Toothless
10-29-2002, 02:13 AM
The sketches are for a mod I'm building.
The mod itself is a MadMax/Waterworld/Dune spin off with a few twists to make it distinct, I will post the storyline here so you get an idea of what it;s about (PS a Stover = hover horse)
I will attach someone else's sketch at the end of this post I haven't been able to contact him but the Sketch basically outlines somewhat of some of the characters i need.
Storyline
The year is 2999. Mexico, Canada, and the United States are now one country, United America. On the brink of a new millenium and at the end of a terrifying world war, major cities were destroyed. Only the wild west remained. With the country in disarray, there is civil unrest throughout the western civilization. What were once ghost towns, cowboys now inhabit. But... technology has caught up. With new weapons and vehicles, bands of cowboys are terrifying these small towns. Only 'The Marshalls' can bring Justice to these bandits. Using a vast array of weapons, these marshalls are set to go to war against the new evil forming throughout the west.
Kami knew she shouldnt have the sandcows so far from the compound but they needed fresh diamond sand. The waturn they were producing was not worth selling to the few peaceful Variants that came begging. Her father warned that crossing Dead River Creek was too dangerous and that the herd would just have to make due until the next sandstorm. She felt she was okay. She had left early in the morning, so the dust cloud was small as possible and she stayed in the valleys and bottoms of the dunes.
She look off towards the compound, making sure that the church bell tower was still in view. She gazed off to the west and saw the dust devils, hundreds of feet high, dancing on the top the plateaus. Spinning like wild banshees towards the edge of the flat topped mountains only to spin into gently falling sand storms to the valley bottom. Sweet virgin diamond sand. Too bad its a three day trip with the sandcows and the Varients more or less control that part of the valley.
Just thinking about all that pristine diamond sand was making her thirsty. She reined her stover around and pulled up at the first sandcow. She dropped the reins and dismounted, grabbing her rifle. One benefit of herding was the chance to drink pure waturn and not the thinned out samples the kind folk back at the compound handed out. So she stroked the one horn on Missies head, then raised its tail and began stimulating the sandcows flanks. In no time the cow filled up the bladder attached to its hind quarters.
Proof that this new diamond sand was a good idea was in the sweet smell and texture of the waturn expelled by the cow. She looked over at her stover and then back at the partially filled bladder and wondered how it was that the elders could build machines that defied gravity, but couldnt synth a liquid to replace the expelled urn of sandcows.
Her mental wanderings were cut short as she noticed the plums of dust coming over the ridge to the east. " Shit," she thought..." How'd they get behind me? " . She brought her rifle up and scoped the ridgeline. It wasnt much dust, so their couldnt be many of them...so she spoke to her rifle.." single shot, exploding tip on my command " ...and waited for the bastards to come up over the ridge..." HOLD!!" she yelled to her rifle. She zoomed in on the intruder and saw that it was her dad, the sheriff of New Tombstone. " Would have been better if it were Variants " she lemented.
Nothing needed to be said. She mounted her stover and with the help of her father turned the herd back towards the compound of New Tombstone. Kami's father didnt say two words on the trek back to the main gates, which means that she'll get her whoopin once she gets back home. Lucky for her that it was her father and not the elders that found her beyond the creek. If they had found her, a public correction would be in order and not even the sheriff could stop that. She'd already had her share of those.
Just as the herd passed thru and the deputies were closing the main gates, a shockbolt hit the sheriff in the hand and blew his arm off. Kami wheeled her stover to see a dozen Variants rushing the gate. Three of them were carrying shockbows and the rest had pounders. Kami's rage got the better of her senses and she turned sidesaddle and brought her rifle around...and just before she got off her shots the deputies slammed the gates closed. Regaining her senses, she dismounted and helped the deputies carry off her father to the replicator and the nurses.
Feeling confident that the sheriff was in good hands she dashed off towards the church bell tower. Pounders were going off all around her and the concussions drove her to her knees several times. Once she got up in the tower and looked at the main gates she saw that there were indeed about twelve Variants at the gates..a small party for such an attack...so she raised her rifle and spoke.." five round bursts, exploding tips on my commmand " ... then she whispered " fire ". The multitargeting and variable barrelled rifle sand its song and three of the five targets were dead. " Fire " Kami said once more and two more were dropped. Kami scanned the area and saw a cheif with a ShockBow on the crest of the dune just behind all the mayhem. And he saw her. She scoped the leader as he raised his bow and this time switched to manual and squeezed off one round.
The leaders bow was never used again. Kami's shot hit the bow and set off the shockbolts. The only thing left of the chief was his broken and bloodied stover half buried in the sand. That was all it took to stop this ill fated attack on New Tombstone. What a foolish thing to do, Kami thought.
Kami went back to the hospital to check on her dad and saw that the replication was going along great. In a couple of days her fathers arm would be better than new. The nurses attended to his every need during the process. Kami was glad that her now deceased mother wasnt around to see such a thing. She had no idea why it was necessary for the nurses to be so scantily clad, but it has always been so.
She met the deputies at the main gate and they showed her the pounders that the variants had dropped as they fed back towards the plains. These pounders were slightly modified to port a bigger shell. Thats curious since the variants didnt usually mess with such things. It could be that the Civi Traders were back in the area. Which meant that a bigger attack would have to be planned for.
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The only thing I can offer in trade is to help you expand your portfolio some. But I really need these sketches to advance to the next step for models.
Thx for your time & if i wasn't supposed to post a request here please accept my apology and direct me to a place where I can repost this.
You can email me hawk@clanice.org or MSN me at dvdjjones@hotmail.com or ICQ me @ 122671896.
The mod itself is a MadMax/Waterworld/Dune spin off with a few twists to make it distinct, I will post the storyline here so you get an idea of what it;s about (PS a Stover = hover horse)
I will attach someone else's sketch at the end of this post I haven't been able to contact him but the Sketch basically outlines somewhat of some of the characters i need.
Storyline
The year is 2999. Mexico, Canada, and the United States are now one country, United America. On the brink of a new millenium and at the end of a terrifying world war, major cities were destroyed. Only the wild west remained. With the country in disarray, there is civil unrest throughout the western civilization. What were once ghost towns, cowboys now inhabit. But... technology has caught up. With new weapons and vehicles, bands of cowboys are terrifying these small towns. Only 'The Marshalls' can bring Justice to these bandits. Using a vast array of weapons, these marshalls are set to go to war against the new evil forming throughout the west.
Kami knew she shouldnt have the sandcows so far from the compound but they needed fresh diamond sand. The waturn they were producing was not worth selling to the few peaceful Variants that came begging. Her father warned that crossing Dead River Creek was too dangerous and that the herd would just have to make due until the next sandstorm. She felt she was okay. She had left early in the morning, so the dust cloud was small as possible and she stayed in the valleys and bottoms of the dunes.
She look off towards the compound, making sure that the church bell tower was still in view. She gazed off to the west and saw the dust devils, hundreds of feet high, dancing on the top the plateaus. Spinning like wild banshees towards the edge of the flat topped mountains only to spin into gently falling sand storms to the valley bottom. Sweet virgin diamond sand. Too bad its a three day trip with the sandcows and the Varients more or less control that part of the valley.
Just thinking about all that pristine diamond sand was making her thirsty. She reined her stover around and pulled up at the first sandcow. She dropped the reins and dismounted, grabbing her rifle. One benefit of herding was the chance to drink pure waturn and not the thinned out samples the kind folk back at the compound handed out. So she stroked the one horn on Missies head, then raised its tail and began stimulating the sandcows flanks. In no time the cow filled up the bladder attached to its hind quarters.
Proof that this new diamond sand was a good idea was in the sweet smell and texture of the waturn expelled by the cow. She looked over at her stover and then back at the partially filled bladder and wondered how it was that the elders could build machines that defied gravity, but couldnt synth a liquid to replace the expelled urn of sandcows.
Her mental wanderings were cut short as she noticed the plums of dust coming over the ridge to the east. " Shit," she thought..." How'd they get behind me? " . She brought her rifle up and scoped the ridgeline. It wasnt much dust, so their couldnt be many of them...so she spoke to her rifle.." single shot, exploding tip on my command " ...and waited for the bastards to come up over the ridge..." HOLD!!" she yelled to her rifle. She zoomed in on the intruder and saw that it was her dad, the sheriff of New Tombstone. " Would have been better if it were Variants " she lemented.
Nothing needed to be said. She mounted her stover and with the help of her father turned the herd back towards the compound of New Tombstone. Kami's father didnt say two words on the trek back to the main gates, which means that she'll get her whoopin once she gets back home. Lucky for her that it was her father and not the elders that found her beyond the creek. If they had found her, a public correction would be in order and not even the sheriff could stop that. She'd already had her share of those.
Just as the herd passed thru and the deputies were closing the main gates, a shockbolt hit the sheriff in the hand and blew his arm off. Kami wheeled her stover to see a dozen Variants rushing the gate. Three of them were carrying shockbows and the rest had pounders. Kami's rage got the better of her senses and she turned sidesaddle and brought her rifle around...and just before she got off her shots the deputies slammed the gates closed. Regaining her senses, she dismounted and helped the deputies carry off her father to the replicator and the nurses.
Feeling confident that the sheriff was in good hands she dashed off towards the church bell tower. Pounders were going off all around her and the concussions drove her to her knees several times. Once she got up in the tower and looked at the main gates she saw that there were indeed about twelve Variants at the gates..a small party for such an attack...so she raised her rifle and spoke.." five round bursts, exploding tips on my commmand " ... then she whispered " fire ". The multitargeting and variable barrelled rifle sand its song and three of the five targets were dead. " Fire " Kami said once more and two more were dropped. Kami scanned the area and saw a cheif with a ShockBow on the crest of the dune just behind all the mayhem. And he saw her. She scoped the leader as he raised his bow and this time switched to manual and squeezed off one round.
The leaders bow was never used again. Kami's shot hit the bow and set off the shockbolts. The only thing left of the chief was his broken and bloodied stover half buried in the sand. That was all it took to stop this ill fated attack on New Tombstone. What a foolish thing to do, Kami thought.
Kami went back to the hospital to check on her dad and saw that the replication was going along great. In a couple of days her fathers arm would be better than new. The nurses attended to his every need during the process. Kami was glad that her now deceased mother wasnt around to see such a thing. She had no idea why it was necessary for the nurses to be so scantily clad, but it has always been so.
She met the deputies at the main gate and they showed her the pounders that the variants had dropped as they fed back towards the plains. These pounders were slightly modified to port a bigger shell. Thats curious since the variants didnt usually mess with such things. It could be that the Civi Traders were back in the area. Which meant that a bigger attack would have to be planned for.
__________________________________________________
_____
The only thing I can offer in trade is to help you expand your portfolio some. But I really need these sketches to advance to the next step for models.
Thx for your time & if i wasn't supposed to post a request here please accept my apology and direct me to a place where I can repost this.
You can email me hawk@clanice.org or MSN me at dvdjjones@hotmail.com or ICQ me @ 122671896.