Damn Warp Shenanigans [starter with fleet-admiral-red]

askaspacemarine:

fleet-admiral-red:

“Very well, Commander, the Orbital Ring it shall be. May the Emperor guide you. Admiral Red out.”

It didn’t take long for Red to assemble an escort of guards, namely the Final Line superheavy infantry along with some regular personnel. Might as well make a suitable impression.

Using the Blink array to save time, Red and his escorts arrived near the dock where Vespus’ ship would arrive.

This being an Imperial vessel, the dock in question was on the outer docking zones, which easily accepted large vessels.

After some time, as Vespus emerged with his Battle-Brothers out onto the dock, Red saluted crisply, as did his escort. It may have made for a strange sight, given that the Final Line troops were clad in large black battlesuits.

“Welcome to Eden, Commander.” Red said respectfully.

Vespus’ escort comprised of his Techmarine, his Librarian, and a squad of Tactical Marines.  “Greetings, Admiral Red,” Vespus declared to his new companion.  “Good to see you did not come without an escort.

“I am aware of the Xenos that exist within the GDI, and I wish to tell you that it should be no trouble for us.  Despite what many people think, the Imperium does not hate all Xenos mindlessly.  In fact, we have Xenos in our ranks.  It is simply that the vast majority of Xenos we meet either wish to kill us or destroy our culture, or manipulate events so that many humans die to save a small handful of Xeno lives, so our hostility towards the Xeno is borne out of necessity.

“So long as the Xenos here on Eden do not attempt to do any of these things, I can assure you, no harm will come to the Xenos who live on this world.  We are not so violent that we would attempt to destroy any attempts at peaceful negotiations, after all, at least when the Xeno is willing to respect our lives.”

“An understandable outlook, Commander,” Red nodded, “and one I had surmised myself to be the case. We appreciate your understanding, and you will find that the Xenos in Initiative society are indeed peaceful.”

Red let his salute drop, his escorts following suit.

“In any case, if you wish to learn more about the Initiative we will be more than happy to enlighten you and your Brothers along the way.”

As the two groups entered the current sector of the Ring, Red inclined his head towards Vespus.

“If I may enquire, Commander Linneaus, which Chapter do you and your men represent? I apologise for my less-than-stellar knowledge of the Astartes Chapters. Also, I would like to inform you in advance that we heavily integrate what the Imperium would call Abominable Intelligences into many aspects of our civilisation.”

“Fear not, however, as they are universally structured to respect sophont life. Their purpose is to aid and live alongside us, never to harm.”

Damn Warp Shenanigans [starter with fleet-admiral-red]

askaspacemarine:

fleet-admiral-red:

A moment of silence on the other end, as Red considered.

Surely the Space Marine and his fellow Astartes would be peaceful, right? They had to know their slim chances if conflict erupted.

Not that he minded them relaxing on Eden itself, that was no issue. But given how many other alien races besides humanity lived in Initiative space, that was bound to grind some gears.

“If it is rest and knowledge you and your Battle-Brothers require, then the Initiative welcomes you with open arms. Are you to visit Eden proper or its Orbital Ring first? Whatever your choice of location may be, I will meet you there. Is that acceptable, Commander?”

“I must dock on the Orbital Ring first, as my ship is far too large to land on the planet below,” Vespus replied.  “I will meet you there with some of my Battle-Brothers.”

“Very well, Commander, the Orbital Ring it shall be. May the Emperor guide you. Admiral Red out.”

It didn’t take long for Red to assemble an escort of guards, namely the Final Line superheavy infantry along with some regular personnel. Might as well make a suitable impression.

Using the Blink array to save time, Red and his escorts arrived near the dock where Vespus’ ship would arrive.

This being an Imperial vessel, the dock in question was on the outer docking zones, which easily accepted large vessels.

After some time, as Vespus emerged with his Battle-Brothers out onto the dock, Red saluted crisply, as did his escort. It may have made for a strange sight, given that the Final Line troops were clad in large black battlesuits.

“Welcome to Eden, Commander.” Red said respectfully.

lakritzwolf:

transcoranic:

jumpingjacktrash:

ceruleancynic:

camwyn:

nemhaine42:

i’m starting to hate the frequency of pinterest as a google result more than i hate pinterest itself. listen, google, googly-mate, pinterest isn’t a fuckign source. I want the sites those pictures came from because those are the ones with information such as dates, which is the entire point of the thing I am googling.   

Damn right. How the hell am I supposed to find tutorials on how to do wire work or bead weaving when the first howevermany pages of Google results are some idiot’s cluster of Pinterest collections of those tutorials?

SOMEONE ELSE HATES PINTEREST AS MUCH AS I DO

not only does it fuck with sourcing images, but you can’t even SEE the images unless you have a ~pinterest account~ which I have zero interest in acquiring; it does this so completely adorable coy little thing where it shows you half the page and then when you scroll down it goes *complicated tiresome flower emoji face* JOIN PINTEREST 2 SEE MORE! *complicated tiresome flower emoji face* and my systolic reading spikes. 

and google lists individual pinterest pages as separate results, so if a picture is popular, there can be HUNDREDS of pinterest listings before you find anything you could possibly trace back to a source.

listen, all my art bros who are mad about people not sourcing art, i dig that, i agree that sourcing is important, but maybe stop saying reverse image search is easy or ‘30 seconds’ or whatever. sometimes it’s just straight up impossible because fucking pinterest ruins everything.

SUPER EASY WAY TO AVOID PINTEREST: type your query and then -pinterest

7 of the first 12 results are from pinterest

zero items from pinterest not a single one I’m free

Reblog to save a set of nerves.

Westerners are fond of the saying ‘Life isn’t fair.’ Then, they end in snide triumphant: ‘So get used to it!’

What a cruel, sadistic notion to revel in! What a terrible, patriarchal response to a child’s budding sense of ethics. Announce to an Iroquois, ‘Life isn’t fair,’ and her response will be: ‘Then make it fair!’ This is the matriarchal approach to learning.

Barbara Alice Mann, Iroquois woman (via socialuprooting)

Way too often when people say that, they are excusing their own lack of ethics. Dude, you are not “life”.

(via flylittlekoala)

I need this on my wall

(via brownstocking)

Damn Warp Shenanigans [starter with fleet-admiral-red]

askaspacemarine:

fleet-admiral-red:

It was well-known that not much could faze the Eden Defense Fleet, the elite guardians of the Galactic Defense Initiative’s capital itself.

Certainly, GDI knew of the Imperium and what they were capable of. Given their infamous xenophobia and appreciable military strength, they were not to be taken lightly.

Having an Imperial force appear right in the heart of GDI space, near vaunted Eden itself? That was certainly enough to have even them on edge.

The audio-only response to Vespus’ message came very shortly, the message having been routed through to one of the few people who’d had experience with the Imperium.

“This is Commanding Fleet Admiral Red. Commander Linneaus, I must say your arrival was certainly…unexpected. You wished to speak with me, I believe?”

“That is correct,” Vespus replied.  “I have heard of your faction thanks to your dealings with the Empire of Hope.    My ship has arrived off-course thanks to a Warp Storm, and I do not believe my arrival here was mere coincidence.  Very few things involving the Warp tend to be such.

“So long as my Battle-Brothers and I are here, I wish to investigate your planet and observe your people for myself.  I know of your faction, but I know little about them due to the Imperium’s lack of contact with you.  Besides, my Battle-Brothers could use a bit of shore leave after all the countless battles we have engaged in.”

A moment of silence on the other end, as Red considered.

Surely the Space Marine and his fellow Astartes would be peaceful, right? They had to know their slim chances if conflict erupted.

Not that he minded them relaxing on Eden itself, that was no issue. But given how many other alien races besides humanity lived in Initiative space, that was bound to grind some gears.

“If it is rest and knowledge you and your Battle-Brothers require, then the Initiative welcomes you with open arms. Are you to visit Eden proper or its Orbital Ring first? Whatever your choice of location may be, I will meet you there. Is that acceptable, Commander?”

caffeinewitchcraft:

sassy-un-classy:

lifeandlovesofemmalinethewriter:

kjsama:

thlayli-rah:

snapdreygon:

andercas:

I feel like when you’re writing, organizing chapters and dialogue is easy

but jfc, the amount of time it takes to constantly keep people moving and make sure they’re in the right spaces and trying to come up with wording for it is always such a shock. 

Like, fuck, I made you pick up a coffee cup, you need to put it down at some point. also I can’t remember what I dressed you in, can you push up your sleeves? I don’t remember if you even have your shirt on.

and YOU. YOU OVER THERE, you got out of your chair earlier, but did you come back yet? Are you coming back? Where did you even go and why’d you get up? Fuck, I can’t make you sit down again already, you just stood up, go…over there. go get more coffee. Did you bring your mug with you? fine. bring the pot to the table and—wait, wasn’t the coffee pot already over here? shit, hold on, I need to go back and re-read and re-write

this is the most relevant thing i have ever read.

I think one of the most wild things as a writer is the sensation that you’re not actually directing your characters– they’re sort of directing themselves, and you’re scrambling around attempting to copy down whatever it was that they just did, but they don’t wait for you to finish copying. They just keep walking and talking and moving around and existing of their own volition and at some point you look up and you’re like “WHOA OKAY EVERYBODY BACK THE FUCK UP WHERE ARE WE”

It’s kind of like trying to write sheet music for an orchestra while it’s playing

#thatwritinglife

@cats-galactic @kyleandthekids

It’s kind of like trying to write sheet music for an orchestra while it’s playing 

Oh my god its in words

“Listen,” my main character says reasonably, “I’m not just gonna sit still while he goes on spouting that nonsense.”

I, the writer, frantically scribble down a rough map and route. “No, obvious now, but I still have to write the part where he yells–”

“I’M BEING IGNORED,” the antagonist yells and begins to flap his arms. “LOOK I AM ALSO DYNAMIC.”

“Whoa there,” the main character says mildly and begins to do squats. They pull out a weapon. “Take a look at this escalation!”

“No!” I cry, “he took your gun, like, five minutes ago–”

“Second gun,” the main character says and cocks it. Pauses. “Was I on a low squat or a high one just now?”

“HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN BLOWING RASPBERRIES?” the antagonist wants to know, still spinning.

“When did you start spinning?” I ask in despair.

There is no escape.