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It's a known fact, once the sun sets the city of Gotham faces a rise in crime. Even the most kindest citizens turn to criminal tactics to help save society from all that is wrong... One of those citizens is known as, "The Grappler."
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GRAPPLING GUN: Songbird Claw Revolver 1.0 by Aiizawa!
This gun is amazing, pulls you up the side of buildings, can double/triple grapple, lifts you up n top of buildings. Super fun and easy to use. Beautiful construction and all around awesome. Highly recommend.
CREDITS:
BODY: Legacy F
HEAD: Briannon by Lelutka
NAILS: Witchy hands by MUG
PANTS: Camo High-waisted pants by Tetra
HAIR: J0916 by Tram
SUNGLASSES” Mia by Nanika
JACKET: Dynamite by Blueberry
SNEAKERS: Gemini by REIGNxFLITE
AURA: Forgiven by Void
Photo taken @ Celestis
... #secondlife #secondlifebeauty #secondlifephotography #secondlifefashion
This pic was basically a test of my photoshop skills and I think the floating stormtrooper came out pretty good even though the reflection got kinda weird, but I need to work on the lightsaber effects.
A quick build multi-purpose robot. Maybe a little influenced by the "Loaders" in the Bordarlands video games. I have wanted to try those hands and head ideas for a while now. .
Nitto Terra Grappler all-terrain tyre, designed for use on 4x4s and SUVs. Four such tyres will set you back $1,500.
Cherrybrook, Sydney
I kept putting off uploading this shot because the Goshawks were a bit distant. But it is such an unusual shot with one bird flying upside down and raising its talons, that I had to post it. These are both immature Goshawks tussling over a territory, with the Peak District Moors in the background. I almost called it a dogfight, and the dictionary does define dogfight as close combat with two aircrafts. Why dogfight though? Well the etymology suggests that a fight between two women was known as a catfight, and as most fighter pilots were men, they called aircraft battles dogfights. It also mentions the similarity to two dogs chasing each other's tail.
I mentioned recently that Black-tailed Godwits spent a lot of time fighting, and someone asked if it was like sword fighting. Well not really as this one had jumped on the other one's back and was nipping or plucking, I'm not sure which. But the victim was giving a great display of his wing bar and tail pattern. If you are questioning my choice of crop, I didn't have a choice as this was straight off the camera. I was using a 700mm prime and they were right in front of the hide. The Black-tailed Godwits were keeping company with Ruff, which are famously pugnacious. Yet the Ruffs seemed perfectly chilled while the Godwits grappled. It surprised me as all of the Godwits (and Ruffs) were in non-breeding plumage so should not have high levels of testosterone at this time of year. This was taken at Martin Mere in Lancashire.
A grapple, (a real word) is, or was, an attempt to entice more children to eat fruit. An apple was "soaked" in grape juice so that the apple was infused with grape flvouring.
One thing I did notice when setting up this shot was that having cut the apple in half and scooped out the core so that the grape could sit in the middle, a few minutes had gone by, 5 at the most, and the apple was alread going brown from the centre.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gr%C4%81pple
125 Pictures in 2025, theme # 76 Portmanteau Words
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Having left the imperial facility on Ilum, we decided to return to Coruscant to simply relax for a bit and wait for Frons' arm to fully recover and give Charla some time to rest. The twins decided to accompany us as their transport had left them stranded on Ilum and we had gotten along with them pretty well.
Well, we made it to Coruscant without any larger problems and found some decent lodging for the 9 of us. After that we all went about our business; Kas and Vase played Sabacc, Veto went to go search for the nearest bar, and the rest of us relaxed and got some rest.
A couple of minutes later a droid arrived at the doorstep of our current residence which presented itself as H-24, a messenger droid with some important information for us. He handed me a small data chip and as quick as it had come, the droid was gone.
Braik took a quick look at the chip, confirming it was neither a secret explosive nor a hostile virus.
We plugged it into Vase's computer and accessed the one file stored on the chip - a simple audio clip. Without hesitation, I played the clip.
Immediately, a disembodied female voice begin speaking to us through the computer's speakers;
"Greetings, My name is Lagra Romlow. I heard your little band was in the region, and coincidentally I happen to be in need of the services of a bounty hunter. There is an underground imperial prison on Kashyyyk under these coordinates:
41°24'12.2"N 2°10'26.5"E. There is a prisoner in cell 42 on level 3 that I need kidnapped and returned to Coruscant. The person you're looking for is a female Keshiri in her early twenties. I regret to inform you that I can not equip you with more information at this time, however I can assure you that if you choose to accept this mission you shall be justly rewarded. Knowing bounty hunters, this isn't enough to convince you to join, so if you enter the following code in the intersystems bank network you'll find a number of credits already waiting for you: 5GD04KL38."
I signalled to Vase to enter the code into the network. Once he had entered the network and used the code, we were granted access to a high security account with some very pleasing numbers on it.
"Should you chose to accept this job, I shall be more than obliged to triple this number. I'm sorry, I can not supply you with more information. End transmission."
I looked at Vase.
"Well, I don't usually like taking jobs from unknown people, but that number is very convincing."
"Welp, if it turns out to be a scam, we can always just track the droid back to the owner and give them a talking too"
I looked at Vase's tracking computer, which was blinking with a soft blue light.
"You planted a tracker on that thing, didn't you?"
He just raised an eyebrow and smirked.
I sighed.
"Eh, I was never one for relaxing anyways. Call in Vase, we've got a job to do. And bring the twins too, they can fill in for Frons and Charla while they recuperate . They won't protest once you show them that account"
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We reached Kashyyyk and followed the coordinates to a small clearing in a forest of towering trees. In the middle of the clearing was a small hatch. The plan was fairly simple: Braik had brought with him all the equipment we would need for a quick heist, or in this case a breakout. Among the equipment was a laser drill and grappling line and spool. After entering the prison, Braik and I would slide down the line equipped with the drill to level 3 and break out the prisoner, with Veto holding the grappling spool and the twins providing us with some extra protection. Kas would stay in the clearing and alert us if any reinforcements were on their way.
We broke into the prison after a brief fire fight with the guards and prepared for our descent to level 3. As far as we could tell, no alarms had been triggered and no one knew of our presence. Kas stayed behind, Veto grabbed the spool, and the rest of us slid down to level 3. Or at least, what we thought was level 3.
After a quick search of the containment cells, we found cell 42 and prepared for the extraction. Braik calibrated the drill and the twins took up defensive positions and I took to work on disengaging the alarm. After a couple of tense, quiet minutes, I was able to disable the alarm and Braik informed me that the drill was ready.
We grabbed the drill and began slowly moving it in a circle around the door of the cell. Once we completed the circle, we took a deep breath and pushed the door in. What met our eyes was certainly not a female Keshiri.
"Wassa youa doin?" asked the confused Gungan.
"What the heck...," I muttered under my breath.
Braik accessed the information panel next to the cell.
"Kidool Depels," he read. "He was charged with first degree murder and treason to the empire for a successful assassination attempt on an imperial senator."
"Oh yeah?" I asked. "How did he do that?"
"He poisoned the senator's meal. This guy was a chef for 6 years before being imprisoned."
I glanced at the Gungan. "Nice" I said.
He was too busy slobbering to notice.
"Markus," said Braik. "There isn't enough juice in this thing for another extraction. This is it, we had one shot to get this gal out and we're stuck with a Gungan instead."
"I don't get it," I said. "We're on level 3 and this is cell 42, where did we go wrong?"
"Thisa not level tree" said the Gungan.
I looked down over the edge of the catwalk.
"I know you Gungans aren't big on brains, but I'm pretty sure we're on the 3rd level."
"No, yousa under da ground man. Yousa count lavals begging from tha top."
I glanced at Braik who was pounding his head against into the wall.
"Well, I'm not leaving this place without the prisoner. Come on Braik, we're going down another level."
Braik lifted his head. "I already told you Markus, we can't use the drill for another extraction - it just doesn't have enough power."
"I'll think of something." I said.
"When you 'think of something,' it usually involves a lot of explosives, and I thought we weren't trying to alert the garrison stationed here?"
"Whatever, this was getting boring anyway," I said, grabbing onto the line and sliding down to level 3 (the real one this time).
Braik followed me next, then the twins, confusion evident on their faces.
I found cell 42 and reached into my coat. I brought out a thermal detonator and Without hesitation tossed it at the door. It exploded outward, showering the catwalk in dust.
Out of the cell stepped a female Keshiri wearing a pair of electro-cuffs.
Braik read from the information panel near the cell; "Lagra Romlow, imprisoned for multiple crimes, including theft, plagiarism, and dealing in illegal arms and drugs."
"You hired us to rescue yourself? Clever, I like it," I said.
"No time for chit-chat Markus," said Bren. "The first guards have arrived."
Sure enough, 2 prison guards had appeared on the level below us and began raining shots on our little party.
"Keep them distracted," I told Bren and Krista. "We'll get the girl out first, follow us once we're done."
After a quick nod from Bren, I gestured for Lagra to grab the line and signalled Veto to lift us out.
The twins made quick work of the guards and followed us moments later.
"Whasa you doin?" asked the Gungan. "Don leave mesa! They thinka I with yousa!"
"Then grab on," I told the Gungan. "We could use a good chef, another day of Charla's cooking might kill me."
After a few seconds of thought, I glanced at the Gungan. "Don't tell her I said that"
The Gungan just stood there, empty-headed. It didn't occur to me that he had no idea what I was talking about.
"Just grab the heck on." I told him.
He happily obliged, and we exited the prison safe and sound.
Once we exited the prison we were met by Kas who had a concerned look on his face.
"I intercepted a signal for reinforcements just now, they'll be here shortly. I was just about to tell you when you came out."
"Then let's get out of here," I said. "Our work here is done"
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Built for Brickanics' contest over on YouTube. Due to the fact that vacation is coming to an end, I decided I didn't want to start any larger/longer projects, but I did want to enter this contest as well as just build another Star Wars MOC. The result: The breakout, a small SW MOC for the Dark Times RPG built in less than 2 days.
Feedback is always appreciated,
Happy Building!