Ok folks here is where things get interesting. Start this with this round and the next two rounds we will be switching to a brackets tournament style of contest. We have eight contestants here and they will be broken into 4 pairs. Each pair will be its on separate poll bidding for you votes. You will be able to vote for one of the two contestants in each of the four polls once a day until next Thursday the 25th of April at Noon Eastern Daylight Time ( GMT -4 ).
You will find the four polls and images of this weeks challengers below after the Jump. Good luck everyone!
STEAMPUNK HOVER BOT VS UNITED PROTECTION FORCES
Steampunk Hover Bot
VS
United Protection Forces
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LIBRARIAN DROID OF NEW ALEXANDRIA VS MARINE MECHANIC
Librarian-droid of New Alexandria, Mar
VS
Marine Mechanic
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SCI-FI ALIEN VS THE WOLF
Sci-Fi Alien
VS
The Wolf
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BLACK ROSE VS STANDOFF
Black Rose
VS
Standoff
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Remember you can vote once a day in each of the above four polls.
I knew this would be all sorts of amazing! And I am so going to get crushed in this round. ;9
I’ve just noticed how this would line up in the next round. Providing they both get through, next round will have the two favourites against each other. Way to open out the field.
Larry Wolfe, space bandit, ship captain, cyborg, under heavy fire.
“Roache, tell you found a way out of this” Clinging to the arms of his chair as they were further shaken by the Neutron bolts.
“Well we’ve got an asteroid field in two clicks, restricted space in three and a wormhole behind that Bulkhead Stormer”
“And the non-suicide options?”
“Those were them. The suicide options are we stay here or just ram into one of them.”
“Judge, is there any precedent for them accepting apologies?” The old steward looked up from his data scrolls.
“When there was a very large dowry involved… although our communications are out, anyway”
“Turtle; shields, cloak or hyperdrive, which is easier to fix?” The hovering droid beeped his usual rhythmic codes.
“Well of course ideally I’d have all three, but ideally we wouldn’t have been uncovered by that Ylorian diplomat’s guard.” Wolfe rested his head in his non-serrated hand.
“You’ve got a plan, right boss?” Wolfe sat, silent as the hull was further bombarded.
“I…” He tapped the chair and searched for the words. “Judge, what sort of dowry are we talking about?”
“But boss, surrendering is – ”
“I KNOW! … I know… Judge?”
“Well Sir” the wizened historian said, “along with the humiliation carried by the act itself, you’d only be required to hand over one item of the hold.” Wolf scaned through his inventory, until quickly settling on the smallest item.
“Which one you giving up, boss?”
“Well it looks like a-” With that, their captain disappated.
“What the tak happened?” Turtle beeped. “But was it a beep or a disintegration… What was it Judge?”
“…For the Coil”
New Alexandria hadn’t had a patron in centuries, but that didn’t matter to Gary; he put on his tie and wheeled into work every day regardless. Because what mattered was the books. Not tapes, not discs, not scans, not neural imprints but honest to God Earth books. Gary’s library was the last place in the galaxy a being could read a real book, and if anyone ever wanted one again, he’d be ready.