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Fanart & Other Fan Creations / The Crying Mandalorian
« on: February 22, 2009, 04:32:18 PM »
This is my armor, but I had to take pictures of the pieces individually cuz I'm poor and can't get a jumpsuit. :blush: My rifle is coming via snail mail, and this is what it looks like:

Crossing my fingers on finishing this stupid thing and applying for the MMCC as a Verd'ika. Oya, vode! :heart:

All painting, symbols, etc. were done by me; all purchases were done through persuasion of my dad. My leg armor hasn't arrived yet, unfortunately; but I should be getting it within a few weeks. All pieces were bought from Ebay, except for my helmet, which was bought at Disneyland, and my boots, which were bought at Target, and my gloves, which were bought from a thrift store; spray paint was bought from Ace Hardware. Total so far was about $275, including items in the mail and shipping fees. "The Crying Mandalorian," referring to the silver tears on the helmet, is under copyright; I like it too much. :P The symbols on the left chest plate are Chinese letters for my original name, "Faye Faye," or in English, "to fly." The symbol on the right chest plate is the sign of femininity, of course. ;) If you noticed that the armor looks bumpy, it's because I ran into someone with a flamethrower and they nearly mowed me down with it. JK; actually the spray paint was running out and the bumps are actually air bubbles. But it's still a nice touch. :)

Oh, and this is my ninja cat, Stormpelt (a.k.a. Pepper):

(No, we don't have a cat named Salt. Sorry.)

Edit: Oh, I forgot to mention the Bible verse. (Whoops!)

Matthew 11:28 - "Come to me, all you who are burdened and weary, and I will give you rest."

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Fanfiction / Tough Love and Bad Intel
« on: February 03, 2009, 05:59:30 PM »
This is my first - and actually finished - fanfiction about an ARC trooper during the Clone Wars. Hooray for me. :upsidedown:

Where does one begin when he talks about a war? Usually you would begin with your first battle, or the woman you loved, or the life you left behind. But I’ve never loved a woman, and retelling the battle at Geonosis would kinda be repetitive, especially for a clone like me. But I can’t begin at the end, either; that would make no sense. So maybe I’ll start in the middle.

My name is ARC-5597 “Parjir,” although some know me as “The Forgotten Soldier,” derived from my original number, N-8. You see, I was one of the Nulls, but I was less smart and less fast, and somehow I scraped through training and it suited the Kaminoans just fine. But that’s for another time; on with the first story. It all started two years ago, in the middle of the war, when I was sent to Tatooine to search for a Hutt suspected of smuggling goods to the Separatists…

   “Say ‘aah’…” The little blue Twi’lek reaches up and touches the ration cube in my hand, then stares up at me with big, dark eyes. “Yep. That’s breakfast, ad’ika. Eat up. It’ll be a long day.” She pulls away with a grimace. The poor kid doesn’t even know what I’m trying to do. I sigh and pop the ration cube into my own mouth, chewing madly as I try to think of something useful to teach her. Slicing? No. Sabotage? Um…no. Hand-to-hand combat? What, is she going to fight Jawas or something? I watch her rummage through my pack with eager hands, searching, searching… Wait a minute. She can’t even talk. Maybe I can teach her some Mando’a… “Hey, ad’ika. Wanna try some Mando’a?”

   Two hours later and she can’t even say “vod.” “Can you say ‘vod’ for me, ad’ika? V-ah-d. Like that, only a little faster.” The Twi’lek just gives me a blank look. “Um, how about…oh, let’s see…‘solus’? Can you say that? Soh-loos. It means…uh…I think I means ‘one.’” She continues to stare. “Hey, cut that out! It’s kinda creepy.” Something flickers in her eyes and she leans in closer, her eyes – which were already pretty big to begin with – widen even more. I pull back. “Ugh. Stop that.” She begins to giggle. “What’s so funny?” She leans in closer, almost on top of me, with a smile as big as her eyes and her eyes are as big as the sky. “EEP!” I scrabble backwards and hit my head against the rock wall behind me. Ouch. I forgot about that.

Fanfiction / SPOG: Dark Whispers
« on: January 30, 2009, 06:36:20 PM »
A really lame stab at fanfiction and RC-1989's challenge. Enjoy.

Dramatis Personae

RC-3521, "Tracyn" [leader]

RC-6947, "Wraith" [sniper]

RC-8550, "Krayt" [technician]

RC-8914, "Banshee" [demolitions expert]

Kad Aaray [Mandalorian Jedi]

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