Actually bought Annalisa over the weekend, but I've barely had the time to trim the sprue off the Saint Celestine model. Cut my finger doing it, so I anointed the model in blood, and had it take down a Chimera with 2 heavy bolters, a Guard squad with HB, a Command squad and a Dreadnaught. 3 plasma Guard vets eventually brought her down. Roughly 145 points taking down 390-odd points.
Ran the model with Gift of Chaos and wings. I'd imagine that Warptime is even more lethal.
Sniping powerfists is a useful trait to have. Onto fluff:
Scoop: Insanely bloated Havok who lost the use of his legs in the Shelliac Purging, replacing them with a landspeeders anti-gravity unit. Envious of other, more psychical receptive Marines gaining promotions, he drilled his squad until they reached 90% combat efficiency.
Following the heresy, he drugged his little lads, butchering them with electronics, augmetic tissue stuffed with fibre optics, proud Marine flesh made anew in graven machine image. In the confusion, he settled his score with Jecht, and corrupted the Devastator sergeant and his squad, making them utterly thrall to his ego.
Scoop now floats above it all, directing dead hands, dead eyes and dead brains through electronic junk. The blunt will grind you down.
Despises and desires e's powers. A tyrant.
Armed with rocket launcher, Jecht is the sergeant.
e is bitter, twisted and divided. He thought that he would be better under the traitor flag, and now he curses himself for leaving the Imperium. Wants to spread this internal Chaos all over the Segmentum.
Began work on the allied Nechoho themed forces:
The Agents of Aponia:
Vlamidir and
Estragon:
Two Grey Knight Brother-Captains fight on Nihil, both driven insane by the Cnut-Void. Vladimir is consumed by the C'tan and Estragon is later rehabilitated, but retains latent psychosis. His fear overcomes his faith and he is discretely retired.
He is mind wiped and farms a backwards agri-world for several decades.
His false memories deteriorate, and he remembers the awful truths found in pure absence.
The Chaos god Nechoho, the Doubter, finds him. He is drawn into the cult and recruits fellow 'brights' from the population. A full-scale invasion follows, and Vladimir is re-ensconced in a suit of Tactical Dreadnaught Armour, his former memories restored.
The aching loss of his Battle-Brother Estragon weighs heavily on him, and he seeks to pierce the Sea of Dirac cast by the Outsider, so that they can once more stride into battle together. He'll need enough firepower to level a sector...
The Knights of Aponia:-Vladimir (deceased) and Estragon.
- Terminators with powerweapons, chainfists and combiplasmas.
Skopskyite Sect:Plague marine equivelent. As pale, as pure, as painless as driven snow.
Deny all pain, all sensation, believing it to be the root of all evil.
Spend 24 hours a day in total darkness, inside black tomb-wombs shielded by Null-fields.
Entirely blind, they rise only for battle.
Adepts of Aponia:CSM
Unity of Dissent:1k sons. Practice cognitive dissonance. They are there... and not there.
You are shooting at something and nothing simultaneously. Their ammunition creates simliar doubt and confusion in an enemy's molecules. This angst is often fatal.
Chapter philosophy:They seek to end all pain, whether psychic, existential or physical.
They are going to mercy-kill an entire universe.
(Aponia= freedom from pain)The chapter is loosely based on an
idea I had several months ago of recreating Waiting for Godot entirely in 28mm scale and a general love of Beckett.
Estragon's dialogue is taken almost entirely from the works:
Nothing to be done.
Nothing troubles me. And yet I am troubled.
It's barely an issue now.
If he dies: I can't go on. I'll go on.
For the lulz: Is it love, in the rectum?
