We are giving away this pre-release Heavy Combot resin kit for Counterblast. To enter, just join our new Counterblast Facebook Group by Feb 1st, 2017 to be eligible. The GCW Heavy Combot will be premiered at Adepticon in March, be the first to get one before then!
In September this year Bombshell Miniatures will be celebrating its fifth anniversary bringing quality miniatures to the painting and hobby community. While we launched our endeavor through Kickstarter in 2012 and continued releases through various projects over that time we are looking at shifting gears this year to bring you even more Bombshell goodness!
We have been incredibly fortunate to have such loyal, friendly, talented, and supportive fans. Whether by Kickstarter, social media, convention visits, or web store support, we hold each and every one of you in the highest regards, and it drives everything we do. Thanks go to you, and the many, many, industry colleagues who have helped us out along the way.
At times it has either been press forward or close shop as with any start-up operation. While many times we have felt the desire to throw in the towel, it kept coming back to giving the whole thing a fair chance. Although we have worked very hard to maintain what we’ve built so far, there is a shift in the market that we need to follow.
Starting this month we will be offering new releases and Combo Bundle deals each month through the web store. In the past all of you have come to expect our new releases to be offered through Kickstarter. We currently have no plans to create any Kickstarter projects for 2017! Instead, these new Babes, Sidekicks, and KritterKins will be offered directly in the webstore each month as new releases. The Combo Bundles that have proved popular on the Kickstarter projects in the past will now be available each month in a special section of the web store.
Along with new regular releases, we are working on a range of 75mm display models and 1/10 scale busts especially for the painting community. Some of these will premier at AdeptiCon, Wonderfest, and ReaperCon.
Counterblast will be getting an all new deluxe hardback rulebook in May along with twelve new models to fill out your adventuring crews. The book will be full color and jam-packed with rich background and lore about all of the species vying for control of the Outer Reaches. In the interim, new model releases will be coming monthly and rules updates will be posted to our all new Counterblast Facebook Group.
We will be returning to AdeptiCon this year and will be running Counterblast demos at the booth and the following weekend we will be at Gamer Nation Con. Wonderfest is also on the itenerary with the new Signature 75 models coming. ReaperCon is on the schedule where we plan to expand the categories of our Sponsored Awards in the Master Series Paint Open Contest. Get your entries ready for the Golden Maelee awards!
Lots of cool new things to look forward to. So – while we wrap up Babes 3 Kickstarter fulfillment be on the lookout for new and exciting things happening every month in 2017 from the Bombshell Factory!
–Patrick & Vicky
Still working on sculpts. There will be another batch to send off to mastering at the end of the month.
A few more details to do on these two and then it’s on to the Elf and Mage.
Bz-R is wrapped up in ZBrush and is ready to send off for printing.
We’ll be sending these files to Trenchworx this time. We met David and Paul at ReaperCon and were very impressed with their print quality and detail.
Valiant has already mastered the first batch of sculpts along with the parts for the Forge set.
All of these have been approved and production castings will be on the way after the holidays.
We hope you all have a great holiday season and I look forward to posting more progress for you after the fist of the year!
Beast Wishes & Season’s Greetings!
Patrick & Vicky
First One, Then Another
By Vicky Morgan-Keith
Smoke swirled about the strange HLpR bot like a heavy gray curtain, slowly retreating as the robot made its ponderous way through the dense haze. A small contingent of soldiers from the Galactic Defense Force had recently clashed with several Mekkus scout units on this tiny asteroid and the automaton had been tasked by The Doctor with investigating the aftermath. Fighting had ceased, but troops from either side of the conflict might still remain in hiding, awaiting rescue or reinforcements. If so, that presented danger to the bot and its mission. It was neither property of the GDF or a unit of the Mekkus.
The bot, designation 1ST1, was originally of the GHnT HLpR line, a popular bot series most commonly used by civilians of the Galactic Council of Worlds. 1ST1, standing as tall as an average Illyrian, still retained the arms, legs, and barrel-shaped torso characteristic of its model, but its dome hardware and programming had changed significantly since it came off the assembly line at Vallifok Botworks on Illyria so many years ago.
The faint whirring of the bot’s gyros and the soft crunch its feet made on the broken and uneven ground rang harsh and loud in the surrounding hush. 1ST1 accessed the term “disquiet”, and found the descriptive appropriate for its current situation. It made a note of it in its log while checking to assure its defense subroutines were ready for immediate access. As it performed these protective protocols, its artificial intelligence puzzled over exactly why it should wish to do so. Nothing seemed amiss. Atmospheric and environmental conditions had revealed nothing threatening. Scans had thus far proved negative. Yet the determination to maintain defensive subroutines persisted. 1ST1 didn’t question its decision, nor did it marvel at how it had come by it. 1ST1 merely acted upon it. Not that the little robot was afraid, but some students of biomechanics and AI would be willing to concede whatever energies coursed about 1ST1’s unusual circuitry might almost be akin to anxiety.
The bot clambered to the crest of a hill and paused, its optical package overlooking the battlefield stretching out before it, gathering additional information. Scans revealed combatants who were able had departed, but stealth was a priority of 1ST1’s programming for this particular mission. Extreme caution was still in order.
After transmitting a brief burst of encrypted signal back the way it had come, the robot slowly made its way down the hill. Optics and scanners carefully surveyed both mechanical and biological ruin left in the wake of the battle, sending data to 1ST1’s most unusual feature–a mass of living brain tissue encased within a clear pressurized dome mounted above its metallic torso.
The fate of the provider of its brain was of no concern to 1ST1. Whatever residual essence existing within the brain of that unfortunate individual had been lost during the procedure that bestowed the organ to 1ST1. In that regard, the bot knew its creation had been a failure. Its modifications had not achieved the desired goal, but The Doctor had learned much from the experiments performed on 1ST1. Learned enough, in fact, to successfully construct and modify 1ST1’s sibling bot, 2ND1.
A Mekkus Aggressor stirred amongst the twisted wreckage of a crashed GDF utilipod, seeking to extricate itself. A powerful blast from 1ST1’s Pulsar pistol ended its struggles. Inferior, the bot thought of the Aggressor as it briefly scanned the downed machine before continuing its search. There was a time in this unit’s early existence when that was not true, but it is now. This unit is superior to its original programming and design. The Doctor made 1ST1 better. Then The Doctor, assisted by this unit, made 2ND1 even more so. And after the accident, 1ST1 and 2ND1 made The Doctor better. 2ND1 said it would make The Doctor happy. This unit does not understand happy, only that The Doctor must be so.
A soft bleep from its scanners interrupted 1ST1’s musings. It headed to the coordinates provided by the device to investigate. As it received more information from its optics package, it increased its pace, feeling a surge of energy rush through its circuitry. It fleetingly accessed and logged the terms “excitement” and “exhilaration” as it moved forward.
Before it, lying amongst the corpses of several GDF soldiers, was a Mekkus Cybot. Three of its articulating metal legs had been blown away, leaving circuits, hydraulic lines, and casing torn and exposed. Its chassis was a laser-scored ruin, charred and pitted. But 1ST1’s scanners showed the brain it carried was still intact. A special brain capable of connecting to The Deep.
1ST1 made some setting adjustments, then continued to scan the wreckage. It would have to act quickly. The life support for the cybot’s brain had been damaged and was failing. Soon the tissue would be rendered useless as it began to suffer necrosis. That would not do. The Doctor wanted healthy psionic brain tissue. That would make The Doctor happy.
1ST1 got to work. It did not understand happy, but it would not fail.
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Neira to My Heart – Part 5
by Vicky Morgan-Keith
Sa’ruk chel’ vek take them all! Mrrowl growled to himself. He was well aware the Neiran spectators desired the spectacle to last as long as possible. However, Mrrowl knew to survive, he had to bring the Edo down swiftly. Its ability to assault his mind was formidable. There was no telling what else it could do. He didn’t know how often the creature could make its mental attack, but he knew he couldn’t allow it the opportunity to use it again. Racking his brain for a plan as he circled his opponent, he wondered how he could close with this bizarre being before it rendered him helpless or dead? He noticed its tentacles shuffling awkwardly in the sand as it turned with him, its axe held in readiness. Mrrowl smiled to himself, thinking he had his opponent at a disadvantage. He readied himself to pounce.
Unexpectedly, the Edo sprang forward with agile speed, swinging its axe around in a silver blur. As it did so, tendrils of blue-white light appeared, crackling across the weapon’s metallic surface. Mrrowl’s eyes widened as he realized the Edo’s impairment had been no more than a ruse. Once again he threw himself desperately to the side, biting back a roar of pain as the axe’s electrified edge grazed his flank, spilling blood. The powerful current coursing along its surface gave him a jolt that locked his muscles in an agonizing spasm. A collective gasp rose from the crowd and many sprang to their feet as the big Shrinaar gladiator fell heavily to the ground.
Spawnguard No Longer slowly closed with its opponent, certain of victory. It gazed about the arena, repulsed by the crowd’s wanton bloodlust. These deaths were not for sustinance, nor for protecting territory, they were merely for passing time. The frenzy for blood battered at its mind, and Spawnguard No Longer realized continuous brutal combat was to be its fate. It hesitated as it swung its axe to deliver the killing blow, allowing the felinoid to roll to a crouch. With the last of its strength it managed to block the Edo’s weapon with its metal claws. Spawnguard No Longer felt a fleeting admiration for the creature’s strength and will as they remained poised for several moments, weapons locked, shaking with the effort to shove the other back. And as they stood there, locked together in combat, Spawnguard No Longer decided it did not wish to spend the remainder of its life entertaining its captors. Instead, the Edo entered the Shrinaar’s mind a final time.
There was resistance to the intrusion, but Spawnguard No Longer brushed it aside with hardly any effort at all. It had glimpsed something of interest during its previous mental attack, a possible future among the various threads of this creature’s life woven within the fabric of The Deep. It searched among the threads until it found the one it sought, gleaming brightly within tendrils of darkness. I am Worthy to be Edo Leader, it thought and plucked the thread.
Mrrowl screamed. His hold on his enemy’s weapon faltered, and the deadly axe slid perilously close to his throat. Frustrated rage and pain flailed within his heart and mind. A roar thundered from his throat as a red haze dropped over his eyes. His dark fury lent his muscles the strength to keep death at bay for a moment more, but he knew he would not last much longer.
Suddenly the Edo was gone, tumbling back as if Mrrowl had succeeded in pushing it away. Caught off guard, the Shrinaar almost pitched forward to the ground, but managed to keep his footing. Perplexed, he shook his head, watching alien cephalopod warily. Why had it broken off its attack? Then Mrrowl realized the assault on his mind had stopped, but a presence remained. With a start, he understood it was the Edo. He sensed…amusement.
Not certain what to make of the situation, Mrrowl snarled and mirrored his opponent as it readied its weapon. The Edo was laughing at him, one of the most celebrated gladiators of Neira! The insult stung his honor. Mrrowl, forgetting his pain and shaking muscles, sprang forward ears flat, fighting claws outstretched. The Edo swung its weapon high to block, but the big Shrinaar twisted mid-leap, bringing his body in under the Edo’s guard. With all his remaining strength, Mrrowl slashed across both the Edo’s weapon-wielding tentacles with his Shre’quo’ro.
The metal fighting claws sliced through the Edo’s rubbery flesh with ease. The axe fell to the sand with a thud, the Edo’s severed stumps spraying dark violet ichor as it twisted and writhed in mute agony. Mrrowl rolled unsteadily to his feet, scooping up the alien weapon in one massive paw. With a savage roar, he brought the axe down upon the Edo’s head in a spray of blood, only vaguely aware of the electrical arcs cascading across it.
Worthy to be Edo Leader fell back against the sand. Pain overwhelmed it, but that did not matter. This Cycle was ended. It could begin anew. It could feel its life slipping away into The Deep to some unknown evolutionary fate. But before it continued on its strange unknowable journey, Worthy to be Edo Leader had one last thing it wished to do. It felt along the length of its connection with the Shrinaar’s mind.
You will aid in their downfall.
On his knees in the bloodied sand beside the stricken Edo, Mrrowl panted heavily, gulping air as dizziness and the elated thundering cries of the crowd washed over him. He blinked and stared at the strange creature when its thoughts touched his mind, enveloped in the same amusement he’d sensed before. He realized the Edo hadn’t been laughing at him, it had been laughing at something he would help transpire. He leaned over, staring into the Edo’s quadruple eyes.
“Whose defeat? What do you mean?” he asked.
Worthy to be Edo Leader’s eyes clouded over. There was no answer.
Mrrowl noticed the Edo’s axe was still clutched tightly in his paw. He stared at it uncomprehending for a moment, then staggered to his feet and raised the weapon aloft with a roar that was drowned out by the responding shouts of the once again adoring crowd.
From his seat of honor high in the balcony, Nuvos stared in amazement as the arena shook with cheers. “I’ll take him,” he told Ramosh. “And the Edo ‘s weapon as well. The arnt has earned it.”
Ramosh bowed low and made a profound gesture of respect to hide his wide grin. “Of course,” he replied. Although Ramosh had experienced momentary doubt during the combat, the gladiator had performed even better than he’d hoped. The Shrinaar would bring him a small fortune. “But friend Nuvos, you have not yet heard my price.”
Nuvos didn’t even spare his host a glance. His eyes gleamed at the thought of such a bodyguard. He gestured to a slave for more wine and sipped, continuing to stare at the Shrinaar gladiator roaring on the bloody sands.
“Name it,” he said.