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06-08-2015, 01:45 AM | #1 |
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This is my Rebel Angel fan fiction collection of customs. Each one has a story per link below.
http://www.hisstank.com/forum/g-i-jo...lance858a.html My Joeverse Summary - 200-300 years in the future, Cobra, a ancient secret society whose list of historic leaders/Cobra Commanders include Alexander the Great, Julius Caesar, Ghengis Khan, and Hitler, finally succeed in taking over the world through the massive use of nukes. Survivors of that nuclear holocaust find themselves cast into a future dark age under fuedal law with Cobra dominating every aspect of their lives. It's a high tech cyber punk industrial wasteland world. For those who choose not to live as a subject of Cobra, their only choice is to escape into the Badlands, vast areas of nearly uninhabitable wasteland, where they live as outlaws, bandits, pirates, and or freedom fighters. Create your own band of outlaws/freedom fighters/mercenaries/pirates or your own Cobra strike force for this world! You can even have your own Sector, name it Sector WHATEVER YOU WANT, or you can be a Cobra Noble with your own land to rule. Rule it however you want. Create fantastic background stories and post away! Choose your side and let the creative juices flow! More Pics here: https://picasaweb.google.com/1041224...25219/20150607
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Part 143: Beware the Nightingale
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.” Victor Hugo. What began as a simple dispute between local Cobra lords over farmland quickly grew into a full rebellion that engulfed nations in a conflict now referred to as the Eastern Rebellion. This conflict ended over ten years ago. It all started when local farmers in the Eastern Territories found something. It was in their fields. They didn’t know what to make of it at first. While digging trenches to fortify their farmland from encroaching unfriendly Cobra Lords, the farmers uncovered what appeared to be an abandoned bomb shelter. The bomb shelter turned out to be pandora’s box. They had stumbled onto one of the greatest archaeological discoveries of their time. What they found inside was the seed of revolution. Soon, what they discovered in that bomb shelter was secrecy spread by those who wanted to free the world from the shackles of oppression. Copies of copies were disseminated and broadcast over pirated signals. Even printed leaflets were distributed. Soon, the local Cobra securities forces received word of these activities and aimed to put an end to this propaganda and bring the conspirators to face Cobra’s justice. Their inept efforts, however, only served to encourage the perpetrators. Eventually, the leaflets and pirate broadcasts found their way into the adjacent territories of the Empire of the Iron Grenadiers and when King Mighty Destro was briefed of the matter, he immediately recognized that this was the greatest threat to the new world order since Cobra established it. Because Cobra had completely failed to contain the threat, King Mighty Destro deployed his entire 3rd Army to the Eastern Territories. This was done under the guise of a peacekeeping mission. There was only one problem; the Eastern Territories was Cobra sovereign territory. Cobra and the United World Government quickly issued a decree that 3rd Army promptly withdraw from the territory within ten days or be forcefully removed. What happened next is unclear. Only those who were there know what really happened and how the conflict escalated so quickly that by the end of it, almost the entire civilian population in the Eastern Territory was persecuted and massacred. She was there. Lieutenant Angelica Ferro Silva, codename Nightingale, was there. She was the gunner assigned to a squadron of Super Mamba class of anti-gravity armored gunships. She witnessed things that no one should ever have to see, the images haunt her still to this day. For her, life as a soldier was simple. You trained everyday, you fine tuned your skills until your duties become a matter of muscle memory, and above all, you followed your orders. She always thought that if she did all of those things right, she would be doing her part to protect her fellow soldiers and ensure that they came home safely. When her commanding officer informed her that they were being deployed along with all of 3rd Army to the Eastern Territory as a peacekeeping force, she was a bit confused. She wondered why his grace, King Mighty Destro would deploy such a large force under the command of General Abernathy to Cobra territory. Surely there would be some objection from Cobra, but as always, she was a soldier and it was not her place to question her orders. It was her place to follow them. The first few days after her arrival in the Eastern Territories were uneventful. She was told that the Iron Grenadier Storm Trooper Corps had placated the rioting civilians and that their peacekeeping mission was well underway. They were told that the civilians of the Eastern Territories welcomed their arrival. Images of peasant farmers waving the Iron Grenadier flags were widely broadcasted around the world. Indeed things were going as planned for them. She even thought that she may not have been needed and that she wouldn’t even have a chance to fly Puff after all. Puff was short for the name of her anti-gravity gunship, Puff the Magic Dragonfly. But then the call came in. It was a call for close support ground strikes. As soon as she received those orders, her training kicked in. Before she knew it, she was in the gunner seat in the cockpit and was readying the gunship for take-off. As engines powered up and began to hiss and whine, the pilot (Bill) arrived and hopped into his seat behind her. He greeted her with the usual question, “Is today the the day little lady?” With a smile, she replied, “No thanks Bill, I think I’d rather die of a horrible gonorrhea related death.” Bill: “I can arrange for that you know, we’d both be happy.” Angelica: “HA, in your dreams!” Bill: “Yes mam it sure is.” Bill chuckles and proceeds with a line of questions and banter that has become their tradition before every flight, “What are we gonna do little lady?” Angelica: “Complete our mission and bring it home safe and sound Sir.” Bill: “Are we the sheep?” Angelica: “No sir.” Bill: “Are we the wolf?” Angelica: “No sir.” Bill: “Who are we?” Angelica: “We are the shepherd.” Bill: “What do we do?” Angelica: “Protect our flock.” Bill: “Well alright then, you have my permission to take the controls.” With an even bigger smile, she replied, “Roger that Bill.” She increased the power Puff’s twin engines, tuned the anti-gravity reactors to pitch perfect, and lifted off. She loved to fly and the fact that Bill handed her the controls made her even happier to do it. Even though he was a bit of a pervert, she was very fond of him. Bill was her mentor, he taught her everything she knew about low level high speed flying. This was a chance to prove to him that his lessons were not wasted on someone unworthy. As standard protocol, they sped over the countryside hugging the terrain the entire time to avoid detection. There was nothing quite as exhilarating as flying at such high speeds while twisting and turning through canyons and ravines at treetop level. They say when I pilot flies this low this fast, they enter a different state of mind. For Angelica, being in this state of mind meant focusing her vision far into the distance while everything else simply blurs out from the focal point as the world rushed pass. This is called being in the pipe, 555. At this speed, the terrain changes far ahead become close at hand in an instant. She became so focused on flying that all of her reactions on the controls were based on muscle memory. They came upon the target zone. From what she can see on her screens, the Storm Troopers below called in close combat support to level the farm houses miles away. This was not unusual, she was told that barns and attics of buildings were local favorite hiding spots for snipers. She thought to herself, this sniper chose the wrong day to F*CK with her flock and began the attack run. From the ground, her flock, the Iron Grenadier Storm Troopers could hear the unmistakable sound of an incoming Super Mamba. The scream of its engines was it’s signature. There was nothing quite like the exhilarating scream of the Super Mamba, or as troops on the ground nicknamed it, the Ducka Duck. The Super Mamba earned this nickname because of the sound its engines made. As it entered its attack run, to anyone on the ground, the sound was a horrifying scream followed by a booming swooosh as it passed overhead. This was followed by its signature ducka ducka ducka sound which could only be heard from behind the Super Mamba. If you were still alive to hear the ducka ducka ducka, you knew you were not its target because it just flew past you. As Angelica full throttled Puff, it’s engines screamed ever louder. The troopers below looked up towards the evening sky to try to catch a glimpse of it, but saw nothing. Still, they grew anxious. As Puff came upon them, she could see the troops below cheer at the sight of the incoming gunship. As she passed over their heads, they cheered even more. She quickly set her targeting and released ordnance. From the ground, the troopers could see one bomb after another, after another, drop from its belly and float its way towards the target. Suddenly, the bombs fusion boosters ignited almost simultaneously resulting in brilliant flashes that almost instantly rocketed the bombs miles ahead towards its target. Shortly after the bombs disappeared into the pitch black distance, the horizon lit up as if the sun was rising. The bombs were 500 lbs. IG Dragon Fires. These were among Destro’s latest in air burst anti-personnel ordnance technology. They explode over the target and ignite the oxygen in its blast radius. Anything in the the target zone was instantly roasted to above 1000 degrees celsius. They never had a chance. Once the mission was completed, she turned back and flew over the troops below again. And that’s when she noticed it. The gunship’s close-up monitors revealed the markings on these troopers’ uniforms. These were not the regular Storm Troopers. These troops were with his Majesty’s own secret police, the Skulls, a unit of fanatically loyal soldiers. She heard rumors that the Skulls was made up of criminals and murderers who were given the choice to either spend the rest of their lives in labor camps, or serve in the Skulls as a form of restitution to society. She heard that they were so loyal to his Majesty, that they would carry out even the most heinous and unthinkable orders. She began to wonder why they were here. She suddenly turned Puff back around and headed towards the target zone. Bill: “Uh, excuse me Nightingale, where do you think you’re taking us?” Angelica: “Bill, those were the Skulls down there. Why do you suppose they’re here? Nothing good comes with the Skulls.” Bill: “Not every rumor about the Skulls is true you know.” Angelica: “Yeah but if just half of it was true, we need to know.” Bill: “Fine, we have about five minutes before Air Command realizes we’re going the wrong way. Make it fast.” Nightingale punched the throttle and sends Puff hurling towards the horizon. They reach the target zone in no time. What she finds will haunt her for the rest of her life. Everything was still burning. Choking smoke crept its way skyward and blanketed the entire area in an eerie orange glow. But even with this blanket of smoke, her trained eye easily identified what was mask below. She hovered the gunship above the target zone. There, covering nearly every inch of ground, stacked as high as they could be stacked, were bodies. Endless mounds of human bodies, man, women, and children. She couldn’t even tell where one body ended and the other began. All that she could tell, was that there were mass amounts of tangled and charred limbs, heads, and torsos. Their bombing run was to incinerate what appeared to be some kind of concentration camp in a feeble attempt to erase evidence of the Skull's brutality. Perhaps it was all in her mind, but even from within the cockpit, she could make out the smell of burnt human flesh. Nightingale couldn’t take it anymore. It was simply too much for a human being to handle. Her heart stopped, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and everything faded to black. When she awoke, she was on the ground. She could still hear the flames from the target zone. As her eyes regained focus and she began to recall what had happened, she jumped up, still in shock and light headed. She looked over her shoulder and saw Bill standing yards away in front of Puff the Magic Dragonfly. He must have landed it near the target zone and pulled her out of the cockpit to perform some manner of first aid. She realized that must be why her jumpsuit was unzipped but she wondered where her bra was... Bill wasn’t known as the strong silent type, so as he stood there facing away from her, his silence was deafening. Bill was always the lighthearted type, he even hit on her at the most inappropriate and inopportune times, it was all a part of his charm. She didn’t know how long she was passed out, but her jumpsuit was unzipped for some reason…. Anyhow, whatever time had passed, she noticed that Bill’s demeanor seemed to have suddenly changed. Even from this distance, she could tell that this once light hearted man now carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. He was holding a leaflet. She managed to stand up and walk towards him. Angelica: “Bill, what’s that you’re holding?” Bill: “Just an idea.” Angelica asked cautiously, “Bill, what do you mean you’re holding an idea?” Bill: “It’s why the Skulls are here.” Bill dropped the half burned leaflet he was holding and walked away. She picked it up, read it, and realized the what Bill realized. The idea they held in their hand was an idea whose light had been long extinguished from the world since Cobra conquered it generations ago. It was a copied excerpts from the Constitution of the United States of America and what it stood for. The local peasant farmers had exposed the world to the ideals of freedom and democracy. The very notion that each man, woman, and child had the right to freedom, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness was completely foreign to humanity in this new dark age. These ideals were ancient concepts by this time in human history, but in today's new world order, it was a new, radical, and most of all, dangerous idea. With renewed strength, Angelica proclaimed, “They’re going to pay for this.” No one had ever heard of her before the Eastern Rebellion but by the time it ended, troopers on the ground all heard the saying. Everytime they heard the scream of the Super Mamba diving down for its attack run, they all thought the same thing in the back of their minds as their hearts whimpered in fear, “Is it attacking us, or them? Beware the Nightingale.”
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06-08-2015, 01:52 AM | #3 |
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I needed a gunner
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06-08-2015, 02:02 AM | #4 |
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Wow, that jumpsuit over the shirt, brilliant! She is great!
Head sculpt is awesome! (might I suggest a redhead who wears Hawaiian shirts, as a gunner?) Awesome! |
06-08-2015, 04:05 AM | #5 |
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I need to see that aircraft behind that beautiful figure, lol.
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06-08-2015, 07:53 AM | #6 |
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One of the most gorgeous and original customs I have seen. Where is the torso from bro? It's an amazing build. Can't wait to read her story.
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06-08-2015, 10:02 AM | #7 |
That's lo!
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Great work Lance- She would make an excellent Ferro replacement for when my Marauders "Col. Marines" arrive. She just needs a Crew Chief that leaves the loading ramp of their ship open and she's all set.
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06-08-2015, 06:10 PM | #8 |
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Thanks everyone, for the kind words.
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I made the open jumpsuit part using a 1/18 jacket vest from either a Star Wars figure or WWII figure (can't remmember where it came from). I basically taylored the vest much like an apparel taylor would do by cutting out wedges and re-attaching the sides, then carved it and sanded it down to that shape. Then I added webgear to the outside. Once done, I glued the vest part to the shoulders only. The vest is not attached to the lower torso. This allows the torso to articulate like it's supposed to. I used the belt as a natural cutt-off point for the vest. It disguises the fact that the vest is not attached to the hips yet still looks like she's wearing a one piece jumpsuit. Then I shortened the limbs (arms and legs) bc I didn't want her to look like a big tall goonie goonie girl which the Retaliation Trooper's long arms and legs would have made her look like. Quote:
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Heheehhee... Oh it's on its way....
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06-08-2015, 06:41 PM | #9 |
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WOW man this is true craftsmanship
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06-08-2015, 06:52 PM | #10 |
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Absolutely amazing!
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