u/Admiral_Eversor

GUN SHOW

Crewed by Brother Sergei, and affectionately known as "Gun Show" by the troopers, long range fire and artillery support has arrived. Brother Sergei was a victim of a blast of warp lightning that fried his Black Carapace beyond repair. Unable to make use of his power armour, he has transitioned his heavy weapons specialty to its logical conclusion. Now he crews Gun Show, and continues to lay down heavy ordnance to support his squad. Importantly, the Basilisk is open-topped, so he can't wear power armour. I would lose WYSIWYG status!

This finally brings my Tyrant's Legion up to 1k points. I think I actually am about halfway now; on one hand, I have 100 conscripts to paint. On the other, I have already done the kitbashing, so I can just hit print and get painting!

This is a squad of Hardened Veterans I did for my 4e imperial guard Badab War project. I figured that while most of my force are expendable conscripts, certain human officers have been looking for any way they can to even the playing field against all the Astartes forces arrayed against them.

Pick the best of the best, give them all the training and combat stims you can, and hand them plasma guns and sensible, pragmatic tactics and you have yourself some elite Astartes hunters. I also write a short codex-style fic about their training for a booklet my buddy is making - I've posted that below in case anyone is interested!

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Staff sergeant Von Credo’s bionics creaked and hissed as he clunked from one side of the projectorium to the other, his thin hair adhered to his gaunt skull by a layer of perspiration under the ozone heat of the holo.

“Welcome back gentlemen. Ladies.“ He rasped. “Huron Rex!”

“HURON REX”

The half-empty stands rung out in beleaguered chorus, as 20-something glassy-eyed, unwashed soldiers responded to the call. Gunner Edric glanced across the room, through the flickering holo and the dangling wires of the scribe’s data-loom, catching the eye of Gunner Chance. A lively glint in her eye, gladly reciprocated, was all the indication Edric needed that their extracurricular activities were not regretted, despite the educationals starting at 0500 now.

“The Red Scorpion is a mighty foe, probably spawned from the seed of Guilliman. As with all Astartes, there exist a number of psychological vulnerabilities we can exploit. Broadly speaking, the chapter is compliant with the Codex Astartes, so please review training sessions 1 through 12 between now and this evening. You shall be examin...”

A quiet groan rang around the room, ignored by the Sergeant. Black Team Primus, Edric’s unit, had been tested twice already since the last live fire exercise, on the Raptors and on the Exorcists. Endless iterations of reviewing combat footage, and predicting the next few frames, predicting an Astartes’ next move.

In a battle of reflexes, in a contest of strength, or in a war of wits, a mortal loses every time. The curriculum taught at black site primus, however, allowed a mortal soldier to compete on one single axis – understanding. Understand the Astartes, hunt the Astartes, kill the Astartes. Edric felt a hard poke in his ribs, Gunner Orl’s elbow bringing him back to the lecture.

“...and while they are men of faith, that rarely gives us the sort of opening we need to exploit. However, their psychology does bear a critical weakness. Observe:”

The holo crackled and shifted, showing the view from a helmet lens, marked V.S. Asurdon. The footage showed the subject and his squad of Astral Claws battling through a confined duct aboard a void ship. After a few seconds, they found themselves frustrated by a single Red Scorpion holding a doorway, with an immaculate display of swordsmanship. After a few exchanges, the Red Scorpion was dispatched, and the holo paused.

“On frame 889, observe that Asurdon offends with a number two cut. This threatens both of the Scorpion’s progenoid glands. This proceeds a number of microexpressions, but the result is that the marine opts for a weak parry, that preserves his progenoid glands, but leads to him being wounded and taken out of action.

The critical flaw in Red Scorpion psychology, ladies and gentlemen, is their obsession with their gene-seed and its purity. This may be exploited during battle, to draw out more predictable outcomes in operaton. Consider double-tapping a downed Red Scorpion, making to destroy his progenoid glands. This will spur his comrades to defend the sanctity of the gene-seed; a predictable response. This may be used to draw them into a disadvantageous situation, and into your plasma fire. Consider this over mess and discuss other opportunities this could open up. We will reconvene at 0700 for an armour study. There are no consistent marks of armour employed here, so we will study on a per-marine basis”

The holo crackled again, giving a preview of the rest of the day’s studies; Eleven individual Red Scorpions, led by Commander Lowen, each of whom wearing a hodgepodge of at least 5 separate armour marks.

It was going to be a long day.

And that's the first 500 points of my 4e Imperial Guard project. Officially 1/4 of the way there!

We are kicking off a 4e Badab campaign soon at my local - hopefully this Chimera won't get blown up TOO often lol

I figured I'd have a break from painting quartered marines as I finish up the army with some scouts. Only 10 more to go!

Almost there with my 3rd edition army project. It'll be a bittersweet moment when I'm finished that's for sure!

Second Gaslands night at the club - we played a death race the first time around, which meant it was time to earn some cans before the next televised event. Banging night, 12 players over two tables!

Painted this one up this morning to be the prize for the first Gaslands campaign at my local club. It's shaping up to be a cool race series!

Getting prepped for a big 4e Badab campaign next year. 50 conscripts done, 100 more to go!

Wouldn't want to have to call the commissar...

He's one of my howling griffons, fallen to chaos and joined up with my buddy's warband in our narrative campaign. I sculpted the frog out of green stuff; probably ambitious beyond my ability, but if you don't try things beyond your ability, you don't get better!

Painted these for a buddy of mine as a mini project. These dirty little anarchists have stolen some kit from my howling Griffons, the bastards!

They are for his 3rd edition rebel grots army - the dirty little anarchists have stolen a bunch of kit from my howling griffons, emperor be damned!