The bois all together. Now I have something else to fight other than a box of bootleg minifigs.
After the cancellation of trattoria, these drones have gained some semblance of a conscience. Although they still remember who their enemies are.
The specialists introduced to the team. A sniper and a melee dude.
You don't wanna be seen as an enemy by either of these guys. One will snipe you from afar without you realising and the other will pulp you with his axe.
Backpack shots for the specialists. Infantry won't be getting backpacks like this.
The sniper gets a comms pack while the charger gets a thruster pack to get stuck in faster.
Here, the sniper is perched on top of a box, an unsuspecting hardhat in his sights.
Snipin's a good job mate. Honest work. I guarantee you'll not go hungry, because at the end of the day, as long as there's two people left on the planet, someone is gonna want someone dead.
Now the poor bastard's being chased by the charger. Can't seem to catch a break can he?
Is it just me or is the charger trying to imitate a brootal? He's even screaming at the top of his voice.
And to cap things all off, some good ol phalek abuse.
Sweet trattorian revenge.
Anyway, I suppose that does it! Was finally able to finish off the drones I wanted to build. The charger ended up being built before my first tank just because I could. Either way, stay tuned in case I decide to add on to my trattorian forces in the future.
