Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

"Another breach, think Yenpalo are reinforcing after the fight wth the McAndrew corporation?" The droid enquired. "It will take them to five of all minor classes in the region." The Ambassador looked up from his data pad. "Not the sixes they so favour." The droid flustered. "Check back down their flight path, check for debris?" "Plenty their, no wonder they are short handed." "All second line assests, a drstroyer, a frigate and  four corvettes, plus extra fighters and bombers." "No extra heavies?" The Ambassador looked back down and flicked a page. "Monitors say not." The droid drifted off for a glass of something for the Ambassador "Why thank you." "Well, we can watch them getting trashed later then." "Might need a debris field marker on the galactic charts soon then."   The ambassador pored over new intel scans, as a dr...

The ambassador peeled himself slowly from the cavity he had just made in the wall, possible broken ribs, and he was sure that his arm should not bend in that direction. "That was an act of belligerence, that was war! Earth Central will put our fleets on alert. We cannot stand this insult!" The (heavily armoured) diplomatic drone fluttered nearby. "Oh, be quiet drone!" the Emperor's voice echoed in his head. He still wasn't sure how the drone heard it, but it fluttered backwards, avoiding the tentacle the zoomed past it's front.It was learning to avoid these blows, after, what was it, sixth new chassis? The Auran Emperor, resplendent in a newly fabbed tank of seawater, floated where at least two stories of the embassy had once stood. "I was only patting the Ambassador on the back for his fine decision!" Once, long ago, actually about half-an-hour and a wall ago, the Ambassador had been soundly asleep, but had, again, been roused from his slumbe...