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Xenoplanetary mining is a tricky business. Mining in general is dangerous, and unknown worlds are exactly that. So the dark spaces of an unexplored globe could contain anything in their dripping, lightless, clammy halls. Green Team is about to discover this.

Meet Green Team. On what was another boring expedition, in both senses of the word, under the crust of Xipetotec Alpha.
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And then--a muted slicky, sticky noise, like a the sound of a wet carpet and a spoon stirring jam. There's life down here!
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Inquisitive life, with no fear of humanoids!
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Inquisitive, fearless, and *very large* life. Very...mucoid, too. Look out, there, cadet!DSCN9127.thumb.JPG.9d841f469190a5b5d93da8d2a1e102e5.JPG

 

More soft, clammy, rippling noises. We are Not Alone.
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And Excavation Specialist Torelli in particular is not alone. By the time he hears the hiss of digestive juices on his suit and feels the soft inexorable flesh enfolding him, it is already too late.
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Sometimes the Company just isn't paying a spacer enough to stick around! 
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After several hours of muted squelching and gurgling, once every scrap of organic matter and soluble minerals have been absorbed, the worms finally move away from the small heap of metal fragments and tooth enamel that was once Torelli.  And in the dark silence that follows the worms are again left, as they have been for ages, alone. Waiting. And hungry.
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I love these disgusting sculpts. Great for Underdark and spacefuture alike, they are horribly organic, all sphincters and flaps and folds. They will engulf an adventurer. It is a soft death, but not painless. Something about that eye makes them look less brainless than one might think.

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11 hours ago, Glitterwolf said:

Creepy!

Well painted, love the story!

Thank you; they're wonderful squirmy creeps! Lots of crannies that work well with washes and contrast paints.
 

4 hours ago, Froggy the Great said:

I need these in my life, but at a safe distance.

Did Hydra release a Galacteer with a BFG without my realizing it

Rad, aren't they?
Hydra has a couple of Galacteers with atomic bazookas (Hernandez in this example https://forum.reapermini.com/index.php?/topic/83578-spacefuture-hydra-galacteers-part-ii/ ) but poor Torelli here was a kneeling trooper I modified with some Bitz from GW a friend gave me. I also used some of those bitz to give their Engineer a huge chop-saw.
 

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Eww.  But great!

I love your posts like this that have narratives and a sequence of photos.

Your photos #2, 3, and 4 made it look like the one creature was actually changing its pose and rising to attack!  How does a miniature do that?!  And then I saw that you had multiple creatures.

Derek

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On 2/1/2021 at 6:54 PM, KruleBear said:

I find these rather disturbing...excellent job on them! :winkthumbs:

Thank you!

On 2/1/2021 at 1:57 PM, Iridil said:

These are wonderful - I can see many possibilities - really like the pulpy colors on these though - great story and scene, and yes I think they might be thinking....

Things that we think should be stupid but that don't act stupid are terrifying in a very distinctive way. Thank you! They're versatile monsters.

On 2/2/2021 at 12:34 AM, dks said:

Eww.  But great!

I love your posts like this that have narratives and a sequence of photos.

Your photos #2, 3, and 4 made it look like the one creature was actually changing its pose and rising to attack!  How does a miniature do that?!  And then I saw that you had multiple creatures.

Derek

Thanks! I was happy with that sequence, and always enjoy a bit of visual storytelling. Glad you liked them!

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