Renegade Rhinos Terminators - new model added 16/12/12

[Renoster]

Bathed in swirling red light the Terminator knelt motionless, head bowed, tendrils of steam rising slowly from his massive, scarred armour.

'How long has he been there?'

Klaxons blared throughout the ship, synced with the ugly red lights bathing the enginarium.

The Inquisitor continued to stare through the viewing block, awaiting a response from his interrogator.

'The teleport alarms went off 3 minutes ago. He hasn't moved since'

'He teleported directly into our enginarium control centre?! How?! This place is the most heavily shielded area of the vessel! And why haven't the defense turrets opened fire?'

'We have no idea, but sensors report an active teleport triangulation signal still centred on him. Turrets are not responding, we're locked out'

Now the Inquisitor turned to his protege. 'Preparing to leave quickly then, if required. So... He accesses the most vital area of the ship, then does nothing. Thoughts?'

The interrogator licked his lips slowly. 'We don't know who he is, and archives do not recognise any of the markings, pattern or iconography of his armour. I wouldn't like to guess what he wants'

'Then I'll tell you. He's in there to show he means business, but if he meant us harm he'd have done it already. Astartes are nothing if not direct. Keep monitoring him and that signal. Open the blast doors'

The Terminator stood as the Inqisitor approached, servos protesting, a great ragged cloak unfurling behind him. Shards of teleport ice shattered around his feet as he straightened to his full, terrifying height.

Approaching the behemoth, the vox bead crackled in his ear as his interrogator spoke. 'Turrets are back online. Shall I power up defense systems?'

'It would serve no purpose but to anger me' boomed a powerful baritone over the blaring klaxons.

The Inquisitor stopped in his tracks. 'Is that so? What do you want?'

'Do you show your betters so little respect human?'

'You have boarded my private vessel without my permission, disabled my defense systems, can access my encrypted vox and now expect me to kneel? I think not. Now, again, what do you want?'

The monster rocked slightly and silently, and the Inquisitor realised it was laughing.

'I was right to choose you. You will be most useful. I want information'

Renegade Terminator Commander

I'm still arguing with myself as whether to add details such as purity scrolls and other gubbins. I also need to wash the left gauntlet as it is too red. Plenty more to come, will post as they are completed.

As always feedback always welcome. Some utterly breathtaking work on here at the moment.

[lokkorex]

cool ad intriguing fluff, as well as a nice model. i'd like to read more about the fluff you've written.

[Renoster]

'I was right to choose you. You will be most useful. I want information'

The Inquisitor opened his hands in front of him. 'As do I'

The huge Astartes nodded slightly in concession. 'I am Captain Pellemon of Task Force Rhino. For centuries we have waged the Emperor's war far outside the fringes of known space. We have battled xenos, traitor and heretic to the brink of our own destruction. We were tasked by our master to collect information on what lay beyond the knowledge of Imperium. We were well supported intially, but our numbers and armouries have dwindled. No initiates have reached us in several decades and we have become reliant on manufacturing our own ammunition and warheads. We have been forced to bring the weapons of our enemies to bear upon them'

The Inquisitor raised an eyebrow, but remained silent.

'Come now Inquisitor. This should not surprise you, of all people. I have watched you for a long time and I know your methods. Let us say you could be called 'progressive'. Let us also say that some would call you 'heretic' and burn you. Scans of your ship's hold reveal some interesting artefacts of your own...'

This time the Inquisitor began to speak, but thought better of it. Gathering his thoughts, he exhaled slowly. 'You seem to be overburdened with information Captain. What can i tell you that you do not know already?'

This time the Astartes opened his hands. 'Much. My brothers and I have data we wish to discuss with you.'

The vox bead hissed. 'Teleport signal strength increa-'

The temperature plummeted in the control room, steam billowing from joints and seals around the enginarium. In a blinding flash of azure light, two more hulking Terminators appeared, and again the room was washed in red light and the klaxons blared. The Inquisitor stumbled backwards, landing hard on his backside on the cold deck.

'For Throne's sake! Was that necessary?!'

'More than you know Inquisitor...'

Captain Pellemon and bodyguard

[Razblood]

Nice fluff and nice Marines :down:

 

Only criticism I have is that the Grey Knight Iconography is a bit jarring on non-GKs.

 

I look forward to seeing and especially reading more :P

[chaplainmikey]

I really enjoyed reading that small bit of backstory. It was very engaging and its odd just how much character it adds to the models themselves.

 

Speaking of the models, the colour scheme is pretty cool and the horned helmets create a distinct image for your termies. Thier bases are also pretty cool and its an interesting direction for a marine force.

 

Will your army consist purely of Terminators? The models and the background are seeming to suggest so at the minute.

 

Looking forward to more.

 

Mike.

[Renoster]

Raz, Mike,

 

thanks for your comments. I was planning to cover the Titan inscription with purity seals or equipment. I don't think it outside the realms of Imperial possibility that other chapters would have references to Knight Champions and faith :)

The fluff to come will hopefully allow me to explain away/reason/fudge/bluff my way through some of the more unusual layouts and equipment!

The colour scheme is designed to be striking yet beaten looking. I'm going to experiment with battle damage on some later models and if i'm any good at it, apply it to all.

 

All my models are Terminators, as I only play Space Hulk. I don't limit them to 'permissable' layouts as we play narrative driven SH with lots of homebrewed rules for characters and gucci kit.

 

 

My Terminator Gallery

http://www.bolterandchainsword.com/index.p...&album=7339

[Wicced]

interesting project brother, i like the colour scheme :D

 

not a fan of their groin plates though, doesn't look like they could move very good with them.

 

just my two flayed skulls!

[EgoDraconumNigrorum]

Haha, seeing this thread, Doctor Who comes to mind - "These... great, big space rhino things! I mean rhinos from space!"

 

In all seriousness though, the fluff and models are great! Looking forward to your new added bit of fluff.

 

- EgoDraconumNigrorum

[Renoster]

The Inquisitor got to his feet slowly, eyeing the humming force weapons wielded by the new arrivals.

Captain Pellemon, I have a pefectly functioning docking bay, and, as I'm sure you well know, a teleport suite near the bridge. Please use them from now on!'

'Impossible Inquisitor. My ship is not in real space'

'You cannot teleport whilst in the warp Captain. Credit me with some intelligence'

Pellemon gestured to his bodyguard. 'Yet here we are. We're wasting time. Something neither of us have in abundance. I want you to access this data wafer'

He unfurled a huge gauntlet and allowed the Inquisitor to take the wafer within.

'I have a suspiscion our sponsors are no longer. Our comms array is damaged and beyond our skills to repair. This wafer contains access codes and information. I want to know our status and any orders awaiting us. The last dock you made at Nexus Nine will have provided you with an archive update. Access it now'

The Inquisitor sat and slid the wafer into the nearest cogitator and watched as the data flickered onto his screen. Touching his ear he contacted his still watching Interrogator. His own clearance codes were not sufficient to access the full Inquisition System Archive, but Pellemon's were. He whistled softly. 'Isolate remote access and mirroring to node 21-G Interrogator. I dont want anything on this wafer compromising our systems'

'Captain, I will need time to access all the information you require'

The Terminator nodded. 'Agreed. In the meanwhile we need access to your medicae suite'

'You have injured Astartes Captain?'

'No Inquisitor. Worse than that I fear'

He looked up quizzically. 'Worse?' The smell of ozone intensified again as the temperature dropped. 'Oh. Great'

Two more hulking Astartes translated into view, one sporting a wicked looking reductor and the other a hissing heavy flamer.

One advanced upon him. 'I am Brother Patrocles, apothecary to Captain Pellemon'

'And him?' asked the Inquisitor, jutting his chin toward the second new arrival.

'My conscience Inquisitor, in these dark times. Where I go, he follows'

[lotsa_terminators]

I love this thread so much.

[moj0]

100% win

[Renoster]

Looking at him a bit funny and realised he's missing his tilt shield. Well and truly dry on my paint station now!

Next bit of fluff will be done this evening.

 

The Inquisitor entered the Medicae suite and gestured with an open hand. 'Use whatever you need, but tell me what's going on'

 

Patrocles and Pellemon stood unmoving, and the Inquisitor suspected a vox conversation was taking place.

 

'Very well. I will explain as I work'

 

Patrocles' reductor housing slid open and several vials were revealed. 'Geneseed Inquisitor. The literal life of my Chapter'

'I intend to scan this geneseed and compare it against the standards held in the Chapter Archive'

 

'For what purpose Apothecary?'

 

Patrocles activated a scanner servitor and placed the vials in its receptacle. A thin blue beam of light was visible inside the servitor as it worked.

 

'It shames me to say this, but I suspect our geneseed is tainted. We have not received aspirants for many years, but the results of the last few implantations were ... unsatisfactory. We have spent many, many years in the warp and at the reaches of known space. It has.. affected us'

 

The servitor announced its completion and a thin tape spooled from it's chest. Patrocles fed this tape into another cogitator.

 

'Inquisitor, if you please, access the geneseed database'

 

He worked quickly, Pellemon's codes bypassing any resistance to his entry. Data, codewords and information never intended for his eyes raced past, his Inquisition honed memory storing it all away. Finally finding the geneseed blueprint, he compared it to the new data.

 

The servitor spoke: '14% degradation from prime sample. Unknown variance of unknown cause at 12%. Likelihood of successful implantation and full term development... 0%. Recommended course of action: submit to Adeptus Mechanicus for further evaluation' The receptacle opened and the vials rose into view once more.

 

Patrocles bowed his head and gently removed the vials, his fingers showing surprising dexterity for some so armoured. It was almost impossible to see, but the Inquisitor was sure he saw what looked like a silent sigh of pain and anguish animate his huge frame.

 

'It has again come to this my Lord. I am sorry'

 

Pellemon's baritone was subdued, almost quiet. 'We do what must be done brother. Only by our hands'

 

'Only by our hands' replied all the other Terminators.

 

Patrocles threw the vials down, smashing them in the process. The hiss of the flamer grew to a roar and its giant wielder bathed the organs with controlled bursts of stinking promethium, leaving nothing but a blackened smear on the deck.

 

The Inquisitor was aghast, sat bolt upright at the cogitator.

 

'My conscience does what I have often struggled to do Inquisitor. That was the last of our geneseed. We have destroyed it all now. We are doomed'

[Unknown Chronicler]

Stunning story, models and fluff so far, I want to see this progress and see the minis come out and play from the warp. I think I might need to write my own fluff for my minis too now, great work I hope to see an update soon!

[Messor]

Stunning story, models and fluff so far, I want to see this progress and see the minis come out and play form the warp.

 

Quoted for truth.

[Renoster]

The silence was palpable, and the Inquisitor was loath to break it. He swallowed hard.

 

'Captain Pellemon. The archive was most revealing. I fear you will not be happy with what I have found. Do you wish to discuss its contents now or at a later time?'

 

Pellemon turned his head slightly from the smeared deck to regard him. 'Now Inquisitor. Now is all we have'

 

'Very well. What do you know of your 'sponsors', as you put it?'

 

'Little. We are no strangers to the Inquisition; we were often in receipt of Ordo Xenos and Hereticus messages and files. Many formed the basis of our missions and intelligence gathering operations. Our Master knew more, but he has been dead for decades.'

 

'Centuries Captain. He has been dead for centuries. The archive lists his official death 612 years ago. Your armour pattern and equipment was unknown to me. It is identified in the archive under the codeword 'AEGIS' but no more. Not even your clearance codes will provide more information. Every man in your Chapter is a psyker. This is highly unusual, and that information is highly restricted'

 

'My Brothers and I share the Emperor's curse, yes'

 

'Curse? Why do you call it that?'

 

Pellemon's armoured gaze burned deep into the Inquisitor. 'You are a learned man. You have seen the perils of the warp at first hand. What we have seen would make you tremble in your boots. We have seen, and fought, defeated and been defeated by beings whose very essence, form and intention we struggle to identify. They assault us at all times, in the Warp and the edges of realspace. We are not masters of our armour. Its full functions are lost to us. We know that it focusses our powers, and steels our hearts, but at times we are like a beacon in the abyss to all that is foul. Epistolary Damocles can explain in greater detail, but he is required aboard our vessel. You are a psyker too. Does it weigh lightly around your neck Inquisitor?'

 

'Your sponsors were indeed Inquisition, but not in any official capacity. Archives list Lord Inquisitor Corazon as your taskmaster. Corazon was declared Heretic around the time of the death of your Chapter Master. Also implicated and declared Heretic was Magos Alzamon of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Your missions to map the fringes of known space and recover xenos technology were for their benefit. You are declared Heretic Captain, and ordered to submit yourself to the Inquisition. I am sorry'

 

The temperature began to drop in the medicae suite.

 

'Is that so Inquisitor? And how do you suggest we proceed?'

 

(oops, spoilers as to the next miniature! ;) )

[Renoster]

The temperature began to drop in the medicae suite.

'Is that so Inquisitor? And how do you suggest we proceed?'

'I suggest...'

Pellemon raised his hand to silence him, urgently.

'A moment. Brother Damocles. On screen'

A flickering holotransmission appeared on the screens in the medicae suite. The strained, sweating face of a Epistolary Damocles resolved as the screen enhanced the clarity, panning out to reveal his contrasting blue armour and arcane force staff.

'Astropathic communication sent 20 seconds ago from the Zephyr. Encryption level Carnidine, signature authorisation Interrogator Crastian'

All 5 Rhinos turned to face the Inquisitor. He suddenly felt a little exposed.

The screen flared out and then refocussed. 'Weapons servitor command issued Bridge 2-4-Theta, lockout overidden. Gatling Stubbers and lascannon. They are converging on your position now Captain'

The Inquisitor raised his hands. 'Captain Pellemon, I do not know what is happening!'

'It seems today will be educational for us all Inqusitor. Sit still and we will resolve the situation to our satisfaction. Then we will discuss information of use to you.'

The holoscreen hissed, crackled and spoke again. 'Do you require assistance Captain?'

'Brother Cyrene is required. Recall Apothecary Patrocles and maintain the teleport lock. Remain in relative warp position'

Again steam hissed from pipe joints and the Inquisitors breath whistled from his lungs. With an explosion of azure light and a stink of ozone Patrocles was gone.

The Conscience turned to look at his Captain.

'You stay. I'll not have you burn nothing but our future this day'

Epistolary Damocles, Task Force Rhino Librarian

Edit: Camera sorted and Librarian re-shot

[Renoster]

'You stay. I'll not have you burn nothing but our future this day'

The Inquisitor sat frozen in his seat as the terminators readied for battle. Racking the slides of their powerful storm bolters they moved purposefully toward the door.

'My ship!...' began the Inquisitor, before gagging in pain, his teeth throbbing and augmetics aching. It was all he could do to stop himself from crying out. Pellemon watched him silently, his opinion and expression hidden behind his fearsome visage.

'Our Crux Matrix is affecting you Inquisitor. Your augmetics and any metal in your body will vibrate in response. I have been told the feeling is... unpleasant. Do not fear for your ship'

'Crux Matrix?' the Inquisitor dribbled, his body wracked with pain.

'A melding of our Crux Terminatus, blessing of the Emperor, and newly re-discovered technology. It enhances the shielding effect of the Emperor's Shard tenfold. When activated by our brothers who are honoured to wear two Cruces, the effect is magnified exponentially'

The Inquisitor could not respond, folded tightly into a foetal position on the cogitator chair.

Pict screens flickered into life as the Rhinos flanked the doorway. Damocles resolved into view. 'Servitors approaching from east corridor. 4 gun servitors, 12 ships security detachment in attendance'

A now familiar drop in temperature began, and as the acrid stink of ozone and azure light faded, another towering figure stomped toward the door. The Inquisitor could not even open his eyes to inspect the new arrival so great was his pain. He vomited into his chest as a new sound vied with the klaxons, hissing pict screens, crump of heavyily armoured feet and the pounding in his own head, the whine of a rapidly revolving motor.

The new figure spoke as it approached Pellemon. 'Soft shot loaded my lord. May I proceed?'

'Eliminate them Brother Cyrene. I am tired of outside interference'

Cyrene stepped from the suite door and was met with a deadly hail of heavy stubber and lascannon fire from the gun servitors positioned covering the suite. Deadly to anyone but him it seemed as the solid shots bounched of his plate, marking his armour with ugly smears of carbon. The las shot never made it to his adamantium shell. Each beam spattered on impact into a coruscating field and ran like lightning around his body. A barely visible flick of his armoured thumb and his assault cannon spat red hot death.

The soft-nosed rounds tore the servitors into mounds of steaming flesh and circuitry. A final lasbeam flashed into Cyrene's shoulder, spinning him slightly before he regained his balance. Cursing slilently, he diverted more power to his Matrix and advanced toward the corridor junction where the humans were hiding. Before he had turned the corner he could hear them retching and mewling. Rounding it purposefully he stopped and surveyed the prostrate figures in their agony.

'My lord?'

Pellemon surveyed the scene though Cyrene's Tac-Feed. 'Dispose of them Brother. Whoever is not with us is against us'

The whining assault cannon slowed to a smoking stop. The last noise the men heard was the heavy tread of Brother Cyrene, and the wet crunch of his righteous boot.

Pellemon nodded to The Conscience. 'To ash Brother. better we return them to the Emperor than they find an alternative path'

The pain in the Inquisitor's body dulled as The Conscience strode from the suite, and he sat up pitifully. Pellemon's gaze was again unreadable.

'Your Interrogator is not what he seems. I will tell you what I know...'

Brother Cyrene

[Renoster]

Nothing guys and gals? Tumbleweed? Talking to myself in this thread and it's not good for my mental health <_<

 

Any form of CC on the models is most welcome, even on the fluff. I know there are far better painters here than I, so please fire away. I'd like to improve. I've come a long way lurking and looking on this board!

[Isiah]

I think they look great. Good colour scheme, blue eye lenses really draw the eye in. I think you need at least one or two additional colours in the mix though to pick out smaller details – they are looking a little flat and two-coloured. There are a lot of details on the armour that you could pick out in another metallic colours (like the skulls on shin pads); the personal heraldry on their pauldrons need more detailing; purity seals etc etc. For that reason favourite model thus far is Epistolary Damocles as he has more colour on him.

 

Bases a bit plain and (bright) for my tastes. I've always opted for darker bases to push the model forwards.

 

The images themselves could maybe use a little colour correction as they seem too yellow to me, and focus would do wonders :).

 

So there we are, just to prove you aren't talking to yourself Renoster :).

 

Cheers

I

[Renoster]

Isiah,

 

thanks for your comments. I have gone back and picked out several more details and will post the new pics when the models are complete. Initialy i liked the minimalist look, but agree that the details look better picked out. I'm also going to go and highlight and shade some elements. I wanted a battle worn, battered look, but havent got it from simple colours so agree they look flat.

 

Photography is a constant battle with me! Some look great, others.. ahem. The colour is already corrected to remove a yellowy background, is this what you mean?

 

Thanks again!