Yanpalo fleet by Brigade Models

"Another breach, think Yenpalo are reinforcing after the fight wth the McAndrew corporation?" The droid enquired.
"It will take them to five of all minor classes in the region." The Ambassador looked up from his data pad.
"Not the sixes they so favour." The droid flustered.
"Check back down their flight path, check for debris?"
"Plenty their, no wonder they are short handed."
"All second line assests, a drstroyer, a frigate and  four corvettes, plus extra fighters and bombers."


"No extra heavies?" The Ambassador looked back down and flicked a page.


"Monitors say not." The droid drifted off for a glass of something for the Ambassador


"Why thank you."


"Well, we can watch them getting trashed later then."


"Might need a debris field marker on the galactic charts soon then."

 

The ambassador pored over new intel scans, as a droid hovered a little too low and close over his shoulder.
"A further breach of the Auren. Do we inform His Imperial Highness?" it chirped.
"What, that he might need a large cooking pan for dinner tonight?"
"There are four of them, that's a lot to contend with."
"Better tell him to get the extra large pan out!"



A pair of Yanpalo frigates






Destroyers




At full burn

*Previously*

 

The small, heavily armoured, drone flustered outside the door of the Auran Throne Room/Chamber/Pool. The amabssador had been gone for hours. Had he been eaten? Would he need to train up a new one?
The door creaked open slowly, the Ambassador waved cheerily and wave goodbye to his Imperial Highness. He had got away with it again!
The door slammed shut, and the Ambassador handed back a sheaf of old fashioned paper notes to the drone (The Aurans hated drones, foreign data pads, anything they had not invented themselves, best not upset them) and it impatiantly bustled. "Did you discuss the Yanpalo incursion?"
"I.."

"Did you mention they sent an alpha strike of bombers? Fair wrecked our visual sensors."


The drone buzzed round the slightly bemused Ambassador at headheight.
"Which was overtaken by fighters, they ripped apart our local screens?"

"If..."


It was showing some aggitation,nervousness even. An unsual state for a droid to get into.
"Our spy satillites then picked up a wave of six corvettes entering! Do you understand how serious an intrussion that is?"
"Yes but..."


It fixed the Ambassador's gaze, hovering and flitting slightly, like a child trying not to peak at birthday presents.
"I do hope you were able to dicuss the technical merits of their ship designs, as oh dear, we need their help on this one?"
"Um..."


It thumbedflicked at high speed through the Ambassadors notes, scanning each page at high resolution, typical, nothing written down! How do these pathetic humans ever cope without AI assistance?
"I know the Yanpalo have a thing about the value of six, but this is a real show of arrogence from them."
"Wha..."


How dare he not take notes! He did not have the synaptic boosts to mem-cord all the details.
"Corvettes, followed by those nasty frigates. How did we ever deserve an opponent like this?"
"If you woul..."


Oh human memories, so unorganised and cluttered, I'll have to scan him later as he recharges!
"Those frigates never travel on their own, always with the big stuff, you put that across, yes?"
"Yes, bu..."


The drone looked distraught, the pace of it's fussing increased.
"Oh I wish we had more allies like the Aurans, they know what to do, don't they?"
"I sai..."


Punching a manipultor at a file picture (taken from an Auran camera feed),
"To have two destroyers in system, that means they are serious. You did discuss their anti-missile capabilities that those things pack?"
"Will yo..."


It looked at another print, a good angle on the newly emerged destroyers. If the Aurans ever found we have tapped ther feeds...
"I know our fleet call them 'Angmar's Helmets; I wonder that the Auran's call them?"
"Really, you..."


It flicked through the file again. It did not need to, it knew every pixal and fold down to a micron level and knew which pages had been looked at, handled and hopefully discussed. It could probably estimate time on each page to a picosecond by sweat residues and decay due to exposure to the Auran atmosphere. Most sheets were relatively untouched, strange?
"I am glad our intelligence tapped their security feeds, that new cruiser design is a real worry. You showed but did not say where we got it from, right?"
"Of cour..."


While the stress of this situation was definitley showing on the drone,who was not on his 17th lap of the antichamber, the Ambassador looked bored.
"Our analysts reckon their firepower is just short of one of our battleships. Did you get the Auran version of their statistical anayalsis."
"I woul..."


The drone was now hovering almost touching the Ambassador's face, like a C20th drill sergent in the face of a raw recruit.
"Two of those in any sytem is horrendous! Now, what did they say about the battlecruisers?"
"I haven't..."


"We haven't seen anything bigger have we? Have they?"
"How woul..."


The door to the state chamber silently slid open behind the flustered drone.
"You know, your lack of answers really is agrivating, Human thought processes are so slow!"
"Oi..."


A long red, pearlescent tenticle drifted unseen under the drone, hugging the floor, despite the drones enhanced sensor suits, in it's stress it did not compute what was happening.
"That many ships in one system, you know what that means?"


 The tenticle wrapped round the drone with the speed of movement that would make a striking cobra give up and search out a zimmer frame. It smashed the drone into the wall, the floor, twice against the ceiling, and then the other wall until bits had crumpled off the droid and scattered across the now cracked examples of finest trans-marble the Ambassador had ever seen. As the tenticle shook the last droid metallic and bio-residue off itself and slid back into the throne room, one huge, unblinking, eye looked out.
"Typical," the Emperor intoned in the Ambassador's mind, "I only wanted to know if you humans had any good recipies for roasting these Yanpole after we destroyed and captured them! Oh, and tell his successor that, yes, we know about their breaches in our satillite systems because we let them, and no, they can't keep doing it!"

The Ambassador smiled...

 Some test pieces for my Brigade Models Yenpolo fleet.
Was looking for interesting things for A Billion Suns, these really caught my eye as something so different to the usual design of warships you see, and the rest of the fleet is on order!

For some reason, the camera just would not pick up on the colour, but they are a very well shaded and modulated light purple colour, honest!
Fighters to the fore, bombers follow.


Top view




See, they are pruple, honest! I'm sure you can imagine the rest of them this colour.
 

Needing something to fulfill the corette/gunboat section of the Yenpol line, I dug out these two beauties that I have been having nightmares about painting since the 00s, White Stars from Babylon 5, via Drew at Studio Bergstrom!


Top view


Again, the purple is not showing brilliantly...