Ross Fisher

To be clear, I have never personally burned anyone alive. The Canon François, however...

Someone's askin for a burnin.

@Darth Bjorn I know what you mean. The curved bows don't look like they're leading to a canopy. If I had more leaves, I would really build this up. Alas, I don't. That was the idea with the walkway leading off to the right. I wanted to make this a rope bridge, but it's really hard to suspend a rope bridge from only one end...

Thanks, that's what I was going for. Definitely not because I ran out of brown slopes. No sir. Wroshyrr are so iconic for Kashyyyk that I had to build one. Unfortunately, they're also huge. The boat hull was the only thing I had that was even close to the right size. Thanks. I'm really happy with the angles. That top branch, though. The more I look at it, the more I think it should be coming out of that keel line in the bow. Oh well.

As I've mentioned, I really like how atmospheric you've managed to make this feel with a relatively small build. Great photography!

This collab has been great, kudos!

*Your entry has earned 6 XP* If Clan Eldar wanted to secure its heartland, it was clear that it would have to do so quickly. After a little bit of negotiation, the Wookies were only too happy to let us set up a listening station; monitor traffic in that quadrant. Lu'vel decided to stay and man the outpost herself. Be the official liaison between the Wookies and Clan Eldar. I must admit, I was sorry to say goodbye. We'd been through a lot together. But, I guess it made sense to her. Slavery had left its mark on her, and she was keen to protect this world from a similar fate. And maybe she found healing up there among the wroshyrr. I guess I'll never know. Lost contact with her after that. But I like to think that somewhere, in some corner of the galaxy, there's a deadly little Twi'lek guarding her scrap of planet against anyone who would dare cross it. It's a thought that makes me smile on a lonely evening.

This is getting to be quite a serious story. I like it, but I hope you can find space for some levity as well.

*Eyes T15 suspiciously* _______________ To be clear about the wording, when you say a Majority, do you mean "at least 51% of the awarded points", or just "more points than anyone else"? If its the former, it encourages us to be more tactical about which planets we target. If its the latter, then it's a free-for-all.

Hey, just a heads up, Fondor isn't in T15. It's in L13.

There must be something in the water if a Trandoshan and a Wookie are best friends! That's a rare combo. I like the forced perspective in the second build, too. The low wall is a great way to disguise the gap.

I read this in the voice of the Clone Wars episode recap guy. Great stuff! I really like your lighting on Umbara. It's really nicely done. Hard to light a black build to make it work well, but you've managed! How recently did you get that Pong Krell? One of my guys was looking at one recently, but it was purchased before he could splash out.

@Simulterious Cheers buddy.

Seconded. And those walls are amazing. Its a shame you didn't post a full-width shot.

@Simulterious Thanks!

Looks really good.

Are those torsos from the Yellow Submarine set? Nice. If you don't need the bantha jerky recipes you can throw them our way...

I live the lighting you've used in your photography. Really nice work. Kudos!

He and Fnab are going to get on like a house on fire. Fight hard in the day, party hard at night!

Hey guys, promise this is the one and only time I'll do this. Would anyone be interested in joining a Star Wars RPG? I'm leading the Mandalorian Clan over on Factions, and I'm looking for recruits: Send me a DM if you're interested.

I was worried that would be the case. Really tried to mess it up, but I think that floor particularly lets me down. Thanks, that was something I've been trying to improve recently. Didn't just want square blocks on my buildings. I'm pleased it came together so well. Thanks! I'm really proud of my writing, so I'm glad you like it.

That sucks. It sounds really cool as well. Post it in the Factions Discord WIP channel? I'm sure another Agri world will crop up soon. I like the way you're thinking about this, too.

Updated the story and added another image to reflect the fact that I have finally joined up the dots of this storyline.

*Your entry has earned 13 XP* Graff Station is a small city. Barely a pit stop for refuelling and engineering. Besides all that, their main industry is the world's famous Gizerian Ale. So, fair warning, the place stinks of brewing and unwashed spacers. The Mandalorian warrior had told me that her brother Rusty was somewhere in the city. Most likely propping up (or asleep under) a bar in the slum quarter; "dishonouring himself" in her words. Now, frankly, some of the best people I've ever met have been utterly stewed at the time, and I'd hope they would say the same about me. But I know not everyone carries it so well. And if you're not used to a heavy alcohol habit, things can go very badly wrong. So there I was, in a stinking city; looking for a drunk in a city of brewers. A Mandalorian without his armour. A man who, it seemed, so badly didn't want to be found that he'd lost himself in the bottom of a bottle. Like I said, it was a small city. Barely 10,000 souls. And yet there was a bar on every street, corner, alleyway and gutter. I had a likeness of the guy, but few people recognised him, and none knew where he was. I'd been all over town. Spent nearly two whole days looking, when I finally stumbled across just about the worst corner of that place. Cable's End is a slum much like all the others; all raw sewage and bad life choices. It backs onto one of the steepest slopes in the town, and it regularly rains refuse in the windier months. Well, in that small community, I got a lot of shifty looks. Kept my blaster prominently displayed, just so no-one got the wrong idea. And eventually, I found what I was looking for. "Joe's" barely qualifies as a hostelry. It looked suspiciously like a speakeasy that was set up in someone's front room when the city stopped bothering to send inspectors to this corner of the world. Perhaps the former residents had been shuffled off somewhere else, but no-one had bothered to change the decor. The carpet was squelchy, and the air reeked of death sticks. And there, in a corner, I found our boy; slumped over a table. Before I even bothered to approach him, I had a quick word with the barkeep and paid off his tab. Didn't want angry locals tearing us apart because of an outstanding bill. And then I went over. "Get lost," said Rusty. I just smiled. "Don't need company." This wasn't going to be easy. I guess nothing worth doing ever is. "Rusty," I said, "I know who you are. I've just paid off your cheque. Do me a courtesy and hear me out." He looked at me like a surly teenager, but he didn't kick off. "I know things aren't great right now. Believe me, I've been there myself. Couple of years ago I hit rock bottom on Nar Shadaa. I lost everything." "When the Empire crumbled?" He asked. Still sharp, then. This was going to be even harder than I thought. "Yeah, when the Empire crumbled... And yes, I know we did some pretty terrible things. But I'm a diplomat. I try to improve things for everyone; So don't begin to imagine that I'm responsible for the fall of Mandalore. If I'd been there, I would've done all I could to stop that." That, at least, seemed to molify him. Head him off before he could take personal offence to me. I sat down. "The point is," I said, with a wing and a prayer, "the Empire doesn't exist any more. All that's left are shattered remnants. They rise and they fall. "But Mandalore! Mandalore is still there. Your people still exist. Your culture endures, and you can still be a part of it." At that he looked me in the eye. "The hell would you know about my culture?" he demanded. "Your sister saved my life," I told him. "Pulled me and my friend from the burning wreckage of our shuttle. She's still fighting the good fight." "Val?" he asked. "Always was an interfering little so-and-so. S'pose she sent you here to drag me back?" "I'm not going to stop you from doing what you want," I told him. "But look around you. Is this what you want? Really? For a warrior, this looks a lot like surrender." At that, he got to his feet. Pretty sure he wanted to hit me, but his body wasn't going to obey that instinct. I caught him before he hit the floor. "Let me go," he demanded. "I can still fight." "I believe it," I said. "That's why I haven't given up and left. But I want to see you fighting at your best. Not in some dive bar in the armpit of the galaxy." He fixed me with a gimlet eye (Always wanted to use that phrase, still not sure what it means). "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?" he asked. Sensing victory near, I doubled down. "Not on your life." "Ugh, fine," he relented. "Let's go see Val." And with that, I half-carried Rusty out into the cold bright sunlight. Time to tidy him up and bring him back to his family.

I love your story so far. A long read, but worthwhile.