Over twelve months ago I started building painting and writing about a Rebel Imperial Guard army called The Lost Centurions. There’s a good 60 models and one tank in this army but I’m still refining it.
However I thought I’d share some pix of some of my favourite models in this army. I’ve also included The Lost Centurions Back story. How they came about.
As far as the models go you can see they are a mix of imperial guard and space marine. Their paint scheme is intended to look “Rebel-like” more than “traitor-like”. I believe there is a slight difference between a traitor and a rebel. Some things to look out for is the Ginger Nut guy with a fake leg made from an Ork Shoota and a skull from a sword. I was quite pleased with how it turned out. Another model, the brute with the long blonde hair has Ork arms. Well over the top but looks kind of cool hehe. My painting has become marginally better since I painted these or maybe I’ve become a little bit more patient. I might revisit and touch them up a bit later on down the track. I will post more pix when I have refined the other models and the tank. Cheers
Born into a poverty stricken family young Ramius grew up on the hard streets of moon VII. This moon was first claimed by the imperium and made into a military penal colony for traitors, political activists, heretics and cowards. However after a bloody uprising by the prisoners the moon was reborn and given a new name. Salyut (which, ironically, mean salute).
A leader was elected.
Orobas, was ruthless and bloodthirsty. Anyone not fit enough or strong enough to fight were made into slaves. Ramius’s father, Lector, was a slave. However he had once been a general in a veteran space marine company but had disobeyed a direct order to exterminate a defenceless outer rim colony. In the prison system he had grown weak and was tortured by inmates and guards.
He mated with a young maid who was favoured by Salyuts new leader.
Lector and his lover ran away from the colony into the baron wastelands and burnt forests of Salyut where they had a son, Ramius. They tried to make a home for themselves but as the years passed Lector grew weaker and weaker. He taught his son right from wrong, how to fight and how to be a man. Sadly Lector died when Ramius was only 11. Ramius and his mother returned to the colony. His mother was soon arrested and hung in the city centre. Ramius cried for a week after that but would never cry again.
At age 15 he and three other young poor boys stole a few old bolt pistols and raided a house owned by a wealthy ex-con dignitary. They stole food and jewels. Only a few days later all four boys were tracked down and arrested. Two of the boys were executed the next day to set an example.
Ramius and the other boy, Colton, were thrown into an arena and made to fight a veteran gladiator. Much to the shock but grim satisfaction of Orobas, the two youths killed the gladiator.
Orobas had the boys trained in the art of war and combat. They would fight many a battle in the arena all the time becoming better and fiercer warriors. One day Orobas held a private dinner for all his cronies and cohorts. The entertainment was to be a battle to the death between his two finest warriors. Ramius and Colton.
Ramius refused to fight and this infuriated Orobas. Orobas had Ramius chained to a post and lashed 1000 times. Then he made Ramius watch as Colton was chained to a post and was set upon by Orobas’s hell hounds. They tore poor Colton’s body apart and devoured him, bone and all.
Ramius watched silently. Vowing to destroy Orobas and all that followed him.
Ramius was thrown into a dungeon and forgotten about. In a cold dark wet cell Ramius plotted his revenge. It would be nearly 10 years in that cell before he had his chance for blood.
It came when the moon was attacked by marauding Orks. A bomb landed somewhere within the dungeon and the vibration of the explosion made a wall in Ramius’s cell partly collapse.
Ramius charged out and attacked his guard strangling him to death. He took the dead guards bolt pistol and keys and unlocked all the other prison cells. Just like years before, it was time now for another bloody uprising. Ramius lead 30 half starved and filthy prisoners and slaves out of the dungeons and into the compound of Orobas’s fort. There they found a battle between man and ork underway. Ramius and his band of desperate prisoners fought both Ork and man that day.
When the dust finally settled only Ramius and six of the other prisoners stood. Ramius didn’t stop there. Orobas was nowhere to be found. Young Ramius and his last remaining followers took to horse in search of Orobas.
They found him as he was boarding a star ship. He was deserting Salyut. As Orobas crossed the gang plank Ramius charged his horse. Bolt shots whizzed passed him fired from Oribas’s personal body guards. One bolt hit Ramius in the thigh. Another grazed the side of his face but his charge did not faulter. His horse thundered onto the gang plank and Ramius leapt onto the back of Orobas. The two men fell from the gang plank and landed hard into a pit of toxic waste. There they fought while the other prisoners finished off the body guards.
The fight between Orobas and Ramius was a desperate one. For although Orobas was much older and a coward at heart he knew he was fighting for his life. Ramius was young and hardened by his time in the dungeon but he was also malnourished and weaker than Orobas. However he was more driven and fought like a desperate and wild dog. He scratched at Otobas’s eyes, tearing one from its socket. He bit hard into Oribas’s neck tearing away a large strip of flesh. He punched and kicked and strangled Orobas until finally Orobas fell in a heap, dead. Ramius lifted the body high above his head and roared like an animal. The witnesses that day were few but they cheered and roared just as hard as Ramius.
A new era had come to Salyut. Ramius would become Leader. The men at his side that fateful day would become his generals, his advisors and the people of Salyut would become his charge. Over the next two years Ramius raised an army. He called them his centurions.
He made contact with the imperium and set a meeting with Commissar Yarrick a much feared and revered leader of the imperial guard. Yarrick, even though sympathetic to Ramius and his story could not and would not allow them sanction or permit them to join the imperium. “You and the people of Salyut come from a poor lineage. Your fathers were enemies of the emperor, traitors and cowards. Your mothers were slaves and whores. You may have a good heart but your blood is dirty and untrue to the emperor.”
Ramius fell into a crazed depression after Yarrick left that day.
Ramius, although young minded, new he was a good man. He knew his people were good people. He knew Yarricks words were unjust and harsh. For many months Ramius was a recluse. He was lost in books of war in his bedroom for months on end. No one could approach him. No one dared disturb him. His closest friends the generals did their best to temporarily govern over the people but they were growing restless.
Then one day, Ramius emerged from his quarters. His face was gaunt and sallow. He looked like he had not slept for weeks.
He smiled warmly at his comrades.
“My friends, the imperium has deserted us. We belong to no realm. We have no Emperor to devote our love and loyalty too. We are lost my friends. We are soldiers without a war. I can offer you nothing now…
If you follow me, give me your love and your loyalty. If you trust in me. I will give you something you can believe in again. I will give you hope. I will give you riches. I will give you GLORY!!!!
The gathered, devoted few roared with vigour.
Then one started to chant…
All hail Ramius.
The others joined in.
For the first time in a very long time Ramius smiled.
We are lost! Ramius cried above the chant.
We are centurions!