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Original Artwork produced for the Role-Playing game Genesis
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The solar system of Milmoth, is in it's infancy. The solar accretion disc, thick with asteroids coalescing into planets, is rich with many rare minerals - ejecta from previous Super Novae. In the search for building materials Milmoth has become a miner's paradise. Some would call it hell.
Sir, the computers just came back online.
Well, do they confirm the visuals?
Yes Sir!
Run down the stats Mr. Kielan
The computer is tracking the asteroid. Sensors are picking up high ore content. Large Deposits of Gold, Titanium, Palladium and traces of other metals as long as your arm.
Is there a margin?
Nine million cubic meters with a ratio of twelve to one.
Position and vector Mr. Harcher?!
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“Dam it! Isn't the computer supposed to warn us when the drive core begins fizzing?”
“Yes, It is supposed to … but it didn't. That power drop-out we had must have short-circuited something and bypassed the initial alert.” he said, scanning the computer screen.
“So just tell the computer to shut-off the drive!”
The computer announced, “WARNING!! the drive core will implode in 5 minutes. 5 minutes”
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 Suddenly the world around him was ablaze with colour, form, and dimension. The light flickered slightly as he moved the flame to light the paper and plant stick, that dangled from between his lips. He inhaled quickly twice and once again, the smoke filled his lungs and warmed him during the cold night. He exhaled the smoke over a steaming container of brown liquid, no matter what they did, it never tasted like coffee made from the bean. The street was deserted and the light from the planet's three moons, each luminous red, reflected the planet's temporarily absent star. The man pulled form his overcoat a Polaroid of his partner, a grimace of pain swept across his face. In the cold night of Carakuss the lone figure mused silently to himself.
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The desert night was bitterly cold, added to by the stiff winds that drove the dunes. Sparse vegetation grew in the lee of large rocks; a small nocturnal creature grazed silently in the darkness. Relentless winds overpowered most sounds but this little animal was put at ease by the continuous voice. Whispers enough to provoke a lightning response ; he goes on munching a brick red plant. A huge thud sounds the klaxon, all muscles to the alert! Eyes pierce the darkness for the intruder... no signs at all. A scraping slide; a body falls.
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