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On Farmolis's Famous Octan Olympic Arena, where all the best and brightest athletes have come to train! Including none other than Dr. Danielle Long, who was surprised to wake up to a holo-mail from CEO Pombe, requesting her presence at the games... on penalty of forfeiture of shares... Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "Alright! Wonderful job in the Mech wrestling contest, but you've still got one category left to enter! Track and Field." Dr. Long: "Oh joy. By the way, I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I'm Dr. Danielle Long." Emily: "Emily DuPont, Special Forces, at your service." Dr. Long: "A pleasure. And... thank you for... back on Onix." Emily: "Just doing my job, mam." Dr. Long: "I appreciate it. Speaking of... what are you doing here?... and where's Engineer?" Emily:"This is track and field! You don't need an engineer, you need a coach!" Dr. Long: "Aiya!" Emily: "Alright, so, I know you're no athlete, so let's do this like science and throw stuff at the wall to see what sticks!" Dr. Long: "That's not how science works." Emily: "I'm not a scientist." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "Run!" Several hours later..... Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "your best was 20 minutes... for a mile... maybe Running's not your thing." Dr. Long: "I have never experienced such agonizing physical pain in my life." Emily: "No pain, no gain!" Dr. Long: "ouch..." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: you want me to swim in that?..." Emily: "Yes." Dr. Long: "I am a scientist. I have a dual degree in Experimental Physics, and Xenobiology. I studied the water systems of Farmolis when we first arrived in Andromeda. This research comprises the first two chapters of one of my books. I know what is in this water." Emily: "And?" Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I'm NOT swimming in it." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "Alright, scientist! Let's see how you are with Animals! Ever rode a horse before?" Dr. Long: "So... this is a horse. It's a lot bigger in person than I thought it would be from the holographic replications I've seen." Emily: "I'll take that as a no." Dr. Long: "How does it work?..." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "OoOoh no!" Emily: "Maybe we should try something else... You've improved your running time, at least!" Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "You know what?... maybe Fencing is not a great idea either." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "oh! I know! Have you ever fired a gun?!" Dr. Long: "yes." Emily: "You any good?" Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "Damn, Danielle..." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "You should have told me you were an ace shot. How did you keep your hands so steady?" Dr. Long: "Years of pipetting, I suppose." Emily: "Do you shoot often?" Dr. Long: "No. I took a class a few years ago in preparation for the frontier." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Emily: "So you're just a natural good shot?" Dr. Long: "No. I practiced every night for hours, forgoing sleep, in order to prepare for my final exams. I graduated top of my shooting class, not because of talent, but because I worked my ass off to perform better than everyone else. And I did." Emily: "Coldblooded. I like you." Dr. Long: "Likewise." To be graded: Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Sector: H06 Tags: Civil structure Previously... A Heavy Load by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr A Heavy Load by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr A Heavy Load by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Civil Building, Science Planet: Fractor V (aboard the Axle, in orbit) Notes: This isn't really part of "The Invasive Species." Think of it as an interlude so that you all can finally use the bathroom after 4 weeks. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Finale) "Log date 704, this is Dr. Danielle Long, recording from the O.C.S. Axle, in orbit Fractor V, where I am reassigning the function of some underused Troop carriers. Our orbital factories have been churning them out since MANTIS's last treaty violation, but since we've returned to less overt aggression, I've been able to borrow a few. I've been informed that MANTIS is dealing with some kind of spider infestation, of late, and they can hardly muster an offensive, at the moment. I'm not one to underestimate an enemy, though. As they say, walk quietly, but carry a blaster. The situation on Onix is progressing well. We've released Ba'al Ba'al back into the Gongen Empire, where she is reestablishing communications with her previous allies. Octan has brokered a treaty between Ba'al Ba'al and her revolutionaries and the Nan-Nan tribe. Once I return with our drone peacekeeping force, we may finally be able to reason with the Oni-Ren." Later.... "Status update. Ship transfer complete. The Axle's Hangars are full. I now will retire to the exercise chambers of the Axle to perform my required physical therapy treatment.... And considering recent events... Well... You never can be too safe, can you? Hmm. Why am I asking my logbook expository questions like this. Anyways, Dr. Long out." Axle Exercise Chamber G+ Room 5 Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I'm no proponent of violence as a means to resolve conflict." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "It's costly. Barbaric. Senseless." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "If only the Oni-Ren Queen could understand this. If only she listened to logic." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "She's forcing my hand now... refusing our generous offer... We've tried the carrot... And as much as I don't like it, we'll need to try the stick." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "With our peacekeepers, we can ensure minimal losses during the transition... But times of unrest are inherently unsafe... I need to make sure that this still works, for my own protection... Shame it never made it to development... Octan didn't see the utility, nor demand for such a product as the Chekhov's Gauntlet... But the prototype fits me like a... well, like a glove." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I have confidence that with collaboration and logical discourse, we can end the suffering of the poor plague-ridden people of Onix... We simply have to remove one particularly stubborn obstacle." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr *ZZZZ* *Thunk* Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Ouch. I... I'm glad I chose against the higher setting..." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr INTERCOM: "Is everything alright in there? What happened?" "Just a slight weapons malfunction... But everything's fine right now." INTERCOM: "We're sending a technician in there." "Very well. I insist that we follow proper procedure after all. The door is unlocked." Power Play by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Hmm. This thing sure does pack a punch. I'd hate to be on the receiving end of such might. Fortunately, the glove is on my hand. ____________________________________________________ Next week, "The Invasive Species" begins its climactic series with "And Clouds of White." As always, comments, critiques, and criticism is appreciated. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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"And a Meeting with Dr. Long." The Invasive Species: Part 3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Finale) Tags: Vehicle (Micro Chauve-Souris Blanche), Civil Building, Science Planet: Onix, G10 This is a long one. Sorry in advance. An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Log Date 686, This is Dr. Danielle Long, recording from my Touch-Down Office in the Virology department of Cerebus Station, Onix. Thanks to the added help from the Axle's forces (and a galaxy-renowned geneticist recruited by our CEO) Dr. Martenz's efforts manufacturing a vaccine for the Oni-Ren disease Black-Eye have been accelerated exponentially. We've worked days and night on this project... figuratively and literally. The planet's rotation around its sun is quick compared to Earth's or Farmolis's.... We have arrived at a final product that is 99.8% successful in producing near-immediate positive immune response in Oni-Shu test subjects. Today, we inoculate our first Oni-Ren test subject. Ba'al Ba'al Jinks has volunteered for the honour. I expect results by the end of the day." Later An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Martenz: "Danielle, we've done it." Dr. Long: "Has our specimen already begun to demonstrate immunity?" Dr. Martenz: "Yes. Yes it has... I mean, she has. Ba'al Ba'al has." Dr. Long: "Go on?" Dr. Martenz: "Well, thanks to the miraculously quick immune responses demonstrated by much of this planet's multi-cellular life, we can confirm that Ba'al Ba'al is immune to the Black-Eye virus." Dr. Long: "Excellent." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Martenz: "I present to you... the future." Dr. Long: "No need to be dramatic, Dr. Martenz, it's a vaccine, not the Fountain of Youth. Ba'al Ba'al. how do you feel?" Ba'al Ba'al Jinks: "Messa be thinkin' youssa hoomans be havin' a sayin' for dis. Oh, yeah! 'ain't no fleas on messa!" Dr. Long: "How apropos. Well done. Dr. Martenz. how long before we can conduct a larger operation? Are there any other natives willing to work with us? To prove to the Queen of the Gongen Empire that the Vaccine works?" Dr. Martenz: "As a matter of fact, there is a tribe of Oni-Ren willing to deal with us. The Nan-Nan tribe just south of the empire, on who's land we currently reside, have been eagerly awaiting the vaccine. They are a small band of people, who's population has been devastated by the plague. They are a mercantile people, and more likely than not introduced the infection to the Empire themselves, but that's neither here nor there. We will begin the outreach stage of the Vaccine productions later this week." Dr. Long: "You will start now. Take as many men as you need. I want results, not more delays." Dr. Martenz: "Um... OK, yes. We will begin today. I'll send a representative to the Chieftan post-haste." Dr. Long: "Excellent. There is much work to be done yet, but we've made great progress. I have arranged a meeting with Queen Bawa San. I need all the pieces in place before then to ensure her compliance. I have other business to attend now. Good work. Touch back with me later when the process is in motion." Later. An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Jebediah O'Reilly: "Dr. Long." Dr. Long: "Mr. O'Reilly." Jebediah: "You rang?" An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "I did. I called for your assistance because we're facing a recalcitrant and dogmatic adversary. We have developed a functional vaccine for the Oni-Ren's Black-Eye plague, but yet I cannot be sure that the Oni-Ren Queen will acquiesce to our attempts to aid them. She is letting her people die by not allowing us to assist, and I have reason to believe her ignorant belief system will persist even when I present her with hard evidence of our vaccine's efficacy." Jebediah: "And what can I do about that? Do you want me to kill her?" Dr. Long: "No. Lord Business no... Think about PR! No... But I want you to do a little digging. Dig up some dirt on the empire if you can. I want to know about anything from minority oppression, to technological suppression. I want to know how the people are treated, both within and without the empire. I want to know who supports the Queen and why... And I would like to know as soon as possible." Jebediah: "That sounds doable. And what do you expect to accomplish with this information?" Dr. Long: "Knowledge is power, Mr. O'Reilly. And another issue as well. Dr. Martenz has taken a local under his wing. Ba'al Ba'al Jinks. I'd like to know more about her. She was an exiled political dissident. I want to know her ideals and methods... and her ambitions." Jebediah: "I think I understand. Sounds like a plan." Dr. Long: "And be careful. I hear the Oni-Ren are occasional sentient-eaters." Jebediah: "I'm a trained professional. I think I can handle a few cannibals." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Several Days Later... An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Lawyers: "Waxler and McGrill, Lawyers at law." Mrs. McGrill: "If the shoe don't fit..." Mr. Waxler: "...You must acquit!" Lawyers: "We're your legal council!" Dr. Long: "Ok, fine." Lawyers: "Legal Council: Because sometimes people say things that Octan doesn't want them to say!" Mrs. McGrill: "And that's where we come in!" Mr. Waxler: "No comment is a good comment!" Dr. Long: "I get the picture. Let's get prepared to meet Queen Bowa San." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "This is our Translator, Ba'al Ba'al jinks. She's an Oni-Ren, as you can tell." Mrs. McGrill: "Hey cutie." Ba'a' Ba'al Jinks: "Hewo, Messa Ba'al Ba'al Jinks." Dr. Long: "Alright, then, if everything is in order, then we can get started." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Later, in Queen Bowa San's Palace, in the Gongen Empire's capital.... An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Bishop: [in her own language. Old.] You now stand before the Queen, divine regent of our people, and actor of our Gods' will. Ba'al Ba'al: "Customary Greeting." Queen Bowa San: [in her own language] "You offworlders have brought Ba'al Ba'al Jinks into my palace? This is an insult." Ba'al Ba'al: "Shessa be sayin' wessa not being welcome." Dr. Long: "As expected. Inform her that we come in peace." Ba'al Ba'al: [in Oni-Ren common] "We come in peace." Queen Bowa San: [in Oni-Ren] "Did you come in peace when you flew an offworlder vessel into my summer palace's tower? I think not. But speak. I will hear your demands since you came so far to my abode... But do not assume that I will sign any treaties with those creatures." Ba'al Ba'al: "Shessa gonna hear us out." Dr. Long: "Good. Inform her that we have developed a medicine that will render its recipient immune to the Black Eye Plague. Tell her that we will provide all Oni-Ren with this 'vaccine' if she lets us work with them. We can help her people. Improve their way of life and living conditions... And we ask very little in return." Ba'al Ba'al: [in Oni-Ren] "My friends can cure the plague. They can help our people. Our old way of life is inferior to theirs. They will bring us into the light of a thousand suns, and all they ask is our cooperation. Please, your highness, our people are dying and suffering." Queen Bowa San: "How do I know you are telling the truth." Ba'al ba'al: "I have received it, as has the Nan-Nan tribe." Queen Bowa San: "The Nan-Nan tribe is our enemy! They are untrustworthy barbarians." Ba'al Ba'al: "We can give the cure to the Empire too. You just need to cooperate with us!" Queen Bowa San: "What does cooperation entail?" Ba'al Ba'al: "Shessa wanna know what we want." Dr. Long: Excellent. Ba'al Ba'al, tell her what I'm saying." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "This is a holographic representation of your planet, Queen Bowa San." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "And this is where your empire lies. On the North Pole of the planet our people refer to as Onix." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Let me zoom in on that. There we go." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I have magnified the location on this holographic map of the richest copper veins not only on your world, but in the entire galaxy. Copper is not a common commodity in this galaxy. It has long since been removed from most planets in the galaxy... long before we humans arrived here. But your planet has a vast reserve of Copper, and our corporation desperately requires this mineral. In exchange for our technological assistance, and freely distributed vaccine, we would humbly request to share a portion of this land that we may mine for copper here. Our sources indicate that the land is undeveloped 'hunting land.' We would be able to work here without disturbing the wildlife or whatever hunting expeditions are conducted here. We could have a beneficial relationship." Ba'al Ba'al: Translates. An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Queen Bowa-San: "No." Dr. Long: "What?!" Queen Bowa San: "No. [in her Language] You plague-walkers have brought death to my people through your insidious disease, and now expect to rob my domain of our land and treasures in exchange for the cure?" Ba'al Ba'al: Translates. Lawyers: "Octan denies any responsibility for spreading the illness. There is inadequate evidence to suggest any culpability on our behalf." Ba'al Ba'al: Translates. Queen Bowa San: "Insult after insult. The OId ways are tried and true. Tradition has defined our culture and saved us from the occupation of the Zoid. Our ways are the ways of the gods. You and your human masters will destroy our people and destroy our culture more assuredly than a plague might. Tell these demonic creatures that I will not kowtow to their wishes, and I will not abide by their presence on my planet. You will leave at once." Ba'al Ba'al: "Thissa not good. She 'a sayin' wessa gotta go." Dr. Long. "Damnation. Tell the Queen that we offer her a bounty. Peace, Prosperity, and Plenty. An end to illness, and an end to war if she desires. Octan can be a powerful ally, but an even more powerful enemy. Tell her she's making a mistake." Lawyers: "Don't translate that powerful enemy part." Ba'al Ba'al: "messa no be thinkin' wessa have time to translate any of that." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Queen Bowa-San: "Go." An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Later... An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Log date 690, this is Dr. Danielle Long recording from Cerebus station, Onix. Negotiations with Queen Bowa San went horribly. I hate dealing with Ignorant, uncooperative creatures..." _________________________________________ Earlier... An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Martenz: "I'm sorry about the accommodations. We don't have many Touch-Down offices in the station. It's Mostly labs." Dr. Long: "I've had worse. At least this hallway is not directly under an Air-Ventilation unit." Dr. Martenz: "And, I'm sorry too about the view. There's not much to look at. Just rocks and ash clouds. Octan could make this planet great." Dr. Long: "We will. When the Oni-ren learn to move past their archaic xenophobia and isolationism, then they may share in our wealth and advanced technology and benefit from our generosity. We can help them... they just have to let us... " ______________________________________________ Comments and critiques are, as always, more than welcome. Any hints on photographing black? ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Land Vehicle, Air Vehicle (2 land vehicles ), Civil Structure, Science Planet: F03, Forring Translated from a Language of clicks and purrs Green helmed Alien: "The hour is late. The diggers are upon us. The eight carbon chain hive of humans has not abandoned their search as we had hoped." Bright Green helmed Alien: "I assume this was the work of that one scientist?" Green helmed Alien: "It would appear as such. Have our people been evacuated?" Bright Green helmed Alien: "All lives have been saved. Cocoon has been loaded." Green helmed Alien: "And the databanks?" Bright Green helmed Alien: "Clear" Green helmed Alien: "And the map?" *Crash* *boom* *VRRRRRRRRRRRRR* Bright Green helmed Alien: "..." Green helmed Alien: "We must flee." Bright Green helmed Alien: "But the map..." Green helmed Alien: "There is no time." _____________________ Several Hours Later Doctor Edris (seated figure): "Good news?" Masked Mook 1: "Fortune and glory, Dr. Edris, fortune and glory!" Dr. Edris: "That's what I like to hear!" Hatted figure: (Whispered) "Hail... MANTIS...." Octan Employee (Shorty): "Why did you get to have the chair? Is it due to your rank?" Dr. Edris: "I brought this chair. You'd have one too if you'd brought one. let this be a learning experience." Dr. Edris: "Excellent! Shorty, open a line of communication with the Axle. Get me Odus on the line." *Pew pew* * * Dr. Edris: "Roachbot! What have you done?" Roachbot: "I work for MANTIS now. They've offered me the one thing you all never could: Respect." Masked Mook 2: "Who the megablock programs our robots?!" Hatted turncoat: "Kill him, Roachbot. Take Shorty hostage and leave Doctor Edris to me." Shorty: "Why'd it have to be a Spec-ops Robot!?" Roachbot: "My armour is resistant to most forms of plasma-based weaponry. Please comply." Several Minutes Later: *Vrooooooom* "Hello. I'm Dave, from accounting. I've been informed by my corporate espionage agent that you've uncovered some very valuable objects from these ancient ruins. As you should be aware, this territory belongs to MANTIS, and thereby all artifacts found therein are forfeit to acquisition by MANTIS personnel." Dr. Edris: "You're an accountant?" Dave, from Accounting, "I never said that. Now, hand over the Artifact. All your digsite are belong to MANTIS." Dr. Edris: "MANTIS. I hate those guys." Dave, from Accounting: "What!? But! How!? I thought you were a scientist! What kind of scientist can take down a trained soldier?!" Dr. Edris: "I'm an Archaeologist." *bashes Dave with hilt of sword.* *shing* Dr. Edris: "Hello, Odus? Yes, I know she's on sabbatical. I need you to contact her. Tell Dr. Long that it's real, and we've found it. The item from her dreams. We've found it." ___________________________________ Sans People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Pictures of the vehicles: Drill rig by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Drill Rig by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Mantis Speeder by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Mantis Speeder by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Mantis Speeder by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr I love that little speeder so much, I think I'll keep it around for a while! I'm back for the summer! ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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On Farmolis's Famous Octan Olympic Arena, where all the best and brightest athletes have come to train! Including none other than Dr. Danielle Long, who was surprised to wake up to a holo-mail from CEO Pombe, requesting her presence at the games... on penalty of forfeiture of shares... Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Engineer: "Well, madam, as you can see, the core and engine are fully functional. She's operating at 95% Target output." Dr. Long: "Hmm... That's unacceptable. Tighten that nozzle, adjust the location of that fuel pump, and reconfigure the wiring. Bring it up to 100% Target Output, or I will find someone who can." Engineer: "If only... Triple H were here..." Dr. Long: "He is not here. Do what must be done." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "Why are these not assembled? Engineer: "Well, you see, there's a real funny story about that..." Dr. Long: "I did not come here to listen to funny stories. I came here to assess your craftsmanship, and right now, I'd say it's certainly lacking." Engineer: "I'm waiting on Pneumatics to supply me with the gas repressurizer! I can't do final assembly until they get me that pressurizer!" Dr. Long: "Stop looking for excuses. I'll deal with Pneumatics... And as for you... pack your things. I'll add finding a suitable replacement to my agenda. That shouldn't be too hard, I don't think." Engineer: "No, please! I've got a wife and three kids!" Dr. Long: "No you don't. In your file it says you're "Single and ready to mingle." Engineer: "Well, I want a wife and three kids eventually..." Dr. Long: "Get out." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "And what seems to be the holdup here!" Software Specialist: "I'm giving her all she's got, Doctor, but I can't access tha damn file to download!" Dr. Long: "Honestly, the incompetence I have to put up with on a daily basis. Clappy, access file Zoology_AI_Bullfrog.exe. This is Doctor Long, code blue entry, pass 98765. "You got it, boss!" Dr. Long: "Finally, someone who follows my orders." Later...... Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Finally, I have my competition entry assembled. When I designed these schematics, I modeled her after the robots I use to collect samples underwater... and then I gave her legs because that was an entry requirement. Honestly I just want to get this over with so that I can continue doing science, but perhaps I can bring glory to the great Octan Corporation by performing above average in this contest. After all, I am a perfectionist. No one will stand my way when I set my mind to something. Now, Let's get this baby started. Lil' Longlegs, please initiate Start Sequence." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Perfect." About the Mech: In professional Mech Wrestling contests, Mechs of this nature (long legs, hunched torso) are frowned upon, but not outruled. Typically they are seen used by "Heel" Performers, as their use is considered... underhanded. The long legs are seen as an unfair advantage, since they add to the balance and leverage of the robot when wrestling... but as they say, the higher they stand, the harder they fall... Dr. Long knows none of this, though, as she only read the exact rules, and has never actually watched or participated in a mech contest. She didn't think to overview any of the ... unspoken rules... after all. Rules are made to be spoken. That said, Dr. Long wouldn't particularly care if she found out. If it's in the rules, it's legal, and if it gives her an advantage, well... too bad. Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dat bumper tho'... ____________________________ Notes: Credit for story idea to Bob... ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Science, Air/space vehicle, Land Vehicle, Civil structures Planet: Forring Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: "Be careful. Shorty, you'd better not tinker with that thing we recovered. I sent a message to Dr. Long. This is all hers. Shorty: "I will... It's just... It's emitting a signal of some kind. I can't tell if it's just part of the device's function, or if it's some kind of distress beacon. Dr. Edris: "Whatever it is, we'll let Danielle figure that out. The last thing we want is for you to break it!" Shorty: " Alright. I'll leave it be." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: "Join me, I'm going to go taunt our captive. They brought him back here after his processing. He'll be transferred in the morning." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Shorty: "Hey, forklift guy, why are you still here with the engine running?" Forklift Guy: "The way this machine vibrates has got to be intentional, man." Shorty: "You're one of Pombe's new hires, aren't you." Forklift Guy: "Yup!" Shorty: "Thought so." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: "Keep that Spec-Ops droid out of earshot of the prisoner, officer. He's MANTIS." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dave, from accounting: "What is this thing you've trapped me in? I can hardly stand!" Dr. Edris: Oh, this thing? It's a specimen transfer crate. This is a science facility, after-all. We don't have any prison cells.... but this is actually more secure than most! Dave, from accounting: "You've no right to imprison me like this. This is a MANTIS planet!" Dr. Edris: "I suppose you haven't heard then? This planet now belongs to Octan... again. You're in a position unsuitable to giving orders." Dave: "Hmm. Well it wasn't when you unlawfully assaulted me. I demand to be released at once! You've held me two weeks too Long!" Dr. Edris: "Huh. Well, I guess you'll have to file a complaint regarding mistreatment with the department of Legal issues." Dave: "Finally. Get me the forms." Dr. Edris: "Can't. You're scheduled to be sent off to Farmolis to face trail for participation in overt corporate espionage, and hijacking Octan robotics." Dave: "So you can't just hand me the forms." Dr. Edris: "Also protocol states that once one of these specimen crates is sealed, it cannot be reopened without the presence of proper authorities." Dave. "Holy crap Octan sucks." Shorty: "Red tape and green bills." Dr. Edris: "Night-night, Dave from Accounting." Dave: "You'll pay for this." Later that night..... Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr *alien-cricket chirps* *An EMP blast breaks the silence, as technology in and around the Octan base begin to short-circuit* Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Underneath the platform... a rumbling... Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr A hidden door opens, and the retriever emerges. Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The biomechanical creature crawls out from under the platform and approaches the lab... Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dave tumbles out of his prison as the locking mechanisms fail. Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The creature did not notice him... It appears oblivious to all but the lab... and the object therein that it seeks.\ Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The disturbance from the EMP awoke Dr. Edris and Shorty, and they both rushed to the site where the Alien artifact was stored.... Only to find that a massive biomechanical creature attempting to break the door in. Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Shorty: "What are we going to do?! That EMP knocked out everything! Lights, computers, vehicles... even our guns!" Dr. Edris: "Not... all of our guns." Shorty: "Is that a projectile weapon?" Dr. Edris: "Smith and Wesson. I shouldn't have this. It's very old..." Shorty: "What is that thing?..." Dr. Edris: "I dunno, but I'm about to find out if I can kill it." Shorty: "And what should I do?" Dr. Edris: Just stand by the wall, will ya?" Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr *bang* Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Well, That went surprisingly well, all things considered." Shorty: "yeah... but look at the specimen containment crate..." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: "That's no problem.... we've got something even better." That Morning.... Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr H-Pod-Carrier by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: She's going to love this." Top People by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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"... are harbingers of the storm" The Invasive Species: Part 5. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Finale) Tags: Military vehicle, spaceship/flying vehicle, land vehicle (Cart) Planet: Fractor V (In Orbit), also Onix, but you know. Alien fleet. The O.C.S. Axle by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The O.C.S Axle, In Orbit Fractor V Dr. Long: "What do you mean they're not going to allow us to return!?" Odus Dillberg: "A.L.I.E.N. has moved a portion of its fleet into Sector G10. They've placed a several defensive craft in orbit Onix and will refuse the Axle's reentry into Onix orbit until they have 'ascertained the validity of rumours that Octan is developing a bioweapon'! They claim to believe that we're weaponizing the black-eye in our labs in Cerebus Station!" Dr. Long: "This is absolutely preposterous. A bioweapon as they're describing would be in direct violation of the Kuiper Pact. They should know that Octan would never condone such flagrant disregard for regulations as that. No... This is something else...A.L.I.E.N. is a Kawashita affiliate. Clearly Kawashita is attempting to assert themselves in the sector, and they are using their proxies in A.L.I.E.N. as pawns to prevent our good work from getting done. Hmm. I will not have it." Odus: "So... What are we going to do?" Dr. Long: "I will be returning to Onix to provide our allies there with the shipment they so desperately need." Odus: "But.. But the blockade." Dr. Long: "Reply to A.L.I.E.N. Inform them of the following; Octan refutes the existence of a bioweapon, and would be more than willing to internally investigate this matter, and we would be willing to cooperate with any A.L.I.E.N. run investigations into the violation of the Kuiper Pact they have described. This said, Octan does not recognize the authority of A.L.I.E.N. to prevent Octan's entry into a sector, nor to present Octan with ultimatums of this nature. The O.C.S. Axle will be returning to Onix, and it will continue to remain in orbit as we see fit. We would remind A.L.I.E.N. that the O.C.S. Axle is a registered Civil Structure, and that any use of force against the Axle is a declaration of war, and Octan's reprisal shall be swift and thorough." Odus: "Ok." Dr. Long: "Inform them that their blockade has failed. They will not prevent us from providing the people of Onix their emergency relief." Later, in Orbit of Onix.... Dr. Long: "Prepare my ship to launch with the others. We're making planet-fall within the hour." ( )Clouds of White by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Later, on an underused trail in the steambog, a family of Oni-Ren travel with their wares to market. And Clouds of White by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Father Oni-Ren (In the Oni-Ren's language): "Don't dawdle, my daughter, we must get to market." Daughter Oni-Ren: "Daddy. why isn't mommy coming with us?" Father Oni-Ren: "Your mother is sick, my sweet. We must sell these greeblefruit in the market, so that we can pay for the shaman to look at her eye." Daughter: "And why do I have to come along?" Father Oni-Ren: "You'll be the woman of the house soon. you must learn to sell produce at the market. The Gods know I can't do it myself." Daughter: "Daddy... Look at the sky... Look at those weird clouds, daddy!" Father Oni-Ren: "Those are not clouds, my daughter. Those are the sky-ships of the off-worlders. I've never seen so many before all at once..." Daughter: "What does it mean, daddy?" Father Oni-Ren: "I... I do not know." Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Nimbus Eagle class dropship by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Martenz: "Danielle! Do you know where Ba'al Ba'al has gotten to? She vanished around the same time as you left for Fractor V!" Dr. Long: "I am aware. She is back in the Gongen empire, attempting to enact peaceful regime change. How goes the vaccine production?" Dr. Martenz: "We're operating at peak productivity. We're filling crate after crate, but Danielle, should I be concerned about that alien fleet? I heard that they wanted to investigate for bioweapons? What the Yetornius is going on?" Dr. Long: "Do not worry about the fleet. They will not harm us." Dr. Martenz: "And those ships you brought in from Fractor V. Those are Nimbus Eagle troop carriers... Not scientific vessels." Dr. Long: "yes." Dr. Martenz: "I gotta ask... are we at war?" Dr. Long: "Octan is not at war. The people of Onix are in turmoil, Dr. Martenz. They are dying of the blackeye, and they languish under a tyrannical despot. Octan is invested in restoring order, and ensuring the wellbeing of all of our clients, current, and potential. We are providing relief and support during their time of crisis." Dr. Martenz: "Oh... I see... And... Which side do we support?" "The side that wins." __________________________________________ Better pictures updated, as well as a photo-shopped picture Note to Judges: New pictures will display the Flickr link and say "And Clouds of White" All otehr images should not be judged. Unless you want to judge my super micro "O.C.S. Axle" Which is, in-fact, new for this week. C&C appreciated! ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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On Farmolis's Famous Octan Olympic Arena, where all the best and brightest athletes have come to train! Including none other than Dr. Danielle Long, who was surprised to wake up to a holo-mail from CEO Pombe, requesting her presence at the games... on penalty of forfeiture of shares... "What.... exactly am I looking at here?" "That's your GARC! For the Olympic challenge!" "You have got to be joking." "Nope! That's the design! We ran it and several dozen others by test audiences, and they thought that this was the best match for you!" "No no no... Just look at this thing! The skulls and bones and flames? Do they think I'm some uppity punk?" "This is a GARC! The ships you'll be up against will be brutal cut-up-sticker-spammed vehicles straight out of Mad Max 82 Fury Skies! Take a look at the maneuverability though! This badboy can fly with precision targeting at great speeds! Engines on all sides! And as for the skulls? Well... There's no drag in space, baby! " "But... Well, I've already seen some of the entries. They look... normal." "Yeah, but this one was tailored for you by a crew of your employees who thought it best matched your personality." "By the stars... I'm beginning to think I have a massive PR problem." "Well... It could be PR." "And the name. Honestly? A typo? What the nebula does "Lolng" Mean anyways?!" "Nope. Not a typo. The designer's just a huge nerd." "Tell them they're fired. They're all fired." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Hmmm.... Maybe I was wrong to fire them. This thing flies really smoothly. Or at least the AI flies it smoothly." ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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On Farmolis's Famous Octan Olympic Arena, where all the best and brightest athletes have come to train! Including none other than Dr. Danielle Long, who was surprised to wake up to a holo-mail from CEO Pombe, requesting her presence at the games... on penalty of forfeiture of shares... Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "This is Dr. Danielle Long, reminding all participants in the First Andromeda Olympic games to please Drive Safely. These games are just that--Games. Please, do not engage in fowl play, or cut corners. And always, follow the rules. The rules exist for your safety and to ensure a fair contest." Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Octan Olympics! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ************************** It's a tablescrap, but I figured I might as well whip this together while cleaning off my table. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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"What is a God to a nonbeliever?" The Invasive Species: Part 6. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Finale) Tags: Alien Planet: Onix What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on FlickrWhat is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Queen: "But the scripture states that the gods returned from the heavens when the Zoid slavers did descend upon our people. The Gods... They showed us that by eating the Zoid we could be free of their shackles. Will not the gods return to us now, in our time of great need?" Bishop: "The Gods work in mysterious ways, my Queen... And our enemy is not from without... but from within. I fear that the Gods may... require us to resolve this ourselves." Queen: "Ba'al Ba'al is no true Oni-Ren*. She might as well be a mere extension of the arm of Octan. Do you think her army of Mecha-nicks was herself created? Do you think the Nan-Nan tribe built for themselves their armor of black?... Ba'al Ba'al and her army are merely puppets to the true enemy... Will our gods not return and teach us how to beat them back?" Bishop: "My Queen... I must confess that I do not believe that the gods will return again.... It has been so.. so very long since they did before." Queen: "But are we not faithful? Have we not upheld their ways? Why would the Gods have abandoned us to our doom?" Bishop: "The Gods abandoned us long, long ago." *The word for Oni-Ren in Oni-Ren is not Oni-Ren, but rather a word more like the common word "Person" What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Later, In Cerebus Station. An Audience with the Queen by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Translator: "Wessa be wanting to discuss... peace." Dr. Long: "I'm listening." Translator: "Oursa Queen be wanting youssa to be... calling off youssa dog, Ba'al Ba'al Jinks." Dr. Long: "Octan claims no affiliation with Ba'al Ba'al Jinks. She may have been our guest at one point, however, Octan has yet to recognize her freedom fighters as a legitimate organization." Translator: "Oursa Queen be beggin the question of howsa Ba'al Ba'al be having offworlder technology?" Dr. Long: "That would be a question to ask a representative of Ba'al Ba'al Jink's freedom fighters." Translator: "Theysa no talk. Only kill." Dr. Long: "Perhaps there would be a way to... circumvent any further losses. I'm sure Ba'al Ba'al could be reasoned with... But for Octan to become a partisan in your civil war... That would certainly come with a price." Translator: "Does youssa mean the old agreement?" Dr. Long: "More than that. We discussed that arrangement during times of peace. Now you come to us in a time of war and ask for our direct interference with your internal matters? We would have to assemble a taskforce to assess civil liberties in your nation, and draw up actionable plans to bring your empire closer in line to Octan's corporate policies before even considering intervention on your behalf. Octan follows strict moral and legal guidelines in circumstances such as this to ensure mutual benefit of all parties involved." Translator: "Wessa no think wessa can be working with youssa." Dr. Long: "Very well. My people will be in contact with your people, should you change your mind." Later that week, after a battle, by the Statue of the Fallen Goddess. What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Edris: "Is that azure liquid... Water?" Dr. Long: "Yes. Poisoned by Copper." Dr. Edris: "Do the natives drink it?" Dr. Long: "The natives have a greater capacity for copper intake than we do. Nonetheless, the copper in the water will need to be filtered out and converted to a usable form." What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "It's wasteful. Don't you think? All this usable copper oxidizing away in a great heap." Dr. Edris: "This is an item of great cultural significance, from what I can tell. It's one of the statues to their gods. I'd say the religious significance of this item alone makes it almost just as valuable as the copper put into making it." Dr. Long: "Well, we'll need to dismantle it, so take your pictures now." Dr. Edris: "This is a priceless artifact we're talking about, Danielle. This needs to be preserved." Dr. Long: "They've done a fine job preserving it themselves. It looks like it more than half melted into the lava ages ago. Appraise the item in reference to its cultural value. We'll write Ba'al Ba'al a check. We can construct a new one out of Steel." Dr. Edris: "For the record, I don't approve." Dr. Long: "Noted." What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr What is a Queen to a God? by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr __________________________ Kudos to those who have been following my larger story and get the implications of this being a statue to the Oni-Ren Gods. Also, the build is kind of a reference to Planet of the Apes. unintentionally, at first, I might add. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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"Casts a dark shadow..." The Invasive Species: Part 4 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Interlude Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 (Finale) Tags: Civil Building Planet: Farmolis Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Jebediah O'Reilly: "It's all here." Dr. Long: "Excellent. How, might I ask, did you acquire this information?" Jebediah O'Reilly: "That's a story for another time. Maybe I'll tell you next week." Dr. Long: "And... the contents of this disk?" Jebediah: "Well, our one-eyed buddy Ba'al Ba'al Jinks has done some pretty serious stuff. Not the bumbling fool I initially took her for. She's been charged with organizing riots and fomenting rebellion. She even flew a stolen pirate speeder into the Queen's palace! She claimed it was an accident, but if you look at the evidence they've collected on her... Well... Let's just say she's a little bit zealous when it comes to instigating 'social and technological progress'." Dr. Long: "Interesting... And the status of social issues under the Queen's rule?" Jebediah: "I think it's more than enough to make the Board of Ethics place economic sanctions on Onix... Or at least it would be if they had imports." Dr. Long: "Sanctions weren't what I had in mind... Why don't you... walk me through this." Jebediah: "Alright." Later Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "Kevin." Meanwhile.... In Farmolis, Headquarters City.... The Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr .... In the Primary HR building, among the clouds... The Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Kevin: "Well good morning to you, Danny! How's business?" Dr. Long: "Just greeeat." Kevin: "Don't be such a Grumpy-Guss, Danny. As a Certified Human Resources Professional, I can tell when I hear dissatisfaction. I'm very empathetic, you know. Now, what seems to be the problem?" Dr. Long: "This task you asked me to do. It's getting a bit... messy." Kevin: "Oh my, Danny, I've never known you to be the messy type!" Dr. Long: "It doesn't suit me... but I need your advice... or... at least... your approval. For what I'm about to do." Kevin: "And what is it that you're about to do..." Dr. Long: "The Oni-Ren Queen will not listen to reason. We've offered her the galaxy on a silver plate. Technology. A cure to illness... And yet, she will not allow us to mine the richest Copper deposits in all Andromeda. Her people are dying, and she chooses to spite us rather than simply acquiescing." Kevin: "Well she sounds like a real Mean-Mandy!" Dr. Long: "You could certainly say that." Kevin: "We could?" Dr. Long: "Yes." Kevin: "Well in that case, I think you and I both know what has to be done." Dr. Long: "And that is?..." Kevin: "I think I said once, that running a business is a lot like running a dairy farm. Did I ever tell you that?" Dr. Long: "If you did, I don't recall. Sounds euphemistic." Kevin: "Oh Danny, don't be silly. You know I'd never use euphemism with you. That's just malarkey." Dr. Long: "Carry on." Kevin: "See, The point of a dairy farm is to get milk for our valued and beloved customers. When the milk cows produce milk, everyone is happy! The cows are happy! The farmers are happy! The cherished customers are happy! The world is perfect and everything is awesome. But what's slightly less awesome is when one of those poor milk cows doesn't make milk any more. That's not good. But fortunately there's more that can be done with a cow than simply milking! A good dairy farm never lets its customers down." Dr. Long. "..." Kevin: "So. Still down in the dumps? Did my little pep-talk help?" Dr. Long: "I think I know what needs to be done..." Kevin: "Oh that's wonderful. See. That's why I trusted you with this task, Danny. You're a smart cookie. A keen intellect. We both work for the same folks, you and I..." The Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "The customers, of course! And our benevolent corporate overseers, who are always trying their darndest to best-serve our cherished consumers. It's our duty to provide the paying people of the galaxies with the best service, and best products we can market them, and quality employees such as yourself are key to our grand purpose." Dr. Long: "The Oni-Ren need our vaccine, and we need copper. It doesn't have to be complicated." Kevin: "But if it does get complicated, remember. Octan has the best PR department in the galaxies!" Dr. Long: "Very well. I guess it's time to pull up my gloves and get back to work." Kevin: "That's the spirit! Go out there and spread some happiness, and peace, and light." Dr. Long: "Good bye, Kevin." Kevin: "See you soon, Danny." Dr. Long: "I hope not." The Bright Light of Civilization HR Edit by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Later.... Dialogue by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Log date 697, This is Dr. Danielle Long, recording from Cerebus Station, Onix. Mass-production of Black-Eye vaccine has begun. We will have to work very efficiently if we're to make enough to serve the entire population of Onix... I've gone over the logistics of the distribution plan with Special Forces operative Jebediah O'Reilly. He had quite a wealth of insight regarding the vaccine distribution plan. I have to go over the preparations with the Axle staff as well. We will need ships, and supplies, and many drones, so this will have to occur in person, I'm afraid. I've informed Dr. Martenz of my brief leave. He said he'd make sure that the vaccine production continues without a hitch. Alright. Dr. Long signing off." Later... Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Ba'al Ba'al Jinks: "Youssa was wanting to a-speak with me?" Dr. Long: "I do. My colleague informs me you've quite the reputation as a political extremist in the Gongen empire." Ba'al Ba'al Jinks: "Umm.. Well, Messa and theresa Queen are no-gettin' along. Shessa be thinkin' that wessa people no be havin' to advance... no be havin' to interact with the offworlders. But wessa the laughing stock of the galaxy. Wessa dying down here." Dr. Long: "I see...." Bright Light of Civilization by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Could I ask you a question?" "Yessa!" Dr. Long: "How would you like to be... President Ba'al Ba'al Jinks?" ________________________ While I'm still proud of the build, it didn't turn out exactly as I'd hoped. Two things I'm not so pleased out are first, the sun on the building... It looks like a cross, and that's not at all what I was aiming for. I wanted some spikes pointing out of it to really pull-off the sun-like appearance. Instead it looks like a gravestone or a cross, which leads to undesired implications. I throw a lot of symbolism into my builds, especially during this arc... and that was not intentional. Second thing is I was hoping to add more buildings in the background. That was just a time thing. Didn't want to lose the light! Hope you liked this week's installment. As always, comments, criticisms, and concerns are welcome! ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Science Planet: Farmolis "Log Date 447, This is Dr. Danielle Long, Performing weekly verbal summary of progress report on selected Top-Secret Octan Science projects. Project 2, Code-name: Trooper 2 is progressing excellently. The body's mutation rates have been successfully slowed while subject remains in induced coma. Subject's cryogenic freezing chamber is functioning adequately, and the tubing is checked twice a day, along with vitals. Subject's transformation is fascinating, and we've recorded a myriad of changes on the genetic level. It's hard to believe that even Kawashita was capable of creating such a destructive super-predator. Max security protocol is followed strictly. Project 13, Code-name: Project Icarus is at a stand still. We can't quite figure out what the Blue Box recovered from the ancient space facility on G09 is intended to do, nor how activate it. I have decided to have the object delivered to Kodan Black, to see if he can figure it out, but as it is, I see no reason for the project file to continue taking up space on my desk. It's just a big blue box, after all. Kodan can handle it. *snip* Summary Complete. Now, I have a meeting to attend. Dr. Long out." Later.... In the Human Resources building in Headquarters City on Farmolis. Dr. Long: "Book three adjacent rooms. This weather has delayed take-offs, so we'll have to stay the night on Farmolis." Odus Dillberg, Dr. Long's Secretary: "You got it boss!" Dr. Long turned to face the man before her, as her secretary left to attend business. Kevin: "Have a seat, Danny. Can I call you Danny?" Dr. Long: "I'd rather you didn't. So, Kevin, It's been a while since we last met in person." Kevin: "We haven't needed to in a while." He beamed. Dr. Long: "Well, your office looks nice. A lot of red." Kevin: "Well, while I do love all Octan colours equally, some colours are just more equal than others, don't you agree? And, by the way, I simply love the Octanis Orchids. They brighten a room like only Shawn from sales ever could. May he rest in peace." Dr. Long: "I didn't give you those flowers... I just engineered them." Kevin: "And by doing so, you gave them to us all, for a reasonable price." Dr. Long: "I trust you didn't call me here just to discuss my bachelor's degree final project?" Kevin: "Of course not, Danny, we're here to talk about your recent performance. You are aware that Pombe has been promoted to a higher position than yours, yes?" Dr. Long: "I am... aware." She stated, through grit teeth. Kevin: "Ok, good. If you didn't know that'd be a little awkward. Glad we got that out of the way. So, any notion as to why that may be?" Dr. Long: "I avoid making judgements as to how Corporate makes its decisions." Kevin: "Excellent answer! The less one knows, the better! But in your case their reasoning is fairly straight forward. You've really been dragging your feet on some of your projects, Danny." Dr. Long: "Science must be performed by the book, and protocol must be followed. All this takes time." Kevin: "Well, I think we both know that your investigation of 'the facility' could have been a bit quicker... and certainly more productive, considering we've got nothing to show for it. Time is money Danny." Dr. Long: "Of course. You know... we could have discussed this over a holo-chat." Kevin: "Well, There's another reason Pombe has been promoted so fast." Dr. Long: "Go on?" Kevin: "Well he's great! The man's funny, well adjusted, and he brings in plenty of new customers and employees on a daily basis! It's unbelievable all the stuff he get's away with!" Dr. Long: "oh." Kevin: "Unbelievable. Really. We've watched your security tapes. He's not cheating. He is simply amazing." Dr. Long: "We could have done this in a Holo-chat." Kevin: "You've observed this, right? How he seems to be able to do whatever he likes? With no consequences to his actions? How even physics seems to bend to his will? And how the paperwork you file on him never seems to bother him in the least? You've sited his dress code violations literally 420,247 times." Dr. Long: "I recall each and every one. " Kevin: "Well, Corporate wants to know how he does it!" Dr. Long: "Huh?" Kevin: "We've considered he may have some passive psychic powers capable of casually warping reality... and we want to know if we can monetize this! This is why I called you here. I want you to look into this and try to figure it out. You're a scientist. You can handle this. Corporate has its utmost faith in your abilities.... That's why you got so far in the first place, after all!" Dr. Long: "Hm. Ok, fine. I will look into Pombe's 'Reality warping' potential." Kevin: "There's our Danny! Keep up the good work, you! Excellent meeting! And remember, miss one week of work and the next person behind you takes your place! No pressure!" Dr. Long: "Of course. Have a fine evening, Kevin." Later, in Dr. Long's hotel room on Farmolis. Dr. Long: "That was sufficient, Odus, you're no longer needed." Odus: *nervous laughter* "Alright Danielle." Dr. Long: "Put a shirt on, and comb your hair. I won't have my secretary appearing like a slob. And when you've finished that you may leave. I have a Holo-Chat to attend in 10 minutes." Odus: "Cool, I'm on it." Dr. Long: "OK, Great." A few minutes later. Dr. Long: "Hello, Kodan, this is Dr. Danielle Long. Can you confirm that you have received the files on Project Icarus? The Object should arrive at your location in a week's time....." The following day. Bob: "How're you doing Danielle!? Long time no see, eh?" Dr. Long: "That's still not funny." Bob: "Hehe, well, I think it is. I've been busy piloting! We should catch up some time, though." Dr. Long: "Yeah" Bob: "Do you remember how we used to look up at the stars on those chilly autumn nights on earth? And you used to point out where Andromeda was, and the constellations? I was thinking about that the other day. They're so different here. Do you ever just... look at the stars?" Dr. Long: "No." ...... _______________________________________ Extra pictures: ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Thar she blows! My entry to this glorious contest! Here to we may observe Dannylonglegs' infamous "Vertical" approach to vignette making! Trolling Atlantis by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The Oleon warn that these waters be cursed. They say that once upon a time, there were an Island here, inhabited by wicked people... They say that King Neptune sunk the Island to the sea and made its inhabitants into creatures of the depths as punishment for their heathen ways... But the merchants of Eslandola care little for that superstition... at least not the fishermen aboard this particular ship! Instead, they've grown to love the local waters, as the fish here are abundant! Including the delicious Manatees, as the ship's physician calls them. Trolling Atlantis by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Yes! Manatees are delicious! Once you split the light meat from the dark meat, that is. The only downside is the screams. They sound... human. In fact, their cries for help have driven the captian to insomnia... but you know what they say: "A good captain can't fall asleep." And who might this knowledgeable scientist be? Why, that'd be physician Long! Born into a family of wealth, Physician Long attended University in Corrington, where she learned her trade, and now she works as a physician and Naturalist for the benefit of the Eslandola trade empire! Particularly the West Octania Trading Company. Trolling Atlantis by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Physician Long: "You should have alerted me earlier of your condition. Judging by the smell alone, I'd say your leg has gone Gangrenous. There's nothing to do other than amputate. I'm going to need you to bite this bullet. This is going to hurt. A lot." Patient: "Can't I get a drop o' rum to anesthetize meself?" Physician Long: "No. You've drunk your quota for this pay period. Hold still." Trolling Atlantis by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr The Inhabitants of the local waters are none too happy about the increase in fishing. But perhaps that's part of their punishment by Neptune. Perhaps they should have been better humans. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Science, Land Vehicle Location: H04 Story and better pictures to come tomorrow morning, but the crux is this is the capsule by which Jebediah will be returned to his proper time and space. The item you see Jebediah with in his story is its "key" and a means by which Dr. Long can very generally track his temporal location. True to form, and the subject matter, the story for last week's build was sent to last week's future... the present... or, rather, the future of my present, as I am definitely writing this in your "last week" it's a bit hard to explain... I'll let the good Doctor at it: "Log date 456, This is Dr. Danielle Long, recording a top secret mission report. Octan's--and my own--most trusted special forces operative, Jebediah O'Reilly must be sent into the past to retrieve the hapless fool of a physicist, Dr. Blenjamin Blandin who seems to have inadvertently triggered the machine to activate and create a rift in time and space centered around the blue box. I have reviewed the theoretical work done by Blandin, and he seems to believe that such a rift would not be able to shut unless the majority of any materials brought back in time are returned to their original time and place... while fascinating, this news is quite... um... irritating, to say the least. Once Blandin's anachronistic exploits have been reversed... well, he's definitely fired. Dr. Long out." Dr. Long: "Ok, Jebediah, I'll be brief. Retrieve Dr. Blandin, wherever.... or, Whenever, he may be, and return by activating this capsule with your noise-emitting leverage-optimizer. Dead or alive matters little. Just the majority of his anachronistic mass must be returned. He's as good as fired to me." Jebediah: "why does the capsule look like a car?" Dr. Long: "Well, we're a bit low on funds for "Employee retrieval and extraction". Normally we don't... do... much... of that. So I could not refuse when one of our Engineers volunteered his antique car for the task. He was very insistent on it actually. What an odd fellow." Jebediah: "Ok, and what about the Blue uniform?" Dr. Long: "well, we don't exactly have Historians on the Axle... so I had this modeled after the garb of the deceased inhabitants of the Facility. We don't know very much about his location or time... other than that it seems to be linked to earth or its moon. Both of which have had breathable atmosphere for a long time... so you should be fine in that. I had you inoculated against earth diseases long since irradicated, as well. Wouldn't want you bringing back to common cold, now, would we." Jebediah: "Sounds like you thought this all out." Dr. Long: "That is my job. Haven't missed a week." Jebediah: "alright, whelp, let's send me back in time then." Dr. Long: "Excellent." "Here it is. The rift exists right around the blue box. You simply need to touch it. I will watch you through your noise-emitting Leverage-optimizer, which can be tracked with some repurposed special equipment developed for long distance space flight. Good thing you're going back in time, and not forward. Although... who knows how this will effect the present... so... Don't step on any butterflies." "Got it." "Good luck." ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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"They're saying it was an accident... but you know what I think? I think this was the Serpent head. I think that the dead lady, that Mrs. Long, was the target of this attack. Another rich unethical corporate type. Their MO." "Yeah, that's a load. Thay Monorail was on its last legs." ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Science, Spaceship Planet: F03, Foring The sun shined brightly in the field where the meeting was to be held. The Merchant Confederacy had decided a plantation on Foring (one belonging to a wealthy local client of theirs) as the place where the talks would be held. They had prepared a platform in the field. They had chosen a gains using the plantation itself as the facility was atmosphere controlled, and the air was not conducive to extended breathing by those with lungs... A bizarre ship descended from the heavens, carrying one of the two ambassadors of the Confederacy. Dr. Long and her colleagues has assembled before the platform, engaged in pre-meeting talks. Dr. Long: "the briefing mentioned extensively the refugee issue being faced by the Confederacy. I hope you aren't planning to offer free handouts to these people." John Hannibal: "They're not looking for Charity. We are here to discuss equitable trade arrangements. We are both looking for mutually beneficial arrangements. The refugees need somewhere to live and work... we need laborers on planets with atmospheres foreign to us, and colonists for our homesteads. I don't see that our goals are at odds." Dr. Long: "Very good. Another source of cheap Labor is always beneficial. I just want to ensure that these talks are productive." John Hannibal: "You don't have to babysit us. I am the CEO, after all." Dr. Long: "Of course, Mr. Hannibal." The final dignitary arrived, and the introductions began. John introduced the group to Callahan, with whom he'd been talking, and the new dignitary, a representative from the he plantation owner's company. Dr. Long found the new arrival most intriguing. "Fascinating" she stated, looking the man over, "I was lead to believe that the Merchant Confederacy is comprised solely of Humans... so that would make this specimen a human as well... the genetic modification is extensive... and perplexing. I wonder what purpose these appendages serve?" Dr. Long queried, gently lifting one of the dignitary's tentacles. John Hannibal: "Dr.Long, I don't see how this is appropriate. We are their guests. Well have time for medical examinations following the talks." Dr. Long: "Of course. This genetic modification technology is simply fascinating..." Dignitary: " performed by the Zoid to my people a hundred years or more ago. They desired an amphibious servitor of human stock. We were made to harvest the Awesomnium from the depths of Sorn, but We rebelled and joined the Confederacy, and now our proud traditions are practiced in freedom from the oppression of slavery." Wick Nole: "Greetings. Shall we begin?" Dignitary: "Yes, Let's" The talks continued for several hours as many important topics were brought to bare. Including the discussion of the refugees joining Octan as colonists, and Octan's inclusion in the confederacy, as well as the continued threat posed by the Zoid raiders. Callihan resolved that he wanted to inspect some of Octan's famous ships and to observe their pilots in action. When the meeting concluded, a fit 20 something year old with scruffy hair in a tight suit and brown kaki pants rushed to Dr. Long. Dr. Long: "What Is it?" She asked her secretary, Odus Dillberg. Odus: "Sorry to interrupt you Dr. Long!" Dr. Long: "What's done is done. What do you have for me?" Odus: "Well I just noticed you have a new meeting on your agenda for next week with HR on Farmolis!" Dr. Long: "I didn't schedule anyrhing... unless... Kevin." Odus: "Who?" Dr. Long: "A colleague. Sounds like I have to take a trip to Farmolis then..." Odus: "Alright! Roadtrip!" Dr. Long: "You can leave now." "Log date 440, This is Dr. Danielle Long, Recording from Foring. Diplomatic talks with the Merchant Confederacy have gone exceedingly well... I anticipate extensive collaboration in the futures. John Hannibal was right, their brand of Anarcho-Capitalism is quite compatible with Octan's practices. Furthermore, this time served as an excellent chance for one of my interns to gather flora samples. Time is money, after all. On another note... it may be prudent to take Zoid captives when next we encounter them... it sounds as though their gen-mod tech could be quite profitable should we be able to reverse engineer it... alright, that's it for now. Dr. Long out." Dr. Long has assigned an intern to gather specimens of local flora to be analyzed on the Axle! How industrious of her! Time is money, after all! The Science must get done! The ship is "The Flying Pig" ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Sector: H04 Tags: Science, Civil "Log Date 454, This is Dr. Danielle Long. Samples of the native species analogous to earth coral are currently being retrieved for testing on the Axle. It is in diverse biomes such as this one that the most profitable compounds are typically discovered. I expect this will yield many a new product for Octan... but only time and testing will reveal these compounds. I am surfacing presently. Dr. Long out." Odus Dillberg, Dr. Long's Secretary: "Ah, yeah, right there, biological samples collection droid. Right there on my shoulders. yeah. Lots of stress to relieve there. Mmm." Dr. Long: "Another day, another misappropriation of Octan equipment." Odus: "Ah! Didn't see you there Danielle!" Dr. Long: "What exactly have you tasked this specimen collection droid with? This is hardly protocol. Where are your clothes?" Odus: "Oh, I had the droid store them in one of his little compartments!" Dr. Long: "You know those compartments will not open after they've been shut except for within one of the Axle's "Hazard Assessment" Labs?... Right?" Odus: "Oh." Dr, Long: "I'll take that as a no. Any calls come in while I was working?" Odus: "Oh yeah! Thanks for reminding me! Kodan called! He's in sector F10 with that thing you told me to send to him! Well! He has some important news to share with you! I took a message!" Dr. Long: "If it was important, why didn't you forward it to me?" Odus: "Well, you sounded like you were having fun looking at all the cool animals and stuff under the sea, so I didn't want to bother you." Dr. Long: "What is the message?" Odus: "Oh yeah... Project Icarus is a time machine! Surprise!" Dr. Long: "A WHAT?! And you didn't inform me of this immediately?!" Odus: "Surprise!" Dr. Long: Cancel my appointments for tomorrow. I will be re-assuming control of this project. I want the object delivered to the Axle immediately. Thereafter, I will assess the object's safety and begin preparations for a thorough inspection of its capabilities. I also want any information Kodan may already have acquired. This must all be conducted with the utmost secrecy. I would not want a time machine to fall into the wrong hands." Odus: "You got it boss!" Dr. Long: "Oh... And one more thing. Send Kodan and his handler robot, ED-208, something to keep them safe. A pair of Ma.K. hard suits. Knowledge is dangerous." Odus: " Hard Suits for Kodan and that Ed guy, got it!" ______________________________________________________________ One Week Later, in the remote H04 sector........... In one of the Axle's ejectable high-risk labs... "Log Date 461, This is Dr. Danielle Long. This device is remarkable. Project Icarus was indeed an apt title for this project, as It must be the source of the anachronistic facility in which it was discovered. It would appear that the original Scientist who created this device are long dead. Perhaps slain in a Zoid raid. But some of the facility's personnel escaped with the Ter Tahl sentients of sector F10's Arium Major. I consulted with their people regarding this device, but the only novel information with which they could provide me was that the device was volatile. I have decided to house the object in its original container: a Blue Box, and perform a myriad of tests on it to assess its safety. Thereafter I will conduct tests to determine how... if... It works. A Time Machine is a fixture of science fiction, but the laws of physics preclude its creation in the real world. Should I indeed have my hands upon the genuine article... Well... This could fundamentally alter Humanity's understanding of the universe... And remove the restrictions of time and space from Octan's quest for resources. With a time machine... well... The possibilities are limitless.... But I'm getting ahead of myself. We first must determine if it works... And then how... before we can use it. To this end I've tasked a select team of theoretical physicists with the inspection of the machine, and its safe operation. We're working around the clock to figure this puzzle out. For the time being, I will leave this in the capable hands of Blenjamen Blandin, one of Octan's finest physicists. Dr. Long signing off." Dr. Long: "Dr. Blandin?" Blenjamen Blandin: "Y-y-y-yes, Dr. Long?" Dr. Long: "I will be in my office looking over this data. Please continue your work. I want this object monitored 24/7. Don't let anything happen to it... and if it activates, I want you to eject the lab. Even if you are in it. Understood?" Dr. Blandin: "I-I-I, uh, Understood." Dr. Long: "OK, Great." ___________________________________ Later....... Dr. Blandin: "Uh, oh! Great S-s-scott! The F-f-f-flux Inhibitor is l-l-loose!" "Wha-Whoah!" OoC: Don't worry. The "Octan has a time machine" will not last Long. No spoilers. but yeah. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Vehicle (pick one, I really don't care either way. ), Science Location: H09 IMG_20151018_174252 by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Log date 454, this is Dr. Danielle Long. The tropic regions of Planet Wastyria in Sector H09 are host to the greatest biodiversity on this otherwise frigid planet. Here temperatures rarely sink below 0 degrees Celsius, allowing for a myriad of temperature sensitive creatures to thrive. I have stumbled upon an organism roughly analogous to earth coral here. Presently I am utilizing an Aquatic Hardsuit to get a closer look at this biome." IMG_20151018_174040 by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr IMG_20151018_174358 by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr IMG_20151018_174518 by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr IMG_20151018_174607 by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr No story this week. Dr. Long is finally doing some innocent Scientific research. She finds out that Kodan has a time machine later! I'd like as much feedback (be harsh! I can take it!) on the coral as I possibly can, as a coral reef not too dissimilar to this will feature as part of a contest entry for something else... ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Posted this in the EB raffle, but I thought it'd get more appreciation here. Dr. Long celebrates Xmas with a perfectly shaped "tree" purchased at the Octan employee's giftstore, underneath which she has presents befitting her good behavior. All of her friends are here and it's a great party. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Land Vehicle, Science (follow-up to past "experiments", although this aspect of the story is intentionally ambiguous.) Sector: G03 ~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile, in real life~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dr. Long: "So, yeah, I will need you to file those follow-up behavioral reports by the end of the week. But it seems he's made excellent progress." Engineer: "Well yeah! He's hardly made a peep, since... you know..." Dr. Long: "Good to know. A quiet worker is a happy worker." "Log date 470, This is Dr. Danielle Long. The Subject's behavior has improved dramatically. I await a full data sheet from his handler, but I suspect that our behavioral improvement methods have finally rendered the subject a functional employee. Perhaps we can expand these methods to solve other problematic employees. I can think of a few who would potentially benefit from them... Dr. Long out, for now. Must check progress of Top Secret rescue mission." I've been experimenting (Science!) with that vertical border technique I'm seeing so often in GoH and some other expert builds. I'm actually quite pleased by even my own neophyte work here, so I will definitely try the technique again in the future. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Planet: F03, Forring Tags: Science, Civil (the structures are not militant) "Log Date 008. This is Dr. Danielle Long. Log Dates 005, and 006 are missing from my personal Log. I worry that this data corruption may be due to the new chip I have been using since the temporal fluctuation incident. I will be sure to have this fixed upon my return to the Axle, which is scheduled for tomorrow: Desembrinali 23. Furthermore, I suspect there has been some forms of sabotage to my personal Octancorp temporary habitation pod. I noticed this morning that 2 months worth of rations had gone missing, along with several other inexplicable differences to the pod that make me believe someone had been inside it... either that or I've been sleepwalking, a noted side-effect of the BonNuit ™ sleeping pill... but that doesn't explain the missing rations... nor, more importantly, does that explain the lack of communication I have with the Axle. I've never gone even a day without coordinating with the Axle... and now I find that my communications device is unable to reach them. Surely this will be straightened out when I return to the Axle tomorrow. This bizarre morning has only continued to become more and more disconcerting. The Unidentified Artifact I was deployed to investigate deems to have... already been somewhat escavated. There are clear signs of very recent work on the Alien structure. All these signs lead me to believe I am not the only one down here interested in this artifact. Perhaps Mantis?... but they have no presence on this planet. I, a woman of science, must admit, I find these turns of event somewhat... Eerie. But I must not let sentiment get in the way of my work. I will have my drone, who's memory banks seem to have been wiped clean last night, investigate the recent cave in that appears to be blocking further access to the tunnels that comprise this structure. When originally reported, just over a week ago, it was mentioned that these tunnels seemed to lead far far underground. I wonder what could have caused the tunnel's collapse... and what is causing the dull throbbing pain on the back of my head. Dr. Long out." Better pictures are up. I should be getting a better camera soonish. ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Land Vehicle, Civil Structure, Science Planet: H06, Farmolis "I feel a malaise has grown within myself. This static life does not suit me in the least. It's not enough. I need... more. I want... more...." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I despise standing still in the fast lane. I've been on sabbatical since I was retrieved from my imprisonment on F03's Forring... obviously this was not optional. A slew of tests were conducted upon me... to determine the cause of my memory loss... to determine whether I'd been implanted with any spyware, biological or technologically based. All tests showed negative. I had been drugged nightly with an amnesia inducing compound, and my drone had been hacked. End of story. The remainder of the investigation must take place outside a lab, if my captors are to be brought to justice. And to those ends I have enlisted the assistance of one of my most trusted, and loyal colleagues. I hope he can find those responsible... and ... perhaps even... dare I mention... the object I've seen... only in dreams of that place... the enclosed place... the hexagonal walls... the map. The key... no... I refuse to deal in fantasies and illusions. There are concretes. I was detained. There is someone responsible for that. I await Dr. Edris's message." "Waiting. It sickens me. Like stagnant water, it breeds pestilence of the mind. I've written and published two books over the course of my stay (one, "a Guide to Andromeda's Xenobiology; When, Where, and How to Apply Xenobiological Principles," and an informal discussion on the implications of human science in the Andromeda Galaxy, "The Modern Darwins"). and, I've taken a course on Kawashita technological advances... but it's not enough. I yearn to be surrounded by activity and scientific discovery... but I have not been able to leave Farmolis, or attend to my duties upon the Axle--Doctors orders." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "And so every morning at exactly 7:00 am, I get my exercise in--Doctor's orders. I ride my bike on the maintenance access road of the South Grid Pipeline. It runs from Farmolis City (also known as Farmolis Headquarters City) to Texicana Station. In the early days, Farmolis Headquarters City performed all aspects of Awesomnium production: Extraction, Purification, and Shipping... but now Farmolis city has taken on a more Administrative role, and serves as the planet's port city, and center of Octan colonization in Andromeda. Texicana Station is the primary purification site, and so, this pipe channels a constant stream of pure, fuel-grade Awesomnium to Farmolis Headquarters' Shipping district. These access roads run the whole length, as does the canal of naturally occurring liquid Awesomnium... but I'm not riding nearly that far. Just as far as Kilometer Marker 17. At approximately 7:45 am, I arrive at this point and begin riding back... but not before I indulge my intellect a little." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Kilometer marker 17 is placed in the thick of Farmolis' s famous farming district. The densest packed, most nutritious, strongest, GM EthiCORN ™ is grown here. The fields stretch to the horizon, and are almost entirely regulated by machines, who conduct all the hydration, pesticide dispersal, harvesting, etc... it's deliciously efficient.... however, on my daily rides, I've noticed a local specimen of Xenobotanical nature that seems to have developed an immunity to Octan's pesticides... it is an interesting find; a novel xenobotanical specimen on the planet longest occupied by our force. Life finds a way, as they say." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "I've been recording it's growth patterns. It grows swiftly, and seems to seek increased hight, as it has begun to wrap around the power pole beside the canal. I lack a Logbook, so I've devoted this data to a simple recording device I purchased in the interim. When I escape this sisyphean sabbatical, I will add this specimen to the Axle's databank. Then, perhaps we can devise a pesticide capable of exterminating it." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "Soon. Soon I will be aboard my beloved Axle, and all these planets to which we've gained access will yield their rewards. Within our grasp, these worlds will be investigated and examined. We will catalog the soil components. Capture and tag the wildlife. Extract and analyze the flora. All will be perfectly understood, and by understanding, we will control, and exert our will upon the natural world in perfect efficiency. For profit." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "There is science to be done. And I will be back to it... very soon now, I think." Pipe Dreams by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr (Sorry for the short novel. Hopefully it provides a little insight into Dr. Long's motivation. Also, I have more pictures. I just haven't edited them yet. They'll be up before the deadline. Pics up!) ~Insectoid Aristocrat
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Tags: Civil Building, Science Planet: Onix //"This is Dr. Martenz contacting the O.C.S. Axle. Please Direct me to Dr. Long's office."// DrMartenz by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Catching up with Odus by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Odus: "This is Dr. Long's Office, Odus Dillberg speaking." Dr. Martenz: "Hi. Look, I've got a very tight schedule, so I'm going to make this quick. Transfer me directly to Dr. Long. This is Dr. Martenz, from pathology, and I urgently need to speak with her." Odus: "Ooh. Sorry, I'm afraid that's simply not possible." Dr. Martenz: "What?!" Odus: "Yeah. She's on sabbatical at the moment. I'm currently managing the administrative side of things on the Axle, and Dr. Black is running the sciency stuff." Dr. Martenz: "Kodan Black?!" Odus: "Yeah, that's the one! Fine chap, very nice." Dr. Martenz: "... Kodan... Black?" Odus: "Yep!" Dr. Martenz: "Ok. Ha ha. Now please, transfer me to Dr. Long. I know she doesn't take sabbaticals. She's never missed a day of work in her life. I understand she's a busy woman, and she's probably in some meeting, but please don't disrespect me." Catching up with Odus by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Odus: "Huh? I'm being super serious right now. Dr. Long has been on leave for months now. She was... uh.. Well, I guess I'm not supposed to say why, but there was an incident, and, well, she hasn't been able to come to work." Dr. Martenz: "Great Scott! You're serious! And... That Kodan thing is serious too?! Great Scott!.. I should'ave been nicer to the kid. When's she coming back?" Odus: "Should be pretty soon. I just heard back from her doctor that... oops. Shouldn't've said that! Soon." Dr. Martenz: "No kidding. Well. I'd like to leave her a message then. Tell her that I'm calling in a solid 'you-owe-me.'" Catching up with Odus by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Martenz "I need more people on the ground here. The Oni-Ren are making a pathology report on Onix damn-near impossible. They won't let me anywhere near their settlements. This is made even more frustrating by the fact that they are currently dealing with an epidemic of something they refer to as 'Black-Eye.' " If I had more men... possibly some peace-keeping troops, I could conduct my report with far greater efficiency... and hell... we might even profit by selling them vaccines for their illness. Please convey my message to Dr. Long as soon as she gets back... I don't know how much longer I can do this all by myself and with these stupid interns I keep getting sent. Seems like they all outrank me in a year anyways. [inaudible grumbling noises]" Catching up with Odus by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Odus: "Ok, I'll let her know. Is there anything else I can help you with?" Dr. Martenz: "No, that'll be all. Thank you. Dr. Martenz out." Catching up with Odus by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Robotic voice: "You have _27_ calls waiting on hold." Odus: "Oh bother. There's just so much work to be done. How ever did Danielle manage so much!?" Robotic voice: "You have _28_ calls waiting on hold." Odus: "What would Dr. Long do? Oh! I know! I'll consult the Dr. Long AI!" Hello Holo-Long! by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Odus: "Dr. Holo-Long, I've been answering phone calls all morning! My other desk is piled full of paperwork so high I can't even work there! All the other Secretaries are all swamped just like me! What ever should I do?!" Holo-Long: "Get back to work." Odus: "Ok, boss!" _____________________________________________________________________________ Anyways, More updates on affairs without the good doctor. Please keep in mind that I am very open to constructive criticism. I'm not entirely satisfied with how my surface-of-Onix build looks. I was aiming for a rocky landscape without Lava (because there can't be Lava on every square inch of the planet) and I tried to incorporate some elements from previous builds on Onix (Kai's green biomass crystals, Black and dark grey rocks) along with some of my own (Nugget moss/fungus, dark tan soil/moss) but I worry I may have gone too many places all in the confines of one very small build. Tell me what you think, Edit: also the picture is not flattering. Also, for those of you wondering why so many builds without Long, well, I'm setting things up. This, for instance, is setting up a story arch I have planned. Stay tuned for "The Invasive Species" Coming in like 3 weeks. ~Insectoid Aristcorat
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Tags: Civil, Buildings Planet: Farmolis Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "Funny seeing you here, Amaira, I was just headed to see you actually. I have an appointment with you at your practice 30 minutes from now." Doctor Patel: "Ah, Hello Danielle. I'm on my lunch break. The gardens are beautiful on South Main Street, wouldn't you agree?" Dr. Long: "Yes, Amaira, they are indeed beautiful. Specimens from Earth, all of them. They grow so verdant on this world of ours." Dr. Patel: "Indeed." Dr. Long: "Of course, they grow so well because we modified them to do so... just as we've modified this planet." Dr. Patel: "Indeed." Dr. Long: "..." Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Patel: "So, how are you feeling, Danielle. Last we spoke you were furious at me, if I recall." Dr. Long: "That's an exaggeration. Frustrated, would be more accurate. Frustrated that you wouldn't allow me to return to my duties aboard the Axle." Dr. Patel: "Of course. You're so much like your mother, Danielle. So passionate for your work... Devoted. And stubborn. You must take better care of yourself, Danielle. The reason I didn't let you go back so soon was--" Dr. Long: "--I know--" Dr. Patel: "Your muscular atrophy has diminished, thanks to your regular exercise and consistent Gravity, but your bone density will never recover, Danielle." Dr. Long: "I take my supplements, my estrogen, my OctaOsteo. I spend the requisite amount of time on the G+ decks on the Axle... And I've looked over the paperwork, Amaira. My bone mass has not decreased at un-expected levels. It's completely standard for my job description." Dr. Patel: "Then perhaps it's your job description that needs to change." Dr. Long: "You know that's not going to happen." Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Patel: "I know... But you're damaging your body being in space so regularly. You must take care of your body, or it may break." Dr. Long: "Then I'll buy a new one." Dr. Patel: "I care about you. I loved your mother dearly, and I just don't want you to make the same mistakes she did." Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Dr. Long: "..." Dr. Patel: "I won't change your mind." Dr. Long: "No." Dr. Patel: "When we meet again thirty minutes from now... I'm going to sign off on your request to return to work." Dr. Long: "Thank you. It's what I want." Dr. Patel: "I know. I won't delay you longer, then." Dr. Long: "... Thanks." Dr. Patel: "Oh, I read your books by the way. "The Modern Darwins" Is a bit too coldly worded for an informal piece, I think. You should lighten up. Good for your heart." Dr. Long: "I'll see you soon." Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr This statue depicts John Hannibal as Atlas. One of the many statues of him that adorn the streets of Farmolis Headquarters city, now. He was perhaps the most efficient CEO we've had on the Andromeda Branch, which I found quite admirable. I could fault the man for very few things. Perhaps he was a little soft-hearted on the Alien species with whom he made contact... but that line of thought brought the Merchant Confederation within our folds. Perhaps the only thing I could truly fault him for was his humility. At times he shouldered more of the logistical burdens of running Octan than the next three people put together... myself included. And for all his work he requested no thanks. Needed no other incentive than loyalty to our great company. A giant among men, was he... so perhaps he would have liked this statue. He once told me, "A Gentleman wears white." What could be more white than pure marble?" Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr "If my memory serves, I think he believed in some higher power. A life after death. I do not. What is dead is dead. A sentience, once snuffed out returns to the void that bore it. The only form of life after death that I am aware of, from my studies, and introspection, is that which lives on in others. In those with whom you interacted, and those who have heard of you. So whether or not, John Hannibal lives on in some incomprehensible spiritual form, he most assuredly lives on in the scorch marks he left on this galaxy... and in the stones of his statues. These... more... abstract definitions of life... certainly not a life as a biologist such as myself would describe it... but, these forms of life outlive us all. Our legacy..." Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ........................... Hours later, in a different part of the city.... Kevin: "Danny! Wonderful to see you again! I heard from your doctor that you'll be returning to work on the Axle! That's just great!" Dr. Long: "Mhhmm. I won't even ask how you found out so quickly." Kevin: "There's my Danny! Always not-asking the right not-questions!" Dr. Long: "So... To what do I owe the pleasure of an appointment with you." Kevin: "Well, I thought you and I might have a little chat!" Dr. Long: "A chat." Kevin: "Well yeah! About... your career goals." Dr. Long: "What about my career goals." Kevin: "well, I guess I'll just cut to the chase. Do you want to be back on the board of the executives?" Dr. Long: "Of course." Kevin: "That's just what I wanted to hear! So... Exactly how badly do you want it?...." __________________________ Better pictures in the morning. Critiques and comments welcome! For Rodiziorobs: Atlas Shrugged by Danny-Longlegs, on Flickr ~Insectoid Aristocrat
