Finally, my Marut is painted and ready to battle!
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| For anyone wondering, the mat is Neo-Tokyo PVC from Deep-Cut Studio |
Approaching a bigger miniature has been really fun and very satisfying but I have to admit the assembly part was quite stressful.
To celebrate, I decied to write a short story about Aleph's TAG, enjoy:
Zizhan glanced down the street, where holographic cherry blossoms sizzled in the rain. A graceful river of citizens was flowing quietly out of the subway, dispersing itself into the night's alleys. He took a moment to find Huyên into the crowd: a tall, beautiful woman with a Jade Empire service combi rifle concealed in the cello case strapped on her back. Her face was now perfectly calm, totally abandoned to the moment, so different from the one she had when she confessed him her concerns on their mission, a few days before. She didn't share their lieutenant's approach: according to her, using heavy infantry troops in such a densely populated district was reckless and would have compromised the operation.His comlog started blinking: combat group one was on the move and it was time to act. He went down the stairs and pulled up his hood to protect the visor from pouring rain. The zone had to be clear for the extraction of lieutenant's trusted Tiger Soldiers but, moments before he could finish deploying his mines over the perimeter, a sudden blast rose a cone of flames and dust two blocks away from his position. Hell stormed from his comlog: combat group one had engaged the enemy sooner than expected.Going upstream the screaming crowd of civilians, Zizhan reached the burning remains of a flower shop: a scorched cello case welcomed him as he inspected the area drawing his pistol. "White Carp to Blue Tortoise: I am engaging the enemy on sector four!" he gasped into the comlog, exploding three bullets towards a dakini tacbot peeking from a balcony, as instructed by his visor's infographics.Zizhan dashed back to take cover behind a vending machine. "White Carp to Blue Tortoise: do you copy?". The colorful lights of the vending machine started dancing, mistaking him for a potential customer to attract. Somewhere, nearby, rounds from a familiar combi rifle exploded, breaking once again the concert of rain over the city. After loading his gun, Zizhan peeked back into the alley: as he saw the Marut's silhouette stand out against the clouds he realized he wouldn't have a chance to see Huyên again and tell her their lieutenant was right.
