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1929 Sith Lord Craft

Started by cthulhu77, November 17, 2007, 07:50:14 AM

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John Howling Mouse

Time for an update!  Time for an update!  (you have to imagine me doing this with the voice of Newt from the animated "Hercules")
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

cthulhu77

You read my mind, Sir Baz !   While the paint is drying, listen to what is blowing through my stereo right now.

   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NCZcIrSAT7I

John Howling Mouse

Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

cthulhu77


cthulhu77


cthulhu77

With f'ing up my right hand, I only managed to get the propeller bits salted:


John Howling Mouse

What did you do to your hand???  I told you: "A lightsaber is not a toy."

Can't imagine what deviant plans you have for this one, Greg!
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

nev

Holy frack!  What did you do, make some metal props and leave them underwater for 6 months?  :o

As for Fett's Vette, classic.  Saw it several years ago - didn't it win some machime awards?  Still, everyone knows KOTOR is the true king of SW games  :ph34r:
Between almost-true and completely-crazy, there is a rainbow of nice shades - Tophe


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B777LR

Is he depicting a star wars fighter that has been sitting on the bottom of the ocean for 60 years?

cthulhu77

Quote from: B777LR on January 28, 2008, 04:33:32 AM
Is he depicting a star wars fighter that has been sitting on the bottom of the ocean for 60 years?
Well, what would you expect from a high priest of Cthulhu? Jeez.

   Test fitting the props:


Brian da Basher

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That's so cool it ought to be illegal, Greg! I love the salt weathering on those props!

Every update you've posted has been a wonderful surprise!

Brian da Basher

nev

A tilt-proptor TIE Fighter?  With spats?

Greg, you're a bloomin' genius!  :ph34r:
Between almost-true and completely-crazy, there is a rainbow of nice shades - Tophe


Sales of Airfix kits plummeted in the 1980s, and GCSEs had to be made easier as a result - James May

John Howling Mouse

Wow! I mean, seriously: WOW!
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

John Howling Mouse

Ahem, believe I just saw the completed project an another website,  no?   :o

Where's the pictures, man?    :unsure:
Styrene in my blood and an impressive void in my cranium.

cthulhu77

DKM  Fafnir :
Atlantic Ocean, 17:50 hours:


"Ein zweimotoriges Kipprotorflugzeug mit zwei dreiblättrigen Rotoren"


Over two meters tall, with his fuligin cloak sweeping the lift, the newest pilot on the Fafnir calmly waited as the floors passed by, the ocean breeze swirling his garments.  Crewmembers on the lift kept their distance, the inhuman glare of the protective face shield and the groaning of the respiration unit created a sense of inhumanity in the SS Pilot.
"Level One, Flugzuegsturmmbanfuhrer."  The flat platform on the port side of the aircraft carrier came to a gentle halt, and the black figure swept over the deck towards his craft, the latest in technology that the abwehr had decoded from the extraterrestrial transmissions. He knew in his mind that the Americans had also found some of the information useful, but their rebel alliance would fall soon to the might of the New German Republic, the massive kreigsmarine carrier he was on had proven this just yesterday, taking out most of the Allied battle fleet near Jutland.  Ah, watching the once mighty English warships plunge beneath the waves had stirred his heart. Nothing could stand in their way towards the unification of this planet under NGR rule.
Then, perhaps this "empire" that ruled in the far away place could become an ally, and the message of the German people could sweep away the sickness infecting the system of life throughout the universe!

One of the crewmen manning the gas lines muttered, " He's quite mad, you know. Wears that costume night and day." He chuckled.

Another deck hand looked more warily at the tall SS man, there was a sense of evil about him that made the Gestapo seem like nice ice-cream salesmen.

"Ready the Kipprotorflugzeug!", the pilot barked, and men scrambled to make ready the ungainly looking aircraft from its moorings near the bridge, well protected by 88 mm flak guns.

"It is time to fly again, and hunt again."  An American convoy had been sighted not 60 kilometers away, and the Stukas had been armed with long torpedoes. The flight deck vibrated as the dive bombers were launched, followed by TA-154's armed with rockets. The twin-engine craft also hummed as he fitted himself into the cockpit, the three rotor blades picking up speed.  Straight up into the air he would go, faster than the piston engined airplanes, ready to take on any of the enemy patrol planes nearby.

His intercom crackled. "What is that off of the starboard bow? It looks like some sort of a walking tripod?"  There was an unearthly green light about them.