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He took a sip of his tea, put the cup down, took up his slender brush and, with a careful hand, began to painstakingly add specific insignia details to his latest batch of wind-up toys. They stood on the workbench in front of him. They’d been bare metal when they’d arrived from the machinist that morning in their straw-packed crates. He’d spent the day, between customers, spraying them with layers of lacquer and undercoat, and then applying the base colours: crimson and brass for bold Invicta, blue and silver for valiant Tempestus.
Nice homage to the hobbyists who make up a large part of the 40k setting's audience.
Like the vassal town borderlands that fringed the northern extremities of the Astrobleme, the Western Prospection was the home of migrants, sub-habbers, indigent crawler tribes, fugitive criminals and anyone else who had fallen, slipped, jumped or been pushed off the edge of Imperial society.
