#oc tribe

[freedoms-per-eagle]

this is literally the strip whenever a fight occurs in the fallout rp

[fly-vertibirds-everyday]

In the same nuclear powerplant near Raptor Lake lies a considerably large fuel reprocessing annex. The technology within is extraordinarily nascient, the result of the bright minds at Los Alamos, Alamogordo, and Sandia working together with a common goal- to power the region.

A semitruck with the shipping container backs into the entry door.

A technician operating a gantry crane opens the shipping container of low level waste and lifts out large blocks of dull metal.

This metal is placed on a conveyor belt and moved into a large metal apparatus. A hydraulic shear divides the metal, and the metal is dropped into a sealed vat of nitric acid.

A technician activates an electric stirrer as the metal dissolves into the acid while organic impurities in the waste begin to froth and produce toxic fumes, which is inactivated by charcoal filters and the harmless gas piped out of the refinery.

The machine continues to stir until all the metal is dissolved in the vat.

The technician calls out to a bunch of people standing at a large table with some terminals connected a group of gas centrifuges cobbled together from various odds and ends.

The technician opens a valve, and the lights flicker as the centrifuges begin to spin up with the acid slurry pumping through their veins.

Impurities are mechanically separated and sent down a smaller duct into a sealed storage vat.

The remaining uranium-plutonium rich slurry goes into another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium and plutonium.

These are piped to another set of centrifuges, separating the uranium into two main isotopes- U-235 and U-238.

The plutonium is centrifuged and it’s isotopes collected for future use.

The uranium isotopes in dissolved uranyl nitrate are brought into an electric denitrifying device, producing lumps of benign uranium.

The uranium is scooped by hand into metal boxes and brought to a mechanical grinder in a ratio to produce 26 percent enriched uranium (U-235) fuel powder.

This powder is then scooped by technicians in advanced hazmat suits into a new set of crates and then a sintering furnace, which over the course of half an hour melts the powders and molds them into an array of benign fuel pellets.

The pellets are shoved into 6 feet long zirconium tubes and capped.

A technician takes the fuel bundle, packs it in a container and brings it to the containment room in the plant itself.

In the reactor containment room, several technicians slide the fuel rods into a large series of brackets and control rods that form the reactor’s core.

The lid is sealed and the technicians depart the containment building.

Liquid sodium at 110 degrees celcius is introduced into the primary cooling loop until it’s full.

Four reactor operators check dials with various information pertaining to things the reactor needs to operate, and command the fuel rods to be lifted out to a specific percentage, as a neutron burst from a neutron generator strikes the rods.

Inside, a single uranium-235 atom captures a neutron and fissions into Krypton-92 and Barium-141, emitting another neutron. More atoms follow suit, only for a good percentage of neutrons to be absorbed by the control rods surrounding the core.

In the control room, various annunciator lights flicker on telling the operators the reactor is starting up.

Heated liquid sodium courses through heat exchangers, a thin wall separating two extremes.

The water within boils into dense high-pressure steam and gets sent through two turbines- high pressure and low pressure respectively.

The steam exhausts it’s energy and is sent through a forced draft cooling tower, causing steam to be blown out.

Electricity is synchronized by some other technicians, and the plant is hooked to the grid.

The lights of Alamogordo and Holloman turns from a dim yellow to a bright yellow as new electricity flows into the grid.

Diesel generators across the town are switched off, and Legion scouts outside the Eagles’ territory notice the plume of steam, but think nothing of it. Sarah, Five, Kyle and Pete stand outside with other soldiers, migrants and children on the base, eying the plume of steam from the nuclear plant as the Joint Chiefs of Staff speak at a press conference about the newly declassified facility over porch radios.

But the Eagles have just changed. No longer are they reliant on fission batteries, microfusion generators or primarily diesel for power- the main stranglehold the Legion had on them.

With the most pressing concern known as electrical shortages out of the way, the Eagles’ high command prepares to use their honed military and covert operations teams in the largest operation they have yet to strike at the most pressing issue- the fact the Legion oppresses New Mexico’s science facilities, controls New Mexico’s oil, uranium mines, phosphate and concrete quarries, farms and trade routes.

Vulpes’ worst fears are set to come true once again.

[smokeclan-oc]

Map of “The Forgotten Forest” aka where the Rogue Pack and Tribe live now. What used to be parts of Brookclan, Thrushclan, and Frostclan territory. There is no surviving old Smokeclan or Whisperclan territory. 

Made by me on Inkarnate.

[demaparbat-hp]

*pats Zuko's head* This bad boy can fit so many near-death experiences.

.

Read For the Spirits Chapter VIII here!

[the-ancient-dragons]

SilkWing Study!

Featuring the color palette of OC General Viceroy, Queen Monarch's brother in my Pantalan AU.

Details, explanation, and one more art below. Otherwise, next week are the HiveWings. See you then!!

More Tribe Studies

Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth; school tried to kill me. I live!

Last time, I had called this series the 'dynamic bases', but looking back on some of them I would like to fix the anatomy and... generally everything, haha. The SilkWings I actually like all of the poses but I want to keep it as a study just for now.

It was a lot of fun to play with Joy's style and try to put the dragons in tribe-specific poses. Not all dragons in the tribes behave the same way, but it's a fun approximation. For example, for the SilkWings, I wanted the wings open as much as possible and from multiple angles. The pose at the top is a fun way to showcase both the wings and the silk - if the dragon is a flamesilk it could be shown there. I really like to make SilkWings interact with their silk like a cat's cradle game, it seems like a fun way they'd play and practice weaving.

Also, many people have their own interpretations of wingbuds, and this is mine. I'll do a whole anatomy study later but it's my headcanon that the dragonets hatch with the wings partially formed, just encased in scales to protect them as they finish growing. They would do this so they could hatch earlier (say half a hear-ish compared to other dragonets, who take the time to develop their wings in their eggs). Metamorphosis would then be the shedding phase where they drop the casing and release their fully-developed wings.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Tribe X Reader

Requests are open!

• You were a camera woman for discovery channel. You loved your job. After all you get to travel world with your crew, see and explore the most interesting wonders, and get paid to shoot all of that in camera. What more can you ask for? Yeah your love life sucked because you were never at a one place for long. But who cares? You have your camera and your passion.

• Your crew has been assigned to shoot a new show by channel which is showing and telling people about the tribal life and community of an x forest. You were excited.

• You shooted and captured all the things about the tribal community. The people were friendly once they warmed up to your team. They showed and told you everything about their community, about forest, their lifestyle through a member of yours who knew their language and translated everything.

• You got to know about many tribal traditions, rituals, festive, their beliefs, their worships, hunting, farming style but what caught your attention was a certain tall, muscular young tribe man.

• He would always be with your crew even if he is not needed. You were shooting a particular episode on the womens in tribe? He was still there silently just observing you all especially you in a way you didn't notice.

• Your crew tried fishing for some fun in break time. And as usual your clumsy self would trip and ruin everything embarassing yourself. He would later leave a basket full of fish for you silently.

• You noticed that he was kinda good looking. Okay not kinda but a lot good looking with his huge built, dark black tribal tattoos covering his tan arms and chest, his sharp bone jewellery giving all Tarzan vibes with his long black hair tied in half bun that many women in community wished to be his mate. Also because he was a excellent hunter.

• You once told someone in community casually that you wished to taste raw natural honey from honeycombs like other tribals but were scared due to honeybees and he heard it. Well next day he gives you a huge piece of honeycomb anonymously ,freshly teared by him even though it caused him serval stinks from honey bee because this was not the season to collect honey but he would do anything for you.

• Their community had a practice where once in a year men would wear their best dresses, jewellery trying to impress womens and get their attention. This was a special episode that you weren't shooting but the other cameraman was doing because you were on the other side of forest with a few crew members shooting some shots of forest for another episode as your time of departure were close and you have to finish your work fast.

• You finished your shots. And walked a bit around the forest a little more to explore while your fellow mates moved back to see the celebration.

• You saw yan tribe sitting all alone under a tree. You felt sad seeing him all alone like this instead of being in the celebration with others. Well might be the women whose attention he is trying to grab chose someone else in competition you thought.

You tried to console him by speaking in your broken fluency in their tribe language which you have learned by staying with them for months. You were scared that you might have said something offensive to him unconsciously due to the language barrier because his expressions didn't change but became serious.

He only looked up at you and held your hand in his and said "MATE". You knew your speaking and listening skills towards his language were below average but you were 101% sure what mate word that he said means. And that scared you to dead because seeing his big strong hand holding your fragile one tightly made it clear that he is not going to let you leave at any cost.

Want part 2? Let me know through comments.

Requests are open!

For more yandere reading:

[the-lions-art-cave]

hypothetical pyrrhian beetlewing, a key ancestor to all pantalan tribes, with hivewings being their closest living relatives.

a burrowing tribe, based on ants and termites with strong front talons with tough blunt claws, known for carving entire mountains into castles. Some have a stinger with while not deadly, very painful poison

terretorial range unknown, but their tunnels seemingly undermine the entire continent.

they ususally come in dark shades of brown, grey and black, and shimmer green or purple in the sunlight, sometimes a faint striped pattern is visible

last known queen: queen jade, accompanied by her sister lady agate

[kenchann]

wanna draw book 6 stuff again i love them

[freedoms-per-eagle]

A special operations soldier takes the transportalponder, fiddles around with it, teleports Vulpes back to the Fort and leaves him on the bed with some (non-narcotic) painkillers, and returns.

And the Eagles leave as quickly as they arrived. The low level radioactive material is quickly tossed into a large container and hung from the Chinook, and equipment (including the Jeeps) quickly goes inside.

And the beating of rotors is all anyone can hear before the helicopters lifts off heading away from the base, leaving everyone with mixed emotions- hope for the future, and dread for the isolationist culture they have.

Then the Think Tank realizes a perfectly good Legion vertibird is left near Ulysses’ Point.

After a long while, the Joint Chiefs of Staff start speaking to the tank.

They want the tank to send Inculta home since bringing him back to the Mojave with their helicopters would be “absurdly complicated and diplomatically dangerous” and apparently want them to do it “with freaking teleporters or crap” as the airforce JCS says, as well as one tonne of radioactive material that contains uranium in some way shape or form.

They also say they will return to the Big MT complex in the future, and establish a mutual scientific relation with researchers instead of soldiers the next time they return.

@fly-vertibirds-everyday

@freedoms-per-eagle

Klein, after returning from a very long unexcused absence and feeling VERY eager to get rid of them, agrees to send them all back from whence they came.

Borous, however, demands to keep the "talking dog" here at Big Mountain for further experimentation. He simply had to run some tests! How did it talk? Why did it talk? And WHO gave it the right to speak?

After an hour of bickering between Klein and Borous, a JCS officer just. Took off Vulpes’s coyote pelt. Borous was very disappointed and backed down.

Dala (the only one willing to be near such filthy creatures) arrives, eager to supply such handsome teddy bears with a Transportalponder™️ and their requested radioactive substances.

[v-poreons]

ERMM.... trollsona posting.... Firefly my absolute beloved. She is me fr. Cant believe I haven't shared her here yet

[freedoms-per-eagle]

A black limousine typically used to transport the Joint Chiefs of Staff during visits to the city of Alamogordo stops at a fenced gate. The driver rolls down their window and waits as a soldier walks up and verifies their identity. When it’s clear, the vehicle pulls into a parking lot.

A man in a suit steps out of said limousine, flanked by some other people in suits and two executive protective agents.

In front of him is the former Alamogordo National Guard Armory- and several Army soldiers tasked with maintaining exterior guard greet him as he and his small congregation walks to the front gates, presses a buzzer, looks at a boxy security camera and pulls the door open as the door magnetically opens with a click.

He walls through. The other people in suits fan out as they enter a small intersection lit with fluorescent lighting, with offices on one side and a large command space on the floor beneath, with radio and satellite operators tuning and checking satellite feeds from various satellites the Eagles have access to. A tattered CIA flag is hung in the operations room. As he walks into a small office and gets settled down, a secretary walks up to him.

“Good morning Director Nichols. We’re making headway in extracting information from the captured Frumentarius.”

“Very good. How many techniques did the team have to use on him?”

“They’re using electrical compliance strategies instead of simulated asphyxiation, combined which various pharmacological techniques pioneered in the pre-war MKULTRA program. Which technically makes it two. It’s in the file.”

The secretary produces a manilla folder stamped in faded ink “TOP SECRET” and hands it to him. He opens a drawer and takes out a pair of reading glasses, wears them and reads it over for a couple minutes, then looks up.

“I’d like to see the new electrical compliance technique in action.”

“Alright Director. I will warn you-“

“Mr. Fowler, I am fully aware. I’ve attended my fair share of compliance strategies already.”

“Follow me then.”

They walk down corridors, past offices, then briefing rooms with agents inside looking at whiteboards, they pass a radio broadcasting office with racks of tapedrive servers and a single operator sitting in front of a microphone, a small laboratory and reach a door labelled “HVD ANNEX.”

The director then presses a button, holds his ID card up to a security camera and walks in as the secretary walks back to less classified areas.

Inside are brick rooms with what appears to be prison doors firmly attached to them.

Some people sit inside these cells. They look terrifyingly diverse- some wear NCR uniforms, some wear Legion uniforms and look like Vexillari or scouts, some are in plain civvies. A member of Whiskey Team is hunched over sobbing. Some are hunched down. Some seem to be filled with despair, others are pounding at the door screaming in rage.

“LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU DEGENERATE!” screams a Vexillarius as the director walks by, only for a guard to walk up and hold out a can of pepper spray.

The director walks through and pulls the door open to a door labelled “HID INTERROGATION.”

“I WARNED YOU FOR THE LAST TIME!

Sounds of the can being shoved into the food slot and sprayed can be heard.

“No- no no AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH-“

The door closes behind the director.

He walks up to an observation window and looks inside.

A Frumentarius dressed in a Whiskey Team uniform with some other things in an attempt to look like an Eagle sergeant sits looking drugged out of his mind.

On a table, an active tape recorder, some open ampoules of methamphetamime and pentobarbital and an empty syringe sit adjacent to a crank generator. A Lieutenant General cranks up the generator, then seizes two metal rods by their rubber handles, holding them in each hand.

A female second lieutenant is right beside them, patiently speaking to them.

“You’re just lost, aren’t you? Not sure how you got lost in the archives room with a folder on a small PWR nuclear reactor on your hand, but we need to make sure you aren’t a spy.”

The frumentarius simply shouts back in a drugged stupor.

“FUCK YOU AND YOUR NICE GUY GUISE! THE LEGION WILL INVADE THIS PLACE AND ENSLAVE WOMEN LIKE YOU! YOUR MILITARY CANNOT SAVE-“

A harsh electric sound crackles across the room as the Lieutenant General holds the rods close enough to arc.

“This is 50 thousand volts of pure electricity, enough to make you wish you were dead, but low enough in amperage to not kill you.”

“You’ll feel like Jupiter struck you with a bolt of lightning.”

The Second Lieutenant splashes the frumentarius with water.

“You aren’t going to scare me with your little trick. I’m not one of those unedu-“

The general rips the clothing of the Frumentarius off and presses the prongs against his damp skin.

The Frumentarius howls in agony as the electricity courses through his body.

“Wanna talk? We can make it stop. Tell us what the Legion knows about the nuclear reactor.”

“NEVER YOU GORDO BAS-“

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH”

“Well?”

“I’M GONNA HAVE VULPES STRING YOU UP ON A CROSS-“

“AAAAAAAARRRRRGHHHHHH”

“Alright then. This is going to keep happening, so confess.”

“Tell him. I can’t make him stop.”

“NOT A WORD OUT OF-“

*bloodcurdling scream*

This repeats for a couple cycles. The second lieutenant and first lieutenant play good cop bad cop while electrocuting him every time he utters some insult or obscenity.

Eventually-

*deep agonized breathing* “fine, I’ll fucking tell you- just make it stop, make it fucking stoooopppp….”

“Alright then. Tell us what you know.”

“The Legion is aware the Eagles are working on some sort of project to alleviate their resource shortages which could jeopardize the war. Nobody has found any concrete evidence or shit, and they tried to send us here to try to find files. Until your military police found me and shit.”

“How many spies came with you?”

“There’s two of my squad in the White Sands motel. They’ve tried SIGINT, but nobody’s been able to get any comms other than some weird fucking numbers, police or base chatter.”

“How hard was that?”

“Just don’t hurt me anymore…..”

The Frumentarius is unrestained and placed back into cuffs and walked out. They’re too confused, terrified and drugged to resist.

The tape recorder is turned off by the Second Lieutenant on the way out.

The Lieutenant General walks out and notices the interim director of the CIA standing there.

“Good morning Director Nichols. Everything went well.”

“I saw it. Clever technique, keep it up. I’ll make sure counterintelligence is aware of the spies in the motel.”

“Thank you Director.”

what the armory looks like (looks like this)

what the radio operator center looks like (minus the computers and flat televisions, but with more typewriters, radio sets and the wall is covered in large CRT television sets from NASA with satellite feeds)

[dazzlerdrawer]

my wip so far... ahHHHH its taking too long for me.

[smokeclan-oc]

The Tribe of Fallen Snow

An OC Tribe of mine. Maps, OCs, and more info to follow. 

Let me know if you have any questions!

Please dont steal this fan idea, thanks!

[demaparbat-hp]

Izumi (steambaby) sketches.

[the-ancient-dragons]

HiveWing study!

Featuring the mysterious Tiphiid/Bee.

Details, explanation, and more art below. Otherwise, next week are the LeafWings. See you then!!

More Tribe Studies

I had a lot of fun with the action pose. I wanted to really exaggerate the wrist stinger and I think I got it good. Both tail stingers were fun, too, but I think the dragonet pose is my favourite. It's just a little baby...

[bogcreacher]

CHALLENGING YOU TO DRAW THE BUG DRAGONS

on it boss o7