The workshop glows into being. Racks, spaces and parts lockers ping their content lists across integrated touch faces. The scent of metals, plastics and dull funk of a long shut room assault Tael's nasal folds as he steps in bold and full of purpose. New ventures to be explored and projects built.
"Ach - caffe dispenser." a palm covers his face and draws down slowly, finishing with an anguished grin.
The lights go out and Tael leaves.
A few moments later, the workshop glows into being. Racks, space and parts lockers ping their content lists while Tael pushes a new pech'caffe dispenser into place. The silicon feet skreeking across the study bench surface. Whincing but perservering, he settles it into a position he likes; then swipes the device on and to max shot level.
"Right, let's get stuck in." he mutters, sliding a finger across a forearm bracer.
A flight of maintenance drones and general cleaning units flit in behind and begin the work of readiying the space anew. Shuffling, waxing, vacuuming and spritzing of cleaning fluids abound.
Meanwhile Tael watches the temp readout climb, popping his lips in thought as he awaits his proferred mug to be filled. He spots a piece of packing film still stuck in the devices' seamline; it draws in his attention, picking at it and pulling it away carefully occupies much of his focus amidst a hive of activity.
A chime sounds, which keeps Tael's attention from the drones hovering in a line; proud children before their creator. Behind the gathered flock of artifical helpers is a gleaming work area .
"Perfect." the fio utters on feeling his mug begin to fill.
The gathered vesa exchange millisecond wifi glances and shrugs, furtively unsure if O'Tael has noted their efforts.
With practised poise and deft motions, he lifts the mug to his lips, savouring the scent and then the velvety bitter flavour with a slight cocoa overtone. His body lifts, eyes gain that modellers focus and his face tingles ever so slightly.
Drawing the mug down to chest height, Tael finally takes in the drones before him, nodding happily at their work. So much effort intiating a room these days. He draws another sip of the brew.
A near audible chittering of pleasure arises from the flock to be cut short as they note he is about to proclamate another statement.
"..I have an idea."
So, welcome back all.
It has been a long while since I updated this thread and I begin so, inspired by recent efforts of members and by finally getting my hands on new Tau plastic kits.
So I've begun work on Tau, I know, Shocker!
This group of models will be a strike team of individuals, kitted out in whatever they damn well please. Essentially think a group of monats brought together (and all the pyschological issues that entails) and given free reign across the plethora of Tau wargear.
Yeah, ..this should be fun.
So beginning from the first hooves on the ground, the Pathfinders, at this stage they're 90% done - small touches of greenstuff yet to go.
I've begun work on a veteran shas'vre who has a penchant for overcharging his Ion Cannon whenever the chance provides. He has taken greivous wounds to the left side of his body, losing a leg and eye to tyrannic bio-acid and maw. Ever since, his agreession levels have been off the chart.
More often than not, when spotting for the QRF team, he'll engage immediately with the Ion Cannon.
Overall the model is posed to be striding forward, his stance committed and the cannon aimed decisively. He's walking heavy firepower across whatever hapless xeno decided to cross his path that rotaa.
The Shadow Warrior cape is excellent due to the twin strap that rides over the cape - which allowed a convincing application of his 'backup' pulse rifle. I am yet to decide on what Aerial he will use.
Enter one aspect of my modelling ahead - I'll be using bionics; as I do not feel limb grafting at the frontlines or in far off operations as an immediately feasible occurence due to down time and recovery. Cybernetics provide a measure of simplicity and functionality that I imagine, a firewarrior would appreciate.
Pathfinder two. Almost a polar opposite. This warrior has a far more pensive pose. He is observing and clearly not showing intent to engage. Suffice to say, his cloak is pulled aside, ready for action.
I'll be adding another Pathfinder and then beginning to work through the Firewarriors proper. Then some stealth suits and finally a couple of battlesuits.
Should be fun indeed.