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    • By Rigel
      Yet a third, and thus far final, spacefuture character from Antediluvian Miniatures. He is billed as a bounty hunter and comes with two pauldron-mounted plasma cannons, but I wanted more of a blue-collar look. The industrial armor suit with its huge digging claw is amazing. The Miner is dwarf-sized, likely from a high-gravity world. 
       
      It's a tough life, prospecting for minerals in the asteroid belt.

       
      More turnaround pix:

       
      Especially when the ore vats start acting up.

       
      BUT! once in a great while you strike paydirt.

       
      And with the credits from a haul like that, even after the Protectorate takes its cut, you're set for a Martian year of good times! Oh yeah, it's animal protein and Ganymedean moonwine from here on out! And the FLAVORED nutrient paste, every day!
       

       
      Success breeds envy, though...keep that exosuit on.
       

       
      Featuring guest appearances from Crosswire (50018), the robot from Briony, Cybertechnician (50064), some Mantic mining terrain, the previously posted Buckland Rogers, and some Hydra Galacteers, as well as Reaper's shipping crates, soda machines, and starship generator. The rusty shed is corrugated cardstock; the bar is mostly a repurposed toy-car blister pack with some wire and gewgaws, plus the Starship Door. 
       
      This guy and Crosswire really would make a good pair of recurring bounty hunters/mercenaries/roughneck profiteers now that I think of it. The physical contrasts really sell them as a classic set of Those Two Guys.
    • By Rigel
      WHO GOES THERE?!

      Another alien, "The Assimilator" from Antediluvian Miniatures. This sculpt is based on the THING from "Who Goes There?" as interpreted by an Classics Illustrated cover artist. 
      The illustration (pretty true to the original text!):

       
      The mini: 

      The sculpt alone is delightful, but the opportunities for paranoia in your space opera or horror game are just too good to pass up!

      Crash-landing in Antarctica:
      "well this sucks."


      An encounter with the locals (featuring a Grenadier Elder Thing by way of Mirliton):
      "You must be new here."

      Guest appearance from Antarctic Explorer, 80072. (on left. OR IS HE?!)

       
      Side note: It is left unclear in the Campbell story whether the form of this thing ever belonged to aliens that were not THE THING, but if there were non-THING aliens with this body plan I'd guess they were related to Rhan-Tegoth from "The Horror in the Museum." Another polar three-eyed monstrosity with writhing tendrils all about it, with mental powers and an appetite for dogs and men? And published five years before "Who Goes There?" Probably an influence at least. Perhaps THE THING is an assimilator on the meta-textual level too!
    • By Rigel
      Antediluvian Miniatures is probably best known for its lost-world anachronistic reptiles, but they also have a space opera line! And in my opinion "Buckland Rogers, Bounty Hunter" is one of the best. A great crocodilian brute with gorilla arms and a face straight off of a Crystal Palace Megalosaurus reconstruction. Also a cybernetic reticule monocle and a three-barreled weapon of sinister design. Perfect for my retro spacefuture universe.

      Look at those savage jaws, the muscled neck-hump, the jaunty little jumpsuit!

       
      A great fit with my Galacteers (guest appearance from Betty, Space Heroine 50150)
      "gOOd dAycycle neighBoR maY i bOrroW a cUp of dEpROtonated anTimaTTer"

       
      Or with a rogue's gallery of other zoömorphic space aliens/a ragtag band of space pirates (featuring a Space Mouseling, 01434).

    • By Rigel
      Bombshell's Dr. Helen Salinger and GDF Security Officer both look like they would fit in with my Spacefuture Moon Communists of Lunarkompleks-Alfa. Particularly the Security Officer, whose hat matches the other Heresy Inspectors' very nicely. 


      These are obviously working miniatures, so let's give them a job to do: generator maintenance and vending machine replacement! 

      Here's 80053, the Starship Generator, and 49035, the soda machine, painted up as a Bouncy Bubble Beverage dispenser. (Drink B3--it's everyone's mandatory drink of choice! A variety of flavors from Extra Classic to Red Blast to Tastes Like Something Orange! All flavors may not be available at your clearance level. Check with your supervisor for details.)


       
      Now, thanks to some revolutionary policy changes by the High Commissar (the working man's friend!) these choices can be supplemented with Slurm Classic! Slurm Tropical Explosion! Slurm XXTREME! and Slurm Ultra! Also radical new grain-based relaxant beverage called 'beer.' Spreading rumors that 'beer' is imported from the decadent Earth Government is treason. 

       

       

    • By Rigel
      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."

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