#sci-fi military

[casside-sionnach]

[runningmechafighterpantera]

[lightyearsandbeyond]

Daimonion and the human (part 6)

The heat of Crucio industrial district, largely owed to the three metalworks plants, was conspicuously absent. Smelters and forges that should’ve been working non-stop lay as the dead. Union workers now elsewhere in the city, worker-drones all in a dormant state, and city animals capitalizing on the down time to emerge from their hidey holes. Three white and orange cats chased a throng of…

[aagoldendream]

Art of the Authority

[bixels]

I watched Starship Troopers tonight.

[oldschoolfrp]

Albedo is the roleplaying game of furries in a crunchy '80s military sci-fi future setting, based on Steve Gallacci's story "Erma Felna: EDF" from his comic Albedo Anthropomorphics (Thoughts & Images, 1988). Gallacci was a technical illustrator for the US Air Force, so you get both "funny animal" comic art and detailed equipment diagrams:

[elliottkay]

Every show and film and book I grew up with presented the military as a place where you’d find yourself. The military could be good, could be bad, and all that “glory” stuff was clearly nonsense… but shared trials made you stronger and forged ride-or-die buddies for life. And hey, it’d pay for college.

Then I joined. It didn’t work out. Every day ranged from tedious to toxic, even when we did genuine good. I made one short-term friend in four years.

I still loved those stories, but none of them were ever about the guy who joins up and doesn’t find himself and never belongs—so I wrote it.

Poor Man’s Fight is a rockin’ space opera built on shattered dreams, student debt, and space pirates. Lots of space pirates. It’s funny, it’s sober, and you’ll want to hug Tanner Malone even when he’s covered in blood. The real enemies are always capitalism and toxic masculinity.

And then comes the war with the corporations that built this whole dystopia, because the enemy is still capitalism, even for the aliens.

On a brighter note, Tanner does make it out of the military and into college, becoming the Deadliest Unpaid Intern in the Galaxy… and the Resident Advisor for a freshman dorm full of chaos goblins.

(Cover art by Lee Moyer, Julie Dillon, Dan Watson, and Brittany Torres, for which I’m forever grateful.)

If you’ve made it this far, hopefully you’re looking for where to pick this up. They’re all available on ebook and Kindle Unlimited, and everything from Poor Man’s Fight to Last Man Out is also in paperback and audio.

And bonus: they’re cheap!

[shadefish]

March Of Robots Lancer Edition

Day 11

Karrakin Trade Baronies Use Gorgon

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[billdevon]

[this-is-cool]

The futuristic sci-fi concept designs of Max Marharit - https://www.this-is-cool.co.uk/the-magnificent-sci-fi-concept-designs-of-max-marharit/

[mysharona1987]

As every sci fi film ever has taught us, this will totally end well.

[casside-sionnach]

[aspiringwarriorlibrarian]

The thing is, when you take Rebels and Ahsoka together there is a very clear pattern of Thrawn making perfectly sound military decisions only to have Weird Force Bullshit smash into it, so after getting warped to another galaxy by Space Snow White and his whale friends he decides enough is enough and teams up with the Weirdest Force Bullshit he can find. Like, these women can bring back the dead and have ominous coffins and pull swords out of nowhere. Even Ezra, previous conveyor of Weird Force Bullshit, seems to avoid them. So of course Thrawn thinks he’s finally won the Weird Force Bullshit arms race.

The thing he doesn’t realize is that Weird Force Bullshit is a spectrum, not a ranking system. He hasn’t even gotten to the teleporting fairy wolves or the dead owl goddess or the flashback dimension or whatever Luke is digging up on his Jedi archeology missions. Sorry Thrawn, it’s the GFFA, no one is safe from Weird Force Bullshit.

[lightyearsandbeyond]

Daimonion and the human (part 5)

A hue of orange-black splashed its dye across the horizon. Morning birds began to clock in for their shift, while crickets and a strangely loud cat checked out for the day. The anguished cries and anger screams of the damned who hung hundreds of feet off the ground, though just beyond her sight lines, had ended minutes…maybe it was hours ago. Who the fuck cared about the time though, instead…

[rivvytrick]

who wants to be starcrossed rivals with me on a scorched battlefield of meaningless fate, forever duelling over ideals we've long since forgotten but cling to with each other desperately out of fear of losing ourselves

[szkin-art]

NPC portraits for the Lancer game I'm playing in~