Welcome to my picture log of necromunda projects. The first few posts will be of vehicles that I have been making over the past few years. Before this I have not had a place to share these. Please pardon this posting of old new things. Future posts will hopefully cover my ongoing exploration of all the various vehicle types from skimmers and walkers to a massive ash wastes crawler! I also plan to share some of my gang fighters and maybe someday I will get around to making some terrain for battles in and outside the hive.
Thank you for your interest in my projects, you can also check out my construction log of a necromundan armored van here. I will do my best to post my future projects all in this current thread instead of starting a bunch of separate ones.
Now for the obligatory picture and thematic story fragment:
“Boss was right again about this valley being good pickings. Lookin’ like he’s in for it now though, this supply van is puttin’ up quite a fight.” Drawled Ratty into the buggy’s intercom. He rested his hands on the firing yoke of the heavy stubber, peering back through the heat haze rising from the stubber’s barrel and watching the chase unfold behind him.
“Any chance of reloading that thing?” Crackled Vulture’s voice through his headset.
“Nah, Drum’s all empty. Anyways, we just gotta lure ‘em down that side canyon and the rest o’ the boys’ll finish ‘em good and proper. You just concentrate on drivin’ and steer clear of those traps once we’re in the canyon.”
“I copy Rat. If the plan works out, we sure will have earned our share of the loot this time.”
Thank you for your interest in my projects, you can also check out my construction log of a necromundan armored van here. I will do my best to post my future projects all in this current thread instead of starting a bunch of separate ones.
Now for the obligatory picture and thematic story fragment:
“Boss was right again about this valley being good pickings. Lookin’ like he’s in for it now though, this supply van is puttin’ up quite a fight.” Drawled Ratty into the buggy’s intercom. He rested his hands on the firing yoke of the heavy stubber, peering back through the heat haze rising from the stubber’s barrel and watching the chase unfold behind him.
“Any chance of reloading that thing?” Crackled Vulture’s voice through his headset.
“Nah, Drum’s all empty. Anyways, we just gotta lure ‘em down that side canyon and the rest o’ the boys’ll finish ‘em good and proper. You just concentrate on drivin’ and steer clear of those traps once we’re in the canyon.”
“I copy Rat. If the plan works out, we sure will have earned our share of the loot this time.”