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Sometimes the worst weapon you can come up with is just a person with a smaller weapon. Question is- who gave her the knife? A drawing of Seshi and Dayana for @MrSynnesterand @White In Sky :D

I've come to artspam... I Dunno if there's been anyone who's been missing me posting art in here. ^^' It Zeke Bunch of character designs here. From the Halloween one-shot, From a Christmas "one-shot" (Main campaign) (Other campaign)

Jan 14: Denghis has joined the team as a Server Dev

Anton Fasani - 14/01/2021 He was playing NT Rep so I figured I'd do a quick sketch since he dons that suit truly well.

A bored-doodle-hours stuff and getting used to Krita software. Pew pew pew.

Paradise's version of Colonial Marine's Xenomorphs are Terror Spiders. It is where all the art, code, and time have gone into. - They're a joy, and have counterplay, whereas Xeno's have only really had one major change to their code. From round rotation enabled, to disabled.

A vox christmas https://gyazo.com/4999b535f89cf110953e8a07645403de

Yeah, I agree. While a game-community issue. It can be influenced by ingame limitations. Be it the rules being updated, or the ingame start being respected and looked at more. e.g I don't want to see Blueshields, when Command is stacked. Having authority (when they do not have any) to change AI laws, call shuttle, contribute heavily to the RP scene of Command decisions. They can comment, but shouldn't be a raging wizard about it. Too often the Blueshield RP-breaks to snide-remark or comment/enforce an idea, action or other. To create a false authority. This is enabled further through Captain ID, Captain Radio. OOC Blueshields need to be looked at with more focus. It's an extremely powerful role, that is suppose to be limited, but has lost all those limitations through social engineering within our community. It is simply assumed that a BS now gets AA / AF. Can now get away with Redshield/Changing Laws. Mind me, though. That the lee-way is very much curved to Security as well. Who can unlawfully shoot, baton, or other - space law crime, and simply get ignored because #It's only Minor. Which baffles me since it may as well not be included in Space Law if no one, IC or OOC tries to properly enforce it. The few times as IAA, Magi, or other that I try to tell Blueshield or Security off via reports or spess law, its often responded to with - 'but y its minor crime...'

Forgot I never uploaded this here. I'm learning to draw vulps slowly evil man

Name: Skippy Age: 36 Gender: Male Race: Slime Person Blood Type: Slime Jelly General Occupational Role(s): Medical Doctor Hydroponicist Service: Cook and Bartender Biography: Born in Xarxis V, Skippy remembers very little of the oceanic home planet, other than watching the tides slowly grow more distant as he got further and farther away from them. Staring from a shuttle window, alone, scared. This is the earliest memory he can recall, and it's also where his story begins - a very young slime, marooned in space, unsure of how or why he was there in the first place. Time passed, and eventually his shuttle was discovered by a human spacecraft- the NSV Primordial. Skippy was brought aboard the old starship, frail and weak, terrified by creatures he could not understand and didn't know. He was fed, given a spot in the labs to rest, whilst being kept under close observation. Eventually, he grew accustomed to the humans, and though he couldn't understand what they said, he felt they were not interested in harming him, and that they were probably just as confused as he was. He grew close, in particular, to a human scientist called Jack Skipper, an expert in Xenobiology, who spent most of his time with Skippy. Though he could not understand them, Skippy started trying to mimic the human; their vocal entonations, their habits, and eventually their physiology. His first words in Galactic Common were "Skippy" - an attempt to talk to his caretaker. "So your name is Skippy?" - Jack smiled, taking notes of the developments. "I'm Jack. Jack Skipper. We share a similar name!" "Skippy! Skippy!" , replied the slime, his physical form closer to a toddler than slime. A connection had been made, and a bond shared. The years that followed, Skippy got more and more involved with Jack, assimilating a more humanoid form and behaviour. He grew taller, learned to speak better, learned to acquire a taste for human food and drinks. Though he advanced in his years as a humanoid slime person, he receeded in his early memories of Xarxis V. Here was home now, he thought, and Jack was his father. It was a period of happiness and joy for Skippy, betrayed only by his feelings that he couldn't totally fit in. Eventually, Skippy was a fully developed slime person, as "human" as any other crew member of the spacecraft. He had been given an education, both in Jack's quarters, as well as in the lab, and was knowledgeable of traditions and customs, values and reasonings given to him by humans. Some years later, Skippy decided to start studying medicine, hoping to learn more of the human body and be able to pay back for his care. In the coming years, he learned a lot about medicine, practical applications, and eventually became an expert in the field of study. He was also, however, intrigued to discover other species existed, a knowledge Jack had not imparted onto him. In Skippy's eyes, he was a defect, an incomplete human, a mess of a living being. Alone. But now, he knew others like him existed, other slime people, and many more different species out there! Skippy had decided to keep quiet about his doubts, consoling himself in the literature. Surely, Jack had had a good reason to not tell him anything. He had so many questions about who he was, why wasn't he told about it and why he was in the starship and not in his home planet. That night, during dinner, on the date of his master's thesis completion, he decided he would ask Jack these questions, and finally get some answers. It was a thrilling day, full of antecipation, both about his work, and his innevitable confrontation. Jack was a great father. He had taught Skippy everything. Love, values, to always keep a smile in the face of adversity, and to always strive to better oneself. So why deny him the truth, Skippy thought. The thesis was a great success, and the ship's crew congratulated him on it. But his father, the one person who he wanted to be present, was nowhere to be seen. Skippy looked for Jack everywhere; the quarters, the lab, he even went to the Bridge and ask the Captain for help, but to no avail. The Xenobiologist Jack Skipper had just disappeared out of thin air. The coming days were full of emptiness, remorse, sadness, and confusion. No one had a clue what happened to his father, or how he could just disappear out of thin air. Skippy had wallowed in despair, but enough was enough. He had decided to move on, and to keep looking for answers. For his father. For the truth he had been obscured. After some discussion with the Captain, Skippy was dropped of at a NanoTrasen research facility, where he remained for a while. Who knows how long It's been since he decided to enroll on the NSS Cyberiad, but in the time since, Skippy learned many lessons. He learned more about his origins, made friends with all manners of alien species, and continued to look for any mention of an officer called Jack Skipper. Maybe one day, he will find his father. Maybe he'll return to Xarxis V, and finally get to see those oceans coming closer to him. But until then, Skippy's living one day at a time, with a smile on his face, looking to care for his friends, do his job, and look out for the truth. Qualifications: Masters Degree in Medicine and Health, with a specialization in Surgery. Practical proficiency in Botany. NT Advanced Mixology license. Employment Records: Medical Doctor, 6 years of experience aboard the NSS Cyberiad. Currently exercising. Accessory consultant for NT's Botanical Research Department for 6 months. Security Records: Detained multiple time for Aiding and Abetting various people. Medical Records: For a slime person he seems to be in tip top shape. Very light drinker, can get drunk quickly. Sensitive to cold. Personnel Photo: Fan Art: Thanks so much to @thatdanguy23 for the amazing sprite plush drawing! Thanks to @Drakeven for the CUTE young Skippy! Thanks again to @Drakeven for the AMAZING drawing! I love it! <3 An amazing drawing by my friend @GatheringBlues. She sometimes does commissions so shout out to her. Do feel free to draw Skippy, I'll be super happy to put it here! Other Notes: Intoxicatingly friendly, to the point of coming across as annoying. Always has a goofy smile on his face. Strong sense of loyalty and will do anything to help his friends. Favorite Drink: Steven Stingray's drinks. Favorite Smokes: Robust Pack

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Kitikatihi (and Scarlet Einholve) Engisec + Medisec contract tag team Spoiler: meme

Not a sprite but I figured I'd drop my drawings in here as well instead of making a new thread. Latest Skippy drawing 2/01/21 Skippy v1.0 --- Old Drawings --- My favorite human to play with. John Reeves, Security Officer. And my favorite IPC, P.E.W, Station Engineer

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I hope everyone has a wonderful holidays <3

Ey! More planetside. @CheekyCrenando's Qatqat having Snack-Snack while shoosting some nerds.

Name: Seeseskis Age: 28 Gender: Male Race: Unathi Blood Type: B- General Occupational Role(s): Medical, Engineering, and Chef Biography: 2562 September 24th, Central Command, Interview with Seeseskis after Rescue (Log Start) - Recording Playing - Commander Ladaly, we’ve got something! Hmm? A signal, it's got a recorded message attached. Looks like the signal is coming from an uncommon travelling route. A disabled space pod. Play the message would you Faraday? - message started with recorder activated and fumbled onto a table - *ahem* My name issss s-s-ssSeeseskis. If anyone can hear thissss. I’m an Unathi and I’m sssseeking refuge. I have been drifting through sssssspace in a now no longer functional Unathi military grade pod. *pause* I have roughly 4 days more oxygen before I’m in trouble. - papers rustle - I’m a runaway from Moghes, born to fight a war with people of my own. My pod is damaged from my retreat and I can no longer change my course. *pause* I… fear the worsssssst. Heh, no. No I won’t go yet. Anyone who comesssss by this message my coordinatesssss are uploaded in.. uh… in this messssage. I beg for your transparency to my ssssituation. Thossssse of ill intent, I ask of you to have mercy. But for thosssse who desssssire not to finish me off. Or take what I have left. If it at all helpssssss, I am an able fighter trained in medicine and ssssome electrical engineering. A fresh ssssstart perhaps heh. Ain’t that the shit. You’ll never get another sssssSeeseskis anyhow. Intriguing. Want me to send someone out Ladaly? But of course, have him brought here. - Recording Stopped And this is how we found you. You were pretty lucky all things considered. You had less oxygen available than you predicted and a few space carps would've torn you to shreds. I sssstill don't know your name. You can call my Ladaly, I work as a commander for Central Command. Nanotrasen. Nanotrasssen. I've only heard bad thingssss from home. Why sssssave me? Its all talk Sees. You said you had medical training, engineering too? You aren't gonna ssssend me to my death are you? I ran for a reasssson. No no don't be silly. I have an idea where to put you. You could be a valuable asset. About that too, mind explaining yourself? Who exactly are you outside of your little distress message. Honestly, thatsssss not the only high praisssse I have received. I was born in a family of my own kind you ssssee, two brotherssssss and a sssisssssster. Ussss Unathi have a reputation for being a little warmongering ssso it wasn't out of the ordinary for my peerssss to go turning me into a killer for battle. Perssssonally I didn't sssee much purpose in fighting but I wassss sssstill trained in it, can't ssssay I'm displeasssed, the training wasss great. Its nice to be able to protect yoursssself. But I alsssso learnt how to ssssave livessss, cook, build. Sssstuff to me that jusssst ssstuck better than fighting. I didn't get a choice for what I wanted to be ssso my plan was to get out of dodge asss ssssoon asssss the opportunity came to me. It wassss all because found I wassss drawn to a higher purpossse, to pressserve life. There'll only be one Ladaly and only one ssssSeeseskis sssso why sssssquander that ssssspecial uniquenessssss? I found a even greater interesssst when I heard and interacted with artificial intelligence and cyborgssss. Machinesssss that had a whole person transssplanted that shit is really interesssting! sssimply put. Living forever to when I'm ready to depart sssssounds well within my life goalssss. Anyway where wassss I? Opportunity to get out? Thanksss. I can get carried away. sssSo uhm. I kept jussst following orderssss finding room where I could. It wasss building up to be firsssst big fight. One that would legitmately decide if I live or die. I wasss running out of time, that time indeed ran out. It wassss in battle where assss ssssoon assss combat began I made a run for it. Ssssspace pod away. But I didn't get out with the sssscratches I have now. Do you worry you'll find your family or peers again? Or they find you? No. No I made my possssition dead clear to them. I didn't want to take part in fighting. For all they know though, I'm dead. Dead asss hell. Through all that time me and them walked together they lissssstened but did not hear me. I won't forget. So what about your family and peers lost in the battle you fought in? Well... *pause* I don't deny they needed me. Maybe. If ssssomeone died I could've sssssaved their life. But they didn't care for me. I care for them really I do, but itssss. A contorted messsss. *Seeseskis scratches his neck, looks uncomfortable* And non friends and family I'd treat them with the ssssame ssssseverity asssss they did my wellbeing. as "ssssseriously" as possssible. It be only fair. This only extends to those who did you wrong though right? No conflicts of interests? They're Basssstards... Beg pardon? Sssorry ssssorry, no not you. But yesssss no conflict of interesssstsssss. I'll put it like thissss. If you abusssse a persssson for a good 20 or ssso years disssmissssing their concernsss and the like, they sssshouldn't be expecting help from you when the chipssss are down. I know people who had it worsssse but sssstill. *sounds of notes being jotted down* As for that life preserving thing. Expand on that, our stations are populated but not just the average crew but robots as well. Is becoming a robot of interest to you?. Very. Although, I have decided assss I'm at sssuch a young age. I will only do it once I'm ssssstarting to naturally decay. Frankly, I just like to believe I'm the one who decidesssss when I live or die. I mean, itssss not one hundred percent guaranteed sssssure. But I don't want my aging body be the reasssson I die. Hmm, and what of that fighting history. Have you ever killed another person? *pause* I... *pause* Another quesssstion pleassse. Seeseskis, I will need to know if you'll be a safe addition to our crew. Instead, are you a stable person. Yeah, yeah I am. I've jussst... From how I... you can already guesssss. *sounds of notes being jotted down* Do you get along well with others? I can be a little jittery. I try to be talkative but when itssss about me and my hissstory. Ssssalt on the wound y'know? Itsss not a fun thing to sssspeak of. Do you have any criminal records to speak of? I won't lie, yessss. Usssse of narcoticssss, asssssault. *pause* Tell me about the assault first. ssssSo for thossse timessss I did get away from home planet to planet albeit only temporarily I did find people that were... Fuck it. They anger me. Dissssscrimination becausssse I'm a Unathi type shit. That day I actually learnt how usssseful my tail isss for fighting. It doesssn't go much further than that. Assss for drugssss... yeah. ssssSometimes it jussst helpsss. Helps? *pause* I confesssss there were timessss where I completely lost ssssight of any purpossssessss I held dear, becaussse turning down the pain from my upbringing with pleassssure sssseemed purpossse enough. *sounds of notes being jotted down* There is a lot more for me to discuss with you Sees. You don't seem to be that big a risk and I reckon I have just the spot for you. *pause* Well... I mean... don't leave me guessssing! Come on! One of our stations. The NSS Cyberiad. Its got a good staff and the roles on that station fluctuate enough for you to try your hand and prove your expertise in your supposed fields. Isss there anything I should know? I mean I'm on board. But if there isss anything extra... I'll fill you in as we go. Welcome to the team Seeseskis. Get some shuteye and we'll continue processing you. You have had a rough few days as is. Thanksss Ladaly That'll be now Commander Ladaly to you. Get well. 2562 September 24th, Central Command, Interview with Seeseskis after Rescue (Log End) Qualifications: Has a Degree in Medicine Has training in combat. Employment Records: Service - As a chef Seeseskis honours the principles of ensuring everyone gets a meal based on your culinary preferences. He accommodates for vegans, vegetarians, and carnivores alike and often tries to work with the next door bartender to make an effective and enjoyable fine dining experience. As for other service roles he has little interest only rarely working in janitorial, hair styling, and botany among other positions. Medical - Seeseskis has had experience in all the medical roles and expressly enjoys the Coroner position the most but works more in chemistry. He has an eye for medical resource efficiency and knows how to save a life when the chips are down. Additionally his patients he openly provides some vanity to them, such as working to reverse the effects of the Pierrot's Throat virus by doing a full head and brain transplant for a patient of his. Engineering - In the engineering department Seeseskis has little but capable experience. He is an able craftsman and builder that prioritizes the stations solar panels more so than the engine for personal moral reasons. He has a knowledge of hacking that he utilizes sparingly but has a tendency to shock himself. Seeseskis has no understanding in the slightest in atmospherics. Command - Seeseskis only has worked as a Chief Medical Officer and Head of Personnel. He gets the job done but often finds difficulty in socializing with other command. He says the position is very threatening and stressful for him so that's why conversation for him is so fickle. Security - He is a trying fighter with a well understanding of Space Law. Usually Seeseskis works as a physician for security or as a station detective which he has known great comprehension in such. He doesn't like guns much however, which is what he states as to his reason to keeping distance from normal security matters. Science - Seeseskis knows some of the functions and purposes of the science department but ultimately dislikes R&D. He has held interest in the past for robotics and xeno-biology but often doesn't find opportunity in such work. Bottom-line, he rarely if ever works here. Supply - Typically Seeseskis if he is ever in the supply team he is working as a miner. He has never worked a proper cargo position as a normal thing but has demonstrated competency in the cargo bay before. Security Records: Has been caught during his time in chemistry testing narcotics he had made. Seeseskis was detained and a psychiatric examination indicated no illegal distribution of narcotics and just a chemical interest in the drugs he was making but this is often disputed. This was reported to HR and he has been given another chance to in his words "not get caught" for this behaviour again. It is generally advised to keep an eye on him just in case this happens again. Once working as a chef for the station managed to find clearance into the stations morgue. He seized this opportunity to get more meat for food but was stopped before the bodies could be ground. During medical practice has been noticed to be performing abnormal surgical procedures on people to reverse the effects of the Pierrot's Throat virus. This was consensual but carries major ethical concerns regarding the ships monkey supply. Medical Records: Has bad chemical burns contributing to nerve damage on the hands. Chemical burns were from long term exposure to hydrogen peroxide while on the job as a chemist. Damaged base of tail from lava-land encounter with a Goliath. Damages have not affected the tail functionality but it has been recommended to Seeseskis to have it amputated due to potential later health complications as a result. On every account they have refused citing "I like my tail, and you aren't cutting it off". Possible allergy to teporone as discovered during a chemical accident involving said substance. Has been caught a few times testing narcotic chemicals made on the job each time having them sent to the psychiatrist for a check-up. Results are chalked up to a general chemical fascination and not abusive behaviour although this is often disputed. Advised regardless to not do this for his own sake and for the integrity of his Standard Operating Procedure. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): The Unathi before you bares green and yellow scales are that glisten with moisture generated from the webby fins on their head. Their hands you can see tell tales of chemical burns from a history of chemistry work. Their tail looks mangled from a past encounter with a creature most vile. But regardless of their damaged physically appearance they carry a lazy but enthusiastic mood in their stride. Art Stuffs: - Made by me in a sitting. I'm not an proper artist as you can tell. But I tried. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: Favourite Food - Chocolate Chip Pancakes Favourite Alcoholic Beverage - Irish Cream Favourite Narcotic - Morphine Creators Note: Any and all critiques are welcome and correcting of grammar and spelling are equally as welcome. Thanks for reading. (I'll be adding on this sometime in the future. maybe.)

Name: Katiki Age: 28 (biological) Gender: Male Race: Vox Blood Type: AB- General Occupational Role(s): Medical, Engineering, Science Qualifications: Medical: Master Engineering: Expert Science: Skilled Command: Skilled Employement Records: Katiki was presumably first born on the Arkship 'Sunheat Leviathan' and made to be a combination of Medical Doctor and Engineer which is usual for Vox Engineers with a specialization on Biotechnology. He was tasked with the challenge of maintaining the health of the Vox on the Arkship which underwent recent cybernetic augmentation. His quarters were reportedly cluttered with medical records of fellow Primalis and design blueprints for new cybernetics. He was unusually unenergetic for a young Vox, unlike his kin. Due to a shortage of skipjack crew in a recent generation on the Arkship he was put into use as skipjack Engineer, given the task to treat injuries and maintain the ship itself, he's been dubbed as "Healing-Claw" during his time on the crew simply for being a outstanding Doctor. Him and the crew were usuall seen around the Tau Ceti system, which was populated by traders and merchants. Most of his time on the skipjack were spent with devising plans on how to subtetly raid the next trader ship or more uncommonly a entire station. His career ended with a raid on a presumed civilian trade vessel which was a disguised NanoTrasen military vessel, the Vox raiders on board of the NanoTrasen vessel were immediately noticed and the skipjack subsequently boarded where Katiki has been captured. He's been forced to accept a contract to pay up for the damages he and his crew caused in the raids of NanoTrasen trader vessels, his former crew members were placed on other NanoTrasen stations to avoid conflict. Since then he's been working at NSS Cyberiad, he stil maintained his past knowledge of Medical and Engineering and is commonly seen as a Doctor, Engineer or Roboticist and sometimes even in Command positions. He's not all to happy about his situation of forced labour and is mostly seen as 'moody' by non-kin, yet has an overwhelming attachment to his other kin. Security Records: As almost all his kin, he's a frequent kleptomaniac, many things seem to disappear when he's around. He's been reported to simply pass through rooms, subsequently resulting in the entire room being cleared of all its equipment. As to how this happens is still a mystery. Medical Records: He has major issues with being transplanted foreign objects not of mechanical nature and would refuse to accept such transplantations even if so would leave him crippled as to maintain 'Voxxidity'. Otherwise he's as physically and mentally healthy as a Vox can get. Personnel Photo (Appearance text): He's standing at pretty much the average height for a vox, but a bit taller. His blue quills shine in the light, matching the coluor of his eyes His beak has a little jag in it but looks quite pristine. Only his claws have a few visible burn marks. Commendations [only to be added by admin]: Reprimands [only to be added by admin]: Other Notes: Skrek.