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^ In the RA list, using them as flak troopers eh? Smart!

Kudos to you sir for the great work so far!

It seems this RA army is turning into the army of things I like, because I've totally ripped this next bit off fluff off:
Announcer: we interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you a message from your hero, The Black Shadow.
Black Shadow: My quest to return this planet to its golden age began many years ago. When I was a boy, my family and I lived on a small farm. We weren't rich, but it was a happy time. Then Valarian came with his psyker goons who extorted my father. One day, my father confronted one of them, but when he did, that psyker took my family from me. Then, he took my face. I've been forced to hide behind a mask ever since. Valarian’s power is his psykers, a power which he uses to oppress average humans like me and you. But that is about to change. I know you have been wondering, "What is the Revelation?" You are about to get your answer. Since time immemorial the emperor has guarded and protected humanity, and he has spoken to me. he says it is time to take this planet back. That is why he has chosen me to usher in a new era of prosperity. He has granted me a power to take away a psykers ability…. Permanently.
(two armored guards lead a prisoner onto the stage)
Black Shadow: Now, for a demonstration. Please welcome, Zolt Nepherties, the commander of the reeducation camp outside the city, and a psyker. Zolt has amassed a fortune by extorting and abusing non-psykers. But his reign of terror is about to come to an end. Now, in the interest of fairness, I will give Zolt the chance to fight to keep his psyker powers.
(the guards release Zolt who begins throwing lightning bolts at the Black Shadow, who in one leap pins Zolt against the ground. Black Shadow places two fingers and a thumb on Zolt’s temples and the lightning around zolt begins to fade, and he falls to the floor passed out.)
Black Shadow: his abilities are gone, forever. The era of psyker domination of this planet is over, a new golden age has begun!


also I've got a vendetta done, as well as another half done. there will be fluff when they're both done:

and here's how I attached the lascannons to the wings:

I just put a piece of plasticard between two lascannons.

also I've got a second griffon done:

fluff will follow.

MMM griffons.... tasty

looking good man. that last piece of fluff was kind of quirky.

Like I said it was a cut and paste job with some names changed, the black shadow needed an introduction and I couldn't think of a good original one so i ripped off the legend of korra. That speech he gives is literally amon's speech. It works but honestly I've been a bit off my writing game the past couple of days. I blame my lack of caffeine.


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Just got some more fluff fleshing out Katia and Vlad I wrote before class:
Vlad Medvedev lit the candle that sat on the table in his room at the public house. It seemed sacrilegious to be dining on delicacies while most of his people starved, so he and Katia were eating the refined protein rations that had become so common since his father has been overthrown. To avoid suspicion he had checked into the room under his mother’s maiden name of Adama. He sat down at the table across for Katia. “interesting speech you gave tonight, how are your people going to feel when they figure out the story you told wasn’t true?”
“they won’t, no one has to know that myself and the black shadow are the same person. That’s the beauty of a mask. When the time is right I will reveal myself and the black shadow will hand over power to me.” he took a sip of the vodka that this planet was known for, which had stayed in abundance because that was what the tithes were paid in. “so you know my story, what’s yours? I don’t even know your real name yet.”
“well my name is Katia, my full name is Katarina Oleg Reznove, daughter of Valarian Reznove and Katrina Oleg.” Vlad spit out his vodka. She had said it so nonchalantly, and yet she was the daughter of the man he was trying to overthrow. “oh don’t worry I have my reasons to want my father dead. My birth was not exactly consentual, my father wanted a psyker child to inherit his throne, but when I was born normal he sent my mother to his menagerie.”
“his menagerie?”
“it’s his private zoo of mutant horrors, he sends people there who displease him. His “keeper” Dr. Moreau gives them an injection that mutates them into half beast mutants and puts them in cages for my father’s inner circle to gawk at. One day my brother and I hope we can save our mother and the others from their fate.”
“that’s terrible, I’m so sorry.”
“don’t be, be angry, channel your anger and use it to serve the Emperor. A wise man one told me that.”
“who?”
“an inquisitor by the name of kasmerov. He also said: enjoy the time you have, because tomorrow you may be dead.”
Vlad raised his bottle. “I’ll drink to that.”

EDIT: I've got some real fluff on the Viking IG pay attention this one is important:
Arthur and Ingrid approached the worn down cabin outside Sylbrook, this was where the journal had led them, the last known location of the couple who’s love ignited this war. As they approached the cabin they could see signs of a long over struggle, the skeleton of a man in rusted chainmail lay on the porch, around him were several other skeletons. “that doesn’t look like a good sign for the heir’s survival.” Alfred said.
“no it doesn’t.” Ingrid replied. They entered the cabin and found the bones of what looked like a woman in a dress hanging from the side of a crib. “it looked like she died trying to protect whatever was inside that crib.”
“probably the heir.”
“quite right young thane.” Said a voice from behind them. They spun around and drew their weapons. Behind them was a man in green robes with a long grey beard.
“Himdal?”
“hello Ingrid.” The man said. She lowered her sword and embraced the man. “tell me what brings you here?” he asked her.
“we’re looking for the heir of two thrones.” Alfred said.
“then I’m afraid your search is in vain.” Himdal replied.
“he’s dead isn’t he?” Ingrid frowned.
“oh no, she is quite alive little one, she is you.”
“WHAT!” Ingrid stammered.
Himdal approached the bones of the woman. “do you remember your locket, the one you’ve always had?” he asked her.
“you mean the on with the picture of my parents?”
“precisely.” She took a small locket out from around her neck and opened it. inside was a small painting of a man and a woman holding their hands together. On the woman’s finger was a sapphire ring, the same as the one on the skeleton.
“by the emperor, they’re my parents.” She stammered. “why didn’t you tell me who I was?”
“you weren’t ready, but now you are. The plans are coming to fruition, if you had revealed yourself before the proper time you would have been killed, but now through our guiding hand everything is in place. an army is gathering at the most defensible place on the planet: the silver pinnacle. Now with our help you can fulfill your destiny and reclaim this planet for its people.”
“and just who is we?” Alfred asked.
“why the untotten of course, we’ve been manipulating events on this planet with the overall goal of returning the throne to its proper heir.”
“and why did you attack the astates?” Alfred asked.
“because we needed them at the pinnacle, and there were no casualties correct? No harm no foul.”
“so what do I do now?” Ingrid asked.
“I will announce you through all our communication channels, with any luck the dynasties will come for you. in the pinnacle you will be safe, and when their resources are exhausted you will lead the counterattack to drive them from this planet once and for all.”
“sounds like you’ve planned this out.” Alfred said.
“yes many years ago.” Himdal replied.

I'm about to go to bed, so I figured I should post what I've been working on today before I hit the hay:

(from left to right: Rebel Trooper, CQB Trooper with shotgun, Black Hand Trooper with meltagun)
I seem to have drifted more into the Tiberium universe, as these guys gave me a distinctive Nod feel.


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Interrogation report of one Katia, terrorist agent
My lord our psychic interrogations of this prisoner have revealed much about the command structure of the terrorist origination known as the Brotherhood of the Sword.


Their primary agents are simple rebel militants. They are trained en mass at secret camps located under the ice wastes. They are then assigned to cells in our cities where they plan and plot operations mostly independent of each other. Beware, some are armed with special weapons.


Each cell is led by a member of a more elite organization within the brotherhood known as the Black Hand. they would be considered officers in our military. They are also the only link a cell has with the larger command structure. It is advised that we eliminate Black Hands first to sever the cells link with their chain of command.


It seems that the black hand also has its own cells specializing in rapid assault and close quarters combat. It seems that these are probationary members of the Black Hand, either still in training or waiting to be given a cell. Advise caution, they are lethal in close quarters and they have been trained to remove all fear from their minds.


In the upper echelons of the black hand are what is known as “Sword Brothers.” They are the bodyguards of important members and are armed with much better weapons than their fellow members. Do not target them directly, instead target their charge, they will sacrifice themselves for that charge making it easier to eliminate them.


It seems that this organization even has its own version of a commissar, they call them confessors, and their purpose is the same.

As for the status of the prisoner, it has been requested that she be transferred to the menagerie. The doctor was quite happy to see her when she arrived.

some fluff on how they rescued Katia, and what her model looks like:
Vladimir Adma entered the “menagerie” accompanied by Valarian the second. The room was decorated with gilded opulence, sumptuous carpets lay in the spaces between cages holding all sorts of half man-half beasts. In the corner was a man in a stained lab coat. He looked up from whatever he was scribbling on a piece of paper and jogged over to the pair. “Ah, Mr. Alfred Adama, so nice to meet you.” Vladimir had used his cousin’s name to avoid suspicion and had entered the palace with the ruse of wanting to establish trade relations with the planet, he was lucky no one remembered his mother’s maiden name, or her affiliation with the dynasty.
“like my father, Mr. Adama is a collector of exotic pets.” Valarian said. “I thought he would be interested in seeing your collection.”
“Oh it’s not a collection, this is my life’s work!” Exclaimed the doctor. “you see humans are stuck in an evolutionary rut, we need to adapt to survive, but at the same time we cannot sacrifice our humanity. So I’ve created a workaround. Come I just had a new patient come in, your sister Katrina.” He scurried away towards a cage containing a massive cocoon. “I think your line holds the key to my research. I’ve already learned so much from your mother, now I think I’ve perfected this process with your sister.”
“so I’m told you inject them with something and they mutate?” Vlad asked.
“oh no Mr. Adama, the injection just prepares their body to interface with the grafts. Once they are injected they are put in a chrysalis filled with programed bio matter. The grafts literally grow onto them, interfacing with the nervous system and senses. Underneath they are still human. Eventually I plan to be able for them to put the grafts on and off like you would a coat or a pair of pants, and I think your sister may be the first one I’m capable of doing that to. When she emerges I will analyze her and see if I can remove the grafts.”
“and just what did you hybridize my sister with doctor?” Valarian asked.
“ah yes, animals with endoskeletons are much too hard to remove, so I’m working with bugs now. Your sister has received grafts from the quad-eyed segmented arachnid of galvex prime. We should be able to see the results any minute now.”
The chrysalis began to shake like something inside of it was waking up. “Valy, Vlad, is that you?” a hissing voice came from inside the chrysalis.
“I’m here sis, but it’s not Vlad it’s his cousin Alfred.”
“Really? you sound just like him. Oh I wish he was here, I’m scared, and I just want him to hold me like he did that night I got shot.”
“It’s ok I’ll tell him you said that.” Vlad said. Vlad exchanged a knowing look at Valarian, who stuck his hand in his pocket and fidgeted with his ring. They were both thinking the same thing: chances were they were going to be double in-laws.
The Cyrsalis began to shake again and bulge in the middle as what looked like four talons struggled to free themselves from its embrace. Then with a ripping sound the chrysalis tore open, and a spider-like figure fell to the ground in front of it.


“by the empeor!” she hissed. “I’m a freak!” she burst up and used her new spider legs to climb up to the ceiling of the cage where they couldn’t see her. “go away.” She moaned.
“oh but you’re beautiful.” The doctor said.
“actually I’d have to disagree.” The click of a bolt pistol cocking came from behind the doctor. Valarian stood behind him pointing a bolt pistol at his neck. “fix her, or I’ll fix you.” he said.
“I wish I knew how.” The doctor smirked. “and if you kill me you’ll never find out how to remove the grafts.”
“quite right, that’s why you’re coming with us.” Vlad said removing a pair of armored gloves from his belt and placing them on his hands. He made a rising gesture with his right hand and the doctor lifted up into the air, clutching his neck as if someone was strangling him.
“you’re a psyker!” the doctor gasped.
“no, these gloves let me manipulate the water in your body. You’re my puppet until I say so. Now you’re going to open the cells and then you’re coming with us.”
EDIT: we now continue where we left off:
The cells of the menagerie slid open as Vlad used his aqua gloves to force the doctor to use the retinal scanner. The mutants, or were they mutants, began to step out of their cells. There was an uproar as they began to scream, squawk and make other sounds, then it all went to hell. The creatures began to turn on each other, letting their animal instincts overtake them. Some of them began to close in on Vlad and the doctor. “you really shouldn’t have done that.” The doctor said. “most of them have gone feral, I only have one patient who hasn’t lost her mind.” as the creatures closed in Vlad prepared to sever their spinal cords with his aqua gloves. Then the sound of shotguns burst from the intake door. Valarian the second was there with a squad of Black Hand members armed with shotguns.
“I didn’t actually believe him when he said they were feral all these years, I guess you were right doctor.” Valarian said. “waiting on your order to put them down.”
“do it!” Vlad ordered. The Black Hands began the grim work of cutting the feral patients down. When the work was done there were only two patients left, both still in their cages. One was a moth woman, and the other was Katia, who had fled into the dark roof of her cell and had enveloped it in web. One of the Black Hands leveled his shotgun at the moth woman.
“permission to terminate sir?”
“denied.” Valarian said. “that’s my mother, I can assure you she’s not feral.” The moth woman cowered in the corner of her cell. Valarian approached her. “mother, it’s ok, you’re free, but he got Katia.”
“oh Emperor.” The moth woman cried. “she hasn’t gone feral has she?”
“I don’t know.” Valarian called out to his sister: “Katia, are you alright?”
The only response he got was a hiss from the top of the cell. A Black Hand stepped into the cell and scanned the ceiling webs. “nothing sir.” As he spoke those words a beam of web shot out of the ceiling and pulled the man into the darkness. He screamed as she pulled him to an unknown fate. The other black hands prepared to fire on every point in the ceiling.
“wait, rock salt rounds only, we need her alive.” Vlad said.
The black hands loaded the rock salt rounds and sprayed the top of the cell with rock salt fire. The unconscious body of Katia and the black hand fell to the floor.
“take them to the extraction point, and plant the cover-up charges I want this place to be a smoking crater.”
“yes sir!”




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(a pamphlet is posted on the wall)
Attention
The people of Volstog no longer need to fear the terrorist known as the “Black Shadow.” He is no more, he has been apprehended and terminated by administration forces fleeing from a wing of the palace in the company of two mutants and his bodyguard. He has been identified as a vagrant drifter. Public viewing of the body is available for a throne in Freedom Square.
(written below the poster is a graffiti saying “the Shadow lives in death!”)

The five long fangs were enjoying themselves guzzling ale as they performed lookout duty on the landing pad of the silver pinnacle. The four oldest ones were having a good time, the youngest not so much. “I don’t see how you can enjoy just sitting here.” he complained. The others just laughed.
“pup when will you get it in your thick skull that this is a very cushy assignment?” their leader said.
“really? we’re sitting here drinking when we should be out winning glory in battle!” there were rumors that this one had been promoted by Toki as vengeance on the squad leader for being beaten in a drinking completion, because the kid seemed more like a blood claw than a long fang.
“ok you want to win glory in combat how about this,” the squad leader pointed to a giant falcon circling around the tree line. “see that mountain roc? I think it looks like a fine meal, go catch it and bring it back here so we can cook it.”
“does it look like I have wings? How do you expect me to catch a giant bird?”
“well you’ve got a missile launcher right? Use your brain.” The neophyte squad member shouldered his missile launcher and loaded a flash-bang missile.
He zeroed in on his target. “bye, bye birdie!” he pulled the trigger and the missile streaked off right past the bird and off into the distance.
“wow, can’t even hit a bird with a guided missile. I’m starting to believe the rumors about you.” just then an explosion ripped the air off in the distance where the missile went.
“guys, we’ve got company!” the youngest said. “I’ve got three avengers escorting nine Valkyries on my scope.” The long fangs dropped their revelry and picked up their missile launchers, the squad leader manned a quad gun.
“alright pup, you wanted action you got it. take out the avengers first, I’ll focus on the Valkyries.”



EDIT: ops forgot to include the count so far: Samurai: 1685 / Viking: 1335 / Rebels: 1435 (with handicap)

also here's what's happening on Volstog:
Records of Magos Biologis Katrina Oleg, subject Katia Reznove, status: feral. Subject emerged from chrysalis before grafts fully developed, as such mind has gone feral and grafts have developed further. Spinnerets have further developed. Mouth is no longer visible, assuming digestive track has developed to accommodate a more arachnid diet. Optical nerves have connected themselves to quadruple eyes in center of face. Carapace has grown to cover all epidermis, web like topknot has replaced hair. As soon as possible I will begin procedure to remove carapace with aid of removal serum. In the meantime I must submit myself to the removal process to make sure it works before I try it on Katia. The med-servitor is ready, if I do not survive Vladimir if you’re listening to this I’m sorry you need to put her down. Servitor end recording.


Also there's stuff going on on shinshima:
to the desk of Shogun Rogue Trader Shiro Adama
Origin: Magos Inari Turing
Shiro, great news: our armor just arrived! the last shipment had two vendettas, two griffons, and that stormraven Dostoyevsky was talking about. at this point all we need is one more platoon and we should be ready to go on the offensive.

Sweet..... i hadnt really paid attention to ur fluff before( sorry) but now im regretting doing that imma get on reading the rest right now.. good job.

Oh it's ok if you don't read the fluff, but my skills are more in modeling and fluff writing, not painting. so if you don't read the fluff you only get half the quality content. speaking of fluff before I go to bed here's an update on Katia:
Records of Magos Biologis Katrina Oleg. Procedure worked, my carapace has been removed and I am capable of donning and removing it and integrating it with my nervous system without any ill effects. Will perform procedure on Katia, and hopefully that will return her mind to her. preparing the emperor’s peace just in case. Servitor end recording.

now here's another question: what happened to Vlad? the authorities did indeed kill the Black Shadow that night they rescued Katia, but what happened to Vlad? is that his body on display for anyone with a throne to view, or did he somehow cheat death? find out tomorrow.

also just an update: I'm currently working on finishing the samurai IG, even though they have the most points (so sue me). mostly because I need Shiro to take on the mantle of Black Shadow in the finale of the rebel storyline. which is probably making you wonder what happened to Vlad even more (I know I am).


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alright it's before class, so it's fluff time:
Whatever your definition of a bender was, Dr. Moreau was on one. His life’s work was dead or escaped, his lab was no more, and all he had left was he bottle in his hand and the clothes on his back. As he stumbled from one bar to the next he took repeated swigs from his bottle that had become his only friend. On a nearby rooftop a spider like mutant leveled a sniper rifle at the “good doctor”. She aimed for his legs, attempting to hit the femoral artery. A shot rang out and the doctor fell clutching his leg. Then another and the doctor’s shoulder exploded in a burst of gore. She paused her shots, watching him through her scope as the doctor’s life bled out onto the pavement. “goodbye doctor, see you in hell.” Katia hissed.

Intercepted communications between Brotherhood Agents
“princess”: Princess calling crawler, crawler come in. over
Crawler: we read you princess, what do you have to report? Over
“princess”: the holo recording didn’t lie, my father did indeed leave something for us. The Returned are indeed real. Over
Crawler: you’re kidding, can you confirm their existence? Over
“princess”: do you want to talk to one of them?
Unknown mechanical voice: we are indeed real, we are the Returned, saved from true death by inquisitor Medvedev to continue to serve the imperium. We await his child’s call to serve.
“princess”: over
Crawler: by the emperor! How many are there? over
“princess”: I count about a company’s worth. As soon as you get some generators out here we can start waking them up. over
Crawler: understood, moving to your position. out

Anastasia entered the now lit bunker alongside Valarian the second. they both wore the uniforms of the ice nomads she had been living with since her father was overthrown. as soon as her foot crossed the doorway a mechanical voice came over the speakers. "Medvedev detected, name: Anastasia. rank: princess. transferring control procedures to her now.”
“who’s there?” they readied their weapons.
The mechanical voice came again, this time over the vox integrated into their helmets. “I am legion for we are many.” A panel slid open next to them, revealing a circular room with a set of mechanical arms hanging from the ceiling. “please step into the fitting room.”
“fitting for what?” she asked the voice.
“a cyber-neurological command interface. Now please step into the fitting room.” The power armored legs of her nomad suit began to move on their own, walking her towards the room.
“Valy help!” she screamed.
Valarian raised his weapon looking for some control interface to shoot at. “please do not take aggressive action, you are expendable.” Valarian’s suit froze up, and then it aimed his own weapon at his head. Anastasia was in the room now, and the mechanical hands grabbed her by her waist, her arms, and her legs, raising her into the air. “beginning access to target areas.” Two saws lowered from the ceiling and began cutting away at her suit, stripping her naked. She struggled as the arms held her tight above the ground. Valarian could only watch. “beginning implantation.” A large needle lowered from the ceiling and stabbed her in the neck. She screamed as the needle withdrew, leaving a bio mechanical interface jack behind. “Implanting ocular display.” Two smaller needles lowered and stabbed her near her tear ducts, and her eyes turned an unnatural shade of pure green. “interfacing and data transfer beginning.” A mechedendrite snaked out of the wall and plugged itself into her new data jack. She began to spasm as massive amounts of data was downloaded into her mind. “data transfer complete, armor fitting beginning.”
Pieces of what looked to be power armor revealed themselves from shelves in the walls, the arms grabbed them and placed them on her, sealing them onto her with a hiss. During the armor fitting she did not struggle, she knew what was happening and welcomed it now. When she was entirely armored the arms lowered her down and released her.

she walked over to Valarian and waved her hand across him. His armor responded to him again. “what the hell was that?” he asked her.
“my father’s final gift to me. Command of the returned.” She said. “legion wake the returned, they are required again.”
“yes my lady.”

records of Magos Biologis Katrina Oleg, these returned are fascinating. if what I am told is correct they are those who fell in the service of the inquisition, recycled into advance servitors to serve the imperium in death. I must contact the magos that made them, hopefully he's still alive and I haven't been declared officially dead.

(hey guys Yeri talking, I've shifted around the fluff a bit for my GK allies. they're cyborgs now made from those normally "liquidated" by the ordos mallius. also I've replaced Kasmerov with Anastasia who's model you can see in the story.)

oh my..... space marine servitors.... Sh*t just got real

actually no they're not marines. marines get mind wiped after seeing the grey knights. these are the guardsmen that witness the grey knights. they can't be allowed to live, but it's a waste to just kill them. so Inquisitor Medvedev came up with a work around: turn them into advanced servitors who serve him. Legion is the collective consciousness of five generals who witnessed the activities of the ordo mallius, and were mind wiped to serve as Legion's central processor. the implants Anastasia received allow her to interface with Legion and the other returned. she is now the center of a hive mind, and can control every action of the returned.

thats pretty grimdark yeri... i like it

Whoa, nice continuation there. Interesting,
How are the rebels doing without the Black Shadow?

remember that line: "the Shadow lives in death" yea they don't think he's well and truly dead. plus most of the cells act independently with the highest authority in each cell being the black hand member. there are cases of one hand not talking to the other, but the Shadow was more a figurehead, a face of rebellion if you will.


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alright you wanted to know what happened to the Shadow, here it is:
The crowd outside the ceremony was a powder keg, Valarian Reznove was about to present the guards that killed the Black Shadow with the highest honor they could receive, the medal of unflinching duty. The crowd began to chant: “the shadow lives in death!”
From the video board the displeasure in his face was quite visible. The board called for silence. “the Shadow lives in death!”
“in the name of revolution!” a hooded man screamed and threw a Molotov cocktail at one of the heroes, engulfing him in flame.
“the shadow-“
The crowd was cut off by the video screen switching to a live view of the Black Shadow. “THE SHADOW LIVES!” he shouted. The Shadow bent his head to look at Valarian. “rule of thumb Valarian: behind this mask is an idea, and ideas can’t be killed so easily.”
“no, no you’re dead!” screamed Valarian.
“really? I don’t feel dead. And I know what your spin doctors are telling you to say right now, that I’m not the real Black Shadow. Well let me tell you: anyone who wears the mask and caries the ideals of freedom is the Black Shadow.” He turned to survey the crowd. “my people, I have returned. Never to leave your side until every last one of us tastes freedom. The regime sought to destroy me, but they have only made us stronger as a people. today is a new dawn for this planet, today we march forward into a new future, a stronger people, a free people. the time has come to take this planet back, the time has come to destroy the regime! We are united in one vision, and one purpose, freedom. And we will achieve freedom through power.”
The crowd began to chant: “freedom through power!”
“oh and Valarian, before I go, I have a little present for you. have you talked to your son today?” Valarian’s eyes widened, if the shadow could hijack the palace’s video screen he could get to his son and jeopardize his psyker breeding program before it produced results.
He dashed off to his son’s room, standing on a window sill was the Black Shadow with a recording servo skull in front of him. “goodbye Mr. Reznove.” The Shadow leaned backwards until he fell the ten stories to the ground below. Reznove looked out the window, nothing, but if he really had fallen he would certainly be dead. Reznove was puzzled, the shadow talked about a present, but he took and didn’t leave anything.
Then the front of the palace gates exploded, along with most of the major government buildings in the city. This was it, the present was the declaration of open war, and Reznove relished the chance to get out all the fun toys that the imperium didn’t want him to have.

Nice!

Uh, oh. The protagonists may have to face superior firepower soon.

yep and not only of the conventional kind, I'm talking NBCP (nuclear, biological, chemical, psyker) they're going to have a massive fight on their hands. also I've updated Anastassia's mini:

EDIT: here's the fluff, it's her medical report:
Medical report
Subject: Anastasia Medvedev
Age: 27
Sex: female
Anastasia’s implants have had a remarkable effect on her physiology. Her command interface has released small nano particles that are overwriting her biological functions, enhancing them with mechanical parts. Her heart now has a built in defibrillator, and her nervous system has been replaced with more efficient organic metal transmitters. She can even generate an outer coating of metal from a layer underneath her epidermis. This layer can even heal wounds rapidly by coating the area in a metal covering. At first I was worried that this would progress until she was entirely synthetic, but it seems her implant has stopped replacing parts. This has had little effect on her outer appearance except for the ability to change her eye color and being able to make a series of electoos appear and disappear.


also I've got a test mini done on the Black Hand sergeants:

I'll write the fluff for those in the morning.


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a continuation of the Returned storyline:
(please note that these stories may not be happening in the order they appear, this takes place a few days before the shadow’s return.)
“so what exactly did that machine implant you with?” Valarian the second asked.
“it is a bio-organic control interface, to allow communion with and control of the Returned.” Legion replied. “speaking of which, we must scan to see if the implant is developing. One moment.” A scanner dropped down from the ceiling and began collecting data. “psyker detected, level: Delta, status: unprotected. Rectifying situation.” Valarian’s suit was under Legion’s control again, and he began to walk into the fitting chamber.
“Legion belay order!” she waved her hand in front of him, trying to interface with his suit.
“I’m sorry my lady but we cannot do that. Our core programing requires that we train and equip nascent psykers, and only by inquisitorial order can we prevent ourselves from performing such an order. Please produce your rosette now.”
“I don’t have one, I’m not an inquisitor.”
“then we cannot allow you to belay this order.” Valarian had entered the center of the room and the arms had grabbed him and suspended him above the ground. The saws lowered and carved off his helmet before shaving his head. “psychic block detected, removing.” A large needle lowered itself and stabbed him through the back of the skull. Lightning began to shoot from his eyes as the psychic inhibitor his mother had implanted in him at birth was removed. “my lady we must implant a data interface to train him, should we give him a command interface while we’re at it.”
Anastasia sighed. “do it, integrate his command interface with mine.”
“very well, you will be able to share your thoughts and feelings with him.” Legions voice changed to a high pitched man’s voice. “how kinky!” then his voice returned to its mechanical normal. “apologies my lady, general Lawrence momentarily took primary control. It will not happen again.” The large needle returned and just like before it stabbed him in the back of the neck, leaving a data jack behind.
“Implanting psychic control assistors.” Two smaller needles with sparkling transparent threads lowered themselves and stabbed him on either side of his head. The thread was shot into his scalp forming a lattice of psychic control wires. “beginning training.” The mechedendrite shot out of the wall and plugged into his jack. Anastasia could feel the psychic power resonating off her fiancé as the knowledge of psychic power was downloaded into his mind.
After a few minutes the mechedendrite retreated back into the wall. “initiating cosmetic cleanup.” A strange light lowered itself and began to shine onto his scalp, and his hair began to grow back at an amazing rate. Within a few minutes his hair was back to normal. “my lady, should we fit him with armor?”
“do it!” Valarian gasped.
“you heard him Legion.” She said.
“very well, we have a heavier armor that will accommodate his frame.”
“why didn’t you give me the heavy armor?” she asked.
“it doesn’t come in female sizes. We take it you approve?”
“yes do it.” the two saws returned and cut Valarian out of his suit and down to his boxers. Then the cabinets along the wall opened again and the arms placed the armor parts on to him. When he was fully armored the arms released him and he fell onto his armored feet with a thud. He walked over and embraced Anastasia.
“did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” he said.
“you just did, you were just thinking about how beautiful my soul looked from your psychic eyes.”
“I thought I was the psyker here?”
“I am when it comes to you.” they both laughed.
“ah young love, reminds us of a time when we were young and foolish.” Legion said to itself.



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hey everyone, just a few quick updates.
you've seen the psycannon Returned, but here's what a basic trooper looks like:

sorry about the bad quality photo, it's a WIP and I didn't have good lighting.

also a few days ago I updated Katia's mini. remember how I said her spinnerets have developed, well I decided to model them:

also you may be wondering what she's been doing in DE armor, well that's not DE armor, that's her carapace. it will be much clearer once I paint her up. hopefully in the next hour or so I'll post the fluff on how they removed her carapace. see you soon
EDIT: here it is:
Katia was restrained on the operating table, around her servitors and her mother worked to separate her from her spider carapace. It was unwise to put her under during this procedure, as her nervous system needed to be fully operational while the carapace was separated. As the servitors ripped back plates of her chitin her mother applied the removal serum to the area, causing the nerve connections to retreat back into her body. She wailed at the excruciating pain of having her exoskeleton pulled back exposing the nerves, and even more when they severed the nerves and cut them away. “it’s not working, she’s still feral.” Her mother cried.
But she wasn’t as feral as her mother believed, inside her mind as her carapace was removed her human mind returned. With her spidery mouth she could only hiss and wail, not talk. “I’m sorry baby, I failed you. I hope you can forgive me.” she reached over to the tool table and picked up the Carnifex tube. Katia saw this with all four of her eyes, and she saw the tears streaming down her face as she held the tube to her temple. “it’s ok honey, this will be painless.” She paused for a moment, then began to recite the ommnissia’s last rites. Performed correctly this took exactly sixteen seconds for the sixteen universal laws. Katia struggled to free her thorax, and at the ten second mark she freed her thorax and used her webs to gum up the tube. Her mother cried even more. “I know it’s scary honey, but it’s for your own good.” Katia shook her head. Then she used her web to write out a message on the wall:
“I’m me again.”
“what, Katia, you’re alright!” she embraced her arachnid daughter and Katia freed her extra arms and hugged her back. Her mother wiped the tears from her eyes. “alright so you can’t talk can you? let’s see if removing your faceplate works to get you’re your voice back.” The servitors went back to work, peeling back the carapace and severing the nerves. When they pulled off her face plate they had to be extremely careful as her optical nerves were connected to her four eyes, and a mass blocked her mouth with a tube running down her throat. “just as I suspected, you’ve been eating a liquid lunch since you came out of the chrysalis.” She applied the serum to the mass and the tube began to retreat into the mass, freeing her mouth to talk.
“Mom, thank you. I thought I would be trapped as a spider forever.” Over the next couple of hours they worked to remove the rest of the carapace. It was slow painful work, but finally a fully human Katia lay on the table, and her carapace had been assembled on another table.
“so you’re saying this is some kind of armor?” Katia asked.
“it is indeed, you should be able to put the carapace on and take it off now any time you like.”
“Will I go feral again?”
“unlikely, and I made it so that the surgical removal will only be required once. The injection you received allows your body to integrate with the carapace. It becomes your skin, but you can remove it like a jacket.”
“thanks, I’d like to take it for a test run if you don’t mind.”
“go ahead.”
(this is continued by the assassination of the doctor 8 posts back)

I've got the uniforms ready, and fluff to go with them:
Black Shadow: hello?
Valentin: hello, is this the black shadow?
Black Shadow: yes it is. May I ask who this is?
Valentin: Valentin Abramovich, and I would like your help with a small act of vengeance of mine.
Black Shadow: I don’t know what you’ve heard but the revolution is not a murder for hire establishment.
Valentin: oh I don’t want you to murder Hugo, I just want to show him up. I have an offer for you: I’ve got a cornucopia of uniforms in my warehouse, and with your revolution in open war you’re going to need uniforms. I will give you the uniforms on one condition: when you win, I get to make the official uniform of your regime.
Black Shadow: where does vengeance factor into this?
Valantin: the uniforms were made for a competition to design the new military uniform. Apparently mine was too “traditional” and I lost to my rival Hugo, when you win wearing my uniforms, than it’s a victory for me over Hugo.
Black Shadow: let me take a look at these uniforms, then I’ll get back to you.

status: approved

initializing squad alpha..........

testing functionality.......
squad fully functional.......
deploy squad my lady/...... [Y]/N


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so I've spent the day painting the main characters of my armies, and honestly I was working on ingrid when something hit me:

this to me looks like this:


but than again I've always thought Bjorn Bera:

looks like an older Hiccup from How to Train Your Dragon:


am I going crazy or does anyone else see the resemblance?

BTW if you look in the background of these pics you can see the other characters in various stages of being painted. more is coming soon.

Yeah yeri i see it too, dont worry

alright second round of characters done, this time it's The Black Shadow, and Anastasia:

if you can't tell yet the rebels have a red and black color scheme, I'll write some fluff about a possibly apocryphal story about how the Medvedevs can trace their ancestry back to one of the four lords and administrators who founded the inquisition, and that the inquisitorial black and red was his or her idea.
also for a guy leading a so called "terrorist group" it doesn't hurt that he sort of looks like Cobra Commander.

do not attempt to adjust your monitor, her eyes are indeed glowing green. that's one of the abilities her implants provide her with. her eyes glow green when she interfaces with Legion. I thought about making her skin silver like she had donned her metal shell, but then I realized why would she be wearing armor inside her armor. oh lord I can see it now:
"yo dawg I heard you like armor, so we put armor inside your armor. so you can wear your armor while you wear your armor."
I'll post some more fluff in the morning fleshing these characters out.

also did anyone get the reference of a guy named Hugo designing uniforms for a tyrannical state?


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Alright I'm redoing Katia's mini, I'm just not feeling that a spider girl works for the theme of this army, so now she's a cyborg. here's how it happened:
Katia’s squad darted from one alley to another, always careful to stay in the shadows. Their objective was the capture of a regime stronghold on the west side of town. The hardest part would be the rush through the clearing outside the stronghold, and they were about to make the charge. “on my mark.” Just then the whistle of a mortar sounded. “take cover!” they hit the dirt and waited for the sound of the shell exploding, but there wasn’t any explosion, just a thud in their midst and the sound of a gas leak. “gas, gas, gas!” it would have little effect, they were all wearing gas masks to conceal their identities anyways. Then she heard one of her men scream. She looked back at him and saw her squad being enveloped by a green gas. Then the others started screaming, dropping their weapons and staring at their hands. Their leather gloves were melting into a green goo, and then their cotton uniforms. Soon even their bodies were beginning to melt into goo. She rushed over to them, but then she felt her carapace begin to soften. She looked at herself, her carapace was being turned into the green goo, exposing the breathing holes on her thorax. She struggled to breathe as the gas entered her body. She collapsed onto the ground just as the wind shifted the gas away.
“Katia, wake up” she heard Vlad say.
Initializing…..
Her eyes fluttered open. her vision had become green tinted. “what happened to me?”
Vlad was standing over her, holding her hand, but something was wrong: her hand was silver. She burst up from the table she was laying on and examined herself. Her entire body was coated, or maybe made of a sliver metal. “by the emperor, what happened?”
“I’m sorry Katia, but it was the only way we could save you. that gas was a bio-phage, it eats biological material.”
“what did you do to me?”
“we implanted you with a Nano-Forge, it converted the damaged parts of your body into synthetic material until your body can heal.”
“so that’s why I look like a machine?”
“because you are part machine now. The Nano-Forge replaced your lungs with a cybernetic device, they were too damaged by the gas.”
“and my men?”
“I’m sorry, you’re the only survivor. Your carapace was what saved you. the gas went to work on it before it went to work on you.”
“so when will I look like my normal fleshy self again?”
“we don’t know, maybe a month, maybe a year, but eventually you will be back to looking human. Now is there anything you need?”
“just you, I just need you to be there for me.”
“of course.”



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here's some fluff on the relationship between Reznove and his son:
The guards escorted Valarian the second into the war room where his father was waiting, accompanying him was Anastasia disguised as a tech priestess with some robes she borrowed from Katrina. Reznove turned to look at his son. “ah I heard you escaped from the rebels, and that you’ve been having quite the adventure. Who is this?”
Anastasia realized he was talking about her. she pulled back her hood revealing her metal coated skin and wire hair. “I am Magos Adama, my temple was destroyed by the rebels and your son saved me.”
Reznove scanned her with his mind, but it was useless, her mind was unreadable due to her implants, but he did notice a change in his son. His eyes bulged. “son, what did the rebels do to your mind?”
“what do you mean father?”
“I detect a massive amount of psyker ability in you that I’ve never felt before. I’d say you’re a delta on the assignment.”
“my lord that was my doing. Your son was injured after he saved me, and while treating him I noticed a scar from the implantation of a psychic inhibitor. I removed it and fitted him with a control device to keep his powers in check.” Reznove’s advisors looked worried. An untrained delta level psyker could demolish the entire palace if he got out of control.
Reznove and the advisors had a quick psychic discussion, then he turned back to his son. “son I think it’s time we spent some quality father son time. Come with me.” he walked past the two and out the door, Valarian and Anastasia followed. Using the cyber link the two infiltrators communicated:
“where is he taking us?”
“the training room, it’s where his psyker officers practice their abilities.”
“is it safe?”
“yes, the walls of the rooms are inscribed with wards that prevent any accidents. You will be perfectly fine from the viewing room.”
The trio passed four security doors leading to the underground training room. The room was a vast square arena with wall inscribed with a variety of occult symbols. Anastasia stayed in the library like viewing room as father and son took opposite sides of the arena. “ready son? This is going to be a sink or swim moment.” Reznove’s fists began to glow with lightning, and his son did the same. “I won’t go easy on you father, this is the first time you’ve actually seemed to take an interest in me. so I’d better make a good impression.”
Valarian made the first move, flinging a bolt of lightning at his father, who blocked with a psychic shield. Then Reznove made his move, breathing a gout of flame from his mouth, which Valarian dodged. “is that all you’ve got son? I’ve hardly gotten warmed up.”
Back in the viewing room Anastasia chatted with one of the attendants. “so what level is the king?”
“he’s only a Epsilon, that’s why he initiated his breeding program, so that his children would be more powerful than him.”
Back in the training room the pair attacked, dodged and blocked each other until they were both exhausted. The huffed and puffed, trying to summon one more attack. “you know father, I know a trick you don’t. would you like to see it?”
“I doubt you can pull off even a spark at this point.”
“oh yea? Then what do you fear?” Valarian’s form began to shift and change, his arms and legs lengthened and boney plates grew over his head. His teeth became razor sharp fangs and another pair of arms grew from his chest. Reznove recoiled in horror. “so,” the changed Valarian growled. “you fear tyranids. No, not tyranids, the hive mind that goes with them. Well then come her and give your son a hug.” He walked over towards his cowering father and embraced him while projecting the horrific memories of the shadow in the warp into his mind. Valarian released him and his father fell catatonically to the floor. Valarian’s form returned to his normal self. “I need to remember that trick.”

So far so good, the spider-lady change was probably for the better.

Interesting.

hey sorry I didn't have much updates yesterday, I was really busy. I had classes, two meetings, and I had to go see The Crucible for my theater class. it was very good, but IMHO if it runs for three hours it should start earlier than 8:00. anyways I was able to sneak a trip to the store in yesterday and got some parts I needed to build the new Katia mini, with fluff:
Katia examined herself in the mirror, her entire body was coated in a metal shell. The only features she could identify as hers was her faceplate, and she was sure that had been sculpted specifically to look like her. “so how do I eat, how do I got to the bathroom?” she noticed her mouth didn’t move when she talked, her mouth was permanently ajar, and when she spoke it lit up with her words.
“you don’t.” Vlad said. “your shell provides life support from an energy core implanted in your chest.”
“so will I ever be able to take this shell off?”
“hopefully, when you sleep you should plug yourself into a power source. The extra juice will accelerate the healing process.”
“and what about fighting, can I still do that?”
“I should talk to you about that. Your shell won’t suffice for proper armor, it will stop an unpowered knife and other primitive weapons, but not much else. Anastasia had a suit of armor made that integrates with your shell.” He reached into his bag and pulled out a triangular plate. He walked over to Katia and placed it on a jack in her back. Katia heard the sound of metal scraping against metal, and felt something unfurling on her back. The segmented plates spread down her spine, then rectangular plates extended from those and enveloped her torso before spreading to the front of her legs, leaving the back of her legs and her feet uncovered. She admired herself in the mirror.
“I can work with this, but it needs something more.” She walked over to Vlad and stroked he cheek with one hand while undoing the clasp of his cape with the other. In one fluid movement she stole his cape and placed it on her back, then commanded her nano-metal shell to incorporate it into her armor. In seconds the nano particles transformed the jet black cape into a silver metal weave fabric.
“hey, I liked that cape.” Vlad protested.
“well it looks better on me.” Katia chuckled. “besides you have more.” Katia looked at herself in the mirror again. “this could work.” She thought to herself.


Also I've got part of a prototype for the russes ready. they're based on the stealth tank from the C&C series, because this army has kind of shifted into NOD territory. It's got fluff that I need to finish later:
EDIT: here's the fluff:
Reznove lay in his bed recovering from the shock his son had inflicted on him. When Valarain entered the room he told him: “that was quite the display of skill son, and because you have proved yourself worthy I’m going to give you a reward: your very own command. Pick any unit in the planetary defense force, it’s yours.”
Valarian considered for a moment. “I’d like the 51st Reclamation company.”
“and here I expected you to choose a frontline company, very well, go play with the scavengers out in the ice wastes.” Valarian and Anastasia communicated over their implants:
“what’s a reclamation company?”
“it’s a company who wanders the ice wastes looking for archeo-tech to develop into new weapons systems. It’s far from the capitol and the commander was a close friend of your father. My father has used the 51st to exile members of the old regime who are either too small or too popular to execute. They can be convinced to join the rebellion.”
“are they good fighters?”
“no, they play a support role, they can get us the best vehicles and weapons for the rest of our troops, and they are rarely checked up on.”

The transport had landed in the hanger of the massive moving base that the 51st called home. They were approached by a tech priest with most of his body replaced by cybernetics. “greetings my lord, I’m Thomas, former commander of this unit as of the moment you got off the transport.”
“don’t call me lord, however you may call her princess.” He gestured to Anastasia who threw back her hood revealing her face.
“by the emperor, Princess Anastasia, you’re alive! And you look just like your mother now.” Thomas said.
“did you know my mother?” she asked him.
“you mean to tell me you don’t remember your Uncle Tom?”
“you’re my uncle?”
“no, not by blood or marriage, but your father considered the members of his retinue to be his brothers and sisters in battle, and I was his chief mechanic. I’m surprised you don’t remember riding me like a horse when you were just three years old.” Thomas let out a mechanical sigh. “we can catch up later, but look at you now, you seductive vixen you, you’ve won Reznove’s own son to your side.”
“I joined the revolution before I met Anastasia. I needed little convincing.” Valarian said. “right now we need your help to supply the revolution with advanced weaponry. Can we trust your men?”
“this unit is a dumping ground for members of the old regime, they have no love for the current king. However we can’t be open in our allegiance here. one of your father’s thugs keeps us in line. If we can eliminate him we can announce to the men our intentions. Think you could relieve him of duty?”
“that can be done.”
“in the meantime I’ll show the princess our latest work.”

“what is it?” Anastasia asked him. He was showing her what looked to be a Leman Russ with its treads replaced with three legs and what looked to be space for a fourth.

“it’s a special multi-terrain Leman Russ. We found the schematics for the suspension system in a frozen over colony, and we mated the system with a Leman Russ chassis, and when it’s done it will be able to navigate the roughest terrain with ease. We just need a few tires from a motorcycle and we’ll be ready to go.”
“and how soon can you get this to the rebels?”
“as soon as it’s ready.”

Change the scheme, alter the mood, electrify the boys and girls if you'd be so kind!


alright, so it turns out that making my rebel IG into an inquisitorial henchmen army would actually be cheaper than finishing the IG army, so while the basic rebels are still IG, the army is now purely made of the Black Hand. and the protagonists now have a goal beyond overthrowing the regime: they need to unite Vlad and Anastassia's father's inner circle called the Black Disciples. here's the fluff:
Things were not going well for the rebels. The recent bio-phage gas attacks had forced them out of the cities for fear of civilians being injured. They had fallen back to their secret bunkers in the ice wastes to wage a guerrilla war. Vlad and Katia entered the bunker where Anastasia had found the Returned, accompanied by a team of Black Hands. Legion came over the loudspeaker: “Medvedev detected, please enter the fitting room.”
“Legion, belay that order!” Vlad said.
“such an action requires inquisitorial clearance, please produce your rossirus.” Vlad held his hand to his face, and the black hands chuckled. Vlad reached into his pocket and produced a symbol of the inquisition. “Rossirus approved, welcome Inquisitor Vladimir Medvedev .” Katia was sure her eyes were bulging inside her shell.
“you’re, you’re, you’re an Inquisitor?”
He sighed. “yes I am. I hope that doesn’t change you view of me.”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“because introducing yourself to someone as an inquisitor tends to dampen any feelings someone has towards you, and I wanted you to know me for who I am, not fear me for my occupation.” She put her hands around him and held her mouth to his. She couldn’t exactly kiss him with her shell, but she did her best.
“well it worked, I know you and love you for who you are, and I don’t care what you do.”

After settling in Vlad called a meeting of his top advisors. “gentlemen,” he looked towards Katia. “and lady, our recent change of plans has caused us to need to rethink our strategy. We can no longer fight house to house in the cities. Now we must use the vastness of the wastes to our advantage. However we can’t disregard the cities entirely.to this end I propose an elite hit and run fighting force made up of our best of the best. Gentlemen I propose that we reform the Black Guard.”
Katia raised her hand. “I’m sorry, but what’s the Black Guard?”
“the Black Disciples were the elite unit of the Black Hand, they were the inner circle of the Medvedev Inquisitors, however when Reznove rose up most of the leaders the Black Disciples were hunted down and killed.” Legion said. “We believe it is wise to reform the Guard, it shows a return to normalcy for the Medvedevs. Sir, we have a list of those who will be most effective. Miss. Katia is on it, and so is Mr. Valarian and your sister as well as fifty six others with support personnel.”
“Very well Legion, gather them.”
“yes master.”

hmmmm for some reason i just see it ending up like a scorpion from halo... not that that would be bad...

to Inquisitor Dostoyevsky
Origin: "Alexi"
greetings brother, I've received word that you've trained your new student in the basics of the inquisition, and that you have done an impeccable job given the circumstances. however I believe that this fifteen requires a more specialized teacher for the rest of his education, I believe you know the boy. he's the one you guided to illumination during the incident on black ship 1372, and then who served as your interrogator before you gave him fill inquisitor status. as you may be aware he possesses the same ability of demonic metamorphosis as your student. I believe if your student is to fully utilize this ability he must be trained by Inquisitor Medvedev, a transport will arrive in the next few days to transport fifteen to Volstog where your former student is based. I hope this doesn't cause you any significant inconvenience.

hey everyone, I've got an update. the rebel IG army has now split into three armies: one is the Black Guard with all four characters in it (inquisitor henchmen GK) one is basic rebels led by Vlad and Katia (mech vets IG) and the third is made entirely of the Returned led by Anastasia and Valerian (just realized I've been spelling his name wrong this whole time ) (purifier spam GK) also I've changed around some of the character's model types to fit the new lists. here's what everyone is:
Vlad: Corteaz
Valerian: GK Librarian
Katia: Vindicare
Anastasia: techmarine in the Black guard list (support armor suit) Crow in the Returned list (command armor suit)

also I've got the ATV tank done:

here's a shot of the wheels from the DV bikes:

also Katia's mini is pretty much done, just need to paint the barrel of her rifle and her mouth, then wash her (all the characters need a wash BTW)

it's hard to tell from the pic but her hair is copper, her armor is gunmetal, and her metallic skin is a brighter silver color, and of course her robot ears are red to tie her into the rest of the army.

you may be wondering why 15 has been transferred to Volstog, well there are secrets to his past there, some of them will be revealed right now:
Aton Slavic lay bound to an execution table. He had languished in a high security cell for almost twenty years. As a Black Disciple he was especially important to the regime, one of their “rainy day prisoners” to be executed whenever the population got uppity. Judging by the increased security around his prison there must be a full blown revolution. Through the glass he could see a red headed reporter there to broadcast his death live to anyone with a vox tube. Her hair reminded him of his daughter Alyssa, she would be about her age now. He fought back a tear at the thought of his daughter, the last time he had seen her she was being carried away by the secret police along with her childhood friend Gideon. Where the two of them were now he did not know. The reporter spun around to gesture at him through the glass and he saw her face, her eyes. She winked at him, could it really be her?
“beginning toxin infusion.” The executioner stated. Anton saw the green fluid creeping down the tubes to the IV in his neck. He had been told there would be no sedatives in this cocktail that was a blessing and a curse. On one hand he would die slower, allowing more time for a rescue, on the other, he would die slower, making him feel every last second of pain before going to join the emperor.
The reporter seemed to pull a mask out of thin air, a white mask with three petal-like extensions. She placed it on her face and suddenly a white fluid began to emanate from her, enveloping her. the fluid began to solidify and the reporter was transformed, covered in bone white armor. The guards tried to fire at her but two of their would be comrades instead turned their guns on them while the armored reporter pointed a boney finger at the glass and it shattered at her touch. She leapt onto the table and with a slash of her claw like fingers she severed the toxin tube which was already pumping into Anton’s bloodstream. “Daddy, I’m here to save you, come with me.” the reporter said in an almost demonic voice. Behind the table the executioner pulled a pistol and fired point blank into the center of the table, penetrating through it and striking Anton in the back.
Anton struggled to remain conscious, but it was too much. He clasped his daughter’s hand and with what he thought was his last act told her: “you will never know how proud I am of you honey.” He wanted to say more, but that was all he could manage, and his world faded to black.
“daddy, daddy? Daddy wake up!” Anton felt the cold steel through his prison outfit, or was it his prison outfit? He opened his eyes. Standing over him was the reporter. Behind her were four figures, one had an uncanny resemblance to Inquisitor Medvedev, another, a woman, had his green eyes, the third he knew as Valerian Reznove the second, and the third appeared to be a silver coated servitor in the shape of a woman.
“we thought we had lost you there for a moment general. It’s a good thing you survived as I can think of no one better to lead the forces of the revolution in battle than you, Supreme Commander Slavic.” The man saluted him, and Slavic’s groggy arm attempted to return the gesture. The man could see the puzzlement on Slavic’s face. “I apologize, I forget you’ve been confined to solitary for almost twenty years. The sit rep can wait until morning, for now try to enjoy being dead.” The man flipped on a vox tube to the news.
“the result being rebel forces losing valuable ground. In other news Anton Slavic’s body was burned today in the fires of an unnamed manufactorum, as is the custom with traitors. In a realted story we were all saddened to learn that our colleague Susana Christos was killed today when rebels shelled her home. We here at BNN have offered a five thousand throne reward for any information leading the killing or capture of any of the guilty rebels known as the Black Hand.” the man flipped the vox tube off.
“congratulations Alyssa you’re officially dead.” The man said.
“too bad, I was just getting used to being called Susana, but I think I can swing this in our favor. If you can get me into the BNN studios I can air the regime’s dirty laundry on live VT.”
“can you do it with a few squads of Black Hands? I’ve got a VIP that needs to be welcomed in the next couple of days.”
“I could do it by myself if the camera was automated.”

Funny I am just working on my 'Black Shadows' as well , pretty much doing the same as yours with the GreatCoat troopers , for a 7TV game of Action Force (look up English GI Joe analogy)..

But you have inspired me to start up a IG army here , I love the Space Wolf Heads on IG bodies , so chaos maruaders and IG's here I come....

Space wolf heads on IG bodies, where's that? I don't remember doing that, but it's not a bad idea.

is that not a SW head?

after a few attempts , I would go with the Chaos Maruaders , there a bit more in scale , on a Cadian body at least...