Unfinished

A21 Hunter Killer Squadron
Designation: Traitoris
Last known position: Secondment to Alpha Legion

Karella & Karellin

Karella & Karelen were both created by the Mechanics intended to be used as living weapons for the field of battle. Little did they know how effective they may become. Karella was originally intended to be used as a psychic weapon, following on from a dark experiment to create a super psycher, she would become far more than this.

When unleashed on her first ( and as it turned out only ) combat drop, Karella met the battlefield, awash with psychic energy, unable to control her abilities, Karella absorbed all of the psychic turmoil of the battlefield, further more the build up of power couldn't be contained, especially by one who was not used to such overwhelming power. What happened next was mostly down to conjecture. Mostly it was believed that Karella unleashed the massive build up of power, wiping out friend and foe were they stood.

Worse was to come for Karella, upon unleashing the torrent of power, she had unwittingly opened a gate into the warp. A creature of that dimension seeing an opportunity, latched itself partially onto Karella's mind before the gate could be closed. Strong willed though she was, Karella could not stop the creature reimagining her form to better suit itself. However, Karella retained her own part of her mind, this caused her to become alarmingly unpredictable, as she wrestled for control of her body with the creature, thankfully the Wolf came to her aid. Hearing of the near disaster, he knew she would be a great ally. Knowing of her predicament, the Wolf had a null room made for her, where she could remain safe from psychic turmoil, until her special abilities were required again.



Karelen's story was of a similar vein. Karelen was also created as a weapon, although of a different type, given the abilities of a n arcoflagellent, Karelen was intended as a weapon of fear, sent among the enemy to sow discord in the ranks with her fearsome arcoflails.

Again it was on her first outing that trouble would rear it's ugly head. Taken a board a hulk during a cleansing mission, Karelen slipped away from her handlers, making her way deep into the hull of the enormous ship. Feared lost to whatever may lay inside Karelen was abandoned to her fate. Little did any of this concern Karelen, who in her own unknown state of mind wandered the corridors of the ship, her flails sparking off of the floor and walls as she went. As she did so, a voice whispered to her.

Many months later, an explorator team found Karelen alone and muttering to herself, when they attempted to take her with them, she did not resist. It is said that Karelen did not resist because the hulk had told her of her fait and that the Wolf would come as her saviour. It is also rumoured that the hulk whispered many secrets into her mind but for what purpose remains unknown.

Strassix & Thorbax

Gene brothers though they are, the 2 abhumans known as Strassix and Thorbax both took two very different paths.

Strassix was adopted by the Mechanicum and refitted for a role as a battlefield techseer, as part of this augmentative sight was given to him, the most telling part of the augmentation process was the fitting of antigrav motors so that he would freely float without the need of legs to move about. Tasked with the maintenance of the teams plasma weaponry, stars ensures that they are readily equipped to deal with any foe no matter how well armoured.

Throbax was assigned to an Astra Militarum assault unit specialising in ship to ship boarding actions, it was during one of these actions that he lost his left lower leg, when in a combined assault with Space Marines from the Space Wolves chapter, a Xenos monster of unknown origin removed his leg in it's mouth, needless to say, this did not go down well with Thorbax, who preceded to plunge his chainsword into the creatures head and then fire his plasma gun straight into the creatures maw. To commemorate the occasion, he then removed one of the creature's horns which was later grafted on to replace his missing lower leg.

These were 2 relatively simple conversions, Strassix was another model based on the awesome Cairn Wraith model, this time I only swapped out the head for a suitable beastman alternative and attached a plasma gun as well as various wires hanging down. Likewise, Thorax was similarly a simple conversion, removing the lower leg then replacing it with what I believe was the horn from a chaos knight's horse, then simply attaching a plasma gun and chainsword.

The Collector

The first of my real attempts at stepping up my game to the next level. . .

This model originally started out life as a Cairn Wraith that I bought on a whim with the intention of converting him some day. The idea came together when I was at work one day, I had a vision of some sort of Mechanicum priest who wanders the battlefields of the 41st millennium collecting things of interest, in this case a skull. 

To make it more interesting I decided to use a powerfist as I liked the idea of a massive fist holding the skull in a delicate way. Other parts came together as I progressed, adding on the banner from a Dark Elf Corsair to add interest, the transportation unit started off life as a Tyranid tail of some sort and this was spliced with a Dark Eldar Hellion Skyboard cut up to make the base unit.  

His little assistant was a last minute addition to make the base more interesting before taking him to Golden Demon last year, just as an excuse to show him off :-). The assistant was simply built from a Nurgling body, a Wood Elf Dryad head piece and a Dark Eldar rifle cut down to size. 

Although I didn't get anywhere in the competition (no surprise there as I'm still trying to improve my painting a lot), I did have an amazing and surprising day that made it more than worthwhile bringing the Collector along.

I hope you like him, comments are welcome. . .

Below, Ive added on some new improved photos of The Collector, like this blog, miniature photography is a learning curve all of it's own, hopefully I'll get there someday. . .