The impact on the rock formation was massive. Every hit tore chunks of stone from the rock. The sound of the exploding slugs was unmistakable to any one that heard it before. Barabbas Jones had heard it plenty of time, he knew exactly what it meant: The buggers had boltguns.
He cowered down behind the rocks as the incoming bolt fire countinued to hammer his position. He wasn’t alone, the rest of his lads were pinned down too and they were certainly outgunned and out-positioned here. The Society of Friends had the upper hand, no doubt, as they continued to fire out from their fortified position controlling the Chapel’s ancient eastern gate.
Barabbas still had a couple of aces up his sleeve thou. He raised Gunn over com:
-Mr. Gunn, the exo if ye may.
-One moment, cap’n , just need …
The static and bolter fire drown the rest of Gunn’s response. Barabbas could only wait will the barrage continued. Only problem was that it was that Society of Friends had already started to circle them. In a moment or two their position would be entirely compromised and they gunned downed to a man.
-By the Emperor’s beard, if ye dun get that damn exo down here right now I’ll feed ye to the dogs!
Barabbas barely got to finished the sentence before the first Krak missiles zoomed past him and slammed into the fortifications by the gate forcing the men there to take cover. Mr. Gunn had arrived. The next volley broke the gate leaving their passage to the Chapel open.
On Barabbas’ command his crew lashed forward hurling smoke grenades to cover their advance. They had but seconds to enter the Chapel before the guards controlling the gate would reform and attack again. Seconds, on the other hand, was all they needed.
Once they had cleared past the gate and the immediate danger Gunn steered his make-shift war walker next to captain. The towering walker took a knee lower its pilot next to Barabbas. It squeaked and screamed as its rusty pistons worked. It was an old, repurposed industrial exo-skeleton that Gunn had expropriated from the Lord of Bastards, the Pirate King on Skallar. Gunn lent forward and spoke to the captain:
-Ye know cap’n, ye could ‘ave just paid ’em for entry. They be quite clear on that.
-Pay for plunder, the old Rogue Trader laughed. Sure, could’ve dun that but what fun’d that be?
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Doh! I somehow managed to publish it post long before it was ready. Oh well, not much to do about that.
So I’ve been fiddling around with my bits box during the last couple of nights. It isn’t best walker I’ve done but it’s growing on me. I like the scrawny and awkward look of it. It is clearly not the most optimal of war machines. But bringing a proper Dreadnought would be a bit of overkill for a small skirmish game, don’t you agree?
Take a look and let me know what you think. I know the sculpting isn’t that great but I aim to cover everything thing under a sea of rust and heavy duty weathering.