Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

Tonight's Imperial Skies fight. Mort requested a rematch of our steampunk airships, I was all up for that. All the amazing ships and fort are from Brigade Models , while my lovely sea mat comes from Tiny Wargames . The British High Command, and more importantly, the public, after the French raid on the Channel resources, have demanded a retribution strike. Many targets were considered, but Navy Intelligence noted that Fort Boyard , a sea fort off La Rochelle completed in 1857, and being reactivated in the modern age, and made an ideal target. The British strike force compromised a Benbow type I class battleship (without it's flight of planes), two Exeter type II class heavy cruisers, a Rawalpindi Colonial light cruiser and most importantly a recently commissioned Agamemnon monitor. The French hastily scrambled a Jeanne La Pucelle heavy cruiser, a Formidable light cruiser, a Regnault class destroyer,and two Descartes class destroyers to defend the fort. Early shots were exc...

 +++Immediate - French sighted over channel. move to intercept+++ After the great storm of 29th May 1920, three British structures had broken loose from their moorings, and were adrift in the Channel (plus two dummy blanks).  The French, seizing the opportunity to pounce, launched a distraction raid on Dover, and detached Commodore Pain Perdu (my friend Mort) on a Les Arc Mk 1 class dirigible carrier with a full air-wing of fighters, two Descartes class destroyers and a Formidable class cruiser. Their mission, scout the five templates, identify viable targets, and await further orders. I ran the British, with Commodore Sir Dave Caruthers-Carstairs-Montague-Smythe in charge. Two Cossack class patrol boats, which had to be deployed together as a patrol at least 24" away from the carrier, an Exeter class cruiser escorting an older Albion class carrier carrying four fighters that happened to be in the area. Their mission, locate the structures and defend them. The structures were ...

The ambassador peeled himself slowly from the cavity he had just made in the wall, possible broken ribs, and he was sure that his arm should not bend in that direction. "That was an act of belligerence, that was war! Earth Central will put our fleets on alert. We cannot stand this insult!" The (heavily armoured) diplomatic drone fluttered nearby. "Oh, be quiet drone!" the Emperor's voice echoed in his head. He still wasn't sure how the drone heard it, but it fluttered backwards, avoiding the tentacle the zoomed past it's front.It was learning to avoid these blows, after, what was it, sixth new chassis? The Auran Emperor, resplendent in a newly fabbed tank of seawater, floated where at least two stories of the embassy had once stood. "I was only patting the Ambassador on the back for his fine decision!" Once, long ago, actually about half-an-hour and a wall ago, the Ambassador had been soundly asleep, but had, again, been roused from his slumbe...

  Alarms sounded... *THUNK* It still sounded... The Ambassador picked it up and threw it against the wall, pulling the sheet over his ears. A muffled tinkling sound suggested a new alarm was needed, but it could still be heard! The pillow went over his ears next, accompanied by vocabulary that would certainly have seen him disbarred from most organisation's bars across the galaxy. A cold, metal hand gripped his leg and unceremoniously dumped him on the floor, only breaking his fall at the last second with an anti-grav field. "Get up!" the droid, a replacement he assumed, for the one smashed by the Emperor... How long ago? "How long was I out for?" He asked the new shell as he tried to stand. It had upgraded armour, and had shown it had inbuilt shield generators, he suspected the mind was the same as his previous 'minder' though. "2.5 standard." "WHAT!" 2.5 was a long nap, not a night's recovery, what was going on! ...