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I've posted this as a Work in Progress, and once as a rough sketch whose orginal was damaged, and now it's time to post it in finished condition.
I think you'll have to admit that this is a highly implausibe situation. Customers have weird requests. But not every time I draw Saara Mar is "real." Sometimes even she has fantasies. This would have to be one of those times...
I think you'll have to admit that this is a highly implausibe situation. Customers have weird requests. But not every time I draw Saara Mar is "real." Sometimes even she has fantasies. This would have to be one of those times...
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 989 x 1280px
File Size 486.1 kB
Implausible? Well...
The size issue could be from a very tiny civilization, or Saara's ship having a 'scalar' failure during transit. From the two orbs in the sky above her, this isn't Earth. And due to the fractal nature of, well, nature, she might initially think she landed somewhere with just mosses and lichen instead of trees and buildings. Thinking she needs to take a break or look around, she just strolls out of her vehicle...
Now for implausible, where are her clothes?
The size issue could be from a very tiny civilization, or Saara's ship having a 'scalar' failure during transit. From the two orbs in the sky above her, this isn't Earth. And due to the fractal nature of, well, nature, she might initially think she landed somewhere with just mosses and lichen instead of trees and buildings. Thinking she needs to take a break or look around, she just strolls out of her vehicle...
Now for implausible, where are her clothes?
The private raced down the staircase half crazed and hardly in control of himself. Nursing a wound a side stitch, he blunders breathlessly past the Lieutenant, the Captain and the Colonel. He takes hold of the table, using it to prop himself up, staring straight into the eyes of the general.
"Sir! The enemy has infiltrated Fight Town from the south! They're using our damaged buildings as cover! Only our subterranean installations remain un-compromised! We don't have the manpower or resources to fight them in the streets!"
The General takes off his hat and solemnly pulls a key from underneath the button of his service cap. He signals to his second in command who comes forward with a similar key. They both approach a small gray briefcase left out on the table as though thrown there in haste. The case is unlocked and propped open to reveal a simple telephone and antennae encased in green plastic. The keys are pushed home into separate sides; turned once clockwise, then counterclockwise, pulled free and discarded. The phone comes up in the hand of the General. He swears under his breath and looks to the Colonel.
"God have mercy on our souls."
"Sir! The enemy has infiltrated Fight Town from the south! They're using our damaged buildings as cover! Only our subterranean installations remain un-compromised! We don't have the manpower or resources to fight them in the streets!"
The General takes off his hat and solemnly pulls a key from underneath the button of his service cap. He signals to his second in command who comes forward with a similar key. They both approach a small gray briefcase left out on the table as though thrown there in haste. The case is unlocked and propped open to reveal a simple telephone and antennae encased in green plastic. The keys are pushed home into separate sides; turned once clockwise, then counterclockwise, pulled free and discarded. The phone comes up in the hand of the General. He swears under his breath and looks to the Colonel.
"God have mercy on our souls."
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