Astos The Sunset Resort

"When the seasons came around, you saw the offspring romp around in the last bits of sunlight, the politicians getting busy signing up for their campaigns and other diplomatic duties, the Kanis Dragonkins became more and more frisky with winter approaching as they try and sort some temporary armistice for the upcoming mating season, even the Arinos would clean their water filters for the season. There's also a rumor that spreads like wildfire around this time too, I don't know who started it, but a lot of us believe it was some bored Astonian wanting to just stir up trouble.

But some of us found out the truth....

'The Sunset Resort, Everlasting Happiness' is the name of an Astonian facility responsible for 'taking care' of unused, nearly expired IG-Series clones.

I thought to myself 'Oh, they finally know how to treat their slaves as genuine living people.' I was way off my mark...

'The Sunset Resort' isn't a place for people like you, it's where unused clones voluntarily give their bodies up for something.... Rumor has it that only a few actually work there, as 'janitors' cleaning up after the clones once their use has expired. - I just feel dirty talking about like they're products.- A picture was leaked to the servers, and those who know where to look found it.

I won't go into detail, you can look for it yourself, I know I've said way too much."

-IG-95 Imperial Guard Mk.VIII "Cicero"

The feels

The Bigger Man

"I have been called the prime example of males among my people!" said Xyro as the high warlord proudly slipped out from his only clothing, revealing everything to the other in front.
"...and I have been called a desired father by my own son." as the fleet admiral responded, pulling away the last of his article of clothing to showcase his own, hulking mass.
"I am recorded as the male specimen with the largest natural endowment!" replied the gray muscular dragonkin, stepping up to the other's space.
"...and I was the man four times what you can only dream to become." retorted the arinos, lowering his cannon to his side and stepping up to the dragonkin's face.



"Just make out already!" yelled an impatient me, wanting to take at least one good snapshot before they bust my face open.


Ahh, this is one of my prime examples of dilemmas. I like them both, but they're in opposite sides of an alliance. they can never be "friends" in terms of politics. but at least the two share many similarities.

Pirate ... And His Hull Breachers

" It's not everyday that The Captain Razorshard makes it his responsibility to look after his crew while on their Shore Leave. But then again, there is really no better time than to open the latches, part the bay doors, and arm the torpedoes to breach the aft section of an suspecting or welcoming victim. Just know that the Captain strongly believes in hedonism when it comes to a night filled with rough grunts, cigar smoke, and the moans of a distressed prey."

-Nautica Pirate Crew Member Triglav

Pirate The Captain

"Once a refugee from our sister planet of Legion, he came forth from the Ark with  a clear goal in mind: regain what he lost when his home turned against him. He started small, going from ship to ship looking for those who've made home here but were unable to sustain themselves; looking through the vast selections of machine parts and other ship components; building relations from one backwater connection to another. All of this before his true colors began to emerge: Greed with a thirst for blood."
- Nautica Attack Survivor

Pirate Engineering the Finest

"I've asked myself the same question multiple times a week every time he yelled 'Oi!' or 'Aye!' whether he was serious about buying more tape to repair the crystalline reactor of the Stormchaser. He knows the ship inside, outside, port, and starboard, yet he doesn't read or write or even speak in a way even the best linguists can translate, but his knowledge in mathematics, engineering, and theoretical energy blew my mind the first time the Stormchaser suffered her first power failure. He held up his hand with the fingers spread, 'five' is all he said and by God, he got the ship working again in just five minutes. Whatever method he used to fix the ship, it works, whether it be taking the time to repair the ship's mechanism or  swooning the old fishing boat with his fine behind. One thing is clear, he'll never leave the ship alone, having that butt planted somewhere on board doing God know what to keep her running."

-Rehhas of the Stormchasers

Bantioc Marcus Roh

Lad...

"... What are you doing down there?"

It's not everyday to come across one of the higher ranked officers of the Bantioc Navy, strolling down the more hushed halls of the Exodus. An engineer may pop his head out from the lower hatches for a quick breath of fresh air before going back to work... but that said fresh air on that particular day was thick with the musk of the Fleet Admiral.

"Report to my quarters... and bring a towel."

"Sir, yes sir... with pleasure, sir!"