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I was commissioned a Keller design a while ago and always liked the look of the character. He's a bit different from what I normally make, but I wanted to make the most of the cloth products I had and modified CAC's Keller cloths to be a little more accurate. My printer couldn't color match the Sand Blue on the printed helmet, but it doesn't look too far off.
In the meantime, I've got some other interesting projects underway, so as always, expect more, and I'd love to hear your thoughts!
-Andrew
Captain Kirk's command chair on the Constellation-class Enterprise.
The minifigure torso is a non-production prototype from Citizen Brick.
Lower Manhattan from Jersey City’s Exchange Place back in 2018. The original Dutch colony of New Amsterdam only extended as far as present as present Wall Street. The Dutch formed the colony of New Netherland in 1624 by the Dutch West India Company and actually extended at one point to include all of present day Long Island, parts of Connecticut and parts of New Jersey. On the tip of the island of Manhattan was the successful colony and capital of New Amsterdam. 40 years later, a British naval squadron under the command of Colonel Richard Nicolls attacks New Amsterdam. The unpopular Dutch governor of New Amsterdam one Peter Stuyvesant was forced to surrender the capital of New Netherland because his Dutch subjects basically refused to defend the colony as they dislike Stuyvesant’s rule more than being under English rule. The organizer of the English mission, the Duke of York was honored with the renaming of the colony at the tip of Manhattan Island as the now English colony became New York.
Only on command Paddy now enjoing the game of looking for somewhere to go 'hup' to! ... (in case you're wondering the back of this boulder was not so steep). This sort of thing all good training for the more rocky hills i venture on to
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WTI 1-13 - 2012.10.12
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A few months ago I thought I'd try my hand at some micro-scale sci-fi architecture. Finally got around to taking some pics. Might turn this into something bigger, time permitted...
Third stage with the command module and seats one astronaut. This will connect to the top of the second stage well thus hiding the propulsion rockets beneath. The Millennium Falcon canopies recently acquired from the last event make a perfect fit. Just have to build the supports so it can be displayed horizontally showing the connections between the three stages...
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The key to the Command
A chave para o comando
La chiave para el comando
La chiave per il Comando
Der Schlüssel für die Command
Ключ к командования
するための鍵とは、コマンド
مفتاح القيادة
Commander Carrots is the leader of the Wabbit Mechanized Infantry. Hopping around in his Exosuit, Command Carrots leads the warren of elite wabbits, including Sargent Fluffybutt.
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Yes that's an actual LEGO duplo plushie. :D
I knew command was supposed to change you, I just didn’t expect it to be this much. The pictures are two years and a
lifetime of experiences apart. The first was right before I took command and the second was taken as I relinquish leadership to my successor.
Please read about the leadership lessons learned along the way at inkstickmedia.com/a-command-transition/
"Battery Command Station" (aka "District Command"), on "Fire Control Hill" just beyond Battery Russell.
Been playing some Blacklight Retribution and took this down with me to college. It has no weapons, because it tells other drones what to do and stuff. Also I embellished it with some scala oven racks, Japanese stickers and face bricks cuz why not.
The meatbag is there for the purpose of making Xavier sad that he doesn't have the Spooky Girl collectifig, pls ignore.
Sgt. Weeper, command log:
Durge. What an abomination. A 1500 year old, unyielding hulk of a muscle mass that took pleasure in killing Mando’s. Please, this was a walk in the park for everyone here in the GAR. At least that’s what some of the squads who went in before us legitimately thought. All along the sewer access tunnels, we were met with bits of plastoid armor and flesh. Whether it was clone flesh or Durge’s we didn’t know yet, that was until we came across an old Alpha class ARC trooper.
“It’s an honor Alpha, but no time for pleasantries, we’ve got-,” and before I mentioned the devil, he had appeared. His deep and gargling voice made itself at home in the humid air then hanging with the stench of death.
“Even with his final breath,” Durge approached while hunched in the cramped tunnel and gestured to the gray haired Fett clone, “this old clone couldn’t muster the guts to tell you what little he could do. You’re going to find it’s a lot harder to kill me-“ The enclosing pitter patter of my squad; Bearer and Pall cut him off. “Well now we’ve got something to play with,” in a motion as beastly as an Acklay’s, Durge surged at us with all of his armored berth. I quickly motioned to Bearer and Pall to take the adjacent tunnel while I’d stand my ground. I pulled my vibro blade and in the instant that Durge lunged his broad hands at my throat I dropped into the sludge. Squatting in filth and waste, I jabbed at the bounty hunter’s face plate. A whirling screech filled the tunnels as he flew over my head and crumpled meters away. Immediately, I flicked my range finding/night vision goggles over my T-visor and silently motioned to the men across the main section of sewage runway. The plan was to take the parallel tunnels as we could easily meet up at the next main junction - which turned out to have been a maintenance overlook. It was a matter of throwing Durge off while he was stunned. As I made for the junction, I heard a slosh and a pound. A slosh and a pound. It was picking up. He was on all fours. I dashed to my right with my back still turned. I pivoted and the moment was there. I latched onto an electrical pole running along the hallway, made it fulcrum, and sprung myself above Durge’s back and between the ceiling. Like staking a flag, I punched my knife right into his right shoulder and pulled using my whole weight. His armored arm was nearly severed. I clambered between his legs as he examined my handiwork. “Not a bad cut, for a droid!” He finished his sentence in bold. He was fuming and he was forcing me onto the maintenance overlook. There, he’d have more space. As I backed and he advanced, I caught a glimpse of Durge’s face. I had cut his face plate clean off and left a gash along his face where he could’ve had a cleft chin. His near tusks of teeth were baring sludge mixed with saliva as he reveled in my killing. The more I damaged him, the more satisfied he’d be. Eventually I was against the railing of the overlook. He consumed the threshold that led into the comparatively cathedral sized maintenance room.
I comm’d in, “Bearer, where are you?” Durge recoiled and made motion to crush my every fiber. I dashed and cut at his right thigh then finished my cut at his shoulder. The bulky arm - with blaster in hand - fell to a thud on the ground below. He spun and gnashed his saber-like fangs. He realized I was simply de-armoring him as I prepared to give him onslaught. He prepared first. He pulled his second blaster and I dove off the overlook. I vaulted the fast current of sewer sludge as Durge made his drunken way off the overlook. As he jumped down, he seemed to have staggered.
“Need fire power!” Pall came to the overlook and a grappling wire flung to life from Bearer’s long rifle. I had Durge’s whole right side torn up and his focus up to this point. Durge was considering just blasting them, but he wanted me gone first. I jumped as high and far as I could at him as Pall opened fire and Bearer rode the grappling line with charges in hand. The charges landed on this back. The fresh muscle of his regenerative arm and leg were writhing in the pelting of plasma blots. His head was adorned with my blade and he staggered away. He fell into the current and into the tunnel. The last thing he did as he drifted was throw my knife back at me, landing in my foot. The pain was numbed with adrenaline and if anything, his Gen’Dai blood was healing the wound. The charges had blown and he was dressed with rubble. With too much to regenerate, and too much weight to lift, he drowned in the waste of a people terrorized by his own treachery.
Weeper, out.
Ridgways of Port Talbot has had a liking for DAF and VDL products over the years. Notably the company's former East Yorkshire Optare Spectra has recently been sold for preservation.
The latest acquistion is this Wright Commander-bodied VDL SB200 from Claribel of Birmingham, and this has taken the place of one of the former Bus Eireann Darts on the small network of commercial and contracted services in Port Talbot.
This mid August 2016 shot was taken at Port Talbot's Heilbron Way roundabout, as she heads for Baglan Moors on the commercial section of Service 66.
//// ENTRY LOG ////
//// ENCRYPTION DETECTED ////
: COMMAND QUEUE :
___CODE ENTER___
(35359090)
//// Access Granted ////
: SGT. Fencer :
Had Blank and Cross run behind a crate and hold position. Darklight and Eight-Four followed close behind. Darklight ran for cover... he was shot immediately. Eight-Four and I shot wildly at a desperate attempt to land a bolt on the sniper.
I've lost to many men under my control.
I'm wondering how I'm still alive.
//// ERROR ////
//// FURTHER DATA ERASED ////
//// ENCRYPTION COMPLETE ////
: COMMAND QUEUE :
-- ERASE ALL DATA --
//// YES COMMAND SELECTED ////
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I hope you guys like the photo! I tested with a new building technique and I would love your guys feedback on it. I also decided to get off my ass and finally write a story. I hope you like that as well. More perspective shots will be uploaded shortly.
Best Wishes,
-- Venku
USAF Material Command ESC/DIKL & M.I.T. Lincoln Labs G-II departing Oakland-Pontiac International Airport this morning. The last time I saw this Gulfstream was March 1996 @ YYZ. I had forgotten how absolutely ground trembling Rolls Royce Spey's are without hush kits. Definitely my american bizjet highlight of 2020!
For those who are interested in the history of this aircraft, please reference n105tb.wordpress.com/