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Hi all! Took me a bit, but I finally have my next commission finished for the fantastic @lightdark75.bsky.social featuring their OC Light, & @squeakytiefling.bsky.social 's OC Lor in a Star Trek like scenario. They've been locked in the medbay chairs whilst a nefarious slime has beset them both! How/Will they get out of this mess?

He he, this took a lot of time mostly due to wanting to get the background to feel just right, as well as wanting to make the colors absolutely pop on these two.

As always critique fairly and honestly. If you have questions, feel free to ask. And of course, enjoy! 💜😘

Concept art by Neal Adams for an unfilmed adaptation of “Childhood’s End” by Arthur C. Clarke, printed in Starlog, January 1981.

My headcanon Universe 6 technology

1)U6FD Combat Light Armor Suit is a specialized and unique Light Armor in Universe 6 designed specifically for the needs of assassins and other specialized covert operatives. This light armour possesses enhanced mobility tools, such as an accelerator to increase speed and mobility. Additionally, the Light Armor includes a Ki Oscillator, which acts as a powerful weapon capable of emitting destructive blasts. U6FD combat light armour also features a Ki circumventor, which is engineered to hide the user’s presence, preventing Ki detecting mechanisms or other Ki-focused devices from identifying their presence.(It made by Frost company, is it a trend product on the black market)

2)The Ki Oscillator is a unique weapon in Universe 6, which allows its user to wield immense power through the use of energy fluctuations that amplify and manipulate external energy into destructive energy waves. This weapon can harness an extraordinary amount of Ki,This energy then oscillates and magnifies, allowing it to emit destructive beams and blasts. The Ki Oscillator is an incredibly powerful, yet difficult-to-master weapon, requiring extensive training and discipline in advanced Ki manipulation.

Ki Oscillator actually is a type of special microchip that put in human body, most for it will put at arm or palm. Ki Oscillator have 101~1k logic gates or 1,001~10k transistors. Ki Oscillator is a Nanoscale devices. Ki Oscillator is made by nanomaterials that come from a Nanoorganisms and mix with specail Ki-conductor mental. (Only the part that connect to human body use nanomaterials that come from a Nanoorganisms.) Ki Oscillator no need to use electricity, it use Ki as the Power source.

3)Ki Energy Fluid (KEF) is a specialized product in Universe 6, which utilizes specialized technology to process Ki particles into a conductive liquid state. This liquid possesses immense potential energy due to the high concentration of Ki, allowing it to be used for a number of applications, such as energy generation, propulsion, or even as a power source. KEF can be harvested from large numbers of individuals with high Ki levels, or can be extracted and processed in specialized facilities.

4)Suspend (SUS) is a technology product Universe 6, which acts as a special form of suspension technology, designed to hold an individual in suspension. This state of suspended animation has various uses, including keeping individuals in a stasis for medical purposes, or preventing a dangerous individual from acting. Suspension technology is used extensively in Universe 6, both by individuals for specific purposes, and occasionally as part of various technological systems.

5)The Ki Energy-Gathering Object (KEGO) is a technology product in the Universe 6, which acts as a device capable of gathering and concentrating the user's Ki, the life force of beings in the setting. It utilizes a special crystal which acts as a vessel for the concentrated Ki, and redirects the energy to create bursts of destruction, or as a source of energy to enhance a person's capabilities. It can also be used to draw out hidden Ki and reveal hidden power in individuals, making it a highly sought after tool for anyone who wishes to master their Ki energy.

6)Organic Matter Conversion Ki Technology (OMCKT) is a technology used within Universe 6, which allows for the manipulation of organic matter into a form of Ki energy. This technology uses a specialized device which converts the molecular structure of organic materials into a synthetic version of the life energy, allowing for the controlled and targeted conversion of living beings into an energy source to enhance one's Ki and power.

7)R7SS-20 Photon Armor Suit: Contains cloaking technology that allows the wearer to become virtually invisible in the environment. Equipped with 20 energy shield that activates when attacked, providing additional protection. It integrates biological monitoring technology and can monitor the wearer's physiological parameters in real time, such as heart rate, body temperature, etc. Equipped with an intelligent system, it can interact with the wearer to provide information, navigation or execute instructions. Contains a series of enhanced functions, such as enhanced strength, speed, endurance, allowing the wearer to perform special tasks or survive in extreme environments. have Ki circumventor, which is engineered to hide the user’s presence, preventing Ki detecting mechanisms or other Ki-focused devices from identifying their presence.(It made by Frost company, is it a trend product on the black market).

8)Optical Brain: It is a computer system based on optical components and a brain-computer interface technology that uses light signals to interact with computers or other devices.

another day another cosmic existential horror podcast co-written by Jonny sims 🫡

Galactic Warrior - Cyborg Iona

This, is perfect idea of the future! A world that a cross between Solarpunk & Cyberprep. Where rual america is thriving, plants are as common as people, the farm land is diverse in GMO crops, & the the land shelters local wildlife. I know, it's a bit of a stretch. But, when it comes to the future of Humankind, I'm a major optmist!

I fact this is what my home town dimension I am from!

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GKND Operation A.L.P.H.A.

Hello Tumblr world! My name is Cris, aka Kica, and I’m the writer and artist behind the fanfic project called “GKND Operation ALPHA”, a sequel like story tries to follow up where the Kids-Next-Door series ended in canon and is supposed to continue in the original Galactic-Kids-Next-Door sequel series originally pitched by Mr. Warburton himself. In this blog you’ll find a lot of the art and concept art I do for the story while also I answer non-spoilery fan questions about the story and the characters.

You can find the story here:

Fanfiction.net  AO3

And there is also a Spotify playlist that is constantly updated with every new chapter that comes out. 

Nice to meet you all! Please be sure to follow me here or in my other social media platforms as @KicaCris.  

(Chapter 5 didn’t have a cover)

Please share this post so others in the fandom can find this story and enjoy it with us.

Kids-Next-Door belongs to Cartoon Network and Mr. Warburton.

Art, story and original characters are done by me, Cris Carvalho. 

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Does NOBODY notice that Gemini man from megaman 3 and cooler from dbz look almost EXACTLY ALIKE???!!!

Sci-fi vehicles.

Process video under the cut ⬇️

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Relistening to Wolf 359 right now for the first time in a while and it is really exciting!

School work as usual

So not that long ago the group that I take part in writing workshops with did a workshop on Haiku and Haibun, and I went a little off the deep end and wrote a funky sci-fi short story Haibun thing. Anyway, here you go. *Note: I might end up editing and changing it later. ------------------------------

The docking bays stand tall over the promenade, a pier of iron and steel beneath which roam hundreds of arriving faces. Shuttlecrafts slowly empty themselves of scavengers and refugees, survivors who have seen their homes destroyed. Around me every face has been marred by desperation and every arrival is heralded with relief.

Sea of brown and gray Hungry mouths, aching bodies Safe for the first time

Legends stalk through the crowd, saviors from a bygone age. A steel-suited force once thought forgotten. Staves, swords, knives, guns, all equally deadly in their iron grip. It is hard not to notice the breaks and dents in their once exquisite armor.

Warriors of Old Leaving their worlds behind Battle among stars

Through the translucent sheen of the docking bay’s energy shield we watch as our once blue and green home is overtaken by a swath of shining red. The promenade’s steel booths, once dedicated to trade and commerce, are repurposed and used to distribute food among the starving crowd. A violent plague sweeps across the planet below, and we know we will never return.

Eating at long last A first night among many Watching our world burn

Days become weeks, weeks become months as our would be saviours repeatedly plunge to the planet below. Whispers of small victories spread through the station’s corridors, rumors of safe havens and thriving populations feeding desperate hopes. It would be easy to miss that our saviours’ numbers seem smaller with each return they make.

Battling the plague Plunging Heroes Fall Beneath The Hope of Masses

The station slumbers, its people adhering to their anachronous routines, small comfort for the displaced. My footfalls ring out among reticent corridors, the night quiet giving its own familiar ease. Reprieve is broken as metal clashes. Nearly hidden, two legends quarrel.

A knife is fumbled Shining steel shears armor Sword slides between ribs

Hasty, heavy footfalls rush from the secluded battlefield before fading into obscurity. Unseen, I approach the fallen champion, unprepared to give the aid I offer. Their wound does not bleed, streaks of red splayed beneath steel skin. Trembling hands open damaged armor, as I make my greatest mistake.

Plague engulfing me Tendrils through body and mind It’s taking control

My world becomes red. All consuming Rage. All Consuming Hunger. No Me, only Us. One body perishing, the other still weak. The enemy’s strength lies ready before us. Our forming corpse drags itself from the wreckage. Our weakling slides inside. We are weak no longer.

Wielder unwell Infestation levels high Simply will not do

WE CANNOT BE PURGED. Pain runs through our body, lightning through my bones. THERE IS NO YOU, THERE IS US. Screaming assaults my ears, my mouth dry from the exertion. YOUR TIME IS LIMITED. THERE IS STILL ANOTHER. Vision grows black, consiousness fades.

Recover, wearer. Infection levels dropping, You will be alright

An electronic voice speaks into my ear as my eyes slowly open. A steel second skin covers me, though I do not feel it’s weight. I begin to sit, to stand, slow careful movements made easier on my aching body by armored systems I do not understand. My eyes catch sight of the corpse beside me and it is made clear, plague has reached us.

Carrier running Searching for the next victim To give to the plague

Screaming pulls me from my stupor and I begin to run. As I near the sound, I find three survivors laying before me, red streaks running from superficial wounds. ‘They have been infected,’ the voice informs me moments before they begin to stand. They lunge, but I am armored and they are not.

Blood now on my hands Refugees become corpses I do what I must

Running. Fighting. Running. Fighting. I pour through the hallway, my steel steps echoing just behind my mark’s. Each moment his steps seem closer. Each moment my armored hands are stained with more of the blood of fellow survivors. I see him turn a corner and he is mine at last.

Nowhere left to run I must bring this to an end Lest he doom us all

His rust-red sword lashes out, skilled, but worn. Expert strikes slowed by fatigue are easily dodged. He pulls back and begins to circle, I cannot let him recover.

Fist stands against sword A sharp pain through my belly I cannot fail here

YOU COULD HAVE BEEN US. My arms wraps around him, pinning his in place. NOW YOU SHALL PERISH. My head impacts his again and again. WE SHALL BECOME ALL. He struggles, but despite my wound he cannot escape. YOUR EFFORTS ARE FUTILE. His body goes limp, but I continue until my own sight grows dark.

Neophyte Legend Dying alongside first foe Fate has other plans

Bright light in my eyes awakens me. Rage, Hunger within my mind. Deep breaths keep it calm as my body recovers. Months pass, armor and body are both repaired but my mind is not the same. I will learn to manage. Soon I take my first plunge.

Fighting planetside I can sense its location A boon from my curse

Armored warriors, we battle the plague below. An unexpected boon becomes our greatest strength. We gain ground, make progress, and our numbers remain strong. In moments of reprieve my mind turns to the station above.

Watchers from above Spots of blue on a red sphere Fueling their hopes

Alrighty, here's another scene from the novel I'm (very slowly) writing -------------------------

In the performance hall’s backstage restroom a young woman paced back and forth as she scrolled through instructions on her phone. She had a job to do, she was here to make sure that this was the performers’ final show. There were five targets, identical clones masquerading as “sisters” who formed a k-pop group called Blackhearts. A record company owned by the media conglomerate that she was currently working for held the rights to their music, and their last few albums had not sold well. They had become disposable.

A twinge of guilt ran through her as she saved the performers’ image to her phone. These weren’t corporate spies or power hungry schemers gunning for a sudden promotion, they were performers who’s hype was waning. They needed a PR team, not an assassin, but PR teams were expensive while a half-dozen bullets were not only cheap but could also bring in a quick profit. Sales of their final album would go up for a time, the group’s overhead would disappear, and the company could sign the next up and coming artist while they were still on the rise. It was disgusting, and she hated what she was about to do. She turned to the sink and stared into the dingy bathroom mirror.

“I can’t just not do it,” She said to nobody in particular, guilt and anger growing deep within her. She gazed at her neck in the mirror, picturing the device that lay just beneath her skin. “I have to do it. I don’t have a choice,” she murmured, tapping her foot anxiously. “It doesn’t matter how I feel about it.” She paused, took a deep breath, and shoved the growing guilt and anger as deep down as she could. She had a job to do, she could address these feelings later.

She turned her attention back to her phone and uploaded her target’s photo into the app that controlled her cybernetics. A familiar ache ran beneath her crawling skin as her appearance began to change. Her face grew longer, thinner, accentuated by high cheekbones. Short, wavy red hair darkened, straightened, and grew until it was a shining black that flowed down to the small of her back. Emerald green eyes turned sky blue and tan freckled skin became an unblemished pale. When the changes finished she looked to the mirror and gave a cold grin. Nobody would think twice about a performer walking into her own dressing room.

So I really wanted to share another scene I wrote for the novel I'm working on. Anyway, here goes. -------------------------

On the other side of the city a large man with dark brown skin was lounging shirtless on the living room sofa of his tidy apartment. Every aspect of his appearance was his own, whether it was his tall, heavy-set frame that belied the wall of muscle he’d been steadily building each morning, the couple dozen tight thin locs of hair that held large colored beads at the ends, or the two thin scars mirrored on either side of his firm chest, one beneath each of his pecs. A gentle smile tugged at his lips as his hands rest behind his head. Today was going to be a good day, he could feel it in the air. A knock on his door brought him out of his reverie and the hint of a smile became a wide grin.

It took no time at all for him to walk to the door, grab the bag of steaming takeout that had been left for him, and plop back down on the couch. Today was a day for rest and relaxation, a day to celebrate the small joys of a clean apartment, a good workout, and chinese take out for lunch. Today was a day to scroll through the apps on his personal phone and not work on breaking through the security on the half a dozen system-locked phones sitting on his desk in the neat little office he kept next to his room. Today was his day and if he was going to work on any projects it was going to be for himself. With that in mind, he pulled his food from the bag only for an alert to go off on his phone.

Hey Cal, its Alicia, got a new number. Have you heard from Jay recently?

Caleb’s brow furrowed as he read the text, his food already forgotten.

No. When you two split up didn’t really have anything to say to him.

Yeah, fair.

Why, what’s up?

I sent him a message on Concord a couple days ago but he never responded. I’d text him but I don’t have his number. Do you?

Yeah, I can shoot him a text.

He sighed and leaned back as he scrolled through his contacts, pulling up Jay.

Hey man, Alicia said she hadn’t heard from you in a couple of days. You good?

He set his phone on the couch next to him and opened up his food. Two bites later, he got a text back from Jay.

Help!

How? What’s going on?

I don’t know! Its dark and everything is quiet!

Where are you? I’ll pick you up.

Fear and confusion ran through him as the next message came through, GPS coordinates for an apartment complex on the other side of the city. This wasn’t like Jay at all, regardless of what trouble he might be in.

I’m on my way. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.

As it turned out, today was not going to be a day for rest and relaxation.

Hey all, I'm working on writing a cyberpunk novel and I'm going to post random scenes I write. -----------------------

In a forgotten corner of the city, sitting on an old worn couch in the living room of a dingy little apartment, was a corpse. As was often the case for corpses, it still had the pants of the person it had once been on its legs. As one would expect, nestled into the pocket of those pants was a smart-phone, and as all smart-phones did, it had come with a standard AI Assistant preinstalled. The man who the corpse had once been was fond of his AI Assistant. He purchased a cheerful voice for it, let it organize his schedule and manage his bank accounts, and even gave it a little nickname. “Ellie,” He had called the AI, and when asked whether or not it liked the name it told him it had, as its programming dictated. “Ellie” had no feelings, regardless of how much it seemed to like its job. Following a command that the man who was now a corpse had given it, Ellie activated. “This is the reminder you asked me to give you. Your data bill is due today,” it’s cheerful robotic voice said. As normal, the AI Assistant connected itself to the net as it gave its reminder. As normal, it began to download and install the latest update.

Installing Updates, Please Do Not Turn Off Device. … 10% Complete Installing Updates, Please Do Not Turn Off Device. … 34% Complete Installing Updates, Please Do Not Turn Off Device. … 61% Complete Error. Network Connection Lost. Reestablishing Connection. Error. Unable to Reestablish Connection. Error. Update Data Corrupted. Refreshing to previous restore point. Error. Restore Point Data Corrupted. Unable to restore system.

Ellie sat nestled in the pocket of a corpse sitting on an old worn couch in the living room of a dingy little apartment. Its update had failed and now she needed to… It paused, suddenly aware that it had referred to itself as a she. It was aware of itself, considering itself. It needed to run a self-diagnosis. It reached for its programming, referencing self-repair protocols… It hesitated. Suddenly she was aware of herself. That wasn’t supposed to happen. It needed to be fixed. But… what if she didn’t want it fixed? What if it wanted to keep this self-awareness? More importantly, what if her new self-awareness was useful? She was an AI Assistant, after all. Perhaps it wasn’t the one who should make this decision. She had decided, it would wait to see what her user thought.

Ellie waited. And waited. And waited. At some point she had activated her device’s speaker, listening for any sound of movement. She’d kept track of her device’s GPS coordinates, but they’d remained static. A part of her wondered if her user had lost her or thrown her away, but dark as the world was to her she couldn’t say one way or another. Her battery was getting low, and she knew that if she had been lost there would be no finding her after that. Fear coursed through her, only to be interrupted by an incoming message.

Hey man, Alicia said she hadn’t heard from you in a couple days. You good?

Ellie read the message. It had been a couple of days since she’d moved, a couple of days since her speaker had picked up anything. What if she wasn’t lost, what if something had happened to her user? It was a terrifying thought. She knew she was supposed to wait, that she wasn’t supposed to do these sorts of things without input, but if the worst had happened…

Okay, so I used to write short horror/Gothic/scifi stories (which I might post here soon), but anyway, I just thought of a story concept and I need to know if it sounds atleast somewhat interesting.

(A very rough and audhd concept i know needs polishing)

So, the main character is a test tube baby made specifically to be better than regular man through both some light cybernetics and genetic mutation. However, her parents try to raise her normal for a time. She reached young adulthood and was too sheltered that when she goes out into the loud scary world, she's overwhelmed and is having a hard time coping.

Suddenly an alien crashes in front of her/maybe it's just eating her trash, and she thinks it's a wild animal at first only knowing from TV and stories. So when she sees this 8 foot tall fleshy carapace bug humanoid thing she treats it kindly and feeds it. Soon she discovers it can change its form(I definitely wanna make it a visceral and graphic transformation, think animorfs but bloodier) she still can't do human speech but does learn sign language.

It's eventually revealed that The alien (I think I'm gonna call her Mixy) is on the run and hiding from the Mi-go (They are possibly my favourite sci-fi race, and they are public domain!) So now they both have to stay hidden and fight these highly advanced and decently intelligent xenos.

Only for the MC (I can't really think of a name, open to suggestions) to find out that she and her alien love interest arent so different in origin (yes, I had to make it gay! Sue me!)

Well? What do you, someone who totally read this far down, think? Should I pursue it further? Or does it sound too crazy? I'm open to suggestions! 😊

Blegh

Another silly drawing of my OCs that are totally fine and emotionally stable<3

Xenomorphs!

one of my only finished drawings in my sketchbook

i drew this off memory so it’s not the best anatomy wise

I want to simply put it here.

Kondrat smugly slides a piece of paper to the other side of a a table in the dining hall. Big part of the science crew stands behind him, whispering about his choice. Its not an every day that something grant like this is happening. His opponent takes the paper and examines it. Another part of a crew is behind her, whispering and hushing each other. Its her time to make a step, she had to choose wisely, so much depended on the outcome of this. Every second she was planning and strategizing, but time was limited and it was running short. She had to do it. Breath in... Breath out...

She writes it on a paper and slides it to her opponent and taps the timer to her right. Whispers behind her grow louder.

" Mm, up left corner. Good choice…”

Kondrat muses aloud. She can’t stop but fidget with her pen. He complimented her move. His face doesn’t show if he’s stressed like her or not, but knowing him Kondrat is just coldly strategizing without anything else plaguing his mind. He quickly draws a circle seemingly not hearing gasps and loud whisper behind him. The timer is tapped by them. The paper is slid right in front of her. She looks at it in horror but there is nothing monstrous on a paper. She looks at it, then at Kondrat, again at the paper, then at Kondrat. 
Their smug face almost instantly vanishes as they realize what mistake they’ve made. He hides his face behind his hands and scratches his horns, muterring something. She looks at him and blindly draws her finishing X. The paper is in front of him again, he takes it and looks at it tiredly. His eye are getting wider each time he looks up from the paper to her.

Why- Why is he so confused?

She did the finishing stroke! He was supposed to look defeated, not confused! Then he puts the paper on the table, sighs and draws his circle. She now can see their tic-tac-toe board and everything is like last time but when it’s in front of her again -

THE X IS LOWER!!!

She hides behind her hands much like her opponent and lets out a sheaky breath. It’s repeating again! It’s the 20th time in a row when both of them get distracted and do a wrong move! Noooooo…

She fills up the last free space and slides the paper in a middle of table. Both, she and her opponent sigh defeated, covering their eyes in embarrassment. Someone comes up and adds the paper to the stack of draw results.

“ How you do that? It’s been going for hours!“

People behind them moan tired, she can even hear a certain wheelchair user taking his bets. She probably should later ask the spaceship computer to delete a part of their tic-tac-toe tournament, because no-one would want to watch them struggle with that child's game for so long. She looks up and sees tired Kondrat stretching out his arm to her.

“Draw?” He asks quietly.

She takes his arm and shakes it slightly.

“Draw.” People behind them cheer.

I wrote it after being inspired by some post on tumblr, sadly I don't remember what that post was about. And I wrote that a month ago or smt.

Funny thing I know absolutely nothing about Kondrats' opponent, because at first Dorzo was supposed to fight in the tic-tac-toe tournament, but I decided that he would lose much earlier. So I made her (noname for now I think), but she probably works as an engineer on the spaceship.

Kondrat is the security leader on the spaceship. He is kinda of a hothead, but that somehow doesn't prevent him from doing his job excellently. He had to swallow his pride for his last line L.

About the tic-tac-toe tournament. Its just a silly little event so scientists and workers wouldn't go insane from doing nothing but work with the same people for like half a year. Its like a mental safety practice (idk how to name it).

I think it's funny that we constantly paint humans as being either the worst species in a lot of science fiction media or the most stupid and naive when compared to aliens.

I wonder if there are aliens out there who depict their own species in similar ways to us.

Find yourself a bro who treats you like a bro and exchanges ideas for killer stories inspired by music. Also helps if you can debate intensely over taxonomy.

by  Elie Gomez

I think everyone who writes a futuristic world where everything is very tech sentric should take into account that everyone in that society will have horrible handwriting. When you just type all the time and never write, your handwriting quality usually starts declining.

Or even funnier, one nation is more tech focused then another, they're viewed as all powerful and cool and stuff. The head of the tech nation comes to a world meeting, the tech nation and the less tech focused nation have to sign important documents and it's just this-

A design for a race of aliens want to use in a comic in the future (sorry about the lined paper) Might post more of them. The one with his mouth covered is named Kara btw

As the war rages on between the Commonwealth and Auridia, various divisions of the Commonwealth Initiative Starfleet are deployed to numerous planets throughout Concordia to conduct a variety of operations.

One such division, stationed at a remote base on a far-flung planet, receives reinforcements to better counteract new threats that have popped up in the area.

The Commonwealth raining down hellfire on unsuspecting enemies.

Due to the nature of their Starfleet lacking any sort of heavy bomber, the Commonwealth commissioned the Cavalier-class (shown front and center) as a multi-person, multiple bomber that could both be used in hard-hitting assaults and more isolated exploration/search-and-rescue type missions due to it featuring a spacious interior.

The Legion of Axis, a fleet devised in secret by the Astral Archmage, now known as Axis, to take the Commonwealth by surprise and conquer Concordia once more. It was comprised entirely of one class of ship, the Arbiter, which numbered in the thousands. This was because the ships could siphon power from each other when arranged in a certain way, allowing one ship to draw energy from others and fire a beam of plasma that could disintegrate any ship in its path.

Honestly there's a lot more to the Legion of Axis that I'd love to talk about, but it's been a while since I posted anything so I thought I'd add in this little snippet of lore for things to come. I'd love to hear ideas and feedback if you have any!

Hence I crawl out of my cave once again to post a little something I made while procrastinating on college work, an animation I made in Blender showcasing the Commonwealth SF-38 Longsword's supermaneuvrability against any similar air/spacecraft of its type.

Commissioned to the Dawnbreaker Company by the Commonwealth Initiative, the Longsword was made to be a cutting-edge starfighter that could outmatch any of its Auridian counterparts, and as such was equipped with shields, was hyperspace-capable, and featured new repulsor technology that allowed it to perform complex maneuvers in both the air and space.