Angels of Death - 316.M35

+ They arrived without a warning, the first sign I did notice, through the anarchy that surrounded myself and my squad, was the head of a greenskin exploding and, with the utmost respect, our firearms weren't powerful enough to do such a thing, at least not in that way. The brute dropped, just like I'd imagined it would, and then the second one, and the third, each exploding in a mist of blood and grey matter. The sound of their rifles overpowered the sound of my heart beat in my ears. The greenskins must've been aggravated by the sound too because they quickly turned their attention to these... these harbingers of death. +

+ Yeah [REDACTED] appeared to have seen them before I did, though when I turned and looked at him, fear had already taken a hold of him. If the stench wasn't bad enough from those beasts, I'd have been able to smell the piss pooling in his fatigues. Despite their arrival, [REDACTED] wasn't long for this world. After the initial assault, after they had blown greenskin after greenskin apart, [REDACTED] took the cowards way out. It pains me to say such a thing, as he was very much a competent guardsmen, yet he chose to stay behind. +

+ [...] No, the staying behind wasn't the worst part. Myself and the other men had made it five metres across the pile of green when the unmistakeable sound of a grenade rang out. Naturally we were all puzzled as to where it had originated. The fighting had stopped for now. [REDACTED] had blown himself up, primed the damn thing and held it like a child's toy, I imagine. [...] I did not, no, pure speculation. Why he couldn't have gone out without the damn theatrics is anyone's guess, but it boosted the morale of my men, morbid, admirable, necessary in the grand scheme of things. +

+ Irrelevant! [...] Ahem, well, yes, that is true, but if you're implying that that somehow makes my men incompetent in the face of the enemy, you can [REDACTED] +

In A Galaxy...

... just up the A19, a humble Mackem of Cornish, Welsh, Scottish, and English decent decided to document his comings and goings in his science fiction universe in which he created in his mind. As a great, yet amateur, writer, I've started several short stories following various inhabitants of this universe.

These have included a bionic-armed veteran-cum-bounty hunter, a Scottish boar-man with bionic spider legs, a black market pawn broker named Sally Mook, standing just 4' 11", and his debt collector who stands at a whopping 6' 7", there's also the many nameless heroes of the GalFed Navy (Galactic Federation Imperial Navy) who work tirelessly day and night, from Earth to Pluto, the Milky Way to the Andromeda Galaxy, to ensure that the dissidents and scoundrels (of which there are plenty) are kept in check. The FIA (Federal Investigation Agency) are those responsible for counter-insurgency investigations, as well as investigating the vast number of organised criminal groups from pirates and smugglers, to unsanctioned bounty hunters and contract killers.

Those are but a small few of the faces and organisations that are spread out across the universe, I shall be expanding the universe (heh) over time with miniatures that I've painted, batreps (hopefully), and little bits of fiction.

I have decided to do this as a means to motivate myself to write more in the science fiction genre, and  to also help me visualise it all through the medium of miniature painting.