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THERE_IS_N0D4T4
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This art was made for my friend's
project - SINGULARITYBOUNDARY by THERE_IS_N0D4T4.
He is creating a sci-fi world based on Vilous.
I really enjoyed this project and
would love to do more art for it in the future, but
I need to fix my huge comms queue situation right now.
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▸ distant memories - Blut Own and Antent
S I N G U L A R I T Y
Boundary
/// In this section of the story, Eon is meant to take one of the interplanetary ships, cargo ships with a team across to the Costal nation of Telrun, Due to a malfunction in the Pathfinding systems, thanks to a particularly rare and strong Magneto-tempest, occurring above the cleared altitude path, the ship enters a vicious tailspin after loosing 3/4 of it's engines and experiencing a large explosion in one of the Methane Tanks;
During the Crash Eon manages to make his way into one of the frame pieces and anchors himself against a cavity in the thick frame of the ship, by now he knew it would be too late to help anyone else, a realization that would only become more and more macabre as he slowly woke, in the middle of a field of debris stretching a 1.5km radius, Fire and melting steel far in the distance.
He reached for the Throat attached communications collar, and called out with that little strength his body could muster.
"Millan!, Ezter, this is Eon-"
"Come in Millan, tell me you made it!"
"..."
"F*ck!, come on! ANYONE, Ezter, Relis!, WHERE THE F*CK IS EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!"
Try as He may, no one on the other side was going to pick up his signal, the only survivor of this wreckage, his training and discipline began to take over, his mind traversing every possible next step that he could take.
"I have to Reach back to ATC, someone must have seen our signal fall, the weather satellites must've given them some idea they'll find us"
The exhaustion from the stress and shock, was bound to take it's cut of the time, and it wasn't willing to waste any, as soon as Eon managed to walk his way out of the smoldering wreckage he fell to his knees and on his face, passing out from the low oxygen and xenon in the slightly mountainous terrain upon which his section of the ship had landed.
The Wake, was as sudden yet dampened as the fall, opening his eyes to the morning light, and the terrible stink of the molten plastics and wiring, the evaporating methane and ethanol-based coolant.
Reaching out to his side with one arm and turning over, the dirt and soot sticking to his fur as he lay low on the ground, his view from the plateau, rolling across hundreds of kilometers of the delta-marsh bellow the shattered sections of the Ikegami strewn through the land before him, he could see that while the ship had disintegrated, many of the sections had thankfully landed semi-intact, a type of silver-lining as this could mean that some supplies and comms equipment might've survived the fall, but even more importantly, that someone else might be alive down there.
He stood- slowly, steadily with a renewed purpose, he steeled his mind and very heart, it was go time.
Standing on two feet, game his mind the adrenaline necessary to remember that falling from thousands of meters in the air, would hurt, every part of his body begged for mercy as his entire nervous system roared to life, every axon passing along a message, a loud one.. "YOU ARE HURT"
Heeding the call, Eon took a second to look at himself for once, from toes to crown, every bit of his body had take some damage, some more than others as it was expected, only two major areas called his attention
"F*ck! gah-"
"Son of a- !"
He screamed out, with a sharp stab on his right arm; his right arm raised to roll his sleeve over, taping his bicep with care, slowly sliding across it only to encounter a medium sized piece of spalling had lodged in between the fibers of his right bicep.
"S*it, alright.. it's not too large, and there is no signs of internal bleeding, some inflammation around the area.. F*ck I can't move this arm until I have a foam gun"
He understood that this would slow him down significantly, yet the task ahead wasn't becoming any smaller, so once again he set forth.
"Come one man, no time for laying around, you've rested enough, it's time to make the best of this"
"First, survival, I have to pick up the pieces and make some kit, gather things to keep me on my feet, and hopefully help me find everyone else, I can't be of any help if I'm dead..."
The larger-than average Sergal turned to the section of the ship next to him, quickly parsed the pieces, and tried to recall what might've been in said section.
"Lucky f*cking me, The Loading bay section, plenty of cargo and extra supplies laying around, better see if the medical panel is still attached to the column somewhere in here"
With that, Eon began his search, finding clothes, weapons and medical supplies, anything to provide a stable footing in this unknown environment.
The search yielded some good results, two still functional exploration suits with their batteries fully charged, and the helmets to accompany them, Eon understood that he had to set up a way point to return to in case his search were unsuccessful, a place to gather supplies and hopefully await until rescue.
"There's enough here to keep me rolling for a few weeks, enough time to traverse the Marshland and rescue someone, hopefully everyone.. I have to try, I don't know how long it'll be until rescue reaches us out here."
Resolved to get anyone still moving out there and himself out from this Marshland, Eon's training began to kick into gear, he used thermal binoculars and distance rulers to construct a rough map of the area on one of the digital PDAs he had found within the supplies, wrapped and taped together multiple fire-starter kits, and placed them within a large hiking bag, leaving one behind with it's fuel intake set to very slow, as to extend the life of the flame, hopefully enough to be visible during the night.
With a marker set, some supplies to deal with the trail ahead and a good set of directions to head in, the sergal set out downstream of the mountain, quickly reaching the base in less than 2 hours, scanning around every 100 Meters for other useful cargo, anything that might help to improve the traversal time, there were many vehicles being carried aboard the ship alongside some special cargo that didn't have an accompanying description.
He had seen the size of said cargo however, whatever it was, it was heavy, and large, large enough to fit 4 people from end to end, either way, his focus was on the vehicles, he could recall there being one of the COPPER series COPPER-01SM exploration 6x6, a machine constructed for situations like these, if he could find one that had taken minimal damage during the crash, the rescue operation would be far easier
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Character © THERE_IS_N0D4T4 ◈
Story © THERE_IS_N0D4T4 ◈
Creators original Vilous world: 
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Sergal
Size 2603 x 1415px
File Size 800.3 kB
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