Davin Chi, Dark Mechanicus Techpriest Work in Progress

Yep, it's a terrible photo, and it's still very much a work in progress. This will be one of a trio of dark mechanicus techpriests for my secondary inquisimunda warband, dark mechanicus explorators.

The forgeworld psyker part was already half painted when I started converting, and also there's some additional work to done. The halberd looks better proportioned in person, trust me!

Anyway, this is Davin Chi, a techpriest addicted to chaos scrap code.

He was converted by Magos Al Tchuring, joining his hidden dark mechanicus cult. Together, they managed to hack into and overpower the warrior priest Secutor T'Chessla, who has since declared for the dark gods of his own accord (well, perhaps a little bit of extreme brainwashing and re-codifying occurred as well...)

Gathering with them a small band of cultists from their skitarii and forge menials, the trio of techpriests have set off for greater spoils and knowledge, no matter the cost. Well, no matter the cost to other people, I suppose...

Brutal Brunnus, Penal Legionnaire and Psychopath

Regis is glad that penal legion service includes the use of explosive collars. Even so, he'll still have to watch his back while Brunnus is alive.

Brutal Brunnus. After being sentenced to flogging for dereliction of duty, Brunnus decided instead to kill his way through 5 of his fellow guardsmen before being re-captured.

Only one thing halted his immediate execution, that being his reputation for extremely efficient violence, both on and off the battlefield. Regis' new commanding officer no doubt thought it amusing to include him in his penal legion unit, if simply to add some unnecessary additional danger to the task at hand.

Regis, the Disgraced

Sergeant-Commissar Regis

When his regimental commander was executed for questioning Ultramarine authority, Regis as regimental commissar was disgraced.

The force was reassigned, and the former commander's loyal officers, staff and sergeants were demoted, sentenced to penal legion service, or executed.

Regis was sentenced to command a penal legion unit, provided the necessary brevet rank of Sergeant-Commissar, and ordered to return respect and honour to the uniform.


This model will lead my penal legion kill team for upcoming Inquisimunda shenanigans. It's not a great pic, but hey, I'm sure no one minds. :)

Lord Artemis Drake, Nobleman and Buccaneer

Lord Artemis Drake

A nobleman with a penchant for hunting, he set off deep into the Tau empire with his trusted servants. Collecting many new skins for his collections, he and his crew were beset upon by a herd of Krootox until at last only Drake remained wounded unto death. It was at this moment that a Kroot shaper and his scouts emerged from the forest scaring off the Krootox. Seeing in Drake a kindred spirit, the Shaper, Kor'Vas, spared his life and took him back to camp. Under increasing pressure from the elders, Kor'Vas eventually fled with Drake under the cover of darkness to travel the stars and guns for hire, although the chance to hunt game is never far from Drake's mind. They now crew with void pirates out of Ydriss.

Master and Commander

Ship's Master Quintus Triarii: Captain of the Imperial Merchant-man Unquestionable he has been linked with a number of inquisitors and is a know supplier of xenos species for the fighting pits of Galatorne. In recent years his family's holdings across the sub-sector have expanded rapidly.

Sorry for the slightly crap photos. My old happy snapper isn't really up to this kind of thing and this is the best that I can do for now.

Klein's Arrival

Steam condensed in dramatic coils from the humid air around the lander. Twenty paces away heat from its re-entry made Warden Torst’s skin prickle beneath his already uncomfortable dress-amour. 

Around him the rest of the honour-guard shifted restlessly. They thought they had better things to do and he couldn’t disagree. You can’t leave ten thousand of the sectors worst to their own devices for long and not expect some trouble. Once this pissant little duty was over there’d be more work than there should for everybody. Fights to break up, punishment to mete out and bodies to move. 

Stupid fucking inquisitors and their projects. Don’t they know I have a prison to run.

The lander’s ramp thudded open and Torst snapped to attention. Here we go, he thought. 

The inquisitor was the first out. All arrogance and gold amour. He stopped at the bottom of the ramp. “Who are you?” he said. Looking Torst up and down.

“Ah, Torst. Warden Torst.” 

“I see. I am Inquisitor Klein. You will call me my lord.”  There was a loud crash at the top of the ramp. “Is that clear?” said Klein.

“Yes.” Torst watched a huge crate start down the ramp followed by a hunched tech priest. Klein raised an eyebrow. “Err, my lord,” managed Torst a little late.

“Good.” Klein turned to the box. “Have your men help the magos biologis with the cargo and take it to the holding pens.” 

“Of course, my lord.”  Torst gestured to the other men on the landing pad.  “What’s in it?” Torst asked and instantly regretted it. 

The inquisitor didn’t turn to look at the warden. He watched the men shuffle the crate off the ramp.

“The future, warden.  All our futures.”

In His name

Inquisitor Varro Klein: Veteran inquisitor and expert in non-human languages, particularly eldar standard and its dialects. Has spent most of the last hundred years studying and writing, and has only recently returned to active operations for unknown reasons. Feels that he must prove himself and his theories after so long on the sidelines.