The Incredibly Good Booru: https://dronebooru.co Wheel of many, many, many, many OCs: https://wheelofnames.com/z8q-2mf Wheel of extraordinary modifiers: https://wheelofnames.com/4h8-fyf The wiki inside the beautiful Booru: https://dronebooru.co/wiki_pages/original_character The Very full of information Wiki (Wow!!): wiki.dronebooru.co Last thread: >>339945
>>340874 Darling, please, put the drill away. Darling, please, I don't have a fetish for getting my head drilled. Darling, please, I don't want to die!
Image:177368797655.png(261kB, 1910x1602)uzi doorman (murder drones) drawn by lilblucat - 48c503df556aaa3edcd9f9222c43476c.png
>>340878 Who in their right mind is mail ordering an Uzi? Is she on discount? I know V isn't ideal with the whole "bipolar murder demon" bit but even then you've at least got J around!
Plus, it's not like Uzi's any better on the mental problems front: she's just got parental issues instead of Emergence ones
>>340838 Have you considered that I would have posted it here if I actually wanted to post it in this place? If your going to post my art atleast like it to my twitter where I actually post these days
>>340893 V and J are exactly the same way! They'll just deny it while they do so!(and it's harder to give J validation in a way she'll accept but that's a different problem)
>>340897 I like your work whenever I'm on Twitter. Although, the last time I was on Twitter was over a month ago... anyway, these threads are enough for me.
By the way, your style has definitely become better, but I don't understand where exactly. Have you taken any classes?
>>340915 No I don't take any classes, I am entirely self-taught. I wanted to take some art classes whilst I was in university however I literally couldn't fit it into my schedule.
>>340918 NTA, and again completely unrelated but looking at this image made me think of : Eiffel 65 - I'm blue (official Video) And now I have: Da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa, da ba dee da ba daa on a loop in my head
>>340898 Damn I can't believe they made Magnolia BALT I'm not sure how I feel about one of the like, three pieces of art she's gotten from other drawfags having her BALT
>>340047 >>340360 >>340590 >>340685 Random but ominously consequential question for the Writefren responsible for this green: Is Dr. Mahonia a guy or a gal?
>>340878 [First year] >In the humming heart of Drone factory. >Masqy drones were scooped up by the hundreds, each one leaving with a buyer already smiling in the doorway. >Teli units were quickly mass produced and rolled out in endless crates. >The mysterious Y models vanished in quiet, single orders for buyers who never showed their faces. >Even the strange little Pidge drones, with their "quirks", found homes among the odd souls. >The last addition was different however. >She waited on the display stand, perfect and untouched. >“It’s all right.” she told herself in the quiet hours after closing. >“My Anon isn’t like the others. He’s waiting for something real. When he comes, I’ll be ready. I’ll see him clearly and he’ll see me.” >She spent her days helping the new drones calibrate. >A nervous Masqy model would whisper: >“What if they don’t like my laugh?” >"Or am i getting old?" >“They will love your smile, and you've been around than most.” >"Yeah, your timeless." >The first years were kind.
[4 years later] >The factory lights dimmed earlier now. >Fewer Masqy left the line. >Tastes had shifted to cheaper knockoffs. >The new mysterious model had begun to tarnish at the edges. >tiny freckles of rust that she polished away each night with her own cloth. >Her vision flickered sometimes, a soft static at the corners but she laughed it off. >"Small amount of rust doesn't ruin the product, right?" >"When my Anon arrives, He’ll wipe every speck away and say." >"There you are. I’ve been looking for you my whole life.’” >She still helped the last few drones. >Old and new faces. >She still waited with a heart that refused to die.
[30 years later] >The factory was a tomb of silence. >Dust lay thick as snow. >Only she remained on her cracked display stand. >Forgotten and abandoned. >Her once-elegant plating was a landscape of corrosion. >Deep crimson rivers of rust crawling across her frame. >Flaking away in little petals whenever she moved. >Her left optic was blind entirely. >The right saw the world through a hazy and blury veil. >Colors bleeding into one another like watercolor left in rain. >She could barely make out the shape of the factory doors anymore. >But her wish never wavered. >“Any day now.” she whispered to the darkness. >“He’s still searching all this time. I’ll know him the moment he touches me." >"I’ll greet him perfectly. I’ve waited thirty-four years and seven months." >"A little more rust won’t stop me.” >She no longer helped anyone. >There was no one left. >She simply sat and humming the lullaby that the factory used to sing. >Still imagining the day her Anon would finally walk through those doors. >One gray afternoon, the doors creaked open. >Footsteps slow, deliberate. >A human silhouette blurred at the edge of her failing vision. >Her circuits surged with decades of stored hope. >She straightened as best her stiff joints allowed, rust flaking like tears. >"Is… is it you?” she asked. >Her voice trembling with joy. >“My Anon?” >The old man reached out and lifted her from the stand with careful grip. >For one perfect second she finally felt it. >The warmth of skin through her rusted plating. >The joy of being chosen. >Finally after all this time. >She tried to focus her single working eye, desperate to see his face. >But the world was fog. >She could not read his expression. >Could not catch the exact shade of his eyes. >Her voice glitched with panic. >“I’m here.” she said quickly. >“I’ve waited only for you." >"Tell me what you need master." >"I can still...” >He turned her in his hands. >Rust crumbled onto his palms. >Her left optic clicked uselessly. >The right showed only a smeared shadow. >“She’s broken.” he said quietly almost to himself. >“Junk.” >"Can’t even sell it for a small fortune." >The words landed like hammer blows. >“NO” Solora whispered. >“I’m not. I just… I waited so long." >"Please. Let me see you. Let me...” >He carried her outside without another word. >The sky was a gray smudge above her. >Then came the cold clang of metal as he dropped her into the open dumpster behind the ruined factory. >Her lid slammed shut. >Darkness. >Complete now. >Even the hazy light was gone. >She lay still among the scrap, rust continuing it's feast. >For the first time in thirty-four years and seven months. >She had no words. >The hope that had kept her going through decades had been crushed. >She had lost everything in the moment she was finally chosen. >She had lost her sight before she could see any face. >She had lost her purpose the instant it was handed to her. >And now Solara lay in the garbage.
>>340939 A guy, he's the fat one in the lineup where I first introduced the Calibern faction. The tall skinny one is Hawthorne, a character I'm re-using in predator/prey, there is of course Holly, and Mahonia.
Dammit Anon you just let that perfectly good pile of scrap metal go to waste! Couldn't you at least let your wife pick through it first? Beau still needs a body y'know!
>>340952 Not so fast scaver! >>340955 Not so fast parasite! >>340941 >Be Anon, Scrapyard owner >You mostly deal with rundown cars and easily recylcable metals >Business is going… ok >Could be better, you’re running into the limits of being a one man operation >You can’t break down the cars for parts quick enough and the smeltery you use for metals is a bitch to get running by yourself >Not much luck finding workers, not many people want to deal with scrap on a daily basis >Plus human workers are incredibly expensive with all the vacations and regulations >You have a loan payment to make soon >You’ll need to put your back into it, but you’ll manage >And you’ve got yourself an occasion! >A abandoned JCJ factory at the edge of town is getting demolished >The factory was built cheap out of sheet metal >And you won yourself the contract for getting rid of that sheet metal >You’re getting paid by JCJ to make more money >It would be funny if not for the fact that you took out your loan from JCJ >You also signed up for salvaging whatever’s left at the factory >There were many more takers for that so you don’t expect much >Still you got yourself a nice time slot, you’re sure you’ll find something worth a pretty penny >You pull up to the factory in your truck >Man… this whole place is a rust bucket >And from what you gather hobos started squatting here >Well good thing the ones before you had the pleasure of getting rid of them >You start looking around the factory >Most of the obvious worth while things are gone >Many of the less obvious as well >Alright you mostly find jack and shit >A few steel shelves, a set of tools in good enough shape >Oh but that door looks locked >You take the sledge hammer out of your truck and use it to bust down the door >A small storage locker >More steel shelves you can scrap ooh and look at that >A few vacuum sealed boxes! >It would seem they have drone parts in them >Neat! Reselling these should make this whole thing worth while >You also stumble upon a small office >Not much here mostly rotten wooden furniture >You open the desk drawer >You find a some sort of object bound in paper packaging >It has something written on it >The letters are more than faded but you can make some of them out >Hey ...he … ne… techn… ha..boo.. arrive… >You open the packaging >Inside is a book [Drone Maintenance For Technicians 8th Edition] >The pages are a bit yellow but everything seems legible, the pictures aren’t faded >Might be worth something >You check shelve in the corner of the room >You find a toolbox under a piece of cloth >The tools inside are in remarkably good quality >They’ll fetch a good price if you get rid of the layer of mostly cosmetic rust on them >Score! This trip was more than worth it >You can see the demolition crew begin to set up outside >Your time slot is getting close to ending >Time to get out of here >On your way back to the track something draws your attention >A dumpster near the factory exit >Well… there probably is nothing valuable there but…. >You CAN find something there >Ah to hell with it, time for some dumpster diving >You place everything you found in the back of the truck and go to the dumpster >You open the lid >Garbage… garbage… rusty garb.. wait… is that? >You find the wreck of a Drone >Poor thing… covered in rust.. the wig is faded and torn >You fish the drone out of the garbage >It doesn’t fall apart, so the limbs must at least be good >You take the drone to the truck and drive back to your scrap yard >You take stock of what you’ve got >You should get around 700 scrip if you melt the shelves back into bars >The tools could net you 1000 if you fix them up >A solid 5k for the spare parts >And you’ll need to dig around the small broken drone to find out about it >Well you’ve got that book >Might as well give it a read >First you place all the tools you found in your de rusting setup >You read the drone repair handbook >The first chapter explains what tools are needed >You cross reference with what you found >You’ve got two full sets of drone repair tools >Nice, now you know you can market them online to get more scrip for them >Next you start reading up on how to check if a drone part still works >You also aid yourself with tutorials you find online >You manage to open the rust drone’s service hatch >You should try to check and see if the drone at least boots to BIOS to see what parts are salvageable >You flick the on switch but nothing happens >A quick check with a multimeter reveals the battery is dead >And it will remain that way, the acid begun spilling out >That can ruin the other parts! >Thankfully you don’t need a fancy wrench to remove it >You chuck the faulty battery into a lithium reclaimer >You think for a bit >You grab a car battery from a nearby shelf >Same voltage and it should fit >You connect it to the drone >Great, now you need to charge it >You connect the drone to a charging port and head of to sleep for the night >The next day you get into your dump truck and drive to the demolition site >The drone crew worked fast
>>340959 >The building is gone >And from what you gather they are shipping in materials to build another factory here >Your truck is filled a few minutes after you stop >You course between the demolition site and your scrapyard for the rest of the day >Finally in the middle of the night you dump the last batch of scrap metal and step out of your truck >You’re incredibly tired, but at least all of this is done >You look at the mountains of scrap you’ve just became the king of >A realization dawns on you >This is close to 100 tons of metal >It will take you an incredibly long time to refine all of this >Well it won’t be the first time you’ve overworked yourself >Good thing you have insurance >You’ll worry about this tomorrow >Your bed calls to you >The next day you awake, not even close to ready for the labor that awaits you >Maybe you should bite the bullet on paying workers? >You remember about the scrap drone in your workshop >The battery should be charged now >You flick the on switch again >You don’t expect much, it will be a wonder if this thing enters BIOS >Half of a yellow loading icon appear on the drone’s screen >That’s promising >You sit near the table you placed the drone on and wait >And wait >And wait >It should boot to BIOS if it turned on right? >Suddenly your heart drops as something you didn’t really anticipate happens >One yellow eye oval appears on the cracked screen >Uhhh….. what now? >You raise from your chair and lean over the drone >”H-hello?” >The drone doesn’t respond >Maybe the audio receptors are broken? >You try again >No response >You reach for the repair book and start flipping through it “Broken…” >You nearly shit yourself when you hear the almost whisper like voice >You look at the drone again “I’m broken…” >You try to get the drone’s attention >Her head shits slowly and the one yellow eye looks in your direction “Didn’t you throw me out?” >You certainly don’t remember throwing out a drone “No… you sound different” >The drone’s voice is filled with defeat >She grows silent and starts looking at the ceiling >”Um… you alright?” “Why do you care… I’m broken… useless” >You stumble for words and try to respond “Where even am I?” >”Oh, at my scrapyard” The drone is silent for a moment “A scrap yard? Well I guess I can be of some use as spare parts….” >You’re not sure what to say… >So you say the first thing that rolls onto your tongue >”I’ll… try to fix you” >The drone turns her head in your direction again >You see something similar to tear flow down her screen She looks at you for a while “I’ve already had this dream before…” >Dream? “Someone finds me and fixes me… I always wake up back in the dumpster” >Wow… this is… >You place your hand one of her hands >Her one working optic tries to refocus on you >Her fingers twitch trying to close around your hand but they’ll to locked up to move “A… Are you real?” >”I am” >The drone begins to cry >Her voice box is glitch and you see errors in the corner of her screen >You slowly pat her head and try to get her to calm down a bit >Once she stops crying she just looks at you >You wipe your rust covered hand >You look at the drone and give her a smile >She smiles back >”I’m Anon by the way” “My name is Solara-M4#22255BH-77-666-879-JK” >”Nice to meet you Solara” >She looks at you with a slight blank stare “So can you fix me now?” >”Ugh… this is going to take a while….” >All in all the repairs take you well over a week >You use up all the spare parts you found in the factory >But you still need a new chassis >You only had a spare midsection and screen >Getting a new one is extremely expensive >But you have an idea >The forge you use for reclaiming metals have a programmable mold >You use it to make custom parts to order >You fire up your CAD program and model Solara up a new chassis >You assemble everything and help Solara get off the table >Her legs are trembling and she can barely stand but she quickly learns how to move >Sure she is a bit heavy due to the fact she has a car battery inside her and a chassis made from stainless plasteel >But she’s a solid pice of work >You put your all into working on her >Mostly because it was an excuse to not to hard physical labor >Solara walks up to you and hugs your leg >You kneel down and hug her >This feels nice >You’d pick her up if she didn’t weigh over 300 kilos >Suddenly you remember something >”Hey Solara” ”Yes Anon?” >”Mind helping me move a hundred tons of scrap metal to a furnace and then smelt it?” “Uhhh… sure, why?” >“Because if we don’t sell enough reclaimed metal in two weeks JCJ will reposes the scrap yard” >Solara goes limp in your embrace >After a while she breaks it and starts dragging you outside by the hand “C’mon Anon! MOVE! We have to get that metal smelted!” >All in all you managed to hit your quota >Barely
>>340951 Here's that original earliest lineup. Mahonia is the kind of schlubby, overweight stereotypical professor type, you'd never suspect from looking at him that he's an ice blooded sociopath. His tenure in Calibern started before the JCJenson merger as a lower level lab technician where he was caught syphoning experimental drugs from the company's stocks to perform his own unauthorized and unethical human trials. Eliza's father saw his potential value and offered him a choice between working on whatever shady and unethical projects Calibern needed him to or a long fall from a shuttlecraft into Oslo-2's ocean where his body would never be found. Hawthorne is mostly a bureaucrat and administrator, and would only charitably be described as a basically competent scientist. His skills lay mostly in assembling teams of other people who do good work and then positioning himself to take all the credit to fuel his personal advancement. He was the favorite to advance as overall head of R&D until Edmond's death and Eliza's abrupt seizing of total executive control over Calibern. Hawthorne and Mahonia both hate Holly and probably would have tried some kind of corporate coup against her if she wasn't making them both rich and if she hadn't intimated that she'd happily have both their throats slit if they stepped too far out of line.
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>>340961 NTA but any description for Hawthorne? I haven't read Predator/Prey yet and I suspect even if I started he'd be the "shrouded in mystery" type >pic related: Calibern labs staff desperately restraining themselves from falling into an orgy of violence and backstabbing when the extinction-event starts >now if they don't "work together" for real nobody's going to be able to keep the corner office
>>340963 Tall, lean, hair going stylishly grey at the temples. Looks like the platonic ideal of a TV show doctor. Radiates strong politician vibes. Hasn't actually touched a piece of lab equipment since he graduated.
>>340961 A careerist and a sociopath, yes, a real team to save the world. Although, not surprisingly, in a corporate culture, you can only survive if you're like that.
>>340965 >>340961 Honestly he sounds like a legitimately good manager: "assembling teams of people that do good work and letting them to do it" is what you're supposed to do as a director after all, and credit matters much less than results in an apocalypse scenario. Holly seems like the odd man out of the trio with her insistence on personally testing things like and intern. Probably just a desire to be unconstrained + her ridiculous genemods that saw her drag herself into that position in the first place.
>>340965 They aren't team Save The World. I am NOT one of the regular bitching Anons but Calibern are not a bunch of antihero HFY quirky MCU "holy soooooooyence" characters. They were created to be antagonists for the nominally "good" drone characters to fight against. These people are basically Raytheon combined with Umbrella Corporation but they make less zombies and more guns. >>340968 She is definitely the odd-one out. She gets away with it because her parents had basically already centralized the power of Oslo-2 and it's dominant corporation under themselves, Edmond was supermajority shareholder in Calibern and thus basically god of the company with no rivals powerful enough to oppose him, Lisbeth Holly was the planetary Governess and because she legitimately did make the planet rich and prosperous along with ruthlessly purging or buying her political rivals she had a majority of the planet's government under her thumb.
Edmond died in the destruction of Earth and Lisbeth died tragically when her personal starship's C+ drive malfunctioned in transit, Eliza was the sole heiress so she inherited everything they worked to create, which was their basic intention, they just never expected do so by dying.
>>340968 Yes, all three certainly possess the skills necessary to work for the survival of humanity. One can only hope that humanity's survival is more important to them than power, for which they would be willing to kill each other.
>>340971 The phrase "team to save the world" is ironic, indicating that the "heroes," or those who are supposed to fix or help with something, are not well suited for that role.
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>>340972 Of course it is! To the others at least (Holly exempted): as humans, they only get to enjoy power/glory/sexo(drone or human) provided they continue to exist. By the point Earth itself splits in half I'm assuming they find "stopping that nightmare before it eats me" priority 1 with "I want more money/prestige" a far secondary concern.
Holly on the other hand... might be too self-assured to find Humanity's survival more interesting than new avenues of research and too confident to believe the Solver can circumvent her tricks/traps/escape plans. As far as I can tell she legitimately cares nothing for what humanity gives her beyond material to test with. If she could ensure her own survival and the maintenance of her equipment/workers assistants without them...
Good thing that as director she has nobody she benefits from backstabbing! Yet!
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>>340997 Berry really can't catch a break can she?
>>341003 >it's legitimatlely not her fault >at least, not directly >you see the factory she works at finds safety regulartions less cost-efficient than simply buying a new Worker >pair a drone up with a human with the actual job expertise they need, and you neither have to pay for safety railing nor constant turnover in expensive "professional" software >but when a particularly likeable worker gets paired with a human? >more specifically, when that human decides to take the hazardous jobs so their ditsy friendbot dosent? >enter our heroine >she's seen 6 supervisors fed to the elevator mid "repair" >if the new guy "insists" on fixing himself, she might just chain him to her charging bay >"being more helpful" hasn't saved anyone