Showing posts with label Enemy Frequency. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enemy Frequency. Show all posts

Friday, 1 December 2017

A Tale of Two Admirals - Enemy Frequency Month 1



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Month 1 Completed!


The first month of a tale of two admirals comes to a close and I'm proud to say I’ve achieved my goal. I decided to start with some of the smaller vessels in the fleet which made the task somewhat more challenging as there's a lot more to do for 5 smalls than a cruiser! Nevertheless, it's great to have another chunk of the fleet fully painted and the tale has been the first painting I've done in months.

Monday, 30 October 2017

A Tale of 2 Admirals - Enemy Frequency



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As the tale of 2 admirals begins I find myself with a lot of ships to paint. This is a blessing and curse, it's nice to have the ships to play with if needed but, it also makes progress quite challenging as a mass of unpainted ships aren't exactly a good motivator. The Tale should hopefully fix that!

Monday, 23 October 2017

Dystopian Wars - Enemy Frequency - The Russian Coalition


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'The roaring crowds, their cheers filled with pride and hope, they were never why she served, but it was impossible to deny that the men were in better spirits since the parade at St. Petersberg. It may not have been the largest ship in the fleet but there's little doubt Katyana's icebreaker had sailed proudly beside the Admiral's aging Moskva class. Though both had had the limelight stolen by Captain Alexeev's floating church, one of Markov's more fanciful creations. 


The jubilation of parade seemed distant now as Commodore Volkov strode the decks of her vessel. As she hauled open a heavy steel door, a blast of warm air rushed out to meet her and she headed towards the bridge. She took her seat in the command chair, her crew standing at attention, their faces still filled with the optimism of a tour's first month.

"At ease, we're not on parade now, eyes on your stations.

It's going to be a long winter" she sighed under her breath.'