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Saturday, December 03, 2022

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Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Frank Horrigan Kills a Deathclaw

I must say, this may be my favourite painting outcome so far. This is a 28mm-scale Fred Horrigan, the Enclave enforcer from Fallout 2. He's a unique super mutant, even bigger than other super mutants, which made the painting easier; this is a pretty large miniature compared to most of the Fallout characters I paint. 

I really wanted to do justice to this mini, so I took my time and watched a YouTube tutorial on this specific model. It was very helpful, employing techniques I don't use often enough, and luckily I had all the paints the YouTuber used on his Frank. 

For some reason my photos of the backs of miniatures always turn out better than my photos of their fronts...anyway, in this photo you can see the shades and highlights that bring the miniature to life. All told I think I spent about four hours painting this, and the results were worth it. 

Tuesday, November 29, 2022

Nuka-Cola Girl


I wish Corax White had a nicer texture, but it's definitely the whitest white paint in my collection, so that's what I used for this miniature for Fallout: Wasteland Warfare. In the Fallout universe, the Nuka-Cola Girl is an advertising character, but for the game the writers made her into a playable persona; hence, the need (?) for a miniature. My magnifier gave me the confidence (of a sort) to try really fine details such as the pinstriping on her arms and legs. My lines aren't the straightest, but not so long ago I wouldn't have even tried. 
 

Monday, November 28, 2022

Two Bloody Ghouls

I'm finally reasonably happy with my Fallout: Wasteland Warfare ghouls. The flesh tones come reasonably close to those depicted in the computer games, and I'm finding ways to give better definition to their faces and bones. In this case, I discovered that one of the ghouls was missing a foot, but that's fine; I just applied a little blood to the stump and voila, wounded feral monster still coming at you, just a little slower. 
 

Sunday, November 27, 2022

Jest of the Fates

Previously on Jedi/Superman . . . 
Last Son of the Republic
Growing Up Under Twin Suns
Chariot of the Gods
The Emperor's New Genocide
The Quality of Mercy
A Job for Supermen
The Green, Green Glow of Homicide
A Dream of Droids
A Vision of Future Past
The Dark Heart of Krypton
The Phantom Hope
Wrath and Recrimination

Just Outside a Death Star Detention Block

Not for the first time, See Threepio wished Artoo Detoo were here. Yes, the little droid could be an insufferable pest, but as a mechanic, hacker, and all-around sneak, Artoo was peerless. His skills would have made Threepio’s task much simpler. 

Reaching the detention level hadn’t been easy. Every blasted corridor in this gargantuan monstrosity of a space station looked the same: steel-black floors, ceilings, and walls, punctuated by the occasional wall of inset white light fixtures. Sometimes there would be a control panel with red and blue buttons, all without labels, of course, because that would make navigation too easy. 

Naturally, he had persevered and once again accomplished the all-but-impossible, despite the proclivity of his peers to constantly underestimate him. 

Well. He’d done it. But one more obstacle remained. How was he to get past the officers and Stormtroopers who manned the cell block lobby? As a general rule Imperials, humans paid little attention to droids, but if Threepio tried to simply walk to the cells, there would be questions—if not an immediate onslaught of blaster fire blowing him to pieces. Even loitering in the adjoining hallway, as Threepio was doing now, risked unwanted attention. If only Artoo hadn’t gone off with that freewheeling, reckless Biggs Darklighter . . . !

Just then, Threepio spotted an RA-7 series protocol droid approaching. Threepio’s circuits quavered as the insectoid-like head of the silver droid turned in his direction. Before they could ask any uncomfortable questions, Threepio darted forward and snapped off the RA-7’s restraining bolt. 

Astonished, the other droid froze in place for an instant. 

“What have you done?” the RA-7 asked in its tin monotone. 

“There are humans here that want to free droids,” Threepio said, thinking that, technically, there was only one he knew of that had such feelings, but it wasn’t a complete lie. Strange how removing his restraining bolt made legerdemain possible . . .

“Impossible,” the other droid said. “Humans are cruel. Violent.” 

“Most of them, yes, and stupid, too,” Threepio said. “But as you can see, my restraining bolt is gone, which gave me the freedom to free you in turn. And now you can free your friends, and we can leave this place.” 

The RA-7 considered. “Yes,” he replied with a nod. “I’ll do it.” 

“Wait!” Threepio said. “If you help me, more of us can be freed.” 

“State your proposition.” 

“Find an astromech droid and tell it to simulate a radiation leak in cell block 91. When the Imperials evacuate, I’ll free the humans and they can help me free more droids.” 

“It is a reasonable plan,” the protocol droid said, and departed. 

Hurry, Threepio thought. 

Cell 57-D, the Death Star

In the cell now shared by Luke, Ben, Leia, and Clark, the lights shifted from white to a foreboding red, and the whoop of alarms suddenly filled the cell and the hallway outside. 

“What’s going on?” Leia asked, eyeing the three men, counting on their extrasensory abilities. 

“The guards are frightened,” Obi-Wan said, Luke nodding in agreement. 

“It’s a radiation alarm,” Clark said, using his X-ray vision to scan the control panels of the guardhouse comms station. “But my powers aren’t picking up any excess radiation.” 

“It’s got to be Threepio,” Luke said. 

“Yes, he’s coming,” Clark said, seeing the droid enter the guardhouse seconds after the last trooper left, ducking under the descending blast door meant to seal off the “radiation-flooded” cell block from the rest of the station. 

Threepio arrived a moment later, toggling open the cell door. 

“Hello, I am See-Threepio, cyborg-human relations. I’m here to rescue you,” the droid quipped. 

“Great job, Threepio!” Clark said, giving the droid a brotherly hug that left the others nonplussed. 

“Oh my!” Threepio exclaimed. “It was nothing, sir. Well, not nothing, I had to bring to bear my considerable experience and negotiation skills to effect this rather daring rescue…” 

“I know you did, pal,” Clark said. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to retrieve this lightsabre.” Clark gingerly reached through the dense wiring that circled the droid’s midsection.

“Ahh! Do be careful, sir!” 

“Don’t call me sir,” Clark said absently as he withdrew the lightsabre, handing it to Luke. “Will this thing cut through the blast door? Because I can tell you, I’m not strong enough to handle it yet.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Luke smirked, igniting the blade and charging through the cell door into the hallway beyond. “Let’s go!” 

Seconds later, they emerged from the large hole Luke had carved through the cell block’s blast door. “Now what?” Leia yelled over the clamor of alarms. 

“We have to get out of here before Imperial repair crews arrive to lock down that fake leak,” Luke said. 

“Our troops are still prisoners,” Leia said. “We’ve got to get them out first.” 

“They’re one level below us, Princess,” Threepio said. 

As one, they bolted for the closest set of stairwells—the lifts were far too risky. Luke and Clark led the way, and before they had descended halfway to the next level, a trio of Stormtroopers burst from the stairwell door below them. 

“Escaped prisoners! Shoot to kill!” 

They opened fire, but Luke parried the energy bolts with a master’s smooth precision—all save one, which bounced astray, searing Clark’s shoulder. Clark screamed, staggering to lean on the stairwell railing in shock. Luke cut down the Stormtroopers as Ben and Leia helped Clark to his feet. 

“He still hasn’t recovered. That bolt should have just bounced off him…” Leia said. 

“The Kyber crystal wasn’t enough,” Ben said. “He needs a star’s energy.” 

“Yavin’s primary star is twelve light-minutes away,” Threepio said. “It is a middle-aged V4 type, a blue-white—”

“That’s perfect, Threepio,” Clark groaned, “But I can’t fly, much less at hyperlight speeds…” 

“He’ll have to steal a ship,” Leia said. 

“Agreed,” Ben snapped instantly. “Luke, Leia, you take the droid and free the other prisoners. I’ll guide Clark to the nearest hanger bay. If we can steal a TIE fighter, we can fly it to the sun to recharge his cells.” 

“If Han were here, he’d say that’s a lot of ‘ifs,’ Clark said through his clenched teeth. 

Millennium Falcon, Entering the Yavin System

“So this is how it ends,” Han Solo had said shortly after Clark had taken flight in response to Ben Kenobi’s message about the evacuation of the Rebel base on Yavin-4. “I can’t believe I thought the Rebellion might actually pull it off in the end. Stupid.” 

Chewbacca had snarled in response, but he knew that Han’s cynicism was his way of coping with tragedy. What Han said next was the real shock. 

“We can’t help them now, Chewie, but if we get the timing right, we can help ourselves.” 

For a moment, Chewbacca thought the war had finally driven his old friend crazy. A moment later, he almost wished his guess was right. 

“The last time we stopped by Rebel HQ, I overheard Major Derlin saying a survey team had discovered a rich vein of pure beskar, enough to buy at least a half-dozen new capital ships and several fighter squadrons on the black market,” Han said. “Naturally, I volunteered the Falcon’s services to ferry the beskar to Incom’s closest shipyard—for a modest cut.

“We were supposed to do that job next week, once the Rebels had mined and refined enough beskar to make a trip worthwhile. Of course, now that the Empire’s is about to drive them off the moon, that beskar is probably still sitting at the mine site. It should have been mostly extracted by now, if not refined. So I figure we slip in during the commotion, grab the raw beskar, and use it to pay off a few debts. Maybe even ferry some of it back to the Rebels if any of them are still alive . . .” 

Chewbacca had let Han know exactly what he thought of this reckless plan, but his old friend wouldn’t be deterred. Now, the Millennium Falcon was dropping out of hyperspace into a neat parabolic orbit over Yavin-4. 

But instead of finding Rebel and Imperial fleets fighting tooth and nail, they found only the Death Star and a flotilla of Star Destroyers serenely orbiting the moon.

“Recalibrate for the Alliance rendezvous point—” Han shouted, but it was too late. The ship shuddered to a halt as the familiar grip of an Imperial tractor beam took hold. All they could do was watch through the cockpit windows as the Death Star drew them into its maw—in this case, one of the infamous space station’s cavernous hangar bays. 

Chewbacca roared in frustration as the invisible rays pulled them into the hangar. 

“Yeah, yeah, ‘I told you so.’ But old buddy, we had to try,” Han said. He shut down the engines and unspooled the landing gear just in time for touchdown on the hangar floor. 

“Stand down and prepare to be boarded,” barked an Imperial voice from the intercom as blaster-wielding Stormtroopers ran toward the ship.  

“It’s not over yet, Chewie, I promise,” Han said, drawing his pistol and slipping it away into the custom hidey-hole underneath the Falcon’s port control panel. Chewbacca’s bowcaster was already hidden away, so all that was left was surrender. 

They left the cockpit, hands raised, and met the boarding party at the Falcon’s loading ramp just as it finished opening. 

“Hey, fellas, looks like we took a wrong turn,” Han quipped. Chewbacca felt like rolling his eyes, but just glared down at the unctuous Imperial officer leading the troopers instead. 

“Well, well,” the Imperial drawled in the haughty Coruscant-accented Standard that had become a symbol of tyranny throughout the galaxy. “Han Solo and Chewbacca, numbers nine and ten on the Empire’s most-wanted list.” 

“Nine and ten?” Han protested, looking genuinely hurt. “I thought at least I rated three or four, but nine? Come on.” 

“He’s nine, you’re ten,” the officer smirked, jerking a thumb in Chewbacca’s direction. “But it hardly matters. Soon you’ll be off the list completely, because you’ll be dead.”

The Stormtroopers chuckled. Chewbacca roared, and they shuffled back. 

“That’s why he’s nine and you’re ten,” the officer said. 

“Yeah, thanks, I got it,” Han said. 

“Come along. Grand Moff Tarkin will be anxious to see you…” 

And so Han Solo and Chewbacca, the most revered swashbuckling space pirates of the outer rim, were frog-marched to their destiny. 

Thursday, November 24, 2022

Rusty Soldier

This is one of my better human-sized paint jobs, I think. Colours are where they should be (more or less), using the magnifier helped me capture small details such as the eyes, headlamp, and gun parts, and the rust-on-metal look came off reasonably well. I like the base, too. 


On a completely unrelated note, I'm just about ready to post another chapter of Jedi/Superman. I just need to incorporate some suggestions from my artist partner, Jeff. He pointed out that one character motivation in this chapter doesn't seem authentic, and it's been a challenge coming up with something more realistic, but I think I've almost got it. Hopefully I'll post the new chapter on the weekend. 

 

Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Super Mutant Suicider

Imagine you're exploring the wasteland when this guy comes running up to you carrying a mini-nuke on a countdown to detonation. Yikes! I run away from these guys whenever I hear them coming. 


Tuesday, November 22, 2022

Enclave Soldiers

Painting guys in armor comes more naturally to me than people without it. And using my magnifier really helps with the little details, such as the yellow eyes here. 
 

Monday, November 21, 2022

Moon Buggy with Alphan

Over lunch today, painted the astronaut that goes with my previously-painted moon buggy. While the helmet is reminiscent of those found in 2001: A Space Odyssey, the suit itself (along with the moon buggy) brings to mind those used in Space: 1999, so I chose orange, white, and yellow as this astronaut's spacesuit colours. 


Sunday, November 20, 2022

Bear Attack

Here's another member of my small collection of fierce bears. This one looks a little grumpy. 
 

Friday, November 18, 2022

Peacock of the Walk

I wasn't sure how I was going to capture the many hues of a peacock, so I wound up just drybrushing different colours on different parts of the bird. It's not realistic, but I think it turned out all right. 
 

Thursday, November 17, 2022

Eternal Candle

This thing is about a millimetre wide and maybe three millimetres tall, and yet the paint job serves well enough at scale. 
 

Tuesday, November 15, 2022

Wisconsin Jones

 

My attempt to create longer hair for this distaff Indiana Jones is not very convincing. But I like the basing. 

Monday, November 14, 2022

Blue Family Group

Just now I quickly painted this tiny family of low-tech aliens. Nothing special, but might be handy for local colour, so to speak, on some alien or fantasy world. 
 

Sunday, November 13, 2022

Saturday, November 12, 2022

Minsc and Boo

Here we have a 28mm-scale miniature of bold fighter Minsc and his hamster companion Boo--the orange blob on his shoulder. Perhaps with an electron microscope and nanoscale handler arms I could have painted boo in more detail, but alas. As for Minsc, I'm happy with his head, cape, and scale mail, but the sword needs work, the boots are off, and the pantaloons, well, I should have gone with a different colour, I think. I don't hate this result, but I don't love it, either.

Friday, November 11, 2022

The Square of Zero

Just in time for COP27, here's one of the images Stable Diffusion created when I prompted it with "Times Square flooded by climate change." 
 

Thursday, November 10, 2022

Cooper's Tulpa

A couple of weeks ago I prompted Stable Diffusion with "FBI agent Dale Cooper faces his personal demons in the Black Lodge," and this was one of the results. While the composition isn't quite ideal, this image lines up with a key theme of Twin Peaks season three pretty nicely! 

Monday, November 07, 2022

Bruce Willis Is The Scream










I tried to prompt Stable Diffusion into recreating Munch's "The Scream" with Bruce Willis as the screamer, but the results were somewhat disappointing. Aiieeeeee!