Amid the carnage of the barracks roof Captain
Reidhammer has finally defeated
Andrean but at a cost, he is virtually out on his feet from his wounds (Captain
Reidhammer barely won and finished the combat with only one point left). After a quick meeting of the minds, the major decides to pull out and inform HQ of the situation. With only himself and one unwounded man left(
Underlong mistakenly reported that
Smithers was taken by the PRAM), the major felt he had no other option.
Underlong will assist the seriously wounded captain as they bug out, leaving only the major to protect the three of them.
Sgt
Smithers can't believe his good luck as the
beasty passes within inches but takes no notice. Not willing to risk his good fortune he decides to wait and see what happens next. (Being panicked probably saved the
sgt. as he was unable to fire on the beast. This was the PRAM controlled by Sam Shove and without his direction it moved randomly if not attacked.)
The truth is out, Ivan is a
NKVD officer sent to gain the secrets of Dragon Bones. A round of heated negotiations (and some serious threats) between Ivan and the Dragon Lady result in a mutual joining of forces. Sam is awakened, with a serious headache, his loyalty to the Dragon Lady puts thoughts of revenge to the back of his mind-for now.
Time to leave, Sam takes the lead, Ivan delays a little before he leaves the lab. Throughout he keeps an eye on his new "friends" and a hand on his pistol.
After a brutal fight, the gas blinded Igor is finally put OOA by a vicious blow to the head.
Roon finds the controls and leads the T.Rex as gentle as a lamb. Unfortunately all Dragon Bones are not as friendly as the charging brontosaurus demonstrates! The elite air troopers do not panic and open up with every weapon they have. (The Germans luck returned at the right time.
Roon scored a critical success on his roll and not only found the PRAM control but was also able to get them to work. Vs the brontosaurs, that ended up short on its charge, every shot and grenade hit. Too bad I was looking forward to some bone on bone action between the two monsters.)
Bronto down! Modern fire power(two explosive grenades and a hail of
smg, pistol and rifle bullets-plus it was already damaged by Major
Fisttrigger and the
LMG) rips prehistoric monster-at least this time.
With firelocks primed, a line of musketeers ready to give fire into the troops of King Charles in the English Civil War. 
In an attempt to create a form of uniform camaraderie, the commander of this musketeer unit has provided his men with green shirts and buff vests. Most of the rest of the equipment and clothing is at the discretion of the individual soldier. 
These are more of the old 25mm Minifig and Hinchcliffe, castings from the 1970's. 
Sea Monsters have been a part of the folklore of the sea since man first set out on the open water. Here one of the beasts has entered a harbor and panicked the locals.
These US Marines from the Mid-Late War Island Hopping Campaign are still a Work in Progress. The idea is to have them looking like a unit of grizzled veterans, rough looking with well worn equipment in the midst of the Hell of the Pacific.
I started with a dark brown base rather than my normal black. The brown should give a better mud grime feel to the olive drab.
"Halt who approaches," calls out Pitan, the marine on stern guard on the Mon Cheri. The Dragon Lady gives the pass word and readies to board. She may have lost her lab or maybe not, time will tell. Being well prepared she feels confident of the future, she has valuable skills, a brilliant mind and a full copy of PRAM plans hidden under her dress. This is only a setback, she will rebuild, oh yes, the World will soon know of and fear the Dragon Lady! 
"Be very, very quiet and we'll make it out of here," admonishes Major Fisttrigger. As the PRAM passes them by, the three survivors escape and are surprised to find a very much alive Sgt. Smithers. Together they head back to British Territory, the patrol sadly diminished. The major ponders rather the information gained was worth the heavy losses. One thing is certain, Underlong will be mentioned in dispatches for his excellent marksmanship. 
As the Imperial Air Troopers retire with their prize,Kapitän Himmelskrieger ponders his good luck, only one man lost and an invaluable new scientific breakthrough for the Kaiser. Only one problem...how the heck are they going to get this monster onto the light scout zeppelin hidden in the forest beyond the stream? 
Ivan, having regained control over the errant PRAM directs the beast towards the Mon Cheri. It will be very valuable in convincing his superiors that he was justified in blowing his cover with the Tsarist Colonel General, Count Alexi Romonav-Stifenback. Ivan knows his future will either be a promotion or firing squad, the PRAM, controls and Dragon Lady will go far in helping him avoid the latter. (In the background Zola is still manning his post on the HMG awaiting orders, unaware that he is virtually alone. The revelations that dawn will bring might be quite shocking to the young marine.) 
With the PRAM safely stowed, Ivan, Sam and the Dragon Lady climb to the bridge and ready the Mon Cheri for departure. 
Where is everyone wonders the Colonel General. Then he notices the Mon Cheri pulling out from the dock. As the reality of the situation dawns upon him his anger rises to the boiling point! Wait...does he smell smoke? 
With a shattering explosion, the lab blows apart. The slow fuse Ivan lit with his cigar earlier had finally reached its explosive conclusion. No loose ends is Ivan's motto. 
The Mon Cheri, with her priceless cargo, bids a not so fond farewell to the ruins of the Dragon Lady's lair. 
The Dragon Bones, without command controls, have the run of the base. They will attack anything that comes in sight. For now they are free and dangerous. 
An ominous figure slowly emerges from the smoke and ruins of the PRAM Lab. 
The Colonel General is beyond angry-his secret weapon system is gone as is its inventor. "Bolsheviks!" "Revenge is best served cold they say, but the pain will be hot and painful-I PROMISE!" 
A Jager light mortar fires in support the troops in the trenches in the mid years of the Great War.
These are 25mm metal, Old Glory figures.
