#hive fleet behemoth

[front-line-head-line]

Thought of the Day: Compromise is akin to treachery.

[freakazoidea]

Neuro licked her

Really really proud of how this came out

[rwlana]

psycophage painted up

[titanomancy]

Lictor? I hardly know her!

[hadrians-wall95]

The Covenant of the Omnisiah launched a counteract on hive fleet behemoth, attempting to retake a key bridge on forge world snifllick.

The rules were as follows. The center of the bridge bridge had 40 HP and was my target. the 2 red and blue swirls (kinda pictured not really) in nid deployment zone each had 20. These were my targets. Each objective lost health equal to the amount of health on it at the start of the players turn. He took some enhancements to give one of his main monsters 15 OC. The the game hinged on that creature dying, and me taking the left flank. The fjord in the river cost double movement (for charge too). But maybe I could break through, with Manipuls Hope in a Archeopter, with a Prexti guard in reverse. The battle began....

The Covenant gun lines were in position. And had one goal: clear that thing of the Bridge. They hit it, shot after shot after shot.... But couldn't wound the beast!

At the Fjord, the mother and her brood spewed forth, with the deadly screamer killer quickly ate the brave Suplerhounds, who eventually brought it down at cost of their own lives. The Rangers poured forward, taking cover, and keeping the horde at bay...

Unfortunately, The late deployment of Hope and his ranger guard to the bridge was too little, too late. The beast took and held the bridge, running out the clock with it's massive OC. Hope, with his Single surviving Vanguard, retreat with a small cadre of survivors, back to the Hanger the Houses the Archeopter. Ready to defend against the Tide ...

The next game is me trying to get my bird in the error. Stay tuned.

[mrwinter25]

Brother's Lictor 2.0

[crocodires-mini-painting]

I got some Time in at the painting desk again after work!

[wh40kartwork]

Tyranid Warrior Of Hive Fleet Behemoth

by Konstantin Void

[ryuuka-balaen]

Norn Emissaries 

[...] are immense and towering Tyranid warrior organisms that act as the express will of a Norn Queen upon a battlefield. Being the living representation of the fleet's traits and strengths, the Norn Emissary of Hive Fleet Karkinos is a behemoth of monstrous resilience that cannot be defeated with anything short of apocalyptic force.

Taking after the distinctive trait of fleet Karkinos wherein the metals on consumed planets are harvested to be utilized in alloyed carapaces, the Norn Emissary can metabolize metals it consumes on the battlefield and immediately implement them into its abnormally thick carapace...

[ethanarang]

DAILY FACT #158: Old One Eye is a Tyranid Carnifex of Hive Fleet Behemoth. It has the unusual ability to survive wounds that otherwise would have killed it. It roams planets ever since the battle of Calth in the first Tyrannic War.

[thetruearchmagos]

Swift Seas And Whirlwinds

An Excerpt: Bristling Skies [Part 1]

Hey there! I'm kicking off another little bit of work today, a long chunk of writing for a "Chapter" which I intend on including in a theoretical novelisation of SSAW. As such, I'll be splitting the release of the chapter blow-by-blow, as I right it out.

Chapters | 1 | 2 | ------

Tagging @lividdreamz @dogmomwrites @marinesocks @sanguine-arena @athenswrites @ceph-the-writing-spook @theprissythumbelina @thatndginger

Cagnan, The Republic of Nouvolouis

Though the rainy darkness of a day not yet three hours old, the small metropolis that was Cagnan Naval Airbase seemed a dormant, sleeping hive. Yet along one corner of the sprawling base, frantic activity was underway.

Capitaine de l'Aéronavale Aurele Traver was scrambling in the ready room, shrugging off his sodden civvie garb and donning his flightsuit and boots. Finally done, he reached into his locker, pulling out an item in each hand. The first was a glossy black helmet, pulled out of its canvas satched and held under his armpt. The second, was a perfectly bland brown paper bag, rather large and heavy, which the aviator handled with the greatest care as he exited the pilot accomodation block, crossed the short sheltered path, and stepped into the light of hangar.

The first time he'd stepped foot in a place like this, as but a young Aircraft's Navigator, Traver recalled being almost bowled over by the sheer, frenetic pace that the crews, chiefs, technicians and maintainers seemed to live and breath by. Now with a good six fruitful years between now and then, a great deal to him yet not much time at all compared to most of his colleagues in rank, the commanding officer of the 3rd Naval Air Patrol dodged and weaved like the best of them past the equipment carts and stray hoses dotted the hangar floor. Finally, Traver arrived underneath the great wings of the two behemoth Faucher AA 5.60s all these machines and men were there to serve, and the planes of his command; His Adelle, and his wingman's Danette.

The very man himself spotted Traver's approach, excusing himself from his preflight checklist to meet him first. Lieutenant de l'Aéronavale Edgard Merle had a sheen of sweat over his brow, short of breath amidst the crowded chaos.

"Bonjour, mon Capitaine. Thanks for finally making it on time, Reyer's already settled the Adelle's check-up. You got the Honey?"

A smile and a raised arm, paper bag in hand, was Traver's response, and it seemed the Lieutenant appreciated it. He took it in his oil-stained gloved hands, reaching into it and pulling out a pair of green glass bottles, a murky gold liquid sloshing around within. "Honey" was the aviator's name for it, a lightly intoxicating tonic as sickeningly sweet and sticky as its namesake. A pricey gift, even on a Captain's salary, but Traver knew their day's orders, and decided it would be worth the cost.

"Try not to finish the whole thing yourself, Edgard. And keep it away from Daviau, the weather's supposed to be pretty nasty until the sun rises."

Merle seemed to focused on the bottle to notice his first remark, and gave a shrug and a laugh at the second.

"Mon cher Capitaine, if you can't trust your pilots, I would think you would at least trust the Fauchers!"

"I'm serious, Edgard."

And he was. It would be hard to name a pilot who loved his birds as much as Traver, but he was nobody's fool. The Faucher may once have been a modern machine, but that time was before even his own. Traver had picked up his own Adelle fresh out of a costly rebuild, to fix its cracking wings and grinding engines, and heard that the rest of the fleet was hardly doing better. The Capitaine knew that the mighty Fauchers, the aircraft he'd built his career on, were flying on borrowed time.

At least Traver knew that he and his command would be helping give the old things a glorious goodbye.

"Take the bottle, then get ready to go. We leave in an hour, and where we're going I suggest you bring a good jacket."

[freakazoidea]

Three of them

[rwlana]

Some termagaunts painted up

[hadrians-wall95]

Techmarine Ser Octavius of the Saguine Knights prepares to lead a Trebuchet Attack Formation into the heart of Hive Fleet Behemoth.

(couldn't make it to Adepticon, so here's 2000 points for a narrative game I'm doing instead)

[catgirl-pawbs]

first model painted since around 2016!

I'm not a very good photographer so I think he looks worse in the pictures than he is but I'm proud of him! using as a test for a new colour scheme for my tyranids, is it worth keeping or should I try something else?? I do like the scheme looking almost like a splinter fleet of hive fleet behemoth with a touch of something metallic in their chitin

resippy;

carapace: khorne red base, warlock bronze drybrush, fuegan orange wash

shell: mechanicus standard grey base, ironbreaker drybrush, nuln oil wash

weapon symbiote: teclis blue base, lothern blue drybrush, drakenhof nightshade wash

[crocodires-mini-painting]

Lil close up of the Norns leg again with the current step of painting!