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Every space colonizing corporation, group or private company, needs their own submersible to explore, harvest or kill the deep ocean floors from planets, moons and comets. The following three submersibles are build to represent their own faction. My own submersible for AG back then, was the Kaito Mk1 from Kawashita. I did some subtile modifications so it does not break as easily (its still not recommanded to play with it, though). Octan GUPPY かいと (Kaito) Mk1 Stealth Sub V2
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This is a discussion relating to everything regarding the Infinity War lego sets that are to debut next year along side the release of the Avengers: Infinity War movie, releasing May 4, 2018. I can confirm that the Spider-Man minifigure in the IW line will in fact be his Iron Spider variant as seen at the end of Spider-Man Homecoming. This was confirmed by Mario_Power on Instagram, he has proven to be an incredibly reliable source in the past, so I trust him.
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The 1077 class variable wing stealth fighter and spy craft, the Dragonfly, currently stationed on the planet B06, also known as Sorn
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Location: Current Temporary Office of CEO SpacerSteve A voice spoke over the intercom, "Holo Transmission for you sir. Broadcast content unknown." and promptly the voice faded out. Spacersteve turned to the central projector, awaiting yet another news agency requesting comment on Octan's Impending victory perhaps, or another report of equipment failing that he didn't have the people to fix. The transmission flickered into view in the shape of Captain Pangolinus, previously listed as MIA following his disappearance in Octan territory, but recently returned at the head of a battle fleet, which reports claim is engaged in heavy fighting. "Sir, if you are receiving this message, then I have given the order to abandon the Osiris, and for all MANTIS craft in the system to retreat. I will stay with my ship til the end, as my service life is nearing its end. I was given a drug which resulted in rapid deterioration of brain cells while in captivity, and the antidote I obtained from an octan facility bought me only two weeks more of brain function. It has been twelve days since that antidote and I feel myself fading back into an abyss. If you should have need of my starship designs in the future, they are in the care of the Morph Program. I will not explain where or how, but if you need them, you will find them. Agents Urtem and Aryna perished in the attempt to rescue me, honor them well. I regret that my return has been so brief, but my brain will not last. If the internal affairs department figured out where I came from, you may send my remains to rest there, if not I shall rest on Torresta. I wish a fond farewell to my fellow members of M.A.N.T.I.S. and especially my fellow pilots. This is Captain Pangolinus, Signing Off"
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The 1077 class variable wing stealth fighter and spy craft, the Dragonfly, currently stationed on the planet B06, also known as Sorn Delete this please, made an error with title so made a new thread
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Vehicle, Land Vehicle Job: Driver Start Log: Always great to have the backing of a well equipped maintenance team. After my last mission I returned to base, and while I awaited a new assignment, my speeder was given a thorough going over by the mechanics. Several other speeders were also being docked in the maintenance bay. (This speeder was previously used in my Desert Patrol build) See more pictures here: brickbuilt.
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship A raspy voice cut through the comm silence, jolting some of the younger pilots to attention. They'd been awaiting the arrival of someone or something for several weeks in the G03 sector of the Andromeda galaxy. However, today was the first time most squadrons had been in the same area at the same time. "This is Osiris." Crackled the voice, "Prepare" "This is Captain Pangolinus. MANTIS pilots, the time is now. Octan shall remember this day, for as long as they hold on to a claim in this galaxy, this day will live in infamy in their minds. But for the great minds of MANTIS, it will be legend!" The Osiris: Now for the other ships (In spoilers) The Quaddagger Starfighter Edition
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Location: D04, Terrial Minor Tags: Vehicle, Land Vehicle Job: Driver Start Log: Fairly standard assignment: patrol Terrial Minor and make sure Kawashita or Octan has not been completing any operations there. This new Titanium Thunder hover speeder made it fun though, man can that thing move! See more pictures here.
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Location: G03 - New California. Tags: Civil, Building. Previous chapters can be accessed through the AG player index here. Chapter 21: Old Times. Yseult looked strangely at home reclined in her seat surveying the unsightly inhabitants of the bar. The establishment wasn’t just ‘not corporate’, it was the kind of place corporates didn’t go. A few patrons had given Ellie a look up and down as they walked past, some smelling the corporate branding, others for other reasons no doubt. One look at Yseult and they had quickly and silently moved on. Her face was stern and not in the mood to tolerate anyone pushing their luck. It was the third night Yseult had come here but the first time Ellie had been allowed to come with her. The first two nights, Yseult had returned to the their room with bruises; Ellie had figured the previous nights had both ended in fighting of some kind and from the looks and whispers between the regulars, she was building the picture that Yseult had actually come out of them the better. She had asked what had happened but Yseult had just told her she was ‘making contacts’. She wanted to believe that it hadn’t just been because she liked it. They were sat in a booth and past the wall against which Yseult leaned was a holoscreen showing some broadcast or other. “In planetary news.” The presenter said. “Faulty gravimetric compensators have been blamed for the recent loss of two Octan Corporation vessels which burned up in the atmosphere recently killing two pilots. The findings are unlikely to quash rife speculation that it was caused by a firefight as tension between Octan and the increasing fleet of MANTIS ships in orbit grows. Both corporations deny that any fighting has occurred...” Yseult noticed that the news had caught Ellie’s attention and leaned round to view it herself, turning back a moment later, less interested than her colleague. She saw the look on Ellie’s face, a look of concern, guilt even. Two pilots had died and Ellie had found it very easy to wonder if they were to blame. Maybe she wouldn’t have worried so if they were on some official MANTIS mission but for some reason, this was different. They had been offered the consignment by The Forwarder: Just like old times - Yseult had thought as she checked the job sheet. To a casual viewer it looked like any other but The Forwarder had his ways of hiding the real details if you knew what to look for. She had wanted to say no at first... A new ship, a clean break. They had collected the container from an orbital holding station around Terrial Major, the problem was going to be the delivery. The growing MANTIS presence on New California had put everyone there on edge, especially the corps so she’d had to rely on her old tricks to get through. I’m not supposed to be that person anymore... It cost me everything, the small mirror in the Speedy Owl’s cabin had tried to tell her... She hadn’t listened; The job paid enough for her to not listen. And so, deactivating her transponder, she descended the Speedy Owl down the tightly monitored corridor between the Octan and MANTIS fleets. When one responded, so did the other. It had been a risk but she new what corporate types were like. Once they were close enough to each other, she became a forgotten blip on the scanners and once she passed through the ionosphere, they were too far behind to track her. Ellie noticed Yseult looking at her and stopped watching the news. She thought for a moment, pensive. “One of them had a family.” She said. “So do many others.” Yseult replied. “Do you think the things you design, you build, have never killed someone with a family?” “That’s different.” Ellie responded. “That’s for the corporation... What was this for?” Yseult sat on the question for a moment... It was clear Ellie had a belief in the corporation that she didn’t, never had and never would. She spent a moment thinking how to phrase her response... When you try to explain it to someone like Ellie, someone who believes, you have to phrase it right. “You believe in your corporation. What does your corporation believe in?... You?... Humanity?... Or the number at the bottom of the quarterly result. These corporations are trying to tear each other apart... What happens when the Galaxy is not profitable enough... eh? When you are not profitable enough. Corporations come and go; water, food, electricity... You will always need these things. You think your corporation will provide them when you are not... profitable? Silence hung in the air between them, the clinks and chatter of the busy bar a muffled dull sound that couldn’t penetrate the bubble of tension around them. Ellie’s breath wavered, her eyes fixed. She wished she had an answer, she wished she could say with confidence that Yseult was wrong. Her eyes turned stern, sharp. The bright innocence she normally showed was gone. “And what do you believe in?’ She asked, her voice short and harsh. “What will bar brawls and risking getting shot down to smuggle someone else’s contraband earn you?... Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité?” “L’eau, La nourriture, l’electricité.” Yseult replied without hesitation, her voice full of a determined realism. “In the corporations, the plates are full and the beds are comfortable; anything to make you forget that tomorrow, maybe they change their mind.” “And if Big Sal is right” Ellie proposed. “And this Upsilon is something we need to find... For all our sakes...” She looked around at the dank, grim collection of strays that had dragged themselves in from wherever they came to spend what little they had earned on forgetting how they earned it. Her gaze returned to Yseult, her eyes - daggers. “Will they help? When the time comes... Where will they be?” They both knew the answer to that... Thanks for reading. All comments welcome as usual. Luc.
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Location: Donwarr - E01 Tags: Vehicle, Land Vehicle (speeder from last week, only sidecar added, skip if not applicable) [Hannibal] - ZAAEL! If you're still on Donwarr, we need your help NOW! [Zaael] - Heading your way, John. What am I getting myself into? [Hannibal] - After freeing Callahan, we got carried away killing off MANTIS thugs and may have set off a few too many alarms. Our reinforcement will meet you in route. Don't worry, they'll have all the fire power you'll need. [Zaael] - ReinforcemenT? As in singular? I hope this is one Bad dude [Hannibal] - The baddest dude I know, Z... [Dr. Long] - Z... these fools barked up the Long tree. Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew! Pew!
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship Previously "Your shuttle has landed sir. Please embark immediately for your chosen destination." "Very well. I have no intention of ever seeing this planet's surface again" C&C welcome!
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: None Another time, another place. A final farewell. "Comm Auth Code: Alpha Rubicon Delta. Osiris Division. Get me a God Damn ship." "Who the-" *Click*
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Tags; Spaceship Location: G03 - New California The MANTIS engineers continue their innovations, this time with a heavy fighter packing numerous laser cannons and a heavy gun mounted on the under side. This model is being flown by a drone, but it accommodates a regularly built pilot, provided their helmet isn't huge. The pylons extending from the back of the ship rotate to provide greater maneuverability, as well as emitting electric pulses. The cockpit section can separate from the main engine and pylon section in order to escape or to detonate a large ion/electric pulse. Fleet Deployment is effective immediately, and Experienced combat pilot are recommended. My latest craft! C&C welcome!
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Location: H03 Kaalin Tags: Military, Spaceship Continued from here. Note to judges, The building and truck were form the previous build and should not be judged. - - - - - - - Thanks for looking. C&C appreciated.
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Location: G03 - New California. Tags: Spaceship. Previous chapters can be accessed from the AG player list here. Chapter 20: White Hawk. Racing through neutral territory high above the once secure planet of New California, two ‘White Hawk’ class defenders sped towards the approaching enemy. The MANTIS heavy fighter had been picked up early, dispatched shortly after an unidentified vessel had begun descending through the buffer between Octan and the ominously growing MANTIS presence. There was every chance it was a ruse: sending out an unmarked vessel to justify launching fighters. Without an immediate response, the enemy vessel would be in attack range of essential supply ships before they could do anything about it. Not on my watch. Thought Lynton Bryss, a wing commander in the Orbital Response Unit assigned to New California. His chain of command had launched him as an immediate precaution: MANTIS had overstepped the mark coming here, they were all over The Quarrel but while their advance had reached around to Kaalin, New California and Fractor V had stood as worlds on the edge of the abyss where the pure order of Octan had stood firm... They didn’t come here. Perhaps they didn’t need to, perhaps they didn’t dare... This is our world. “MANTIS vessel.” He said into the A-Comm. “You are in violation of Octan-controlled space. Return to your carrier or you may be fired upon...” Lynton let the threat hang, knowing full well the MANTIS ship wouldn’t back off so easily. He observed the MANTIS ship’s descending trajectory and adjusted his course. “Vex.” He said into his A-Comm on the encoded connection to his wingman. “We’re going to push out high and come down behind him. It’ll be easier to see a black MANTIS ship against the planet.” “Copy that.” Vex Obryn replied. Vashin watched the two Octan ships arc upwards towards space. In his head, he plotted out their likely intentions. Let me follow this decoy while you come up behind me. He wasn’t going to be fooled so easily. Maybe the unidentified ship wasn’t Octan but either way, following it was looking like a bad decision. “Octan vessels.” He announced over the A-Comm. “You are entering MANTIS controlled space. We are conducting protective operations. Return to your fleet and you will not be fired upon. You will not be given a second warning.” With every moment that the Octan ships remained on course his heart beat a little faster than the moment before. There had been battles before and he’d flown in them but things had changed. Fierce battles had given way to uneasy truces. You no longed launched with the clear instruction to engage and destroy. Now it was more like chess, or poker. He was closing on the unidentified ship but it was descending fast, he’d need it to hit atmo and slow in the air for him to get close enough to identify it. Behind him, the two Octan fighters were on a course directly in his trail. He’d be able to keep ahead of them until he hit atmo and then the same would happen, just with him the prey. If he was going to do something it had to be now. Whatever this vessel was, chasing it could cost him his life... He flipped his Wraith Interceptor around and engaged full throttle, arresting his descent. Octan would be on him in moments all the same, but now they’d be in space... and in his sights. “We’re gaining fast.” Vex announced. “Weapons live.” Lynton commanded. They both removed the safety mechanisms on their gunships’ rapid-fire plasma cannons and missile launchers. “Remember, we don’t fire first...” He added, trying to calm the growing tension in the tendons of his hands. “... Unless we have to.” The afterthought was born from fear. How close could you get to a MANTIS craft before they opened fire? Too close and you wouldn’t get a chance to fire back. Could he risk that? His finger lingered gently across the trigger. He breathed deeply and opened the A-Comm one more time. “MANTIS vessel.” He said into it. “This is your final warning...” The Octan ships were in range. The Wraith’s weapon system indicated missile-lock but Vashin knew better that to use them. Missiles were slower than plasma bolts and the distance was still great enough that the Octan ships would have plenty of time to use countermeasures. Just a little longer. He thought, waiting tensely for them to get close enough for a decent plasma shot. He felt sweat form on his brow... This is happening. The hand had been called... Time to show your cards. “MANTIS vessel.” The voice of one of the Octan pilots came over the A-Comm. “This is your final warning...” Now. Green bolts flashed past the canopy of Lynton’s gunship. His finger instinctively squeezed the trigger and both White Hawks were spraying the space before them with a volley of light plasma fire. They both manoeuvred, trying to roll away slightly while keeping a weapons lock. The space between the opposing ships had become a stream of red and green fire. An alarm sounded... Missile alert! All the plasma fire prevented the scanners from clearly seeing exactly where it was or where it was going. Both Octan pilots immediately rolled out of the column of crossfire. Lynton felt his heart pound against the front of his chest as he entered a high-G turn. “I’m hit!” he heard over the A-Comm. Vex! He looked to his scanner. Was his wingman down? The blip was still there and so was the... Behind him. Having hit Vex, the MANTIS ship must have pursued him. His mind raced. He rolled his craft 180 degrees and turned his attempt to pull up into a steep dive. Vashin pursued the undamaged Octan ship with vicious grit, his eyes narrow, waiting for the moment. He had hit one of them as they tried to peel away from the path of his missile, angling his Wraith Interceptor to follow the trajectory of one of them. Once he saw the flames, he spun his ship all the way round and accelerated towards the remaining vessel. He hadn’t destroyed the first one but with an engine ablaze, it was unlikely to trouble him soon and so he pursued the remaining threat. He bore down fast, the interceptor’s engines doing their job. The missile lock indicator beeped; he pushed the thumb button without hesitation. The Octan ship had turned into a dive with a hard barrel roll. Trying to out manoeuvre me. He thought. The missile curved gently down towards the gunship. Vashin took a chance and kept his altitude, turning only towards the inclination of the barrel roll. The Missile alarm blared out and an impact countdown appeared on his H.U.D. He rapidly considered his options, flicked a switch on his left joystick to launch countermeasures. A spray of bright white flares shot from the rear of Lynton’s gunship, spreading across the space behind him. The countdown continued. His navigation screen showed the missile approaching. Damn it! He realised. The barrel roll sent the flares in wide arc too far from the missiles long wide approach. None were close enough to draw it in. Unlike his MANTIS counterpart, the White Hawk wasn’t built to sit and take hits while it returns fire: spinning around to try and shoot the missile would leave him unable to control his trajectory and vulnerable. His ship was designed to be manoeuvrable, evading fire and hunting for an opening of its own. He twisted hi right flight stick the other way, halting the barrel roll. The White Hawk climbing back into space. He saw the first flash of bright green plasma shoot past him; he did not see the second as it hit his starboard engine unit and sent his ship into an uncontrollable tumble. The alarms rang, outside the window, the black of space and bright sandy orange of the planet spun rapidly in constantly changing direction. Heat, smoke... Fire! It was getting hard to breath. Was it smoke? or panic... The controls wouldn’t respond. The atmospheric alarm sounded: I’m entering the atmosphere! Everything started to go bright, he couldn’t see. Can’t eject now. He realised. He stopped fighting the controls and struggled to engage his suit’s emergency air supply. He forgot about the ship he was in, and the planet he was falling towards. He forgot about Vex and the fleet... He thought about home. The Wife that would be sent the automated message, the child that there would be no easy way to explain it to. He thought about the credits the corporation would give them, that sum that was buried somewhere in the terms and conditions... How much was it? He tried to think... It had seemed like such a large amount at the time... But now... He thought of his Wife one last time as the hull of his ship breached and what was left exploded into a rainfall of flame and wreckage. Note to judges: The MANTIS vessel has been judged previously. Thanks for reading. All comments welcome.
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Location: G03 New California Tags: Spaceship Log_M_12: The M.A.N.T.I.S. corporation has created some of their first AI spaceships. Collectively, these are officially called the Artificial Intelligence Defense Unit (A.I.D.U.). The goal of these spaceships is to provide defense and surveillance to occupied planets. Hopefully, if all goes well with these prototypes, more agents can be sent to unoccupied planets, rather than having to stay put and have surveillance duty. Artificial Intelligence Defense Unit by Andrew JN, on Flickr
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship The shipyards of M.A.N.T.I.S. are running full tilt, 24/7 constantly cranking out new designs and mass numbers of older craft. The latest design is a simple pod, built for pure speed in order to get commandos to the surface of a planet or the hull of an enemy ship. To make up for this craft's lack of weapons are strong armor, an old experimental design has been updated, given increased weaponry, and put into mass production. This design was christened the Bulletblade. The Pod The Bulletblade Testing on using Bulletblades to protect drop runs by the pods is nearly complete, and both craft will soon enter main fleet service. The bulletblade is an update of a design used in one of the challenges, so judge it as you see fit. The pod is new. C&C welcome!
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Location: Ertauq - E03 Tags: Land Vehicle, Space Vehicle, Vehicle, Civil building Extraction 1.1 Extraction 1.2 MANTIS Light Blue Grey Squadron's forward base on Ertauq. [MANTIS comm] "Fighters to your ships. Fighters to your ships. Alert. Alert. Fighters to your ships." [MANTIS Squadron Commander] "Light Blue Grey Squadron. Our spies have found the missing Octan base in the Ertauq sector. Uploading coordinates and schematics to you now... [MANTIS Squadron Commander] "Because of the large number of docked ships and limited defensive capabilities, each of you will have a designated target to..." [MANTIS pilot 1] "The hell?!? (Wilhelm Scream)" [MANTIS pilot 2] "Sir! Iceman's canopy it just... Oh God No!..." [MANTIS pilot 3] "No no no no no no..." [MANTIS pilot 4] "I can't control it sir it's..." [MANTIS pilot 5] ... [MANTIS pilot 6] ... [MANTIS pilot 7] ... [MANTIS pilot 8] ... [MANTIS pilot 9] ... [MANTIS pilot 10] ... [MANTIS Squadron Commander] "Light Blue Grey Squadron! Report! What the hell is going on back there?!?!" [MANTIS pilot 11-14] ... [MANTIS Squadron Commander] "Ertauq Base! This is Grey Squadron Commander Stone! I've lost contact with my squadron. Comms are dark. Scope is clear. No sight of hostiles..." [Hannibal] "Copy Stone. Prepare for ejection." [MANTIS Squadron Commander] "Ejection?!? Who is this? How'd you access this frequency?!? Show yourself you son of a..." [Hannibal] "I am the frequency Commander Stone. Now, it's time to join your men you marauding scum..." [Octan Traffic Control AI] "MANTIS fighter squadron, alter your vector immediately. This is Octan Traffic Control. This is a peaceful facility providing humanitarian relief to the citizens of the Ertauq sector. You have not registered a flight plan and I have deemed your presence hostile." [Hannibal] "Octan Traffic Control, this Commander John Hannibal. I am in possession of 15 MANTIS fighters and require immediate docking..." [Octan Traffic Control AI] "Former Interim-CEO John Hannibal has been dead for 133 cycles. And we are aware of the tasteless clones out there, how dare you desecrate that man. Prepare to be fired up... What! Wait, who's there? No! Stop! ... What's that smell? 01101000 01100101 01101100 01110000..." "Ahhh. That is better. Docking permission granted Extract 3, designation 'Combat Piloting.' Welcome home John."
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Location: G03 - New California. Tags: Military building, spaceship. Chapter 19: Wraith. “Command - Retina: new contact” The voice announced over the bridge A-Comm system. “Unidentified vessel bearing Zero, Nine, Zero mark Zero, Three, Eight.” Aboard the bridge of the MANTIS battlecruiser Shadowfall, Captain Aurixx looked at the central Real-Time-Navigation-Array display. “Definitely a ship?” Aurixx asked. “Yes sir.” The voice replied. “It’s in a controlled descent.” Aurixx cast his mind back to the reports detailing the MANTIS operations in the area. Damn it! He thought. The Shadowfall had been part of the MANTIS core fleet for months but had now been ordered to depart for New California to support the corporation’s new presence there. That was six days ago and the report detailing MANTIS operations had only arrived two days ago. He had digested what he could but... Whatever it was on the scanner was descending down what had become a ‘no fly zone’ between the Shadowfall and the nearest gaggle of Octan vessels. It could be Octan. He thought. Trying to gather intelligence, or push the boundary and see what happens. He needed to know what it was, and quickly. “Interceptor prepped?” he asked calmly, turning to the Deck Officer who had instinctively checked their battle readiness at the news. “Yes sir. She can be gear up in seven minutes.” “Get her out there.” Aurixx replied. “I want eyes on this thing.” “Aye sir.” The deck officer replied, turning to the Comms officer who relayed the instruction. “Bay two, this is command: Launch interceptor.” On the underside of Shadowfall, the second of its three docking bays suddenly became a flurry of activity. Personnel on the deck were disconnecting the fuel and power lines from the vessel that sat there and the maintenance cranes were retracted to the edges of the bay. In the cockpit of the vessel, Pilot Vashin Tulka quickly followed his carefully memorised pre-launch sequence. Once complete, he waited for the deck to clear and launch authorisation to be given. He steadied his breath and tried not to notice his heart beating so much. Focus, focus. A voice came over the A-Comm. “Wraith One, this is launch control. The light is green, you are clear for launch.” “Roger that launch control.” He replied. With the gravity in the bay deactivated, a minor thruster burst gently raised the Wraith class interceptor off the deck. A second burst stopped it as the bay lights flashed, indicating that the ship’s position was central to the opening. “Engaging main engines.” Vashin announced as he advanced the throttle levers and the ship surged forward out of the bay. The ship shuddered as it pushed through the atmosfield that protected the interior of the bay from the hazardous vacuum of space, signalling Vashin to begin his turn towards the target. Keeping the engines at full burn, he angled the ship, curving his trajectory away for the planet below and back up towards outer space. The Wraith class interceptor was undoubtedly quick and heavily armed. It was designed to arrive first, assess a situation and if necessary, deal as much damage as it could to the benefit of a follow-up fighter squadron. It wasn’t designed for prolonged engagement. A fact that prayed on Vishen’s mind. Shadowfall was a cruiser, not a carrier... There would be no follow-up fighter squadron. “Three minutes to target.” a voice said over the A-Comm. Vishen made some adjustment to his course to ensure he came up behind the unidentified vessel. On the edge of his scanning range, two new blips appeared, they were in a similar orbit but were approaching fast. The computer registered their ident signals... Then it hit him, He was in a heavily armed fighter heading at high speed straight towards... Octan. Thank you for reading. All comments and feedback welcome as always.
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship The Reaper, a design which spent ages in the engineering workshops of MANTIS, pursuing the perfect blend of atmospheric maneuverability and deep space range, and packing some big guns to boot, has finally emerged from an orbital factory, the location of which is classified. To make use of the new design a new squadron has been formed, drawing from MANTIS' elite pilots. Romgal Squadron was the result, and it is currently deployed in the Sector around New California. Fleet Command: Romgal leader, do not acknowledge and preserve your position. Execute scramble code Oscar-Foxtrot-Alpha. That is All. C&C Welcome!
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Location: H03 Kaalin Tags: Land vehicle, Military building Continued from here - Echo Five: I don't like it captain, it just doesn't seem right, do we work for Octan now? Captain: I hear you five, but we really need to focus on the mission. Seven, whats you analysis of the base show? Echo Seven: I'm not getting any power readings or life signs. The Base seems intact with a mining laser and multiple auto turrets. - Captain: That doesn't seem right. I have never heard of an Octan Military building. Hawk can you confirm that? - note to judges: this picture is reused from last week and should not be judged -Hawk: Stuart say that an unknown group has been performing raids on their science facilities on Kaalin. They have had to upgrade their defenses on most of the outposts on the planet. - Captain: Alright team, lets sweep this building for survivors. We can get this over with and move on. - Captain: What could have caused this. Seven: I don't know sir but I'm getting some strange readings from down there. Five: Great, it's confirmed, everyone is dead. Now can we get out of here? Captain: Five, we aren't done here but i agree that we need to wait for reinforcements before we move forward. Hawk are you seeing this? Hawk: We are seeing this, but we are also getting high Birckowski wave readings from your area. It's almost like there is a Gate anomaly in your ar..... can.. y....h.... - Captain: Hawk your breaking up. Can you hear me? Team we have lost comms. Lets get out of here. Seven: Captain behind you! - Captain: Who are you and what are you doing here? How did you even get here? Spider Agent: My name doesn't concern you, but I am from a group by the name of Spider. Captain: Are you behind all of this? Spider: Oh heavens no. I do know what did this though . It is a creature called a terramite. You may have seen one before. Octan started taking core samples over a terramite nest and woke it up. It didn't end well for them. Captain: Never heard of it. So there are no survivors? Spider: I'm afraid the personnel at this base stood little chance. MANTIS has come across one in the past but you might know it as a spitting devil, although that one was very young they still had a tough time taking it out. This one is much bigger. I need your team to help me kill it. Five: I was on that mission to kill the thing. It took out two of my squad mates. It has a thick exoskeleton. We would need heavy artillery to scratch that thing. There ain't nothin we can do to help you kill that thing. - Captain: I have to agree with him. It sounds like a suicide mission. Why would we want to help you anyway? Spider: Because my associate in the stealth suit is standing behind you with a laser sword. I wouldn't make any sudden movements. I don't want to spill any MANTIS blood un-nessissarily, but she can get a little excited. And make no mistake, you will be little more then bait in my web. Spider Assassin: Just follow me. If you do what I say you might make it out of here mostly intact. To be continued. Thanks for looking, C&C is always welcomed. More pictures under the spoiler tag.
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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship *Crackle* Fleet Command: Zircon Two come in, Zircon leader is unresponsive. Zircon Two: .... . ·----· ... -.-. ..- .-. .-. . -. - .-.. -.-- .-. . ..-. ..- . .-.. .. -. --. --··-- .-- .... .. -.-. .... .. ... .-- .... -.-- -.-- --- ..- -.-. .- -. ·----· - .-. . .- -.-. .... .... .. -- ·-·-·- Fleet Command: What the hell did you say? *Muffled* Officer: Are you talking to Zircon? Those weird as hell sentient things only speak in morse code. The can speak in other forms, since they possess a learning AI , but they choose not too. *Normal* Zircon Two: --.. .. .-. -.-. --- -. .-.. . .- -.. . .-. .. ... -... .- -.-. -.- --- -. .... .. ... ... .... .. .--. --··-- .- -. -.. -. --- .-- .. ... .- ...- .- .. .-.. .- -... .-.. . ..-. --- .-. -.-. --- -. - .- -.-. - ...- .. .- -.-. --- -- -- ... ·-·-·- Fleet Command: *Turns on translator* Umm, ok. I think. Zircon Leader we need you to execute scramble code Oscar-Foxtrot-Alpha. Zircon Leader: --.. .. .-. -.-. --- -. .-.. . .- -.. . .-. --··-- - .... .. ... .. ... ·-·-·- .-. . .--. .-. --- --. .-. .- -- -- . -.. -- -.-- ... . .-.. ..-. - --- -... . . . . . . . . . . . . . --- -. .... .. --. .... -.-- --- -.. .- -- --- --- --- --- -.. . --··-- .. .... .- ...- . .-.. .. -.- . ·-·-·- -- .- -. --··-- ... --- .-- .... .- - -. . . -.. -- . - --- -.. --- --··-- -.. .. -.. -.-- --- --- --- --- ..- ··--·· Fleet Command: What the megablocks? *Exasperated sigh* Zircon Two, you're temporarily in command, follow the code. The version of the ZipRing in the individual photo is slightly better than the one in the group shot, which has some older pieces. Read the spoilers for translations of the pilot drones! C&C welcome!
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Location: G03, New California Tags: Vehicle, Piracy, Land Vehicle, Military Job: Driver Start Log: My last mission let me use a sweet new mobile missile platform, the LR3. Not only does it carry a payload of three missiles, it also has a cab that serves as an escape hover craft. The designated target this time was an Octan sensory outpost. Job done. More pictures are available on brickbuilt. Thanks for looking
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Location: G03 New California Tags: Spaceship Log_M_11: My days in the front lines under heavy fire are over. The M.A.N.T.I.S. corporation has noticed that I am quite a good pilot, and so they have instead deployed me behind enemy lines. For this mission, they have equipped me with my own M.A.N.T.I.S. SF-1 Myotis fighter. This thing is very fast, has awesome laser cannons, is equipped with the best M.A.N.T.I.S. technology, and.... wait... is that a second cockpit!?.. Log_M_11_1: Apparently, the M.A.N.T.I.S. corporation is a little worried I would run off again if I had my own ship. Technically, I would say I never ran off in the first place. They classify "no communication for 6 months" as being AWOL. According to their rules, they could fire me, or something, but I guess they need my special skills. Anyway, they have decided that this dual cockpit fighter would be more suitable for me, and they gave me a new "partner" to work with. His name is Lynius, and I just shortened it to Lyn. Well, our mission is pretty simple, scout the area above New California and see if there are any good places for M.A.N.T.I.S. forces to land. I would much rather scout the area for enemy fighters.... but... whatever.... SF-1 Myotis by Andrew JN, on Flickr
