Art by Boris Groh
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The Undying Threat... I'm thrilled to finally share this with you. I had the opportunity to draw Percy's forces in today's CR Abridged :)
Battle Buddies!
Drew my friend and I since we’ve been playing as a pair together since he got the game.
Also he keeps killing me with grenades and head shots when we’re bored so I just set him on fire.
Commission for Zahiid and their Black-ops Helldivers, Z-1 and A-2!
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Gonna make an ongoing post with some Psycho-Doll design exploration/doodles I have been doing over the past week or so.
Still just figuring out exactly how PSYCHODRIVER is gonna look.
Will be updating this as I draw more Dolls.
GET HYPED GET HYPED GET HYPED
Another commission, 'The Unsung Heroes', celebrating all the background characters that helped the main character do what they do.
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Design roughs for some Lancer rpg infantry (mostly)
Lancer: Hostile Forces
Here are 3 unrelated factions (each consisting of 3 units) for the mecha/pliot table-top role playing game Lancer:
1. Voidborn Oppressors
They used to be humble spaceship salvagers during the war between worlds. Once the war was over, they found themselves to have more military assets than the surviving planet-bound nations. And so they've leveraged their power to regulate all trade and politics across the entire solar system. Anyone who shows defiance to their authority will be crushed with disproportionate force.
Demolisher + Pirate = Wreck Mistress
During the war, arguments over salvage rights were typically resolved in favor of whoever had a Wreck Mistress. It is an intimidating machine traditionally piloted by a cold woman. It incorporates the most terrifying weapons-tech from the war: Slaver Signal, Demolition Hammer, Coreworm Rockets, Seismic Destroyer. These mechs are passed down from mother to favored daughter. Wreck Mistresses were used during the subjugation of planetary nations to butcher both mechs and their pilots in grisly spectacle.
Scourer + Commander = Las-Boss
Using a mecha-scaled laser cutter to disassemble military cruisers requires a steady hand and a keen mind. One miscalculation or twitch of the controls could result in a small nuke going off. During the war there was always demand for a "lascut specialist" for the previously stated reasons. Those who survived long enough in the profession would earn legions of followers and the best berths in any station. These wartime scrap-stars are now looking for opportunities to prove they are still just as hot as their instruments, prior to cooling. They may be accompanied by a Squad or a couple of Assault Grunts serving as groupie-bodyguards. A Las-boss must have the Melt optional system and the Military Discipline trait.
Assassin + Spacer = Boarder
The Boarder MK.I was a standardized powered exoskeleton designed for high mobility and dirty close quarters combat. It's pilots would typically use Thumper Grenades to disable targets, Leap to close the gap, and a Heated Blade to finish them off. The Mk. II was designed for combat on planet surfaces and operating alongside Wreck Mistresses. This new version of the Boarder was equipped with a Gravity Rifle (much needed ranged firepower) and Kai Bioplating (maintaining it's mobility within a gravity well). The MK. III addresses the fact that Boarders were being destroyed by being out-ranged or out-gunned, and so it features a two-fold solution. The Assassin's Mark would give the Boarder some protection from a single attacker. And a Cloud Projector would give it the ability to dodge fire from multiple attackers. During protests against the Voidborn, effigies of Boarders are set on fire and paraded around.
2. Radiovore Colony
These organisms are like a cross between bombardier beetles and nudibranchs, scaled to megafauna sizes. Radiovores naturally produce hyper-reactive chemical substances that they use for a variety of purposes. They are able to do this because they feed on rare metals and radioactive materials which gives them the necessary mutations. Their diet puts them at odds with human mining colonies pursuing the same resources. Both the Nester and the Suitor have the Regenerator and Living Chassis traits from the Exotic template.
Monstrosity = Progeny
Casually classified as being old enough to leave their nest but not mutated yet. They have claws, a corrosive bite, and acid spittle attacks. Progeny use hit and run tactics on prey, while threats are safely melted from a distance. There doesn't seem to be a limit to how old a Progeny can get, ancient ones gain the Regenerator trait.
Pyro + Exotic = Nester
When a Progeny finds high quantities of mutation-inducing materials in a defensible nest, it will become a bloated Nester. It's acid spitting gland becomes a shorter range flamethrower. They use an ability similar to the FIREBREAK Shield to protect their eggs and Progeny. After mating with a Suitor, the nester will start to lay eggs. Radiovore nests filled with eggs generate so much heat they are practically kilns. Nesters have to have burn immunity and the ability to disperse heat in order to survive. As they get near the end of their lives, an old Nester will form a hardened shell (siege armor) over their body.
Seeder + Exotic = Suitor
Progeny that have left their nests, have found low quantities of radioactive material but little shelter, turn into Suitors. These Radiovores spend their time building biomechanical bombs with different kinds of yields and payloads for multiple purposes. At first their explosives are used for the creation of nests and exploratory mining operations. Once a Progeny has taken over a nest and become a Nester, the Suitor's bombs are then used in a courting ritual. The Nester will only mate with a Suitor who presents bombs that are highest-yield/least-stable. To minimize damage, Nesters will instinctively drive suitors far away from the nest. The Suitor has to make and transport their explosives from these remote locations. They may test out delivery routes to a nest with Stun, Sealant, or Shock Mines first before upgrading to the Explosive type. Wait long enough and an exterminator can follow a Suitor back to their nest, but actually tracking it (even in low flying aircraft) can be incredibly risky.
3. First Strike Team
Long range nuclear missiles, "Super-Hacker" NHPs, TBK bioweapon suites. All these human-made horrors need time to arm, aim, and launch. First Strike Teams can neutralize these threats to national security within that prep phase, if deployed accurately and correctly. Because of that big if, FSTs are maintained and commanded by covert intelligence bureaus, to ensure an uninterrupted flow of reliable target data. These teams are subject to less scrutiny than the superweapons they hunt and are only beholden to a bureau's director. Because of this, FSTs are viewed with suspicion by everyone who knows about them. When deployed to a target location, an FST is a frantic collective because they know they've only got minutes to save their world.
Mirage + Ship = Blink-Boat
The purpose of this ship is to get a Ground Team as close as possible to their targets. Blink-boats can teleport from their launch pad to anywhere within a half-lightyear but after that they can only make shorter jumps. That's when their secondary stealth functions are used, to protect itself and passengers from any immediate attacks by defensive. Given how delicate and experimental they are, Blink-boats do not carry any conventional weapons that can backfire on itself. There has been some speculation about what might happen if a blink-boat's launch-pad jump was sabotaged.
Squad = Ground Team
GTs will not leave their blink-boat until they are exactly where they should be. Once deployed, they will overwhelm hostile security with superior numbers and firepower. They are given all kinds of equipment and training depending on which target they are supposed to disable. The gear can range from breaching charges and system hacking tools to 3D maneuvering gear and heavy body armor.
Ace + RPV = Escorters
Durability, mobility, and firepower, these are the three virtues of the Escorter remote piloted vehicle. They deploy and spread out from the underbelly of the Blink-Boat after it has arrived in a target location. These robots will take the hits (which they will occasionally dodge thanks to Barrel Roll) that the rest of the FST cannot. This miraculous semi-autonomous weapon design comes at a horrible cost: Escorters are absurdly vulnerable to electronic warfare. However if one of them was hacked so thoroughly that it fired on the rest of the FST, the blink-boat's e-warfare suite would be able to keep the rest of the team safe.
The weather. Not sure about the tags
Strawberry sprinkles
"So, how're we looking?"
Verum said as he slumped behind the slagged metal sign, let his fingers run down the grooves in his axe. Felt the chunks choking the gear. His eyes didn't stray from the task even as the smoke drifted across the quietly simmering ground. Strelok tossed aside the rifle and flashed two twelve on his fingers, the flesh was straying from his frame. Synth-skin peeling back from the chemical agents. He couldn't bend down to crouch next to Verum, instead he took to a knee. The remaining actuators in his leg screamed and forced him down next to Hedon who was idly tossing a bullet back and forth between his fingers.
"I'm on four, ah, nah scratch that. Three. Fourth is in that guy."
Hedon replied while he thumbed behind him to the smouldering hole where a person used to be. An ash mark on the ground where Glory stood, posturing.
"Good! Harrison teaches us that anything can be a weapon." The little preacher replied, brandishing her plasma cutter upwards into the light. A second later, a loud crack took it out of her hand and she dove for cover, knocking her head on Hedon's knee in the process.
"Got another one?" Verum asked with a snicker, trying to hide his amusement. "She could always just punch them. Would solve two problems at once." Manchuria said while she looked up over the counter she laid behind.
"Ah hah, hah hah. Hilarious." Verum replied, finally wrenching the chunks of body out from the teeth. The engines whirred again, he smiled.
"The image is humorous, I should think. Just imagine what shape she'd make upon impact."
Chirurgeon added, appearing from the shadows within the building's corners.
"You think she wouldn't just pop like a balloon?" Verum said, turning to face the doctor as she knelt and picked up the rifle the poor sap who'd been holding this place had left. Check latch, safeties, ammo count. She mouthed 'thirty' at Verum, he nodded.
"I think she'd implode at the mere thought of being shot. It's not approved." Hedon added to the utter silence that followed. There was, for a brief period only the sound of gunfire and chattering radios.
"Guys! We're in a donut shop, I found this box back here, all strawberry sprinkles!" Manchuria slid the box across the ground, she smiled and all anyone else could do was laugh.
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