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Crown Prince Akira Nakatomi, head of the Nakatomi Clan, with his banner bearer and a warrior monk

📌 This is part of the "Purple and Blood" storyline ◾️

🦅 Komnenian Dawn

19 May 2033 – Coast of Pontus, near Trapezous

Under the cover of darkness, a black inflatable boat knifed silently through the Pontic surf. The five-man strike team from Myrmidon Solutions Ltd, a mercenary outfit of quiet renown, approached the craggy shore near ancient Trapezous. One operator from the elite Amasia Avengers unit, bred for direct action, led the team. Beside him moved the ghostlike silhouette of a Trapezous Shadows unit scout, his recon gear matte and silent. The trio of Dromon Marines, hardened coastal raiders, followed in tight formation.

Their mission was precise: suppress three mobile artillery units perched inland, threatening the safe landing of the Komnenian Restoration Army. Hired by a bold Pontic prince with imperial dreams, the team’s success would crack open the coast for a wider invasion — the first real step toward reviving the ancient Komnenian dynasty.

📌 This is part of the Blackcell storyline ◾️
📌 Minifigures will be available in April's products drop in our online store

The black surf pounded Tosul’s jagged shoreline as Plantasea’s Hell Legion ODA 7 moved in. Six shadows, soaked to the bone, eyes cold behind night-vision lenses. Their target: a rotting co**se of a resort, abandoned for years, now a GLA cache across from Bahn Puor Island.

Captain Vance kicked in the rusted side door. Inside, rot and mildew clung to the crumbling stone walls. Sergeant Holt and Corporal Briggs cleared the first floor in brutal silence — the sharp crack of suppressed rifles ending the only resistance they found: two half-asleep guards who didn’t even get a chance to scream.

They moved fast. Crates cracked open under Maddox’s knife — rifles, explosives, blood money stacked in greasy bundles. Enough to light half the island on fire.

On the rooftop, Kane adjusted his scope against the salty wind. Rourke set up a perimeter, every shadow a threat. They could feel it — this was too easy.

From a collapsed stairwell, movement. More GLA rats, clutching battered AKs, scrambling like cockroaches. Vance didn’t hesitate — three clean shots, three bodies dropped into the dust.

"Load what you can. Burn the rest," Vance growled.

Maddox planted charges while Briggs dragged the last of the stolen cash into waterproof packs. No words — just the hum of violence, the mechanical rhythm of men who had done this too many times to count.

As they exfiltrated across the surf, the charges blew. The old resort coughed fire into the night sky, drowning under its own betrayal.

Hell Legion didn’t look back.

Tonight, Tosul bled for Plantasea.

📌 This MOC is from back 2020 for RPG
📌 Plantasea andTosul are fictional coutnries from this game
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🎖 BrickLabs first opened its doors on April 21st, 2021, and every year since, we’ve marked the occasion with a bang!

🍾To celebrate our Brickversary, we’re bringing out fresh, exclusive minifigure releases and launching some of our biggest sales of the year.

🎉Get ready—our anniversary event runs from April 21st through April 25th, and you won’t want to miss what we have in store!

-40% in bases
-30% in fabric products
-30% in mugs
-30% in stickers
-30% in World War 2 helmets and weapons -20% in new custom made minifigures
-20% in handpainted Medieval helmets

Knights Of Platamon Army Units and points according to contest rules

The Long Watch

The desert stretched endlessly, a wasteland of dust and rock. Between Basra and the Iranian frontier, two Ghost Fang scout-snipers and their robotic dog approached a forgotten outpost.

Lieutenant Sam “Gunner” Rourke and Ari “Hawk” Tanaka moved with practiced ease, wrapped in shemaghs, their old U.S. desert camo BDUs blending into the dust. Their M8 rifles hung low, fingers near the trigger wells. Deacon, their robotic dog, carried all their supplies—rations, ammo, extra weapons, and a comms unit.

The outpost was barely functional—a sagging tent beneath a rusted satellite antenna, with a makeshift wooden fence on two sides. Barrels of water, oil, and lubricant lined the entrance, along with a pile of tires meant for desert buggies.

A man leaned against one of the barrels, wearing a faded Apex Defense vest and a sun-beaten cowboy hat. In his hands was a notebook, not a weapon.

“You Ghost Fang?” he asked, looking up lazily.

Rourke nodded. “Contract says we can resupply.”

The man, Elias Reed, smirked. “Help yourselves inside. Got comms gear under the tent, too.”

Hawk adjusted her shemagh. “We won’t transmit unless necessary.”

“What’s the job?” Reed asked.

Rourke took a sip from his canteen. “Recon at a refinery near the border. Apex is interested. Local militia might be moving in. HQ wants intel on them.”

Reed chuckled. “Same $h1t, different day.”

Rourke had been a Marine Sniper, fighting in the Middle East, then contracting in Africa and Asia. Hawk was ex-JSDF special forces who went off-grid after Japan banned private military work. Reed had fought in Fallujah before becoming a merc, working wherever the pay was good.

No flags, no loyalty—just another mission.

Rourke tapped Deacon. The robotic dog’s optics flared red—no threats, just the endless desert. The long watch continued.

📌 This is part of the Blackcell storyline ◾️
📌 Minifigures will be available in April's products drop in our online store