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Captain Nic
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After a long hiatus composed of Doom, schoolwork, and general braindeadness...
New stuff!
I. Traditional
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only imminent war. A farthing to anyone who can guess what I based this on.
I need to take my meds.
The rest is dedicated to setting development:
Inking practice.
You see, back where Captain Nic hailed from, the Teknikan Empire got stuck in a long, long war. Can you guess why they haven't won yet? It involves a very unique case of Reality Bending leakage...
"You see, here in our Alliance, flag-bearers can be hand picked from any of the rank-and-file troops. I used to be one myself, and I never enjoyed the job one bit. In the Empire, though, it's different. Ever since God-knows-when, the Imperials started assigning 'veksilaries,' or something to the effect, to carry their flags. And the kicker? These guys carried their flags into battle. None of us here in the Alliance see the practicality in that, but I guess it's a big deal in the Empire.
Now, these... 'veksilaries' were pretty tough guys by Imperial loyalist scum standards, and even I think 'tough guy' is an understatement. They'd be able to flail around their flags like battle-axes, while still being able to shoot the nearest sap unlucky enough to look him in the eye. But that's not all. I once saw this fella, with the flag, who yelled like some sorta oversized beastie, the sort you only see in a holo-feature. You'd be able to hear his voice for miles around; fraggin' terrifying. What followed was the usual ax-charge by Imperial infantry, who, by now, have gotten high and stopped giving a single fuck in the world. I got out of the ensuing melee, but the sight of that Teknikan flag-bearer is gonna haunt me till the day I die."
"Do you have an AT weapon?"
"No. Not a single one, sir!"
"Then I'm going in!"
Individual infantry role concept for the Teknikans. I'm working on other factions, but I'm gonna need some notes from you guys.
The baseline for the other factions:
-Space USMC combined with Space Wehrmacht.
-Space IDF combined with Space JSDF.
"Those Allied blokes aren't gonna wait for you to run! Shoot!"
II. Photography
Chicken pesto sandwich, made with wheat bread, sandwich spread, and with a serving of plain-salted potato chips. I prepared this myself, but I think I should've had a different choice of dressing.
I am now taking requests. If there are any details you wish to elaborate on, kindly drop me a PM.
New stuff!
I. Traditional
In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only imminent war. A farthing to anyone who can guess what I based this on.
I need to take my meds.
The rest is dedicated to setting development:
Inking practice.
You see, back where Captain Nic hailed from, the Teknikan Empire got stuck in a long, long war. Can you guess why they haven't won yet? It involves a very unique case of Reality Bending leakage...
"You see, here in our Alliance, flag-bearers can be hand picked from any of the rank-and-file troops. I used to be one myself, and I never enjoyed the job one bit. In the Empire, though, it's different. Ever since God-knows-when, the Imperials started assigning 'veksilaries,' or something to the effect, to carry their flags. And the kicker? These guys carried their flags into battle. None of us here in the Alliance see the practicality in that, but I guess it's a big deal in the Empire.
Now, these... 'veksilaries' were pretty tough guys by Imperial loyalist scum standards, and even I think 'tough guy' is an understatement. They'd be able to flail around their flags like battle-axes, while still being able to shoot the nearest sap unlucky enough to look him in the eye. But that's not all. I once saw this fella, with the flag, who yelled like some sorta oversized beastie, the sort you only see in a holo-feature. You'd be able to hear his voice for miles around; fraggin' terrifying. What followed was the usual ax-charge by Imperial infantry, who, by now, have gotten high and stopped giving a single fuck in the world. I got out of the ensuing melee, but the sight of that Teknikan flag-bearer is gonna haunt me till the day I die."
"Do you have an AT weapon?"
"No. Not a single one, sir!"
"Then I'm going in!"
Individual infantry role concept for the Teknikans. I'm working on other factions, but I'm gonna need some notes from you guys.
The baseline for the other factions:
-Space USMC combined with Space Wehrmacht.
-Space IDF combined with Space JSDF.
"Those Allied blokes aren't gonna wait for you to run! Shoot!"
II. Photography
Chicken pesto sandwich, made with wheat bread, sandwich spread, and with a serving of plain-salted potato chips. I prepared this myself, but I think I should've had a different choice of dressing.
I am now taking requests. If there are any details you wish to elaborate on, kindly drop me a PM.
