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ME:S - Ch2: Old grudges (Part 2)ME:S - Ch2: Old grudges (Part 2) by Quinn-G
Unsurprisingly, the hearing did not go well. At first, Executor Pallin forwarded whatever little evidence Vakarian – who he purposefully did not name – had uncovered, and Kate had to admit it was anything but sufficient. The worst C-Sec could accuse Saren of with that kind of evidence was the purchase of illegal weapon mods and equipment, to which his hologram would retort that he only did so to get the job done, and the Council just agreed with almost everything he would say, as it was a Spectre’s freedom to employ whatever means they thought was necessary for the safeguarding of the Galaxy.
What a load of Varren shit.
“Thank you, Executor,” the asari Councilor told Pallin, who briefly bowed to her before storming off from the balcony with what Kate believed was the turian equivalent of an all-in-a-day’s-work look, datapad tucked under his armpit. “Now that we’ve settled the matter of Saren’s… questionable dispenses,
ME:S - Ch2: Old grudges (Part 1)ME:S - Ch2: Old grudges (Part 1) by Quinn-G
It took some time for Kate’s senses to come back. At first, she heard the familiar rumbling of a ship’s drive core running through the walls, which immediately gave her that home-sweet-home feeling she always felt aboard a starship. Then, the scent of antiseptic in the air allowed her to conclude that she was in a medical bay, and when she opened her eyes, she identified it as that of the Normandy. A strident beep from one of the machines around her bed came on, and the elderly grey-haired Dr. Chakwas turned around, visibly happy to see her conscious.
“Welcome back among the living, Commander,” she greeted her as she walked around the bed to shut the machine down, and then switched on her omni-tool to look at a diagram of her vital signs. “How are you feeling?”
Kate propped herself up on her elbows, and immediately regretted it; a slight, but nevertheless unpleasant ache surged through her skull and she put her right palm on her forehead.
A Tribute to Hans Ruedi GigerWatch depthRADIUSA Tribute to Hans Ruedi Giger by techgnotic
He was an artist you might not know.
But you’ve met his children…
It’s rare that a “new” iconic monster is born and becomes forever identifiable,—— no matter the variations, by generation after generation. So it was when George Romero created the ultimate “zombie” in his Night of the Living Dead in 1968. Zombie Apocalypse fans today may have never heard of George or seen the original “Night,” but the zombies they so love in fare like The Walking Dead
Real Name: Quentin Gamache|
DOB: 28th March 1990
More about me: Check my Devious Info
Current Residence: Some hilly-billy village in Belgium
Favourite genre of music: Various, Movie OST
Favourite style of art: CGI and digital art
Operating System: Windows 8
Personal Quote: "Failure is but a pretext to try twice harder next time."
I’ve been meaning to tell you guys this for a long time.
My main page is close to reaching 14,000 views and my number of watchers is sitting at a whopping 123. Every other day, I get a couple favourites messages and if I’m lucky, a new comment. While both are appreciated, I find that the deviations they most appear on are intriguing.
My older (read: uglier) works get all the attention when it comes to favourites and comments, while my more recent and – dare I say? – professional works in terms of composition and drawing quality, namely everything concerning Mythos, are left in the dark. I mean, where are the 123 watchers here? What gives? Are my works just too specific artistically speaking? Are they intended to a narrower audience than the ones I did in the past? Or are people really just interested in fan art and avoid any attempt at something original?
I’m not one to complain or ask for attention (though I’ll admit I may have given that impression in the past with some of my first watchers). But what I’m trying to say is this: the absence of any feedback on my more recent creations – fan art or original – is starting to make me lose interest in being a part of this community. I realize I’m not as active as I used to be, but it’s because of a number of factors outside of my control, real life stuff chief among them.