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Arrival Of Orders - Episode 1
3D Render by emarukkThe Confederation Navy Ship Vindicator, an Antares class destroyer, was conducting a routine patrol near the interstellar jump point between Expanse and Outer Ring. The Antares class was renowned for its versatility; its hull could be modified from a container carrier to suit military needs. As a Navy destroyer, it boasted substantial firepower with its arsenal of guns and missiles and carried 8 smaller crafts. When equipped with container connectors, its capabilities were significantly enhanced.
Despite firepower, the CNS Vindicator patrolled the empty space without any action being taken. As part of the boring, slow standard protocol, the Officer On Duty, Junior Lieutenant Lali Menon, wore a sleek, skintight Navy void suit, keeping her helmet within reach for any emergency decompression scenario. Her shift had been uneventful until an automated alert signaled an energy burst at the jump coordinates. Lali leaned forward at the helm, her brown eyes carefully examining the telemetry. She tapped her knuckles lightly on the side panel, a quiet ritual she had adopted at Polaris Ascendant: one tap for caution, another for luck. The screen displayed the energy burst's profile, identifying it as a jump signature from a small vessel. Instinctively, Lali initiated a red alert, as protocol required, and the status lights turned red, with alarms echoing throughout the ship. Sudden deviation from routine made her flutter, and her stomach turned. The CNS Vindicator's hull shivered as the steering thrusters engaged. Despite the inertia-dampening system, the subtle shift in direction was noticeable as the ship's nose aligned with the energy spike. All sensors began scanning the surrounding space for any irregularities.
The signal light, labeled Emergency Message System, blazed a fierce, pulsing red, like a heartbeat in the dimly lit control room. At that precise moment, the light went on, and weapons officer Collin Grazhdanin hurried onto the bridge, his cybernetic eye shimmering in a mesmerizing spectrum of blues reminiscent of a deep ocean under a clear sky. With its calm and neutral tone, the ship's computer intoned: "Naval Jumpline Courier, Identity Masked, EMS: Mission parameters, Commander Lieutenant Falkenrath, Deric. Receiving."
"EMS to Captain!" Lali exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise and urgency. "Also confirming Confederation Military transponder from Jumpline Courier, but all information is masked." In the Confederation Navy, concealing a ship's identity from prying eyes was standard but not everyday procedure. Yet, the stark reality of the masked information indicated the gravity of the situation they were about to face.
"Fuckin' nice that was not a jump-capable nuke!" Collin responded, exhaling a sigh of relief as he brushed back his blond hair with a gloved hand. He tossed his helmet onto his station with a casual flick. The unease of patrolling so close to the Interstellar jump point gnawed at him. However, Captain Falkenrath had reassured the crew with the fact that rebels lacked jump-capable nuclear or electromagnetic pulse weapons, except for those carried out through manned suicide missions.
Moments later, Engineering Lieutenant Ignacio Velas rushed onto the bridge, clutching his helmet. Through his wearable display, which projected augmented reality directly into his natural eyes, he glanced at Lali and Collin, acknowledging the pulsing signal. "EMS," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he processed the situation.
Following closely behind Velas, Executive Officer Ryka Volz strode onto the bridge with an air of knowing confidence. Her presence commanded attention, her burning red cybernetic vision sweeping across the room, one eye entirely robotic, the other mimicking the softness of a human gaze. With a graceful, fluid motion, she moved to her station and settled into her seat, her slender figure poised and attentive. She focused on the array of numbers displayed before her. "And now we wait for Captain," she remarked, glancing at Lali, who was poised to activate the ship's internal communication system. Xo had expected to hear the announcement ages ago, but the young woman was about to open communications.
"This is OOD Junior Lieutenant Menon speaking; we have received a message from the Jumpline Courier. Status red will remain until further notice," came the measured announcement, her tone rigid with duty as protocol demanded.
Lali exchanged a fleeting look with Xo before leaning in with an urgent whisper, "Madam, should we maintain our new orientation or shift back to cruise mode?" she inquired. The ship was currently angled with its nose pointed directly at the jump point. Yet, it continued to glide smoothly in its initial trajectory.
Ryka replied with a calm decisiveness, her eyes glowing a faint red under the low bridge light. The gentle pulse of her facial augmentations danced in time with her measured breaths. "Keep it as is," she said while glancing at Lali. "Let's see what news our Captain has for us."
Across the bridge, a silence so thick it seemed almost tangible settled over the crew. The only sounds were the low hum of ship systems and the subtle, rhythmic drone of the energy generators. When the heavy door hissed open, the quiet deepened as if swallowing every whispered thought.
Commander Lieutenant Deric Falkenrath stepped onto the bridge like the final note in a solemn ritual. His posture was stiff and unwavering, his expression unreadable. Every crew member instinctively rose to their feet in response, a silent tribute to his presence.
The Captain's piercing blue eyes swept slowly over the assembled officers, laden with unspoken knowledge and shadowed by a hint of sorrow. He walked deliberately toward the center of the bridge, each step echoing the growing weight of the burden he bore. Finally, standing upright among his officers, his face marked by years of hardship and resolve, he spoke, "The Courier has beamed in a message I never thought I'd receive. In the Inner Ring, the farming station Verdantia was destroyed by the attack."
His words cut through the silence, leaving the bridge suspended in a void of disbelief. For a moment, even the ship seemed to pause in silent acknowledgment. Then, in a voice laden with grave finality, the Captain continued, "Rebel forces have infiltrated and executed a coordinated internal strike. The station is lost with heavy casualties."
In that instant, Collin's jaw tightened in a grim knot, Lali clutched her wrist as if it could anchor her trembling resolve, and somewhere in the silent recesses of the bridge, Ryka allowed a subtle, enigmatic smile to flicker across her face. Velas stood without emotions, cybernetic lenses on his eyes shimmering in shades of blue as the ship's parameters floated in front of him. This moment raises questions and hungryness for information, but far away from sources, they had only what Jumplin courier had given to them.
Lieutenant Falkenrath carried on with unwavering intensity, "Orders are clear: Rebel vessels are scattering across the inner sectors, fleeing one by one instead of in unified groups from the Inner Confederation territory. Many will attempt to pass through our sector under the guise of civilian traffic." He paused, carefully reading the expressions of each officer as if cataloging their fears and determination. "Battlegroup Frost Claw is now transporting refugees to Orvos Station, and once secured, they will continue directly to our coordinates."
The Captain then paused, his tone darkening as the gravity of the situation deepened, "Until further notice, we are to intercept and eliminate any ship that fails to emit an acceptable transponder signal. Every single one." His blue eyes gaze, enhanced by cybernetic lights from his lenses, fixed on his crew with a chilling intensity as he finished, "No survivors, no prisoners."
A spellbound silence fell over everyone. The soft glow of the bridge lights cast crimson halos over faces etched with dread and disbelief. In that charged moment, all sounds were distant, and the scent of bad-quality filtered air highlighted the burden of their situation.
Lali Menon's fingers trembled behind her back, and she wanted to turn to her navigation console to have something to do. Her usually bright, focused brown eyes were wide and troubled as they stared at Captain. She murmured in a whisper, barely above the ambient drone, "Verdantia was in the Inner Circle... It wasn't supposed to be vulnerable. Not there. Not that close to home."
Beside her, Lieutenant Velas, his mouth set in a tight, incredulous line, muttered under his breath, "They hit us deep. Too deep," shaking his head slowly. "This isn't just sabotage; it epitomizes cowardly strategy. Terror strike."
Weapons Officer Grazhdanin's fists clenched imperceptibly behind his back. He said nothing aloud, yet the command "eliminate" reverberated ceaselessly in his mind, a dark mantra against the monotony of routine patrols between the Expanse and the Outer Ring.
Only Ryka Volz remained almost serene as she observed it all. Her faintly glowing eyes, red, ablaze with the red warning lights, resembled twin targeting lenses. Pulsing lights under her skin were dancing. In a voice that was quiet, calm, and almost disturbingly pleased, she stated, "They're running to us. That means we get to chase." She was like a predator, smelling the scent of prey in the air.
The long-range sensors revealed that the Jumpline Courier vessel had already moved. Sleek and diminutive like a razor's edge, it hurtled with a hard burn toward the nearest interstellar jump point, its mission visibly complete. Without any insignia or trace to mark its passage, it was set to vanish into the deep, uncharted reaches of Confederation space as swiftly as it had arrived.
For a long, pensive moment, Falkenrath said nothing, his gaze locked on the disappearing vessel. Then, without even turning his head, he issued his following command in a tone as cold and resolute as stone, "Decompression protocols, get them ready. Helmets, keep them close at hand. We cannot risk any structural compromises if we engage in hostile traffic. Switch to status yellow and prepare to action. Keep the battle station manned. Comrades, take your positions. With heavy minds, we remember fallen on Verdantia and focus on the inhumane job to do."
Like many times before, Captain took his seat with calm expertise; he opened his console and started instructing his team, "Navigation, plot intercept vectors immediately. Weapons, prepare a firing solution to kill; we need the targeting matrix pre-authorized to lock on to civilian profiles flagged by the Confederation filters. No hesitations. Engineering, damage control readiness," he commanded.
In response, Ryka straightened, her posture shifting with the poised readiness of a wolf in the hunt. Grazhdanin offered a slow, measured nod while Velas hesitated for a heartbeat before reaching for his engineering console, his hands feeling heavier than before. Lali paused, didn't take her post at once, and flickered with uncertainty. She stared at Captain, and in a barely audible tone, she asked, "Sir… civilians?"
Falkenrath's response was unyielding, his tone as hard as stone, "Rebels hide behind them. The Confederation made its choice, and so have we." Unspoken to others, Captain didn't want to make a decision. He tried to hide behind the Confederation's back. However, he knew his team would take his commands without seeing the faceless Confederation. They were the crew of naval destroyers; most were battle-hardened and well-trained. Now, after countless years of anticipation, the ugliness of war had finally descended upon them in its most visceral form.
Knowing the stark fact that many civilian ships had malfunctioning transponders, they relied purely on traffic control announcements when they identified. Captain whispered by Himself, a verse altered from Captain Whisper, commonly known and used: "Grant me the clarity to see through lies, the courage to break the chains of silence, and the strength to carry those I cannot save. Let fire guide me, but not consume me. Let shadows cover what light dares not touch. Let it be with my eyes open and my soul unshackled if I fall."
Despite firepower, the CNS Vindicator patrolled the empty space without any action being taken. As part of the boring, slow standard protocol, the Officer On Duty, Junior Lieutenant Lali Menon, wore a sleek, skintight Navy void suit, keeping her helmet within reach for any emergency decompression scenario. Her shift had been uneventful until an automated alert signaled an energy burst at the jump coordinates. Lali leaned forward at the helm, her brown eyes carefully examining the telemetry. She tapped her knuckles lightly on the side panel, a quiet ritual she had adopted at Polaris Ascendant: one tap for caution, another for luck. The screen displayed the energy burst's profile, identifying it as a jump signature from a small vessel. Instinctively, Lali initiated a red alert, as protocol required, and the status lights turned red, with alarms echoing throughout the ship. Sudden deviation from routine made her flutter, and her stomach turned. The CNS Vindicator's hull shivered as the steering thrusters engaged. Despite the inertia-dampening system, the subtle shift in direction was noticeable as the ship's nose aligned with the energy spike. All sensors began scanning the surrounding space for any irregularities.
The signal light, labeled Emergency Message System, blazed a fierce, pulsing red, like a heartbeat in the dimly lit control room. At that precise moment, the light went on, and weapons officer Collin Grazhdanin hurried onto the bridge, his cybernetic eye shimmering in a mesmerizing spectrum of blues reminiscent of a deep ocean under a clear sky. With its calm and neutral tone, the ship's computer intoned: "Naval Jumpline Courier, Identity Masked, EMS: Mission parameters, Commander Lieutenant Falkenrath, Deric. Receiving."
"EMS to Captain!" Lali exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise and urgency. "Also confirming Confederation Military transponder from Jumpline Courier, but all information is masked." In the Confederation Navy, concealing a ship's identity from prying eyes was standard but not everyday procedure. Yet, the stark reality of the masked information indicated the gravity of the situation they were about to face.
"Fuckin' nice that was not a jump-capable nuke!" Collin responded, exhaling a sigh of relief as he brushed back his blond hair with a gloved hand. He tossed his helmet onto his station with a casual flick. The unease of patrolling so close to the Interstellar jump point gnawed at him. However, Captain Falkenrath had reassured the crew with the fact that rebels lacked jump-capable nuclear or electromagnetic pulse weapons, except for those carried out through manned suicide missions.
Moments later, Engineering Lieutenant Ignacio Velas rushed onto the bridge, clutching his helmet. Through his wearable display, which projected augmented reality directly into his natural eyes, he glanced at Lali and Collin, acknowledging the pulsing signal. "EMS," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he processed the situation.
Following closely behind Velas, Executive Officer Ryka Volz strode onto the bridge with an air of knowing confidence. Her presence commanded attention, her burning red cybernetic vision sweeping across the room, one eye entirely robotic, the other mimicking the softness of a human gaze. With a graceful, fluid motion, she moved to her station and settled into her seat, her slender figure poised and attentive. She focused on the array of numbers displayed before her. "And now we wait for Captain," she remarked, glancing at Lali, who was poised to activate the ship's internal communication system. Xo had expected to hear the announcement ages ago, but the young woman was about to open communications.
"This is OOD Junior Lieutenant Menon speaking; we have received a message from the Jumpline Courier. Status red will remain until further notice," came the measured announcement, her tone rigid with duty as protocol demanded.
Lali exchanged a fleeting look with Xo before leaning in with an urgent whisper, "Madam, should we maintain our new orientation or shift back to cruise mode?" she inquired. The ship was currently angled with its nose pointed directly at the jump point. Yet, it continued to glide smoothly in its initial trajectory.
Ryka replied with a calm decisiveness, her eyes glowing a faint red under the low bridge light. The gentle pulse of her facial augmentations danced in time with her measured breaths. "Keep it as is," she said while glancing at Lali. "Let's see what news our Captain has for us."
Across the bridge, a silence so thick it seemed almost tangible settled over the crew. The only sounds were the low hum of ship systems and the subtle, rhythmic drone of the energy generators. When the heavy door hissed open, the quiet deepened as if swallowing every whispered thought.
Commander Lieutenant Deric Falkenrath stepped onto the bridge like the final note in a solemn ritual. His posture was stiff and unwavering, his expression unreadable. Every crew member instinctively rose to their feet in response, a silent tribute to his presence.
The Captain's piercing blue eyes swept slowly over the assembled officers, laden with unspoken knowledge and shadowed by a hint of sorrow. He walked deliberately toward the center of the bridge, each step echoing the growing weight of the burden he bore. Finally, standing upright among his officers, his face marked by years of hardship and resolve, he spoke, "The Courier has beamed in a message I never thought I'd receive. In the Inner Ring, the farming station Verdantia was destroyed by the attack."
His words cut through the silence, leaving the bridge suspended in a void of disbelief. For a moment, even the ship seemed to pause in silent acknowledgment. Then, in a voice laden with grave finality, the Captain continued, "Rebel forces have infiltrated and executed a coordinated internal strike. The station is lost with heavy casualties."
In that instant, Collin's jaw tightened in a grim knot, Lali clutched her wrist as if it could anchor her trembling resolve, and somewhere in the silent recesses of the bridge, Ryka allowed a subtle, enigmatic smile to flicker across her face. Velas stood without emotions, cybernetic lenses on his eyes shimmering in shades of blue as the ship's parameters floated in front of him. This moment raises questions and hungryness for information, but far away from sources, they had only what Jumplin courier had given to them.
Lieutenant Falkenrath carried on with unwavering intensity, "Orders are clear: Rebel vessels are scattering across the inner sectors, fleeing one by one instead of in unified groups from the Inner Confederation territory. Many will attempt to pass through our sector under the guise of civilian traffic." He paused, carefully reading the expressions of each officer as if cataloging their fears and determination. "Battlegroup Frost Claw is now transporting refugees to Orvos Station, and once secured, they will continue directly to our coordinates."
The Captain then paused, his tone darkening as the gravity of the situation deepened, "Until further notice, we are to intercept and eliminate any ship that fails to emit an acceptable transponder signal. Every single one." His blue eyes gaze, enhanced by cybernetic lights from his lenses, fixed on his crew with a chilling intensity as he finished, "No survivors, no prisoners."
A spellbound silence fell over everyone. The soft glow of the bridge lights cast crimson halos over faces etched with dread and disbelief. In that charged moment, all sounds were distant, and the scent of bad-quality filtered air highlighted the burden of their situation.
Lali Menon's fingers trembled behind her back, and she wanted to turn to her navigation console to have something to do. Her usually bright, focused brown eyes were wide and troubled as they stared at Captain. She murmured in a whisper, barely above the ambient drone, "Verdantia was in the Inner Circle... It wasn't supposed to be vulnerable. Not there. Not that close to home."
Beside her, Lieutenant Velas, his mouth set in a tight, incredulous line, muttered under his breath, "They hit us deep. Too deep," shaking his head slowly. "This isn't just sabotage; it epitomizes cowardly strategy. Terror strike."
Weapons Officer Grazhdanin's fists clenched imperceptibly behind his back. He said nothing aloud, yet the command "eliminate" reverberated ceaselessly in his mind, a dark mantra against the monotony of routine patrols between the Expanse and the Outer Ring.
Only Ryka Volz remained almost serene as she observed it all. Her faintly glowing eyes, red, ablaze with the red warning lights, resembled twin targeting lenses. Pulsing lights under her skin were dancing. In a voice that was quiet, calm, and almost disturbingly pleased, she stated, "They're running to us. That means we get to chase." She was like a predator, smelling the scent of prey in the air.
The long-range sensors revealed that the Jumpline Courier vessel had already moved. Sleek and diminutive like a razor's edge, it hurtled with a hard burn toward the nearest interstellar jump point, its mission visibly complete. Without any insignia or trace to mark its passage, it was set to vanish into the deep, uncharted reaches of Confederation space as swiftly as it had arrived.
For a long, pensive moment, Falkenrath said nothing, his gaze locked on the disappearing vessel. Then, without even turning his head, he issued his following command in a tone as cold and resolute as stone, "Decompression protocols, get them ready. Helmets, keep them close at hand. We cannot risk any structural compromises if we engage in hostile traffic. Switch to status yellow and prepare to action. Keep the battle station manned. Comrades, take your positions. With heavy minds, we remember fallen on Verdantia and focus on the inhumane job to do."
Like many times before, Captain took his seat with calm expertise; he opened his console and started instructing his team, "Navigation, plot intercept vectors immediately. Weapons, prepare a firing solution to kill; we need the targeting matrix pre-authorized to lock on to civilian profiles flagged by the Confederation filters. No hesitations. Engineering, damage control readiness," he commanded.
In response, Ryka straightened, her posture shifting with the poised readiness of a wolf in the hunt. Grazhdanin offered a slow, measured nod while Velas hesitated for a heartbeat before reaching for his engineering console, his hands feeling heavier than before. Lali paused, didn't take her post at once, and flickered with uncertainty. She stared at Captain, and in a barely audible tone, she asked, "Sir… civilians?"
Falkenrath's response was unyielding, his tone as hard as stone, "Rebels hide behind them. The Confederation made its choice, and so have we." Unspoken to others, Captain didn't want to make a decision. He tried to hide behind the Confederation's back. However, he knew his team would take his commands without seeing the faceless Confederation. They were the crew of naval destroyers; most were battle-hardened and well-trained. Now, after countless years of anticipation, the ugliness of war had finally descended upon them in its most visceral form.
Knowing the stark fact that many civilian ships had malfunctioning transponders, they relied purely on traffic control announcements when they identified. Captain whispered by Himself, a verse altered from Captain Whisper, commonly known and used: "Grant me the clarity to see through lies, the courage to break the chains of silence, and the strength to carry those I cannot save. Let fire guide me, but not consume me. Let shadows cover what light dares not touch. Let it be with my eyes open and my soul unshackled if I fall."
Yo, okay-first of all, this scene? Straight fire. Like… if Battlestar Galactica, The Expanse, and a bottle of espresso had a baby, this would be it.
You've got tension, mood lighting, and that "we're-so-deep-in-protocol-we-might-drown-in-it military vibe nailed. The characters? All distinct, all vibing in their own way-Ryka is giving cool, calculating space dominatrix, while Collin is basically "hot weapons guy with PTSD and a good haircut."
Speaking of which-help me out here, man.
I dropped DD Collin into the scene, and now I legit cant tell if he was made by me or secretly upgraded in a backroom cyber-lab-'cause what I packed was drip, and this ones giving stealth mode chic. Did you sneak him through the Jump Gate and swap his shaders, or did I just out-Collin myself? (If so, I owe me a drink.)
Also, side note: the pacing in this story was like a slow-burn synth track building to a drop. The moment where Falkenrath hits us with the "no survivors, no prisoners line? Absolute mood shift. Cold-blooded. I needed a blanket and maybe a therapist.
Anyway, 10/10-loving this. Cant wait to see who breaks first when things get messy. But for real… point me to Collin before I send the whole bridge crew to lineup for a head scan.
You've got tension, mood lighting, and that "we're-so-deep-in-protocol-we-might-drown-in-it military vibe nailed. The characters? All distinct, all vibing in their own way-Ryka is giving cool, calculating space dominatrix, while Collin is basically "hot weapons guy with PTSD and a good haircut."
Speaking of which-help me out here, man.
I dropped DD Collin into the scene, and now I legit cant tell if he was made by me or secretly upgraded in a backroom cyber-lab-'cause what I packed was drip, and this ones giving stealth mode chic. Did you sneak him through the Jump Gate and swap his shaders, or did I just out-Collin myself? (If so, I owe me a drink.)
Also, side note: the pacing in this story was like a slow-burn synth track building to a drop. The moment where Falkenrath hits us with the "no survivors, no prisoners line? Absolute mood shift. Cold-blooded. I needed a blanket and maybe a therapist.
Anyway, 10/10-loving this. Cant wait to see who breaks first when things get messy. But for real… point me to Collin before I send the whole bridge crew to lineup for a head scan.
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emarukk
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Sun, Apr 13Thank you! Three things I like. Battlestar Galactica, The Expanse, and espresso. This scene was something people asked me about for a long time. How it looks and feels on the Confederation warship. Do they all believe in Confederation? Are they ready to execute all orders? Are there rebellious captains or crew members? Especially when the Captain and everybody know that poor civilians don't have transponders in condition. Are they going to follow orders? Menon will resist for sure. Ryka will shoot without blinking her robot eyes. How about Collin? Is there spies on board? Moral officer sneaking in corners?
DD Collin survived with extremely minor changes. I needed to make his legs slightly thinner and his hips marginally wider to allow all poses without legs colliding and messing up the smoothening. I added "Tone" to the body and the subdivision level to 2. The right eye was swapped with a robotic one. The textures are from you, but I added some cyberpunk-style lines there.
I was surprised at how different he looked from the promo images, but it is not the first time with the lighting solution I use.
DD Collin survived with extremely minor changes. I needed to make his legs slightly thinner and his hips marginally wider to allow all poses without legs colliding and messing up the smoothening. I added "Tone" to the body and the subdivision level to 2. The right eye was swapped with a robotic one. The textures are from you, but I added some cyberpunk-style lines there.
I was surprised at how different he looked from the promo images, but it is not the first time with the lighting solution I use.
Hey, really appreciate the scene and the shoutout-its awesome seeing Collin in action like that, especially with all the drama building on that Confederation ship.
That said, I wanted to clarify a couple things. About the promo images-you mentioned being surprised at how different he looked, but just to set the record straight, what you see in the promos is exactly how the character looks out of the box. I've attached a straight DAZ screenshot to show that there's no difference or trickery there. It matches up as expected.
Also, I noticed your version of Collin looks pretty different from the original-totally cool if you made changes for the story or style, but at this point, he feels more like a new character than just a lighting variation. So when you say he didn't match the promos, I think a lot of that's coming from the custom edits and your render setup.
About the leg/hip adjustment you mentioned-curious what you ran into there. The figure is fully rigged and tested with a wide range of poses, and I haven't seen issues with smoothing or leg collisions, even with tighter stances. If there's something specific you noticed, happy to look into it.
Anyway, really digging how you're building out this world. Looking forward to seeing where things go next-especially once orders start clashing with morality.
That said, I wanted to clarify a couple things. About the promo images-you mentioned being surprised at how different he looked, but just to set the record straight, what you see in the promos is exactly how the character looks out of the box. I've attached a straight DAZ screenshot to show that there's no difference or trickery there. It matches up as expected.
Also, I noticed your version of Collin looks pretty different from the original-totally cool if you made changes for the story or style, but at this point, he feels more like a new character than just a lighting variation. So when you say he didn't match the promos, I think a lot of that's coming from the custom edits and your render setup.
About the leg/hip adjustment you mentioned-curious what you ran into there. The figure is fully rigged and tested with a wide range of poses, and I haven't seen issues with smoothing or leg collisions, even with tighter stances. If there's something specific you noticed, happy to look into it.
Anyway, really digging how you're building out this world. Looking forward to seeing where things go next-especially once orders start clashing with morality.
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emarukk
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Sun, Apr 13I miswrote a bit about modification, but all I did was to give cowboy legs to him to avoid problems with the suit I used in the scene. That is most likely the problem with a suit and happens with all characters. The rest is as he comes out from the box. Character is exceptionally high-quality work. Usually, I do a lot of edits, but this time, I was surprised and pleased by how little I needed to do anything. Eyebros are from one eyebrow set I have. I wonder if displacement maps for lines did something, but the face looks slightly softer than in the promo image. (or subdivision level change). Anyway, I might collect all your boys because these two I have rendered are amazing. (Let's not forget Anita, another legendary character).
Digital Drapery Co
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Sun, Apr 13Hey again! Thanks a lot for clearing that up—really appreciate you taking the time to explain. That all makes a lot more sense now, and I'm super happy to hear you didn't run into anything serious with the character. Sounds like it was just the usual suit shenanigans—we all know how those tight outfits can start a little rebellion of their own.
Also, it seriously means a lot to hear that Collin didn't need much editing on your end. That's music to a creator's ears! I put a lot of love into these characters, so hearing that he performed almost "out of the box" is like a gold star moment for me.
About the whole posing thing—I've gotta admit, I kinda panicked for a second there! I always aim to make these characters as versatile and ready-to-roll as possible, so when I heard there might've been posing issues, my brain immediately hit "emergency mode." But knowing it was just a leg swap for compatibility puts my heart back where it belongs.
I really love taking care of folks who pick up my models—a happy customer makes for a happy heart... and a happy heart renders better! (Okay, maybe not scientifically, but spiritually? 100% yes.) Like the other day, someone wasn't vibing with Chiara's eyes, so I whipped up six extra eye sets just for them—and boom! Instant satisfaction. Honestly, this stuff is why I love doing what I do.
And man, the fact that you're thinking of collecting all "my boys" (and gave Anita her well-earned shoutout!)—you just made my week. Can't wait to see what adventures you put them through next. Your scenes are full of life and drama—I'm all in for the ride!
Also, it seriously means a lot to hear that Collin didn't need much editing on your end. That's music to a creator's ears! I put a lot of love into these characters, so hearing that he performed almost "out of the box" is like a gold star moment for me.
About the whole posing thing—I've gotta admit, I kinda panicked for a second there! I always aim to make these characters as versatile and ready-to-roll as possible, so when I heard there might've been posing issues, my brain immediately hit "emergency mode." But knowing it was just a leg swap for compatibility puts my heart back where it belongs.
I really love taking care of folks who pick up my models—a happy customer makes for a happy heart... and a happy heart renders better! (Okay, maybe not scientifically, but spiritually? 100% yes.) Like the other day, someone wasn't vibing with Chiara's eyes, so I whipped up six extra eye sets just for them—and boom! Instant satisfaction. Honestly, this stuff is why I love doing what I do.
And man, the fact that you're thinking of collecting all "my boys" (and gave Anita her well-earned shoutout!)—you just made my week. Can't wait to see what adventures you put them through next. Your scenes are full of life and drama—I'm all in for the ride!
emarukk
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Sun, Apr 13I want to drop Collin off at the well-deserved Confederation's all-inclusive holiday for heroes in Naruska station; he deserves that 
... but, only one picture. He might enjoy attention too much.
... but, only one picture. He might enjoy attention too much.emarukk
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Sun, Apr 13Damn this auto correct makes me crazy. I will send him for short holiday
Digital Drapery Co
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Sun, Apr 13Haha! Honestly, I think Confederation's all-inclusive holiday for heroes at Naruska Station might be the only thing Collin hasn't added to his personal résumé of overachievements yet—and now I'm imagining him sunbathing under artificial nebula light, sipping synth-juice, and charming every sentient being in a five-click radius.
But just one picture? You're wise to limit him. Give that boy a spotlight and he'll stage a fashion show with nothing but a hoverboard and his winning grin. Still, if there's ever someone who earned an emote and a luxury break, it's him—suit shenanigans and all.
And secretly? That one picture might become a propaganda poster for the Confederation's recruitment drive.
"Join the cause. Look good doing it."
(Collin-approved, of course.)
I'm just thrilled to see him thriving in your hands. Every character I make is a bit of soul wrapped in polygons—and seeing that soul recognized and celebrated like this? That's the real gold star.
Give Naruska my regards—and let Collin know his creator says, "Enjoy the vacation, but don't flirt too hard with the staff."
But just one picture? You're wise to limit him. Give that boy a spotlight and he'll stage a fashion show with nothing but a hoverboard and his winning grin. Still, if there's ever someone who earned an emote and a luxury break, it's him—suit shenanigans and all.
And secretly? That one picture might become a propaganda poster for the Confederation's recruitment drive.
"Join the cause. Look good doing it."
(Collin-approved, of course.)
I'm just thrilled to see him thriving in your hands. Every character I make is a bit of soul wrapped in polygons—and seeing that soul recognized and celebrated like this? That's the real gold star.
Give Naruska my regards—and let Collin know his creator says, "Enjoy the vacation, but don't flirt too hard with the staff."
Arrival Of Orders - Episode 1
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