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RELEASED Avali Race Mod, The second thread!

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  1. legoracer

    legoracer Scruffy Nerf-Herder

    Red + Blue
    Orange + Blue or Green
    Yellow + Green or Blue
    Green + Orange
    Purple + Green (although orange would work too)

    Also:
    To sum up:
    1. External or internal?
    2. Appearance in development or not yet started?
      (I understand that this is low on the priority list, so no biggie if it's "not yet".)
    I'm also redacting my request for a description of their appearance, as that's really not all that important.
     
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  2. ProkhorVLG

    ProkhorVLG Existential Complex

    Or, you could have blades and stuff made with claytronic technology. That's what I was planning to do with my race, anyway.
     
  3. J_Mourne

    J_Mourne Pangalactic Porcupine

    Who needs programmable matter when you have aerogel printers? So much cheaper and easier.
    Excellent thought on that last one. Artificial feathers would be much less painful to remove/retract when getting into a sealed EVA suit.
     
  4. ProkhorVLG

    ProkhorVLG Existential Complex

    It may be more expensive, but it has infinitely more potential. It's a tradeoff.
     
  5. awareqwx

    awareqwx Cosmic Narwhal

    If you have a robotic arm, why would you need to put a EVA suit on it?
     
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  6. ProkhorVLG

    ProkhorVLG Existential Complex

    While that is a good point, I imagine that EVA suits would be built around the entire body, for avali that have no robotic arms. That s unless the suit is modular.
     
  7. Arcaline

    Arcaline Void-Bound Voyager


    Default
    Red = Blue or Orange
    Orange = White
    Yellow = N/A
    Green = Red.
    Blue = N/A
    Purple = green
    Black = N/A
    White = Agree

    Those are my votes >.>
     
  8. 0deneb0

    0deneb0 Hard-To-Destroy Reptile

    Red with blue
    Orange with white
    Green with red
    Purple and orange.
    As an artist who uses colors extensively, it's my opinion that these colors will go together best more often than not. There will always be special cases where different colors are better, this is how it works. Some bases may have themes where these colors don't work together. That said, the majority of the time, these colors will work well. I would like to definatly recommend the Green/Red combo, that is in my opinion one of the most complementary.
     
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  9. Valiance30156

    Valiance30156 Big Damn Hero

    For red, Red + Blue.
    For orange, Orange + White.
    For green, Green + Orange.
    For purple, Purple + Green.
     
  10. SpaceKGreen

    SpaceKGreen Existential Complex

    Hmm. On the subject of yellow, I wonder... is it possible to make it more of a polished golden yellow than the current plain yellow, without making it look too orange? Because golden yellow would work well with blue, or possibly purple.
     
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  11. J_Mourne

    J_Mourne Pangalactic Porcupine

    Well guys, here it is. The final installment, part four of four. I've left them all split up, because grouped all together the length was just too unwieldy. I present to you all...

    Isolation Trial

    System coordinates classified.

    ADF Ranger Corps training camp.

    Three years ago.

    The chief instructor strode into the hangar, bringing the faint murmur that had reigned moments previously to a sudden end. The line of waiting young Avali Ranger trainees jumped to attention. The hangar doors were wide open, but this still provided only the tiniest hint of predawn light.

    “Instructor on deck!” shouted her pack member and fellow instructor. Inwardly, the chief instructor smiled. The order had been given promptly, but the cadets had already been at attention. The fakes, the naïve boys and girls who had volunteered just because being a Ranger had sounded like fun, had long since been weeded out. Those who were left were the best and brightest. And they snapped to attention before their leaders could even give the order.

    Her job forced her to be somewhat distant, the unquestionable authority on dealing death, saving life, and everything else it took to be a Ranger. It was her job to make sure that “good enough” was forever just outside the reach of her trainees. How else would they improve? Avali were predators from birth. Killing was natural. But the ability to kill didn’t make a soldier. Her own instructor had said it far better than she ever could when he had compared a skilled soldier to an artist. Her unapproachable demeanor now was part of a carefully calculated ploy to take the raw talent of her cadets, mold it, shape it, and eventually turn them into artists with war as their medium.

    They were still raw, but after all they’d been through already, these trainees had earned her respect – even though she could never show it to them. Maybe someday she’d see some of them again. Maybe even be the one to attach a medal to their armor. Days like that were the ones teachers lived for, even if they were teachers in the school of hard knocks that was Ranger training.

    The chief instructor cleared her throat, and in a curious tone just loud enough to be heard and just quiet enough to demand the reverence that her role required, said “At ease.” The trainees relaxed, but continued to stand perfectly still. Exactly the sort of professionalism the chief instructor liked to see in her trainees. But they weren’t Rangers yet. The most difficult trial would begin in a twentieth of a full rotational cycle. It was a damned shame, thought the chief instructor, that so many promising soldiers would wash out. But it shouldn’t be any other way. It couldn’t.

    “In roughly forty-five minutes,” she began, “you will begin one of the last stages of the course: the isolation trial.

    “I would like to remind you, cadets, that the Ranger isolation trial is the most grueling in our armed services. I am sure all of you vividly recall your experiences with isolation tests during basic training. Ranger training is harsher. You will be separated from your pack and forced to rely on your own abilities for a total of seventy-five days in the deep wilderness. This is approximately five times longer than the longest isolation trials given in basic. Your neural links will be disabled for the duration of this exercise. You will be airdropped without any clothing or equipment other than a pack with one day’s worth of food and canteens with three days’ worth of drinking ammonia.

    “I have been watching your performances during previous exercises, and have the fullest confidence in your ability to survive unaided for that long. By this point in your training, that should be the easy part. Successfully dealing with loneliness and isolation will not.

    “Regretfully, we have no way to truly prepare you for that part of the test. We have nothing to teach you, no tricks for you to learn. Some packs will be able to adapt to long-term separation without becoming mentally and emotionally compromised. Most will not. There is an 87% washout rate for this section of the course alone, for we cannot accept a failing score from any members of your packs. Being able to survive alone is important for all of our servicemen, but it is absolutely crucial if you wish to operate on the frontier as a Ranger. What is merely ‘emotionally compromised’ here in training has the potential to become a deadly liability in actual combat.

    “You cannot always rely on having your pack beside you in combat. You may become separated by enemy movement. You may get lost during the chaos of battle. Your pack may be all dead or injured. This test is absolutely necessary, for we need to have no doubt that in the heat of the moment you will be able to think, plan, and act without support of any kind.”

    “If your training so far has given you any doubts as to your or your pack’s ability to complete this trial, inform your commanding officers. Those who decline to attempt this test will be reassigned to normal service with merit in recognition of their successful efforts so far.

    “I wish the rest of you who choose to attempt the trial the best of luck. May your flights be steady and your aims remain true. Dismissed.”

    There was a brief pause, and then the chief instructor turned around to begin the long walk back to her office. She heard the other instructors begin to issue orders for preparation. She could hear the trainees moving, hundreds of hushed voices and soft footfalls.

    So many of them wouldn’t make it. Even the strongest, fittest Avali could be reduced to a helpless mental wreck after only a few weeks separated from his or her pack. Despite having some of the best psychiatrists in the fleet monitoring all of the trainees through their neural jacks, they’d be too late to save a few. The automatic door closed behind her with a soft hiss.

    They were so young, and they’d sacrificed so much to get here. They’d sacrifice still more. Safely out of sight from her trainees, a single tear slipped from the chief instructor’s eye. They might not yet be Rangers in the Oracle’s grand designs, but they were all Rangers to her.

    System coordinates classified.

    ADF Ranger Corps training camp.

    Three years ago, day one of isolation training exercise.

    Kyara absorbed the shock with her legs as the dropship hit a patch of turbulence. There were about thirty other Avali in the cargo hold with her, all of them fellow Ranger trainees. The other instructors had wasted no time preparing them for launch after the chief instructor had given her briefing. She had suspected that this trial was coming. They hadn’t been time to specifically prepare for it, but nonetheless she had been careful to notice things. The seasons on this planet were short. It was summer now, but it would be winter before the trial ended. Most of the wildlife was nocturnal. Some of it was quite large as well. The gravity was too high for her to fly well, so she wouldn’t be able to hunt easily with a lance like she’d used to with her pack as a kit. Maybe if she climbed trees, she began to consider, until a soft buzzing tone interrupted her thought.

    The next cadet advanced to the open ramp at the back of the dropship, turned briefly to look at someone Kyara couldn’t see, and jumped. Alongside a small backpack and two canteens, they had all been issued parachutes: small ones, designed only to reduce their speed to the point that their wings could land them safely on the ground. One more jump, then Kyara was up.

    Kyara stretched her neck, rolling her head to the right. On the opposite side of the drop bay she saw Rhai doing the same thing. She had been separated from the rest of her pack as the instructors loaded thirty nearby cadets into the dropship, but it had been easy to spot Rhai. He stood half a head taller than all the others in the drop bay. Even when they were kits, Rhai had always been taller, broader, and stronger than anyone in the other packs. As far as she knew, most of her other pack members were also aboard. She thought Sike had been placed somewhere to the rear of the dropship. It was amazing that she hadn’t heard anything from that direction. Sike was charming, fast, and always active, and he loved to hold as many conversations as he could at any given moment. It might be hard on him, not having anyone to talk to.

    Another soft buzz signaled the next cadet’s jump. Kyara advanced to the edge of the open ramp. She didn’t think Jairn was on the same dropship as the rest of them. Even if he had been, he probably wouldn’t be easy to spot in the crowd. He was an unassuming sort, friendly enough once you got him away from cleaning his rifle or tinkering with the drones and into a conversation, but until then, happy enough to be invisible.

    The buzzer sounded once more, and Kyara stepped toward the ramp. On impulse, she turned around and raised her hand in a fist. She saw Rhai return the gesture, and she thought she saw Sike do so as well, far in the back. Then Kyara jumped.

    ….

    Kyara shifted the weight of her pack and continued walking. The half-empty canteen slung across her shoulder sloshed gently as she moved. She had seen, hazily, a river during her jump. She needed to reach it before she ran out of ammonia to drink. What was it, three days without ammonia, two weeks without food?

    She missed her pack already. Several times over the last several hours she’d almost said something to them before she remembered that they weren’t with her anymore. She had to focus though. If she weakened now, she’d never make it three months.

    Her ears twitched and she froze. There it was: flowing ammonia ahead. She’d have to set up a camp somewhere nearby. She looked around her, then up to the leafy canopy above. She’d probably end up camping in the trees. It had taken her a while to disassemble the parachute without any tools, but she’d eventually managed. If she could climb high enough, she could put a hammock out of reach of any wildlife that would come stalking.

    She glanced at the sun. She still had several hours of daylight left. She needed to begin work; get the hammock set up, make a lance or some sort of hunting tool, and get some rest.

    ….

    Kyara awoke, dreaming that Jairn had been poking her in the shoulder. It was dark, but she could hear the rustling of leaves from the treetop she had hung her hammock in. A small branch nudged her again, and she reached out and snapped it off. Briefly, she wondered how the others were faring, but banished the thought. The crude lance she had fashioned before going to sleep rested beside her. She had planned on waiting through a few more hours of sleep before starting her hunt, but she could already hear creatures down below. By the faint crackling of undergrowth, something small, a ground animal, maybe about the size of a really big catalina from the weight of its footfalls, was heading her way. She readied her lance.

    It would take a while to figure out which creatures were edible, and which were not. There were ways to make educated guesses at the safety of food in the field. None of them were quick or easy. All of them required a sample first.

    It was time to get started.

    System coordinates classified.

    ADF Ranger Corps training camp.

    Three years ago, day fifty-three of isolation training exercise.

    Kyara ducked under the edge of the half-destroyed polymer wall. Jairn crouched across from her, reloading his rifle. “They certainly don’t want to let us through!” he yelled over the snapping and sizzling of near misses. “Hey, Sike!” he yelled into his headset, “Can you see where this fire is coming from?”

    “Well, most of it’s coming from north of your position. Can’t give you anything else, since I seem to have quite a few instructors after my head as well!”

    “Can’t imagine why,” Jairn whispered, a ghastly grin on his face.

    Kyara asked, “How about you Rhai? Position?”

    “Hmph. Slow. Flanking their position, but they’ve got a good screen.”

    “Do you need a distraction?” Jairn asked.

    “Hmph.”

    Jairn looked at Kyara and nodded. He held up three fingers and counted them down silently. At zero, they both burst out of cover, seeking targets. For five beautiful seconds it was just like the shooting range. Kyara found a target, took aim, and pulled the trigger. To her right, she could hear the steady semi-automatic rhythm of Jairn’s shooting. Kyara took aim again, and fired. She looked for another target, but couldn’t see anything. Then a sudden numbness struck her in the chest. She was falling before she knew what was happening.

    “Kyara’s down!” She heard Jairn shout, the faintest tinge of panic in his voice, like he’d momentarily forgot this was all just a simulation. Well, she admitted, it was an important simulation. “Hey,” he said. “Can you move?” Kyara tried to move her arm, to do something, but couldn’t. Jairn paused. She could see he was weighing the consequences. If this were real, what would he be expected to do? One pack mate down, one pinned, one trying to flank an entrenched enemy. It wasn’t a great situation any way you looked at it. He decided. “Sike, let’s rush them. We’re not going to eliminate them in an extended fight. Do you think you can take out at least a few if you move fast enough?”

    “You’d better believe it! Hey Rhai! Race you to that bastard what shot Kyara, what do you say?”

    “Hmph.”

    “Rhai, are you in position yet?” Jairn asked.

    “Yes.”

    “Alright. I’m going to break cover and try to take out a few. I’ll be moving Kyara to a defensible position for extraction; none of us would have the skill to treat a wound like this one. On my mark, Rhai, you open fire. Then, Sike, you break cover and blitz them.” He glanced at Kyara. She struggled to nod, but the simulation wouldn’t let her move.

    “Copy,” said Rhai.

    “…and I’m all out of Nakati bark!” trailed off Sike.

    “Ready? Mark!” Kyara heard a distant boom from Rhai’s heavy rifle, followed by the muffled staccato of Sike’s battle rifle. Jairn lifted her onto his back as best he could and sprinted toward a more defensible point, firing his rifle as he went.

    ….

    With a start, Kyara shook herself from her trance. That wasn’t a good sign. How long had she been out? The sun hadn’t moved very far, thank goodness. She returned her focus to the new lance she was preparing. Her old one had broken during a struggle with a giant crawling beast last night. She’d misjudged where the thing’s heart was, and it had fought hard to survive. How were the others doing in their hunts? No, couldn’t think about them. Couldn’t sit here daydreaming the morning away.

    The days were growing colder. A week, maybe, and it would be deep winter. The cold wind bit into the crudely-tanned furs she was wearing. Already the animals were showing themselves less often. Kyara had made careful note of the burrowing ones when she could, and cured any meat she could spare. It would be tight, but she’d prepared carefully. What was it, twenty days left? No, seventeen. The separation was wearing on her, she could tell. She wasn’t sleeping very well, and every once in a while she’d start daydreaming. Nothing bad had come of it yet, but she had to be careful or something would.

    Her ears perked up as she heard, in the distance, the sound of jet engines. It sounded small, probably another medevac drone. Certainly very distant. They’d been coming more and more frequently recently. She knew it wasn’t injuries, most of them. All of her fellow students were smart, fit, and well-trained. But they all were starting to wear down. Satisfied with the new lance, Kyara straightened. That would not happen to her, she willed to herself. She could only silently pray it would not happen to her pack.


    System coordinates classified

    ADF Ranger Corps training camp.

    Day seventy-five of isolation training exercise.

    Kyara awoke from a restless dream of her pack to the faint sound of approaching heavy rotor turbines in the distance. She paused for a long moment. Yes, it was definitely getting closer. Heading straight for her in fact. What day was it? Sixty-nine? Seventy? The thought caused her feathers to rise. Had she failed? Two months ago, Kyara would’ve shuddered at the thought of failure, but now, to her surprise, she just wanted the ordeal to be over. To see her pack, to touch them, to hear their voices again. That’d be enough. Kyara shook her head to clear it. No, no, she’d managed to spear that large creature on day sixty-seven and make a blanket out of its hide, and that was nearly a week previously. So she had made it then?

    Kyara grabbed her lance and her backpack, with its scanty supply of cured meat, and jumped out of the hammock. Whether by success or failure, the promise of hearing and seeing her pack again had given her new purpose. Her thoughts were the clearest they’d been for a month.

    There was a clearing a few moment’s hike from her camp. It’d be easiest for them to perform a dustoff from that location. With the faint humming roar of the rotors closing steadily, Kyara began to hike through the thick and deep ammonia snowfall.

    ….

    Kyara had arrived well before the dropship. She’d spent that time crouched under a tall tree, waiting. She didn’t know for sure how they were tracking her, but she’d assumed for a long time that the base was using feeds from their otherwise-disabled neural implants to keep tabs on all the trainees. Probably how they detected washouts as well.

    She was still hunched under the cover of the broad foliage now, as the aircraft made its second pass and settled into a landing approach. The deep, rumbling, pulsing roar from its large jet turbines pounded at her ears no matter which way she pointed them. This one wasn’t an unmanned craft; it was flying and moving with the natural, fluid grace of an experienced pilot, all of its many segmented portions pivoting in synchrony.

    As it gently touched its skids to solid ground, Kyara stepped out into the clearing. The rear of the craft was open, and she was greeted by the sight of a heavily-armed and armored Avali holding onto a strap by the door. There was a moment of silence as Kyara wondered what she was expected to say. She started to move further toward the ship, but the armored figure stopped her with a bark.

    “Halt! Stay right there!”

    The Avali’s combat armor flexed and whirred as he jumped down from the hatch and trained his rifle upon her. Kyara could feel tension building in the muscles of the small of her back. The soldier was well-trained and kept his distance beyond striking range of her lance. What more did they want of her?

    “Drop the weapon. Slowly, now.”

    Kyara did as she was told. Her heavy wood-and-stone lance made a soft thud as it hit the crystalline snow.

    “What’s your name and serial number?”

    He sounded more relaxed now. Was this part of protocol? Habit kicked in while her brain was still lost in thought.

    “Kyara. 1-1-6-3-2-8-4-5-6-9-2. Trainee, Ranger Corps.”

    The soldier lowered his rifle.

    “Alright, you’re clear to board. Sorry for the gun and all, but a few completely lose it at the last second when we show up. So it’s protocol now.” He motioned to the open drop bay when Kyara hesitated. “Go on.”

    Kyara walked forward and jumped up onto the extended ramp. The bay was very dark compared to the snow outside, and her large eyes struggled to adjust. Her heart raced as she heard the familiar voices of her pack speaking faintly in the darkness. The armored soldier jumped up next to her with a heavy thud that belied the agility with which he moved. Servos whirred smoothly as he brushed past her toward the cockpit. “We’ve got her, no troubles,” Kyara heard him mutter into his headset. “She’s the last one? Alright.” Then, turning to her, “We’re headed back to base now. It’s a long flight, so get comfortable. Rest of your pack’s in the back.”

    The soldier opened the door to the cockpit and sat down in the copilot’s seat as with a barely-noticeable lurch, the dropship left the ground. Kyara took a few steps further into the bay, and all at once her pack began to speak to her cheerily.

    Sike was the first. “Heeeeyo! How’d things go for you?” He grinned, revealing his sharp, white teeth. His neat, well-tailored fur clothing stood in stark contrast to the cobbled-together patchwork of the rest of the pack.

    “Not nearly as well as they did for you, by the looks of it,” Kyara said, as she chose a spot next to Jairn.

    As she sat down, Jairn whispered to her, “Missed my favorite spotter out there.” Kyara smiled at him and punched him lightly in the arm. Quickly changing the topic, he pointed at Sike’s clothes and spoke up, “That show-off was living the high life. Managed to make a dugout house, a soft bed, even some metal tools. Why can’t we get him to work that hard when we’re in the barracks?”

    Sike shrugged, still grinning. “It was easier than constantly following animals everywhere like the rest of you crazies did.”

    Jairn replied, “You’re gonna have to show me how to do that stuff one of these days, Sike. Might come in handy, being able to do even a fraction of what you pulled off. Metalwork, of all things.” Jairn cocked his head to the right and stared at Sike in joking disbelief.

    Sike raised his hands in protest, “Hey, not my fault I paid attention when the supervisors would take us kits out to see the mines.”

    Kyara glanced over at Rhai as he sat listening to the exchange silently, as was his custom. His expression was one of amusement, but with her eyes finally beginning to adjust to the darkness, Kyara could see three fresh, ragged scars traced across his face. “Rhai! What happened to you?” she asked.

    “Nothing. Just a scratch.”

    “Don’t give me nonsense, that’s scarring. How’d you get it?”

    “Crazy bastard tackled a monster the size of a house, if I’m thinking of the same predator he was describing to me on the way to pick up Jairn,” interjected Sike. Kyara got out of her seat to take a closer look.

    “I said it’s nothing,” protested Rhai.

    Kyara ignored him and inspected the wound. “What’d you treat this with? It looks like a job a ham-fisted kit would do. I thought I’d taught you better.”

    Rhai, despite his size and usual stoicism, replied with embarrassment, “Mud and herbs. It was all I had. And it was just a scratch.”

    Kyara laughed, and sat back down. The others continued to talk, and the seat was hard and rigid, but now with Jairn and the rest of her pack beside her, she realized just how tired she was. The last thing she remembered before she slipped into the first peaceful sleep she’d had in weeks was mumbling, “When we get out of training, we’re gonna throw one hell of a victory party.”

    Then, “I’m glad I’ve got you guys,” and she was asleep.
    As always, review welcome, fact-checking welcome, and thank you guys so much for reading. It's been fun writing this up.
     
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  12. Raieth

    Raieth Ketchup Robot

    That was really well done! I admit I sqeed when you compared it to a large catalina!

    One point though, you may want to make it more obvious that the flashback is a flashback/daydream. Italics would do the job nicely I think. It's a little too jarring, and the day gap makes it plausible that they did meet up and piss off all the instructors. It wasn't until about half way through that the wording made me realize it wasn't happening right then.

    Other than that nothing jumps out at me as off, so good job!!
     
  13. Intrebute

    Intrebute Pangalactic Porcupine

    The feels!
    So, in the way of criticism.
    One thing that struck me, and struck me as a thing that would boost this story so high. So high,
    A couple of times it says things in the form of
    "recalled X that happened at Y time".
    I wanna know how X happened! At time Y!

    Basically "Don't tell me it happened. Show me it happened"
    Even still without that.

    The LEVELS OF FEELS ARE SIGNIFICANT

    Also really this nitpicking is just me.
     
  14. J_Mourne

    J_Mourne Pangalactic Porcupine

    That was exactly what I was trying to do, yeah. The idea was to represent her slowly encroaching insanity by presenting a hallucination as real to the audience. As to whether or not it was a good idea... well, hey it worked to give you a jolt.
    I'm afraid I don't know what you're referring to by that. Could you clarify for me?

    Glad you guys liked it, though.
     
  15. Intrebute

    Intrebute Pangalactic Porcupine

    Alrighty then list time!
    Firstly, it's not that each and every one of these should be expanded (which is kind of what I was suggesting), but it's these cases together that make it more visible to me, it being "leaving events as mere mentions".

    • She had seen, hazily, a river during her jump.
    • The crude lance she had fashioned before going to sleep rested beside her
    • Her old one had broken during a struggle with a giant crawling beast last night.
    • No, no, she’d managed to spear that large creature on day sixty-seven and make a blanket out of its hide, and that was nearly a week previously. (even if it was the one in the previous point)
    Again, I'm going on gut feeling with this, but it kinda stuck out to me that some things were left as mere mentions. I mean, I know it's not a novel, but it would've been kinda cool to know how she felt AS she jumped. To know her (probably wandering) thoughts as she made her literally first tool in the entire ordeal. But those are kind of nit-picking the nit-picking. The one that I think definitely would be great expanded was the fight with the "giant crawling beast". I'm a sucker for action.

    But none of this changes the fact that I liked it! :p
     
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  16. J_Mourne

    J_Mourne Pangalactic Porcupine

    Ah, I see. Yes. Maybe for a revised version down the line, I can certainly see adding in those top three.

    Thanks for the review, it helps a lot.

    Actually, it was Rhai who was supposed to have had the epic battle, completely offscreen. I wrote up a brief version of that as thanks for a supporter though, so I can't share unless she gives me the go-ahead.
     
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  17. Railgunner2160

    Railgunner2160 Subatomic Cosmonaut

    Hi, First time posting something other than a small review, so please excuse any thread specific transgressions.

    Anyway been reading through the wiki after thinking I might give the avali a playthrough and I have to admit I'm deeply impressed, hell the last time I remember reading something that was this deeply detailed was when I was reading the old Homeworld:Cataclysm manual or the Sword of the Stars manual and novel. I'm just curious did you watch the Appleseed movie?? The style of governance for the avali sounds distinctly like the way Olympus was set up with the GAIA AI/Network and the Elders.

    So once again, Very impressed with the work put into the mod so far and am looking forward to seeing where it goes!! (Also looking forward to whatever respawn animation you come up with!)

    Edit: If you do ever decide to do a mech type tech for the avali, how about you take a page out of the old VOTOMS series, Simple, rugged mechs that can have a interface that can be easily fixed or even rebuilt given enough parts, I think it also synergies well with the avali's printer technology....

    Edit2: Know that I think about it the appleseed mechs would also be a excellent place for inspiration, considering how they have the master-slave setup for their arms.....
     
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  18. thakyZ

    thakyZ Cosmic Narwhal

    I am trying to dye my hammocks on 0.11.0 and it is not working it says I cannot dye this item and I checked the dyestation.object file and I do not know if it is written correctly... can someone help me or give me a patch to fix this...?
     
  19. Mikhaos

    Mikhaos Scruffy Nerf-Herder

    Red + Orange; I'm a fan of the analogous color scheme
    Orange + Green compliments each other nicely (I'm reminded of an orange)
    Green + Red works surprisingly well together
    Purple + Blue; it has to happen, I can't imagine a world where Purple and Blue don't go together (Fan of the analagous color scheme)
    Yellow is the color of dazzlingly bright evil. It must be brought to justice with a dark color or with a Warm Color Scheme
     
  20. awareqwx

    awareqwx Cosmic Narwhal

    The latest version of the mod is version 0.11.1, if that helps. Just re-download it.
     
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