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Location: G03 - New California Tags: Spaceship, Land Vehicle Dramatis Personae: Previously: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=118315 Note: The O.C.S. Head has already been featured in the Challenge 3 Category A build: http://www.eurobrick...howtopic=118306, and should not be judged here. We're in orbit above New California, sir. Good. Now we wait. What are we waiting for? Everyone else. Sir? The ambush by the Zoid above Arium Minor was a wake up call, Eshey. If it wasn't for the timely intervention of one of Santa's reindeer and his crew, we would have lost the Shaft and who knows how many Octan employees. I recognize that I was too reckless and I take full responsibility for that. In order to be better prepared for the next surprise, I've decided that a single ship is too vulnerable and have decided to assemble a fleet. A fleet? Yes. I've requisitioned a few ships to join us. Additionally, I've called the rest of the team from the Axle and assigned each of them their own command. To fill out of the rest of the command positions, I've hired additional help from the Merchant Confederacy. I don't get a command? Nope. A vessel has just dropped out of the GATE, sir! That should be them. On screen. KlIk tHE O.c.s. kLiK hEAd rePoRtINg iN, klIk siR! Oh, HI kLik hOnEy! Normal Guy gets a battleship?!?! He is the most qualified member of the team. He will serve as command over the muscle of the fleet and will have ability to obliterate enemy fleets with the Head's main cannon. Normal Guy, why don't you power up the main cannon as a test exercise? YEs, SiR KLik! Excellent. The Head is essentially just a big gun, but that gun packs quite the wallop. pErMIsSioN tO kLiK puLL ALoNgsiDe iNto KLIK forMaTiOn, SIr. Permission granted. Three new contacts, sir! The O.C.S. Nut I reporting in, sir! Bqllr! Welcome Nuts I, II, and III. The lack of escorts during our last encounter was very costly. Smaller, faster ships completely out-maneuvered the Shaft and nearly destroyed her. We won't make that same mistake again. Nuts I, II, and III, assume the standard formation. The fleet is a head, a shaft, and three nuts?!?!?! Almost. There's just one more ship left. What else can there be?!?! And why are there three nuts?!?! Are you alright, Eshey? Three nuts is normal. A new contact, sir! There he is. Crap in a hat. Don't tell me.... Bruce Vayne and the O.C.S. Sack reporting in, sir. Many apologies for the delay. The Sack seems to have thrust and navigational issues. Hold on, sir. We seem to be experiencing some technical difficulties. What do you mean we can't pull into formation with the rest of the fleet? You're telling me that we're just drifting in space? How am I supposed to buy everyone drinks like this?! YOU LET HIM BUILD A CAPITAL LAND VEHICLE?!?!?! Additional pics under the spoiler tag, and comments and criticisms are all welcome!
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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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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
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D10: The Hamilton Belt =================================================================================================================================================== Begin Log, Chapter 1, Part 001: “Ten days after my rehabilitation from the crash…and I’m already in the game… Wonderful. APauLo(s)-5 has been a great help in getting me back in the zone, even though I’m no longer a pilot. I was handed a task to scout for any possible activities in the Hamilton Asteroid Belt, and after staring at a scanner for 48 hours, I found a faint piracy distress signal, it was nearly gone. Now I’m here, what a pile of trash! A barley functioning pump, a couple of empty canisters, and a cut computer. Whoever left here, left in a hurry, perhaps they were scared of our scouts, but this couldn't have happened recently… It looks like it would be a liquid Awesomnium mine, but it’s all solid, pipes are clogged. PauL and I tried to get the damn thing working again, but it wouldn't start. So we just set up a landing zone and waited for a supply ship to set up our own mine right on top of the thing. Yeah know what, I never actually know why I record these stupid messages. I’m just talking to myself with PauL listening. Who knows, maybe someone is listening? Aw, shut up PauL, I’m not hallucinating people listening to me…" Close Log, Chapter 1, Part 001 =================================================================================================================================================== More Pics in spoiler: Beltar’s mask is basically like Starlord’s helmet/mask from GotG. And no, APaouLo(s) is not TARS! C&C welcome! ~Beltar
