Television is rather a frightening business. But I get all the relaxation I want from my collection of model soldiers.
Peter Cushing

Wednesday 12 April 2017

"Digging up the dead with
A shovel and a pick
It's a job, it's a job
Bloody moon rising with
A plague and a flood
Join the mob, join the mob
It's all over. It's all over, It's all over
There's a leak, there's a leak,
In the boiler room
The poor, the lame, the blind
Who are the ones that we kept in charge?
Killers, thieves, and lawyers
God's away. God's away, God's away
On Business. Business.
God's away, God's away. God's away

On Business."

-Tom Waits

"My Lord Governor, I don't think you quite understand the change in your circumstances. Whatever authority you had left with Battle Fleet Elysium and whatever hope you had of rescue died when the spaceport was vapourised along with half the Primaris Hive. Whatever hope of survival you had withered with the crops when the fallout from that strike turned most of your world into Ash Dunes drifting over everything. I am an Inquisitor and I am - basically - all the Imperial Authority there is left. Perhaps more importantly, you fail to grasp that this is no longer a matter of treating a disease. That is over. Your planet has a cancer and it is inoperable. You world is dying and the only thing left to us is to ensure that the tumor does not outlive the host. Understand this: there is no hope of rescue, there will be no happy ending. Now I am certain that you are recording this, or more likely broadcasting it live to the Noble Houses that cluster round this palace like parasites on a mangy dog. So I speak to you all: you. Are. Going. To. Die. The only choice left open to you is how you go to meet your Emperor; on your knees, begging, or on your feet with a weapon in your hand. This is The Drift. This is where we draw a line."

The words I spoke in the Governor's office, those many years ago. 

Fine words. 

But they came with a cost. I know what they call me now. Janus, the skull faced one. The flesh on half my faced scoured away by the ash of this place. My bolter is almost empty. My friends are dead. My armour is all that keeps me alive, and it is more rust than metal now. I cannot close the eye that does not see, for the lid was burned away. 

But I will hold the line. 

There's no one else.


As I said in my last post, I ended up making a matched pair of the same character in two different genres, so here is Inquisitor Janus to lead my Inq28 Warband.

This was a pure kitbash made entirely out of the box of junk The Good Lady Er Indoors bought for me ages ago. I didn't even realise what the face was until I started painting it; once I did the need to make the character at the ragged edge of what he could take became clear. This was a man who had given his all and had nothing left.

Liberal use of the ModelMates Rust effect helped finish him off.

I'm very happy with how he turned out and think they make a great matched pair.

A slight break from Inq28 looms with the start of the new project....