|With their new ride (see previous post)|
Sunday morning of the Victoria Day long weekend. I'm in my bathrobe, drinking tea, eating ham and egg breakfast sandwiches, and watching The Expanse, as you do, when the door bell rings.
It's Mormons. Or somebody else selling something.
Reluctantly I pause Amos and put my sandwich down (they were pretty good if I do say so myself).
It's not Mormons. It's Lorenzo, whom I haven't seen in an age and a half.
"Hey, it's me!" he says and hands me some baggies.
I wave at his partner standing beside their lemon yellow VW Bug and then look at the baggies.
It's the handful of Quar he bought on a whim many, many years ago and showed to me all those years ago to plant the seed of my enduring fascination with the adorably goofy sentient anteaters.
"Here you go, have fun!" and he leaves on his Sunday road trip.
After a few hours moving rose shoots and engaging in mortal combat with an overgrown forsythia I got them assembled before dinner.
4x rhyflers with 12mm Bogen automatic shotguns and a yawdryl (Sergeant) with a lighter automatic weapon. One rhyfler is carrying a grenade.
Interesting models. Separate heads. Different heads. Separate weapons. Multiple pack options; there's a main pack with bed roll and then different small packs to attach above. Extra bits; grenades, a knife, some more pouches.
|Different pack options|
There was a bit of "is that flash, or an arm?" The left arm on one figure had broken off during their time in Lorenzo's storage. Took a bit of trimming and tweezer work to fit it back into place. I made liberal usage of superglue accelerator too.
A couple of sessions with the paint brushes and we have my first unit!
I have deliberately painted them like WW2 Canadians; Tamiya XF-49 Khaki for the uniforms, Vallejo 103 German Camo Beige for the webbing, Tamiya XF-51 Khaki Drab for the helmets.
|Note knitted hat under helmet|
|Close up of Yawdryl (NCO)|
I seriously thought about leaving their lovely round puddle bases as is, but I'd rather store them on magnetic sheeting rather than let them rattle around.