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I don't know precisely how the deal went down, but Bombshell's Neirans from their Counterblast line are pretty much Reaper Andromedans with a bit more height and bulk. (They also have some cycloptic Illyrians much like Sparg and one of the Alien Exotic Dancers.) This is one such, along with various colleagues we have seen before: https://forum.reapermini.com/index.php?/topic/91106-spacefuture-empress-messalina-iv-of-the-andromedans-and-vizier-as-zeta-reticulans/ Her Athame-Glaive demonstrates her ritual authority as General and Commander of the Empress's Fleet. (Before all this pandemic unpleasantness hit my home state, I visited New Mexico for a family vacation, and you BET I picked up some tabletop-scale flying saucers in Roswell.) With a member of the Technician Caste: Making demands of the Chief Scientician: "We need more SPEED, laboratory beetle! 3.2 c is simply not enough to take those witless Earthlings down before they can activate a counteroffensive!" "Feh! Cartilage-brained savage, there is only so far you can bend space before it starts bending back! Our wotta-metal hulls can withstand only so much hypergeometric translocation before giving way!" "THEN MAKE THEM STRONGER!" Giving the Grand Vizier a piece of her mind (she's not the best at subtle intrigue, preferring to cut right to the point, or the throat, either way) "So, scheming remipede, my underlings tell me that the platinum requisitioned for their catalytic cannon has been rerouted to the Citadel of Nobles." "A most unfortunate happenstance, War-Leader. Bureaucracy will err; I shall have the Commissariat ritually castigated." "It was specifically rerouted to a guild of pleasure-barge manufacturers." "The less civic-minded among the nobility are known for their excess. Would that there were some way to curb their indulgences; I, your humble servant and that of Empire, have tried time and again to..." "The guild is under contract to build YOU a Sybaric Yacht!!" "One must have some way to relax after the rigors of serving both Her Incomparable Majesty and the people, War-Leader; a very reasonable perquisite. It would be invidious to suggest otherwise. Now, to the point of this interlocution, if there is one?" "You always choose your words so carefully, Vizier. I'm so glad you chose 'point' right now."
In 2007 I began doing gig posters for The House Café in DeKalb IL. Most of these involved the antics of a group of Greys who had a running feud with a mad scientist. Instead of the usual ideas concerning aliens, that they're either here to bring us to either enlightenment or destruction, I went with the idea that they were instead intergalactic juvenile delinquents who were basically greasers in space. So for several years I was thinking about doing 3d figures of them, and eventually found Reaper's saucer. Unfortunately I didn't realize for a couple weeks after buying it at the FLGS that the grey's head was missing, and once I did I put it aside with the rest of my "eventually will get done" projects. So last week I realized that some dollhouse sized easter eggs would work well as a grey head, and I revived the project. I ended up having one of the greys donate his head to the saucer as the egg would not fit under the canopy, and feeling slightly guilty about this I attached the egg to the donor, discovering that he now looked very close to my drawings. This was my first time painting flames, and it didn't quite come out as I expected. But I thought about it more and the paint jobs on early hot rods weren't usually professional looking either, so I decided to run with it. The Big Daddy Roth style engine was from a Hot Wheels Golf Cart. (which will be intergrated into my redneck warband at some point.) For the pictures I had to place it on an unglued Reaper flight stand, as the one it was glued to snapped under the uneven weight. After I move I'll see about tracking down a more durable one that hopefully will have it sit higher off the table. And a pic of "Lil Prober", the brave head donor. Eventually I've have to mold a leather jacket for him.