First Contact battle

I just love all the ship classes here.  Not only do you get the tasty new designs of Sovereign, Akira, Steamrunner, Saber, and Norway, but you also get some continuity from the Defiant, Miranda, and Nebula classes also there. DS9 really over-used the Excelsior, so it is kind of nice not to see it here.

I tell you, seeing this scene for the first time in theaters was more nerd-gasming than the reveal of Darth Maul’s double-bladed lightsaber.



a'ight so I’m gonna post this 3 page snippet I’ve got written. I haven’t really gone over it meticulously so I hope there aren’t any glaring errors

the basics of the story are as follows:

it begins on the floating, steampunk city of Saterra. a bunch of Elves live here, although they’ve been there so long they no longer remember their heritage, and they just call themselves Saterrans. they worship a god called Arc. the city is like a huge mechanical airship. the technology level isn’t super advanced - they only have basic radio and cameras, no televisions or games, no computers - but they of course have some technology stronger than ours, enough to allow their city to stay afloat

however, the flight comes at a price. the government claims that they get all of their power from solar panels, wind harvesters, and the like. but, beneath the city itself is another undercity of sorts, a slum that is home to life-sentence criminals, political dissidents, disabled people, and pretty much anyone else the government deems undesirable. these people live in poverty and work gruelling shifts doing the physical labour required to power Saterra and keep it afloat. nobody knows about this, and anybody who finds out is promptly added to the ranks of people trapped beneath the city, effectively becoming another nobody.

one day, our hero, an impoverished, petty thief and parkour enthusiast named Mella Steamrunner (Saterrans have funky names), finds out about this, and makes it her goal to rescue the slaves by inciting a rebellion. she gets the evidence she needs, but she is discovered by the city’s military and they give chase. she ends up fleeing through the maze of catwalks and rusty platforms near the bottom edge of the city, which is where this little snippet begins.

you don’t have to read it, of course, but if you do, please tell me what you think!! as I mentioned in the tag of my last post I doubt I’ll ever finish a whole story about this but I think it’s a cool idea and it’s nice to write something that isn’t Homestuck every now and then.

the story segment itself is after the cut:

Keep reading

Steamrunner 3 preview.

I literally just wrote this up so it is unedited but I am very excited to be working on it after such a long time, doubt there’s anyone who’s actually been keeping up with the story but if you are interested in reading
Steamrunner 1

Steamrunner 2: Attack of the Moon Mutants


A six by nine cell, with rusted bars and a metal “bed”, A tall slender woman with orange skin and cropped red hair sleeps with her legs curled, too long to properly stretch out in the small cell. Footsteps can be heard walking down the corridor, the distinct sound of rubber boots on smooth concrete.

“Miss Fitzgerald” a grunt voice muffled by a helmet visor.

The young woman stirs, stands and stretches her limbs. The cracking of her joints and back echoes down the corridor. She is thin, in an unhealthy manner. The lock clicks and the heavy gate thunders and finally clangs.

“please step outside Miss Fitzgerald”

“Hmph courtesies? From an imperial grunt?” she says stepping out of the cell stooping her head throught the doorway.  

“hands behind your back”

Following orders she places her hands behind her back. The guards cuff her wrists. And they walk down the corridor, she is placed in a holding room, bare except for two chairs facing each other separated by a table, her cuffs are removed and she is seated at the chair on the far side of the room.  

Jade waits in the room for about ten minutes before the door opens and a man enters. The man is short compared to her, but tall by earth standards. Black hair, neatly combed back and piercing blue eyes, travel worn clothes. He sits in the chair facing her.

“Jade, I hope you don’t mind if I use that name, I’m not one for formalities, I prefer to get straight to the point” he says, as if rehearsed in an unnervingly monotone and mechanical voice. “My employers who I believe you have already met at least one of them are interested in something you have, and it is my job to find out how you got it.”

“What I never stole anything from the imperials”

“ahhh people, no you see it’s not a matter of property, nothing physical, no the information, how did you come upon it?”

“Fuck off you imperial shitheads already got a friend of mine killed,” she blurts belligerently.

“I don’t have a name Jade. But my employers, all of whom have been quite satisfied have taken to calling me the gatherer, it’s what I do I gather information for them. I have been trained, mentally to go through whatever lengths and methods needed to obtain information from subjects who are less than willing to hand it over.”

“So you’re a sick and twisted person who does the dirty work of people who aren’t willing to get their hands dirty?”

“Only half true, Jade. The second part of that statement is highly accurate, the first part, well that’s where you’re wrong. I am not a person. I am a new technology, for lack of a better term, a robot, a cyborg, an android, there are many convoluted terms that graze upon what I am. I feel that the best way to describe it is, I am something that can get things done, without the limitations of morals, I can pass as a regular human so I can move about society without drawing attention. Risk does not come into my decision making; neither does compassion, or hesitation. I am a prisoner’s worst nightmare. ”