Kaptain's Log: November - Who mourns for Aeneas?

 Kaptain's Log: November - Who mourns for Aeneas? 



The stench of ozone filled the air about the landing boyz as the telyporta finished zapping them to the planets surface. It was a rougher ride than usual, with a good amount of smoke n' sparks and a lot more dead bodies. Snafu coughed out a black cloud before calling out to the Kaptain that he thought something had gone wrong.

Kurk adjusted his hair as he stepped over the remains of Ensign Wednesday Crusha and called back, "Even a grot can see dat! So what happened?"

"I got tellyporta'd to da surface too." Snafu paused to pick his nose in deep thought. "It's not supposed ta do that."

The loud sounds of heavy stomping barely preceded a large metallic humanoid in the distance heading towards them. Its bright silver surface making it a bright but obvious beacon of light as it strode towards them. Kurk seemed not to notice as he was focusing on not killing his lootenant. "So how's we getting back if yous is here and dere's no git at the tellyporta?"

"Dats a good question boss! I hadn't thought of those kind of 'fings. But I guess dat's why yer da Kaptain!"

Shining brightly, the form of a dreadnought could be made from behind it's constant aura in the sunshine. It was closing fast and it was close enough to see the details of the glyphs and seals arrayed across the beast. Still Kurk ignored its approach; Flexing his powerklaw as he imagined the fluid stride in while he crushed the lootenants skull. "Mr. Snafu... How! Do we? Get! Back to... the... SHIP!"

"I'm not da hand of gork Kaptain! I can't woop wierdboy majiks!" Snafu's argument was cut short as the silver dreadnought strode boldly up behind the group, directly behind the Kaptain. "I have brought you all here using my godlike powers, for I am the Mighty Aeneas! Centuries ago, I manipulated your species to my needs and was worshiped as a deity. It has been boring these years of late and I desire servants once more! You shall work for and worship me as in the years past, for none dare... HURK!"

Kurk suddenly lept behind him and grabbed the dreadnoughts head in the merciless grip of his powerklaw. Violently jerking his klaw side to side, they toppled over together with the force of the fall finally shearing the head free. He tore through plating. Ripped apart wires. Crumpled vents. Before finally getting to the squishy core and released a splattering punch with his klaw. "Can't yous see we're having a conversation here!"



It's time for another skill month Kaptain's log! Having a diversity of skills and techniques to apply to our models can only improve the final product, and this months theme can be considered a little intimidating to some. But I want you to brave the challenge and try your hand at non-metallic metal painting! Basically, paint a metallic surface using non metallic paints. There's lots of guides out there for help, but maybe a few goons would like to share their secret techniques to help each other out?

And just a reminder, there is a 3 day extension going on for October. You have until midnight EST on the 3rd to submit your oaths! AND!!! Oath an infinity model this month and post about it in bold so I notice and you will be put in a raffle to choose one of the quarterly prize Infinity boxes courtesy of R.S. Gumby!