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This fella is a magnificent sculpt, from 'fro to bell bottoms. Horace "Action" Jackson is a bare-chested hero and I think he makes a good addition to my midcentury setting Allswell, USA.
Of course, you should have a good reason to be pointing guns around in a small town, so here he is with Muggsy, my pulp crook.
Irresistible fellows, these. Shaggy, bulky bodies like a ROBOT MONSTER or a moa; long, bendy necks; beaks somewhere in the hornbill-flamingo-shoebill-Skeksis-vulture range. From CP miniatures. They came in 3 packs: Soldiers (4 riflebirds plus a squad leader), Diplomats (3), and Auxiliaries (3 riflebirds with hats). The skin color scheme was based on blue, red, and yellow boobies; the beaks were inspired by a number of large birds. I added some headgear for fun and in homage to the dandelion-headed Looney Tunes "Instant Martians."
I get the idea they are of a highly organized bureaucratic culture with expansionist tendencies, unlike the tribal Venerian Amazons (Hydra Valkeeri).
The Hydra Imperials, below, are also from an expansionist imperial culture, but the Terror Birds are less centralized and more impersonal in their cruelty.
They get around. Seen here with Hydra's Slishans, who have little culture and almost no technology but DO know from mineral resources.
And seen here engaged in diplomatic negotiations with the highly-cultured Andromedans/Neirans. Both species have a great appreciation for the arts and for manipulation. You wouldn't call either culture "decadent," because of the railguns, but 'Baroque' might be appropriate.
Notice that the Bombshell Neirans are towering statuesque specimens. Vavoom to a point that makes the Venerians look puny.
Trade talks with a chieftain of the Mole People from Sirius B.
and theological disputation with an Exalted Proselyte of the Yoggs.
The Brain Squids are an esoteric lot and require a delicate touch.]
A disputed claim of precious nuclear resources on the border of the Robot Hegemony. The Robots are prohibited by First Law to harm humans, but your beaky bois here do NOT qualify.
A Martian delegation, bearing the wisdom of aeons of progress and aeons of rust. A culture this antique requires more than one specialist.
The Krodox are one of the few spacefaring species to outmass a Terror Bird, They are willing to trade ceramic goods for new and exotic meats, and respect bigness in a fellow-sentient.
Humans are not known for their bigness, but are slippery customers. Tricksters and clever dodgers.
Lastly, a diplomatic summit with representatives from most sentient, spacefaring species.
As always, C&C welcome! What do you think their alien avian civilization is like?
I always thought this was a fantasy mini. Only when I began painting it I could read the sculpt enough - no fantasy mini at all, more of a pulp themed one. Probably better suited for the chronoscope line...
Painting was really fun, though. Just a quick paint job on black primer. Since I rarely prime black that was a very interesting experience.
C&c very welcome. Enjoy!
The Fisherman's Rest. You know the place. The smell of stale beer, sea salt, rum, and fish scales.
"Evenin,' Old Billy! How be ye these days?"
"Oh, I be well enough, exceptin' as how me fishin' trip t'other day went. Now listen, lads. 'Twere a fine calm sunny day and I were far from shore, a-castin line for snapper..."
"Nay, lad, there's none in town who can catch a minnow and sell a grouper like Old Billy."
"Nay, swear on me old mum's grave it happened! But if ye find that hard to swallow, ye might be ill-prepared for what came after..."
*urp* "no, now I think on it, twere more like this, aye, that sounds better."
"...but the long and the short of it, I never DID catch that snapper."
"Okay, Bill, time for ye to get some cold water in you."
Chronoscope Pulp Ship's Captain and Ship Hand. Had them painted up, and the shark, but didn't have a good story until a friend gave me one of the Juvenile Kraken mini.
Between the shark's integral splash-base, the squid's splash-stand, and the Water Elemental, we got some good scenery!
I had a lot of fun making the Fisherman's Rest backdrop, too. Old Barkeep has heard all of these yarns before.
These have been pending for a while, but waiting on an impenetrable and incomprehensible bureaucracy is very much in character.
A formidable trio of problem solvers and troubleshooters, here to defend Lunar-Kompleks Alfa!
Comrade Janiss has Blue-level clearance for equipment needed to contain 'unscheduled reality incursions.'
Comrade Jonesy prefers to rely on tried-and-true methods of containing ideologically impossible entities (i.e., more radiation is a good thing):
whilst Comrade Janey, knowing that incorporeal entities are degenerate religious propaganda of Earth pig-dogs, has never met a ghost she couldn't punch.
POW! RIGHT in the dialectically-material kisser!
Lunar-Kompleks Alfa is not proud of eccentric elements such as these, but they have saved the station on several occasions. Space Ghosts are, of course, a delusion...but a particularly persistent one. And on the barren, cratered moon, who ARE you going to call?