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Don't want to be too spammy but I think I posted at an inopportune time right at the end of a thread, so forgive the repost in this one.
Marcy Prologue
Hans Zimmer - No Time For Caution (Interstellar Soundtrack)(Docking)(Interstellar OST)
>Spinning
>M4R's horizon rotated again, lurid red-pink light, blackness filled with stars, a shattered torn landscape of tortured stone, more blackness, then the light again
>She was tumbling out of control, her internal gyros temporarily knocked offline
>Just within her field of view the looping yellow striped tether cable whipped aimlessly in the vacuum of space, it's warped and shattered buckle twinkling in the dim salmon glow
>Something...she dug deep, focusing all of her processing cycles on retrieving the memory file...there!
>A hurtling asteroid, nothing more than a grey and tan and metallic orange blur had struck her survey skiff. It existed in her remembered view for only a few brief frames of footage, too fast for her to react. If she hadn't already been kicking off of the skiff she would have been hammered into a cloud of metal fragments and flash-frozen vapor right along with it.
"Awh...shucks"
>She recalculated her odds of survival in less than a second
>2.04%
>She was adrift, she was at the edge of Outpost 12's current zone of operations, she was a Worker Drone with negligible salvage value wearing a cheap heat insulating vac-suit not worth the cost of hunting it down, her skiff which contained everything she needed, radio beacon spikes, survey tools, spare powerpacks and refresh oil had been shattered in an instant.
>Her gyros finally came back online, filling the bubble helmet with the sound of whirring servos as they finally killed her tumbling spin
>The tiny moon sized chunk of rock spun bellow her feet, attended by a foggy haze of gravel sized chunks caught in it's barely existent gravitation
"Huh?"
>A flash of reflected light glittered "bellow" her
>There! The debris cloud of her skiff, slowly expanding in a cone as both she and the space junk drifted imperceptibly "down" towards the the rapidly spinning moonlet
>Winking at her from within the spray of metal fragments...an intact radio spike! If only she could reach it somehow!
>2.25%
>Patting her suit's utility pockets she found her only hope, a small hammer for driving pitons
>One chance, her calculations would have to be near perfect...
"Feelin' lucky"
>She used her gyros to carefully pivot till her back was almost perfectly aligned with the spike
>Tiny taps and pings signaled the rapidly dwindling distance between herself and the asteroid
>She cocked back the hammer, keeping all of her limbs in perfect balance, and the whipped her arm out straight in a single, languid motion
>The hammer flashed with starlight as it raced away, propelled by an arm with the strength of a hydraulic ram and the speed of a cracking whip. In exchange for it's mass she began to drift in the opposite direction, towards her only chance
"Come on!"
>More small stones pelted her helmet, the peak of a jagged rock spire looked up, seemed to hang next to her, and then fell away beneath, the initial hit had sped her fall...
"Come one!"
>THERE! Her hand flashed out like a striking cobra and caught the radio spike as it tumbled past her from behind, now she just needed to stick a landing.
>Whatever happened she couldn't bounce, if she bounced she would lose her grip on the spike and be flicked off into the void by the giant rock's rotation.
>More perfect timing, another almost impossible maneuver, predictive calculations raced through her processors, her initial position and velocity, modify it with the probable speed and vector of the strike, add the velocity she's imparted to herself with the thrown hammer and NOW!
>Desperately she spun her body out flat, driving the spike down beneath herself as the ruddy iron toned ground rushed to meet her an-
THUMP
SCRAAAAPE
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Fuck it. Here's some random OC themes for their background/lore
>Jane Lore
21st Century Schizoid Man (Radio Edit)
>Bonus: How Jane Actually Acts
ABBA - Dancing Queen (Official Music Video)
>John Lore
The Cog is Dead - A.I. Stole My Life [Official Lyrics Video]
>Thalia Lore
I/Me/Myself - Will Wood (ft. Lyrics on Screen)
>Negev Lore
VIX Noelopan- !Aaah- ah yawa em ekat ot gnimoc're yeht
>Bonus: Also Negev Lore Suggestion From Another Anon
Roky Erickson - If You Have Ghosts
>Kat's Lore Bet I gave you some flashbacks to a bueno 「AMV」you watched
Three Days Grace - Animal I Have Become
>T.A.M.M.F.K Lore Yes it's a long song, I know
The Duke of Uke and His Novelty Orchestra - Spider Suite
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Marcy Prologue
Dead Space | Isaac's Breath And Heartbeat
>M4R rebooted her optics, and the surprised reaction to her current situation nearly killed her
>She tightened her mechanical deathgrip on the radio beacon spike as she hung, toes pointed into the cold and uncaring stars from it's carry handle
>Centrifugal force produced just enough false outward "gravity" to overcome the rock's mass and flick any loose objects on it's surface off into space, even as she watched some of the recently deposited debris from her skiff was dislodged from where it had been wedged and slowly but inexorably tumbled "up" and away to join the rest of the fine debris cloud far above
>A toggle latch on her boots deployed their climber claws and sent a static charge through the grippy gecko grip pads on her palms and soles, with such a weak countergravity she would be able to scuttle across the surface of the asteroid like a frog across glass if necessary
>She quickly made the spike fast and threw over the toggle that started it repeating. It's signal was her only chance for rescue.
"Ok, 'hokay, alive...still alive. Just gotta hang on"
>Casting her optics about, she strove to collect any scrap of worthwhile material before it could "fall" skyward. There wasn't much, a roll of static gecko tape and the handheld mineral detector, it's cracked screen sputtering.
>She gave it an experimental slap on the housing, and to her surprise the display stabilized on a reading so high it peaked the scale in several ranges
"Pfsh...out of all the rocks out here to get stranded on, it had to be the motherload. Hmm...I wonder..."
>Some searching later she found what she was looking for, a yawning fissure in the blasted landscape. She found herself in a shallow cave, the walls banded with milky veins of wolframite, bristling lumps of magnetite thrusting up through the floor
>M4 clicked her suit's headlamp on and dropped the ore detector in amazement as the cave blazed with refracted glittering light
>Spinning in place she reached out to run her gloved hands over the protruding mineral deposits, each beautiful band of color and geometric shape burned into her memory matrix
>Despite the peril of her situation, for a brief moment in time she was completely at peace
>The rudimentary suit radio buzzed, then whined and popped with Xray static
"-in, com- -n, M4R-N[static], come in? This is a routine callback, come in, come in, M4R-N0552, come in?"
>M4R spun and raced out of the cave as fast as her grippy boots would allow, too fast in fact as she tripped, lost her grip, bounced and began to tumble slowly upwards again
"Here! Ahm here! Get me, get me, don't let me fall!"
>Just as panic took hold of her circuits, a firm hand clamped down onto her shoulder and she felt herself thrust back downward until her boots touched down firmly on the asteroid once again
>She gazed up, and then up some more, the figure wasn't another drone at all, but a REAL human who towered over her in a bulky full environment suit kitted out with a full flight pack
>Her circuits swelled with both apprehension and anxiety, humans were their creators...but
"Come on...uh M, 4..let's just call you Marcy, it's shorter. Lets get you back to the outpost and fixed up. Great find"
>The vacuum gauntleted hand patted the top of her helmet roughly.
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Murder Drones Fan Animation | "Talkative"
Very good animation by Murder Drones.
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