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The primary purpose of this group is to showcase the work of artists creating Star Trek themed art using 3D programs such as Poser, DAZ Studio, Bryce, Carrara, or Hexagon.

Star Trek Insignia Icon by jadefyres-freedomGUIDELINES for SUBMISSIONS:
Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310 We will accept ONLY work that was created using a 3D rendering program such as Poser, Daz Studio, Lightwave, Carrara, Bryce, or 3d Max.

Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310We do NOT accept any sort of traditional artwork, vector graphics, digital paintings, photomanipulations, or screenshots from games.

Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310To insure quick acceptance, please put the name of the 3d graphics program you used in the description of your image.

Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310Trek-themed art of ANY incarnation of this series is welcome.

Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310Pay attention to folder titles when submitting. (We have quite a few now. Be sure you've looked through the whole list.)

Quick Spock Emoticon by Matoony310Please feel free to submit renders of works in progress to the so-marked folder to invite feedback from your peers.

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The second goal of this group is to serve as a nexus of resources so vital to the creation of 3D Trek art. This group is an auxilary of the long-running Star Trek Builders Unite! thread in the DAZ Commons Forum forum.daz3d.com/viewtopic.php?…

Like that thread, we will collect information on the availability of Trek-appropriate props, models, and textures. We also aim to provide tips and techniques for modeling and rendering. We also want to help track down hard to find reference material. In other words, we hope this group will facilitate artists in creating new, dynamic art for us all to enjoy.
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Star Trek: Kodiak - The Forest Of The Lost VAs it had turned out, Grant had been far more exhausted than he had thought. Sleeping on soil and unnaturally sharp leaves was far from restful, and the extent of that was only revealed when his back touched the collection of blankets that made up Rosa's mattress.She had wept before falling into the arms of slumber, holding on to him tightly, and Grant had tried to strike a balance between warmth for his friend and a chilled shield to keep any idea of romance away. When he opened his eyes now, she was laying beside him, clutching his arm, head resting on his shoulder. Daylight beamed in through the window, daylight that felt so real it fooled him for a second. It was warm, and Rosa was warm, and …He moved her hand gently and slid out from beneath her, propping up her head with a pillow. He stood up, but a murmur from behind him held his feet. “Orson?”He looked around at Rosa. She was gazing up at him sleepily. “You always did rise early.” “Some things never change.”She stretched like a cat, her back arching, and stood up. As he put on his shoes, she stood in front of him and brushed her hands against his cheeks. “You're not going to stay here.”Grant looked up and her and stood up, meeting her eye to eye. “If I leave, I won't go without you, or anyone in the village.”Rosa frowned. “To death?” “Not to death.”She took a step backwards. Her eyes searched his. “You're not my Orson. You might look like him and sound like him ... but ...”Grant took a deep breath. He had to be careful. Those running the simulation were directly connected to Diaz's mind, to the minds of the crew. If he revealed himself, it wouldn't just be to her, his trusted right arm … it would be to their captors. “I'm Orson, just not as you may remember.” “What's that supposed to mean?” “I'm Orson Grant. I'm the man you knew, T'Vet seems to have proved that even to me, but there are things … happening. Things that are a threat to the people in this village. I don't know if I can remove that threat, or defeat it … so my job is you. Saving you.”Rosa's eyes lost a lot of their warmth and gained a lot of coldness and scrutiny. “Saving us, how?” “Getting you out of here.” “Out of the question. This is our home. We built this village, and made it grow. We have defended it, we have died defending it.” “Is the village more important than the people who built it?” “We are linked together, bound together. We are in the middle of the Great Forest, Orson! What are we to do? We're hundreds of miles away from another settlement. The Forest is a cruel place.”Grant shook his head. “You would survive. It would take more than a forest to kill-” “We have children here, Orson, or had you forgotten that too?”His mouth closed. “You and I?”The coldness thawed and steamed into anger. “You truly aren't him. Alec and Elenna have two. Lillia … Lillia is with child, though she has only told Takumi and I.”Grant scratched his head. She moved forwards, nose to nose with him. “These things … coming out of the forest … you know what they are, don't you? They're trying to force us out, just like you.”He shook his head. “I have no idea what they are. All I know is, they're dangerous. Incredibly dangerous.” “Believe it or not, we noticed.” She grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the stairs. “Wha-!” “You're coming with me right now, and we're going to look at what Lillia found. I have a feeling about you, and I want to know whether that feeling is one of danger or not. *** Lillia and Takumi were halfway through their breakfast when Rosa stormed in with Grant close behind. Both joined them at Grant's insistence, even though the blacksmith wasn't sure what use he could be. Lillia went over her findings regarding the silvery-grey material: what it had done to the skull, the consumption, the flammability, and Grant nodded along until it came to the factor of replication. “This stuff can make more of itself?” “That's how it seems,” Lillia said. “It eats organic material and replicates … but it only eats some organic material.”Lillia stood up straight. “Oh?” “Yes, it doesn't consume plant matter, only animals and us. They're also capable of ambush, tactical … thinking for lack of a better term.”Lillia beckoned him over to the focusing lenses, where more of the substance sat. When Grant peered through the magnifier, what he saw threw him completely. Nanites?The tiny robots were floating, propelling themselves through the fluid which held them. Their lights blinked giddily as they swam like a school of microscopic fish.Of course, Rosa … Rosario Diaz, his trusted right arm, recognised his tell immediately. “You know what they are.”He slowly looked up. Lillia was looking at him quizzically. Takumi had his arms folded, his biceps flexing naturally. Rosa had a hand on the long knife strapped to her belt. Grant held out a hand. “Give me a moment … this is … I need to make sense of it.”Lillia leaned forwards. “You do know. What are these things.” “Hold on, Lily … Takumi, you take a look. They're metal.”He paced for a moment, under Rosa's cold gaze. The incongruity … T'Vet and Ovak were elves, the tellarites were dwarves … the world was flat. It was old world, fantastical, like a novel thought up in the imagination of a dreamer. Swords and bows, forests that stretched for miles upon miles … and then nanites? Advanced technology? Had Grant's presence affected the simulation somehow? Or was the facsimile of a world far deeper than he realised? “Oh … I don't know.” Takumi looked up. “How could they have even been constructed? No smith has hands that steady, or tools that fine … and what are the lights?”Grant thought about how to explain the tiny robots as Rosa moved around to block the door. He sighed. “Alright … they're … machines. Tiny machines, that seem to be working together in the same way that cells in the body would.”He glanced at Lillia, who nodded her understanding. “Machines?” Takumi muttered, peering into the microscope again. “Machines that can work themselves?”Grant nodded. “Can … do you know if anyone on the Living Plain can make anything like them?”Takumi frowned up at him. “Do you? If so, I want to meet them.”Grant turned to Lillia. “And you said they were flammable?”Lillia bobbed her head. “In a sense. The fluid is flammable. Fire irreparably damages the metal components.” “Hmm...” Grant paced again. “Flammable suggests fuel, at least a substance that contains a lot of energy. Machines have a purpose. What are these supposed to do? What are they supposed to be?”Takumi nodded. “And the fuel being on the outside seems to be a pretty considerable design flaw.” “They're a threat to the village, it doesn't matter.” Rosa slowly took her hand away from the knife. “The question is: where are they going?” “Going?” “When they attacked our cattle, they retreated into the forest.”Grant folded his arms. He didn't have time for this. They didn't have time for it either, they just didn't know it. The image flashed through his head of them attached to the collage of flesh, corrupted, imprisoned without ever knowing they were in a cage, where freedom would mean madness and death.But he knew nothing. There were no cracks in the simulation that the crew would be able to see. This was their lives, and as far as they knew it always had been.How was he supposed to convince them? “Sooner or later, they'll come in more force we can deal with. Either they'll … consume us, or we'll set ourselves on fire trying to deal with them.” Rosa folded her arms. “So … we need to head out there and find out where they're coming from.”Lillia frowned. “I don't know, Rosa. If you try and attack them in the forest...” “We won't engage them … but we need to know. Perhaps we can hem them in. I'll go with T'Vet, Malcolm, Javier and Alana.” Her eyes locked on Grant. “You too, Orson.” “A quest, eh?” Grant muttered drily. “Alright, I'm in.” “I'm not giving you a choice. You seem know more about these things than any of us, too much in fact. I don't trust you in my home. I'll have my eye on you.” *** Takumi handed Grant an undershirt and a set of studded leather armour. Grant looked it over with a tight smile. “Remember how to put it on?” “Yeah … I can work it out.”Takumi lifted a bow from the rack behind him. “I feel like a sword might not be the best idea against something that can melt your flesh. I'd guess this bow is a 'just in case' measure. Here, you'd better take this too.”He took a spear that was propped up beside the forge. Grant accepted it. It was a well-balanced piece, the tip was a teardrop shaped blade, the point so sharp it would pierce steel. “Very nice.” “Yeah … I thought you might like that one. Keep your foe at arms reach. Your sword arm looks a little more blunt than it did before.”Grant looked up at Takumi in surprise, and the blacksmith grinned. “That obvious, huh?”Takumi shrugged, and his smile fell a little. “Can I ask you something?”Grant nodded. “What did you see up there?” “Up where?”Takumi pointed a finger upwards. “Oh.” Grant thought for a moment. “Stars. More than you can count, and more colours than you'd ever be able to name … more than you can see from the ground.” “Huh.” Takumi scratched his cheek. “Always thought there'd be grass.” “There probably is. I can only remember a few things.”Rosa opened the door behind them and strode over. He hadn't even noticed that she had been in the blacksmith's, probably in a back room. She wore similar studded leathers to him, and had a broadsword on her hip. The bow and arrows on her back were polished, with freshly fletched feathers. “You're in charge until we get back, Takumi.”Takumi gave her a thumbs up. She fixed her eyes on Grant. “Ready?” “Once I'm dressed.”She held his gaze and nodded, before ducking out. The door banged behind her. “She'll be alright,” Takumi murmured. “Question is, will I be alright?”Takumi grinned. “Come here, I've got a pack ready for you.”Once he was ready, he strode out towards the treeline. T'Vet was prepared with his heavy bow, and offered Grant a nod and smile. Mal Holden was dressed more for speed than outright combat, with lighter armour, a buckler shield on his wrist, and a short sword at his hip. Javier Sagan, one of his security officers in reality, was equipped with a longsword and bow. Alana Morris, the field nurse, seemingly had as many weapons on her as she did medicines and tinctures. Lillia was handing out ceramic bottles to everyone, bound in more leather. She held one out to Grant. “Dip your arrowheads in that, if those oozes corner you. Make sure you're far away when you do.”He nodded. Javier patted his shoulder. “Good to have you with us, boss.” “Good to be here … though I think she's the boss.”Rosa was taking a step back and taking in everyone's gear, and their readiness. Her eyes locked on Grant's, and held him him place. He gave her a nod. He watched her sigh, a moment of softness allowed, before it passed. “Let's go, people. T'Vet, out front.”The scout bounded forwards, and the rest of them followed into the rapidly thickening cloak of dense foliage. Before Grant knew it, the village was completely hidden by trees.
Star Trek: Kodiak - The Forest Of The Lost IVGrant sat on a bench in the laboratory while Jon … Lieutenant Jon Langer in reality, listened to his heart beat, checked his temperature, the dilation of his eyes … everything that could be checked. Lieutenant Oaken, or Lillia, was standing beside Rosa, and they were watching silently, occasionally conferring.Grant let his eyes wander around the room. For a laboratory, it wasn't particularly sterile or sealed, but for what seemed to be a medieval laboratory, it was incredibly sophisticated. The tools were fine, and a couple of centuries ahead of the construction itself. It was a testament to the ingenuity of the small community, and the management of their resources.He folded his arms at that thought. Thirty five people … and they had built a home, and were seemingly independently maintaining it. Metal work required miners to get the raw materials, and the tools he was looking at were free of rust. Steel, and very pure steel.“Orson?” Langer murmured.“Yeah?”“You … have you heard from Casi at all?”Grant almost shuddered, remembering the sight of Casi Pereira's broken body in the Kodiak's engine room. “I … don't exactly know how it works.”Langer closed his eyes, and nodded once.“Jon … she loved you. I could see that whenever you were together … and that won't change with you apart.”“Is she going to come back too?”Grant tried not to focus on the desperation in his voice. “I came back for a reason … wherever she is … you'll meet her again. I can't pretend to understand these things.”Rosa stepped forwards and put a hand on Langer's shoulder. “Is he what he seems to be?”Langer nodded. “As far as I can tell, he's human. He's no different from when he was alive.”Grant swallowed at the words. Rosa blinked twice, then nodded. It seemed to take a lot of effort, but she looked at him. The grief in her eyes was incredibly raw.“How old are you?”“Thirty three,” Grant said.She nodded. “The same … age you were when we lost you.”Grant rubbed his jaw. “I'm sorry … I know how strange this must be …”“It's a little late for an apology, don't you think?”The hoarseness of her voice made Oaken jump forwards. “The question is why? Well … why and how? And are you back for good?” She chuckled nervously. “I suppose there are a few questions, actually.”Grant couldn't take his eyes off the stump that her arm had become, no matter how hard he tried. He could see that arm floating on the wrecked bridge of the Kodiak.“Do any of you … have a spare shirt?” he managed.Rosa nodded. “Yes … I'll go. I need to check with Peter anyway about the graves.”He gave her a nod in thanks, but he wasn't sure she caught it. She had turned away quickly and was halfway out the door before he could say anything.Oaken, or 'Lillia', gave him an awkward smile. “She has missed you, Orson. We all have.”“I get it,” he muttered. “Believe me, I get it...”“T'Vet mentioned that you don't remember much.”“Some things are familiar,” was all he could say.Lillia nodded.“Lillia's your … full first name?” Grant said.She raised an eyebrow. “Ahm … yes. It is. You didn't remember?”Grant stood up, faced her. “I know you as Lily.”She smiled and looked down. “Yes … well … when Takumi and I married, he found out it was my full name from my father. I never liked it before he heard it … and he told me it was beautiful.” Her eyes met Grant's, glistening. “You performed the ceremony.”Grant smiled. Of course he had performed it. Aboard a starship, aboard any ship, it was one of the captain's duties. It had been so on the oldest sailing ships on Earth. Yet another grain of truth to flavour the simulation they were trapped in.“What do you remember?”He sighed. “Of The Living Plain? Of the village? Not much. Some of the history is familiar.”“Do you remember Rosa?”“Not completely. I know her face. I know her name is Rosario. I know she is loyal, and strong, and a leader. Compassionate, funny when she wants to be, determined ...”Lillia nodded, but her face was expectant. “And?”There was plenty he could have said, but knowledge of the real world could be dangerous to them all. “There are some other things.”“I can only imagine,” she said with a knowing smile, and the penny dropped. They had been lovers.Grant swallowed. Just like his counterpart in the alternate reality the Kodiak had experienced. He scratched his cheek.“I won't ask,” Lillia said with a chuckle. “I hope, for her sake, you stay here for good.”He nodded, smiling to cover his discomfort. I'm going to marry Shelby O'Hare. *** The cemetery was even quieter than a cemetery would usually be. Grant walked slowly along the small rows of gravestones, greater than the current population of the village. There were small shrines at each corner, carved from wood and carefully polished so they glinted in the light of the moon above them.They depicted a woman wearing a toga, sitting on a log beside a large bird. The creature looked like something of a cross between a dove and a crow, fairly large. Symbols of peace and death together, mixed, perhaps by the simulation's algorithms. Who the woman was, Grant couldn't say.He gazed at the names on each grave stone. He recongnised all of them. All were former crewmen. He lingered beside the plot of Aarons, for Pereira, for Forde, for Lindermann, for Devlin ... and then for O'Hare. He paused, frowning. She wasn't dead ... yet ...He knelt beside it, looking at the name "Shelby" carefully carved in. It gave him chills.To his left, someone gasped. Grant looked up at who he knew as crewman Cole, who was standing beside and filling in a grave plot. His eyes were as wide as the moon above.Grant walked around until he spotted the name on the half filled plot."Orson"He stopped dead. The chill became a blizzard."Orson...? What ... are you real?"Grant nodded, and smiled at Cole sadly. "Yes, I'm real."Cole exhaled, and then straightened up, looking past him. "Oh ... Rosa."Grant turned. Diaz was wrapped in a fur cloak, her arms around herself. She was gazing at him with a far off look in her eyes, and he watched her almost physically tear her eyes away from him. "The grave?" she whispered hoarsely."It's empty," Cole said.Diaz nodded, and Grant thought about that for a moment. He was now in the simulation, an active part of it. His physical parameters had been added, and so the image of him that had been built in here had been overwritten.Terror gripped him for a split second. If the operators had been aware of him before he had plugged in, he would have likely woken up in that grave, buried alive.Diaz took a step towards him. "Come here, Orson. Sit down."She guided him to a bench and sat down beside him. Her hands were so warm. She grasped his tightly. "Are you all right, Orson?"He looked at her. "Are you?" "No."He smiled at her sadly, and glanced at the graves. "So many."Diaz nodded. "I know. Do you remember them?""I remember them all.""What else do you remember?"He shrugged, sticking with his cover story. "Scattered things. Faces, images, some history.""Do you remember me?"Grant turned to her. Her eyes were searching his, soft, but grieving. He reached up and put an arm around her, squeezing her shoulder gently. "I remember a lot of things about you, but specifics ... it's difficult."She looked into his eyes. "You're worried. I know that look.""I'm always worried." "Not like this. Not so worried you came back from the dead. That's excessive even for you."He heard the humour in her voice, but her eyes remained grieving. "Ro ... I'm sorry."She swallowed. "For what?""For not being here. Not being here when everything happened."She looked away for a moment, and blinked away tears. "It's cold out here. Come inside.""Inside where?"She took his hand and led him towards the village. "Your old house."The walk wasn't far. They passed a number of cabins, single and double level, made of cut logs. He saw members of his crew patrolling the lanes, or lighting lamps, or locking up their homes for the night. All alive. There for him to rescue, if he could.The house that had been his was double level, with round windows. Diaz unlocked the door and led the way inside, hanging up her cloak on the wall and lighting a lamp and stoking the fire. The furniture was all hand carved, the coverings and cushions all hand woven. It was warm even before the fire began to roar, the warmth of comfort.As the lights brightened, he spotted a picture of himself on a table beside the fire. It looked painted.He drew closer and studied it. It captured his good side, certainly. A perfect likeness. Who had painted it?"Oh ... that." Rosa almost seemed embarrassed. She stood beside him. "I just ... I wanted to see you. I wanted something that reminded me of you. When my brother died ... I remember that his wife ... one day she told me that she was forgetting his face ... forgetting the sound of his voice." Her voice was cracking. "I ... didn't want to forget you."Grant turned to her. She was moving closer to him. The pieces slowly fit together. Her brother's wife.Wife.In the simulation ... he and Diaz... they hadn't just been...And then he was in her arms, and her lips were pressed against his.What was he supposed to do? Was he supposed to push her away?I'm going to marry Shelby O'Hare. I'm going to marry Shelby O'Hare."Ro," he whispered, breaking the kiss gently. "I don't know how long I'll be here.""Then we had better make the most of it."She kissed him again, and started running her hands beneath his shirt. If he did this ... would it be easier to get her out? To get all of them out? I'm going to marry Shelby O'Hare."Ro ..." he pulled back gently. "This is all ... so new. It's a lot ... a lot quickly. Give me some time."Her brow furrowed. "You really don't remember ...""I will. Things are coming back, but ... slowly." He stroked her cheek. "If you and I do this now ... it wouldn't be fair to you.""I ..." She closed her eyes tightly. Tears began flowing down her cheeks. "I understand ... but ... even if that doesn't happen ... please stay with me tonight. In our bed. I just ... I need to feel you next to me."Grant swallowed. I'm going to marry Shelby O'Hare."I can do that."He followed her up the stairs. His mind was spinning a little. These feelings surely hadn't come out of nowhere ... or had they? Diaz had encountered his counterpart in an alternate reality, that had been her husband. Had that changed things in her mind?He wasn't looking forward to having that conversation on the Kodiak.
ENC: Pon Farr Serenade: Cover by DrOfDemonology
Star Trek: Kodiak - The Forest Of The Lost IIIGrant followed T'Vet as closely as he could, still exhausted, but willing himself onwards. His legs were burning, his back was aching, but he couldn't stop.Fake as The Living Plain was, it was real enough to tire him out. Everything about it was indistinguishable from a class-M planet. The gravity was a little lighter than Earth's, but without equipment he couldn't be sure. The trees were massive, only redwoods were comparable.T'Vet held up his hand, slowing down. Grant practically collapsed against a tree trunk, gasping.T'Vet crouched in front of him, holding out the skin of water. “It is not far.”Grant put his thumb up. The water had taken on some of the taste of the leather, as real water would. He regarded the world around him for a moment as he rested, the bark of the tree. The flowers he could see were unknown to him … but he was no botanist. He picked one anyway.“Moonmoth rose … excellent choice.”Grant looked up at T'Vet's smile. “It's a beautiful flower.”It truly was. He turned it in his hands. It looked almost like a white rose, but the stem was absent of thorns, the pollen within was ice blue. The petals were soft as silk. He thought for a moment, trying to think back to the arboretum on the Kodiak. The petals were those of an Earth rose. The stem … he didn't recognise, but the pollen looked a little like what he had seen in the flowers that sprouted from an andorian tuber root.“This may make you uncomfortable … and I apologise for that … but moonmoth roses are left on your grave every day.”Grant swallowed, and looked up at him. “You're right, that does make me a little uncomfortable, thinking about my own grave. I can't deny, it's a nice flower to leave.” He leaned back against the tree. “T'Vet … I'd like to ask you a few things, to see if my memory can be jogged a little bit.”“Please do.”“This village … it's where you live?”T'Vet nodded. “Where we both live.”“How long have we lived there? How many people live there?”“The village was established long ago, before I was born. The elves were some of the first settlers, along with the ice-nymphs and the dwarves. Humans joined later, shortly after our peoples met for the first time.”Grant nodded. The elves were the vulcanians. The ice-nymphs were likely andorians, so the tellarites had to be the dwarves. “I bet there were a few growing pains.”“Some, but we unified in the face of the dark elf menace. We still disagree on occasion. At the moment, there are thirty five people in the village.”The number of the Kodiak's crewmen that had been taken. Also, the story of their origins had paralleled the formation of the Federation, if the so-called dark elves were analogous to the Romulan Empire.“And you went to war for four years.”T'Vet nodded, a smile crossing his face. “You are beginning to remember. Barbarians came from across the sea. Many of us fought when they came to the village. That is when you became the mayor, when Olamide and Erin were killed.”Grant nodded. Again, the parallel to the Four Years War, and how he ended up commanding the Kodiak. The program they were plugged into were using their memories and history to build. “How long were you married?”T'Vet sighed, and stood up. He started pacing away.“I'm sorry to bring it up.”“No, it is fine. We were married for three years. It took some time for us to fall in love, but it was time we thought we had. A year ago, she-”He wheeled around, his eyes scanning the trees. Grant sat upright. “What is it?”T'Vet's eyes snapped upwards, and his eyes widened. “Orson, move!”Grant immediately rolled away from the tree trunk, and a split second later there was a wet impact in the space where he had been sitting. A metallic, sour stench filled his nostrils, the same stink that had clung to the bones of the deer. He stood up and backed away.A mass of grey and silver sludge oozed and oscillated upwards into a column that appeared almost solid. T'Vet nocked and drew back an arrow, loosing it into the entity. Grant heard the thud of the arrow sticking in the tree trunk.The ooze shifted with alarming speed, and fell towards Grant again, who backed off quickly until he was beside T'Vet. “This isn't something we can stab or shoot with an arrow.”“No. Well dodged.”“Thanks, and thanks for the warning.”T'Vet and Grant continued to back off, and the creature followed them. It wasn't quite able to keep pace with them, however.“We should retreat,” T'Vet muttered. “The village is not far.”Grant nodded, and patted him on the back. The pair set off at a run, and left the advancing ooze behind. *** Rosa sprinted across the field with her bow in hand, and nocked an arrow. The cows were screaming and stampeding, with Laura and Ovak trying to herd them towards the barn.Javier and Salvatore were ahead of her, alongside Malcolm and Lillia. The first three had bows drawn and ready. By the light of Paladin at its full rise, she could see their confusion and fear at the disturbance at the centre of the field.There was a mass of misshapen, glistening terror covering the grass, catching the bright moonlight. A haze was rising from it, curling and rippling the air. Despite the breeze, Rosa could smell it, the sour burning, melting metallic stink that she had smelled in Lillia's laboratory.She glanced at the alchemist now. "Lillia, did you bring anything that can combust?"Lillia nodded with a grin. She pulled jar from her belt, braced it with her feet and twisted off the lid. "Dip your arrowheads in there, and I'll light them with a match."Malcolm gritted his teeth. "Rosa ... looks like they know we're here."Rosa looked up. The mass had split into eight separate slicks, that were edging across the grass towards them. The stink was growing stronger. She dipped her nocked arrow into the jar, and Lillia struck a match against a patch on her belt. The head flared, and Lillia lit the arrowhead. The flames burned green. "Javier, you too, you're our best shot."He nodded, and dipped into the fluid, lighting his arrow off hers. As the flames licked across the steel, he drew and loosed the missile.One of the masses erupted into an azure blaze. Flaming pieces of it spat out on either side, catching another alight, and curling and blackening the grass. Smoke started rising from the blaze. Salvatore and Malcolm had already set two of their arrows on fire. Javier also had another missile drawn."Loose them!"Rosa shot her arrow, as did her companions. Four more of the creatures burst into flame, and like the first one, slowed to a gradual halt. The grass around them burned."Lillia ... when do we put them out? How do we put them out?"Lillia held up her hand. "They burn out after about two minutes."Rosa eyed the slowly catching grass, and glanced over at the other three. "Fetch the water, as much as you can carry!"Malcolm, Salvatore and Javier sprinted towards the farm house. The other three slicks were beginning to move away, and Rosa was starting to feel the intensity of the flames. "Lillia ... when they're burned out ... they're dead, aren't they?""Yes. The burned remnants had no life or movement of any kind." Rosa nodded. "When they're out ... test the ground, the soil. I don't like how the grass is burning."The others ran back up with Ovak, each carrying two buckets. Rosa nodded to them. "Put the grass out around them, but let them burn." As the four set to work, Rosa stroked her chin. "They recognised us as too great a threat and retreated.""Yes ... but how are they thinking? They're just ... oozes."Once the fires were out, and the samples collected, they walked slowly back towards the village, only to find that a small crowd had gathered at the boundary to the forest. Rosa exchanged a glance with the others, and headed in that direction with Malcolm.She spotted T'Vet, the elf's height making him stand out from the rest. He wasn't the focus of everyone's attention, however.Takumi was standing dumbfounded in front of a figure wearing no shirt and black trousers, body toned and lithe. As the blacksmith moved forwards to hug the man, Rosa caught sight of his face, and stopped dead.The crowd turned at her gasp of shock. T'Vet offered her a sad smile. Orson's eyes met hers, and as she felt tears pushing their way into her eyes, she almost fell to her knees.Her voice was hoarse. "How?"T'Vet shook his head. "I do not know. I found him in the forest. He had no memory, but some things seem to be returning ... and it is him, Rosa."Rosa saw the sincerity in her scout's eyes, and approached Orson slowly. She reached out a hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was beating beneath the skin.She blinked, and her breath caught. She couldn't ... not now."Take him to Lillia, and call for Jon. Let's ... have a look at him. Um ..." She took a deep breath. "Open ... his grave ... but be respectful."
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All Ships 02

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 7, 2017, 11:59 AM
Well, guys, we've hit something of milestone... Filled up our first folder!!  Good old "All Ships" is now retiring and is being replaced with "All Ships 02".  Please submit all vessel renders here.  I've worked on the permissions... but that's slippery stuff, so note me if there's any problems.

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