"Pain is the only command that never falters."
Behold the first glimpse of the Obliteration Fleet Honoured Commander.
Once a shipmistress. Now a martyr of fire and steel, chained to a cursed hull that whispers in tongues no mortal should hear. Her soul long burned away - what walks in her boots is fury wrapped in flesh, spiked and grinning. She doesn’t steer the ship. She is the ship. And every kill is a prayer to the Deity of Pain.
Her blade is warped from void storms. Her voice? A broadcast of screams, looping forever on dead frequencies.
We’re shaping her into a true terror of the stars - and this sketch is just the beginning.
Drop a comment if you’d dare serve under her command. Share the word. Like the pain.
And if you want early WIPs and the final model?
🩸 Join the cult. Patreon or MMF Tribe. You know where to find us.
Russell Blaik
2025-05-16 01:17:43 +0000 UTC