Dropzone Commander: Preview und Geschichte

The designs for all the Resistance units are now complete! Throughout July we will be previewing images of all the remaining new models via Facebook and Twitter. The first 12 days will be sneak peeks of the new models and the following 18 days will contain full images of the new units. We will not be showing the Technicals/ Heavy Technicals as we have previewed those previously, although some of these new units may have been spotted at shows we have attended this year…

Don’t forget to check out our Facebook page each day in July to see the latest pictures and comments on the first expansion race for Dropzone Commander. There will also be another exciting announcement on July 31st, so be sure not to miss it!

Wir zeigen Euch natürlich nach und nach alle Designs.

Außerdem gibt es eine neue Kurzgeschichte:

“Abraxis, what’s our record for kills in a single volley?”
“68, Master.”
Ciaus let himself float through the neural net connecting his dormant body to the Menchit walker. All systems were preforming well, and Abraxis – his AI – was ready for the hunt.
“I think we can do better than that, don’t you? Give me a precision battle view with a movement-acquisition overlay”
The questing tendrils of his mind ran though the battle walker, solidified into a 180-degree view of a wrecked urban plaza. The view was crystal clear despite the smog and dust of battle, with everything stationary tinged dark grey. 
Instantly bright blue movement flashes lit up in the grey; Scourge infantry dodging and weaving towards the static walker.
“Abraxis, set firing triggers to mind impulse. Minigun triad. Give me a count; Ascending, top right. And….begin”
He lashed out with his mind, pinpoint three round bursts changing each moving blue blur to a blue smear before it melting into the immobile grey. The kill counter to the right of his vision ticked upwards rapidly. 19.20.21.22.23.24.
“This is an inefficient use of the RX-20’s potential killing power, Master” chided the AI.
25.25.

“Damn. Missed one. You put me off my aim.”
“Apologies Master.”
“Well it’s ruined now. Full cycle, scythe fire” he ordered, lazily switching to auto-targeting with a thought.
The guns cycled up, spraying death left and right with lethal efficiency. Blurs that were once host warriors were obliterated. Where they had taken cover, rubble and flesh were churned up together. Where they were caught in the open, they simply evaporated; bodies burst open and turned to a thin red mist.
“Further threats indicated. Western approach. My Master, these are unregistered hostiles. Searching Pantheon data banks for the most prudent course of action”
“Abraxis, what is my first rule?”
“But recent encounters with these hostiles suggest that even the application of the RX-666 is not sufficient–”

“The first rule?”
“Everything burns, Master.”
“Everything burns Abraxis.”
Hulking shapes appeared on the movement scanners, three times the size of the previous enemy infantry. Even with his mind suspended in the neural connections of the walker, Caius felt their heavy footfalls. No matter. Everything burns.
“Re-load all. Concentrated fire from the Miniguns. Hold Flamethrower until half effective distance. Let them come on.”
The grey filter darkened as he saw them for the first time, hulking brutes with arms lashed to glowing blue cannons. They seemed to register his stare and paused in their thudding advance. Three of them, tri-eyed. They stopped in their tracks to regard him like a piece of meat to be devoured. Spittle dripping from un-human fangs, they charged at the walker, roaring and crushing the corpses of fallen scourge as they charged.
I am no prey-thing to be discounted so easily brutes, thought Ciaus.

“Belay previous. Full auto, let fly all, empty the tank.” He snarled.
“Let them taste the RX-666. Immolate them.”