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Guiris con compactas por el barrio gótico de Barcelona.
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Tourists carrying compact cameras in the Gothic barrio of Barcelona.
Nikon F80
Sigma 105mm f/2.8 OS HSM
Kodak Gold 200
A series of random photos while in the house and garden under lock-down restrictions.
In the waning days of the Galactic Republic, Kuat Systems Engineering produced a series of compact luxury yachts.
The starship was marketed towards the wealthy businessman who liked a bit of piloting action himself.
It had the agility and speed to keep up with even the better starfighters of that time. While still providing the comfort one might expect from a luxury yacht.
(There used to be a jacuzzi on board).
To make all of that possible the craft is propelled by three rather large engines, one integrated in the tail and the other two mounted one on each side.
The fuel consumption however is ridiculous.
Naturally, achieving the performing stats of an X-wing on a craft that weighs at least 4 times as much comes at a cost…
However, somewhere around the forming of the Galactic Empire, this particular ship found its way into the hands of a bounty hunter (probably stolen).
To suit the profession better the ship underwent some serious modifications.
These mostly involve adding armament and removing unnecessary features.
(such as the jacuzzi mentioned earlier).
A dorsal mounted cannon allows for fending off pursuers, a considerable part of the living space behind the cockpit was sacrificed to fit a military grade deflector shield generator in order to be able to withstand some serious enemy fire and the rear observation segment was filled with various tracking equipment and a cloaking device, making it well-capable to make itself invisible to most scanners.
Seems like KSE is a most suited supplier of bounty hunter ships.
This MOC is actually the successful marriage of two WIPs I had laying about.
I’ve been wanting to do some more starship building and was looking into renovating this previously build ship. But I soon realised it was in such a bad shape that I might as well start over again. So I did.
I had a lot of features I wanted on the ship and not all of them made it.
No functional boarding ramp alas but it does have all the flaps, vents and greebles I like.
Yeah, the gun isn't the greatest. The story is the focus here.
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To get past the guards was an easy task. Though there was a part of him that briefly considered using two or three shots to swiftly dispose of the difficulty, his purpose would be better served the less risks he took, and the less evidence left behind the better. The bonus waiting for him if he got in and out unseen helped a lot too.
Cut a wire here, switch a wire there, flip a breaker or two, and a brilliant lightshow across advertisement displays had the two guards gawking like children while while he casually strolled past.
Getting past them wasn't the difficulty in truth, as much as what came next.
In this era only fools kept business closed at night. An age of 24/7 food, love, laughs, and everything else had dawned over most of the civilized and advanced world. The musuem was still open to the public, even if the crowd was virtually nonexistant, the lights dimmed, and janitors were out scrubbing away the battlescars of school field trips. But the museum wasn't his destination, but the facility below.
This is where the guards needed to not be paying attention. The small unimportant door beside the entrance was his goal, and though he could never get passed completely unnoticed, the distraction would keep the guards from seeing which door he went through. He was just another curious pedestrian going for a walk and a browse in the egotistical monument that was named "Tokushima Industrial Historical Museum."
For as long as he had been in the vaguely named "Package Retrieval" business for corporations, there was still a part of him that expected the stereotypical entrance to places like these. The hidden elevator, the multiple massive doors, scanners of all sorts and types, etc.
No, just one scanner, one secure door, all very low key. If need be, the whole facility could be cleansed and emptied, with little left to assemble any sort of judicial case against them for whatever secrets were concealed under the museum.
He had seem similar systems before, difficult to crack without practice, but this was his livlihood and practice he had plenty.
A holo projector aimed just so at just the right time, enter an old backdoor failsafe code into the keypad, and the door clicked unlocked.
It was an unnervingly clean light green and white steril environment. It would take very little imagining to believe he was in an old hospital like those out of old movies from the years when man was still locked in his desperate battle with cancer.
But there were more computers and synthetic driods here than there were flesh and blood humans. More harmful devices than helpful.
He carefully strode down the brightly light halls. Stealth wouldn't avail him much here, and his cloaking device didn't have very long of a charge, it was for emergencies mostly.
So instead he snagged the first white labcoat he passed and did his best to look like he belonged. He adopted a superior manner, found a pair of holo lensed glasses to wear, and a touchpad to complete the look. He avoided other scientists as best he could without making it obvious, doing his best to appear too engrossed in the data on his touchpad to be bothered.
A data link from his own PDA to the touchpad allowed him to use it to steer towards the package.
Ideally he would acquire a third device to triangulate, but he didn't have the time to risk it. For now his PDA and touchpad would have to make due.
It took longer than he expected. He could blame it on the bewildering turns and abstract angles of the facility that without a doubt were designed to steer infiltrators away from the most dangerous and valuable projects towards the pointless rooms set up as covers.
He was Jacob Salem, one of the best in the business, and he was being beaten by mere corridors. Not doors, not guards, not sophisticated AI programs or elaborate cyphers. A freakin' hallway.
As if to make up for it, after a rather uneventful download and extraction of the targeted prototype code, he swiftly found an alternate exit that dumped him right...
...into one of the main museum displays.
A bewildered tourist and the two museum guards who he had been heatedly arguing with about the historical inaccuracies of a nearby holodisplay turned to see the stranger who just popped out of a wax display of workers dress of the factory that would later become Tokushima Industrial.
Jacob was faily certain his cover was very -ripped, smashed, stabbed, shot, and thoroughly good and properly- blown.
*NOTICE: The above text is a work in progress trail run for a planned
literary work. Though subject to change and alteration, it represents
the majority of planned content for the final product. As such, the
ideas, characters, setting, and story written above is reserved as
intellectual property of C. J. King.*
Feedback and comments on the story are more than welcome, wanted in
fact.
A small and compact point and shoot camera, the Fuji Klasse W (and its related Fuji Klasse S) is a perfect companion for city breaks.
The A100 is a range of American compact vans and trucks manufactured and marketed from 1964 to 1970 by Chrysler Corporation under the Dodge marque in the United States and the Fargo marque in Canada.
The A100 competed with the Ford Econoline and Chevrolet Van and Chevy Corvair Greenbrier, as well as the Volkswagen Type 2. The range included a pickup truck and van, both with a "forward control" design. Placing the driver on top of the front axle with the engine near the front wheels is called a "cab over" vehicle. The nose was flat, with the engine placed between the driver and passenger, who sat above the front axle. The unibody vehicles used a short, 90 in (2,300 mm) wheelbase. An A108 was also available from 1967 to 1970, with a longer 108 in (2,700 mm) wheelbase. The A108 was popular with camper conversion companies.
Model: Katya Talanova
Location:Studio Praja -Jakarta, Indonesia
Ligthing Profoto Compact Plus Special 300Ws
(not the lens...)
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Canon EOS 5D MkII + EF 1.4/50mm
ISO 3200 1/60 f3.2 -2EV
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sandugo
The Sandugo was a blood compact, performed in the island of Bohol in the Philippines, between the Spanish explorer Miguel López de Legazpi and Datu Sikatuna the chieftain of Bohol on March 16, 1565, to seal their friendship as part of the tribal tradition. This is considered as the first treaty of friendship between the Spaniards and Filipinos. "Sandugo" is a Visayan word which means "one blood".
The Sandugo is depicted in both the provincial flag and the official seal of the government in Bohol. It also features the image of the blood compact. The top of the seal explains the history behind the Sandugo event that occurred in Bohol, the fleet and the location where the Spaniards anchored and the place where the treaty was conducted which was dated on March 16, 1565