#Escape Velocity

[abyssalzones]

2019 -> 2021 -> 2024 [now]

after a few years, I've finally updated the Escape Velocity crew's reference sheets ^_^ they feel much more real now.... possibly too real. I feel like domino is going to appear in my house and start asking me to buy beer

sometimes I feel a little discouraged about how long I've spent developing these characters without any comic pages to show for it, but I think in the end the extra time was really needed, and I'm really happy with how the crew look now :J and hopefully I can stop myself from making any more major changes.

check out my ev tag if you want to see more of these weird guys

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[theeighthdoctoradventures]

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ROUND THIRTEEN: POLL ELEVEN

Camera Obscura by Lloyd Rose

vs…

Escape Velocity by Colin Brake

[jamiedoesreading]

Fitz laughed as she told the story, which endeared him to her. He wanted to assure her that the Doctor was nothing like that, that he was down to earth, practical and straightforward, but he feared that he might find his nose growing at considerable speed.

- Escape Velocity

[themalhambird]

a[t/r]rest : escape velocity missing scene

RAVEN HITS THE WATER AND THE THAMES rushes, like a kraken that’s half starved, to swallow her whole. The murky brown water engulfs her, and then settles: she is gone, and might never have been there at all. She fell (and all evil above, there are days Max curses how well he can eyeball a distance) 63.7 metres. She was shot before she fell. 

The black choppers are converging on the pod. At the speed they’re going, Max gives it three, maybe four minutes before those soldiers on the ropes are swarming through the escape hatch. That gives him just enough time for—

—what? He’s too far away from any allies for the commlink in his cufflinks to be of use. He isn’t armed. He didn’t come armed to a meeting with a friend who he had known was in some kind of trouble. Because he trusted Gregori, and because he was with Raven; because it was London and he had thought he had An Understanding with the anti-G.L.O.V.E forces that operated in London- an understanding that should have rendered this trap unspringable…

So much for that. His shoulder hurts. Why does his shoulder hurt? Gregori had been running from Number One himself. He would have had the foresight to arm himself. Two minutes and closing. Even if Gregori was carrying a weapon, Max isn’t going to be able to fight his way out of a glass pod suspended above the Thames. 

He kneels by his friend’s body anyway, uncaring that his suit starts lapping up the pool of blood spreading out across the see-through floor. What are they making of this below, all those tourists scurrying about the Southbank, like so many worker ants? Gregori’s grey, blank eyes are fixed looking up at the endless expanse of sky. 

“Proshchay moy drug,” Max says quietly, reaching out and gently closing those eyes. He bends down and kisses, first, his old friend’s forehead- then his lips. There’s an old, familiar anger warming up again in his chest- long dormant, but never fully extinguished and now grown just that little bit hotter- like the flame of a bunsen burner with a vent just cracked open. 

The choppers move to block all four sides of the pod. There’s a loud thud as boots land on the roof. Max removes the signet ring from Gregori’s little finger and slips it on to his own. He takes the gold band from Gregori’s ring finger and slips it on to his own. They’re loose, of course. Gregori Leonov has made many cracks, over the years, about both the slenderness of Max’s fingers and the thickness of his own. But they’ll stay on Max’s hand unless they’re deliberately taken, and whilst Nero has little doubt that they will be taken, Max refuses not to try. When and if he gets out of this mess, he’ll find out what became of Madame Leonov’s corpse and if it’s possible, he’ll return her husband’s wedding ring to her. 

A rush of cold air enters the pod, and the noise from the helicopters’ blades increases exponentially. Max stands slowly, and as he does so he feels, rather than hears, the thud of feet landing behind him. Six men- Max can see their vague, distorted reflections in the glass. They spread out,  then close in riffles all trained on him and- ah, off course. One end of a rope ladder thuds down after them. 

There, Max thinks distantly. Right down there. That’s where Natalya hit the water when she fell. She’d fallen further in her time, surely? And with worse injuries than a bullet-graze. Hell’s sake, why was his shoulder throbbing so—-

His gaze falls on spider-webbed glass. The bullet hole at the centre of it. Drops briefly to the tunnel bored through Gregori Leonov’s heart and…oh. Of course. He’d already been moving when the bullet broke the wall, his shoulder colliding with Gregori’s chest too late to pull him down out of the way, just quickly enough to support the already lifeless corpse and…

He reaches underneath the lapel of his jacket, probing at the shoulder giving him the problem. His fingers graze a wetness and recoil. When he pulls his hand back, his fingertips are stained with red. 

“I SAID, TURN AROUND WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!”

Faint Gascony accent. The too-irritated tone of a soldier who knows he’s not allowed to shoot whatever it is he’s pointing his gun at, and really wants an excuse to do it anyway. Nero half turns, craning his neck round to look at him. “Terribly sorry, I wasn’t paying the smallest bit of attention,” he says, with all the cool, arch-politeness of a gentleman somebody else just barrelled into. He’s just about completed the one-eighty and is halfway through raising his hands when his vision fades to black for a moment. It fades back in just as quickly, but it’s not a promising sign. 

“You are being taken into the custody of the Hostile Operative Prosecution Executive-”

“The what?” Nero’s never heard of such a group, which means that nobody in G.L.O.V.E has come across it before either, which means that somehow, an organisation with the authority to run a mission in Central London, in broad daylight, has sprung into being without anybody in Nero’s world noticing. How— no. No, if Number One was behind this, somehow, he wouldn’t need a front- and he wouldn’t be so foolish as to play at secret services in the M.I sandpit, not when it would have been just as convenient if not more so to simply target Nero’s shroud over open waters as he returned to the school. 

If Max is lucky. If he’s very, very lucky. His credit is still good enough with Number One that even if G.L.O.V.E’s esteemed leader learns that Nero was captured whilst meeting a traitor, the man will assume that- had Leonov not been shot and Nero not been captured mid meeting- his longest standing, most faithful vassal would have dealt with Leonov for him. After all, Number One hadn’t alerted the rest of ruling council (why?) to Leonov’s supposed treason (what the hell had he found out?) and when Diabolus—

We don’t think about how it ended with Darkdoom, Nero’s dilapidated and long-atrophied conscience reminds him. That’s right,  Nero’s sanity agrees: the line of thinking is, therefore,  concordantly switched off and Nero re-focuses on the soldier, who is repeating, angrily: “The Hostile Operative Prosecution Executive-” and oh. Oh. It’s childish, but Nero simply can’t resist- he’s been shot through the shoulder and one of his best, last friends is dead on the floor, he’ll blame it on blood loss and shock if he ever has to. He smiles, broadly, and says:

“I suppose you’re hoping I’ll come quietly.”

The soldier growls- raises his rifle like a club and- honestly, Nero can see it coming, but why bother trying to block it? He’s not the one who’ll have to get his unconscious body up a rope ladder after, and with that joke he’s probably earned it—

Captain Denbas slams the butt of his rifle into the side of the prisoner’s skull. The prize malefactor crumples to the ground- felled like a sapling stood before a tsunami, though his head is spared a second blow. The corpse cushions it. This “Doctor Nero” character lands slumped across his dead confederate’s chest, instead of directly slamming into the cubicle's hard floor. 

Pity. 

“Jackson, pick him up,” he orders, glancing at  the private on his far left. Jackson’s not the tallest man of the squad, but he’s got the broadest shoulders. Their prisoner’s easily more than six foot, but he’s thin. Jackson nods, moving to comply. “Alright let’s move it, go,” Denbas says, grasping for the ladder himself. “There’s a team down on the ground waiting to take care of the rest of this mess. 90 minutes,” (pulling himself up towards the eager, waiting maw of the chopper) “90 minutes, and we throw that son of a bitch in a cell, where he belongs…”

(Meanwhile Max is drifting, lost in a spinning world of cold, rational calculation and frantic prayer. Natalya fell. 63.7 metres. Natalya fell. Into water- into the Thames, and all associated muck. She was shot before she fell. An open wound, and such a very long fall, and so very vile a stretch of water. But she’s strong, she’s strong, she’s strong: she knows how to swim, and she’s survived greater falls, and far worse injuries, and dealt with similarly unsanitary conditions and oh! how swiftly flies the raven/ swooping ‘fore the jaws of death:/Thou fears her wings are stop’d from beating/but soars she still on Aura’s breath…)

[someawesomeamvs]

Warning: LOTS (lots) of flashing lights, potential spoilers

Title: Icarus

Editor: vivafringe

Song: Escape Velocity

Artist: The Chemical Brothers

Anime: The Mystic Archives of Dantalian, Rising of the Shield Hero, Hyouka, Free!, Zettai Karen Children, Dr.Stone, Monogatari series, Steins;Gate, Charlotte, Redline (film), Space Brothers, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Children Who Chase Lost Voices (film), Neon Genesis Evangelion, Pluto, Angel Beats!, Cyberpunk: Edgerunners, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (film), Flip Flappers, Boku no Hero Academia, Hirogaru Sky! Precure, Bocchi the Rock, Bubble (film), Kaguya-sama: Love is War, Revolutionary Girl Utena, Samurai Champloo, Shadow House, Naruto Shippuden, Akira (film), Oshi no Ko, unknown anime

Category: Drama

[do-you-know-this-dw-story]

Escape Velocity (NOVEL: 2001)

[companionwolf]

(This poll is for helping me pick a cover image for my game jam entry's page!)

[masweird]

Rules: List the First Line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

Wasn't tagged, just happened to come across this. Feel free to participate, I'm not gonna tag specific people. Also these aren't in order of being worked on/posted, and many of them are in fact WIPs.

Mass Effect: Grissom Academy Dalliances (title not set)

Major (ret.) Kaidan Alenko didn’t think that a mid-life crisis was still a thing.

Mass Effect: Silver Coast Dalliances (posted on AO3)

“We can’t risk spooking him,” Shepard said, leaning forward on the table.

Mass Effect: Lessons (posted on AO3)

“Bye, cheerleader,” Jack said as Miranda entered the lift to leave the Engineering deck.

Mass Effect: Design Flaws (posted on AO3)

Grunt didn't know why Shepard brought Miranda Lawson with them on the Rite.

Escape Velocity: On The Edge of Nowhere

There was something about crawling through the service corridors of an old station that particularly irked Truck.

Escape Velocity: Savin's Paragons

The circuitry is fried, this chipset is literally melted, I can't just swap it out.

Escape Velocity: Ciel (title not set or thought of)

"I'll have you confirm the information we have on file," the male Dryadalian clerk said, his tone business-bored.

Escape Velocity: Zero Hour

Being an explosive ordnance disposal technician was not as glamorous as the job description had led one to believe.

Cyberpunk 2077/Mass Effect crossover: Ghost City

Panam's hands were grimy from the accumulated layers of filth that seemed to permeate all but the Corpo Plaza of Night City.

The Witcher: Blood of the Owl

He was, without any doubt, lost.

[mering]

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[abyssalzones]

[OC] misc evposting... including some glimpses at additional characters that I've had to redesign again. lol

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[theeighthdoctoradventures]

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ROUND THIRTEEN: POLL SEVEN

The Crooked World by Steve Lyons

vs…

Escape Velocity by Colin Brake

[artjipson]

The Unconventional Jingle: Exploring the Charms of Indie Rock Holiday Songs

The holiday season is traditionally accompanied by the familiar sounds of sleigh bells, cheerful choirs, and iconic tunes from well-established artists. However, for those with an inclination towards alternative and independent music, the indie rock genre offers a refreshing twist to the festive soundtrack. No November 21st, Tom Gilliam and I celebrated our 13th annual YTAA Indie Holiday show. We…

[themalhambird]

It's WIP Wednesday!

And thanks to the Power of NaNoWriMo (but the off brand, excel spreadsheet version that's way less involved and therefore less scary) I actually have *checks notes* works in active progress!

...have some "Escape Velocity but it's all about Nero because side characters are fun and I can't write children. "

Against the backdrop of a quietly murmuring crowd, a summer breeze blowing in across the Thames, Captain Hardcourt hears Trent’s command come through his ear piece and curls his finger around the trigger of his rifle. “On your knees, Nero- hands behind your head.” “I don’t kneel.” The target’s voice is cool and cultured, smoother than silk. “For your sake…Sergeant? Commander?” “Captain,” Captain Hardcourt says, then immediately wonders why he’d given the bastard anything.  “Captain,” The target says agreeably. “For your sake, and the sake of that delightful set of squaddies behind you, might I suggest that you kindly back off?” Hardcourt scoffs. “You’re surrounded. Comrade Stiff there-” he jerks his chin as the corpse on the floor, “- isn’t going to be much help, and as for your associate…if she’s not dead already, more than a minute in the Thames with an open wound will kill her faster than you can blink.” Nero slowly blinks. Like some great cat slowly calculating how quickly it can fuck up your day while conning you in to thinking it’s a friend. He knows he’s got the high ground- he knows the numbers, the weapons, the fact of the watching crowd are all on his side, and yet…he feels just the faintest frisson of unease.  “Show me your hands,” he barks again. “Lieutenant-” he swings himself to the side, nods at Lieutenant Musgrove and steps back to give the other man the space to pull the pin on the chloroform grenade, and throw it into the capsule. At the same time Nero draws his hands from his pockets and flicks his wrists, almost faster than the eye can follow- Trent swears and jumps back as the sound of two independent explosions feed back into his headset via twelve different microphones.

[birdybirdnerd]

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