I've been posting progress on this project on G+ as it happened, and I decided to make a blog post of it.
Okay-- let's see, r'member that razorback turret I made? I finally summoned up enough courage to make the APC to go with it. At the first, all I knew I wanted was a personal transport for my 7th Captain, Thunraz the gallows-lord.
I started by gutting out the APC; took out the floor and seating. I decided that the fencing would go right angles as opposed to diagonal, which hurricane fencing does; I thought it looked just that little more Imperial.
|The door and windshield were not exempt from my torture|
I left out the wall that separated the troop bay from what was once the cab, replaced it with more fencing-- leaving the cogitator and the enshelved bolter. The lights, I decided not to use.
I tried to emulate ceramic tiles with greenstuff; it was most difficult.
|The only boltguns I had left that still have their handles are chaos ones, but oh well.|
The next thing I did was remove one wall, and put in something resembling a door mechanism.
The engine-- or at least, what I like to thing ought to pass as one-- was not easy to assemble, for I did not know what to use where. There's bits from an assault drill, a dreadnought's grapple-whip and a piece from the Aquila strongpoint. I made a little cog mechanicum out of a piece of grapple-whip and a skull from the top of a Grey Knights icon. The holy man's bones are to keep the engine's spirit pacified.
|With the other panel on.|
In place of a cab/cockpit/whatever, I decided to leave the space empty, or fairly empty. I hacked another piece out of the strongpoint again, this time a textured piece of floor.
I then decided the space would be an interrogation chamber. The victim is cast in through the hatch and is left there. We see bits of cultist, bone and Necron-- though I believe the latter was only imprisoned for sport.
I could imagine the chaplain approaching the cultist leader as he awakens.
"Hello, heretic whelp. I want to play a game."
No, seriously, I had a game set up for him to play. He had an empty autopistol, was forced to dig around in his arm to find the bullet. He then had a choice; would he shoot the key and free himself, or has revenge and hate clouded his mind so much that he would instinctively shoot the chaplain?
|There's the key|
Last step was string wires all over the place, just to be messy.
And that's that. My command APC; so far so good. Second part will possibly be painting.
|Parting shot-- the Emperor may protect,but don't expect Him to watch you as if you were a toddler.|