Grotsmasha's Conversion Challenge 3: Captains Completions

[Grotsmasha]

Welcome to Grotsmasha's Conversion Challenge 3: Captains completion thread, where you will find the Captains completed for the challenge.

For anyone who has no idea what this thread is about, check out the Rules thread HERE

Ok guys, remember when posting you completed Captains, please post them in the following 5 picture format, and please declare 1 Captain per completion post.

Front
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y464/Grotsmasha/IMAG0050_zps3022cea3.jpg

Left
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y464/Grotsmasha/IMAG0052_zps821b9347.jpg

Rear
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y464/Grotsmasha/IMAG0053_zpsa32d3bf8.jpg

Right
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y464/Grotsmasha/IMAG0054_zps39297b38.jpg

3 View - A raised or lowered pic showing 2 sides of the model.
http://i1276.photobucket.com/albums/y464/Grotsmasha/IMAG0055_zps874eb602.jpg


Completing your kit-bash before September 2nd will earn you a Completion banner/pip to wear in your signature.

Ok, so here's the Completion banner and Pip, hopefully in the correct size,

OK, so now that you've posted your completed Captain, now what?? Paint him up and display it with pride in Grotsmasha's Conversion Challenges Showcase Thread over in the Hall of Honour.

The following guys have completed the Challenge, and they've earned the right to display the Completion Banner/Pip with pride;

Malus Trux x 4

cod_lover x 5

Volfen

ChaptermasterDemon7 x 3

ben rolls

reaper_man x 2

HellChyld

Razed_Ruins

Spaced Hulk

furioso-prime

Battle8rother

Drunes

Res Ispa Loquitur

Bra'tac

War Angel

Cheers,
Jono

[Malus Trux]

Hope this isn't too soon but...

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist24_zps024d0376.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist25_zps658206c1.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist26_zps3ea064f2.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist27_zpsfc8695e5.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist28_zpsf4d91122.jpg

I have an Imperial Fists Captain reporting for a Challenge.

One down, four to go.

[Grotsmasha]

On behalf of cod_lover from the other thread;

Ok, this is my 1st Master done, sorry putting him here as completion thread not up yet and I'm in a bit of a hurry to start painting him.

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM1_f.jpg

Front

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM1_l.jpg

Left

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM1_b.jpg

Back

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM1_r.jpg

Right

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM1_c.jpg

Close

 

I'm going to keep mine simple on account of them being in the ETL2.

Oh, and mine have golden angels instead of iron halos.

 

[Volfen]

Well I was up most the night, but this was so much fun I kept having to do "just one more thing"

with still wet glue I present Alaric XXIV in Artificer Armor

Can't wait to paint him. :)

[ChaptermasterDemon7]

Here are my three:

First up is Lord Guardian Valarian, the Third Lord Guardian of the Blood Guardians before being killed (His Iron Halo is the four spikes on his helmet):

Front:

Left:

Back:

Right:

Raised:

Next up is Danterious, Master of the Arsenal:

Front:

Left:

Back:

Right:

Raised:

Finally, there is Tagouse, Master of the Watch. I have to give credit to my friend, though she isnt part of the hobby, helped me create Tagouse from her idea.

Front:

Left:

Back:

Right:

Raised:

Tagouse's Iron Halo is actually a Iron Wolf head due to I did not have any Iron Halo's left to use.

Vow completed and good luck to all the other who are in this!

[Grotsmasha]

@ Malus Trux: I particularly like the mounted pistol and flowing cloak.

@ cod_lover: Nice Co. master, keen to get to grips with the enemy.

@ Volfen: I really feel the action in that pose, shot to the face, follow-up dismemberment. :tu:

@ ChaptermasterDemon7: 3 quick entries, well done :tu: , really dig the big-ass swords, but wth is that gun!!!! I'll be keeping away from him....

 

Cheers,

Jono

[Cod]

Hey nice posts above guys, great ideas.

2nd Master.

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_f.jpg

Front

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_l.jpg

Left

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_b.jpg

Back

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_r.jpg

Right

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_c.jpg

Close

[ben rolls]

pssh loyalists.....

 

http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/benrolls/2013-08-04152332.jpg

http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/benrolls/2013-08-04152323.jpg

http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/benrolls/2013-08-04152313.jpg

http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/benrolls/2013-08-04152305.jpg

http://i559.photobucket.com/albums/ss40/benrolls/2013-08-04152252.jpg

 

we dont need iron halos, we have a festering mantle instead. hope you like.

[reaper_man]

Here is Captain Tegyrius of the Iron Warriors

[ChaptermasterDemon7]

Very nice ya'll. Also Grotsmasha, I wanted to have a large firearm for him, so I made a six barreled stormbolter lol.

[Cod]

3rd Master.

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM3_f.jpg

Front

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM3_l.jpg

Left

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM3_b.jpg

Back

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM3_r.jpg

Right

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM3_c.jpg

Close

[HellChyld]

my entry for the challenge.

Captain Fagerstrom, "Master of Blades" Captain of the 4th Eagles Eternal.

 

Front

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m74/Margorach/602d7ef5-e6a9-4b5f-b058-89c48395dd2a.jpg

 

Left

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m74/Margorach/0227d77a-d856-47c7-93c8-3d4585ff1e12.jpg

 

Rear

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m74/Margorach/eb607e59-fd91-4923-9f67-ba01a2c00b16.jpg

 

Right

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m74/Margorach/caa22acb-69d9-4aae-8bba-2f03dc953314.jpg

 

Close

http://i101.photobucket.com/albums/m74/Margorach/d1250d8f-7117-4b67-97ef-9fa16b500fd1.jpg

 

Captain Fagerstrom is a very in your face lead from the front captain. hope to have some fluff up with him when i get his painted pics up in the eagles eternal thread.

 

Excellent work by all so far. cant wait to see all the entries.

[Cod]

4th Master done. Phew, now the painting begins in earnest.

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM4_f.jpg

Front

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM4_l.jpg

Left

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM4_b.jpg

Back

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM4_r.jpg

Right

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM4_c.jpg

Close

If I get time after the ETL2 I might get another one in, a character I've been thinking bout for a while.

Cod

[Razed_Ruins]

Captain Ryno of the Imperial Fists.

 

Front

http://i.imgur.com/lB9mO1m.jpg

 

Left

http://i.imgur.com/FVPHcpJ.jpg

 

Back

http://i.imgur.com/Az7hcgA.jpg

 

Right

http://i.imgur.com/QXUNn6H.jpg

 

3 View

http://i.imgur.com/iJT9a9v.jpg

 

 

[Spaced Hulk]

(Warning! Wall of Text, Straight Ahead! )

Amongst the battle brethren of the Chapter he was an anomaly. A captain without a company, a bearer without a sword, a knight without honour. Even the ill favoured Revenants were still deemed brothers by those who despised them, but there were none who would willingly claim kinship with him. Amongst a thousand warriors, he was truly alone.

The title and nature of his duties were understood only by the highest ranking members of the Inner Circle, yet his authority was almost absolute. Only the Chapter Master himself could countermand his orders. Even the Lords of the Reclusiam and Librarium gave fealty to him, for he endured responsibilities even graver and more demanding than their own. Yet his true rank was obsolete, an ancient term forgotten by most within the Imperium, and unspoken by those who could remember such things. His kind were a shadow on the pages of history, a dark spectre gratefully consigned to the nightmares of the past.

He could command armies to accomplish his aims, or even mobilise the entire Chapter to war if he deemed it necessary. However, it was exceedingly rare for him to exercise his prerogative. In fact he usually worked alone, and indeed, actually preferred it that way. The blood on his hands, the stain on his honour, the taint in his soul: these were his to endure, and endure alone. Such was the price that needed to be paid, he endured this penance so that his brothers would not.

Like them, he was a knight, a warrior, a killer. But alone amongst their ranks, he had another role. A task sanctioned at the highest level of his order yet officially denied. Secret, necessary but forever unforgivable.

He was a murderer.

***

The redoubt, or what was left of it, was built high upon the brooding black cliffs. An entire company of the Adomite Royal Guard had been stationed within a fortress carved into solid rock. Artillery had been dug into the cliff top: long range mortars, large calibre autocannons, missile batteries and anti-aircraft guns. Enough men and firepower to theoretically repel any attack, whether it came from the dark, turbulent waters of the Adomitean Sea or an airborne assault through the storm laden skies.

Theoretically, that may have been the case, but then the invaders had appeared, like ghosts in the darkness and the redoubt had burned. It's defenders had died, almost to a man. Their mutilated remains were strewn throughout the ruined fortress. The few survivors, those who had managed to escape the carnage, were huddled in a small group amongst the gore stained wreckage, struggling to keep warm as the freezing night wind howled across the cliff tops.

So fierce were the gales, and so deafening their volume, that the Guardsmen didn't hear the roaring engines until it was too late. As the jet black gunship flew directly overhead, a robed figure leapt from the open cargo ramp, dropping amongst the survivors on a pillar of fire. Scattering in panic, the Adomites raised their lasrifles, aiming them at the massive, power armoured warrior that had suddenly landed in their midst. Despite the horrors they had endured, no one fired. It was impressive discipline, the Space Marine thought to himself, considering the nature of the foe that had razed this fortress to the ground.

“Identify yourself.” One of the Guardsman stepped forward, an auto-pistol clenched in a shaking hand. The ragged remains of a great coat was worn over the soldier's battered carapace armour, the epaulettes on his shoulders marking his rank. The speaker's other arm ended abruptly at the elbow, the tattered, blood soaked cloth of his jacket fluttering in the wind. A chainsword wound, the newcomer assessed.

“At ease Lieutenant.” The Space Marine's voice was a deep, bass growl, somehow audible even over the howling gale. His war plate was a bright, shining steel, covered by wind swept black robes and the pelt of great, ursine beast that trailed behind him like a cape. The bulky jump pack strapped to his back made his massive form even more imposing. Grenades and melta charges were attached to his armour, but other than these explosives, the warrior appeared to be unarmed.

“Captain Charon, of the Adeptus Astartes Sword Bearers,” he continued, “We intercepted your distress call. I am here to assess your situation. Are you in command here?”

“Yes...my lord.” The officer nodded to the Guardsmen around him. Slowly, warily, they lowered their weapons. “You are alone? We had hoped for...”

“My brothers are scouring the hinterlands, searching for the attackers before they can strike again.” Charon looked around as he spoke, staring into the eyes of each surviving Guardsmen. He could see the same emotions repeated again and again: fear, pain, shock. These soldiers had somehow survived an assault of utter brutality, and the psychological trauma was evident on their numbed faces.

“Tell me what happened here.” The Sword Bearer turned back to the wounded lieutenant. “Tell me about the Space Marines who did this.”

***

“They came two mornings ago, just before dawn.” Vadim, the Adomite Lieutenant was sitting on an empty ammunition case, cradling his ravaged arm to his chest. The young officer should have died of blood loss, but this close to the man Charon could smell the unmistakable stench of burnt flesh. He had cauterized the wound himself in the only way possible, by thrusting his bleeding stump of an arm into a burning gun emplacement. For a mortal, the pain must be excruciating, Charon thought to himself. That the Adomite was still alive, let alone conscious and lucid, was a testament to the strength and hardiness of the inhabitants of this world. Potentially ideal aspirants to the Astartes, the Sword Bearer mused.

“The attack started without warning,” Vadim continued, “somehow they evaded all our sensors and auspex traps, silently eliminated the sentries and infiltrated the redoubt. The first we knew that something was wrong was when the generators exploded in a fireball that shook the entire fortress.”

“And then?” Charon asked, still watching the Guardsmen around him. The fear was slowly beginning to leave them, he decided. His presence, the presence of one of the Emperor's Angels, was having a calming, reassuring effect. Even for mortals as traumatised as these.

“Then the lights went out, and they began to slaughter everybody. Everybody.” Vadim's voice took on a cold, harsh edge. “There was nothing we could do. Our weapons were completely ineffective. Lasguns. Autorifles. We may as well have been throwing stones.”

“How many were there? What did they look like?” Charon asked. This was the information he needed to know. The information his Chapter needed to know.

“We estimate five, maybe six. It was difficult to tell. Almost everybody who saw them died. We're fortunate to be alive. Twelve of us left, from a company of over two hundred.”

“What did they look like?” Charon repeated, more forcefully this time. “What colour was their plate?”

“I'm not sure. It was pitch black, we barely saw them.” Vadim murmured, pain and weariness etched into his face.

“Blue. Their armour was dark blue” Another Guardsman spoke this time, an older man whose face was swathed in bandages. “I saw them before the explosion that took my sight. They wore blue armour, covered with skulls and lightning bolts. They were collecting the skins of our dead.”

“Night Lords.” Charon hissed, speaking more to himself than the soldiers around him. The foul traitors of the Eighth Legion had been his Chapter's ancestral enemies since the days of the Great Heresy and the Thramas Crusade. Indeed, the Sword Bearers had been founded, officially at least, to counter the Night Lords predations out here on the very edge of the Imperium. He was not surprised to find that Curze's Sons had been responsible for the carnage. In fact, part of him was relieved. Whilst horrific in their methods, there were worse possible culprits for this assault than the traitors of the Eighth. From his perspective anyway.

“Aye, blue armour.” The blind soldier continued, “All but one of them wore blue.”

Charon moved so suddenly that the Guardsmen around him gasped. He grabbed the blood stained tunic of the speaker, lifting him off the ground and pulling him close to his face plate.

“There was another?” The Sword Bearer whispered, his voice surprisingly soft through the vocal emitters of his battle helm.

“Yes my Lord” the blind man gasped, his whole body trembling in renewed fear. “There was a warrior unlike the others. A warrior in black.”

“Did you see anything else? Any logo or insignia? Is there anything else you remember about him?”

“No my lord.” The soldier was sobbing now, unable to weep through his ruined eyes. “Only a sword. A winged sword on his shoulder.”

Charon released the old man, letting him slump to the floor. The Sword Bearer took a step back, away from the cluster of soldiers. He folded his arms behind his back and sighed, the sound hissing from his helm in a burst of static. It was true then. A traitor far worse than even the Night Lords had walked this cursed ground. And there were witnesses. Crom's prescience had, regrettably, been proven correct once again. Not for the first time, he wished that the Chief Librarian could be a little less accurate in his divinations.

“My Lord, is..is everything alright?” It was Vadim who broke the Sword Bearer's reverie, the young officer had risen from his seat, still holding his mutilated arm.

The Sword Bearer didn't answer, for he had no desire to lie to these men. Turning slowly around, he observed each of them in turn, memorising their faces. Fear was evident in them once again, but whilst most Astartes would be repulsed by such mortal failings, Charon felt nothing but pity. These Guardsman had already suffered a horrific assault by a brutal and merciless foe, but now they were damned simply for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“We're glad you're here my Lord” Vadim continued, approaching cautiously. “We are fortunate to be alive, but we would not survive another attack. If you hadn't...”

Charon spun around to face the young lieutenant, drawing both his plasma pistols in a smooth, continuous movement. The matching handguns had been holstered at his back, hidden from view by the animal pelt that hung from his shoulders. They were ancient and powerful, relics of a bygone age, but they lacked the grace and balance of a blade. Even now, so many years after giving up his sword, the ritual weapons of his office still felt cumbersome and unwieldy. He had exchanged finesse for sheer destructive capability.

“No.” Charon said softly, aiming a pistol straight at Vadim's trembling features. The other gun was targeting the next soldier in line. He had already worked out the most efficient fire pattern. “You are far from fortunate I'm afraid.”

The Sword Bearer would remember them, as he remembered all the Emperor's servants he had killed in the prosecution of his duty. That was his penance. That was the price he paid to protect the secrets of the past.

“Forgive us.” he whispered as he pulled the triggers.

***

My first entry: Dumah Charon: Suppressor Captain of the Sword Bearers, Lord of Silence, Last Moritat of the Dark Angels Legion.

***

Dumah Charon is the current Lord Suppressor of the Sword Bearers, a position he has held for over sixty years. Amongst their fellow Unforgiven Chapters, the responsibility for concealing the existence of the Fallen Angels is shared collectively by every member of the Inner Circle. The Sword Bearers, however, appoint this task to a single individual. The sole duty of this 'Lord of Silence' is to ensure that knowledge of the Fallen is contained, by eliminating all evidence and witnesses to their existence. Such a crucial role requires it's incumbent to abandon all sense of mercy and honour, for they must be prepared to do whatever is necessary, no matter how heinous and ignoble, in order to fully safeguard the Legion's dark and terrible secrets.

The office of Lord Suppressor is an evolution of a martial caste that was once widespread throughout the original Space Marine Legions: the Moritats. During the Great Crusade such warriors were synonymous with wanton death and destruction, acting as the very epitome of the Adeptus Astartes. Following the Great Heresy, Moritats fell into disfavour, their battlefield excesses perhaps too reminiscent of the horrors perpetrated by the Traitor Legions. The Sword Bearers resurrected this long forgotten tradition, adapting the concept to better serve their own needs.

Once selected, each Suppressor Captain is presented with the antique heirlooms that serve as both their traditional weapons and mark of office. The Lion's Claws are a matching pair of Mark I plasma pistols, ancient but deadly handguns believed to have been part of Lion El Jonson's personal armoury. In exchange, the new Moritat surrenders his own sword, which is then buried with the mortal remains of his predecessor deep within the crypts of the Fenspire, the Sword Bearer's mountain fortress home. This symbolic gesture means that in death, each Lord Suppressor is able to finally reclaim the honour they renounced in life.

Although officially a Captain, Lord Charon does not lead a specific Company. Instead, all Sword Bearers assets and personnel are his to requisition as he sees fit, although he must ensure that the Legion's secrets remain concealed to the uninitiated. As a result his rank is something of a paradox, for he is technically outside the chain of command and yet his orders are obeyed without question. For those unaware of the necessity of his actions, he is seen simply as a weapon of terror, the orchestrator of senseless murder and atrocity. As a result the rank of Suppressor Captain is abhorred by the knightly orders of the Sword Bearers, for whom dishonour is seen as worse than death itself. Only those within the Inner Circle know how critical Charon's task truly is, respecting both his sacrifice and the terrible burden he carries on behalf of all Sons of the Lion.

***

[ben rolls]

Awesome back story mate. Let us know if you write more of his story

[Artemid]

Well I just lost Awesome job there!

[Adeptus-Alaska]

Well, I guess the competition is getting steeper with each challenge!

 

Hope this isn't too soon but...

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist24_zps024d0376.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist25_zps658206c1.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist26_zps3ea064f2.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist27_zpsfc8695e5.jpg

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist28_zpsf4d91122.jpg

I have an Imperial Fists Captain reporting for a Challenge.

One down, four to go.

Frikkin EPIC!

 

Hey nice posts above guys, great ideas.

2nd Master.

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_f.jpg

Front

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_l.jpg

Left

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_b.jpg

Back

 

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_r.jpg

Right

http://i203.photobucket.com/albums/aa216/cod_lover/CM2_c.jpg

Close

This guy is the BIZ!

[Drunes]

Well, I guess the competition is getting steeper with each challenge!

 

Hope this isn't too soon but...

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist24_zps024d0376.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist25_zps658206c1.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist26_zps3ea064f2.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist27_zpsfc8695e5.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/ImperialFist28_zpsf4d91122.jpg

 

I have an Imperial Fists Captain reporting for a Challenge.

 

One down, four to go.

Frikkin EPIC!

 

I Agree, he is very nice, but if I may, the junction between the hand and the shield is a bit akward to me

[Adeptus-Alaska]

well, I broke 2 rules today!

 

1. I didn't wait the 24 hrs.

 

2. I accidentily primed him before I took photos. Sheesh, get it together prime! without further a do.

 

I present Captain Karlaen, the Shield of Baal, the Foe Crusher, the Commander of the "Swords of Baal" Blood Angels Armaggedon strike force!

 

front:

http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i438/furioso-prime/B3422E57-7589-47E0-A502-28BDDBC38546-647-000000BF67288FA0.jpg

 

left:

http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i438/furioso-prime/85721B0F-FEAA-4B8E-AE0F-11275644D594-647-000000BF518A83F3.jpg

 

back:

http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i438/furioso-prime/D31910D3-481F-4E51-91F1-E605CA424BAF-647-000000BF57D690F8.jpg

 

right:

http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i438/furioso-prime/24F6B1CA-C157-4754-90C2-17D1C754FF79-647-000000BF6161785F.jpg

 

3/4 overhead:

http://i1093.photobucket.com/albums/i438/furioso-prime/94091339-D1F2-415C-A262-F67C6342BB22-647-000000BF497B2659.jpg

 

this is a birthday present for my son's 9th birthday(he's getting a 5k Blood Angels army and a Gamers Edition Apocalypse book!)

 

the pics would have been better if I hadn't primed him black!

 

sorry Grot,

 

prime

[Grotsmasha]

@ cod_lover: You weren't kidding around, 4 quick and excellent entries. Of the four, the second is my favourite, although that big-ass scythe is pretty cool. Good luck getting them done for the ETL, and I hope to see them on the HoH thread soon.

@ ben rolls: Another excellent tribute to Papa Nurgle,,I really like your Nurgleised GS style.

@ reaper_man: He suits the IW to a tee :tu: he's gunna look epic once he's all painted up.

@ HellChyld: Lovin' those big-ass swords, aint nobody gunna :cuss with him.

@ Razed Ruins: Really digging Captain Ryno, that mkIV powerfist fits in quite nicely.

@ Spaced Hulk: Love the fluff, love the model, very well done, again, and again.

@ furioso-prime: I really like that pose, its says, give me your best shot, I'll even give you a freebie.

 

Cheers,

Jono

[Malus Trux]

@furioso-prime

Thanks. I agree on the raising bar. I'm quite enjoying this challenge.

 

@Drunes

Yeah, I noticed that too but only after looking at it in pics. I'll probably do something about that before I paint.

 

Alrighty, second Cap. Ride like the wind!

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Khan1_zps37df7f8c.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Khan2_zps461c82d9.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Khan3_zpsaa571ef0.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Khan4_zpsed939541.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Khan5_zpsc7f3b126.jpg

 

2 down, 3 to go.

[Malus Trux]

Sigh, so I've seen the new Vanguard Vet kit & looks I'll be redoing Shrike again but until then, here's my kit bashed Shadow Cap

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Shadow1_zps5281c570.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Shadow2_zps26a1db89.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Shadow3_zpsc8ca4425.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Shadow4_zps247d89bc.jpg

 

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/trex238/Shadow5_zpsee87514f.jpg

 

3 down, 2 to go.

[Grotsmasha]

Two really cool entries there Malus, but that counts-as Shrike stands out to me, that is one really cool model.

 

Cheers,

Jono

[Adeptus-Alaska]

those outrider bikes are sooo cool