New Anglian motor pool

One of the usual suspects for UNSC ops the New Anglians are a mid tech  force, fond of beer and sugary snacks.  I picked up some seated troops from GZG to crew my vehicles and liked the clean sculpts and separate bone domes. I've got six left to use as helo crew for a future project.

First priority was to issue them with a run-about so they can go explore 'Indian country'  and find the local nightclubs, take-aways and brothels, not necesaarialy in that order. You never know how the local population will take to the armed tourists, so they have this  converted ex-civilian speeder and a techie driver.

 Bribe the techie and he'll find an excuse to take the speeder out on a test run with you and your mates as an escort. If you bribe him enough he might even come and collect you when you find yourself  skint and friendless in a rough neighbourhood

One of the most fun missions is taking out the X-country trikes out for a spin. Not so fun if you run into trouble as they are unarmed. The New Anglians use these for running around on base, on range and in the field for courier and light recce duties. They do look a bit like mobility scooters tho'!

 This is the cargo hoversled, old and beaten, unloved but still performing faithfully, not fast, not beautiful, but very functional; great for shifting stores around base and doing odd jobs behind the battle lines. There were more in the unit but games of drunken dodgems took their toll.

Geo-Survey Team

My first foray in to the civilian components of my gaming forces are these survey specialists in environmental suits. Again, these are from GZG and turned up in the post within 24 hours of ordering them - awesome!

My  two survey teams each consist of four people, equipped with various environmental scanners and samplers for bio-genetic, atmospheric and geological material prior to first contact. As they are civilian and are thus vulnerable to attack, the UNSC keeps a close eye on them. Whilst baby-sitting is not the UNSCs favourite mission, the survey teams are often used to gather data, prior to a landing, which is used to plan the military intervention force's needs. Each of the specialists is equipped with a pistol for self defence. They also have sonic drills which can be misused for defence as well as a sturdy survey vehicle with terrain mapping radar and passive signal detection.

The eight specialists are ready and the survey vehicle is next on the list to be painted. More soon.

Here she is, the old faithful Tracked Survey Vehicle carrying the very best in geo-survey equipment, a full comms suite plus ground surveillance radar and radiation detection. Virtually home to a team of survey specialists, it doesn't smell great after a week in the field, but the data it brings back is often invaluable.

Aliens

First of my alien races are the Geiger-esque 15mm figures from QRF. These terrifying predators have a bit of a disadvantage on the tabletop as they have no distance weapons relying solely on close combat. Maybe I'll have to use them as a sort of wandering monster / random ambush troops.

Two adult guards, fast strong and experienced warriors, and a juvenile guard learning the ropes from his more experienced brothers.

Below, the latest crop of warriors, not so experienced but fast, agile and aggressive. Prone to mistakes and impetuousity but a hard target to hit on the move.

Warriors of Anubis

Relentless and ruthless enslavers, equipped with short range blast weapons, these  humanoids prefer to take prisoners to serve the master but will kills without remorse if necessary. Well armoured against most hand weapons they prefer close combat where their  strength and martial prowess are decisive.

We're not sure where they came from but they have access to high-tech ships and transport devices. Apparently no one has ever thought to equip them with boots. Bugger all use if they have to  storm a pebble beach. 15mm figures by QRF.

Biomechs

These unfortunates are the product of a callous judicial system that offers death row prisoners a chance to 'live'. For a full pardon the brain is augmented with bio-mech implants. These do nothing to improve the poor fellows' attitude, leaving the system with psychotic drones that can never return to their homes, doomed to slay their way across nameless space rocks until fortunate  enough to die. Lacking any initiative or real cohesion they have a mostly humanoid commander dedicated to making sure that the system is served and that the drones are never a threat to their society again. Wonder what would happen if they found their way back? Hmmm...

Ambush Predators!

It's not going to be a great day if you run into a nest of these mo-fo's. Cunning, fast and almost impossible to spot when hiding, these ambush predators want only one thing - to get you pregnant. If you're not up for that then you're lunch. Buckle up soldier!

More figure painted up - aliens and some vehicles.

Here's a selection of pics of my latest units painted up.

 My Tracked Explorer to go with my survey team, dirty and weather beaten but with a full GSR and signal detection suite, on board lab and top of the range games station.

A liberated speeder chopped and armed by New Anglian troops for recce. Not great in rough terrain but fast across flat, open country. First hint of trouble its out of there. Mainly used as an armed hack by troops on shore leave when the local hospitality is unpredictable.

New Anglian recce team, fast unarmed trikes, great in rough going or for popping down town to pick up the squad takeaway on a Friday night

Supply sled, hover tech cargo carrier. Usual seen rusting in the corner of the tech stores covered in parts, but comes in handy for  moving  kit around behind the FEBA.  Completely unarmed, so has  an escort to protect supplies or wounded personnel.

Metal Dogs, look strangely similar to the jackal headed dudes from SG. Short range blast staves are a bit of a liability but these guys are resolute and rarely back down without a scrap. No one knows where they came from  but found here and there subject populations to slavery. These guys wander around barefoot so they must be hard as nails.

 Cybernetics gone wrong, these humanoids have all the weaknesses of a biological body and all the limitations of a hybrid bio-robotic brain. Dumb as rocks and lacking in empathy these former criminals are 're-purposed' by their society. Offered service instead of death, they have nothing to lose.

It's not going to be a great day if you run into a nest of these mo-fo's. Cunning, fast and almost impossible to spot when hiding, these ambush predators want only one thing - to get you pregnant. If you're not up for that then you're lunch. Buckle up soldier!

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