Sins of Empire ShipsWhen referring to ships, capital ships are always referred to as a 'she' while support ships are referred to as 'he'. This distinction is made in reference to ancient honor codes which dictated that it was a man's duty to protect any woman in need. The honor codes may no longer apply, but the tradition still stands among warship crews.Sins of Empire Ships3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
WEAPONSweapon systems are divided into tiers. All ships carry three tiers of weapon systems comprised of primary, secondary, and tertiary arrays/banks/batteries. Capital ships also tend to carry one or more main guns/cannons/batteries. Strike craft mount small scale versions of these weapons. The most common being low caliber mass drivers and small lasers, light plasma and particle cannons are also carried by some designs. All strike craft can carry missiles rockets and bombs though payload is limited in non-bomber types.
ION CANNONthese are the biggest guns in the fleet. They require a massive amount of energy to fire and the cooling systems
Basic Assignments-mangaBasic Assignments-manga7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Manga characters are made of basic geometric shapes, the more you know how to put those together in your mind, the better you will be able to draw them.
A good practice to drawing better manga characters is with still life.
1. Draw an egg with all angle, under a single light source.
The egg shape represent the basic shape of the face, once you get the egg shape down and you are able to imagine it in your mind in all angle, you are one step closer being able to do manga face in all angles.
2. Then draw a cone or triangle like shape in all different angles. If you can't find those, get a mug, with handle, and draw it in all different angles, study that shape.
That will be your hint for the manga nose shape changes in all angles.
3. To draw a body in all angles.... find a box, and draw it all different direction. Then move on to drawing boxes in different proportion. Long ones (like the shoe boxes) or square ones, and flatter ones.
4. Study a single T-shirt without anything on it,
Thoughts of a RangerThe night is my realm,Thoughts of a Ranger3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shadows are my home.
This cloak is my companion,
this bow is my own.
These arrows are how i express myself;
these knives are how i fight.
I'm never in the open
and shy from candle light.
I don't like being seen,
and i hate being judged.
I kill so very quickly
and i never hold a grudge.
New Home part 1Please read comments first. :3New Home part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The dust was settling and everything was quiet. It seemed like the end to a story, but it wasn't. The battle, which had seemed to it's participants to have lasted days had lasted merely a few hours. The entire downtown of Mission City was in some form or another destroyed. From a chunk or two taken out of one side of a structure, to several buildings completely demolished- one from having two giant robots come crashing completely through them- it was in ruins.
Captain Lennox took a deep breath and looked at the four still functional mechs in front of him and the two seemingly random kids that had become embroiled in this as well. He'd seen a lot of war in the years that he'd been in the military; neighborhoods lain to waste, disturbingly empty twisted play grounds with blast craters around them, people who had been torn asunder, but now it was on his own soil. The signs that hug at odd a
Lucent LullabysLucent Lullabys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm writing for the first time tonight;
When the love is strong,
And the stars are bright.
Writing for the future...
Writing for the past,
Just to see how long it shall last.
A whispering presence
Of company beholds,
Grasping the words and within they mold.
By the gentle strokes of the pen,
Portraying hurt, but no sin.
Resting at Nightmare's Inn.
Waking up to everything, but still wondering why you've been, where you've been.
Fore love has grown,
The mystery ebbs away and the darkness is gone.
Yet passion is extravagant,
Bursting from the roots.
Life is so much sweeter, when you've found the golden loot.
So for the first time tonight
The writing came to me,
But it is all because of thee.
Thy may not write the swiftest words,
Or speak the chosen sentences.
As Influence has minor and master keys.
Confusion must unravel
To see the beauty within;
Of a poets words, Of a blind mans thoughts, together in a den.
Forever this may withhold,
Displacement....rhymeStanding.Displacement....rhyme7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here in your life
Living through your glassy eyes
Your beauty pierces my flesh like a thousand sharp knives
My soul does not lie
I live for your presence
It is the only reason for my existence...
Just to be beside you and feel the impact of our internal energies
Our physics...our chemistries
I wish I was the sun that caresses your gorgeous face
Shining upon you ever so gently, so brightly
Like some sort of angel, heavenly laced
But from another universe...you came into me
Compelling these alien emotions to erupt within
I wish I was the moon
Guiding you through your darkest night
I watch you drift into unconsciousness
Intruding your REM, like some sort of parasite
As I manipulate your subconsciousness
discombobulating your insides
You cannot seem resist
My allure will continue to persist
Wondering aimlessly through those lucid dreams
Making them all reality, it seems
I am aware of your vulnerability
there is no escaping...
F-59A Sabre II SpecificationsF-59A Sabre II Specifications2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
F-59A Sabre II
The F-59A Sabre II is an advanced 5.5 generation medium weight stealth fighter designed for air superiority. It is powered by a single PDT-60 variable cycle engine that produces 40,000-60,000 lbf (18,143.69-27,215.54 kgf) of thrust via a 2 dimensional thrust vectoring nozzle. This advanced engine can propel Sabre II to a maximum speed of Mach 2.4 at 30,000 ft (9,144 m) while providing efficient cruise performance. Agility is on par with the F-22A Raptor due to the 2D nozzle and very large control surfaces and wing area.
Dimensions & Capacities:
63 ft (19.2 m)
47 ft (14.32 m)
12 ft (3.66 m)
2, Pilot, WSO (2 seat models)
22,000 lbs (9,979 kg) empty
55,000 lbs (24,947.6 kg) MTOW
45,000 lbs (20,411.6 kg) TCW
Internal Fuel Capacity:
18,000 lbs (18.143.7 kg)
2,666 gallons (10,092 L)
Mach 2.4 (1,416 kts, 1,629 mph, 2,623 km
Lady Love's SilhouetteLady Love was such a fine bride,Lady Love's Silhouette7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A maiden which brings me such pride,
Griming with her dark aura in light
Of the wonders of love despite
The never-ending rambles about death,
A journey through my Lady Loves silhouette,
As blood drips down her robust fishnet
Which brings me nothing but remorse,
As I stared down beneath her corpse,
Resting. Floating in a serene dream,
Where I kissed her for what may seem
To be my final time...
Of showing her true loves affection,
As I lie in this awkward deception,
The morbidity of her lying corpse
Resting in this lifes course
Towards a brand new direction,
Where my Lady Loves silhouette
Will be buried, burning her velvet
Robe as her grave begets
The end of the road
As I reminisce the eerie shed of sweat,
Beneath my Lady Loves silhouette.
TFAV Drab05 RP Seeking AnswersTFAV Drab05 RP Seeking Answers4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"That's right. That is what a soldier is all about, yes they go to war, yes they have to end people's lives for the greater good, but is it really for peace or is it a political reason these people need to die? I was told by an old general a while ago that he would rather live in a world without the need for generals, soldiers, or wars."
Victor Keys, when talking to James McAlister about the dangers that await humanity in the inevitable upcoming war and about his scar that defines him as one of the McAlisters.
Year 2009 A.D._
Residence of Matthew Chagon_
One year ago_
(The events of this Roleplay takes place after TFAV Russian Roulette [Parts 1, 2 and 3] and before TFAV Aftermath.)
~Talamone, a small Italian town in Italy, One year ago~
~ The silver-white Lamborigini Reventon sped through the streets of Italy; leaving a maelstrom of dust and air currents in its wake. ~
Victor: [comlink] Ah yes...I have having a meeting
Prostitute. Hunter sat in his car, one hand on the wheel, one hand wrapped around a warm, warm coffee cup that pushed against his wedding ring that solemnly swore he would never stop loving Elizabeth 'til death do them part.Prostitute.10 years ago in Post-Teen (Mature) More Like This
Apparently papers are death to her, he thought, sipping violently on his coffee. It nearly spilt on his lap and he didn't seem to mind. Fucking divorce papers and goddamn divorce court with the fucking guy yammering in my goddamn ear I could smack that fucking look right off his goddamn face.
He stopped the car, put down his coffee, opened the door, took off his ring, and dropped it in a neon puddle. He drove
World of Steam Ch 13Chapter 13World of Steam Ch 137 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sparks flew from Nichol's torch, illuminating the impassive face of the Decepticon leader. Megatron watched the human do the minute repairs to his body from a distance, flanked by Ravage.
How damaged is Starscream? Report.
Ravage didn't move a servo. He laid like a statue carved from stone at Megatron's left. He should be fine. The danger of stasis lock was not too far off, but Nichols will be able to fix him after he completes the repairs on your body. Starscream has changed, I'm not sure he's trustworthy any longer.
I have never trusted him, said Megatron flatly. Still, we will need every available Decepticon to build a ship off this planet. The energy output the earth is high, but I have a distaste for the natives.
We are in agreement there, mighty Megatron. I believe there is a way to get the humans to work for us, they are quite industrious and could build large portions o
The SeductionI saw her standing there,The Seduction9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stepping lightly on the pavement
smoldering beneath her.
All soft curves and smoking movements,
making the air steam with envy
that only for a moment
would it exist within her veins,
in her arteries, giving her life.
It envied her blood this wasted privilege.
Her stilettos trembled with excitement,
her perfect heels arcing gracefully inside them,
flawless toes resting silent,
nestled in tingling black leather.
A thin gold chain heated to burning,
wrapped around ankles curving daintily,
smoking by the touch of her pristine skin.
Calves were hugged by stockings in ecstasy,
winding round her smooth cream flesh,
climbing up toward faultless knees,
bending at just the right angle
to entice beyond return.
They climbed ever higher toward butter cream thighs,
wrapped lusciously in a trembling black skirt,
showing just enough to tease
the unfulfilled eye,
and drive the minds of yearning men wild.
A red silk shirt falls longingly,
down blazing shoulders,
draped over mou
A Foul DeedThe road up to the volcano had been improved significantly since they'd last made the trip. It still wasn't paved but the track was wider and straighter and the ruts they'd had to avoid on the way down from the mountain were gone, leaving a smooth, if dusty, drive back.A Foul Deed10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sparkplug was grateful for the improvements. He didn't think his back could take another bumpy ride in the old pickup truck, especially one as loaded down as his. He and his son, Spike, had spent the entire week in Portland buying all the necessities humans needed to live among giant robots. It had not been an easy task, either. The Ark had been pretty much unfit for humans. The Autobots had reassured the humans that they'd take care of some things, such as plumbing, but it had fallen upon Sparkplug and Spike to supply everything else. The pickup creaked and groaned its way up the mountain road under the weight of everything else.
SirenIm standing on these sleeping shoresSiren6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Deafened by an angels lore
A voice calling in the breeze
From the ocean, the temptress released
A gothic enchantress no one knew
Here beneath this misty blue
Her voice it rings, alluring me
Into the depths of this mystic sea
Come to me, thy blessed kin
Oer pristine waves, I lie august
Come to me, dost seek within
Thy gentle sea to thee doth calleth
Giving in to her enthralling aria
Expressing to me hysterical dementia
But yet with a calming tone
Drawing me into the unknown
Come to me, thy blessed kin
Oer pristine waves, I lie august
Come to me, dost seek within
Thy gentle sea to thee doth calleth
Im sinking into these dreary depths without regrets
Show thy self to me
Come to me
28 Trailbreakers Part 2Dancing28 Trailbreakers Part 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The ground exploded at his feet. Dirt, rocks, and plants went flying as did the black SUV the shot was aimed at. Trailbreaker hit the ground hard and rolled quickly out of the line of fire,
nearly squishing Bluestreak who was curled up in a ball, protecting a damaged and leaking arm.
"Blue? Mech, that looks painful," he said, getting to his knees and examining the gunner.
Another explosion and more dirt and rocks rained down on them. Trailbreaker threw himself over Bluestreak until things calmed down again. He looked around and said, "I think you're out of this battle. C'mon, we need cover."
Bluestreak looked up and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I can't move my arm and that makes it really hard to shoot and well, that means I can't help much."
"Okay, kid," Trailbreaker said. Taking Bluestreak's good arm, the SUV crawled towards a large, shady bush that was big enough to give them some cover.
Sins of Empire: CH 1 PT 1The doors to the council room chambers flew open with a resounding bang as the Empress stormed into the room in a flurry of red armor and rippling cloth. She was flanked on all sides by her Knights of the Guard dressed in black armor with red lining, their faces hidden by their helms.Sins of Empire: CH 1 PT 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Empress glared at the assembled members of her council around the table, not a one of them seated and all at attention.
"Sit down all of you," she snapped.
All seven members sat wordlessly as she took her own seat, slamming her gauntleted hands onto the obsidian table with a bang.
"The meeting did not go as planned then your Excellency?"
The Empress shot a glare at her Grand Vizier, Iago Aldredor rather her uncle's Grand Vizier, all the members of the Grand Council were her uncle's chosen, not hersand tried to maintain her composure as she spoke.
"They believe that recent events," she all but spat the words, "have left the Empire too weakened. It is their considered advice that we should s
FinishedShe was everything to him, his muse, his life, his inspiration. She was curled up on the couch, ringlets of her hair laying, resting on her flushed cheeks. She was wrapped up in the blanket he’d brought out for her that night when she’d come to the door, upset and unexpected, shivering from the cold of the storm.Finished7 years ago in General More Like This
The movements of his paintbrush graced the canvas, gliding in the manner of an Olympic Ice Skater. In shades of pale peach he was capturing her face, crushed against the pillow, and perfect. Leah thought she was beautiful. There was a land of milk and honey in her eyes, and he saw it every time she smiled at him, whenever those big blues would light up. They’d spark like a match to dry wood, and then the forest fire happened, a chain effect of blushing and grinning back, the tree not minding that it was flaming as well because it was no longer alone.
The pillow cover folded and sank in, rose and pinched, wrinkled and rippled beneath her rose-red cheek. Her li
TFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDETFAV Drab 04 RP OP RES PRELUDE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Transformers AlterVerse Drabble 04: Operation Rescue Eagle One Prelude
(Note: The drabbles take place in a series of time frames after TFAV Chapter Arraignment and Answers and before the TFAV Chapter named Rescue Prez)
"President Whitemore has been captured by Russian Forces. Use of him and cabinet as hostages and leverage is inevitable. Revise Request: Send all Autobot Alliance as well as FSOF, NEST and GI JOE Strike Teams to retreive High Priority Target. This is of utmost importance. Failure is not an option."
- Autobot Alliance Pulsewave Communiqué to all Autobot Alliance and Allied forces, 2 days before the launch of Operation Rescue Eagle One.
Year 2010 A.D._
Somewhere in the Middle East_
G.I. J.O.E. (Global Integrated Joint Operations Entity) The Pit_
2 days ago_
Hawk - 'I want reports now! We have to have all our plans in order."
Duke: All the Joes were prepped and ready, but unfortunately we cannot s
Femme FataleTempting lipsFemme Fatale9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And daring eyes
Soft long body
and a coaxing hand with long, sharp nails
Eyes coated with lust
hiding the ferocity
Making her so easy to trust
A voice like velvet
Rolling off a purring tongue
And sliding out luscious lips
[Loaded like guns]
Eyes pulling you into a spell
Telling you to come closer
But never reveling their true hell
Thoughts whispered into your mind
Blurring your instincts
And leaving your logic far behind
[They say you love her]
A tender touch
And teeth's teasing graze
Taking from you, so much
And leading you farther into her haze
A sweet rush
Of blood and
A trickle down your front
From the blade placed carefully into your heart
Twisting in sweet loss
Caressing fingers brush your cheek
While the others are clasped tightly around your soul
Darkness replaces the blood flooding from you
The blood that had just been pounding for her touch
She loved you too
But she fooled you
Baby, Don't Cry"WehwehwehWEHWEH…" Sunstreaker glanced up from the video game he was playing, faceplate twisted in an expression of anger and disgust.Baby, Don't Cry8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What the frag is that horrible racket?"
"WEHWEHWEH!" The racket was getting louder and more insistent. Bluestreak and Hound glanced at each other.
"I don't know," Bluestreak said and got up from the couch. "I've never heard anything like it. Kind of mechanical but it reminds me of something organic too."
He headed for the door to the lounge but it slid open before he could reach it. "WAAAAAAHHHHH!"
The audiosplitting noise blasted into the room and Bluestreak winced, covering his audiosensor.
"Gah!" Sunstreaker shouted. "Whatever it is, get it out of here."
Hound leaned forward on the couch, trying to see what was happening. Standing in the doorway was Spike, and it seemed he was the source of the noise or rather the object he was holding in
Transformers: Small ProblemsSmall ProblemsTransformers: Small Problems7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Day One: Ambush Awry
By: Ghost of the Dawn aka Ty-Chou
Prime, I think this is what weve been waiting for, Prowl called from his place in front of Teletran Ones satellite system. Ive got a large group of Decepticons mobilizing.
Optimus Prime was instantly at the side of his second in command, looking intently on the screen. It was indeed what they had been waiting for. For the past several months, Deceptions had been raiding and stealing technical parts from research labs all over the globe. All of it cutting edge and high tech. What they were attempting to make, none of the Autobots could guess. Even Wheeljack was stumped. Without an idea of what they were trying to do, it was hard to predict where they would hit next. Since the Autobots couldnt monitor the entire globe and all its technical facilities at once, there was only one thing to do. And that was to wait until the Decepticons had finished their project and attempte