Paladins against the Peaches WIP Faction
Posted: Sat Apr 09, 2011 3:55 pm
WARNING, LONG BACKSTORY AHEAD. IF YOU HAVE ADD SKIP THIS SECTION!!!!!!!!
Trattoria was a democracy. And like all democracies, it had conflict.
An enigmatic man known today only as “The Yellow Spaceman” had a happy childhood in Trattoria. He read his newspapers everyday and tried to keep up with current events in the empire and maintain his civic duties. He read articles of contacts with aliens dressed in orange jumpsuits with heavy laser tech, a violent scuffle with a band of zombies led by a top-hat-wearing skeleton, and the utter destruction of a nearby empire by a mystical man with a flaming skull. After Trattoria crawled out of its hiding place and began to trade with other nations, there arose a problem.
The boy had now grown into a man, having completed his higher education and preparing to take up running his father’s mercenary business. He picked up the newspaper once more that morning, as he always did for a little more than a decade. The frontpage was splattered with ink detailing the Trattorian’s Supreme Court decision: peaches may not be killed without scientific justification, and may only be enslaved. He had heard of the encroaching peaches before, and grew up with his parents describing them as “monsters from hell”, “cthluloid abominations”, and “Lovecraftian blotches on reality”. Having been brainwashed, he could not fathom why the old politicians let them live. Coincidentally enough, his father died and he was bequeathed with a small fleet of ships and a military force. He created decided to protect his home system from roaming space pirates, a duty the official military often neglected to do in such a fringe colony system, garnering support among much of the populace. He created a political party for killing peaches and had his nominee easily elected in the Trattorian congress. After a wait of five years, though, he saw nothing done except the bureaucratic slowness and inefficiency that was Trattoria. He spray-painted every vehicle in his army yellow, and went out to kill a DSM in one-on-one combat to steal an authentic yellow spacesuit. With rage in his eyes, he would attempt an exploit previously never done in the history of Trattoria.
He would secede.
Having earned support among the system’s population, he set out and had them join his ragtag militia. They would work for themselves. The Spaceman was a brilliant tactician, losing one ship for every fifty ships lost in Trattoria’s Sector 63 fleet, but even then he was still on the losing side. He executed a daring raid and managed to capture a factory planet in a nearby system, riling much protest among the Trattorians, begging the war to stop. It was only when the Silvarians intervened, they themselves once oppressed by the brutal Brittannians, were the tables turned as the now-proclaimed Paladins against the Peaches had enough ships to supply their losses. A massive combined Silvarian and Paladin space fleet stabbed directly at the heart of Trattoria, even losing seven-eighths of the mammoth allied fleet they managed to deploy fighters and bombers to wreck a city on one of Trattoria’s home planets. Though in reality the Paladin fleet and the Silvarian reinforcements were so depleted they would be incapable of launching another offensive, the Trattorians gave in and granted the Paladins against the Peaches independence.
Today the Paladins against the Peaches have conquered a decent ten nearby systems, though diplomatic relations are still sour. Pictured above is The Yellow Spaceman, king of this empire, along with his advisor.
Every civilian must serve 10 years in the army if they want the right to be considered by the Spaceman as a public official. (Starship Troopers rip-off I know, shut up)
Officers are given the right to ride on hover-bikes as well as command underlings.
Though originally the tank units were simply captured Trattorian ones, but the Paladins eventually came up with their own design, featuring more offensive capability but less armor.
A compact “small” space fighter frequently carried on Paladin ships, weaponry was crammed to the fullest extent here.
The helicopter is the primary transport unit for Paladin troops. It can carry 4 troops at maximum, but only 2-3 if the door guns are manned.
Almost complete, the heavy fighter for the Paladins has twice as many weapons as the comparable Trattorian model. However, windscreens and pilots have not come in yet so the unit still cannot be deployed.
Total fig-scale army.
Meanwhile, in space, the Paladins’ standard capital ship is this one, and though it was copied off from a design in Olothontor’s rulebook it is cheap and powerful. Also, in a shameful act for the Trattorians, this particular ship was the basis for their stealth spaceship.
A buffed up version of the standard ships, the Paladins’ battleship is frequently the flagship of a fleet and has some capacity to carry fighters and a landing force.
Designed as an alternative battleship, this ship also gave engineers a break from the standard ship designs.
The fleet patrolling as usual, along with an added gunship in the front.
This faction is still a work in progress, just wanted to post my progress so far. Also, I couldn't get to my usual camera so I had to use my old one, sorry for blurry pics but I tried the best I could.
Trattoria was a democracy. And like all democracies, it had conflict.
An enigmatic man known today only as “The Yellow Spaceman” had a happy childhood in Trattoria. He read his newspapers everyday and tried to keep up with current events in the empire and maintain his civic duties. He read articles of contacts with aliens dressed in orange jumpsuits with heavy laser tech, a violent scuffle with a band of zombies led by a top-hat-wearing skeleton, and the utter destruction of a nearby empire by a mystical man with a flaming skull. After Trattoria crawled out of its hiding place and began to trade with other nations, there arose a problem.
The boy had now grown into a man, having completed his higher education and preparing to take up running his father’s mercenary business. He picked up the newspaper once more that morning, as he always did for a little more than a decade. The frontpage was splattered with ink detailing the Trattorian’s Supreme Court decision: peaches may not be killed without scientific justification, and may only be enslaved. He had heard of the encroaching peaches before, and grew up with his parents describing them as “monsters from hell”, “cthluloid abominations”, and “Lovecraftian blotches on reality”. Having been brainwashed, he could not fathom why the old politicians let them live. Coincidentally enough, his father died and he was bequeathed with a small fleet of ships and a military force. He created decided to protect his home system from roaming space pirates, a duty the official military often neglected to do in such a fringe colony system, garnering support among much of the populace. He created a political party for killing peaches and had his nominee easily elected in the Trattorian congress. After a wait of five years, though, he saw nothing done except the bureaucratic slowness and inefficiency that was Trattoria. He spray-painted every vehicle in his army yellow, and went out to kill a DSM in one-on-one combat to steal an authentic yellow spacesuit. With rage in his eyes, he would attempt an exploit previously never done in the history of Trattoria.
He would secede.
Having earned support among the system’s population, he set out and had them join his ragtag militia. They would work for themselves. The Spaceman was a brilliant tactician, losing one ship for every fifty ships lost in Trattoria’s Sector 63 fleet, but even then he was still on the losing side. He executed a daring raid and managed to capture a factory planet in a nearby system, riling much protest among the Trattorians, begging the war to stop. It was only when the Silvarians intervened, they themselves once oppressed by the brutal Brittannians, were the tables turned as the now-proclaimed Paladins against the Peaches had enough ships to supply their losses. A massive combined Silvarian and Paladin space fleet stabbed directly at the heart of Trattoria, even losing seven-eighths of the mammoth allied fleet they managed to deploy fighters and bombers to wreck a city on one of Trattoria’s home planets. Though in reality the Paladin fleet and the Silvarian reinforcements were so depleted they would be incapable of launching another offensive, the Trattorians gave in and granted the Paladins against the Peaches independence.
Today the Paladins against the Peaches have conquered a decent ten nearby systems, though diplomatic relations are still sour. Pictured above is The Yellow Spaceman, king of this empire, along with his advisor.
Every civilian must serve 10 years in the army if they want the right to be considered by the Spaceman as a public official. (Starship Troopers rip-off I know, shut up)
Officers are given the right to ride on hover-bikes as well as command underlings.
Though originally the tank units were simply captured Trattorian ones, but the Paladins eventually came up with their own design, featuring more offensive capability but less armor.
A compact “small” space fighter frequently carried on Paladin ships, weaponry was crammed to the fullest extent here.
The helicopter is the primary transport unit for Paladin troops. It can carry 4 troops at maximum, but only 2-3 if the door guns are manned.
Almost complete, the heavy fighter for the Paladins has twice as many weapons as the comparable Trattorian model. However, windscreens and pilots have not come in yet so the unit still cannot be deployed.
Total fig-scale army.
Meanwhile, in space, the Paladins’ standard capital ship is this one, and though it was copied off from a design in Olothontor’s rulebook it is cheap and powerful. Also, in a shameful act for the Trattorians, this particular ship was the basis for their stealth spaceship.
A buffed up version of the standard ships, the Paladins’ battleship is frequently the flagship of a fleet and has some capacity to carry fighters and a landing force.
Designed as an alternative battleship, this ship also gave engineers a break from the standard ship designs.
The fleet patrolling as usual, along with an added gunship in the front.
This faction is still a work in progress, just wanted to post my progress so far. Also, I couldn't get to my usual camera so I had to use my old one, sorry for blurry pics but I tried the best I could.
but ok ( I would take out the side sponsons though, a tank that small would not have them) and I like the fighter. Throw some blue or blank (sand blue, to match your ground troops) into your vehicles, and that might break up the monotony. good start!
