Outpost 5004 pt 2
Chapter II: Conversations
2394 – January 13th
Hunter awoke from his sleep hurriedly. Though none of his staff would begrudge him a little rest, he was still on duty and had to set an example.
"The fleet's ground force report – you wanted it as soon as it was completed."
"Yes, thank you." Hunter surveyed the information on the padd with discontent. The various groups of marines onboard the task force's starships didn't even compare to a single cube's crew compliment in terms of numbers and given the low morale throughout the fleet, he had no doubts about which would be most effective in battle. Though he hadn't spoken of it to his superiors or his own staff, he knew the system would fall to the Borg and it would fall soon. The only question was how many lives would be lost in the evacuation.
Knowing that pouring over the new yet familiar data would serve no purpose, he left his makeshift office and stepped outside of the command headquarters of Task Force Pericles.
Outpost 5004 pt 1
In 2379, Outpost 5004 was little more than a mineral research laboratory on an insignificant planet, and a stopping point for Starfleet crews switching assignments. The system was located along the Federation/Klingon border though held little strategic value even in the days of conflict between the two powers.
The outpost was run by a civilian scientist whose teams worked independently though often collaborated with Starfleet. The outpost's only mark of importance was that the research facility had once contributed to the development of artificially created Dilithium. It was, by any definition of the word, unremarkable.
In 2386 however, the outpost had changed beyond belief. Starfleet armada's entered the planet's system on a regular basis, a mobile yet still extravagantly large repair facility orbited the planet and the small outpost on the surface had expanded to incorporate a large hospital, flight hangers and the command headquarters of the area. The system itself g
Infection and InvasionPeople convicted of capital crimes on Hepra had two options, revealed to them secretly after trial. They could either face the death penalty and be killed by lethal injection, or volunteer for the military's biogenic research and development centre. If they volunteered, they were told, new vaccines for weapons of war would be tested on them, and provided they didn't present a health risk, they would be re-integrated into society on one of the moons after a year. Roughly two-thirds of those convicted volunteered for the laboratories.
What they were not told, is that no one had ever survived a month as a test subject, let alone a year. The biogenic unit could only create a vaccine to weapons if the subject was infected in the first place and given the particularly nasty properties of the viruses used by the enemy, such infection was the equivalent of a five day warrant, with the end effect being the same in effect as their other option, but without the relatively painless death.
Make a planet... but not mine
You will never be as good as me. Or else.
One of the questions I get asked most often by people viewing my artwork is how I manage to encapsulate the meaning of life into a series of images created whilst half drunk and unconscious on a street corner with a pit bull terrier rifling through my half eaten kebab. My answer is simple; I do not.
There is an excellent tutorial for making pictures on the Internet that helped me when I was starting out, but I'm not going to tell you where it is because now that I've learnt how to achieve specific effects, there is no need to spread the knowledge, but the knowledge of the knowledge held by your truly.
The key to making good images, is to make them yourself, and make sure they are good. If you make an image which is bad, it will not be good and if you use someone else's template or tutorial, you are a whore and not worthy of life. You must start from scratch. Do not read the instruction manual for your software, for this is what we call p