Opening Image: The Kings Guardian group leads him away from the others who are distracted mourning the loss of He’h.
Theme Stated: Reconstruction: “Do we have a medical synthesizer back at camp?” Asks the King. “Of course responds,” the nearest trooper.
Set-up: They get back to camp and he asks for the man who answered him to come into his tent with the synthesizer. As he enters, a laser beam flashes out and he cuts him down at the ankle. He screams, clutching his stumped legs. “Crawl over here and bring those to me. I need them more than you do. I’ll build you a golden chariot for your sacrifice,” offers the King.
Catalyst: The trooper quickly weighs his options and does as he is told. Once done, the king says “Get out of my sight.” As he turns to leave the King shoots him through the heart. “Fool, as though anyone else deserves a great chariot than I,” says the King to himself. He begins working his new legs onto his body.
Debate: Outside the remaining troops see the two flashes and hear the body of their friend Jonas drop to the floor. They begin to talk of what to do with their predicament.
Break into Two: Half the group chooses to abandon the king while he is unwell. Those loyal to the King begin firing wildly into those that are fleeing taking down some but not all of them. The kings numbers dwindle.
B Story: Homnie plants (slams) his Cane into the center of the field and the flowers being to sway towards the center of where the cane is located, only to start wishing away as He’h is reformed as a new form calling himself “He’thol. “It must be some form of ‘Tol accepting my obstruction of him,”
Fun and Games: The king walks out of their tent and finds the group half missing and the bodies laying on the floor.
Midpoint: “Let’s go round us up some traitors,” They yell. And the group cheers.
Bad Guys Close in: The ones that were able to escape hide in a cave not far from the camp, but as far as they could get on foot. Only one or two were able to make it away in vehicles and they were blown up as they attempted to escape.
All is Lost: Laughing echoes into the cave. All too familiar.
Dark Night of the Soul: Those that hear the laughing begin to scream, as the armed troopers close in. Looks of terror blanket their eyes.
Break into Three: Rapid laser fire is seen lighting a dark cave. But not showing contact with the bodies.
Finale: The troopers that cleared the cave come out and let the Tunnel King that they were successful. “That was all of them,” says the trooper.
Final Image: “Good. Let’s get to the citadel. The council have much to answer for,” says the King, holding a radioactive canister.
So I learned years ago you can base almost anything on any object and get a sci-fi look.
So I chose the M.U.T. Multitool that I was given by a friend of my fathers after he died. It had been used to defuse I.E.D.s in Afghanistan so I though I would base the pilot’s ship around it. This is just a basic idea so revisions will come but I’ve been aching to try Clip Studio Paint all day.
Then I tried a pen out in the application and of course had to try animating it in flight. I’m still a beginner animator but figuring that out was a lot of fun.
I know it’s moving too quickly and jaggedly so four out of eight frames should have been for smoothing it’s motion or perhaps all eight in one loop but I got excited.
So I’m not sure what to write about this piece other than it’s an attempt at drawing buildings. I didn’t even use 1st perspective properly, which I will do in the future. Then I can work on two and third perspective for fun.
I’m just realizing how much freaking work I’ve got to do this to do it even at all—if at all well. I should do some writing today, try to get issue three catted out. But I can tell that I’m not focused—or perhaps I’m tired. That two minute video is hours of work condensed into an iPad video. Used Procreate for it since my Art Studio Pro isn’t responding well to my first generation iPad Pro any longer. I’m thinking of switching over to the Wacom mobilestudio full time now that I’ve gotten that airbrush brush handy. Plus it lets me stream and do everything I want. I just can’t find a seat that lets me sit without hurting the twisted part of my spine (fell down the stairs carrying books moving mums house for her; long story). The extra 150 lbs from anti psychotics and agoraphobia aren’t helping either. I should just do house exercises like I’m in prison. That way at least I’d get some sweat on. I do miss hiking in the sunshine though. Back when I was lighter, getting back down to 220 lbs, I was rocking 5ks three times a week and 4 mile hikes other days of the weeks. God damn it hurt. But that feeling of knowing that I got that far. Maybe I just need to buy a used elliptical once I move home. That might solve my issues. Who knows.
On to the Comic I Suppose. Let’s see if we can Cat out Issue #3.
So now that I’ve split up the three protagonists I’ve either got to kill them off or reunite them in proper ways. The first good lead is that He’h is powering back up unnoticed by the bandits that accosted him. So he may be the first natural lead to get out of his predicament. I just don’t want him to be a catch all for all problems like a nanoscale formed bot would become in real life. He needs to have artificial limitations put in place so that he can have weaknesses that are closer to human like. I wonder what would power a true nanoscale humanoid android. Some sort of self made chemical reaction is my guess. Like small scale self contained frisson or solar/space radiation power since that’s abounds across the universe. One Sec I’ve got to check on the name of the issue.
Alright so the name of the issue is Colonization, meaning that it’ll be about the beginnings of the colony. Meaning I want them to end up in a vertical farm being found by an unknown entity who take care of the farms. Perhaps an inquisitive bot who asks if they were grown within the farm (good natured naivety being a control mechanic of a lower caste robot). Also do I want them to meet up in this issue or the next. He’h can’t hurt people but he can make them hurt themselves through their own actions. Perhaps not. Anyway let’s list out our Cattery shall we?
1. Opening image: Tied up to Tree. Tied up in the back of the car. Tied up in the back of another car.
2. Theme Stated: (let’s define colonization) Regrouping most likely as the bandits and fine folk alike attempt to assert their dominance over their specific areas.
3: Set-up: He’h Wakes. We see it from his point of view. Pixelated and perhaps in U.V.. Upon his waking he makes quick work of disabling the car he’s in. The bandits argue and fight until they get heated enough to pull metal on one another and they end up shooting each other in a standoff. “Draw iron or I’ll make it easy for you,” says one bandit. The second pulls it and turns in time to fire. We see the bullet go through the head of the one standing. The one kneeling at the wheel slumps against it heart shot and bleeds out. He’h is of an advanced self regulating program, knowing that a person can be defined as good or evil by their actions, and makes no attempt to save either of them.
4. Catalyst: He’h strips the car of all the parts that would be useful of him in a cloud of himself. Nothing is left. He does the same to the bodies. We watch them disintegrate from flesh to bone to brain to nothing.
5. Debate: He’h turns one way. Then another. He beings walking in a direction with destination unbeknownst to the reader. His silver body shining in the sun.
6. Break into Two: (Perhaps two have regained connection and the last is on his way to their meeting location. Most likely Homnie.) He’h finds the hideout where the protagonist is held. She’s found tied up on a very well used mattress but is unharmed, as the boss was “saving her for himself that night” as he put it.
7. B Story: Homnie’s story being accosted through Bandit/rat tunnel thugs. Finding that the cane that He’h made him becomes a weapon when swung against an enemy. “Most useful.”
7.(B) B Story: True B Story: We see and update at Mayor Stevens point of view. He asks his unblinking eye why she hasn’t been found yet. It blinks once slowly. “What do you mean you don’t know?” The eye “Shakes it’s head” Stevens waves it away. Find her. It disappears quickly.
8. Fun and Games: Homnie being Captured and tortured by the bandits before escaping. (Fun and games can be negative).
9. Midpoint: We see Homnie bloodied walking through the desert once again, and a split shot of the other two racing towards him as He’h tells the protagonist that the cane is a part of himself and can find it, at least until his current body is destroyed in some way.
10. Bad Guys Close in: Bandits that saw the protagonist escape with He’h follow them and find them. They have rocket launchers/laser rifles (whichever is more effective at the nanoscale. Likely lasers). They aim at He’h’s head and upper torso and fire. It’s obliterated right next to the protagonist, throwing her into the sand, as bits of molten glass rain down upon her. He’h slumps to the ground.
11. All is Lost: The Boss bandit says he isn’t finished with her yet and was truly offended by her impoliteness. Drawn: he is a hulking fat, disgusting male. Missing finger tips from rot, and teeth from lack of hygiene.
12. Dark Night of the Soul: She’s picked up and thrown over his shoulder while she yells at him to stop. He smacks her hard across the back of the head with the butt of his gun and she slumps down. They crest a hill and are gone.
13. Break into Three: Additional Character. Homnie finds a pilot and gets him to fly out into the desert looking for the others. As they get airborne he notices that the cane warms and vibrates when heading in a certain direction. “Head that way” he says. Got to have the pilot say we’re 5 by 5 before taking off.
14. Finale: They eventually find the shinning mass that is He’h rebuilding himself from the sand and rocks around him in a little crater. The cane vibrates strongly. They land and collect him, allowing him time to rebuild completely before touching down and losing any part of the ship.
15. Final Image: Two panels: Boss Bandit standing in the doorway of the room smiling looking down. Teeth and eyes main focal point. Second panel is the ship flying over the desert with He’h hanging out the side of the open hanger (Still strapped in) pointing at the nearest Bandit building (a discarded series of containers combined with ‘refuse’).
For next episode catching the boss: He’h asks protagonist if she wants it to hurt (Boss’s death) and she nods, furious tears in her eyes. He’h closes the door and Boss starts to scream. Until he doesn’t. Homnie asks how He’h did it out of earshot of the protagonist. He’h answers: One atom at a time, from the bottum up. “Why so harsh?” asks Homnie. He’h responds “He hurt her. The one I’m meant to protect. Retribution was in order. Not to mention the millions of deaths he and his friends caused within my systems. Each life snuffed out in an instant all screaming in articulated pain. A moment for some. An eternity for them.” Homnie is quiet for a moment, and pats the bot on the shoulder, and then goes to the protagonists side.
So we know that the acolyte goes to the statue and offers their vigil to the memory of the man the statue represents. Then she goes to the ships bar, if only to blend in as she doesn’t drink herself, where behind them a massive dead planet (Trantor?–the center of the universe) is pulled to it’s demise and she says to her glass “It all ends at Trantor ( or something similar about the center of the universe.).
She makes her way back to her bunk bed/ sleeping quarters which happens to be a large wall of rooms which are opened by keycards which she swipes to gain entry to her own suite. She’s masquarading as an artist and her art hangs from the walls of the suite and is mathematical in nature.
As she comes to the table there is a letter left on the “faux wooden” table which she opens. The note reads something menacing about people knowing who she is. A cold sweat breaks across her body as the corners of the letter smolder and ignite and she’s left holding a fistful of ash.
“So they’re not entirely outdated in their approach.” She takes the ash and pours it down the toilet of the and flushes it. Above shot of it swirling away.
[Creators note] I feel that Asimov’s characters on the whole are, while not passive as they believe in a the greater plan, are not actively aggressive. I want to change that a little bit to give my character a bit of a bite/edge to her.
She rests against her bed, sitting. Not lying down, and falls into a semi sleep state.
The next day: We see a shot of the ship and how truly massive it is compared to their objects in space. They are semi planet sized to carry enough terra forming materials and peoples around the galaxies. They use photon entanglement to send transmissions to each other across vast distances.
The ship is broken up into townships that will each be their own colony town upon landing. Most are made up of different economic classes, but some are of mixed castes so that there is a more diverse perspective during the initial phases of building. “It takes all kinds isn’t a motto most ignore when doing this work.”
Each township has a governing board and mayor that have varying level of corrupt nature as most politicians would do on any planet. Some are not above trading goods or services to the lower castes to move them up in the ships ranking so they get a better domicile or what have you.
Our protagonist decides to meet up with the other town ships local acolytes and see what they think she should do. The nearest is a female sculptor who was the one responsible for placing the statue in the forest of each of the townships parks in the first place.
“Handy work there Abigail” which is of course not her real name. In fact she didn’t know her true name, as she assumed Abigail didn’t know hers. It just wasn’t done to save lives of those collected by the galactic governmental police.
Abby stops what she is doing, working with a laser to etch a plaque for the mayor who may have warranted his own statue for his town ship. The corruption was deeply rooted and you either played with it or were destroyed by it, at least until the great plan was taken into action and the corruption could be weeded out.
Abby’s suggestion is to go to the third district and see the mayor there, one of the governing boards members able to allocate funding for the Asmovian needs discretely, as most assumed the bribes he took went into his own coffers and not for altruistic matters. “Go see Mayor Stevens, he’ll have a broader view than I do on how to handle the situation. It is not part of my plan’s allowance to help you with much, I’m afraid to say.” Says Abbey. The protagonist thanks her, smiles warmly, and heads out. She turns back at the door as it opens, resting her arm on the door frame: No you’ve done more than I could have hoped for. I just hope there’s something that can be done to root them out before we land, or I’ll be worrying about them the entire time I’m setting up my part of the plan.” Abbey nods gruffly, while lowering a blast shield over her eyes and going back to the laser etching she was working before.
Upon gathering up the needed money to bribe the receptionist, everyone gets their cut, she moves up to the third district—much the same as the others yet imperceptively cleaner than some others, as though the metal walls repelled dust on their own.
She makes it to the mayors office and meets the receptionist. She hands her a voucher for 250 credits and asks for a meeting with Mayor Stevens. “What is this about?” asks the receptionist. “I need to ask him about if he wants shipments of my paintings for his domiciles. Something soothing yet enjoyable.” She says. The receptionist nods, as many come looking to have their wares in his stead. “Go have a seat and I’ll buzz you through once he’s available.” Says the receptionist. She thanks her and goes and sits under a large painting, one that just happens to be hers from a early time period.
The light over his office door flickers and goes out and a buzzer goes off faintly. “You can go in now.” Says the receptionist. She thanks her and heads into the spacious office. Gleaming metal from most angles meet her, and a desk of real wood and metal separate her from Stevens and herself.
He’s a man in his late 40’s, jolly. Reddish cheeks, not from drinking, but from living through his life as directed by the second foundations wishes work load. A hard life, but enjoyable enough.
How may I help you? He asks with a knowing look. The protagonist grimaces. “Someone knows about us. I don’t know who yet, but I fear for our movements down below once we get planetside.” He waves her away, motioning to a leather seat formed likely by one of his connections, as leathers of most types were quite rare of a commodity in the outer reaches. She sat. The seat made no effort to stop her, enveloping her comfortably as she rested within it’s hold.
There is always someone trying to break up the plan dear, says Mayor Stevens. It is best to lie in wait and let them make a mistake than to alert them that you know you’re being watched and fumble. Go about your business and if you get more messages let me know, and I will sort them out for you, put out my feelers as such—which little resources I have. Until then act as though nothing is wrong or you’re going to draw suspicion to yourself and others. “That’s it?” She asked. Stevens nodded and smiled. That’s the best we can do with the current amount of information we have.
He bid her farewell and shuffled her out the door. I have much to do, I’m sorry we couldn’t talk more on this. The door buzzed and closed behind her leaving our protagonist rather dumbstruck.
“Did you get what you needed?” Asked the receptionist? After a momentary lapse she nodded. “More than I could have hoped for.” The receptionist smiled and the protagonist left the office, heading once again to her domicile.
Inside Mayor Stevens office an eyeless recording device blinked twice, signaling that it required responding to. “You see that?” She’s starting to trust in us over other people. A good sign I think. Keep an eye on her and we’ll see how well she does with this test before we land, shall we?” He shuffled some papers, and the staring eye blinked twice, slid into the wall, and what was once something barely noticeable became smooth metal.
So I followed along with some more of his tutorials. My blue line work seems better than my finished line work at the moment and that’s okay. I actually got the idea of construction lines from RapidArtVids who is another great teacher. I tried a skin painting tutorial as well as a few poses and a wet tshirt position. Can’t say the guy draws pervy stuff but he’s an excellent teacher and I joined his Patreon so that I can learn as much as possible from him before moving onto the next artist.
I also tried drawing Wonder Woman from a reference and they turned out pretty well. It’s easier than anime hair since you just make them a single shape and then add in the detail after instead of drawing in shapes that can often look flat or unflattering along the way without realizing it.
I did set up my wacom to include an undo and a flip canvas button now so I can get to those easier. I think I need to add an alt button and I should be good for most things I’m doing.
I bought an Asus ZenAC usbc monitor this last week or so and its decided to only work from the lower two ports of the Mobilestudio Pro without a usb adapter which is a pain in the ass and hopefully not a sign of destruction I can’t get fixed in some way. Compared to the Lepow which cost half of that and included speakers it was a complete waste of money. But having two 15.6 inch monitors that power just by the device they’re plugged into is absolutely handy. Now if I just went anywhere that meant using them in public I could show them off, but that’s neither here nor there.
As it is I spent the weekend working on biomedical patent drawings, first in Solidworks which after an entire day I gave up on because it just looked like garbage and it finally sunk in that I’m paying someone else to create drawings of the proper thing. All I have to do is get the scraps together, which I’ll do today after a morning drawing session (that started at 2 a.m. for some reason). Hopefully I’ll have enough to get it done before a manic phase eats into my limited funds. Not that it’s an excuse or anything, but it’s definitely a sign that I’m unwell and have little control at the time.
To the 19 people following me: Thank you so much. It means the world to me to have someone to if not chat with, at least know you’re there to have a read when you’re bored. If you’re in a chatty mood let a fella know.
Today I send out the package with my brother’s birthday gift in it, and I’m hoping he likes it. The stipend I get through my merch sales isn’t much but it was enough for the shirt, and I can just afford posting after getting petrol this morning so it shouldn’t be too bad.
If you have ideas for things to draw or want to see something made let me know and I’ll consider it. It may help get the juices flowing.
So I think my detail brushes are still too big to get the definition I want. I know that I’ll be shrinking them down to one fourth their size for webtoons and the website but I need to be working harder to get better faster.
I did do some basic sketches last night and today for fun. Also not great but they’ll get there.
Anyone once this page is done I’ll upload it to the main comic page. Still have to tie a url to it so Asimovcomic goes to the comic itself and not some rando front page dealie.