"Please," he begged, "you're our only hope."
The impassive gas mask stared back at him. The heavily muscled skin of the man facing him seemed to ripple in the heat.
"You want our help?"
"Then pay us. We don't fight for free."
The Planetary Defence Force of Arcadia fell swiftly after the collapse of the system. While the Imperial Guard troops fought valiantly, most of the PDF fled. However, the modifications made to them by the Genetors upon recruitment made it difficult for them to hide. As the atmosphere of the world was poisoned by the Rift, their skin and muscalutre thickened to adapt; and as the toxins of the Drift blocked out the sun, robbing them of melanin, their bodies produced their own substitue which turned them a ratehr alarming shade of blue. Outcast as cowards and easy to spot, the remaining Genetic Infantrymen of the Arcadian PDF decamped to the Badlands where they hire themselves out as effective fighters for the highest bidder.
The biggest experiment here was the lava base, constructed from cork tile and a bit of paint. A very slight OSL yellow on the legs of the GI helped sell it, I think.
The inspiration for the paint job should be obvious to those of us of a certain age, even if it weren't for the numbers on his Helmet, Bag and Gun.
For those of you who haven't twigged, he's my own 40k version of
This was the last Inq28 minature on the to paint pile, so I'll next be turning to a slightly different feel. I'd like to see if the tehcniques I've developed working on these will translate to something slightly more traditional...