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Crimson Legion's Sturmtroopers The Crimson Legion is often imagined as little more than a horde of bloodthirsty maniacs and war-dogs, and for the most part, that judgment is fair. But when the fiercest, most relentless, and most capable among them are separated from the pack, drilled until they sweat blood, and armed with the finest weapons the Dominion can provide, the result is the Sturmtroopers. Files Included The kit contains 75 parts to assemble 2 troopers, 2 specialists, and 1 Unter miniature, with many options, including 10 different heads, an axe or sabre and 2 pistols for the Unter, and 4 optional weapons for the specialists. Scaled for 28 mm tabletop. Base not included. Ready to print. All parts have been prepared and tested for 3D printing. Description The Crimson Legion’s Sturmtroopers are called a legend not because stories are told about them, but because the Dominion does not even bother to hide the horror of their origin. They are not ordinary men, but clones and mutants, grown in underground laboratories where life is assembled from schematics, chemicals, and inventories of expendable flesh. Their armor is heavier than that of common infantry, their helmets are faceless and deaf, and their weapons seem designed for one purpose alone: to storm narrow corridors, shatter fortified lines, and tear enemies apart at point-blank range. When they take position, it feels less as though a squad has entered the battlefield and more as though the machinery of war itself has arrived, stripped of hesitation and human doubt. Their movements are exact, disciplined, almost mechanical, yet behind that precision there lingers something deeply unnatural, as though each of them carries not only an order within, but the shadow of someone who died before. Rumors surrounding them grow darker with every campaign. Some claim these shock troopers are pieced together from the remains of fallen warriors and driven through monstrous processes of enhancement, drugs, augmetics, and psycho-conditioning until nothing remains but a perfected combat algorithm. Others speak of something worse still: that the bodies of dead veterans and fallen sturmtroopers are returned to hidden laboratories so that living brains may be extracted and placed into new shells, granting a kind of hideous immortality while preserving an endless reserve of battlefield experience. There are even whispers that each sturmtrooper is initiated into the inner circle of the cult spreading through the Dominion, becoming host to a splinter of demonic essence small enough not to destroy the body, yet sufficient to scour away fear, pity, and restraint. Whatever the truth may be, one fact remains unchanged. They are professionals, the best of the best, sent wherever ordinary units would fail. They are used for the hardest assaults, the precise elimination of enemy commanders, sabotage, and the enforcement of discipline among weaker troops. They wear the strongest armor and carry weapons far beyond the reach of common soldiers, but their deadliest strength lies not in steel or caliber. It lies in a faith so absolute that it keeps them moving when the body should already be dead, and drives them onward until the order has become reality.