Civilian Field Trucks

The 7^th hour came and went on the rumbly, dusty track that passed for a road out in the Inhab. Kilometer after kilometer of deserted, rocky waste rolled by. Sure it was going to be an Eden, god's new promised land, a fertile, bountiful paradise where citizens could idle their time away pondering the greater questions of life and what it means to be alive; but now is our time. I mean, someone has to tend to the vast terraformation apparatus of this world; and for what, some future generation, able to walk free among the trees and vales? 

For now, though, there is kilometer after kilometer of lifeless, rocky wasteland. You could call it the badlands, or as we say the Inhab; Inhabitable Zone. The mind does tend to wander out here, with nothing new to see. Blue sky is a blessing, at least we have that in common with Old Earth, but otherwise brown and tan is the whole landscape before us.

The thrumming of the engine and the occasional whoosh of wind outside the truck; the tinny stream of country-western coming from the radio, we're not completely hopeless after all. The atmo out here is, of course, barely breathable. That's why we wear the sup-ox respirators outside. We are still in the microbial genus of the terraformation process, after all. Which is to say, you could last a few hours at most outside, at which point you'd begin to dream. If you're lucky, you might be able to shake it off, get up and locate some supplementary oxygen, but that's only if you're lucky.

In the Inhab, you have to bring your sup-ox. The familiar band of habitable atmo that surrounds the equator, the Habzo, is where civilization, such as it is, can flourish. The climate around the planet's midriff, if you will, is breathable. That's the stage of T-formation we live in; barring the occasional storm passing though, bringing CO₂ in its wake, like a plague, only less biological and more fundamental.

They did tell us one day we would pay to breathe, but who believed them?

Our field trucks are atmosealed, thank god, so we can breathe easy inside. But there is no lock, so the second you open the door, all that sweet oxy dissipates into the atmo.

Maintenance supplies are routed regularly to the HVAT-25 Atmospheric Scrubbers; it’s our job to get it there; lucky us! But at least it’s better than the alternative. It's totally stupid, but if we let our contract slip, then the republicans will be able to claim our hold as territory of the Republic, god forbid! Those loonies would have us all hup-tooing their progressive line before the day grew long!

No, we had a contract, a contract with the original colonial authority, not whatever passes for a CA these days.

I mean, who in hell do those jokers think they are, Nu-Mars Republic; like they don't even know how to spell 'new', WTF bastards! Uniting the free-holds into a unified political body…F-them!

We were here long before they ever showed up, and we'll be here long after they’ve sucked their last molecule of CO₂ in the street, or I'm not a free-holder by the grace of god the almighty!

Still... legally, the charter is the only thing between us and total assimilation, so we had better maintain our seventeen HVATs, or the breach of contract will give the Nu-Mars Republic all the legal ammunition it needs to seize our hold, and all of us with it, to become shiny new citizens in their new utopian paradigm; not that 'legal' is the only ammunition it would take.

Thanks for looking!

Tom

Colonist Utility Trucks, WIP

Here are some work in progress shots of my latest project. These are going to be field trucks for the colonists or, more likely, any of the irregular, radical factions. They are loaded down with stowage because Nu-Mars is is a tough place to eek out an existence, and because I just can't help but add tons of loot.

Without any weapons mounted, they will carry fighters around, deploy weapon and comm systems in the field, and even provide medevac, when necessary. They will also make excellent mission targets.

They are kit bashed from WWII British artillery tractors, but as you can see, they make much better Sci-Fi trucks.

I glued three pins on each side to hold some tie-down string, which I'll add later after the base coating is done.

The stowage is, of course, electronic components, harvested from circuit boards.

Here are some shots before I primed everything, showing the stowage a little better, and with more of the same piled up in the background, also a militiaman for scale.

And these show the original kit, more or less. I had sculpted on some stowage a while ago. The fuel tanks are from a T-34.

 

Radical Reinforcements

I just finished a batch of 15mm Sci‑Fi radicals, armed to the teeth with RPG’s, SAW’s, and assault rifles. These Oddzial Osmy (O8) miniatures are awesome and I love each and every sculpt. I’ll be using them to represent a variety of factions; anarchists, eco‑terrorists, and union heavies to name a few.

As you can see, the sculpts are really imaginative, a solid line of low‑tech sci‑fi. They have a ton of variety, and this batch represents only about half of the sculpts available now. Each model has a lot of character, and the group as a whole comes off as a little bit punk, a little bit rock‑n‑roll. They would fit right in in Mega‑City 1, duking it out with the law.

These are probably the last miniatures that I’ll prime with black. I’ve been trying to lighten up my painting with various techniques, and I pulled out all the techniques I could think of for these guys except the white primer. Partly I wanted to see if the primer color really mattered (I think it might just a little) and partly I already had them primed in black, so there you go.

The pewter that they are cast with is a very hard, brittle material; more so than the usual white metal. I made the mistake of trying to bend one of my colonial militia (NVL) guys at the legs. Well he now slogs into battle on a pair of prosthetics. But having learned that lesson, I now really like the properties of the metal. I have confidence these guys will be very robust on the table top, no bent gun barrels and the like.

These guys are beautifully sculpted, like all O8 models that I’ve seen. The level of detail is quite fine. All the faces are clean and well balanced. The folds, pouches, and other details are crisp and smooth; a real joy to paint. I would like to see some NVL equipment make it into more rebel hands in the future, if there are any more codes planned, but these guys are well worth putting some time into and giving some care to the paint work, very rewarding. O8 are easily my favorite 15mm Sci‑Fi infantry models.

 

 

Thanks for checking these out,
Tom Kelley