Kai NRG

Very MANTIS style mech, great work on the shape! Nice touch with the lasers!

Neat mech! Like Danny says, it's great how bulking it looks!

Really like that chair! The hospital room is well done too!

Tags are in the works, so be patient fellas!

Location: E09 Tags: Vehicle, Airplane... well, sorta. Well, after that traumatic experience at the camera fixer's shop, a relaxing day of hang gliding is just the thing for me! Couldn't find a better way to celebrate my promotion, either! You know, this vacation thing is pretty good. I think I'm gonna have to keep it up. Next week we should probably... hmm... yep, that's it! I'll go surfing! So, a bit of a quickie from me today - I've been working on a surf related build and just didn't feel like rushing it so I popped this one out instead. But you should see the surf one next week, hopefully! C&C welcome!

Well, keep in mind that my allegiance with Ulandus is really nothing serious. I guess I'm sort of their main representative but with no offence meant to the good ol' First Centurion I'd be ready to get rid of him at the drop of a hat - oh, wait, the DK already did that for me . Ageven would probably try to get the island recognized as part of Kali but other than that, there's no reason for it to keep it's own political structure as far as I'm concerned. Ageven is aware that there was some fighting in Qarkyr but unfortunately the messenger that was dispatched to tell him of the outcome was caught en route so he is not up-to-date on the current status. Code for: I have no idea what's going on in Qarkyr, I've totally forgotten. Nor do I know what will happen in the future with regard to it remaining or becoming part of the DK holdings.

Great first AG build Gunman, the lava is eyecatching and nice use of color on the facilities! Lots of activity going on too!

Of course... in the short run. Thanks! Thanks Robin! I thought about going for some dark brown in there, but in the end I decided to go for a cleaner look. Since this is the first graduatee, presumably the room hasn't been used much. Thanks SK! Thank you! It's always fun to incorporate other sigfigs!

Really like the Octan colored road! The wacky landscape is really neat too!

Okay, I just kinda thought there might be an overall winner. That's fine though.

Of course, and I didn't mean to say that that was the case; just an illustration of a possible scenario in which the winner would be from a different faction than the winning faction. Obviously whether that happens or not is up to the judges and in this case they evidently thought that as a group U beat the DK, but as individuals, a DK entry was best in each case.

@Lord Dan, because it could look like this: Masseditor has one really awesome entry for the DK, but that's the only DK entry. On the other hand, Ulandus has 7 mediocre entries. None of them can beat ME one on one, but of course, all of them together outweigh the DK influence. Anything else would be very obviously unfair. @MKJ, see my answer above. Congrats to the Category A, B, and D winners! No winner for Category C?!? You mean I might as well as not have built?!

The Worthless Steering Wheel by Isaiah D. (not me) It all began with the rascally Horse Guards. Yes, I do declare, though I be one of them, the Intergalactic Horse Guards are always getting in the way of those trying to make an honest living. Well, as I said, it all started off when the Horse Guards came marching into town, spacesuits a-glittering, freeze rays and helmets shining in the morning light. I might as well say at once that I am, or was, at any rate, the master and owner of a decent size pawn shop – which some have most basely insinuated to consist entirely of stolen goods – in the recesses of the dark and narrow streets of Yavario. As a matter of course, it was not long until the newcomers, having finished their illustrious parade, began to look around for souvenirs and the like, and my entrepreneurial enterprise was not behind in serving its customers. After I had outrageously ripped off two or three Horse Guards, in marched their captain, demanding what sort of things were to be found there. “I’ll say, sir,” I replied with a superb semblance of profound respect, “there isn’t much you can’t find in this my shop. Do these rock-shower shielding umbrellas interest you? Or maybe these gold detecting leather boots which-” “Playing dumb, master thief?” he asked, leaping onto the table and grabbing my collar, “you know I want that steering wheel you stole off my spaceship last week while I was parked on the third moon of Satudzu...” “The moon of Sa-what-su?” I queried. “Well, I’ll tell you what. I don’t have it but I could get it for... seven hundred?” “Very funny. I'll tell you what. Get me that steering wheel before tomorrow or else,” and he uttered a shrill whistle which instantly brought in two or three Horse Guards. “Come on,” I replied, “there’s got to be some sort of deal we can work out here.” Before I could finish my proposal, a loud and shrill half meow half Indian war-hoop rang out. The faces of the Horse Guards and their captain blanched and they began to fumble with their weapons. “El Gatto!” the captain whispered in a terror stricken undertone. “I only hope he hasn’t come for that steering wheel.” I leaped up and clicked the button on the wall which opened a hidden safe, from which I pulled out the steering wheel. “Well,” I declared, “two thousand now or forever hold your vehicle steering wheel-less.” “Wait a second,” replied the astonished captain, “didn’t you say seven hundred a minute ago?” El Gatto strode into the shop. His eyes scanned the Horse Guards and their captain, and then rested on the steering wheel in my hands. “Neat looking steerin' whel,” he yowled, “I could one o' those about now.” He winked at the captain, and began to walk towards me, while the Horse Guards could do nothing but gaze on in horror. I, however, was too fast for him. Pressing a button in the side of the wall, my five wheeled double motorcycle flew out and I leapt onto it with the steering wheel in my hand, while I crashed through the door of my shop. But this time, El Gatto was quicker than I, and he snatched it out of my hand and tore off in the other direction. I turned back to the confounded Horse Guards. "Hey," their captain called to me, "I say, if you would agree to return me my steering wheel, I'll give you in the mean time the full power of a Horse Guard." "A Horse Guard colonel?" I inquired. "I was thinking more like a private," he replied, ''but I could change that to a lieutenant." "A Colonel." I responded. "Captain?" "Colonel." "Senior captain?" "Senior Marshall." "Deal. Oh, wait a second, did you just say Marshall?" "A deal's a deal. And, I better be going." And with a wink I drove off after the thieving Gatto. I sped along the direction he had gone, thinking about that steering wheel. To tell the truth, I had no idea that it was at all important when I had borrowed it, but had had some sort off feeling in my gut telling me it would be a good idea. And now, voila! I had suddenly become a Horse Guard senior Marshall, and was chasing the notorious Gatto for a steering wheel which in all probability contained some secret of tremendous import. However, all too soon I came to the great divide - the place the road split in two, where, I knew, it would not come back together until I had rounded the entire planet. Had he gone left, or right - that was the question. So much depended on my taking the correct turn - the sweat began to pour down my face, and I slowly skidded to a halt at the juncture. The sign pointed to the left, but, for that matter, it always did. That pointed to the fact that El Gatto had gone to the right, for he would naturally suppose I would go the other way. However, being the notorious villain he is, he would clearly know that I knew his game and would go to the right, and would therefore take the left himself. But I had noted as he escaped that he was driving a Honda - a Japanese car. He would therefore have obviously taken the right, as the Japanese cars disdain following signs. The fact is, I was so entirely mixed up in my thoughts and impressed with the gravity of the situation, that I failed to notice the loud honking behind me, and the voice of El Gatto as he yowled out, "I don't have all day, ya know! Go one way or to'der already!" The ultimate decision was before me, but I had made my choice, and was sure it was a wise one. I sped off to the right... and El Gatto, behind me, went to the left. Nevertheless, before he had gone far I saw his car across the divide and discovered, to my horror, that I had taken the wrong path. There was now no help for it - so I hit the gas and punched the transform button, changing my motorcycle into- a submarine?! I hit it again. It was now a boat. "Come on, come on!" There, I flew over the divide, barely missing being dashed to pieces against the wall on the opposite side. El Gatto was in my sights. I hit the missile launcher - and blew his car to smithereens. Unfortunately, however, just before it departed to kingdoms come, El Gatto flipped on the autopilot, and dashed out with the steering wheel. I turned on the disguise mode and changed the plane into a tractor. "Need a lift, sir?" I inquired. He looked at me suspiciously, and muttered under his breath, "everyone here looks so similar, it is impossible to find out who is who." Then, in a louder tone, "Alrighty bumpkin.'' At this I was highly offended, but wisely concealed it for the time. ''Where are we headed?" the Gatto demanded. I hit the autopilot, turned on the taser beams across the doors, and replied calmly, ''to the Horse Guard barracks, of course. That is, you are going there, I shall borrow this steering wheel from you and say goodbye." And with a wink I jumped out the back door with a parachute on, forgetting in the excitement that I was in a tractor with taser beams crossing the doors. Well, it didn’t feel very good. But I had the steering wheel. At that second the Intergalactic Horse Guard captain's spaceship - he had been trying to catch up all this time - zipped over me, and I grasped the exhaust pipe as it passed and flipped myself up into the passenger's seat. I noticed just then that we were in the same ship I had taken the steering wheel from in the first place, and that we were about to crash into the tractor. I slammed the wheel into place and swerved just in time to miss it - and instead smashed the ship to pieces on a tree next to the road. "Thanks!" declared the captain, "that was close." I'm afraid all that was left of the wreck was the steering wheel. "So," I queried, full of expectancy, "the deal is still on. Three thousand for it?" The captain looked pensive. "Sounds like a good deal, but all my money was in the ship you just smashed. I've got a great deal for you though - you may keep it yourself." Epilogue: So, instead of the three thousand I was hoping for, I ended up instead with a worthless steering wheel - you will remember that the ship it once drove was destroyed by the tree - and a senior Marshall's position in the Intergalactic Horse Guards. To this day, however, they have done nothing worthy of notice. The Build: Overview: I built this MOC specifically for the above story. Had a lot of fun with all the little gimmicks (cluttered shops are so my thing!) and I hope you enjoyed it! If you read the story, thank you! And even if not, thanks for looking! Constructive criticism and comments are always appreciated!

Thanks goatman! I wasn't super happy with the integration of those rafters but I do like incorporating them where possible! Thank you!

50 credits to Bob please!

Thanks guys for all the comments! Thanks! Yes, those are tiles. The lines are caused by the slight indent at the bottom of each tile (made to facilitate removal) and they're connected more or less as tightly as possible - though there was a little offset at the end due to brick math. No, like Faladrin said, they're tiles. Thanks! As long as I'm around there will be!

Below is a transcript of Ageven's speech on the occasion: “Fellow Kaliphlinians! Our country has been decimated. War has torn its lands and harried its people. The Desert King has hit hard with his merciless fist. The only hope of survival seems to lie in quiet submission. Many act as if resistance would be suicidal. “Are you a brave people? Or will you sit in your cushioned ivory palaces in Petraea and watch your liberties be swept away and only a few meager handouts be given you in return? Will you shut yourselves up in your narrow castles and ignore the pleas of your few countrymen who continue to hold out for freedom? Will you bury your heads in the remotest sands and congratulate yourself that whoever else falls, you are safe? You are not safe! I tell you, you are not safe! The tyrant pretends amnesty, he offers bribes, he whispers sweet promises. He only wishes to rout out a few pestilent trouble makers – then a glorious reign will be ushered in under which prosperity will flood – what? Whom? Not the average person, not the hard working merchants, not the careful barons – the beggarly flatterers, the court gossips, those who know how to further their own interests by smoothly buttering up the disentombed mummy that pretends to lead us! “And for the rest of us? What is left? A land ruined, a country shattered, a world that is falling apart. The worst brutally push their way to the top, and we – are we willing to stand by and see a corrupt monarchy lord it over us and our children? “Does it matter if we are willing? Is not hope gone? Are not things so far advanced that there is no possibility of stemming the tide? “Fellow Kaliphlinians, so far I have come with a message of despair. Now I point to our only terrestrial hope! Stand up, brave men of the south! Stand up, you barons that for so long have held onto your right to govern yourselves in lawful council! Stand up, you merchants to whom the right to traffic freely is literally food and drink! Stand up, Kaliphlinians all! “Let not party names distract us. The land of the south is one. If we do not hang together, be assured we shall all hang separately. Ulandian or High Councillors, we fall or stand – as Kaliphlinians!” A roar of applause followed the outburst, and then Ageven cried out, “Sultan’s Gate must be sacked!” Note that the highly political tone is reflective of Ageven’s in character sentiments. I personally, of course, know that the nominal rule of the DK in Kaliphlin is irrelevant… at least, more or less, except in so far as it attracts/repulses members. Had fun getting a few good quotes in there. Finally got around to building this! I believe it's the first time I used that floor technique - quite tile intensive but it looks pretty good! Thanks for checking the MOC out!

Another neat lab from you - really like the brick-built solar panels on top! The interior is great too - as always!

Really like the articulation you've got going here, and the front section especially has some great shaping! Nice touch with the gun on the back too!

Thank you! Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! Thanks Graham! I'm starting to like that technique! Yes, I'm not quite sure why I didn't throw some trans bricks in there, just sort of slipped my mind I guess! Thanks! Had some fun with that part! Thanks!

Thanks! I made a point of introducing some variety! Thanks SK!

Very nice build, great color combination!

Location: E09 Tags: Civil, Building Hi there! I've been recommended for a camera fix. You got a broken camera? No problem! I can handle that! Great! How long will it take? Well... what exactly seems to be the problem? It's hard to tell exactly, but the thing is, I dropped it in a lava fall and then a coworker dropped it into a geyser after fishing it out of the lava and then while I was getting it back out of the geyser it sorta flew up into the air with me and we landed kinda hard, so what with the one thing and the other thing... I think it might have some problems. Um... okay. So... well... we could try to fix that... or, you know, it might just be better to get a new camera? What d'ya think? Hmm... Yeah, I think I might just get a new one. You know, that's what I'd do too! Okay, well, see ya! Have a great day! Come back any time! The empty shop: C&C welcome! I think this is the first time I've done the inside of a workshop like this, it was pretty fun!

Very nice interior! The outsides of the swivel pieces are a great touch and all your little drones and such are really neat!

Thanks Graham! Thank you! Thanks!