djizomdjinn Posted February 18, 2016 Author Share Posted February 18, 2016 (edited) That heraldry marker was one of the first details I painted on, if not THE first after the base shading coat. Amazing how just one little thing made me feel so much better. Also I can't stop winging it it seems. I tried the scale chicken wire for the sides, hated the look, quickly primed and painted some metal strips and glued them on. These'll retain the sandbags, which will pretty much be the final step of this whole project. Stowage painted separately and then glued into place. The rifles and LMG aren't glued, I just wanted to show them off. They'll go on the back somewhere. Chunky mud effect created by running unthinned paint through the airbrush. Reaper HD Umber Brown finds a use after all. I'd debated using the numeric decals that came with the kits; I eventually decided against it since they were all white. It's a training tank, not really assigned to a frontline unit, so I feel I can get away with it. Story time! Marie was first into the assault gun, almost diving through the side doors and working her way behind the gun, over her seat back and into the driver's seat. Renee was right behind her, taking up position to the left of the massive cannon, eyes to the periscopes, hands to the gun laying wheels. Amelie and Odette climbed in, latched the doors shut, and set about checking the ammunition and loading the machine gun. Patricia made it up the left side ladder, mantled over and into the hatch, and wedged herself into the back of the command superstructure, sliding her headset on and jacking into the intercom. Charlotte was last into the Dover, slipping through the hatch mounted on the command tower and dogging it shut, muffling the not-so-distant pops of rifle fire and rhythmic chatter of machine guns. With a hiss of compressed air, a gutteral growl as eight pistons roared to life, a second growl as the second bank of cylinders spun into motion, fifty-five tons of steel rolled into battle. "Gunner! AP! Tank, direct front!" Charlotte shouted. The steady creak of handwheels. "Identified!" Renee replied. Two dull clanks, then the rasp of metal on metal. A heavy lever is thrown. "AP up!" Amelie called. "Fire!" "On the way!" The ground beneath them quaked as a shell designed to penetrate eight yards of steel-laced concrete met barely an inch of armor plate. Edited February 18, 2016 by djizomdjinn 8 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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