. The marine had taken off his helmet and with diligent effort had made a truly impressive amount of progress. His technical expertise with this ancient equipment was surprising. Where other marines had passed by, this marine continued his quest to awaken the listening station that surrounded them. Clearly this marine from the Minotaur Chapter was determined to fulfill his superior’s orders as fast as possible.

A shout came from the Minotaur’s left. It was in High Gothic and filled with arrogance. Librarian Artemic didn’t flinch at the shout but continued to watch the marine.

“Thane!” the shout came once again. “Is this it?”

The Minotaur reluctantly set down his tools and looked to his left before responding. “No! We need a gamma-eight centrifugal divergent……you…. never mind. I’ll find one.” He got up and stormed off, clearly annoyed at his fellow astartes.

Brother Thane grumbled about his superiors and the lack of proper parts as he began to leave the foyer. Librarian Artemic couldn’t help but smile as he glanced to the floor next to his knee and saw the piece the Minotaur was searching for.

He checked his chronometer. Thirty two more minutes until he could evacuate his hiding place. As much as he despised the idea, he was looking forward to executing his strike on the Minotuars. The war needed to end. Two years ago Artemic was a Tranquility Veteran amongst hundreds of others, now he is leading his own task force. Unfortunately it wasn’t for his deeds in battle or his tactical skill—it was because most of the other veterans had been sent to the Emperor’s side. This war had taken a heavy toll on the Mantis Warriors. Only a handful of veterans were left, some of which sat in silence behind him in the service tunnel. They were his respected comrades, his brothers… but win or lose Artemic knew that this war would have to end soon, or there wouldn’t be any more veterans to turn into captains or any veterans to teach the future of the chapter.

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Order of Battle



Librarian: Brother Artemic
Apothecaries: Brother Tyberian and Brother Trauus
Tranquility Snipers: Sgt. Gnaeus commanding
Assault Squad primus: Sgt. Quintus commanding
Assault Squad secundus: Sgt. Vibius commanding
Vindicator: “Minos”

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The Lamenters



by
Solar_lion

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Lamenters
(story by Ice Angel)

The Lamenter Chaplain Aanasius peaked over the ridge. Before him lay scattered around the rocky spires of the canyon, were signs of the hidden listening station. Two hundred yards ahead of him embedded into a cliff was the entrance to the ancient position. As the war had progressed the use of these ancient devices had become more and more vital to the success of the two sides. The chaplain examined the armor plates of the entrance before his eyes nestled onto a pair of space marines. Their copper colored armor was covered in red trim and symbols of the mythical minotaur. His lip twitched in anger. No other space marine chapter upset him more then the cursed Minotaur Chapter. They seemed to relish fighting other space marines. The Lamenters had already lost many of their numbers to those political pawns.

Calming himself he closed his eyes and refocused. He needed control. Slowly he lowered himself back behind the ridge. Behind him was his small detachment of astartes. Looking over them he saw the strength and power at his disposal. He wished he had more but the war wasn’t going well for the Lamenters as of late. Astartes on astartes combat was always costly and even now the words of Lufgt Huron were beginning to raise more questions then answers. The Chaplain had his doubts but he followed his orders and trusted in the Emperor to guide them through this. As he dwelled on this thought he reviewed his stoic marines. His quiet force was prepared but the typical fervor was gone. They didn’t show it but he felt it. It didn’t take hundreds of years of psychic conditioning to feel the doubt in his men.

A series of hand gestures came down a nearby line of assault troopers as weapons silently came up. The nearby vindicator adjusted several hull mounted cameras. They all waited for confirmation or orders. The Chaplain watched as a yellow and black armored marine seemed to materialize out of a nearby rocky out cropping.

Seeing the Mantis Warrior step out of the rocks gave him some hope. The Lamenter force may have already been defeated had the Mantis Warriors not intervened. After the loss of the listening station the Mantis Warriors were the first to arrive, but instead of investigating as the Lamenters wanted. They hid themselves waiting for the enemy. In typical Mantis style they disappeared amongst the surrounding natural environment setting traps and waiting to pounce.

The Chaplain didn’t know how many were here but seeing the lone marine made him smile. The Mantis Warrior stalked past the vindicator and the assault marines. Several silent greetings were exchanged before the Mantis Warrior stopped before the Chaplain.

Chaplain Aanasius held out a hand in a warriors greeting. “Greeting Mantis, you must be Buzka.”

The camo armored Mantis Warrior grasped his forearm. “Correct, Chaplain Aanasius. My commander apologizes for not coming in person but he is close to our objective and in position to strike from wthin.”

“Excellent.” Chaplain Aanasius quietly spoke. He did indeed want to move and quickly but the thoughts of attacking fellow astartes bothered him once again. “When shall we make our move?”

Sergeant Buzka looked towards the ridge that separated them and their target. “The blast will occur in seven minutes. Prepare your men.” With one final salute he began to walk away. “Continue radio silence, we will attack from the south while you dive at them from the east.”

Chaplain Aanasius watched as the mantis warrior melted into the rocky out cropping and disappeared from sight. With a simple left handed gesture his marines slowly crept towards the top of the ridge. They were spread out behind separate rocks and outcroppings, climbing as much as they dare. None looked over the top for fear of being spotted.

Aanasius walked down from the ridge towards an awaiting Stormraven. At his approach its engines began to warm up. As he reached the forward hatch the Stormraven he peered into the darkness of the opening at five white armored marines. They were restrained to the walls and were unmoving. He sensed their anger, he sensed their rage. They had been restrained and unable to move sense their last engagement. Their battle lust never sated, they waited once again for the Chaplain to unleash them.

Pushing thoughts of the death company aside he turned around to peer out the still open forward hatch. He hadn’t bothered to close it. With a thought, orders were issued. The raven leapt into the air, the vindicator began to move out as the hidden assault marines crested the ridge and flew towards the outpost.

Seconds before passing over the ridge an urgent icon from Brother Frealm blinked in his HUD. Consulting the map in his HUD he realized Brother Frealm was either in error or they were in trouble. Risking a look, Chaplain Aanasius ordered the Raven higher.

The listening station was the same as it was before but now several units of gray armored marines could be seen marching across the plateau to the north of the station. Numbers and tactics filled his thoughts. He pictured the oncoming explosion. The minotaurs down below would have to wait. The new enemies above the station would be their primary target or they would hold the superior position.

At seven seconds left, Chaplain Aanasius altered his detachments orders. He took in the view once more, observing the deployment of his adversaries. His men adjusted instantly.

As the yellow Stormraven adjusted its trajectory, the gray armored Carchodons began to bring up their weapons when the explosions erupted between them. Metal, fire, and a wave of heat passed over him during his descent. With a thought the restraints on the death company released, astartes or not, his enemies would pay. 

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Order of Battle



Chaplain: Blood Father Aanasius
Death Company: The Lost
Death Company Dreadnought: Brother Matthias the Unmovable
Assault Squad alpha: Sgt. Marcus commanding
Assault Squad beta: Sgt. Gabriel commanding
Vindicator: “Bringer of Sorrows”
Storm Raven: “Hammer” 

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The Minotaurs



by
Briancj

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Minotaurs
(story by Ice Angel)

The auspex flew across the room and smashed into the steel wall of the control room. The hardy piece of war equipment clattered to the floor. Despite the inhuman strength of Librarian Tavros Spathi the auspex stayed in one piece. Tavros stood tall and monitored the fallen auspex with contempt.

Suddenly the Librarian began to pace back and forth in the room in front of a Minotuar assault squad that lined one wall awaiting orders. They stood perfectly still at parade rest, weapons were sheathed, their plumed helms were staring forwards.

After another glance at the damaged auspex Tavros stalked over to the window. The ancient pane of thick rubber glass was only two feet tall but ran the length of the room. Leaning on a console Tavros looked out over the rocky outcroppings before him.

“Why do they ignore our calls?” he asked to no one in particular. “What is the purpose of sending a detachment of Carchodons to our position?” he pondered.

“Dranicus, repair your auspex and continue to hail them.” Tavros ordered without looking back.

The Librarian heard the slap as the marine saluted and then quickly retrieved the broken device. Without a word he quickly took it apart and began the repairs.

Tavros sneered at the thought of dealing with the Carchodons face to face. His superiors deemed them allies but after hearing about their actions and tactics, Tavros despised them. Then again, he despised any one that wasn’t a Minotuar. Suddenly a thought filled his mind. His sneer began to contort into a grin.

Maybe the Carchodons weren’t as loyal as his commanders thought. The approach of the gray armored marines might turn into an amusing situation. Not a signal of any kind felt suspicious.

Spinning around the Librarian reviewed his assault squad. Squad Apateonas stood perfectly still, prime examples of astartes training and obedience. A side glance brought his attention to Dranicus.

“On second thought Dranicus, complete your repairs but do not hail the Carchodons. Clearly they don’t want to chat.” With several taps on his forearm communications controls he spoke again. “Be on alert for approaching Carchodons, intentions unknown. Do not hesitate if they prove……. hostile.”

Tavros felt a surge of warp energy as the thought of engaging the ferocious Carchodons tickled his lust for battle. “Squad Apateonas, with me.” He spat through his grin.

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Order of Battle



Librarian: Brother Tavros Spathi
Apothecaries: Brothers Marvo Kirkenizo and Foteinos Komistis
Assault Squad Apateonas: led by Sgt. Tyligo
Assault Squad Aspida: led by Sgt. Sfyri
Baal Predator: “Theristis”
Whirlwind: “Drepani”

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The Carcharodons



by
Mr. Malevolent

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Carcharodons
(story by Ice Angel)

The engines of the Thunderhawk briefly roared before reaching its needed elevation. Only the whisper of the wind could be heard it sped off into the distance. The massive dreadnought watched it depart away from their flank before turning towards the units of marines ahead of him. “May the Emperor watch over you” his deep voice boomed as he resumed his march. None of the marines nearby paid him any heed. Once the march resumed no one spoke, only the steps of marines and the dreadnoughts heavy strides broke the silence.

On top of a rocky plateau the detachment of Carchodons moved towards the listening post. Brother Nikon, also known as Ancient Nikon or the Ancient Hunter, strode forward on powerful legs. He thought of all the planets his legs had stepped on, all of the ships he had traveled in. He then pondered how many legs he’d gone through in his long history as a marine and dreadnought of the Carchodon force.

As his massive and long strides took him towards yet another objective he looked around at his brethren. He knew they respected him and looked up to him, but over the past century he’d felt increasingly distant from his free-standing brethren.

Purple skies, orange plant life, cliffs of obsidian, geysers of liquid mercury, and countless alien structures flooded his thoughts. The sounds of alien life and unexplainable machinery flickered through his mind as if a memory filled concert was about to start. The bizarre smells of countless battlefields passed through his consciousness before a jab of sorrow interrupted his revelry. Ancient Nikon slowed for a brief moment as he realized he hadn’t smelled a battlefield in centuries. Nor had he smelled the tang of weapon oil, the once familiar stench of hydrolic fluid, not even his own genetically altered sweat. If he could have smiled he would have, but he silently laughed to himself as he realized he hadn’t sweat in several centuries either.

He reviewed his marines once again. His detachment commander, Librarian Cruviel “The Shadow Maw” was in front of him. Nikon stared at the back of Cruviel’s head. The Librarian turned around and met his gaze before turning back towards his march. Cruviel was agitated and Nikon knew it… but Nikon knew better than raise the subject unprompted. The edge of the plateau began to come into sight over the uneven rocky area. The mission’s parameters, objectives, and maps began to replace his ancient memories. Weapon systems rechecked themselves as he prepared for the upcoming engagement.

The likely Minotaur positions appeared in his heads-up display as did the known locations of the Lamenters. The count-down signal that they had intercepted appeared at the bottom of the HUD. Cruviel himself had broken the cipher and determined its meaning. As they approached the position he noticed the Minotaurs hadn’t withdrawn as they’d expected.

Nikon looked down at Cruviel once again.

Regardless of Nikon’s age and capabilities he wasn’t in a position to question orders or motives, but it seemed that the Carchodons didn’t plan on warning the Minotaurs of the hidden Lamenters and their impeding attack.

The units of Carchodons began to spread out. Still nothing had been spoken, their orders having been issued hours ago. Everyone knew their roles. The Red Brethren moved to Nikon’s left. The Devourers of Tranquility moved right. The Obliterators along with the Shadow Maw and himself continued forwards.

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Order of Battle



Librarian: Cruviel "The Shadow Maw"
Apothecaries: Corpse Takers Brothers Typho, Demius and Archelo
Assault Squad: “Obliterators“ in Drop Pod
Assault Squad: “Devourers of Tranquility” in Razorback
Assault Squad: “Red Brethren” in Razorback
Dreadnought: “Nikon the Ancient”

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Finis


My version of Tycho.



Thanks for sticking with me! 300 pages is coming up and frankly I've got nuttin' planned to celebrate it. Will try to get my MoTF done by then.

Best,
Gits

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Fixture of Dakka





6 foot underwater

Ah, the old 'I have nothing new to show, so I'll put up a bunch of old stuff' trick hey?

Nice to see the recent progress all together, and I have to confess, I missed that chappy first time around (or at least I can't recall catching it ) - very nice.

Four pages to go and you've nothing planned yet? That gives you what, just under 24 hours to come up with something
It's a job for Gitsplitta Bauer!

cyborks & flyboyz : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/300067.page
heretical ramblings : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/302773.page
imperial preachings : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/0/303365.page
Da Waaagh-ky Races : http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/325045.page
Briancj: You have the Mek Taint, MT, and the only thing we can do is watch in horror/amazement.

 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

Actually the pages move a lot slower now-a-days. That's OK... I think I'm moving a lot slower too.

   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut







Is there a 300 page limit?

"dave you are the definition of old school..." -Viktor Von Domm My P&M Blog :
It's great how just adding a little iconography, and rivets of course, can make something look distinctly 40K-adamsouza
"Ah yes, the sound of riveting.....Swear word after swear word and the clinking of thrown tools" "Nope. It sucks do it again..."- mxwllmdr
"It puts together more terrain, or else it gets the hose again...-dangledorf2.0
"This is the Imperium, there is no peace, there are only rivets" -Vitruvian XVII
"I think rivets are the perfect solution to almost every problem"- Rawson
More buildings for the Building God! -Shasolenzabi
 
   
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The Hammer of Witches





cornwall UK

Its probably for the best gits - Your blog may have swallowed up the whole internet if it had kept accumulating as fast as it used to!

   
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Hoary Long Fang with Lascannon





Green Bay, WI

Great stuff all around! I really love your work. It really is an inspiration.

By the way, did you ever paint up that SoB Canoness for your command squad?

Dying's the easy way out. You won't catch me dying. They'll have to kill me before I die!

Yellowbeard's Project Log 
   
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Powerful Irongut





On a sombreo, wearing a deckchair.

It's always nice to see the progress you've made. Loving the full Adepticon stuff there.

The painting was rather good overall.

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2nd Rule of Cooking: EVERTHING, can be wrapped in Bacon.

Regnak wrote:interesting stuff although I'm disappointed that Squats failed to make the 6th Ed box
 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

@mt: yes, an old ruse... but a good one!

@dstein: You'll have to tell me... you're involved in a couple of blogs that grow pages each day, you'll rocket by this one in no time!

@weety: Perhaps... somewhere there's an entire DOD server dedicated to absorbing this blog once dakka is used up!

@Yellowbeard: I have very specific plans for her thanks to Nicorex... stay tuned!

@Lorna: Thanks, I thought so too!

   
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..with my luck, 'd end up being accidentally responsible for breaking Dakka..Then they would televise my execution.

"dave you are the definition of old school..." -Viktor Von Domm My P&M Blog :
It's great how just adding a little iconography, and rivets of course, can make something look distinctly 40K-adamsouza
"Ah yes, the sound of riveting.....Swear word after swear word and the clinking of thrown tools" "Nope. It sucks do it again..."- mxwllmdr
"It puts together more terrain, or else it gets the hose again...-dangledorf2.0
"This is the Imperium, there is no peace, there are only rivets" -Vitruvian XVII
"I think rivets are the perfect solution to almost every problem"- Rawson
More buildings for the Building God! -Shasolenzabi
 
   
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Decrepit Dakkanaut






Madison, WI

I love your profession by the way. Is there every any use for those things in the game?? (the toy ones)

   
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What?...you too good for the "200" Club now Big-shot??
Nuka Cola trucks? ..Rock-it launcher ammo apparently

This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2012/05/08 21:32:34


"dave you are the definition of old school..." -Viktor Von Domm My P&M Blog :
It's great how just adding a little iconography, and rivets of course, can make something look distinctly 40K-adamsouza
"Ah yes, the sound of riveting.....Swear word after swear word and the clinking of thrown tools" "Nope. It sucks do it again..."- mxwllmdr
"It puts together more terrain, or else it gets the hose again...-dangledorf2.0
"This is the Imperium, there is no peace, there are only rivets" -Vitruvian XVII
"I think rivets are the perfect solution to almost every problem"- Rawson
More buildings for the Building God! -Shasolenzabi
 
   
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Executing Exarch





Alabama

hey gits like the big update good to see all the stuff you worked on in one healthy post. glad you had a good time at adepticon im actually planning on saving some money to go next year as a vacation for me. at any rate keep up the awesome work. by the by i really love your redemption chaplain. I have a thing for chaplain models any way but he is too cool for school.
   
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Rampaging Furioso Blood Angel Dreadnought




Potters Bar, UK

beautiful update Gits, shows just how much came together for Adepticon as well (nice work Wardens )

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