Defender_16

I've done enough edits the past couple of days. It's time to Do- Do- Do- DOUBLEPOST!! The Raker class Starfighter. Used as the mainline fighter by the Royal House of Alderaan through much of the Clone Wars. Tough armor protected the ship when it's shields proved inadaquate and it's two powerful engine banks could give it speeds of up to 85 MGLT. Two nose mounted laser cannons and wing mounted Blasters served as the primary weapons, though the Raker could also be equipped with concussion missiles or torpedoes. Most models could also carry a hyperdrive, though this was often removed to save weight durring combat if they were traveling with a fleet. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/RakerclassFighter.gif Years after Alderaan disarmed the general shape and layout of the Raker inspired Starypan/SunHui Spaceworks in the design of their Razor class starfighter.

That actually seems like it'd work Krytos. Review of Windows upgrade from Vista to the 'New' XP

Yeah, I admit it did end up coming out looking an A-wing though the performance diffriences are staggering. Anyways, does anyone else have ideas for Clone Wars starfighters with less ability than those of the Origional Trilogy? Preferrably with the same sort of blocky 70's-80's car look to them like the Starfighters of Episodes 4, 5 & 6. All I've got so far of existing stuff is the Z-95, Cloakshape, & T.I.E. Starfighter. EDIT: V-19C Torrent based off of the one from the Clone Wars Cartoon series. http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/V-19 http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/V-19CTorrent.gif The intended back-story for this fighter is a little diffrient. An older fighter using similar systems to the Z-95 but intended for heavier work. Can be equipped with shields and is normally armed with 2 Laser Cannons and 4 Blasters. Can also carry either a single Ion Cannon or Torpedo Launcher. Somewhat common in the Republic fleet at the outbreak of the Clone Wars but hardly anywhere else. Most are lost durring the war or scrapped. Sublight speed of 75 MGLT. EDIT: Friday January 4th 11:15 pm (EST) http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/CloneWarsfighter2.gif My second version of the previous fighter that Mad (and even myself) thought looked a bit like the A-wing. As a bonus this re-design bulked it up to the level I originally wanted. ...And while I'm at it I didnt especially like the fold-down third engine on the C-19. I'm designating this redesign the V-19 D. (Though the file name is C2.) http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/V-19C2Torrent.gif

Trying this out. Is anyone else having trouble with Photobucket lately? http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/CloneWarsfighter.gif [x] (EDIT: One of these things is not like the other. ) This is one of the new vehicles I've been working on as part of an Alternate Prequel trilogy. (Alternate in that it hopefully won't suck like the ones GL made.) This fighter is intended to be used by the Armies belonging to the Clone Masters. It's engines are of a design stolen from Koensayr, a later model of which will eventually be used in the Y-wing. These fighters are stripped of as much extra weight as possible to give them a top speed of 83 MGLT. Blaster Cannons are the standard weapons though the wing pair can be removed to carry Heavy Rockets for attacking captial ships. EDIT: Work Please http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/th_CloneWarsfighter.gif

Crazy clock-work animation Hey! Mr. Tambourine man!! A nice little Star Wars animation EDIT: HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This may supprise you tofu, but people outside the US do exist... and they have internet. Hello to you people in the future! Communication across time and space! It's a Paradox!

Both players need to have the same data files. You would need to make the same edits to the game on both computers in order for it to work. One way to do that is to simply copy the data files from one computer onto the other so it helps if you have a large flash drive for that. So, no you couldn't cheat without having done something to the other computer first. Your friend just caught an unlucky break is all.

My workplace requires that I either shave or wear a hairnet around any beard I might grow. Obviously in this case it means I shave.

+++ The lone Escort shuttle Carrying Admiral Dorja, Colonel Fel and Commander Taulen aboard reverted to Hyperspace in a seemingly random system. "Colonel, set course for the second planet in the system. Sensors should show it as uninhabited." "I've got it on sensors sir." replied the Colonel. "Good. Put us on a straight line for the system's Star until we cross the orbit of the third planet." Without another word Jag sent the shuttle heading deeper into the system. Some time passed before he spoke again. "Crossing orbit of the third planet, changing course to close on second planet." Once the Shuttle had swung about on it's new direction the Admiral unbuckled his restraints and stood up. "Colonel please adjust our com system so it is broadcasting on a tight band, dead ahead. After that if could you please go aft and spend some time with the Commander." Jag punched in the commands on the flight console, engaged the Autopilot then saluted to the Admiral as he went aft. Once the hatch to the aft turret was sealed Dorja pulled out a datacard and inserted it into the communications suit. "Pass code; Dorja Ay Are, Green, One Three Three Seven One Two Zero Seven Four One, Charlatan. Enable." Lights flashed and blinked across the com suite for a few seconds then two words popped up. 'VERIFIED... TRANSMITTING/' http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/EscortShuttlescan-1.jpg Dorja picked up his com. "Colonel you can come back up here now." Then he set the com unit for continuous transmission and strapped himself back in. The rest of the flight remained uneventful until they reached high orbit of the second world. "Sir, we're going to pass dangerously close to the second planet's small moon." "How close?" "Roughly a kilometre, though the moon is only ten Kilometre's long." Dorja seemed to think about it for a moment then nodded knowingly. "Don't change course, keep us headed straight into the atmosphere." Jag did just that, though he reduced speed enough so that they wouldn't burn up on contact with the atmosphere. The tell-tale vibration ran through the ship as they passed through thicker air. "Taulen here, I've got something weird happening aft." "Elaborate please commander." requested Dorja. "Sorry sir. We've got two points a few hundred metres behind us where some of the atmosphere is swirling away. It's not from us." "Keep close watch on them." instructed the Admiral. "Whatever you do, don't fire on them." When the shuttle reached lower altitudes they encountered some of the thick clouds that seemed to shroud the equatorial regions of the planet. "I can make out some shapes now because of the clouds." reported Taulen "Three wings, pointed like Interceptor arrays but larger. I can't make out any other features, the whole thing is a uniform black like there's no light reflecting off of it." After another minute of slow but steady descent they passed through the thickest of the cloud layer into the more open air below. "Whoa, became visible sir. They're accelerating." The two craft, both of them the distinctively large modified V-38's known as Tie Phantom's, passed by on either side of the shuttle. Once they were far enough ahead, both of them reduced speed to match that of the shuttle. Both flashed their running lights in sequence then began a slow turn off to starboard. Taking the hint, Jag turned to follow in their wake. The two craft guided them steadily downward and then across rough terrain on the planet's surface. At length they dipped down into a canyon system and the rocky walls steadily rise up on either side of them. More than once Jag thought that the Tie craft leading them were about to collide with the canyon walls, only to find out that chunks of the rock had been strategically cut from the sides of the canyon allowing the two to fly side by side. The three ships passed though a dizzying number of turns, following the seemingly random branching off of the connecting canyons. After one turn they passed under a distinctive outcropping of rock that reached clear across the top of the canyon forming a natural bridge. When Jag glanced back down less than a second later, both Tie craft had disappeared and they were now headed straight at a wall of rock. The proximity sensors and collision alarms hadn't gone off as they should have but Jag cranked back the throttle sharply just to be certain. Before the shuttle even began to lose speed they had passed through the fake canyon wall and could see the holo projectors creating the illusion. Jag exhaled and returned the throttle to a more normal setting, continuing to follow the Tie Phantoms. Above their heads was now a solid roof made up of durasteel and, increasingly, of rock. Along the walls and floor of the slowly descending corridor were gun emplacements of varying sizes. Small Turbolaser turrets, Quadlasers, Ion cannon and even E-web positions tracked their progress into the base. A large armoured blast door parted to allow entrance to the approaching Ties and closed just behind the shuttle. A short distance in after the doors was large underground landing bay was laid out between and around huge supports that held up the ceiling. Below the large platform that made up the lowest areas of the hanger was a lake that had formed from water seeping in along the tunnel. A square section of that platform lit up with landing lights and the Phantoms split off and headed for the large Tie racks in the highest parts of the bay. Jag was careful to bring the Shuttle in slow so that the repulsors wouldn't kick up any wind and possibly annoy the group of officers and troopers forming beside the designated pad. The wings retracted smoothly and landing gear touched down on the pad without any jarring. Jag set the shuttle's ramp to begin descending and started the craft into an automated shutdown. Dorja meanwhile made his way back to the landing ramp where Taulen was already waiting, a Carbine holstered at either hip. When the ramp at last touched down the Admiral, at his insistence, lead the way. The moment Dorja's boot hit the landing pad forty Stormtroopers and two Officers snapped to attention. Both he and the Commander returned the gesture and waited at the bottom of the ramp a moment longer for Jag to appear and also salute. A man wearing the uniform of an Army General stepped up before them. "Admiral Dorja, welcome to the Emperor's Corporate Sector Palace. I'm General Ganmey Solange. It's my job to see to any unexpected arrivals here and carry out the appropriate actions. First though, while you're on base we'll have to confiscate any weapons you may be carrying." Dorja and Fel both turned over their side arms while Taulen handed over both Carbines along with a boot knife and a holdout blaster that he'd hidden inside his uniform. Dorja glanced sideways at his Stormtrooper Commander. "How long have you had that holdout Commander? I never noticed it before." The side of Taulen's mouth twitched as if he had almost cracked a smile. "Three years sir." "Hmm..." General Ganmey spoke up. "Gentlemen, if you will please follow me?" Then he turned and headed for a Turbolift along with the other officer and a pair of troopers. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/TIEPhantomRack-RA2.jpg 090

+++ A lone EZ-95 ugly reverted to realspace nearly within spitting distance of the half destroyed Cargo Facility Two. The pilot rolled his fighter in even closer to the station and opened fire on the topside Turbolaser turret. Paired laser cannon shots walked up the turret housing melting armour plate. The cannons in the first turret exploded scatering debris far and wide. Dereliction and Bright Hope finished their micro jumps next and the Gunship opened fire on two of the other turrets with laser cannon and turbolasers. A second turret exploded before the station raised it's shields. The underside turret opened fire on Dereliction stitching the ship with rapid Turbolaser fire. The ugly fired it's concussion missiles but the explosives detonated on the station shields. Dereliction rolled as she continued firing, trying to keep fresh shields toward the heavy Turbolaser barrage. Captain Gades yelled out to the bridge crew of Bright Hope. "Helm, drop our nose then give us all stop! Antur overcharge all our cannons and fire them en-mass." The Corvette's topside Double Turbolaser turret and four laser cannon swung into line with the stations underside turret as the helmsman completed their maneuver. The tips of the cannon barrels almost started to glow with excess heat as they built up dangerous levels of charge. "[Cannons are going to overheat and melt down if we wait any longer.]" Cautioned Antur. "Wait for it..." Urged Ora. Dereliction rolled again and fired a new burst from her Turbolsers. "Fire!" The cannon hits from the Gunship's weapons weakened the shields just enough for Bright Hope's high powered shots to burn through, destroying the turret. The brige crew cheered in triumph. Over the noise the Captain called out for the helmsman. "The second their shields are down bring our forward bay into line with their main cargo doors." +++ Alek rushed back to the bow sections of the ship after scouring the aft sections for extra boarding personel. Most of the crew had spent time training for and boarding Slaveships bound for Hutt space. They all knew now that Imperial troops might be here and the lead boarding teams were armed with the heaviest weapons they could carry. At the door to the forward cargo bay stood Arrik Synn, the Human boarding chief wearing his Juggernaut 510 Combat Power Armour. He nodded to Alek as he approached and waved aside a few other memebers of his team to make room. "I've got a couple of guys with a micro Concussion missile launcher and most of my lead teams have grenades of one kind or another." Alek locked a heavy powercell into his blaster rifle and flipped it's fire selector to automatic. He looked to the larger armoured man. "There's a good chance of Stormies this time." "That's what I like to hear. I could use a good fight." The boarding chief cleared his throat. "Alright people, we're after some Imps this time it looks like! They'll be good so we've gotta be better. Work in teams, call for help, nades on pinned targets, all of that. Use your head and dont get killed." Most of those present yelled out in acknowledgement then grabbed handrails as the shiip shook again. Overhead lighting flickered and dimmed for a few seconds then came back on. "Bridge to boarding teams, stand by. All hands, brace for impact." Arrik hit a button on the side of his helmet letting him tap into the ship's sensors. At the last second he called out an additional; "Brace!" and everyone grabbed restraint bars even more tightly just in time for the ship to slam into the station's docking bay. Everyone aboard was thrown forward from the impact despite the helmsman having slowed them down considerably. Before anyone else recovered Arrik was into the Corvette's firward cargo fold and sprinting for the partially opened bay doors. The Magcon field remained powered around the cargo bay door just incase enough of the ship's bow hadn't entered the station's own bay. The floor of the station's bay was more than a metre above that of the Corvette's cargo bay floor but a small enough drop that the Chief didn't even slow as he leapt aboard the station. Most of the cargo loading doors aboard the station were locked down or sealed completely but one small entrance leading toward the station center was open. Four troopers in scout armour rushed from the door and opened fire on the still lone figure. Arrik didnt's even slow, as he tirggered his medium repeating blaster filling the doorway with red bolts and blocking any retreat. Then a grenade from his shoulder launcher hit the decking at the feet of the four Scout Troops. http://images3.wikia.nocookie.net/starwars/images/thumb/e/e3/Juggernaut_armor.jpg/180px-Juggernaut_armor.jpg (Click picture for article) 003

Uncertain which thread this should go in at the moment so i'm going with Random. I got a DeWalt Tool set! Hell yeah! http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/DSCF7600.jpg

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+++ Admiral Dorja scanned through a stack of classified documents in his quarters, the door locked and troopers posted outside. In the center of the room he'd placed three cases all of which held special transmitters needed for entrance to various secure Imperial compounds throughout the galaxy. What he needed now was to figure out which combination of classified codes would fit with one of the transmitters to get him where he wanted to go. Ardent and the rest of the Imperial Battlegroup remained in orbit above Bonadan, under escort by the local CSA fleet. The locals had provided them with a 'secure' subspace communications band to contact the Corporate Sector ExO on the sector capital world of Etti IV. Though the ExO was officially the head of the CSA government he had refused to do anything other than promise to look over the Vong data. With power roughly equivalent to an Imperial Grand Moff there wasn't much else that Dorja could say to the man. That didn't mean there was nothing he could do about it. The Imperial Advisor to the CSA, the one responsible for representing the wishes of the Empire, or even the Emperor himself, had the powers to call a meeting of the Direx Board. After the completion of a huge Palace for Palpatine's use in the Sector some time after Endor, the Imperial advisor had traditionally taken up residence there. Before construction had been completed however the security of the site was increased considerably. After the Rebels had thrown away their entire fleet at Endor trying to kill Palpatine the threat of assassination attempts remained high. These days even knowledge of what system the Palace was located in was considered grounds for arrest in the CSA. At length the Admiral assembled the data cards and pass-codes needed along with which transmitter. Once he'd secured the rather small transmitter in a new case (one not rigged with explosives) he headed for the bridge. +++ "Dorja to Wintle, Commander please report to my ready room." As he waited the few seconds for the Commander to arrive Dorja looked at the holo image projected onto the one wall of his office showing the planet below. Bonadan's ugly near uniform shade of yellow was streaked through with blots of rust. It was hard to tell which of the two colours were supposed to be clouds. The world was a barren wasteland and how so many people continued to live down there amazed him. The office door hissed open and Commander Wintle snapped off a salute as he entered. "Status report Commander." Wintle went through the list of readyness reports and the status of the CSA forces still in the system. "Finally, the CSA fleet is still insistent on restricting our movement inside the sector." "That's no surprise." Muttered Dorja, as he wiped at his forehead with the palm of one hand. "Oh, also sir a Hallis Saper the Head of Corporate Sector Media Distribution is requesting an interview with you." "What?" Came Dorja's surprised reply. "A Civilian? Must be from one of those gossip tabloid columnists. Why doesn’t she interview some of the CSA people?" "The Espos sir? " "Right, right, what was I thinking. Request denied. We don’t need the local government accusing us about inciting civilian uprisings." "Absolutely sir." Dorja closed down the terminal he'd previously been looking over during the conversation. "So to prevent anything like that from happening, and to make sure we aren’t just sitting here for the better part of a month, I'm taking a trip." "Sir?" asked the younger man arching an eyebrow. "I want you to have one of the escort Shuttles moved to the forward landing bay. Once you've done that contact Colonel Fel and Commander Taulen, have them meet me there. I'll want that bay closed off from the rest of the ship with all security and recording for the bay turned off." "I'll need authorization clearance for that sir. There are procedures against that because of the threat of officers occasionally going rogue." "I'm aware of the regulations Commander. While it never happened to me personally, some of the fleet group's I've been assigned to have had incidents like that happen. Years ago of course." He punched a series of commands into the terminal then ejected a datacard which he handed to Wintle. "I can't tell you where we're going or for how long but if we're any longer than two weeks assume the worst. You're in command of the group until I return. If you need the opinion of one of the other ship Captains ask. They have a few years experience on you still. Use it." "Aye sir." With that the Admiral was up and head out the door and Wintle scrambled to carry out his orders. +++ When Dorja arrived in the forward landing bay the last of the shuttles pilots were just leaving. A lone escort shuttle sat near the bay entrance with it's signature wings folded and landing ramp down. When the Admiral made straight for the shuttle, both Colonel Fel and the Stormtrooper Commander headed to join him. "Colonel Fel, do you have piloting and servicing experience with one of these vehicles?" Asked the older man. Fel threw a salute as he fell into step. "Some sir, we were all cross trained on Escort Shuttles at the Academy. The controls are simple enough and the maintinence tends to be more simple than on the newer Tie craft." "Good." Dorja held out a case to Fel. "You'll need to remove Primary access panel 6B and replace the standard transmitter with the one in that case. Bring the old one aboard in the case when you're done. Commander, you'll be manning the aft Turret. You're the only officer aboard with gunnery training that has high enough security clearance." "I understand sir. Are there any special weapons you think might be appropriate for where we're going?" "Commander if we need to use any weapons on this run we're dead already." 089 Just *barely* in time for Christmass.

Looks like a lot of work. I wonder how long it will take to melt? Hapan Miy'til Starfighter http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/MiytilstarfighterHapan.gif

I have a method a of rapidly glancing back and forth between the keyboard and the screen, though I do tend to spend a little more time looking at the keyboard. I added my vote to "Not quite." EDIT: Geh, Tofu with that avatar I keep mistaking you for Tex

I laughed at the cat vs turtle vid. Manson Duet Manson Gets On Mr. White's Nerves What is... ATHF

The guy who was losing somehow countered/blocked a supermove, *repeatedly* and beatdown the one who'd been winning by a lot at the start. Frikkin sweet.

I lol'ed at Chuck Norris. Krytos, the last link is busted/Forbidden. The Crippled Spiderman series. Crippled Spidy vs excalator sign Crippled Spidy at Terminal Velocity Crippled Spidy vs Death Star

I used AutoCAD for the origional design, but have been using paint for scaling all of my fighters to the same size.

Spiderman's Dark secret A Clockwork Orange as performed by Girlscouts Fonzie looks into the future

The origional Nebulon B carried 24 Tie Starfighters. This can only carry about 5 if youre lucky. In other news, 1. The old tie Starfighter size as listed in Wookiepedia is wrong. 2. I totally screwed up when scaling my old Tie craft (Which I had already figured out.) But have since corrected it! (Sorta.) http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/TieVengeanceCOMPARISON.gif

I said in my first post that I was using an image of Hugh for it, b man.

I'm actually supprised it stored that much. View from Voyager Probe on it's approach to Jupiter Lucas ripps off Sonic movie Darth Scarlett

Some time after the Nebulon B came out and the Imperial Navy started to realise it wasn't quite as great as advertised. Post Hoth or Post Endor.

I took the old Nebulon, cut it down and made it into a convoy escort. (I know, the origional is supposed to be a convoy escort too.) It's got improved armour and has roughly the same weapons compliment but can only carry a handful of fighters if any. As an added bonus, because of the decreased mass it's faster and has a better turning rate. http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h293/Defender_16/KDYLFRG01.gif