Hetche Nambarrae - Thief...

The ship is silent, the engines are dead. The Transient drifts lifelessly through space, a cold and empty corpse of a ship.

Suddenly there is life; a light, a presence on board with the power to reignite the soul of the vessel.





The light burns and moves through the decks with a sentience that is not its own; only coming to a halt when it has re-established contact with its master.



'It's alright'



'There's nobody else here.'



'We're...alone.'









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A while ago I stumbled upon a secondhand 'Get Real Girls' figure from the charity shop for the wonderful price of £1.99. The figure itself was good with decent articulation but the face was err...interesting. I didn't want to faff about with decapitation in case I snapped the neck so I broke out the epoxy and resculpted her nose and most of her jaw. Alas, my facial sculpting isn't all that great yet and ended up with major flaws which, no matter how much I sanded, wouldn't go away so, to compensate I repainted her with a bit of an alien twist which thankfully masks many of the issues.

Before:



After:







Hetche is a bit of a mystery - no one is entirely sure what species she is (a hybrid perhaps?) and she certainly isn't telling if she even knows at all. She's a highly skilled thief and one of her many talents is the ability to summon and control strange electrical lifeforms which she uses to disable or investigate ships and systems before she moves in to take her pick of the cargo.

She likes shiny things, as shown by the collection of trinkets on her belt and can often be distracted from items of real value when there's a worthless but glitzy charm in the vicinity.



She can't let a potential opportunity go either so when she stumbled across the Transient in a shaky orbit around an abandoned refuelling station; deserted and with most of the systems malfunctioning or completely shot, how could she resist? After giving it a bit of a recce and deciding that there was no point in investigating further, she made to leave...just as the crew returned from scavenging supplies...

Jerran was suffering from a self inflicted hangover and Carus was not particularly amused to find that someone had broken onto her ship without permission but they both agreed that with a bit of work, she'd make an admirable addition to the crew...
















Everything you see is scratchbuilt (with the exception of the silver gadget she's holding in the next photo - that was one of her original accessories I repainted)





Apologies for the terrible writing - I can't think straight today. XD

I'm nearly finished with the Pilot too - he needs a pair of trousers and some augmented technology I think...

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