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I missed the cut-off for inclusion in the Thorn Moons invitational, but that’s probably just as well. If I’m honest I don’t have the time to put into this… but I couldn’t help but be a little inspired, so I went through my many boxes of old miniatures, and assembled a squad.
The genesis of these models is that they were intended to be plague zombies in the Eye of Terror campaign for Warhammer 40,000… back in 2003.
I began looking at them in a different light, the green light of the Thorn Moons. Here’s the campaign premise once more:
Study humanity in the eternal war – the imperial guard and its many regiments sent to bring the moons to compliance, their rogue brethren set to burn all, the Thorn Moons twists in their corrupted millions and Green Mechanicvm and their planetary defense skitarii in desperate defense of their realms, the human foot soldiers of the inquisition in their esoteric glory…
Build and paint five human sized models that beautifully and fittingly describe the humble human in the galactic war and show of your original ideas and understanding of the Warhammer 40000 universe.
Story is king.
Firstly, you’ll notice four isn’t five. What can I say? Maths was never my strong point. However I would still like to present to you Squad 217 (deceased).
Not all who join the Imperial Guard regiments are loyal citizens of the Imperium. Many resent their service and simply wish to return home. So it was with the men of Squad 217.
It was Sergeant Vikarius who saw the escape pod’s security seal had failed. Gathering the other members of the squad, he offered them a choice. Stay on the ship taking them to die on battlefields unknown, or come with him to return home. A murderous fight broke out, at this between loyalists and escapees. Vikarius charged into the pod with three of his loyal fellows and blasted away from the ship, leaving ruin and death in his wake.
Of course the bridge crew saw the unauthorised launch. Seeing their trajectory, the deck officer laughed and rescinded the order to fire. No point in adding spent ammunition to the loss of a pod. Their destination would be fitting punishment.
The pod hurtled into the twisted space of the Thorn Moons, the clawing forces of gravity drawing them inexorably down to the world below.
Their journey was cramped, with the pod’s air running out fast due to a leak. As their last of their air was sucked away they came down hard, the pod bursting into flames on impact.
The men of squad 217 stumbled from the burning ruins of their escape pod to find themselves alone on an alien surface. Since that time they have wandered under the twilight of the thorn moons, changed forever.
Sergeant Uri Vikarius
Vikarius still leads his threadbare squad across the surface of the Thorn Moons. They stay away from the trees, but scavenge items where they can. Hunger and thirst do not trouble them, and while wounds linger, they are not painful. Vikarius carries his chainsword and an heirloom pistol. His scout’s senses have saved the squad from several ambushes.
Corporal “dice” Voxemartens
A piece of burning escape pod landed on the corporals leg, burning it to the bone. He drags himself through the wastes with the rest of the squad, insisting the exposed bone looks worse then it is. In truth he has begun to wither from the legs up, as if the world were sucking away what little life he has left.
He speaks constantly into his vox, saying he hears replies from no voice he’s ever heard before.
Trooper Piri Pirinelli
Trooper Pirinelli suffered most in the pod fire, with serious burns to his face and left arm. In the days that followed the skin on his face blackened and sloughed off. His eyes were burned blank but now reflect the green glow that is ever-present in the Thorn Moons. He carries a clutch of phosphor grenades though supplies run low.
Only Trooper Pawl knows which side he was on during the struggle for the pod. Did he charge in with the others, or was his pushed in by chance? He has never said, and keeps to himself, talking with the others only when necessary.
Of all the squad only Trooper Pawl suspects the truth; that they died in that pod and have been reanimated by the fey magics of this realm. That they have wandered far, perhaps too far, from the Emperor’s light.
When the stars dim, and the forests glow green, Trooper Pawl hears the calls. One day soon, he will answer them…
So, how did I do? Regardless, there will be plenty to enjoy as the Thorn Moons project continues.