TBOTDP Part Seven

Lots of good progress so far the last few days 

Line highlighting has been done for the armour and tomorrow will work on the faces lowering the tone after apply a violet wash to the bugmans glow paint I applied first 

TBOTDP Part Six

Making great and steady progress with the first 20 guys of my 500 goal, brown wash went over the armour tonight after finishing that off, next was bugmans glow for the skin, tomorrow the druchi violet wash for the skin and then a lot of highlighting #hobby500 #hobbyresolution2018 #genestealercult #thebrotherhoodofthedivineprotector

Cetania 19th Armoured Regiment update 1

So thought I would drop a little update 

The tanks have been accepted by a great commission painter in my local area 

Going for this colour scheme 

If it looks familiar it's because it's from table top tactics and the Colonels guard scheme 

Got an easy to paint run down from the tabletop tactics forum so will push a head with in 2018  

TBOTDP Part Five

So the shade was dropped and turned out really well, even managed not to spill any on our brand new floor, as we have just moved apartment and done a 4 month renovation 

And now started on the Kantor blue of the piping around the workers suit and the lense of the little light that some of them have on their shoulders 

Hoping to get all this done and painted on the first 20 for tomorrow after going to the hardware stop for some more bits for the apartment and the dreaded supermarket 

Still not sure on the basing thou 

TBOTDP Part Four

Good progress again today with the black and metal parts of all the guns done along with cleaning up all the over paint on some of the other colours 

All while cooking Christmas dinner and relaxing with a bad back 

Going to be dropping some serious shade on these guys tomorrow, going over all the parts I've painted so far with Nuln Oil, while trying not to spill any 

TBOTDP Part Three

So making good progress with the first batch of  neophytes with the Incubai Darkness down on the material parts of their uniforms and a couple genestealer test models started

The Brotherhood of the Divine Protector - Part Two

So back home and enjoying it after an extended period of time at work, and now on to some much needed hobby relaxation therapy
Starting off with painting some bog standard neophyte hybrids for The Brotherhood of the Divine Protector cult army im working on for an upcoming campaign

First off is Rhinox Hide all the leather parts 

Work - Life - Hobby balance

So this has completely fallen apart with a total lack of hobby in the last few months apart from buying 1 librarian for my Astral Sons space marine chapter.
Works been crazy with my job as an engineer on a ship being at risk with the company deciding to rent the ship to another company and the renting company deciding that the people who have worked there for more than three years each, are too expensive to hire so better get some people who will work for a lot less and care a whole lot less about what was a truly cool ship to work on.
But I was lucky enough to jump quickly across to another one, similar in size but the new one is so much more complex and mentally taxing.

But with Christmas and New year at home this year, In our new apartment - another drain on the hobby budget, should be able to get lots of work done as my planning for 2018 is fully painted collection, which is looking tough already as I have over 300 models now in the Genestealer cults force and constantly coming up with new 30k list ideas for Zone Mortalis armies.
Will see what happens but the next post isnt too far off

thanks for checking this blog out

Hobby mojo

So slightly lost my hobby mojo at the moment because changing jobs and moving apartments and all the fun that can bring
So will endeavour to get back on it with some genestealer cult painting this week

Progress Astral Sons - October 2017

Progress has been slightly slow with this army but I believe I'm working in the right movement, forward and to fully painted to about 3,000 points where I've taken my time with them

HQ

Captain Gravis Armour - Painting

Lieutenant 1 - Painting

Lieutenant 2 - Painting

Primaris Librarian – To Buy

Troops

5x Intercessor Squad - Painting

5x Intercessor Squad - Painting

5x Scout Squad - Painting

Elites

Aggressor Squad – To build

Redemptor Dreadnought - Painting

Vanguard Squad – To build

Sternguard – To build

Fast Attack

Attack Bike - Painting

Inceptor Squad – To build

Heavy Support

Hellblaster Squad – To build

Flyer

Stormraven Gunship – To build

Dedicated Transport

Repulsor - Painting

Completed Units

Scout Bike Squad 1

Scout Bike Squad 2

Ironclad Dreadnought

Hoping to get one of these type of updated done for each army every two months so i know where im standing as i really need to start getting organised, for this I have found that using a Kanban board really helps, setting up each unit as a task

looks something like this when finished, the board, not the army. That is going to take a little longer

The Brotherhood of the Divine Protector - Part One

The cult rises from the oppression of the Imperium.

So starting off with 4 squads of these guys from the death watch box set mixed in with a couple random imperial guardsmen i picked up from ebay

Cetania 19th Armoured Regiment

Glory to the 19th Armoured Regiment of the planet of Cetania

Her brave warriors will go forward into the dark and unforgiving universe to fight for the holy Emperor of all Mankind

Restarting my guard army tank army with the release of the codex


They have all been gathering dust in the house for too long now,

Last outing for then was at the start of 7th using the old imperial armour book

For the guards men I will be using the steel legion rules but for the tanks cadian rules are better I think as you really don't have to move too many times

Progress is going to be slow as they will all need to be stripped and I think I will get a friend to paint them for me.

#19thCetania

The Brotherhood of the Divine Protector - Prolog

Brotherhood of the Divine Protector

The galaxy is a cold and unforgiving place……….

The backwater world of Cetania Prime was the 2nd planet in a four planet system, not an interesting place at all, part terraformed to grow crops the local population would never eat and the other half was the dark side of the planet, permanently in the night.
This half was a barren waste land, being stripped bare of all resources and mined for the valuable minerals which lay in the ground below

Colonized around M35, this newly populated world was not on the main through routes that feed the Imperium of man but was on the lower part of some forgotten part of the galaxy, the ships that came either got lost in the immaterial of the warp or were the scheduled ore carriers and tithes ships that would come and take the young generation away, never to be seen again, to fight for a distant idea on a distant planet somewhere else.

The tithes were strong because of the training that was under taken on the planet, with half of it constantly in darkness, the regiment were able to train and gain experience fighting during the darkness. From a young age, those selected for recruitment would be taken to this area to learn and hone their killing craft.
The planets forge was converted by the mechanium to produce selected numbers of battle tanks and support vehicles every cycle, when it wasn’t producing standardized mining machinery or orbital shuttles of the Arvus pattern.

Every 6 standard years the ships of the holy Emperor would return, there would be celebrations and a parade through the main hab centre for these brave souls, they would march in line through the boulevards, past the statues honouring the time, A long forgotten space marine chapter stopped at the planet to refuel, its chapter colours and marking long warn away by the harsh grey sand that covered the planet.
This was a joyous time for this latest regiments who were going off to fight for glory and honour.
Cargo would be loaded, the latest materials from the Imperium would be landed. The ships only stayed long enough to take their fill and then leave, Cetania was always the last stop on their route. The crews tired of the space travel and the extra time it took to get to Cetania

M41
So it was decreed that the tithe ships schedule would change from every 6 years to every 12 but production would have to be increased as with the strength of the regiment that was going to be taken. This was a shock to the population who gave so much and got so little in return.
The latest cargo from the imperium was just 6 standard shipping containers carrying imperial data slates reciting the glorious actions of the forces of man.

The tech adept passengers who disembarked were servants of the machine god, there to update and improve the mining and production facilities on the planet, to make it more productive.

One of the containers was different, different markings, a transfer from another planet no one had ever heard of.
Why would they be sending anything to Cetania?

……….

All across the galaxy now the very fabric of space was ripped apart by the powers of chaos, great warp rifts split the galaxy into fractures, whole systems were lost to the madness of the warp and Cetania was cut off from the universe, the astropath station nearest to them went quiet, the signals from outside the system stopped.

……….

Nothing is known of how it was started on Cetania, but the movement was powerful, its mission was simple, to make the planet self-sufficient, self-reliant and glorious. Everything the people of this lonely world wanted and needed.

The movement started in the lower areas of the planet at first, the mines and out laying farms. A zeal overcame the population over the space of 6 standard months. People started gathering and wanting answers why the Imperium had not sent word.

These questions went unanswered and people were sent on with their business of mining or farming,
A great calm coved the planet for the next 4 years.
Production steady increase in both raw materials and materials of the imperial war effort.

……….

The tech adepts who arrived with the last cargo modernised and improved the forges to produce so many different variants of the standard battle tanks, and now the larger Praetor class and Macharius class light super heavy tanks.

………

The signal for the rising of the movement was the solar eclipse, this once in a thousand year event was celebrated, the time when the planet was whole, both sides of Cetania were covered in darkness. Families would gather and celebrate as it symbolised the new dawn.
The movement used this
And used it well, it was to symbolise a new dawn and also the night the Imperium would be stuck from Cetania for good.

In a well organised and almost surgical strike, the Imperium was cut out of the planet like a cancer, the movement had been waiting for this moment, planning in the shadows. And now was the time it revealed its hand.
The governor of the planet and his entire ruling class were removed, the loyal forces of the imperial guard stationed on the planet were removed, and anyone one seen or believed to be a threat were removed.

The Brotherhood of the Divine Protector was now in control of Cetania.

Prosperity reined on the planet, this was a glorious time, and the celebration of the Brotherhood’s ascension to power lasted for days. This was the time where Cetania would grow.
And that’s what happened.

The shackles that kept the population in control were taken off and smashed, the ruling class system removed. Now there was a common goal planet wide.

..........

The Divine Protector had waited, waited for so long, its body had been in a self-imposed status until the warm cargo hold of the tithe ship had caused it to wake.

The ship was easy to scout, he knew his targets and how to take control of them, and its gift would be given to the ones controlling the machines, the systems and the very ship itself.
They would be controlled and aid it.

Swiftly it moved across the ship, avoiding areas that would see it detected,
He found the target, tech adept’s chanting to the machine god. These were the ones that would serve it.

One by one they were freed from their formed masters.
The Divine Protector as they called it, was now learning more, growing and waiting.
The next planet on the ships course would be where he would see the sunlight again.

Radio Free Isstvan Podcast Rapier Story Contest

So the great podcast Radio Free Isstvan made a contest to try and make rapier teams sound interesting 
Think I've managed that
Here's my entry

#radiofreeisstvan

Rapier contest
Matt Grosvenor

The startup sequence was as standard,
The legionnaire reached in to the armored container and with his black power armored fingers pressed the necessary buttons for it to activate.
There was a low hum that started within the container, the flashing lights were reflecting off the metallic walls. One light, two lights and now three green lights. A chime sounded and the hum reached a pitch that he knew too well. The rapier carriage was ready.
The tracked unit whirled to life. Its hydraulics now moving it forward out of the container and down the ramp, out into the low blue light of the cargo bay where it had been stored since returning from its long missions supporting the legion on countless battle fields across the galaxy.

But this time the situation was different……

This time they were under attack…………
They were not positioned in a strategic location, ready to ambush some foul xenos race that would not submit for compliance.
The sounds of gun fire echoed throughout the complex, somewhere, there was fighting in the corridors and the barracks of their home base.

The rapier reached a preset point outside its transport container the black armored legionnaire with a polished white bird symbol on his shoulder pad, hurriedly walked around the unit, completing his pre start up checks. The Lucius pattern Rapier Laser Destroyer was a standard and well tested design. Its service within the legion had been good. But now it would be truly tested.

The low hum of the reactor continued as each legionary who made up the two man crew,looked at each other unsure of what was actually going on, who was attacking them? How could some attack their home? Ravendelve was meant to be a bastion of the Raven Guard and the Imperium. Lord Corax himself had set up this facility, this secret location was going to provide hope for the chapter/

Was this the work of the traitorous war master or another of the fallen legions?
This could all wait they both thought at the same time. They had their order and that was to defend the cargo bay.
Sensing the battle was getting closer, the lead legionary. A veteran of so many conflicts started to take control of the area. A commander’s instinct kicked it,
There was an under strength tactical squad with them. A simple tactical marine squad built up of seven marines who had only just joined the legion, Raptors they called themselves but Adeptus Astartes of the glorious Raven Guard none the less. Their new found skills and training would truly be tested today.

“Defensive formations” he barked,

“Secure the forward bulkhead doors and prepare barricades, they will use this hanger as an escape route” came the second message over the local vox network
The tactical squad span out across the hanger bay, past the lines of aircraft ranging from the mightiest thunderhawks to the smaller more agile attack craft. Each one painted a solid black with raven iconography adorning its blessed hulls.

Seeing his hanger for what it was now, a battle field, within a heartbeat the area was assessed and the best fire points spread among the other marine, the rapier for its sheer brutal killing power would be set up in a concealed position on the second level walk way.
The legionary reached down again to the control unit and inputted the desired location on its computer interface.
The reactor came to life and the tracks started to move the unit to the location, around the back of a storm eagle it went. The second legionnaire following it as the veteran marshaled the younger marines.
Reaching the staircase to the walk way that ran around the length of the hanger, the hydraulics of the unit came to life. Small jacks extended out from the front of the unit and raised the forward end of the carriage up, no more than a foot. But enough so as the tracks whirled back in to the life the unit was able to gain traction and momentum on the stairs.

A hissing noise rang out within the hanger as a door on the other side opened, the sound of the locking bars sliding apart made all the marines, in a flash react and reach for their bolters taking up firing positions, unsure if what was about to come through was friend or foe.

Out from the shadows strode in a glorious sight, the sight of an honored veteran of the chapter, encased it the hull of a contemper dreadnought.
The dreadnoughts assault cannon armed spun to life as it located and assessed all of the marines now in concealed fire positions, a tense standoff occurred.

Sounds of gun fire and explosions were now getting closer as one particular large one shock the hanger bay causing dust to fall from the support beams overhead and some marines to grip their bolters tighter than before.
“Brother, we must defend this hanger bay, it’s a vital access point that the enemy may use. Prepare yourself “affirmatively said the black suited self-appointed commander of this defense force.
A metallic force replied after a few tense seconds “defensive stance noted, this area will not fall”

The dreadnought strode across the hanger bay at speed. All the time its assault cannon was trained on the main door, while the door it came in though was now secured and the control mechanism was smashed with a solid punch from a power armored fist.

The rapier carriage while this was going on was now in position, its speed was not the greatest as it ascended the staircase, but now on the level grating of the walk way it was able to reach speed as it quickly traversed into its position, the reactor was set into firing mode, the power switched from motion to weapons system.
The dreadnought came around the hurriedly prepared barricade the marines had made ready, all the time scanning the area. Its head was about level with the walk way where the rapier sat, ready in its firing position.
A good place, it thought, the enemy will attack through the main doors and be in its firing arc for some time.
All the cover that could be used by the attacking force was removed, just in time as a thud was heard. From the other side of the door. “Melta bomb” shouted one marine
“Standby and prepare yourself” shouted the commander as he ran towards the stairwell previously used by the rapier carriage to get up to the second level.
“Choose targets and count ammunition” the second order came.

The four second delay on a standard legion issued melta bomb seemed like a life time. The dreadnought steadied itself, its assault cannon going through the cycling motion but without firing, its chainfist came to life. Some many aliens have died in front of it during the great crusade, but now marine killing marine, this truly was a time of madness
The twin doors melted with such a heat that it took time for the standard mk4 helmets lenses to react as a piecing white light filled the hanger bay, mixing with the low blue glow that was there before.

Coming though the breach wasn’t the green armor of the Sons of the War master, or the crazed killing machines of the world eaters but their own chapter, through the breach came the black armored Astartes of the raven guard, their bolters raised and now firing on the marines who were set up all along the hanger bay.
The dreadnoughts assault cannon fired, a deafening sound as its barrels rotated at such speed, flames were seen from the end and its arm swung around and levelled on its targets,
The attackers were blown backward towards the walls of the hangers, each one riddled with bullets and red mists of blood and organs coated the wall like a flesh coat of paint.

The five marines all lay dead in piles of unrecognizable mess.
Who were they thought the commander, his gunner didn’t have time to program the rapier to select its target as the honored veteran incased in his holy armor had blown them away before any vox traffic could be passed.

He could hear the twin hearts beats of each of the marines. They pulse through his sensors, he felt the tension in the hanger. A nerve of unease, a nerve of the unknowing.
The dreadnought broke cover and strode out, its auspex continuing scanning the hanger and corridors that lay beyond the ruined doors.

“Heavily armored contacts approaching” his metallic voice blurted out across the vox.
Each marine tensed himself.
The first shot killed a young marine, the shot passing through the eye lenses of his helmet, the second, third and fourth died from the frag missile that flew into the hanger and exploded as they huddled together behind a servo lifter.

The defenders were now shooting back, into the darkness of the corridor that lay beyond the shattered remains of the blast doors, but the only sounds were the bolter casings hitting the cold metallic floor of the hanger and the bullets clattering off the bulkheads, no vox calls or shouts,
Nothing.

The commander stood crouched behind the gunner who was standing on the back of the carriage, all times watching the door. The computer screen showing the systems of the carriage. The green screen reflected off the pointed faced helmet of the gunner.

He drew his bolt pistol and waited…..

More shots rang out across the hanger bay as the attacker, unsure of what lay in wait for them, tried to probe the area. The solid slugs of an autocannon sounded as the shells whizzed into the hanger, smashing into side of a drop pod that had been undergoing some sort of maintenance.

And now more waiting…….

“what are they waiting for” a young marine cried out across the vox.
“They are unaware of our strength brother, they are probing us, testing us. To see if we will react and show them what we have” the commander calmly replied. “Stand your ground and remember the emperor protects”

A chorus of the emperor protects followed his lead across the vox, even the chapter ancient called out the verse.

The sighting scope of the rapier were now fully trained on the entrance to the hanger bay.

The finally assault was the most brutal…

It started with the power being cut to the hanger, it was plunged into darkness but the helmets of the marines were able to react to this, but not in time, as legionnaires again in the black of the raven guard, sprung through the breach, hot plasma flew across the hanger, incinerating one marine before he had chance to raise his bolter. The two remaining ones were cut down as jet pack marines descended from a tactical jump they made, sinking their lighting claws into the torsos and throats of the tactical marine.

The dreadnought was struggling, shot after shot was coming its way, the shield that protected its holy hull was able to absorb most of the fire power but now in greater numbers and urgency the traitors attacked, a metla gun crippled its knee joint that threw up hydraulics fluid covering the area around it,
“brother assist me” it called out across the vox, but nothing

The commander holding his bolt pistol, took aim, and blew out the back of the skull of the gunner sat in front of him. The spray covering the rapier.
Throwing the corpse over the hand rails, the commander was already entering the new firing solution in to the rapiers computer. A light when from red to green and the whole carriage shook.
A bright white light of laser fire impacted on its target, the dreadnought assault cannons magazine exploded sending a hail of bullets spray across the hanger.
Its arm was a stub now, the laser shot had destroyed the assault cannon, its sensors and systems were now in critical, alarms ringing out with in the suit that had protected him since he was cut down on a far flung alien world.
The dreadnought turned, its rage at this act exploded into a roar. This sole purpose now was to kill, it turn and began to run. To charge at full speed towards the rapier.
The commander was readying the machine for a second shot, the kill shot……….

Marines threw themselves in the dreadnoughts path, each one evisarated by its one remaining arm.

The rapier needed time, it needed time to reacted to the moving target and lock on,
Time the commander didn’t have….

The dreadnought reached the gantry before this time.
It reached up with its chain fist as the commander desperately tried in vain to shoot the dreadnought with his bolt pistol.
Bolts harmlessly bouncing off the shell of the dreadnought until the clip was empty.
As the chain fist ripped through the chest of the marine, the rapier chimmed again, but a different sound this time, not a firing sound but a noise indication a function that was to be used in case there was a chance it would fall into enemy hands.
A self-destruct feature.
The blade of the chain fist shredded the body of the marine as he pulled of his helmet in a last act of defiance, looking straight at the dreadnought as the rapier exploded
His last words were “Hydra Dominatus”

XX project update 37

Stock check of my dreadnoughts while watching a bit of winters Seo battle report.

This should be an interesting build period for my legion and getting some much needed tough reinforcements,
Now to work out how many magnets I need for the arms and other weapons

XX project part 36

Come soon, well as soon as I get back to work and unpacked
The return to the blog of the alpha legion, about time I pulled a box out and built some stuff for them,

Astral Sons Part 12

Continuing on from the "random stuff found in my army storage area" the Astral Sons welcome an iron clad dreadnought to the army

Currently at the 80% stage but I'm happy how it's going and should be fun to use and surprise my normal opponent

Astral Sons part 11

Big week for the new chapter and new Recuitment progress in the form of an eBay rescue project and twelve scout bikes that have been in my box for long time 

Really pleased how these came out, amazing what happens when you take your time and paint slowly


After getting these out I have enough for two squads arms each squad with 3 granade launchers each squad.
I think they will do well and add a bit of mobility to the army for objective grabbing

Astral Sons part 10

Still doing a little bit every day on the big tank and the captain in sexy Gravis armour

Astral Sons Part 9

Making good progress on the normal primaris marines getting three colours down, think I prefer now the grey under coat