The Dark Compliance

[jeremy1391]

Very good stuff!

[Vazzy]

 

 

"The car is on fire, and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows" 

 

The Rumne family had only been visiting Allianz for the weekend, and they’d had an excellent one so far. They’d caught a game of footie, and seen some of the historical sites, including where the XIIIth legion had originally made planetfall. Aron knew his family looked like tourist, bedecked in souvenir T-shirts and sporting cheap pict takers, but he didn’t care. In truth, he was simply glad to be out of Bayern.  The insurrection had slowly been growing, and he had wanted his family to avoid the violence. Just the week before, suicide bombers had struck not five blocks from the family’s modest hab, killing thirty people. Local PDF had struggled to contain the illusive group and Aron had heard rumors that they’d overrun some of the military complexes in the poles. He’d gone so far as to purchase a small stub pistol, not expecting to use it, but at least he’d have it.  His wife smiled at him, her long blonde hair gleaming in the bright summer sun. He smiled back, then slapped his eldest son, Gregor on the back.

 

“Lovely, isn’t it? We never get this kind of weather back home. Enjoy it.”

 

Gregor grunted, preferring to stare at his data slate. Aron shook his head ruefully, and turned to his younger daughter,Emilia, who was in awe of the 10 meter high statue of Lord Guilliman. 

 

It was an impressive display, featuring the primarch in a relaxed pose, weapons sheathed at his side. The primarchs features, though made of cold marble, had warmth to them, like a protective big brother, who you could always depend on. He had raised his picter when the first bomb went off, throwing him off his feet.  He saw another man, fifty feet away, rip open his shirt, revealing his explosive vest beneath. Aron, deafened by the first explosion, could only watch as the man screamed, “For the Octed!”, and then exploded. He felt the heat, and then the pain, and began to scream. His wife lay a few feet away, being helped to her feet by Gregor, who was unscathed. Next to them, Emilia was sprawled on the cobblestone, neck skewed at an awkward angle, eyes staring glassily. Gregor stepped towards him, arm outstretched, but Aron waved him away, tears in his eyes. He looked down and saw he was missing both legs from the thigh down, and laughed slightly before slumping down, dead. 

 

Gregor war horrified at what he’d seen. His father was dead, along with his sister. Gun fire was beginning to start, and he realized he was in a very bad place. He grabbed his mother and ran, their blond hair, dusted with grey ash.

 

36 hours later

 

Gregor had lost his mother. He regretted it immensely, but he’d left her alone to find shelter and when he’d returned, she was gone.  That had been 18 hours ago. So far, Gregor knew next to nothing. He’d heard of mobs of frenzied warriors overrunning the beleaguered arbites units, and according to one young trooper, Astartes. Gregor had seen neither of these things, though he had heard whispers in the dark, and footsteps following him, yet no one was there when he would look. He squinted in the dark, the ash clouds blotting out the sun, making it difficult to breath, or even see. Rumor had it the Rindlans had been obliterated by atomics, creating even more atmospheric debris.  He ducked under a fallen girder, and sat down, resting for awhile, hoping for deliverance he doubted would come. He came to, three hours later, to screams, and the revving of a chainblade. The screams reached a crescendo as the chain weapon revved even louder, followed by wet thumps, and gurgles. Gregor burrowed himself into the wet ash, and let out shallow breaths as he heard giant footsteps approaching. He felt his body freeze at the sight of a massive, ceramite clad warrior strode by, armor stained and battered, and the eye lenses weeping blood. At it’s waits, decapitated heads leaked blood, and Gregor caught the glimpse of bright blonde hair, shining in the dim light. He wept. 

 

20150427_210200 by vazzy2012, on Flickr

 

20150427_210238 by vazzy2012, on Flickr

[XIVth legionary Drekus, veteran of Istvaan 3,5, member of the elite extermination cadre]

20150427_210251 by vazzy2012, on Flickr

 

[Photos taken during battle in Robbery, believed to be a member of XIVth legion extermination cadre, denoted by the bleeding eye and black helm stripe. This legionary is reported to have killed over 2,000 non combatants in the first week of the invasion, a disturbing tally. He would be found leading cultists against militia positions throughout the campaign. It is believed he escaped off planet after a run in with the VII legion champion Erastedes.]

[Vazzy]

EDIT: To be fair, I may have over done the weathering a little. I'm learning. I also realized I should have done all the markings I needed first...

 

 

So...I've been very, very, busy lately. I just finished up my second year at Texas State, and have started an internship with Aramco Services. As I no longer have to life guard or work crazy hours like I'm used to in the summer, I can finally start to work on new modelling styles and techniques. With the Auxilia here, I'm really trying to make a suitably weathered/heavy use army. They're the personal retinue of a rogue trader who doesn't care about looks as long as it works, so his men aren't super clean looking. It's also simply me wanting to extend with growth. I got an airbrush and compressor and I'm starting to go.

[Marshal Rohr]

Good job on the internship with ARAMCO, brother! I'll be looking at jobs with them post-graduation in December. You'll be able to afford a lot more resin-crack if that works out for you :P

[Vazzy]

Good job on the internship with ARAMCO, brother! I'll be looking at jobs with them post-graduation in December. You'll be able to afford a lot more resin-crack if that works out for you :P

Good luck man! Any idea which facility they'll place you at if you go with Aramco?

[Marshal Rohr]

Somewhere in Saudi :D

[Vazzy]

Image of Leman Russ Executioner "Ace of Hearts", captained by Reginald Fretrau. Currently assigned to unit  LRE-4673 "Crusher"

 

20150525_195640 by vazzy2012, on Flickr

 

20150525_195631 by vazzy2012, on Flickr

 

Still a bit WIP, though it's getting there.