Funkmachine’s art.

[Herr D]

Now–rainbow hair is practically a stun weapon. I think she got me.

[Funkmachine7]

🙂

Thanks, now i really should get this story gathered up a little.

(Theses a bit of art out of order im still working on)

You got any ideas for a title?

I know the story’s mostly focused around MacGuffin, Sapphira inherated, so its a chase with lots of start ships and laser guns.

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Tragoth IIV

The Trading center of the Rechhworlds

The air stank of chemicals and Sapphira could feel it, the back of throat was stinging.

She’d had little to do on the flight but read and one of few books was a travel leaflet about Tragoth IIV.

I did explain why every looked so freakishly similar, the planet had less of a gene pool and more like a puddle, a shallow muddy puddle.

but that didn’t make things much better, it was still a planet filled with blue eyed blondes and mostly women, founded by a group of “ethno nationalists” who the less said about the better.

A place where customs wanted to take your DNA profile to “re-balance is stocks”.
And she noted a well armed planet, what need as grenade launcher as custom checks?

Still a pin prick later, she was past them.

“Ok we have maybe a half hour until they find out i have encrypted dnam then who know whatere going to do.
So double cheeseburger?” Raven asked her.

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“A pilot? why would we need a pilot?” Raven asked.

“I know you need pilot, don’t ask how, but you need one and a good one at that, Violet Stormwind, freelance astro navigatrix.
Here my card” the woman smiled as her cyber arm fumbled with the pocket.

Anywhere, no question asked asked
“Takeing you anywhere but here”
Stormwind travel enterprises.

“Thanks we’ll keep you in mind.” Sapphira pocketed the card.

“There you are! Now you’ll pay for this!” the cyborg shouted.

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Elsewhere,  Violet Stormwind cursed as the spanner slip for the third time.

 

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[Funkmachine7]

“Executive eliminations, cleaning department.
You have two to be removed?”

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Report of Valius Marinus, IXXI
The war goes badly, the wizards called up things, twisted half beast men.

We can not hold out much longer, you must send help at once.

[Funkmachine7]

And i should of linked you to From an age undreamed of. II (SG) long ago.
A suggestion game about a tale of Revenge, ancient ruins, evil Sorceress, mighty armies and the quest for family.

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“כל החוטפים שלך חרא, תן לי ללכת לך חזירים”!” the girl cursed at the men.
“She’s a witch i tell you! I head her cast a spell!
The great Satan will be angered if we kill her” the cultist muttered.
“She’s pure woman bother, ripe for the dark lord! She will be this nights offering.”the woman spoke
“No, we must wait, the stars are not yet right.” said the leader.
“..But she wears the mark oh magus!” cultist complained
“No speak more I am the magus of this coven and she die only at the time.” the leader commanded,
“האם אמא שלך התלבשה, או שמסיכת החנות של הדולר שלך היא רעיון השמן שלך? “שאלתי.” the girl giggled as she spoke.

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“Oh you should hear this lot, there the short bus crew alright, can’t tell a star of David from a pentagram or Hebrew when they hear it.

“Well how many are there?” Emilie asked
“Just three and this language is not fit for young lady’s like you two.
she swears like soldier.”

 

[Funkmachine7]

[Herr D]

Your ‘short bus’ passage had me rolling.

[Funkmachine7]

“No this my gun, and that one an that too… look just get your own! there all mine!”

I’m not sure the Burt gunner style gun wall works here.

[Funkmachine7]

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