Just wanted to get out of close-up planet, brightness and purple this time!
I made this in straight 5 hours ( I was tired and there was lots of adding and cutting) and please please forgive me and don't hate me if you expected something else or better work than this. I just had the mood to make something like that and it's my favorite and I really hope you like it. Thanks a lot to who voted for whether new work or version
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decided to play with my tablet and try my hand at painting a nebula... type... thingy... and this is what came out. i finally got my planets to where i have always wanted them to be, thanks to the help of an open planet resource that ~thiagochackal was kind enough to share [link] . i also had the help of a tut for the nebula brushing by *ladyrapid here [link] .
anyway, spent about 5-6 hours on this, and im very proud of it.
photoshop cs3 stock used: a modified (by myself) texture from nasa for the earthy planet, rest is me
original resolution: 1400x2383
if i dont get around to it, thanks for your faves in advance. i really do appreciate everyone of them.
edit- changed rings and planet texture
edit #2- changed rings and planet texture... again
Spent a couple of days on this one, Trying to Figure out what to do in the background. I used a couple of different Texture brushes and a Nebula brush, Liquify it a bit and got the Results pretty decent.
Took a couple of Pieces I had made, and made One Good piece out of it. Originally the Nebula I made it for some Planet Piece I Finished yesterday, but overall it didn't look good at all. so I went back and Redid a lot of stuff while adding a Bunch of Other stuff and got this Result. The Theme of it is a Ghostly Gas Giant roaming near a Ghostly Nebula.
I Always wanted to make a Space piece using Two Gas Giants. Spent a bit on creating a Scenario on having Two Gas Giants and Two smaller Planets, Orbiting a Distant Bright Object in space. and it came out Pretty good.
update: added text, and a contrast layer. i pumped up the contrast alot and the scene came out so much more stunning!
hi guys, heres my i year deviant anniversary which i proudly call:
Every planet in the universe, Whether: young or old, big or small, gaseous or rocky, hot or cold, Has their own story to tell. A story that tells of their birth, life and possibly death. Each planet is unique; non are the same. Each planet formed in a different place in our universe, Thus all their stories are unique and different. But, as they are the universe's children, Their stories all have a common point. They all tell a part of the universe's story. And the point i am trying to make is that: All Planets are The Hieroglyphs of the Universe!
didn't i tell you guys in my journal that it'll be worth the wait! and yes i know there aren't any hot or cold planets in the image, but just go with it! got the idea thursday night, started friday morning, finished saturday night, posted sunday morning!
i tried new techniques too:
-a colour layer over the image to help everything blend in! -light rays! ooh! -a vantage point closer to the planets rings too obtain higher perspective on the rings! -angled my star brushes too! a major improvement from that bland other one! -planet shadows onto the nebula! -angled the gas giant from its rings, looks much better and interesting like that!;D -and also, you may not notice it, but the stars aren't as numerous and random and large as some of my previous pieces. there more organised, clustered and neater!
i would also like give my thanks to esk6a for help and advice on how to use the colour layer for ambient lighting, and how to make the light rays!
so comments and critiques are most welcome and enjoy the image!
yes! i finally found time for my space art again! and i'm back with the sci-fi too! took about 7 hours on this and maybe 80 layers. i also tried out a few new techniques too, especially with the lens flare, where i tampered with the settings and got that beauty you see there! and the image itself feels different from all of my other work to! probably because it feels more natural. and the image is also more empty, but it still looks good!
Just another sunset on an alien world. Or is it...!?
so, enjoy the image guys! and as i always say, favs, critiques and comments are welcome and appreciated!
EDIT: some major changes were made to the image where the quality on the foreground moon was increased thanks to a tutorial from . also, the rings were changed. i hope the improvements are noticed by others and hope you all enjoy the image!
heres my very first orbital! and i think it came fearly well for a first try, except the foreground moon came out with low quality because i made its finished size too small, so when i blew it up, the detail ended up getting blured. also this took me about 2 weeks to complete, been fidling around with features to see the different effects they had on the image. anyways, hope you guys like it!
I haven't done any space artworks recently so this one was quite fun to do i think. I still like the genre, and if i'll ever buy prints they'll definitely be about space. To me space art of all genres has the most aesthetic value and beauty. Unfortunately most of the great old-school space artists aren't active anymore, so you usually see crappy pieces like this one.
The Enterprise and some Romulan BoP's, this can't be good.
"We refuse to be outshined by another incarnation of the Enterprise!"
The Romulans are expressing their loathe towards the NX-01's contributions during Earth-Romulan War. Another Big E (the NCC-1701) pisses them off. The angle was also inspired or rather copied from the orbit shots of the Enterprise-E and Son'a ships in ST Insurrection.
Enterprise by Wiley BoP by LC_Amaral BG from Wikimedia Commons
I was skeptical of the USS Aventine at first, but she's really grown on me. Forget the oversized deflector, snappy paint scheme and unique proportions. It's a visceral experience seeing a design in full 3d. You get a better feel of Vesta's profile when you can observe the entire vessel in motion. Combine that with Mark Rademaker's views on the design direction and you receive a better understanding for the ship's finer details.
A rampant problem with hardcore Trekkies is unfairly judging a design by looking at a few shoddy looking pictures with bad angles. What's worse is the mudslinging of half-baked assumptions, crude generalizations and the usual "could to it better" nonsense. I suppose it all boils down to clashing preferences and all of the "canon" drivel. Hell, if the purists were in charge ALL starships would be the classic 1960's Constitution Class. Unaltered, lock, stock and barrel.
That would be a sad world indeed. Luckily, the more sensible folks are in charge. Keeping in tradition is one thing, but that should never get in the way of innovation.
Vesta by Mark Rademaker, Model by Kophjaeger BG elements by Burning-Liquid
A one man fighter, deep within the Neutral Zone, cut off from support, its carrier nowhere to be seen and at the risk of detection by Romulan forces.
It’s a scary thought.
But I made out alive surprisingly. Thanks to determination, my wits and some damn lucky guesses.
I guess you could say it started out as a pretty normal CAP day for us fighter jocks. I woke up at around 0400, got into the sonic shower and headed straight to the messhall for breakfast with my squad mates. It was another average day and I made the most of my free time at the gym. Shortly after, we strapped up for the morning CAP’s. Our squadron, called the Orcas, was tasked for the first shift of the day. It seemed like another long run of tedious patrols. Been at it for a week.
You see, our carrier, the Britain Class USS Borneo had been assigned the task of patrolling this empty part of Federation Space which wasn't far from the Romulan border. We were the only Starfleet vessel in the locale and as part of our duties, the daily patrols were deemed necessary by Captain Gregory Marshall, our CO. We’ve been getting a lot of reports lately that the Orions have been using this place to smuggle illicit items to the Romulans.
We about to get underway with our CAP shift until we were suddenly halted by the carrier’s CIC. Moments later, several encrypted orders were sent from the ship towards our fighters. Apparently, it came from Starfleet Command itself. At that moment, our flight lead, Lt. Commander Varley; ordered the flight to a full stop and to open our subspace channels to the encrypted message in question.
It stated that our ship was given a pivotal task in a clandestine operation spearheaded by Starfleet Intelligence and several elite members of the Federation Marines. Codenamed “Operation Fumble”, it would have our ship and fighters participate in the mission’s final phase. Now, being the only capable ship in the immediate vicinity, only the Borneo could provide adequate help in the operation.
Now, despite all the information on “Fumble”, most of the exact details pretty vague and the objectives were pretty straightforward and on a strictly need to know basis. The orders were to proceed to the designated coordinates near the Romulan Neutral Zone and provide combat support for the “USS Helix”, a small scout ship carrying the mission operatives. More encrypted commands would be sent later as the operation would progress.
Having no choice but to follow orders from the top brass, Marshall immediately green lit the go signal and had our flight return to the hangars. While most of the guys were a little dismayed at the fact that they had to return to the ship so soon, we figured that the upcoming mission would make up for it, and if lucky, we could finally see some real action in battle.
Some of the guys wagered that we’d be dealing with Romulans this time. Obviously because the mission area was tantalizingly close to the Neutral Zone and to the fact that rumors have been spreading around the fleet that the still experimental USS Descent, had several integral components allegedly stolen by the Tal Shiar nearly a week ago.
Now, my opinion on the matter was mixed, and I decided to have that “wait and see” attitude but my instincts really had me going on that Descent controversy. The guys may be right. Some of the facts did add up, increasing the overall tension and speculation among the pilots and crew.
Since we were still several hours to the destination, I took the chance to chat with Alexander Varley at the messhall. He had been Orca’s flight lead for several years and he was a close friend of mine since my posting aboard the Borneo. Alex was pretty much the audacious thrill seeker of the bunch; he was the kind of guy you’d expect doing all that daredevil bullshit in missions that would piss off the top brass. As I recall, he was one of those pilots reprimanded by Admiral Ross for doing that near-suicide run on a Cardassian dreadnought during the Dominion War. I don’t recall much of it but I’m pretty sure Alex was involved in the planning. In any case, I asked him about the mission at hand and I wanted to hear his say in all this.
He told me that this well may be a dangerous mission that would lead to heavy losses on both sides. He agreed with the crew’s speculation that the fight would involve the Romulans and the stolen parts from the starship Descent. He honestly told me that the lot of us might not make it back if a deadly confrontation did ensue. Now, being his official wingman, Alex told me to stay sharp as always and follow his lead closely. The man had complete trust in both of our abilities and his tone was quite reassuring.
Shortly after, I took some time off at my quarters, only to be interrupted at the sounding of red alert by the captain. I immediately went to the hangar for the pre-mission briefing and flight checks. The ship was fifteen minutes away from the destination and we suited up.
As the Borneo was nearing the mission location, we thoroughly prepared our fighters in the hangar. Fully armed and fueled to the brim, our twenty strong formation launched from the bays moments after dropping from warp. Streaking trough the outskirts of the Federation detection grids on the zone, we waited for the signal from the USS Helix scout ship, carrying the marines, which was said to rendezvous with us in a few minutes. Meanwhile, the USS Borneo was about a million miles behind. Captain Marshall wanted to be prepared; he had all weapons standing by just in case.
Adding to the tension at hand, the carrier was getting a lot of stray readings of tachyon particles, suggesting the presence of Romulan ships nearby. You could almost feel that we were being watched. It was kinda like the feeling when you go into a dark room. You know that you’re alone but there always seems to be that feeling that something’s gonna jump you right in the face. Still, I barely managed to keep my composure. The sweaty hands and brow obviously did not help.
Moments later, the Helix finally showed up on long range sensors. It turns out that it was your average Venture Class scout. A little tattered but it was approaching us hard and fast. Immediately opening a channel towards us, the Helix pilot, a muscular mid-aged looking marine named Colonel Mitterrand started yelling at us to get our fighters into flanking positions and ready the Borneo to recover the scout ship. He told us that their phase of the mission was a success and several Romulan warbirds were on a pursuit course, cloaked. He also added that the final phase of “Operation Fumble” was underway and demanded that we “get to it” now.
Having gotten word on all this, we armed weapons and the Helix was approaching us faster than ever. Then, in a split second, four massive silhouettes started showing up behind the scout ship. As expected, it was the Romulan ships in question and they immediately started firing on the Helix. They barely scratched the scout ship and thank god most were near misses. Mitterrand wasn’t too happy though. The pretentious bastard even got told us to "get your shit together”.
Flight lead Alex was annoyed too but he was more focused with the situation at hand. He told us to start laying down cover fire in Pattern Omega. Which meant inflicting the most damage into one spot of the lead Warbird. Alex led half of the team while I lead the other half. In our strafing runs, we managed to tear apart the dorsal armor plating of one of those Venator Class battleships but no avail. They continued their relentless assault and we lost two fighters in the first run alone. Coordination was a bit sloppy but we got the ball rolling once the adrenaline kicked in. Meanwhile, on the Borneo, she kept raining down successive torpedo volleys, slowing down the Warbirds and allowing the Helix to slip through.
In the chaos and desperation of the engagement, the pursuing Romulans, composed by a lone D’Deridex and flanked by three Venators immediately plotted a collision course towards our fighter cluster at maximum speed. A bit surprised, Alex yelled at everybody to gaul ass! And that we tried to do. However, by that time, we were already too late and the lead battleship ran over us like bugs. The resulting impact caused a chain reaction which blew apart the clustered fighters on sight.
As my fighter was the farthest from the formation, I was spared a crushing death. My Peregrine was thrown away by the explosive force, nearly tearing it apart. The rest of the Orcas were killed on impact, including Alex, who I happened to hear saying some colorful slurs to the Romulans seconds before impact. As for the warbird who rammed the formation, it was in slightly better condition. While a bit scratched and ragged with hull breaches, it still managed to head toward the Borneo along with its three other companions. Deliberately ignoring the fact that I survived their “ramming”, it was apparent that they were heading for the carrier to finish the job.
My sensors showed that the carrier had just recovered the Helix and it was signaling all Orca survivors to head back to the ship. Unfortunately for me, my fighter was knocked out, only life support, and long range sensors were operational. I had no choice but to drift in space and a response to the carrier was impossible. My transmitter was knocked out too.
While I was angered with what had transpired, I focused my efforts on fixing the damage to my fighter first. I had learned from experience to blow our emotions at the nearest airlock before going to battle. I had little chance of getting detected by the Borneo or even the Romulans at that situation. My fighter could be barely discerned from all the wreckage amongst me. While doing some reconfiguring to the power supply, I caught a glimpse of a flash on sensors. It was the Borneo, having gone to warp to flee the Romulans. That definitely marked Operation Fumble’s success whatever the objective was, it had the Helix and the stolen parts onboard after all. Seconds later, the Warbirds disappeared too, most likely cloaking.
Then at that moment, it hit me. I was alone, deep within the Neutral Zone and cut off from support. That was pretty hard to swallow and the reality of the situation filled me with many “what if” questions. Still, I proceeded to getting my fighter up and running as fast as I could. If I was lucky enough to get my miniscule warp engines on line, I might have a chance to make it to the nearest Federation NZ Outpost.
That being said, I had a long way to go with repairs and the thought of a Romulan ship capturing my fighter kept looming over me. I certainly did not want to be a prisoner of the Star Empire and I made sure of that. While the occasional stray tachyon spikes on sensors scared the shit outta me every time it signaled, that kept my senses sharp on any development. However, it was a clear sign that cloaked ships were passing trough. I had to work fast.
After several minutes of reconfiguring power, the first system I managed to get back up was communications. But I certainly wouldn’t risk calling for help behind enemy lines. The moment I send a transmission to the Fed bases and it would be automatically picked up by Romulan satellite platforms on the Neutral Zone.
Much to my relief, engines then kicked in after a few seconds, I got some rudimentary thruster and impulse control. It was a bit sluggish at first but I got my craft moving again. I quickly set a course away from the debris field and into a small asteroid cluster to hide. I was certain that a Romulan ship would eventually get to the debris to inspect and scrap those heaps of duranium. At 73% engine power, the trip from the debris field to the asteroid cluster took about thirty minutes and thank god no one noticed. That was probably the longest “thirty” of my life, my heart was racing so fast that I nearly hurled in the tension.
Once making it in, I began searching for a large enough asteroid to “hide” into. I landed into one of the larger pieces well within the cluster. It would serve as a safe haven and give me more time to repair the other ship systems. Nevertheless, I was already exhausted by that time and I wanted to take a break but there was obviously no time for that. Still, I decided to take a bite of the emergency rations anyway while busy with repairs. To make it worse, the internal cooling system was starting to fail and it got a little warm inside the cockpit and aft access area, I was sweating like hell.
Two hours on and there wasn’t any new developments. Apart from several failed tries to kickstart the mater-antimatter flow, the area was still pretty silent and there wasn’t a Romulan in sight. I remember being extremely weary and agitated at the time, things weren’t going very well and I was even contemplating to send that distress call while still in enemy territory.
As my desperation grew worse, I was really itching to press that “send” button. But I heard a loud humming sound, with a very distinct and familiar pitch. I frantically hurried back to the cockpit and caught sight of a Warbird’s underbelly, directly above me and was charging its tractor emitters.
Getting that “oh shit” moment, I quickly started the engines and moved away from it as fast as possible. That was probably the quickest take off that I have ever done and it nearly jolted me out of my seat. The Warbird then sent a voice message demanding my immediate surrender but I responded with a totally different medium. Photon Torpedoes.
I still had a fair few left and considering that the Warbird hasn’t raised it shields yet, I fired all of them into the tractor beam emitter. But sadly I was a little too late, by the time the ordnance made contact, the shields were already up. Boy, did that scare me, I guess that was it.
The Warbird continued to pursue my little fighter inside the cluster while firing its disruptors towards me. I pushed my craft and SCM training to the limit by evading those shots and to make it worse, rocks of different shapes and sizes were constantly streaking all around. I was still a long way from the border and that was pretty much a downhill mismatch. But in a sign of serendipity, the Warbird accidentally collided with an asteroid twice its size.
I got a sigh of relief and was quite amused. I even took a look at my aft viewer as it bounced off the damn rock. While it may be true that their shields protected them, you could tell that the lumbering green bird was disoriented.
They continued sending the voice messages but I cut them off each time. So they intensified their weapon barrages. I could barely dodge them and I was starting to take some real heavy hits. As shields continued to fail and as my concentration was severely degrading, I decided to make a last ditch effort to get the warp engines online. My initial attempts failed since I was simply augmenting minimal power from the other subsystems. But if I rerouted every last bit of power into them I could have a chance. I knew that the engines were still in decent condition and I had a pretty decent chance of succeeding.
After clearing the asteroids, I set my navigation computer directly towards friendly territory and got power from everything else, including life support. After several seconds of computer klaxons, the blue grilles finally lit and I hit the execute button. I caught a glimpse of the stars stretching and I passed out in a flash. That was the last thing I remembered in the fight.
After the ordeal, I slowly woke up onboard a Starfleet sickbay, which was stereotypically brightly lit and calm all around. A middle aged officer, probably the ship’s captain and a Tellarite doctor were standing beside me and I heard the captain utter: “Whatever you did out there Lieutenant, I’m sure you’ll be getting a medal or even a promotion. It’s not everyday that you see a battered Peregrine floating around the Neutral Zone. Must have been a tough mission for the Orcas.”
I was obviously satisfied and felt very fulfilled with the fact that I survived. I returned a smile to him and he shook my hand. However, this victory was bittersweet. I could only feel sorry for my fallen squad mates who lost their lives in the line of duty. I am certain that they will be missed, especially my good friend Alex.
That’s really the hard part of being the sole survivor; you carry the burden, guilt and all those regrets regarding your actions. Could things have turned out so differently had the circumstances been different?
Lt. Julian Aldrin Peregrine Fighter Pilot “Orca 2”, assigned to the USS Borneo
Peregrine by Dan1025 Warbird by Neon BG by Ash
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