Well all, I figured I'd throw my hat into this contest with a new ship, and it's going for the Original Ship section. After my experiments with the Phoenix and the Scorpion, I decided to try something a little different. Not a blocky piece on it either. Let's see what you all think of this: The Grim.
This is the standard 'in space' shot that I use so you all can really see the details.
New pic with added color.
This is the Parenting Lines to go along with it:
May the best ship win!!
Oh, and there is a backstory to this ship.
The space station bar was as dark and dank as ever, coolant valves occasionally loosing pressurization and expelling gas, the lights fluttering off and on. It was the old man that sat at the bar that interested the young woman who walked in. She walked to him with purpose, ignoring the cat calls and whistles the ruffians that usually populated the bar gave her.
She looked at the old man, his age clearly shown on his face in the wrinkles in his cheeks and the dead, lightless sheen in his one good eye, the other having been replaced with a glowing blue cybernetic one years earlier and suffering from all manner of corrosions. The woman thunked a metal bar down beside the old man. The Bar went deathly silent, the bar was made of platinum, and looked to weigh easily 5 pounds.
"I want that info old man. I want to know about that ship"
she said to him in a low tone. The old man sighed slowly, shifting in his seat and looking to her with a worn expression, the face only a man who has seen and lived through the worst experiences can give.
"You and everybody else. Why? Why do you want to find that accursed thing?"
He asked, his voice husky, thick from age. He sounded tired. The Woman looked at him.
"Why should it matter why I want the info? All I want to know is where you found that ship!"
she said heatedly, her voice low, but menacing in the same moment.
"I'll not give you, or anyone else, the location of that deathtrap. You wouldn't survive for five minuets anyways."
the old man laughs, looking at her with his glowing blue eye, as he grabs her by the scruff of her shirt, bringing her close enough to smell his fetid breath and see the yellowed flesh of his one good eye. "You see this, little missy? You see my eye. Their the ones that took it. And their the ones who'll take more then just an eye from you. The like us, little missy, oh, they like us alright,
for dinner. They'd fillet you like a fish and leave your bones to float in space for the rest of whatever. Take your money and get out of my sight, what's left of it"
The old man lets her go, chuckling to himself.
"Get out of here before this pack of wild dogs takes what they want from you and leaves you for dead"
the old man says, grinning, leering at her, that one good eye glowing harshly in the dim light of the dingy bar. He tosses the bar at her, his lip curling.
"Get out of here before you stir a memory to painful for even this swill to drive away"
he says softly. The woman looks at him, sadness and anger mixed upon her pretty face. "I guess they were right. Too old and too used up, to consumed by the drink to even think about going for once last mission. One last chance at glory"
she says, hope sparkling in her blue eyes like diamonds.
"Glory? All glory gets you is nightmares. Get the fuck out of my bar little missy, the natives are getting restless. And they won't stay quiet for long"
The old man pulls a pistol quickly, so fast that even the young woman could barely track his movements, firing a green ray of energy at a man that was about the accost the young woman from behind.
"That be no way to treat a woman Gregory, I'd advise you to not try it again"
the old man says darkly. The old man looks to the woman and smiles, his stained teeth showing through his crooked smile.
"Last chance little missy. Get out of here, I may not be fast enough next time. Forget about that ship. Forget about the bounty placed on it by the government. Most of all, goddamned well forget you ever saw me... young upstarts thinking they can conquer something like the Grim and their deathships... All for a measly few million creds"
The old man sighs heavily, like an weight descending upon his shoulders once again taking hold.
"Just forget about everything you ever heard about Captain Joseph Hawkins... and let him forget about it too"
the old man says, returning to his drink. The young woman looks at him, holding her platinum bar, and she runs out of the bar, hair flying behind her like starship exhaust.
