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Mass Effect Andromeda - Golden Worlds

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This was an idea I have been obsessed with ever since finishing the game; loving space age travel art as much as I do, I couldn’t help but wonder about the Initiative’s tourism advertising revving up once viability was green across the board and Meridian was secured. Almost all of the formerly busted Golden Worlds, now fully habitable and relatively safe - what would the visual explosion of their marketing look like? So I went ahead and gave it a shot.

Post-ending travel ads for the Golden Worlds of the Heleus Cluster, with a bonus appearance from Aya. I released these in 2 installments, but I decided I wanted to look at them all together. Super proud of these.

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Listen to this track and imagine this…

Imagine Aelin and her court returning to Terrasen, battle-weary but victorious, Erawan and Maeve both destroyed.

Imagine them all entering Orynth on horseback, Aelin in the lead with Rowan and Aedion flanking her on either side while the rest trail behind them.

Imagine that as they ride through the city streets, the citizens turn to see who is approaching and stop dead in their tracks.

Imagine Aelin watching them all as she passes, not knowing whether they fear her for her power or hate her for abandoning them for all those years while she killed and reveled in their enemy’s kingdom.

Imagine her fear and dread turning to awe as one by one the citizens of Orynth form a crowd behind her court, following their horses as they approach the palace.

Imagine Aelin and her court reaching the palace gates. She dismounts her mare and slowly, so slowly, moves to step before the crowd, Rowan and Aedion still at her sides, Lysandra, Elide, Lorcan, Gavriel, and Fenrys behind them.

Imagine that she stands before her people in a city she’s seeing for the first time in ten years. A city no longer ravaged, but rebuilding. There is a pause as Aelin looks out among her people and her people stare back at their long-lost queen. Imagine Aelin holding her breath, waiting for them shout and jeer, condemn her as a traitor, surge for her and beat her until she is nothing but dust under their feet.

And imagine those citizens standing in the front of the crowd nearest to her sinking into low bows. And then the crowd ripples like a wave as they all move to kneel before her.

Imagine voices raising, calling out her name and chanting, “Long live the queen!” Narrok’s vision come true at last.

And imagine that as tears stream down Aelin’s face, Rowan takes his mate’s hand and squeezes gently, and never in her life has she ever been as happy as she is in this moment.

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Celebrating 17 Years of NASA’s ‘Little Earth Satellite That Could’

The satellite was little— the size of a small refrigerator; it was only supposed to last one year and constructed and operated on a shoestring budget — yet it persisted.

After 17 years of operation, more than 1,500 research papers generated and 180,000 images captured, one of NASA’s pathfinder Earth satellites for testing new satellite technologies and concepts comes to an end on March 30, 2017. The Earth Observing-1 (EO-1) satellite will be powered off on that date but will not enter Earth’s atmosphere until 2056. 

“The Earth Observing-1 satellite is like The Little Engine That Could,” said Betsy Middleton, project scientist for the satellite at NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland. 

To celebrate the mission, we’re highlighting some of EO-1’s notable contributions to scientific research, spaceflight advancements and society. 

Scientists Learn More About Earth in Fine Detail

This animation shifts between an image showing flooding that occurred at the Arkansas and Mississippi rivers on January 12, 2016, captured by ALI and the rivers at normal levels on February 14, 2015 taken by the Operational Land Imager on Landsat 8. Credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory  

EO-1 carried the Advanced Land Imager that improved observations of forest cover, crops, coastal waters and small particles in the air known as aerosols. These improvements allowed researchers to identify smaller features on a local scale such as floods and landslides, which were especially useful for disaster support. 

On the night of Sept. 6, 2014, EO-1’s Hyperion observed the ongoing eruption at Holuhraun, Iceland as shown in the above image. Partially covered by clouds, this scene shows the extent of the lava flows that had been erupting.

EO-1’s other key instrument Hyperion provided an even greater level of detail in measuring the chemical constituents of Earth’s surface— akin to going from a black and white television of the 1940s to the high-definition color televisions of today. Hyperion’s level of sophistication doesn’t just show that plants are present, but can actually differentiate between corn, sorghum and many other species and ecosystems. Scientists and forest managers used these data, for instance, to explore remote terrain or to take stock of smoke and other chemical constituents during volcanic eruptions, and how they change through time.  

Crowdsourced Satellite Images of Disasters   

EO-1 was one of the first satellites to capture the scene after the World Trade Center attacks (pictured above) and the flooding in New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina. EO-1 also observed the toxic sludge in western Hungary in October 2010 and a large methane leak in southern California in October 2015. All of these scenes, which EO-1 provided quick, high-quality satellite imagery of the event, were covered in major news outlets. All of these scenes were also captured because of user requests. EO-1 had the capability of being user-driven, meaning the public could submit a request to the team for where they wanted the satellite to gather data along its fixed orbits. 

This image shows toxic sludge (red-orange streak) running west from an aluminum oxide plant in western Hungary after a wall broke allowing the sludge to spill from the factory on October 4, 2010. This image was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land Imager on October 9, 2010. Credit: NASA’s Earth Observatory

 Artificial Intelligence Enables More Efficient Satellite Collaboration

This image of volcanic activity on Antarctica’s Mount Erebus on May 7, 2004 was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land Imager after sensing thermal emissions from the volcano. The satellite gave itself new orders to take another image several hours later. Credit: Earth Observatory

EO-1 was among the first satellites to be programmed with a form of artificial intelligence software, allowing the satellite to make decisions based on the data it collects. For instance, if a scientist commanded EO-1 to take a picture of an erupting volcano, the software could decide to automatically take a follow-up image the next time it passed overhead. The Autonomous Sciencecraft Experiment software was developed by NASA’s Jet Propulsion Laboratory in Pasadena, California, and was uploaded to EO-1 three years after it launched. 

This image of Nassau Bahamas was taken by EO-1’s Advanced Land Imager on Oct 8, 2016, shortly after Hurricane Matthew hit. European, Japanese, Canadian, and Italian Space Agency members of the international coalition Committee on Earth Observation Satellites used their respective satellites to take images over the Caribbean islands and the U.S. Southeast coastline during Hurricane Matthew. Images were used to make flood maps in response to requests from disaster management agencies in Haiti, Dominican Republic, St. Martin, Bahamas, and the U.S. Federal Emergency Management Agency.

The artificial intelligence software also allows a group of satellites and ground sensors to communicate and coordinate with one another with no manual prompting. Called a “sensor web”, if a satellite viewed an interesting scene, it could alert other satellites on the network to collect data during their passes over the same area. Together, they more quickly observe and downlink data from the scene than waiting for human orders. NASA’s SensorWeb software reduces the wait time for data from weeks to days or hours, which is especially helpful for emergency responders. 

Laying the Foundation for ‘Formation Flying’

This animation shows the Rodeo-Chediski fire on July 7, 2002, that were taken one minute apart by Landsat 7 (burned areas in red) and EO-1 (burned areas in purple). This precision formation flying allowed EO-1 to directly compare the data and performance from its land imager and the Landsat 7 ETM+. EO-1’s most important technology goal was to test ALI for future Landsat satellites, which was accomplished on Landsat 8. Credit: NASA’s Goddard Space Flight Center

EO-1 was a pioneer in precision “formation flying” that kept it orbiting Earth exactly one minute behind the Landsat 7 satellite, already in orbit. Before EO-1, no satellite had flown that close to another satellite in the same orbit. EO-1 used formation flying to do a side-by-side comparison of its onboard ALI with Landsat 7’s operational imager to compare the products from the two imagers. Today, many satellites that measure different characteristics of Earth, including the five satellites in NASA’s A Train, are positioned within seconds to minutes of one another to make observations on the surface near-simultaneously.

For more information on EO-1’s major accomplishments, visit: https://www.nasa.gov/feature/goddard/2017/celebrating-17-years-of-nasa-s-little-earth-satellite-that-could

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At least we know something about Sarah J. Maas and ending series after ACOWAR:

She will kill her characters off, but only temporarily.

Hopefully, this means that we don’t have to deal with too many deaths in ToG 7. Besides Maeve. That queen needs to die.

To Whatever End

For maximum angst, listen to this while reading: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAUmjE9qMEc.

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Aelin illuminates the darkness of the mountain pass like a burning star, her fire so bright it is the palest gold. All around them, the battle dies as soldiers from both sides turn away from the searing, blinding light. But some––the ones who know the source of that glittering, golden light––still look on.

Air rushes inward toward Aelin and Erawan, pulling all manner of the dark lord’s evil creatures to them like a great swirling vortex. Shrieks, snarls, and inhuman cries rent the air. A deafening roar shakes the mountains, and the strengthening vortex is a constant tug that threatens to draw everything into it, pulling tighter and tighter and tighter…

And then––nothing.

Silence.

Soldiers turn to find their enemies vanished into thin air.

And there, in the center of the battlefield, the golden-haired young queen lies still as death, a dulled amulet resting in her open, ash-smeared palm.

Someone steps forward from the crowd, silver hair shining in the growing light of dawn. Rowan moves toward Aelin as if pulled by the tugging of an invisible rope. The ancient sword in his hand––Goldryn, her final gift to him––slips from his grasp and falls heavily to the ground as he nears her. He soon follows, dropping to his knees at her side, breathing raggedly.

He slips an arm under her back, his other hand moving to cradle her head. He pulls her to his chest and begins to rock her slowly. He pushes away the thought––buries it deep, deep, deep––of how light she feels in his arms, as if the very essence of her has flown away. He doesn’t allow himself to think about how he cannot feel her breath warm his chest. He doesn’t allow himself to think about the cursed amulet that slipped from her hand when he lifted her into his embrace. He doesn’t allow himself to accept what that amulet represents, what it means his wife, his queen, his mate has done…

“Fireheart,” he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper. He stares down at her and wills himself to believe she is only sleeping, her body exhausted from the use of her magic and simply needing rest to replenish the well.

But the young queen doesn’t stir. Her chest does not rise and fall. Her eyes do not flicker behind their lids. Her lips do not part to murmur his name in response.

The silver-haired princes presses a kiss to her forehead.

“You are not going without me,” he says.

Beneath his skin, his magic thrums, building to a final crescendo. And when it envelopes them both––the fire queen who burned too bright for this world and the Fae prince who loved her––Rowan welcomes the icy embrace.

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I’M SO SORRY! I was listening to sad soundtracks and thinking about Rowaelin and this just sort of happened. I know it’s pretty short and kind of rushed, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it and had to get this scene out of my head. So. There you have it. Now you all can suffer the feels with me.

Andromeda Ask Meme [SPOILERS]

Thirty Questions About Your Decisions

It’s been a month since the game has launched, and anyone who has finished playing has probably been itching to talk about it.  I know I have!  So let’s get into the real nitty gritty of the choices we made.  Drop a few numbers in my ask box, and reblog so your followers can ask you! (Due to the spoilery nature of the questions, 25 are behind a cut)

The Basics:
1. Male or Female Ryder?
2. Feelings on being the Pathfinder?
3. Your Pathfinder’s feelings on SAM?
4. When your comatose sibling asked about the current situation in Andromeda, did Ryder lie or tell the truth about Alec Ryder and Habitat 7? Why?
5. Romantic entanglements, if any, and hopes for a future with your partner?

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IT’S NOT THAT HARD

A Court of Stars And Wind

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Sterling had dropped the male on his bed while Lara had left to call a healer and to drop off the rogues at the Court of Nightmares so, Uncle Azriel could question them.He looked at this male-his mate.Cauldron,he was the most beautiful male Sterling had ever seen.Now he wondered if his father felt this way when he saw his mate,his mother for the first time.

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Nameless Part 7

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After one hour of travelling with Rowan, Aelin has absolutely no idea why she’d ever been obsessed with the prick. He’d managed to make her see red—something that hadn’t happened since her captivity—within ten minutes. She had no idea who this jerk was, but she decided she didn’t like him. At all. Remembering how she’d longed for more moments talking to Rowan, she scowls. Now, she would give anything for the distant Rowan who’d been detached but polite.

Now Aelin trudges forward, too tired to do anything but glower at Rowan. She resentfully notices that he isn’t even winded. Noticing her glare, he looks at her but doesn’t comment on her lack of fitness. He’d already done so—several times—earlier. “We’re almost there,” he says.

Rowan’s version of ‘almost’ appears to different from Aelin’s. They run for another half an hour before Aelin spots anything. They’re out of the forest now, and running through several fields. She squints. “Are we going to that city over there?” she asks. He nods in agreement.

Aelin groans. The city is still ages away. She says as much to Rowan, who merely tells her that it isn’t that far.

“You can shift into fae form,” Rowan says conversationally ten minutes before they reach the city. It isn’t a question.

Aelin is too breathless to reply immediately. “So?” she wheezes a minute later.

“If you shifted you would be able to run much faster. You might even be able to keep running for ten minutes straight. Why not shift?”

She wonders if she can shoot fireballs out of her eyes and set Rowan’s silver hair on fire. “For your information, I can run for more than ten minutes.” Shifting… she’s tried shifting. It never works, and each time she can’t shift fully, panic rises in her throat and threatens to choke her. It’s like her fae form is trapped inside her, and it makes her feel panicky and unsettled.

Rowan raises his eyebrows. “If what you’re doing is considered running, then I suppose that you can run for ten minutes.”

Aelin changes her mind. She wants to shoot fireballs out of her eyes and roast Rowan to death.

“You can’t run away forever.” Rowan’s voice is different, more serious. Aelin looks at him, but he averts his gaze and looks at the city.

“We’re here.”

Aelin looks up, at the city walls. They enter, and despite the obvious disrepair of the city, it still holds an elegant dignity. It would be stunning if not for the broken buildings, the dirt and dust streaking every inch of the place. “It’s beautiful,” she says grudgingly.

Rowan gives her a look. “Interesting way of describing it.”

“Well, what would you describe it as?” she snaps defensively.

“In need of repair.”

Aelin shrugs. “Who says broken things can’t be beautiful?” The words are out of her mouth before she truly thinks about them, and she freezes, because the words could apply to her. Broken things. She was—is—broken, and Aelin can’t bear it. She sees Rowan’s expression change, his mouth open, and she can already see the sympathy, the pity, and she doesn’t want to hear it all again. She wants Rowan to be different, to make her feel better and… not broken.

She doesn’t know why she craves this from Rowan of all people, who’s just thoroughly proved how much of a prick he can be.

But she does.

Meanwhile in the Spring Court

Tamlin: I’m going to cage Feyre because she betrayed me.
Rhys: *sighs* now, I could say “If you touch her I’ll kill you.” But I won’t since she is more than capable of doing that on her own.
Tamlin: but she’s a female. Females can’t fight-
Feyre: *smashes his ass into the ground and drags his remains into a cage.*
Rhys: don’t say I didn’t warn you.