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| Mech
 Obsidian  Sci-fi  2014/9/6 21:35
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| A Mech Or Mechanical Vehicle is a large robotic vehicle designed to walk and/or run across rough terrain. These towering robots have been used in nearly every facet of industry and are at the forefront of Security, and Military applications. They differ from power armor in that they require a seated pilot instead of enhancing the pilots own movements. They come in all sizes and shapes and can be found on nearly any world with an technology Rating of 10 or better. Most mechs are constructed from Non-Conventional Materials Such as Adamantine, Durasteel, and Megamesh. Some use enhanced plastics like Carbonate, and Infusium 3, There are magical versions although those differ greatly in construction materials & weaponry. |
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| Obsidian Mask V1
Obsidian Original Characters 2013/10/8 13:14
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| In the early parts of my story Obsidian wears this armor which is replaced by a more powerful and lighter version. |
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| Inside the Sable
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/10/14 12:31
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I have dropped the Lillun back off to Harley and of course thanked him for loaning it to me so I could pick up my new ship. I have named her the SS Sable and while were safe in Sathari space I'll have her refitted. I have asked Harley to loan me some of the crew from the Lillun temporarily while I hunt down a new crew of my own and along with all I'm doing for the ship he obliges with a smile. It's good to have life long friends. The layout of the Sable's bridge is going to take some getting used to but it's not too drastically different from the Lillun or the Runt. I can't wait to get moved in to my new quarters and get a new FTL drive put in her, I coordinate everything with Harley's people and Find that the Emperor himself has assigned me a full time Psi-Mage as my personal guard along with a small compliment of troopers which he says is customary for anyone leaving a high ranking position in the empire. So I have some muscle on the trip. The Psi-Mage is a Hathhiss By the name of Shrrisa and she's one tough looking customer I think I'm going to like her. Once my bags are packed and I've said my farewells I head straight to the Solar system destination: Earth.
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/10/10 23:49
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Thor the Mighty, Odinson, The Mighty Thor, these are just some of the names given to the Norse god of thunder. His entry and that of many of earth's deities is intended to flesh out faiths within the Galaxy Five game and priests of the each faith will have their own edicts to which they subscribe. I hope it will be fun for all ages.
This of course is an updated version of my original Thor who for me looked a bit...like a dandy and i need my God of Thunder to taken seriously. |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2014/3/31 20:42
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| No story just a Beauty shot of the Spectre |
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| Meanwhile
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/3/13 20:39
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In a regal throne room seated upon his throne in quiet contemplation sits the Immortal God-King of the Hadean empire. Cautiously the Grand Vizier enters the room, quietly and nervously for he knows his master will not be pleased with the news he has to deliver. The God-King is not known for his tolerance of bad news...or the deliverer of bad news. Which is, in fact how he became Grand Vizier in the first place. He clears his throat nervously and kneels before steps leading to the massive throne.
"Speak."
The booming voice fills the vast empty room sending a chill down the Vizier's spine, and a wave of fear washes over him despite how many times he has been in his master's presence the fear never quite goes away.
"Your Majesty, I have news from Derimar 7. It seems that your uh specimen, has been liberated."
The fear inside Malik rises as the mighty being rises to his feet and descends down the steps...methodically..and deliberately step by terrifying step, and for a moment Malik fears the worst.
"How did this happen?"
At 12 feet tall the massive visage of Lord Abominous is imposing to say the least. Malik's eyes stay fixed on the floor never once meeting his master's gaze for there were harsh penalties for something even so trivial as that. Penalties such as having one's eyes removed...without the benefit of anesthesia.
"The ones known as The Scions of Justice attacked the facility and our forces were overwhelmed."
"OVERWHELMED?"
Abominous roars. Malik tries hard to conceal the shivering from his fear while bracing himself for certain doom.
"There were 800 troops stationed at that facility and you're telling me that they were overwhelmed by a paltry few Heroes?"
Abominous gestures for the Vizier to rise. from the corner of his eye Malik takes note and quickly moves to his master's side and the two walk together. Nervously Malik replies.
"The infinity-man was with them, our troops were no match for his power."
"Bah, I knew he would become a thorn in my side. What is the status on the weapon?"
"The Scions have a powerful psychic among their number, it is safe to assume he will make a full recovery sire."
"So be it. Initiate phase two, and Malik..."
"Yes Lord Abominous?"
"Do not fail me again, or it's the pit, understood?"
"I-I swear I will not fail you my lord."
With a smile that frightens Malik to his very core his master says...
"See that you don't, and one more thing...summon my royal guard I have a mission for them. The Scions of Justice have interfered with my plans for the last time."
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| Alternate Dimensions
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/3/21 8:16
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| Obsidian Mask finds himself in the Mass Effect universe...just one of the many perils of folding space in a turbulent region. Unfortunately for the Collectors, their ship will be no match for the Lillun's Antimatter FTL missles and VF cannons. The alliance has made a powerful ally, though there are no other Luminesti Elves in this universe. The lovely Cmdr. Joanna Shepard and her Normandy will be assigned to helping Obsidian and the crew of the Lillun find a way to return to their home dimension. |
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Obsidian Sci-fi 2015/8/23 21:13
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Obsidian's quarters are accessed to the right and left of the main view screen on the bridge, Obsidian's quarters surround the bridge on both sides and were it not for the bridge itself would take up all of deck one in the bridge tower. As the Lillun's bridge section has been replaced so too have his quarters. The Captain's quarters are now more spacious as well as more luxuriant and are equipped with essential interfaces and a great deal of personalization, such as the four burner stove-top that Obsidian enjoys cooking on, and his coffee maker. The quarters come complete wit what is essentially a spacious home complete with personal restroom with Jacuzzi, shower and sauna, a large sleeping area with entertainment system (full 20th century videos and audio are in the master library), there is also a personal laboratory for private R&D. Since becoming the God of Shadows and Intrigue Obsidian has gained many skills and intends to have a Skill chip set implanted upon relinquishing his powers. While he won't be able to improve upon the skillchip's database they will nevertheless grant him a few specialized skills he has yet to master.
I love creating interior rooms I can get lost in them for hours tweaking this or that until I have just the right look and feel. This one took the better part of two days to refine and 2 hours to render...well worth it for just a shot of this gorgeous living room IMHO. |
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| Zorr rides again
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/5/21 2:24
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| A new character on the scene Roberto de la Vega descendant of the infamous Don Diego de le Vega dons his own mask in the fight against evil...armed with his Plasma Rapier and his Neuro-Whip and with his cyber steed Toranado 4.8...Zorro rides again! |
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| Species Kaerna
Obsidian Sci-fi 2016/4/20 20:43
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| The Reptilian Kaerna are one of the many species that inhabit the Sathari galaxy. Like their lesser evolved cousins they are susceptible to the cold and become lethargic. Their head tendril has amazing strength at nearly 4 times the rest of their body. it can be used in a prehensile fashion but it's true purpose is only evident during mating. The tendrils are where their reproductive organs are located. Interestingly enough their females possess mammary glands which is something of a scientific enigma and they bear their young live. The embryos are funneled to the abdomen where they develop over 14 months. Young Kaerna are like tadpoles having no limbs which develop over their first 2 years. Technologically hey have all the advantages of any world in the empire and their technological level is up to the galactic standard. |
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| Leviathan redux
Obsidian Fantasy 2014/9/26 10:34
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| After much deliberation about bubbles i have determined the following...The lines in the bubble sucked, they bubbles were necessary for a whale having the life and Air squeezed out of it. The foreground imagery was there to give a sense of depth and failed. but not entirely. Now see the new version with many many corrections. |
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| Dungeons and not Dragons
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/2/11 0:17
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After questioning the traitor we discover that the Aliens that have been attacking us may not necessarily be doing it for sinister purposes. We've gotten the temporal coordinates for a temple of sorts and have infiltrated the place and are making our way through to the inner most reaches. As one might suspect the place is loaded with traps, as I assumed it would be. The whole scenario is playing out like some sort of bad movie. everything is so cliche. Panterra and Shadawar along with Obsidian Psi-Mage are close '
behind. As we make our way I can't help but notice the how ancient the whole place seems. My scan set it at millions of years and some of it is crumbling. The walls are covered in ancient hieroglyphs which my computer is trying to decipher with no success. There's some magic at work here but it's carefully hidden. We can detect is presence but not what type or purpose. Panterra begins sniffing...literally, as though he has caught a scent.
"Stop" he says cautiously "I've picked up an unfamiliar scent, very fresh."
"Which way?"
"Ahead and then around the first corner."
"You have point then."
As Panterra moves to the front of our party the Psi-Mage speaks up.
"Are you certain that is a good idea? He's not one of us."
"I know and that's what I'm counting on. Speaking of which, how come none of you guys brought your friends along? Seems like a logical move."
"This was thought to be best handled by only the Obsidian's. Our friends have no knowledge of these events."
"You kept it a secret? Are you guys all riding the short bus? What did you think you were protecting them from? Nothing good comes from keeping things from your friends simply because you think they wouldn't understand, or because you're trying to protect them. I don't do anything alone, as you'll soon see."
As we turn the corner the place opens up into row upon row of pillars with what appears to be an altar in the center. Stealthily we make our way to the center and spread out to make a more difficult target. A lone figure stands in the center and what at first appeared to be a simple altar can now be seen clearly for the command console that it is. The alien operating it doesn't seem to notice us as we get closer and closer. Then suddenly without warning he raises his hand and The Psi-Mage is gone, vaporized in a flash of blue-white light along with the pillar he was hiding behind. The little bastard's victory is short lived as a red shuriken impales his hand. A split second later it explodes removing said hand and sending the creature flying. Before it can recover it's lifted high into the air and dangles their unable to move thanks to Shadawar's Psionics. I draw my pistol and tell the red skinned being
"I'm not sure if you know how this works but I promise you two things: You're gonna answer my questions, and It's gonna hurt each time you don't."
Then he starts laughing, and it doesn't take long to figure out why. In his good hand is a detonator. I scan the place frantically searching for explosives and find plenty. The whole place is rigged to blow The thing speaks but my on board translators can't decipher itBut I know what he's saying...and before he can make good on it a voice comes over my comms.
"Don't sweat pal, I got this one."
The room lights up for just a split second and I know what just happened. I lift my faceplate and look right at the alien and say boldly.
"Go for it!"
He smiles smugly and depresses the button...but nothing happens. He looks puzzled and presses the button over and over and over Still nothing. From the shadows a voice, the same voice from my comms, says.
"The thing about detonators is, they don't work without these..."
Stepping from the shadows Thunderbolt hold up a couple of tiny fusion batteries which only a split second ago, were in the detonator the alien was holding.
"Like I said, Questions, Hurt...now let's get started."
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| Outpost 231
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/7/9 9:39
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Located on a distant planet outpost 321 stands as and shining example of how well the citizens of the IGFW come together to make the impossible happen. The planet it is located on is 85% water with several small continents and hundreds of tiny islands. The crews rand into tropical storms and all manner of sea life which threatened to end their colonization of this distant water world. Through perseverance and hard work the initial colonists managed to etch out a place in the barren waters and now inhabit most of the major landmasses on the planet. Outpost 231 is now a major stop for all deep space mission as it is the last resupply post on the far reaches of explored space. The planet's population began with just 1,435 people and in just 5 years is a booming 500,346 with more arriving all the time.
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Obsidian Marvel Comics 2014/3/7 20:52
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| My greatest inspiration as an artist has always been Spider-Man |
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Obsidian Original Characters 2015/8/6 9:31
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Back aboard the Lillun I put the mages to work on breaking the enchantments of Razor's sword. After a couple of weeks they come up with a way to allow Harley, and myself to heal normally again. Which is great news. As soon as I get this Nechronos business out of the way I'll get my arm fixed but for now I am going to take full advantage of the cybernetics and put a few more tricks into the wiring. As I get to the lab I hear what sounds like someone throwing a fit, and I assume it's ray having a conniption over a misplaced tool or some other trivial thing...I am so wrong, and what happens next becomes the worst day of my immortal life. The door opens and figure clad in a purple and black nano-armor suit turns to face me. I don't how he got onto my ship or why the scanners didn't detect him but I don't wait for an explanation.I pull out one of my pistols and take a shot. Imagine my surprise when this guy extends an arm-blade like the one in my cyber arm, and deflects the bullet I just fired. Okay he's got skills, I summon my sword to my hand and lunge, and lo and behold his arm-blade gets sliced in half. it's gratifying to know that still works on some people. This guy does not miss a beat though and with his off hand grabs my wrist and flips backwards twisting my arm. The move is very specific to my Ninja clan and I recognize it right away, I only have 2 choices, flow with it and release my grip on my sword, or keep my sword and get a dislocated wrist and elbow for my trouble. I know something about my sword that he doesn't and this guy just signed his own death warrant. I release my grip and he has my weapon, his funeral as the enchantments allow me to command anyone holding it to die...and then they die. This fight is over. As he stands there menacing me with my mystical weapon I utter the command phrase.
"Drop Dead!"
And....to my utter horror...nothing happens. He laughs and turns for the door. In an instant I'm on top of him, but he twists as I make contact and instead of tackling him I'm impaled on my own weapon. The 2 dimensional edge easily penetrates my armor and just barely misses my heart. I push off of the intruder to prevent him from sliding the blade left or right and cutting me in half and flop to the floor, he managed to sever my spinal cord and I can't feel anything from the middle of my torso down. I'm done for, I can't escape,and that's when the worst day of my immortal life unfolds. As he moves in for the kill, Moonshadow arrives to help me, but this crazy bastard turns to challenge her instead of running. You would think he'd have enough sense to run but he must not know she's a demigod, or he just doesn't care. I'm horrified as I watch her attack him only to be run clean through with my weapon, the look of absolute shock is burned into my memories as everything seems to slow and time itself stops for just a moment. Mercifully, he pulls the arcane weapon from between her breasts where it had just severed her heart. I try to scream but nothing comes out. As Moonshadow's body slumps lifelessly to the ground I struggle to try and stop this maniac but with my injury I am powerless to do anything, all I can do is blame myself and wonder how could I be so careless? Just then I manage to spit out the words "Intruder Alert" along with what feels like a pint of blood. In an instant my troops are all over the place and the intruder simply teleports away. when I regain consciousness I find myself in the sickbay with my wounds healed and my spine reattached. I spring from the table and grab the doc by the arm.
"Where's Moonshadow?"
I'm screaming now, and the doc places his hand on my shoulder to clam me.
"Her wounds are not that severe, but I cannot help her. Within the next hour...I'm sorry."
I just look at him puzzled, and then I remember that my sword was created with divine magic and is capable of mortally wounding a god and can kill one if wielded by anyone who is at least immortal or has divine power. I could kill a god with that thing because I'm immortal although anyone could could cause a temporary death like state to a god with it. In the hands of a mortal a god would be technically dead, although it would only last a few years typically the god could not return within the wielder's lifetime. However, if used by an immortal...there is no way to heal the wound and any fatal wound will kill such a being forever. Slaying a god is not just a matter of killing them though as their place in the universe must be maintained. This means anyone slaying a god typically takes there power as well but one has to be there at the time of death to do that and that purple bastard teleported. I don't know what will happen now I only pray he wasn't immortal. As I walk into the room I see Moonshaddow lying there, he skin ashen gray no longer the vibrant black that has warmed me for many nights now. My heart aches as I look upon her fading visage.
"My darling, come closer."
The voice that used to calm me to my core is now only a whisper as I sit by her side.
"Listen to me my love, the one who did this to me was an immortal." My heart sinks at the words, and I can't help but cry.
"You don't know that."
I say as I hold her close. What she says next break my heart and practically shatters my soul.
"I can feel the power in me leaving. he didn't claim it as his own and so it is mine to give. I give it to you...I know...you'll want to avenge me...but don't throw away your life...Live on...love again...you have forever. I love you."
Her last I love you is escapes her lips like a sigh, and a glowing light hovers just above her now lifeless body. Her voice echoes in the air and the last words she says to me changes me forever.
"Take this power with my love."
Reluctantly I reach out with tear filled eyes and embrace her ghostly image as this new divine energy courses through me...instantly my mind is cleared and a feeling of peace washes over me. I rise from the bd and kiss Moonshadow's body on her head and walk away. I had love again...and it was stolen from me again. I don't know who that guy was or what he wanted and I don't care but I am going to find him...and then I'm going to squeeze the life from him.
I'm lost in a rage I can't describe, it's more overwhelming than anything I have ever felt, and I am reminded that divine beings exemplify emotions and they are more intense for them. How Moonshadow must have felt for me. To love with a divine heart must have been truly amazing. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of thunder. Thunder? On my ship? Oh god, it can only mean...
"SOMEBODY DIES!!!!!"
The voice echoes throughout the ship, it can only be.
"THE BLACK MANTIS WILL HAVE BLOOD FOR BLOOD!!!"
I have never seen him angry, in 300 years not once has he ever raised his voice but with the death of Moonshadow...I am horrified at the thought. Just then he bursts through the door. Normally they open side to side but today they're swung inwards, and are very broken. Lightning courses around the Black Mantis's body and he seems to glow. His diminutive 4' 3" stature stands a hulking 8 feet tall, and a cape flows behind him and in his right hand is a massive, spiked, Hammer. His simplistic costume has been replaced by one of pure divine power and I am more terrified than I have ever been in my life. The god of storms and chaos wants answers. |
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| Zero-Mech
Obsidian Fantasy 2015/5/10 17:54
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| Many of the ground battles in the millennium wars were fought with giant robotic vehicles nicknamed "Mechs" which come in a wide variety of shape, sizes, materials, and capabilities. They have replaced the tank in most respects although tanks are still used today as they are cheaper to manufacture than Mechs. Obsidian has one from his days in the millennium wars that has been retrofitted with both magical and technological upgrades. he has named it Harbinger and rarely uses it. The various systems populated by the Namae have since required him to dust it off and enter it from time to time in their Mech Wars gladiator games. In the last year Harbinger is has remained undefeated in it's weight class. |
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| The Sentries
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/4/24 23:49
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The Sentinels are a group of heroes who were established purely by accident. They are some of the most powerful heroes in the five galaxies and consist of the heroes:
Spectre mistress of fear, Sentry a Galactic sentinel with powered armor and above the law status throughout the IGFW systems. Red Eagle master detective, The Guardian the last of the Nerari and powerful enough to move a planet out of it's orbit. Paragon the heroic powerhouse whose strength is surpassed only by the hero Infinity-Man, and Phoenix the cosmic powered hero whose fiery powers are as yet not fully realized. All of these heroes can fly...all are registered...and all of them are fully supported by authorities on all IGFW worlds. More on these individuals to come in their independent entries. |
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Obsidian Fantasy 2015/6/14 0:03
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| This Gothic Mausoleum is my current project for modeling in 3dsmax...I hate it and I wish i was doing something else. But I have to shoot this, convert it into a couple of images and build a crypt of my own using those images.Yay |
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| Planet Anara 2
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/3/5 7:28
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| Anara 2 The mountainous home of the winged Anaran people has few plateaus on which to build or advance but after many thousand of years the Anaran people have conquered their world and built massive structures easily the match for any world. The various towns and posts that dot the rocky landscape are often miles apart and are usually only reachable by flight. Off worlders who can fly have an easier time when visiting Anara 2 anyone else is strongly encouraged to use Flight Packs/Belts as Hover vehicles have relatively few places where they can land. There are in more recent times, large expanses that have been terraformed for tourists and such areas are simply leveled mountains with sprawling tourist cities and theme park attractions making Tourism one of Anara's principal resources. There are also a number of "Legalized" forms of entertainment andAnara is well known for it slave marketing. The IGFW has a standing agreement with Anara which prohibits the capture and sale of any creature from any world under IGFW jurisdiction. In return the IGFW is required to enforce any sale, and apprehend and return any escaped slaves within their territories. This has sparked huge debates and fired off a great deal of controversy. The Reason the IGFW would uphold or be part of such a treaty is simple: The Aanaran people possess something the IGFW wants or needs...though it has not yet been revealed exactly what that is, as far as the general public knows Anara 2 is strategically located and is thus a valuable asset. |
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Obsidian TV and Movies 2015/1/12 21:30
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| Watching the Lord of the rings and the Hobbit I just had to do this one |
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| Golden Phoenix
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/8/26 19:50
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A character I'm developing I'm not sure what powers to give him beyond flight, strength, Heat expulsion, Immortality, enhanced distance vision, limited invulnerability, healing and the ability to understand any language, spoken or written.
For a back story I'm thinking he always was the phoenix and just doesn't remember his past life before his latest resurrection, a sort of amnesia affects him every time he is reborn and takes quite a bit of time to regain his lost knowledge. For the time being he poses as a hero and as his normal job he is a linguistics professor. Name Peter Nixon. Whatcha think?
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| The Sphinx Bridge
Obsidian Sci-fi 2016/5/16 5:05
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| When designing a bridge I usually start with a Trekkie type design. Captain center of everyone and navigation in a forward position all the other stations can be wherever although I like the idea of having tactical behind the captain's chair. But this one was a little different. I had to add elements of an Egyptian culture and still keep it sci-fi. Some Stargate props sure helped out and make for great aesthetics. |
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Obsidian Video Game 2015/5/9 14:45
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| I fully intend to create a pen and paper version of Mass Effect, and then submit it to BioWare for licensing...providing someone hasn't already beat me to the proverbial punch. This would be my preliminary cover. |
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| Firebird Dossier
Obsidian Original Characters 2017/4/28 17:00
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James Holden, is a gen ab. He was born in the northern America continent on the eastern bay of the city of New Detroit. His powers are as follows:
Energy manipulation Fire (reduce or intensify)
Energy emission fire and heat.
Invulnerability Fire
Limited Invulnerability Magical fire
Immolation fire
Create construct fire
Flight
Vulnerabilities: Firebird requires oxygen to create flames this means he cannot generate flames in a vacuum without the assistance of additional chemicals.
Firebird can focus his flames to to simulate jet thrusters or even a high heat welding torch. Firebird can also ignite any kind of flammable material. It is important to know that Firebird does not usually leave a flame trail but there is often residual effects from creating fires.
James statistics:
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 250 lbs
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Black
Age 22:
Occupation: Journalist
Military training: Some basic self defense
Siblings: None
Known Relatives: None
Str: 17
Agl: 15
Int: 18
Psy: 13
End: 19
Pre: 15
Weapon skills: Small arms Basic proficiancy
Non-Weapon skills:
Journalism (Bachelor's Degree)
Creative writing
Investigative research
Criminology
Forensics
Computer sciences
Computer hacking
Cooking (professional quality)
Art (drawing/sketching)
Driving (domestic)
Pilot Ship (Frigate and smaller)
Navigation (Land, air sea, space)
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| You will not
Obsidian Original Characters 2015/7/22 1:19
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Harley has a major conniption, as soon as i tell him of the Clan's decision, but he relents and accepts it. "Besides" he adds "She's kinda cute."
With that out of the way I manage to get back on track and hunt down that bastard that took my arm. We finally track him down to a lava type planet within the Hadean Galaxy and under cloak. The lead indicates that he'll be in a refinery that has discovered a rich vein of Mythril. The same metal the sword he used to remove my arm was made of. Harley and I head planet side and begin hunting our quarry. No sooner do we hit planetside when we are greeted by not less than 4 heavily armed hired guns.
In a pitched battle we manage to finish them off and since there's a shit load of lava getting rid of the corpses is easy.
The suddenly, out of nowhere Harley lets out a scream, I turn to see him holding his stomach and standing a few feet away is Razor!
"Ha Ha Ha, Looks like your Chunin is still a little green."
"You got joke I see, I'll have you smiling out of the other side of your face."
"I see you got your arm fixed....Cybernetics huh? I should've known that cutting off a limb even one you couldn't heal wouldn't slow you down. New armor too? Looks like I made you rethink your whole strategy. Well you're not underestimating me anymore now are you?"
"I'm going to slit your throat and watch you bleed out as i watch the life fade from your eyes."
"That's a bit dark for you Obsidian...but then maybe that's who you really are. How about this, I kill your friend here while you watch!"
He raises his sword to land the killing blow when a purple blur lands in front of Harley blocking the deadly strike, and for a moment Razor looks stunned.
"Lady Orchid?"
"None other you bastard."
"What have you to do with these Gaijin?"
"You will not harm that which is mine!!! If you so much as touch one more hair on his head you WILL deal with me, and we both remember how that went last time don't we? Yes, you remember it like it was yesterday, only this time I won't be as merciful."
I can only stand there in stunned silence and while my mouth utters the phrase "DAFUQ?" no sound ever escapes my lips. Zaeerah? It can only be her and apparently she has beat Razor at some point. I'm floored, I assumed the Clan sent me some rookie Genin but I should have known better.
"Very well Lady Orchid, you can have your precious little Chunin his day, maybe I'll kill him later."
"If you come near him again I'll carve out your heart and show it to you while it's still beating."
"Until we meet again Obsidian..."
Razor turns and bolts off.
Enraged I scream "Not this time you son of a bitch..." and tear off after him. I give chase and he leads me on but good but there's no escaping me this time...He manages to give me the slip and makes it to his ship...I pull out my pistol and lock an anti-matter grenade. I pull the trigger and his tiny ship explodes into dust. As I admire my handiwork the Lillun calls me and informs me that another ship just jumped to hyperspace... Dammit, he got away again!!!! The Lillun can't jump to hyperspace, no hyperdrive, a critical flaw I intend to fix. Until next time you bastard.
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| A day off.
Obsidian Original Characters 2016/11/9 9:22
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I have just been told we may not be able to return home, that the vortex that led us here is no longer detectable to our sensors and I have no idea what to do next. I have competent crew working on a solution. I'm standing in my office staring out the window at the planet below...I often find myself doing that. This situation went from exasperating, to desperate. As I contemplate the situation my doorbell chimes:
"Enter."
Shadawar comes walking in, a look of concern on his face, dear heavens don't let it be more bad news.
"Captain, I'd like to speak to you about a personal matter."
"Oh thank the gods."
"What?"
"Honestly, I thought you were coming in here to tell me the power core was overloading or something."
"No heh heh, nothing even close. I just have this crewman who is working himself to death and refuses to take any breaks. I wanted your input on how I should handle it."
"Is he becoming a danger?"
"no but I'm afraid it may be interfering with his performance."
"Well have the The chief medical officer issue a medical for 24 hours R and R. I don't want anyone endangering this mission."
"I already spoke to the doctor and I have the order here."
".......it's for me isn't it?"
"Yup 24 hours R and R. As per YOUR orders sir."
"You know this isn't a military ship right, and that I don't have to follow those orders?"
"Yeah but I think you're overworking yourself. You've handled every critical aspect of this mission personally and it's been a bit much. You should seriously take a day to sort it all out. I can handle things for a day sir, get some rest...doctor's orders."
"Okay fine, maybe you're right. Just, keep the ship in one piece will ya?"
I turn the reigns over to my very astute first officer and head to my quarters where...five women are apparently waiting for me. I really hadn't been looking forward to dealing with this. The second I walk through the door I am assailed by women catering to my every need. Aini removes my helmet, and she's apparently been telling the others how to remove my armor as they disassemble it like pro's. I'm tired so I don't protest as they lead me to a hot steaming bath. I receive pampering the likes of which I have never known before. My mind becomes awash as these five ladies treat me like a king. They can cook their butts off and make a meal I won't forget any time soon. I discover the sister's names are Iote, Ninniach, and Vanim. There are many customs among her people that are strictly between husband and wife and they each take turns observing them. Aini of course is eager to help and any trepidation I felt before is washed away in a haze of delight. What's the old saying? "In for a penny, in for a pound?" I'm never gonna be good with this but maybe I can make it work. The next morning the Ai is waiting for me at the foot of my bed on her knees and I nearly lose it.
"Aini!!!!" I shout.
Aini rushes into the room, and immediately identifies the problem.
"N'uma amin arwen, lle uma il- kawa n'ala lle verno'. ro irma ten' lle a' be ho companion il- ho mool. ikotane duna, ro naa sai- lovien. lle coia yassen lye ar' sina lye men, saesa Soora lye customs."
(No my lady, you do not bow before your husband. he desires for you to be his companion not his servant. So rise, he is very loving. You live with us and this our way, please follow our customs)
Ai nods and I help her to her feet. She looks away, and all I can do is sigh. I lift her chin so that I'm staring in her ice blue eyes. I kiss her gently on the lips and she smiles. I feel warm and fuzzy and Aini is positively beaming. I can't look at this as a mistake anymore, I have to own this. I wanted peace with their people and this was part of the price for that peace. These women didn't ask for this but they accepted it. As for as Ai knows I am a demon just like Aini, or possibly worse. I have to do right by them and honor this arrangement in good faith. The ladies are a a team and a seamless one at that, they work effortlessly in the kitchen together. I call Aini over to me, she's gonna be my go to girl for managing this household, and as she approaches Ai speaks up.
"Aini, amin naa yeste' verne', whatever amin verno' quena, naa ten' amin ears. stay manke lle naa. verno', lle melar Lotesse sinta sut things moota sinome, nan' quel verno', ta naa amin yamen' san- acre en' lye eska. saesa quena a' amin."
(Aini, I am first wife, whatever my husband speaks, is for my ears. Stay where you are. Husband, your lover may know how things work here, but good husband, it is my place to take acre of our home. Please speak to me.)
I raise my hand towards Aini, and nod. With a look of concern she backs down.
"ai, lle quena sanya, Amin hiraetha. saesa nyara aini cael- ilye maa (exclamation)' lle report a' i' medical room ten' y' universal translator mauya. ta will halani lle rangw- i' dirthen lye ilye quena n'uma matter sut n'ataya ron naa."
(Ai you speak the truth. I apologize. please tell Aini to have each of you report to the medical room for a universal translator implant. it will help you to understand the languages we each speak no matter how different they are.)
Ai looks at her sisters and Aini and they leave for the Medbay. They each kiss me goodbye in turn and head out. I smile and think how I couldn't find one love and now apparently I have 5 and to my disbelief it's not a competition and nobody is accusing me of cheating. As I look around my quarters I realize that they are too small to accommodate six people and make a call to Sabrina.
"Engineering, this is the captain."
"Aye sir?" Sabrina chimes back immediately
"As soon as its convenient I am going to need to see you in my quarters."
"Only so long as you're not planning to add me to your harem sir."
Smartass,.
"Ha...ha...ha." I say wryly "You're close but not quite. I need to expand my quarters to accommodate my wives. As soon as you have time I need you up here to extend my living quarters if possible."
"okay captain, as soon as I'm able."
Maybe this won't be so bad after all.
The next thing I do is turn on my video equipment and watch and old tv show...I think I'm going to enjoy my day off...maybe even...make a sandwich and have a beer. Yeah. |
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| One more for the Tron, this time the badass of the movie...Tron/Rinsler. I created a similar image some years ago and this is an updated version...once more...Enjoy. |
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| I got to searching through my library and came acrosss this outfit that i never used for it's intended purpose and since I'm doing this "Blue Period" I figured what the hell. Enjoy some Tron Legacy everybody. |
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| T'Yar 6
Obsidian Sci-fi 2014/2/28 15:22
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The desert planet T'Yar 6 home of the T'Yar species is incredibly arid, nearly all of the water flows deep beneath the planet's surface, advanced techniques in drilling and mining have allowed the people of T'Yar not only tap those resources but to establish thriving cities on what would otherwise be barren wastelands. T'Yar was a trading post in the outer rims territories however, after the War it began serving as a haven to smugglers, pirates, bounty hunters and mercenaries. T'Yar authorities are hard pressed to remove these elements and their contributions to the local economies are vital so much of the illegal contraband and activities are overlooked...for a price.
"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy"- Obi-Wan Kenobi |
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| Planet Masnat 4
Obsidian Original Characters 2014/2/26 21:18
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| Masnat 4 is home to the Hogaffi a race of eel-like humanoids who specialize in weapons development. The Zero-Men arrive to contract them for several of their more advanced Crew-Class clones. Replacing their previous key clone crew members lost in battle. Medical personnel and engineers vital to the ship and crew's survival...they will not be cheap. |
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