RocketBoy

Beautiful! you're really nailing rockwork at this point.

This is still just great. The only C&C I've got is that the black ladder looks out of place, but besides that, wonderful design.

Fantastic sprawl. Such a bustling town, and really creative building designs with nice details. It's obvious how much work went into each and every wall and vehicle and bit of greebling. The exposed studs I'm going to treat as a stylistic thing, this thing is gonna score reeeealll well

Little hard to see, but great figbarf! Big fan of the sand blue field commander.

Lovely work! Good group photo! Feedback:

Incredible build. I wish there were more angled tiles on the struts between the body and the engines, but I get that's probably down to availability.

Shriv! My man Shriv! Shriv: A Star Wars Story please.

Yay! I'm glad. It's amazing how big a deal composition is. You get the ratios and whatever right (uh oh I don't know any actual terms) and you can get a (relatively) simple build that makes a great impression.

Fantastic Star Destroyer hangar feel. Maybe the top shot is a little cluttered. Did I inspire those sand-blue armed troopers??? 😙

I love this big bulbous guy Great design, Sim. Super pretty build.

I love the droid and it's explanation in the story. For how little time you had, the shape and composition on this build is real nice, even if the techniques are simple. 👍

Absolutely fantastic, the real stars being the Bridge and the Shuttle itself. Both of those builds are packed with insane techniques and come out looking smooth and whole and convincing. I'm a sucker for reference-book-style descriptions, and this is a great one, straight out of the "Cross-Sections" books. The graphics add a lot. I think the ground could use more tiles/wedges/rocks, but the bridge and shuttle both, on their own, are incredible builds. But also, love for that beast back there, love a beast, great beast. Great job.

Thanks again for posting! It's such a clean build. Great rockwork, great ruins, and the composition with the statue on the left, the steps leading the eye towards it, and the way dark gray wraps around the build (with the small blocks of color in the form of the rocks in the snow) comes out looking fantastic. Wonderful work.

Welcome, Thomas! Great to see you! Great character story. Those monks, always needing protection.

Gosh I still love this build. What a perfect vibe.

*Your entry has earned 7 XP* "Better poor on Aargau than rich anywhere else." Nothing more than a slogan to entice visitors. There was more money on Aargau than almost anywhere in the galaxy, and it did not make it into the hands of the poor. The fall of the Empire freed many planets from tyranny, but the civilized worlds suffered the most. Instability leads to fear, fear leads to hoarding, hoarding leads to desperation, and then there is violence, on both sides. Any hint of unrest in the undercity, and the armed guards of the city elite pulled people from their homes. Anything to quell the rumors, to stabilize the markets. The weakest in the undercity began to disappear, and their value to the planet at large dwindled into nothing. You were safer on Aargau walking around in Stormtrooper armor than hand-me-downs. The local remnant capitalized on this. Late night visits to the houses still populated, brute squads culling the lower class for conscripts. Nobody would miss them. I felt the same about the stormtroopers themselves. I have become known by the denizens of the undercity as the Shagha, Aargauese for "vengeful spirit". At the very least, they understood what I was doing. I move quickly and quietly, my years killing for Black Sun finally benefitting someone besides the Princes. A slain trooper here, a headless guard there, and a legend begins to grow. I pray it gives the people hope. I cannot truly better their lot, but I can protect them until the wind changes, I can keep them in their homes and away from the brutality of war. There is irony in my bringing brutality to their streets, instead. Only when it is useful. I know little of morality and even less of good. My methods are not perfect; I am a kind of monster. I have long known this. But there are times in the past where it has been more true, and faced with the current situation, I cannot stand by. This is all I know to do. Perhaps I can yet earn some measure of peace. - The "Shagha" PHOTOS Thanks for looking!

*Your entry has earned 5 XP* New Escrow, Level 5 of the IBC Arcology Like a monument to credits, the massive pyramid of the IBC Arcology--headquarters of the Intergalactic Banking Clan--towers over the rest of the city, reminding people where true power lies. And wherever there is true power, the Black Sun Syndicate is sure to be close by. A captain meets with a broker inside the Arcology to discuss business dealings, guaranteed to be less than legal, and involve enormous sums of money. Most would expect the Black Sun's deals to be made in dark rooms, or back alleys, but there are few displays of strength more potent for a criminal than working in the light of day, in front of the Force and everyone. If you could do that, you had true respect, true fear. Thanks for looking!

Gorgeous! I love the trails behind the airspeeders, and that frigate (or big ship) is just perfect. Real good.

I love this! So much detail and thought put into the various workings of the dock. I'm a huge fan of this kind of build, and you killed it. (Fantasy/StarWars tone mashups forever!)

I love this build, both the terrain and the ship read so well and the colors are so gooood. Welcome to the game! I'm excited you're here!

Lovely floor detail! Would the moc present nicer angled another 45°?

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*Your entry has earned 7 XP* PHOTOS Thanks for looking!

*Your entry has earned 5 XP* Previous entries in Across the Stars: I - Targonn - Severance Pay II - Targonn - Murder! III - Targonn - Diner Tables and Missed Connections IV - Garel - The Manifest V - Yavin IV - The Temple Job VI - Mustafar - Submission and Death VII - Ossus - The Planet of Ghosts VIII - Dagobah - The Magic Tree IX - Mustafar - The House in the Ash Forest Next Entry: XI - Korriban - The Tomb World STORY On board the ILC Rigorous, Cell Block 3 Eefo stared at the durasteel wall, her vision dim. She sat on her knees, her dirt-stained Searcher robes a constant reminder of Ossus. The deaths of her mentor and her comrades rang in her mind, killed by Imperial weapons as they sat defeated in the alloy dust. Eefo had been an Imperial spy herself, months ago. She couldn't get this fact out of her head, try as she might. Her past had no effect on what had happened: it hadn't been her fault they had come, and there was nothing she could have done to save Abay and the others. But the constant ache in her gut didn't care. They had kept her drugged since she’d been dragged on board. Truth-serum, administered by a floating black ball of a droid that stuck her in the arm with a needle. Lt. Syfot--a vicious creature, turned mad by the jungle before being given back his uniform--had barked questions at her about Balaam's Heart, but she had no answers: Balaam's writings were safely away with Nathan and Ozz. She knew nothing of their plans or where they were going, and as soon as Syfot realized this she had been left alone. It had now been days since she had seen anyone. Nothing but gray walls at which to stare. The door behind her slid open. A stormtrooper stepped inside. “Get up. Come on,” it demanded. She was groggy from the serums and Syfot's beatings. Another trooper entered, and the two had to drag her to her feet and carry her out into the halls. They left her in a different gray-walled room, but this one had a window that looked out onto the blackness of space. It was at least something new. Eefo sat and contemplated its vastness through the fog in her mind. She felt a dim sense of gratitude to finally see something unmanufactured again. Billions of twinkling stars burning a billion miles away. Life-sustaining, life-ending. When Abay was in his prime, before Ossus drove him mad and Syfot shot him minutes after they got him back, he had a lot to say about stars. He had always had a lot to say about everything. She already missed him. After an unknown period of time, the door slid open again. A single person walked inside and the door closed behind them. Eefo didn’t bother turning to look. “Hey, you're Eefo, right?” a woman said. “My name is Mayla.” Eefo’s words came out bitter and slurred. “Perfection. Are you here to…court martial me for desertion? Pah…the Empire is in shambles. You’re all a—a farce.” A bout of coughing interrupted her tirade. Mayla stepped towards her slowly. Her voice was gentle, her tone careful. “No, Eefo. I’m--” she stopped, looked around warily, and dropped her voice to a whisper. “I’m like you. A spy who's had enough of the Empire. I’m here to get you out.” Finally, Eefo felt her senses return. She turned to look at the girl, eyes wide, but was shushed before she could exclaim. The young woman called Mayla looked serious. Afraid, but confident. Sturdy. Trustworthy. She spoke quickly and quietly. “It’s going to be deadly for us both if you don’t listen to exactly what I say, and follow it to the letter. You understand?” Eefo did. She squinted at the small woman. “Why should I trust you?” “You met Nathan, didn’t you?” “The boy?" scoffed the Rodian. "How do you know the boy?” “Well, that's a long story," she said, suddenly looking self-conscious. "I think I’m why he was on Ossus in the first place. I tried to help him. Well, I tried to make it easier for him to help me.” She shook her head, cutting herself short. “This isn’t important right now. Some things are happening. It’s only a matter of time before Syfot or his ghoul decide I’m a loose end. Those stormtroopers could turn on me any second, so it’s time for me to fly the coop. I thought you would want to join me.” “You were correct,” said Eefo, watching the girl with a new curiosity. She rose to her feet, helped by Mayla as she stumbled, but her head began to clear as she once again felt a sense of purpose. The two former Imperial spies collected themselves, gathering their strength for what they were about to do. Eefo wished she had a weapon, but if it came to it, she knew something of hand-to-hand combat. Van Konn had taught her. Van Konn was dead. She banished the thought. “I will follow you," she said firmly. "What must we do, girl?” “We—“ Mayla was cut off by the swishing of the door. Two troopers emerged, their carbines cradled and ready to shoot. “Stop right there!” one commanded. “You’re subject for execution, for treason against the Empire!” Mayla grimaced. “I did say ‘any second.’” With practiced quickness, she slipped her hold-out blaster from its spot on her thigh and fired twice. The room flashed with red light, the troopers dropped heavily and clattered to the floor. Mayla cried out; she had been hit. She grabbed her arm where the blaster burn smoked. “Your arm!” Eefo scowled. “I’ll be okay,” Mayla insisted through grit teeth. “I’m getting you out of here, don’t worry.” Despite her obvious shock, Eefo scrambled for one of the troopers’ weapons. She turned back to her co-escapee. “Where must we go?” Mayla, hand shaking, pointed with the muzzle of her blaster. “To the hangar, that way.” She looked out into the corridor; a technician was racing down the hall. In moments, the alarm would blare throughout the Rigorous, and a swarm of stormtroopers would come for them. “I know the way,” Eefo told her. “I'll go first, watch behind us. Come on!” ________________________________________________ This is a sort of interlude, but the next full part is coming. (Edit: Next Entry: XI - Korriban - The Tomb World) Thanks for looking!

Great stuff! Love all the story shots and the work you put into the plot. Great techniques on the builds themselves too, those walls have great texture. Welcome to Factions! Glad you're here!