Monday, 15 November 2010

Gentlemen, Start your engines!

after a short spell getting down to real employment, holding down three jobs, and of course being obsessed with COD black ops the past week or so.

I finally got down to some 40king, you'll see a new addition on Hive splinter borlina, just the tip of the toothy iceburg.

With the sudden influx of money, I thought I'd splash out on some forgeworld goodies for the nids, but for my beloved guard?

i figured i'd try something special, something i've been planning for a while, but never had the extra dosh to try.

presenting, Biker veterans!

Rough rider count-as, with a twist!




Here you can see the size comparison shot with a badly splodged guardsman who just happened to be to hand

The Twist? A count-as Mogul Kamir on a quadbike


I figured these guys would represent a veteran squad of rough riders, as opposed to my prim and proper death riders (who i see as trainee commissars using steeds to wander the battlefield, and their spears to gain quick battlefield kills- accumulating medals), these guys would be rabid monsters in combat, almost mad max-esque from years of loning it in the war torn streets of borlina (where they probably found the bikes).

one of the bikes is very slightly different, but as a whole, I'm looking forward to creating a rag tag band of biker bullies. I'm thinking up some interesting weapon options already, some of you may be ahead of me already, please feel free to chuck some ideas my way!

Thanks for dropping by!

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The Lucky 88th History

The Lucky 88th

The Royal planet of Borlina is just off the Cadian gate, once a thriving hive planet with a high percentage of royal and rich descendants from Terra itself. Now a diseased, war torn hell hole, home to a twisted secret the Inquisition would rather not recount.

The Curse of Borlina

During a Chaos incursion (Blood & Bile of the Rich Invasion 960.M41) Inquisitor Payne ordered the Orbital Bombardment of the entire planet, choosing Viral Bombing as the means of execution of the foul beasts and corrupted Governors.
Unfortunately the Borlina PDFs were also sentenced to death, whilst deeply in conflict with the Chaos forces.
Under pressure from Inquisitor Rayvenn (of the Black Storm), Inquisitor Payne mercifully ordered areas with high concentrations of loyal forces to be bombed with a weaker strain of the virus. Whilst the planet was bombed with Virus 1, a highly corrosive airborne agent which subsides after 1 day. Virus 13 (a Plague like virus with no corrosive element) was deemed legal for use over loyalist troops, who were forewarned, advised to find cover and don gas equipment. Low on supplies, deep in conflict and without gas equipment the lucky 88th miraculously fought off Virus 13 as if it was a bad case of flu.

Affirmation

A nearby Commissariat fleet jumped at the opportunity to put together their own personal force and made planet fall to gather together the pockets of loyal troops into a fighting regiment. This proved quite difficult, requiring the aid of the nearby Space Marine chapters (“Dragon Marines” and “Black Storm”) to seek out loyal forces.

The largest surviving regiment had barricaded themselves in the Master Palace, which impressed the commissariat no end, for it was a disease ridden nightmare, the very palace itself was a Nurgle infested monstrocity.
Having already adopted the name “Lucky 88th” due to the large amount of survivors from the 88th regiment the troops added a Lucky Ace symbol to their armour and vehicles, much to the annoyance of the commissariat who view it as graffiti and unofficial. In return the more senior commissars keep their gas-masks on when in combat to stir anger into the men, making them fight harder for the injustice caused to them. Lower Commissars tend not to test such practises, wary of the men turning on them when cut off from high command.

Recruitment: The Virus Run

Any outsider coming into contact with any surviving member of the Borlina virus attacks must first be inoculated from the infectious version of the virus which can be fatal to weaker immune systems. New Recruits however are not so lucky. Firstly they are put through a year of heavy training wearing gas masks. Graduation into the Lucky 88th is only complete after a gruelling month fighting through the Virus Run, a heavily infected area of the former Borlingrav Palace, now a Bastion of pestilence and disease. The survivors of this infamous death zone gain the respect of the rest of the regiment, except for the veterans who hate all outsiders including the commissariat.