Death From Above, Or Some Other Angle!

Greets! Just a quick post to show off my Ulthwe Windriders. I have been using them in quite a few battle reports in semi painted semi glued states. They have been in this sorry state for 10 or more years but I have finally gotten my paint on and finished them. When I first constructed them I wanted to use them as pirates hence their completely illegal meltagun and flamer. But since my newfound 40K obsession I finally got round to finishing them.  

The central figure is banking ever so slightly. Probably making whooshing sound as well.

Windriders have very few options; either with twin shuriken catapults or a shuriken cannon. Hopefully the unsettling plethora of new rules emerging from the Space Marine codex will give these fellers some also over the top  weaponry like mini nukes or syphilis cannons. 

Group shot.

Hopefully in the near future they will be instrumental in the Aeldari resurgence whereby they win the war against Chaos, the Imperium and all the other enemies of  my space elfs. So far their recent exploits have sent tiny discs of sharpened plastic into Orks, Tyranids, Tau and Space Marines, all wearing just a black undercoat. Now they have highlighted weapons and helmets the sky's the limit. Possibly.  

Thanks for reading.

The Dy Celiac IV Eradication

Brother Captain Prophylactic's mood was dark. Following an embarrassing defeat a moon cycle ago his forces had been forced to return to their fortress while rebels and insurgents openly mocked the Astartes with graffiti and pamphlets ridiculing their prowess. Civil disobedience had reached critical levels and now a large group of rebels were marching on the Blood Angel fortress. It was hard to tell exact numbers but Brother Sergeant Buttafucco estimated over 200,000. This was possibly incorrect as ever since Buttafucco had been struck by a xenos mind ray during the Gorgonzolan rebellion, his mental acuity had been in question. All Astarte forces were prepared for combat. As the fortress automated gun defense systems activated the rebels marched on regardless heedless to their own casualties (which were huge). As the commander looked on through the vid screens the fortress was rocked by an enormous explosion. The vox came alive with status reports when one voice took precedence, it was Brother Cuppola from the lower courtyard. "Be advised brothers, hostiles in the courtyard assistance imperative!".

Brother Captain Prophylactic then gave the order "Brothers, eradication protocols, lower courtyard, converge and destroy!".