#Unofficial# Armour! Armour! Contest coming soon!

Hm...well, I'm kinda two days into the story, but I understand if the rules change; you should not be responsible for my efforts, even if it goes to waste.

 

I'm sorry I don't get why you mean by story? It's probably me just reading your post wrong

 

-snipped, the finished product is a bit further down-

 

I'm so dumb! I get what you mean now an yes entry's like this will be aloud you won't need a design for this contest if you choose. And you never know a story like that could win you the contest. You will have to wait and see. By the way very nice story so far!

 

Sweet! All I need is to make the transition scene and the battle scene and that should be it. I have plenty of time today so hopefully I can finish this today!

 

WOW! just wow. that is a good long story. and I like it and will vote for you. (if it is a voting thing)

 

There's no rush as you have plenty of time the contest won't be starting for at least a week or two ok.

 

Hmm..... Entry considered....

 

I guess I should post here too since I'm helping
Awesome story Spike :O
I'll be looking forward to all the entries

 

Yes people, gadgetboy is running this contest with myself so feel free to ask him anything on the contest.

 

Ooooops! I double quoted want meant to do that. My bads!

 

So here's my entire entry for the contest. I understand the format might change later on, when the contest starts. I shall change my format accordingly by then.

Jeremy’s New Armor​

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Jeremy walked across the buzzing streets of Alkari-7. His recent battle with the security force at Klinon-8 had left his armor in pieces; he had underestimated the corrosive abilities of the troopers guarding the area, and had barely gotten out of this rather "sticky" situation with his life. The metallic standard-issue suit had been fizzled to bits, and the unlucky space marine thought himself to be wise to purchase another back-up suit before his next suit arrives via the oh-so-reliable space package. As he walked through the various bazaars in this strange desert city, a particular suit of armor in one of the rather up-tight stands caught his eyes.

The fancy shop looked small and hastily made at the very first glace; however, Jeremy could not mistake the fancy draping that neatly draped over the sign. It is a fine red Lepton silk hand woven and accessorized by whoever that owns the place; the maker took their time looping each line of golden string criss-crossing the red drape. “Hedrick’s Armor Stand eh?” Jeremy silently made a mental note of the name of this armor stand, until he noticed a Zaconian Hawk-man dressed in full tuxedo standing right next to him.
“Pardon the intrusion, Monsieur Customer; I couldn’t help noticing your, erm, tattered shirt.”
The Hawk man pointed his feathers are Jeremy’s still-disintegrating armor, making the space adventurer rather embarrassed.
“Well, hi there!” Jeremy replied to the fancy hawk man, eager to shift the subject away from his melting torso. “I don’t suppose you sell armors at your stand?”
“That is correct my good sir!” The Hawk man raised his head proudly as he walked behind the counter. “Here at Hedrick’s we sell only the finest of armors and wears!” As Hedrick boasted about the excellent quality of his armor, he began rummaging through a tattered cardboard box he brought with him. “You might be a laughing stock now, and frankly, I would have laughed at you in any other circumstances; but I assure you, Monsieur customer, that you shall not leave Hedrick’s Shop of excellence without an armor which you can brag about to your friends! Behold!”
The hawk man made a stiff jerk upward as he pulled out a piece of armor. This piece of upper-torso chest plate is composed of a strange, gold-like metal that emits a strange hum. There are 2 lines of purple, decretory runes running from the neck of the chest plate towards the abdomen area of the chest plate, where they merged together into the shape of a medieval lion. The armor’s shoulder isn’t composed of the strange gold-like metal; rather, it is a metallic substance that emitted a powerful green hue. A piece of red gem nested cozily right at the center of the suit, giving the chest plate an air of royalty and to some extent, arrogance. The space cadet took only one glace at the piece of armor to realize that it serves better as a decoration, rather than a descent battle gear.
“Excuse me Mr. Hedrick, but do you have anything that is… um, more, uh… practical?”
The hawk man could barely contain his feelings of shock and disgust as he tried his best not to lose grip of his work of art.
“I beg your pardon good sir!” The Hawk spoke with a rather intimidated tone. “I do believe my ears deceive me! Are you criticizing my works of art?! You had better explain yourself this instant! I won’t stand for your blind eyes at perfection!”
Look, I know your armor is finely-crafted, and honestly, it’s seamless!” Jeremy’s words are not without his hint of truth. Every seam on this armor had been welded together, then sanded down, and carefully glazed over until no seam can be seen. “However, I am looking for something a little bit different.” The space adventurer breathed a sigh of relief as the hawk man stepped back in a gesture to reason.
“Alright, so what I need on my mission is protection; I need to be protected fr-“
Jeremy felt the very ground beneath him shake as a behemoth stampeded toward the poor space cadet. The giant stopped just short of stamping him into the very dirt. Jeremy carefully turned around, shifting his vision upon the enormous being behind him. The stout being had an elephant trunk-like appendage firmly affixed to his face. His rough, light green skin and his stumpy foot as well as his 3 meaty appendages on each of his hands did nothing to distract Jeremy from looking at his singed, dusty blacksmith apron, and a cheesy one-liner written right on the apron using what seemed to be red, permanent marker: VICTOR FOR VICTORY!
Yes. His name must be Steve. That must be it.
“Victor!” The Hawk man bellowed with ferocity at the towering behemoth in front of him. “I was just about to close a deal with my valued customer! Stop trying to undermine my operations at every twist and turn!”
The elephant behemoth was obviously not cut from the same cloth as the hawk man’s wardrobe. He raised one of his thick, bushy eyebrows, revealing his glazed, beady eye.
“Last time Victor checked, little space man was unhappy with the trinkets Hedrick had to offer.”
The oversized elephant bent his upper body toward the frightened adventurer, leaning toward him as if trying to squish Jeremy beneath his bushy brows. This situation could get no more awkward, thought Jeremy, unless the elephant man sported a mini gun and screamed “Sandvich!!!” at the top of his gargantuan lungs.
“Little man!” The elephant roared at Jeremy with his thick accent. “Victor knows little man want descent armor, and won’t settle for worthless scrap competitor Hedrick sells!” He seemingly pulled a gigantic steel armor out of nowhere, and slammed it down on the ground with a huge “thud!”
Jeremy could barely believe the massive piece of armor Victor settled in front of him. The piece of massive chest plate is composed of jagged chunks of raw, Icelandic steel, eradiating a fine, frozen mist that lowers itself onto the heated dirt ground. The rugged pieces of mystic steel have been roughly polished, although the streaks of coarse sandpaper lines only improved upon the chest plate’s adventurous feel. A humongous shield composed of ancient drift wood, and lined with a sturdy metallic rim are affixed in the center of the armor set, making the piece of breastplate look all the more durable. Of course, Jeremy doesn’t need a scale to see that the massive pile of heavy steel weighed more than himself and Hedrick combined; and, even if the weight poses no problem to the adept adventurer, this metallic armor would stand no chance against the acid-sprayers that plagued Jeremy on Klinon-8.
“Um… yeah, this is going to sound a bit harsh, but I have no other way to say it.” Jeremy reluctantly removed his line of sight away from the hefty armor, and gazed at the colossal armor smith standing in front of him. “I’m looking for something that’ll protect me against acid, and I don’t think your armor fits the description.”
Jeremy watched as Victor led out a huge gasp, though he was relieved to see that the elephant was merely gasping in order to prepare his hearty laughs.
“Gah Ha Ha! Little man very funny!” Victor placed his massive palms on top of his massive stomach has he chortled at the tiny space adventurer. With his coarse, meaty palms, the armor smith glided his hand through his chilled, metallic beast of an armor.
“Little man no understand! Just look at Victor’s armor! No steel, lead or silly atomic explosions can make dent in Victor’s mighty wear; is impenetrable!”
The elephant man raised his eyebrows in jest as he slammed his big paws on his steely armor several times, causing a sturdy, loud bang each and every time.
“Look at reliable shell! It can withstand everything!” The elephant tiled the armor toward Jeremy, revealing the soft beast fur finely lined inside the armor.
“Look at the fur! It will absorb any shock! With Victor’s gear, you won’t ever need another armor ever again!”
Apparently the hawk man’s patience ran out. Before Victor could cause yet another rant, Hedrick interjected:
“Victor you blunder-eyed buffoon! Can’t you see that my customer want nothing to do with your ugly, low quality armor? Now scram before I drive you back to your hovel with a stick!”
“Ha! Victor like to see you try, puny bird man! If you want a fight, Victor is more than happy to oblige!”
Jeremy watched as the two smiths bickered over the value of their wears, both of which are incompatible to the adventurer. Just as he is about to make a headway toward another stall, he was confronted by a rather short, insect-like man. This little cretin looked like an oversized cockroach with the head of a mosquito, seemingly misplaced in this valley of higher organisms. “The name’s Sneed. I heard you need some goods to cover ya chest, yeah?”
The tiny bug-like creature inserted one of his many arms into the pocket of his grimy coat that he was wearing. After a brief period of shuffling around his rather large coat pocket, the sneaky salesman retrieved a piece of gear that he had for sale.
“Take a look at this!” Sneed flashed a piece of light upper armor at Jeremy’s face. The armor is composed of rather thick leather with metallic pieces of restraining rings decorated throughout. Tiny, but sharp pieces of metallic, possibly toxic needles protrude in concealed places throughout the suit, making the light armor a hazardous-
“It’s a strait jacket with dirty syringes on it!” Jeremy protested against the dirty man’s suit as he flinched backwards to avoid possible cross-contamination.
“Ah, yes, an astute observation yeah?” The sneaky salesman waved his questionable armor in front of the adventurer’s face, making the needles jiggling dangerously close to Jeremy’s pupils. “But looks deceives you; this fine piece of wear may be just a little something I scrunched up from the, ahem, local scrap yard, but just try looking at it in a different light, yeah?”
The insectoid man carefully placed down his armor piece, and waved his hands about in an attempt to perform cheap theatrics. “Imagine, if you will, that you are infiltrating an enemy fortress, and need to remain hidden. A heavy piece of lead won’t help you defend yourself against the guards looking for you, yeah? That’s why you need a light and agile piece of amor, so that you can dodge through all the problems standing in your… um….”
The insect man stalled his words as he stared at the huge shadow looming over him. Jeremy looked back to see the elephant man and the hawk staring rather furiously at their new competitor.
“It look like little bug man had returned with more of his junk!” Victor literally and figuratively tooted his own horn as he and Hedrick approached the little roach-mosquito man.
“Look, you ever heard of the term, diamond in the rough, yeah?”
“No! But Victor had heard of term ‘punching little bug man in face next time he wanders on Victor’s turf!”
“Pardon me, my dear friend Victor, but are you insinuating that you somehow own the land when my armor boutique is 2 feet across from your gigantic rear?!”
The green elephant man’s face began flushing into a shade of red as he strived to contain the urge to assault his competitors. “Well, at least Victor doesn’t sell frilly metal shirts with girly gems inserted to it!”
“Well, I never!” Hedrick straightened his slightly ruffled Tuxedo a bit. “Your armors are so heavy, no one can lift it out of your store, let alone wear it!”
“You talk nonsense, birdman! 2 of Victor’s weakling sons can lift Victor’s heaviest armor easily! Do not compare Victor’s fine wear with silly bug man’s flimsy trash!”
“Hey man! That ain’t cool! My armor may not be strong and durable, but at least you can make your get away with it, yeah?”
“Who needs getaway when little human have invincible Victor armor!?”
“And what do you plan to wear when the press take your victory photos?! Filthy rags made by an elephant or a bug? I think not!”
“Versatility!”
“Durability!”
“Aesthetics!”
“….”
A deep silence fell upon the bazaar as the trio halted their tongues. Their customer is now about three feet away from them, talking to a rather elderly man in a white wife-beater, a pair of light blue shorts and a wore straw hat. This man looked nothing like any blacksmiths the three of them had ever seen, yet he is handing a rather beat up piece of old mining armor to the eager space adventurer.
“What is this?!” Hedrick demanded at the space adventurer, his feathers began to puff up form the sheer force of his shocked rage. “Are our wear so unapt that you chose to wear this piece of worthless mining gear for an armor?!”
“Yeah man!” The cockroach shook 3 of his four unused appendages in the air. “I’ve seen some trash, but this takes the cake! ... Speaking of cake….”
“Victor thought little man is space adventurer, not antique collector!” The green elephant lifted up his bulky armor in an attempt to strategize. “If little man want trash, Victor got plenty out back.”
Apparently the old man had heard enough from the three bumbling businessmen. “Don’t you get it?” The old man strained with his wrinkled arms to lift his old mining gear just a bit higher up, so the armor smiths could get a better look at it. This mining gear is of a simpler design; pieces of gray, industrial hard and thick plastic layers itself over each other, giving the entire suit a rather scaly feel. The gaps in between separate pieces of plastic had been meticulously mended together by the same hard plastic material that made the suit; although the mending job is shoddy at best, the suit can still withstand a heavy beating before breaking apart at the seams. The suit also came with a helmet firmly attached to the shoulder plates; a piece of durable, orange plexi-glass seals the user securely from the rest of the outside world. In any other circumstances, this piece of mining gear would not be comparable to the standard battle armor of any player’s choice; however, it provides a more-than-excellent defense against any and all forms of acidic attacks.
“You! You! And the little bug man over there!” The old man tried his best to raise his failing voice at the trio of armor makers. “If you had listened to the young man’s request, you would have realized that he needed an armor that can fare against acid!” He pointed his shriveled finger at the smith’s chest plates. “Your armors may be tough as nails, but they can’t hold a bucket of water inside of them, let alone protecting people from acid burns! Now this here suit may not be the best gear you can find, and a wholly admit that; but unless you can find something better than this, I’ll be giving my suit away to this young man free of charge!”
“You what?!” The trio of armor makers screamed in unison, terrified at the potential deal that may be lost to them.
“Victor wish to argue points!” The angry elephant trumped past his competitors, and walked right in front of Jeremy and the defenseless old man.
“Victor and family work fingers to the meat tissue to make quality armor for customers, and now Victor see old man handing out free stuff?! Old man better have good reason to give out armor for free; or else Victor be very, very angry with old man!”
The elderly man looked at the intimidating elephant; he could barely contain the sorrow in his eyes as he questioned the beast:
“Do you know of the Syndicate?”
Victor did not dare answering that obviously rhetorical question. Indeed, everyone within the galaxy knew of the Syndicate. Two years ago, this mysterious group received the attention of the entire galaxy when they convinced the galactic counsel to persecute and punish mercenaries and clan members in the universe. Before anyone can react to this new ordinance, the Syndicate made their move; top clans such as B.B.T.S., Infinity, and other clans (which the author was not associated to and therefore would not prefer the shamelessly self-promote) was bombarded and decimated in a simultaneous all-out ambush. Any mercenary and clan member that survived the genocide-grade attack had been labeled by the galactic counsel, and received a hefty bounty on their head. And now, after two years had passed; cities around the stars are without its protectors. Crimes ran rampant as the police are powerless to stop the multitude of criminals that plagues the galaxy. The blacksmiths felt it too; this buzzing bazaar was even more luxurious two years before; the illusion of crowded streets was only a shell of the former metropolis that situated itself here.
After a brief pause, the old man handed Jeremy the old mining suit in his hand. “My wife was a mercenary, and she remained a proud mercenary even as the Syndicate scum showered her to death with acid.” His eyes began to tear up as he looked at the proud space adventurer.
“The Syndicate made their own brand of deadly acid, and it emits a unique smell different from any other substance in the galaxy! Young man, I don’t know who you are, or what you did, and frankly, I could care less about it. But the acid residue on your shirt, it smelled just like the specific acid the Syndicate used, when they murdered my wife.”
Jeremy can feel a rather heavy burden being placed upon him as the old man placed his armor to his palms. As the old man began to walk away, he made one final nod to the young adventurer standing behind him:
“I’m going to pretend I don’t know who your enemies are; but please, if you are fighting them anytime soon, give them a good kick in the head for me.”
“Yeah, you bet old man.” Jeremy stored the old mining suit into his inventory. The eager space rebel had wasted more than enough time getting the supplies he need to take down the syndicate’s hold on planet Klinon-8; his only concern now is to get back to his ship unharmed-
“Little man, a moment of time please!”
Jeremy turned around to see the three blacksmith standing patiently behind him. They have patiently stood behind him, and listened to the old man’s talk to its entirety. The Hawk man was able to gather up what remained of his focus, and began talking to the young rebel:
“Er, look, Monsieur; the three of us had, erm, come to an agreement. If you have the time, we are willing to offer our services to improve upon that mining gear of yours, free of charge! Long as you don’t mention that we are the ones who worked on it of course.”
“You might think Victor is crazy for charging nothing to little man, but let’s just say Victor is crazy! Ha!”
“Something is best left unsaid, yeah? Just give us some time, and we’ll work wonders on that thing!”
A smirk ran across Jeremy’s face for the first time in weeks. Something is best left unsaid, he thought, as he handed the mining gear to the capable armor smith (and that roach thing). The three armor smith worked through the entire afternoon, and through the entire night, making adjustments and adding special mechanisms to the suit. As the second sun rises on this busy planet, the three of them proudly presented the much-upgraded gear to the young space rebel. After saying their respective goodbyes, the young space rebel hopped onto this space ship, and plotted his autopilot for planet Klinon-8. The spaceship zipped across the rising sun, and disappeared with a flashing bang. As billions of starlight zipped past the courageous rebel, Jeremy knows that by the time his ship makes a second bang, he shall be engulfed into possibly one of the greatest fights in his career.
In the distant planet of Klinon-8, a metallic orbital fortress circled around the globe like that of an iron fist, its shadows looming over the planet, veiling its denizens from the light of the sun. In the center of the fortress, a gigantic land tortoise commanded his elite troopers to control the political actions in the entire quadrant. This tortoise is one of the top members of the Syndicate; ever since the Syndicate enacted the “anti-mercenary act”, this sly politician helped the organization gain control of most of the galaxy with his political prowess as well as his vast connections to the over as well as the underworld. As the tortoise sat at inside his control station amidst his fortified space fortress, one of his masked acid troopers barged through the mahogany doors in a hasty panic.
“Sire! The radar had detected a missile heading right for this office! We must evacuate this place at once!”
The tortoise took his time to finish signing the document that he so meticulously worked on for the past hour. “And what of it?” He questioned his subordinate with trifling agitation. “The fortress’ automated defense system can take care of this pesky little missile, can it not?”
“But sire, it seems that the missile had dodged all of our attempts to intercept it!”
The tortoise seemed mildly annoyed by his subordinate’s incompetence. He pushed his glasses slightly upward as he picked up a new piece of document to be signed. “Take care of it manually then; I have no use for troops that can’t handle a single flying projectile.”
“We’ve been trying sire! It’s just that… the missile seems to be dodging our shots!”
The tortoise looked out his window. The rays of light radiating from the star revealed the true identity of the flying projectile. It was a rather conspicuous projecting, fully decked out with dual wings, twin exhaust, red and yellow streaks painted at the side, and came fully stocked with a comfy-looking cockpit.
“That’s no missile….” The tortoise’s eyes opened just a bit wider as he acknowledged the identity of the projecting blazing towards his private office. “That’s a suicide bomber!”
Before the trooper could even react, the space craft exploded right into the tortoise’s office, its blast spread throughout the entire office, and much of the hallway. The tortoise found himself being propelled by the fiery explosion, sending him tumbling into the main lobby. The shock surprised most of the staff in the lobby, as panicking employees began scuttling toward the nearest escape hatch. The tortoise looked to his subordinate trooper, who seemed to be getting to his feet.
“Give me the damage report.”
Despite the sharping ringing in his ears, the elite trooper was still capable of delivering coherent sentences.
“This isn’t good. The explosion most likely blew a hole in the fortress, and we’re losing air by the minute! Also, your office was situated right under the nuclear reactor; I haven’t checked on it yet, but I’d say it’s about to blow sire! We need to evacuate the station immediately!”
The tortoise stared intently at the pillar of smoke rising from the hallway connecting the lobby to his office. “Tell everyone to evacuate the station, but leave a space escape pod for me; I still have some unfinished business to take care of.”
The elite trooper seemed rather confused by his superior’s reluctance to leave. “But sire, we can always get the papers works later, your safety-“
“The paperwork can burn for all I care. But that pilot, he still lives.”
The tortoise and the trooper stared at the pilot emerging from the scorching smoke relatively unharmed. The armor- oops, where are my manners? Gotta follow those formats!
Spike’s Armor Entry: 1040 Miner’s Upgraded Apparel: The mountain mover. This suit of armor was originally intended for protecting a miner during their intense underground dig; it’s thick plastic layers are designed to protect the wearer from bursts of scorching steam that sometimes erupt from below the ground in the volcanic planet of Zeon-9. However, this particular suit had been heavily modified to become a make-shift battle suit. The gray scales on this suit had been meticulously replaced by thick pieces of Nordic steel harvested solely from the hostile ice planet of Hysteria. This special plating gave the entire suit a soothing bluish glow, and at the same time, protects the wearer from blasts with intensities of up to 30 Kilo Nortons. The inside of the sleek armor is lined with the wool harvested from the legendary blue ox, providing the wearer with 60 Kilo Nortons of heat and cold protection, and around 20 Kilo Nortons of shock absorbance. Each of the slightest cracks in between the metallic plates, as well as the armor’s surface had been carefully and precisely coated in with the gels of the fabled anti-gravity snail, which ensures that the cracks between the strong metallic plates to remain closed even at a tugging force of 40 Kilo Nortons; such a force would rip the attacker to shreds before they could even begin to pry open such an armor. Tiny yet powerful shock cannons had been planted in various inconspicuous places inside the suit. This would allow the player the launch a flurry of surprise attacks upon unsuspecting foes; it would also make this cluster of hidden blades and daggers one of the most useless accessory that had been attached to this suit (Ya stinkin’ roach….). The piece glass affixed on the helmet had been replaced with melted dark matter harvested close to a black hole, thereby protecting the user from intense bursts of light emitted from flash bombs, and at the same time, hiding the wearer’s identity from the outside world. The durability of the dark matter face shield ensures that the foe would have an easier time breaking through the thick, padded metallic armor before even scratching the surface of this helm shield. The entire suit is finished off with yellow colored runes running from the shoulder to the ends of the armor’s fingers, as well as streaks of orange runes running from the belt to the ends of the toes, and a piece of brilliant emerald with a golden trim is inserted neatly in the center of the belt buckle, giving the entire armor an air of elite. Though these runes and gems only serves as decorations, they are nevertheless still more useful than the multitude of miniature shock cannons conceals throughout the armor (Ya stinkin’ roach….). This piece of advanced mining armor may be lacking in firepower, it makes up for its lack in offense with more-than-descent durability as well as damage protection, as a good piece of armor should. In the end, despite the fact that the mountain mover isn’t designed for mobile combat, the extra alterations that were put into this gear nevertheless makes the user as formidable as a mountain in the fields of war.
(And now, back to the story.)
“Evacuate everyone from the facility!” The tortoise shouted at his subordinate. “I will deal with out pesky intruder right here and now.”
The elite trooper gave his leader a nob of acknowledgement as he vanished from the lobby. And now, the lobby seemed quiet as the tortoise and the armored rebel stood in a dead lock.
“There is no need to disguise yourself Mr. Jeremy.” The tortoise ranted calmly as precious oxygen began leaking out through the corridor. “You are the only rebel foolish enough to lead an entire platoon it their death; and now that your ranks are ridden with causalities, you made the foolish decision to face me alone” The tortoise began retracting himself into his fortified shell, his body began spinning as he charged at the brave rebel.
“And now that you have destroyed the space craft that you came in with, I shall gladly bury you with my dying fortress!”
As the spinning shell propelled itself toward Jeremy, the space adventurer stretched his arms out to both sides, and caught the spinning shell with his superior armor. The soft padding inside of his armor absorbed the crushing blow dealt by the impact, and left Jeremy relatively unharmed.
“Ah… so this is how you survived the explosion.” The tortoise popped out of his hard shell, and reached for the acid gears stowed on the walls. “But let’s see how you fare against your old friend, acid!”
The tortoise squeezed the trigger as gallons of corrosive acid rained upon the unwitting adventurer. Jeremy raised his arm up to his eye level in a natural defense against the incoming acid, and walked briskly toward the vile beast.
“You may have beaten me with this trick the first time you dirty turtle; but you won’t get the best of me this time!”
Before the Tortoise could correct Jeremy about mistaking himself as a common turtle, the young adventurer’s fist connected with the tortoise’s face; the acid on his fist burned the tortoise’s skin, knocking him on his hard shell, and causing him to release the acid sprayer he was holding.
“You fool!” The tortoise swore to the space rebel as he rocked helplessly back and forth on the floor. “We’re about to bath in an atomic fire that you caused upon entry; and yet you persist to drag this fight on just as the station is about to blow up! Have you no sense of imminent death!?”
“Oh, I don’t plan to stall this any longer than I have to.” The young space cadet pulled out a pair of one-size-fits-all space cuff from his inventory. “You’re coming with me, and you are going ot answer to the political scandals you’ve committed-“
“Gotcha!” The tortoise made one final rock, and lept upward to grad the unsuspecting space rebel by the throat. “You fell for the oldest trick in the book!” With his massive hands, the tortoise ripped and emerald gem right out of the space cadet’s belt buckle, and crushed it beneath its enormously big feet.
“So what are you going to do without your power source on you, rebel scum? Now submit to the might of… what the?”
The tortoise stared in confusion as Jeremy lifted up his left arm, revealing a tiny shock cannon nestled neatly in between his armpits.
“Yeah, the emerald really doesn’t do anything; disappointing, I know.”
The tiny cannoned flashed a tick, and the resulting forced knocked the tortoise back. The sheer force of the blast caused the reptile to smash through the metallic walls of the lobby, and out into the vacuum of space. As the tortoise struggled to regain balance in the void of space, a nearby ship, hidden inside the shadow of a nearby planet, produced a strong beam of light that suspended the tortoise dead in its track. It seems Jeremy’s men arrived just in time; the beam of light pulled the tortoise into the rebel ship, then proceeded to move itself onto the space rebel captain himself.
“Alright boys!” Jeremy opened up his communicator as he praised his teammates for their timeliness. “The cargo is in! Let’s get out of here before this thing blows!”

Achievement Unlocked: His Name Is Sheldon​

“Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening whenever you may be. This is Steven Flex, brining you on-the spot news wherever in the galaxy you might be! Tonight’s top story focuses mainly on the aforementioned rebel group, clan infinity, which persisted to overturn our beloved government after any and all clans have been labeled as illegal throughout the galaxy. At about 94 pm standard galactic time, one of the rebel’s elite broke into the orbital fortress held by the governor of Klinon-8, then proceeded to demolish the entire structure from orbit. Although no staff were injured from the resulting accident, the governor of Klinon-8 was unfortunately kidnapped, possibly kept alive as a tool for extortion by the rebels. We turn to our field reporter for more information regarding the attack-“
“Sandvich!”
“…”
“Victor sorry. Is first time for Victor to guest host in public television.” The green elephant gently picked up his minigun, and returned to his seat once more.

 

Very nice spike! very nice indeed, you sure your not an author or publisher? joke!

 

I try my best, but thanks! That was a very good complement!

Also, I will reformat my story when you post rules about entering the contest. I am definitely looking forward to seeing the other entries!

 

thankyou, should be a good contest if there's lots of entry's.
Because this is just a user run contest by myself,Gadgetboy,Joxalot after all, its not run by any of the dev team so some people might not take it seriously.But there will be very real prizes supplied by myself and Gadgetboy.
we come with the idea of doing the user run contest just to let the community have a bit of fun and to keep people interested with there idea's for the game until release.

 

I'm a spriter.
This'll be fun to do.
Count me in.

 

Ok, cant wait to see your entry then Zailiner!

 

Can't wait for all the armors I get to see.

 

So I'm guessing I need to un-block Joxalot then?

 

We're not sure if he is helping us at the moment.
So I would say just leave it as it is for now.