Libertatis Imperium (Gate)

[charclone]

Bozes flinched at Pina's glare in the morning.

"Would you please explain why you felt it necessary to risk antagonising NATO, so soon after we made progress on the treaty?" Pina questioned, her face stern and upyielding as she stared at the blonde knight. She crossed her arms, leaning forwards slightly in her chair. Her voice carried a cold tone, one that informed Bozes exactly how annoyed Pina was with her.

Bozes straightened herself where she stood as she answered, burying her nervousness. She still failed to meet Pina's gaze.

"The knights, that is, we have been growing… rusty. The exercises and training have been helpful, but… when I heard about the Warrior Bunny's festival, I realised that it would be a great way to test our strength against them. They are a famed warrior people, what better way to test ourselves and them?" Bozes' resolve grew as she explained her reasoning, her fidgeting slowly fading.

"And revenge for the stain on my honour, and on the honour of the Order, from the defence of Italica, had nothing to do with your request for a series of duels, which Sir Richard may participate in?"

Bozes' expression dropped as her friend and Liege struck the core of the issue with a precision usually displayed with a lance on horseback.

"I… they wouldn't dare do anything!" She protested, her voice rising in indignation, finally looking Pina in the eye. "We are guests, and it is a fair tournament!"

"They are a different culture, and we are barbarians to them!" Pina shouted, shaking her hands in the air for emphasis. "Sir Richard is close to the King! I saw a recording of the awarding ceremony being shown. They are displaying and constantly talking about our nation in something called news broadcasts! His victories and constantly being discussed, alongside other victories by NATO against us! Does that remind you of anything? What would the emperor have done if I asked him for a war against a barbarian tribe that had slighted me?"

"You wouldn't-" Bozes started.

"No, but Richard may!" Pina exploded, before collapsing into the chair she didn't remember getting out of. She groaned. "The Empire is outnumbered, without them raising their armies. We would be crushed in mere days if they were taking this war seriously. I won't ask you to throw any fights. But keep to the rules, and make sure Richard has no grounds for which to find an excuse."

Bozes winced, swallowed any further protests, and nodded.

Pina sighed in relief as she left.

"Gods, please don't let anything happen."

---

Hannah flicked the sabre in her hand, testing its weight and speed. Her eye's tracked the glittering blade, following its subtle curve to the curved guard and hilt. She heard this hiss of air against its razor-sharp edge.

"If this is what you made for me, I can't wait to see what you made for Tara." She laughed gleefully and giddy. "Show me?"

"Nope." Richard grinned. "It's for Tara's eyes first before anyone else."

Hannah pouted at him as she sheathed her sabre.

"I'm glad I was able to get it done before the end of the festival," Richard said, leaning against the table in the smithy. "What with all the extra work prepping for the Long Patrol."

"How's that coming anyway? Any chance I can join?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, I put your name on the list of potential officers." Richard shrugged. "No idea if you will be chosen, but if you chose to accept you will be tested and drilled. If you pass? You'll end up going through part of the same training with me, Tara, and a couple of others already confirmed to be made the senior officers in the Long Patrol."

"Really? Tara?" Hannah frowned. "Don't want to lose her that badly? Or do you just not think she will be made Queen?"

"She doesn't want to be queen." Richard sighed in weariness. "She's rehashed the argument several times now, but… I don't see the situation improving, and the festival doesn't seem to be having the effect she wanted, from what I heard. The people are more in favour of their own state, yes, but the leadership is more fractured than ever, based on her complaints."

Hannah nodded in sympathy.

"I've seen the same. More and more are backing Tara, despite her wishes, especially with the still constant flow of refugees and escaped slaves." She shook her head. "So, speaking of the Long Patrol, how is it coming along?"

"Well," Richard rubbed the stubble on his chin in thought. "Edgar is drilling me on leadership and tactics, and we finally figured out what we are doing for supplies. Going to be getting a crap ton of old Lee-Enfields pulled from somewhere, Canadian Rangers I think, a couple of British machine guns, and even more Inch-pattern FN FALs than the rifles, from several sources. Cheaper than buying new ones, even through NATO, and the ammo could be compatible."

Hannah blinked.

"I understood a fraction of that. So, we are getting some weapons?"

"Small arms, yeah, and old ones at that." Richard shrugged. "Still need to acquire uniforms, though. We are getting a bunch of US helmets, so that helps."

Hannah nodded.

"It's a lot of work to get a force equipped. I remember seeing the warriors train and training with them. It took months to forge enough blades for everyone, and most didn't have proper armour." Hannah said. "Would we be wearing armour?"

"Eh," Richard shrugged, unsure, the table creaking as he moved. "Probably not. Too expensive. Though, we're still figuring things out. Anyway, I'm off to give Tara her blade and watch the game."

"Oh, right, there were a bunch of games being played today between teams, wasn't there?" Hannah said. "A couple of the teams were from NATO, weren't they?"

"No, teams were mixed," Richard replied, pulling an item wrapped in cloth from a hidden spot beneath the table. "There was at least one NATO soldier in each of the teams for the Earth sports being played, and a couple of Americans joined in for the Warrior Bunny's traditional games."

"Most of the different sports are just variations of the same game, played differently by each tribe." Hannah corrected. "But, anyway, haven't they already started?"

"Yeah, but there was part of a ceremony Tara wanted to meet with me beforehand," Richard explained. "Anyway, I'm off."

Hannah smiled as he took off at a jog, his gift for Tara concealed in its cloth wrapping under his arm.

---

Tara paced back and forth.

Her stomach was slowly turning itself in knots. Things looked fine, but the reality was, the festival was a failure.

"Tara!" She leapt at Richard's call.

"Richard!" She laughed, tension bleeding out of her body at the sight of her lover. "You here, great!"

"So, what was it you wanted to show me?" The Canadian knight had something under his arm, Tara noted, as her eye's flickered toward it.

"Yes. Come with me." Tara grabbed his hand, pulling him along. "The leaders and I are supposed to observe at least one each of the games… so I made sure we would have this game to ourselves, the others already planning to see other games, or have already done so."

Richard followed her up a set of stairs, part of the rear of the bleachers that had been constructed for the games by NATO engineers who their officers decided had too much free time.

He blinked at the size of the private box as Tara led him into it.

"It was meant for all the leaders to attend at once, but that didn't happen," Tara explained. She bit her lip.

Richard noted that she was blushing, even as the crowd murmured outside. Seems the walls were thin.

Tara sat on one seat and gestured for him to sit next to her. She waited for him to take the seat, before reaching underneath it, and pulling out a sheathed blade. It was in the style of the Warrior Bunny's traditional blades.

Richard shook with laughter as she handed it to him. He handed her the wrapped blade he carried to her in exchange.

"Did Hannah have anything to do with this?" He asked as the laughter subsided.

"She… mentioned you lacked a knife or short sword to protect yourself," Tara admitted.

Richard snorted in amusement as he inspected his blade. Curved, with a broad blade, it was vaguely reminiscent of a Kukri, though it lacked the same extreme angle of curve, and was in the opposite direction, with the longer edge sharpened. It was detailed with an intricate pattern in the blade, shallow enough not to endanger the integrity of the blade, but deep enough to be seen. It reminded him a little of the US Bowie knife if it had a curve to it.

Tara pulled the cloth from her own blade and inspected it. She noted the deliberate similarities between the traditional Warrior Bunny blades and the Kukri, being an interesting hybrid. She snorted, noting the copper wire down the back edge that spelt out 'Rome shall perish—write that word/ In the blood that she has spilt' from Boudica, an Ode. It gleamed in the light, and she admired the complex wrapping done in the leatherwork around the handle. A wide, flat, pommel ended the hilt, providing a counterweight and catch.

"Where… how…?" Tara stumbled.

"I forged it myself." Richard put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her into a hug.

Tara sheathed the blade, grabbed him by his collar, and pulled him into a kiss. As they separated, Richard blinked in surprise, his cheeks flushed, matching Tara's. Also matching were the grins on both of their faces.

They would have continued, had the crowd outside not broken out into a cheer as the teams made their way onto the game field.

Tara blinked, remembering her duty, and leapt to her feet. She drew her new blade and walked to the front of the box, where she could be seen.

Richard didn't remember what speech she made, but he remembered the way she made her blade flash in the light as she saluted the teams with it.

After several moments, the game began, and she returned to her seat.

"So, about the blade you gave me…" Richard began slowly. "I don't suppose you would be willing to teach me how to use it?"

"Of course." Tara grinned.

Out of the corner of his eye, Richard caught the sight of something that felt familiar to him. He dismissed the sight a moment later.

'Impossible for her to be here. My sister would have no reason to be allowed past the NATO checkpoints.'

Any further thought on the subject vanished as Tara sat in his lap.

"Now, where were we?" She gave him an impish grin.

 

[Solar Mechanis]

crap ton of old Lee-Enfields pulled from somewhere, Canadian Rangers I think, a couple of British machine guns, and even more Inch-pattern FN FALs than the rifles

Does that mean he's getting more FALs than Lee-Enfield?

Honestly I think they could do without the Lee-Enfields. Easier on logistics if you only use NATO standard ammo instead of having to source .303 British from somewhere. FN FAL as your standard rifle, FN Mag for your GPMG, slap a scope on the FAL and bam DMR, M9 or Browning Hi-Power for the pistols. If you want cheap anti tank stuff for Wyverns or Dragons then just get them RPG-7s. Used by NATO, dirt cheap, easy to use and the US makes a clone called the PSRL-1.

As far as armor goes they could get old flak jackets, but in reality just get them plate carriers and standard plates. Not a big ask to get surplus plate carriers or cheap minimalist plate carries and surplus webbing for equipment. Plates themselves you could also get from older stocks or as defensive aid.

Great chapter.

 

[ShadowArxxy]

Honestly I think they could do without the Lee-Enfields. Easier on logistics if you only use NATO standard ammo instead of having to source .303 British from somewhere. FN FAL as your standard rifle, FN Mag for your GPMG, slap a scope on the FAL and bam DMR, M9 or Browning Hi-Power for the pistols.

Lee-Enfields are easy to convert to 7.62x51mm NATO, with the last sniper variants and final production runs in India being built in NATO calibre in the first place.

 

[ATP]

Does that mean he's getting more FALs than Lee-Enfield?

Honestly I think they could do without the Lee-Enfields. Easier on logistics if you only use NATO standard ammo instead of having to source .303 British from somewhere. FN FAL as your standard rifle, FN Mag for your GPMG, slap a scope on the FAL and bam DMR, M9 or Browning Hi-Power for the pistols. If you want cheap anti tank stuff for Wyverns or Dragons then just get them RPG-7s. Used by NATO, dirt cheap, easy to use and the US makes a clone called the PSRL-1.

As far as armor goes they could get old flak jackets, but in reality just get them plate carriers and standard plates. Not a big ask to get surplus plate carriers or cheap minimalist plate carries and surplus webbing for equipment. Plates themselves you could also get from older stocks or as defensive aid.

Great chapter.

Plates could be made by local blacksmitchs,too.

P.S It is cute how Pina still belive,that Richard is King!

 

[charclone]

Does that mean he's getting more FALs than Lee-Enfield?

Honestly I think they could do without the Lee-Enfields. Easier on logistics if you only use NATO standard ammo instead of having to source .303 British from somewhere. FN FAL as your standard rifle, FN Mag for your GPMG, slap a scope on the FAL and bam DMR, M9 or Browning Hi-Power for the pistols. If you want cheap anti tank stuff for Wyverns or Dragons then just get them RPG-7s. Used by NATO, dirt cheap, easy to use and the US makes a clone called the PSRL-1.

As far as armor goes they could get old flak jackets, but in reality just get them plate carriers and standard plates. Not a big ask to get surplus plate carriers or cheap minimalist plate carries and surplus webbing for equipment. Plates themselves you could also get from older stocks or as defensive aid.

Great chapter.

Lee-Enfields are easy to convert to 7.62x51mm NATO, with the last sniper variants and final production runs in India being built in NATO calibre in the first place.

Lee-Enfields they are getting are already converted to NATO ammo, being a mix of the old British ones that had been converted, and the Canadian Rangers ones that are being replaced. The Long Patrol doesn't have a ton of say about what they are getting, and the Lee-Enfields are going to be put into a marksman role, not be used as standard rifles.

Plates and plate carriers are going to be sourced, yes, from surplus, but elements of the Long Patrol are also going to use parts of their own armour, partly because its what they are familiar with, despite the drawbacks. Not official policy, but chainmail covers more than a plate, and can deflect a sword just as well.

Plates could be made by local blacksmitchs,too.

P.S It is cute how Pina still belive,that Richard is King!

Pina thinks he is connected to the king and/or government in a way that would let him influence policy making, partly due to her own cultural biases and privilege. She is a princess, and would have mostly seen nobles with those connections in the Saderan Empire, disproportionately to those that did not have those connections, but were still recognised for their actions.

 

[Solar Mechanis]

Do you have any pictures for how The Long Patrol is gonna end up looking? I imagine it'll be an odd mash up of roman armor with webbing and assault rifles.

 

[charclone]

Do you have any pictures for how The Long Patrol is gonna end up looking? I imagine it'll be an odd mash up of roman armor with webbing and assault rifles.

No pictures, no. I lack the artistic talent, though I am working on improving my sketches.

AI art is very hit or miss and highly dependant on what you train it with as well, something so esoteric would, IMO, be rather hard to get anything decent out of it.

 

[WyrmofFrost]

No pictures, no. I lack the artistic talent, though I am working on improving my sketches.

AI art is very hit or miss and highly dependant on what you train it with as well, something so esoteric would, IMO, be rather hard to get anything decent out of it.

Stable Diffusion goes bbrrrr

Spoiler: I reject your reality and replace it with my own

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[charclone]

Stable Diffusion goes bbrrrr

Spoiler: I reject your reality and replace it with my own

(snipped for size)

Huh. Better than I expected. I mostly use starry.AI, since I find it more flexible, but can be very hit or miss with things that it was not trained on.

Not quite what I had in mind, but its very good.

 

[Solar Mechanis]

Stable Diffusion goes bbrrrr

Spoiler: I reject your reality and replace it with my own

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Fantastic job. This blows my imagination out of the water.

The guns are funky of course, but it's a great reference point.

 

[charclone]

"Well, you're in a happy mood," Hannah commented.

Tara rolled her eyes, as she knew Hannah was just looking to tease her. An old, informal tradition among the Warrior Bunnies was to tease those who had found someone. No one remembered where it came from.

Speaking of informal traditions, the pair had found themselves meeting in the fancier establishment. Tara had initially shied away from the deference she was shown until one of them pointed out it was more a matter of politeness, rather than any sort of 'worthiness' or inherent value difference in their lives.

It had changed little since it had first been established.

The tables were nicer, the chairs now were more heavily cushioned. The quality of the food had increased, as Italica had begun to trade with Alnus, and through Alnus, Earth. It was small and restricted so far, but Tara had both seen what was being sent through, and the money involved. Spices were highly valued, not to mention exotic things such as maple syrup.

At least the Long Patrol would have a steady supply of funding once officially stood up.

Tara sighed and sank into the plush chair. Imported from Earth, she had heard.

She blinked as the food was brought out to them.

"Your food, your majesty." Tara's blinking became owlish, as the server, a Warrior Bunny she didn't recognise, placed the food on the table while referring to her as if she were the queen. The scars around the woman's throat, partially hidden by her clothes, hinted as to why they had never met. One of the recent arrivals was Tara's guess.

"I'm not queen." She blurted out in shock and indignation. How far, she wondered, had the rumours gone, and to what extent had they grown? Some had been funny, if preposterous, but if they were claiming she was queen, then things would quickly get out of hand and in a dangerous fashion.

"Not yet, your majesty." The woman smiled. "But no matter what the tribes vote, there are many that support you, and… when I first arrived, the first thing that I was told was that 'Nay-toe' and the local lord were working with you, Tyuule's sister, to ensure we could celebrate our traditions, while the Empire tried to crush them."

"It wasn't the same as being able to go back to the way things use to be, but… it was so much closer to home than I had felt in three years." The woman bowed. "So, thank you, your majesty. Now, by your leave, I have other duties to attend to."

Dumbstruck, Tara fumbled for a moment, before mimicking a dismissing gesture she had seen Tyuule use in court. As the woman left, Tara stared sightlessly, dumbstruck.

Hannah chewed on her food, a look of amusement on her face.

"You know," She said as she swallowed. "If we don't get some sort of government set up-"

"Don't." Tara snapped. "Just… don't. I…"

Hannah's face twisted from amusement to concern as she saw Tara shiver.

"… the stories about the Gate… it rarely stays open long." Tara resumed, after a moment to collect herself. "What happens if it closes?"

"… NATO would go home if it could before that," Hannah answered after a moment's thought. "Why? What brought this up?"

"I saw Radya, just as she was released from the hospital. She's overseeing the current festival for today." Tara explained, her face pained. "She… reminded me of the stories when I asked her what she thought about the other factions. She explained she didn't want to rely on NATO when it could leave in a moment."

Hannah snorted.

"So, your afraid of things collapsing suddenly if NATO disappears?" Hannah paused and looked at her friend. "No… you don't care about being queen…. Richard. Your worried about what he would do… that's why you pushed ahead and-"

"Not that far just… some personal time." Tara cut her friend off. "But… yes. I… I honestly think I would prefer to stay on Earth with him if the Gate closed."

Hannah stared.

Tara flinched as the silence grew.

---

Strike, parry, riposte.

Richard's flamberge flicked through the air as he moved through a sequence.

Block, parry, feint, strike.

His breathing was heavy, and his clothes beneath his black armour clung to him, glued to his body by his sweat.

The metal glinted in the sun as he moved, and the mail clattered.

Beneath his armet-style helm, he grinned. It wasn't just the events that had transpired yesterday with Tara, but it was also how this was what he enjoyed. He enjoyed the feeling of his armour, the weight of his sword in his hands. The control and skill required.

The field around him was often used by the Long Patrol when they trained, mostly keeping up their old skills from when the handful of them were still Saderan soldiers. Today, it was nearly abandoned, which was why Richard chose now to use it.

The grass had long been torn away by many feet, replaced by dirt and sand. Wooden fences formed the perimeter of the training field, while a few storage sheds surrounded it, and kept it relatively private.

Richard paused when he caught sight, through the slits and holes of his helm, of Major Edgar Johnston approaching from between two of the sheds.

Richard sighed at the sight of his father's old friend and set about removing his helm. The sword went back into its sheath to be maintained later. His stomach sank with dread.

"So, it was my sister that I saw yesterday?" He called, leaning against the fence as he rested.

Edgar winced.

"Yeah… sorry, just found out she was let through. General Jameson didn't know about your history." He rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He had been present for one of the fights between them in the past. "Unfortunately, she isn't here as your sister but as a representative of one of the companies from the 'States that is being considered as a supplier for the Long Patrol."

Richard winced.

"You sure we can't just look for a company still making old… I don't know, British redcoats?"

"They own the company that makes stuff like that, yeah, along with other military surplus." Edgar sighed. "Unfortunately, you need to talk to her, as that company is offering a way better deal than any of the others, especially with boots. Your sister causes problems though, I'll make sure she's back on Earth by the end of the day."

"Meaning, I need to talk to her today!" Richard's armoured fist struck the wooden post of the fence. "Alright, when, where, and do I have enough time to at least shower and change?"

---

Anne scowled as she waited.

Her brother was… not someone she liked. He was lazy, wasted his time on outdated things, paid little attention to the modern world, and would rather be out playing in the woods pretending he was a knight, an outdated and childish concept itself, rather than put any work in to gain in the world.

He wasted time on ancient history, rather than with creating modern history.

Yet, somehow, he had become famous, while she was working on it.

It wasn't fair, in her mind.

Unfortunately, corporate had ignored her protests and complaints. She was his sister, and they wanted to use that to get ahead of their competitors, on top of their better prices. Her boss had even implied it would hurt her future prospects if she didn't stop, suck it up, and get the deal signed.

It nearly drove her to drink.

At least she wouldn't be in this filthy backwater place for long, and watching some of the locals move around in their style of dress had given her fashion ideas she could use.

She glanced at her watch.

Richard was running late.

It was about what she expected.

She leaned back in the chair and continued to wait. Plastic, mass-produced, and thankfully clean, unlike the seats she had seen in the town.

Why Richard was content to work in this place was beyond her, but at least the office NATO had set up was properly done, albeit soulless.

The front door clacked open.

Anne glanced at it, noted that it was another one of those bunnygirl locals entering, and went back to waiting, the girl dismissed from her mind.

"Sister," Richard grunted.

Anne sat up, startled, and blinked. She noted the girl was hovering behind Richard, armed with a sword on her hip. Some sort of bodyguard? She had heard Richard was seen as important somehow by the locals, and there was a man in armour just outside the door as well.

"Brother." She forced on a false smile. "I'm not happy with this situation either. So, what would it take to convince you to accept the deal?"

He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"Depends on what the deal is." He gestured to the stairs. "Let's talk in my office."

---

"Nope, that doesn't work." Richard shook his head. "Way beyond our price limit. We don't need to be fashionable, just presentable, and practical. We can use military surplus if we need to."

His hair was wet, Anne noted. Must have been off playing until someone forced him to come see her.

She was a little surprised it hadn't taken days.

"I can personally guarantee the quality." She began.

"Custom fitted? Seriously?" Richard snorted, not bothering to look at her as he stared at the suggested deal. "Fits with the usual bullshit you pulled."

"Bull…" Anne gaped. "I was trying to help with Mom!"

"At interest rates that I couldn't afford. For paying for your own mother's health!" Richard stood, leaning over his desk.

"I had to be sure you wouldn't waste it on scrap metal for… toys and garbage!" She snapped back. "How else could I have done that!?"

"Well for one, trusted me! I'm still paying for Mom's care, by myself. You never tried, beyond those exploitative offers!" He roared. "When was the last time you bothered to care about anyone besides yourself!?"

"How dare you!" Anne hissed.

The pair of them glared angrily at each other for several moments.

A young British Lt. coughed from the doorway.

"I'll just… leave these here." He placed the papers in his hands on Richard's desk before making himself scarce.

Richard blinked and collapsed into his chair.

"You really think it's toys and garbage?" Richard snorted. "Look outside, these people considered that stuff more advanced than most of what they had."

"They are… primitive. Of course, they think metalworking is impressive." She shrugged, failing to see his point. "Honestly, I'm surprised you were able to scrape together enough money for Mom."

"There are differences between the cloth of the 19th and 20th centuries, yes? Well, the locals are used to the Roman and… a mix of various ages of medieval technology." Richard went on. "There are degrees of variation in technology. Modern metalworking is leagues ahead, even when mimicking late medieval technology."

"And why is that relevant? Yes, the cloth and fashions of the 19th and 20th centuries differed."

"You consider that significant?"

"… sort of. It led to modern fashion, something that is important."

"Nearly all technology is an evolution of the past's." Richard explained. He leaned back and closed his eyes. "My degree is in medieval history. Do you know how complex it was to just get steel? Now, it's everywhere on Earth. In practically everything."

Richard rubbed his eyes.

"Starting to go off on a tangent. Worked at a museum to pay for mom's bill, and had others help." He sighed. "My point was that it is important to remember because it is part of history. A step that was taken to get where we are today. We forget that, and we would need to reinvent it if it became needed again."

Anne frowned.

"And that relates to our argument how?"

Richard looked at her. He looked tired.

"I want you gone; you want to be gone. So, why are you giving us an asinine deal?"

"Corporate told me to present it first."

"Dumbasses."

"Yeah. They didn't care to listen when I told them it would be a bad idea to send me."

Richard snorted.

"So, no deal, or can you agree to a more reasonable deal that partially screws them over?"

Anne pursed her lips.

"I'm not going to hurt my career." She tapped her chin. "But… give me an hour to draw something up."

Richard nodded.

"Hey, you know Dad was the one that introduced me to the medieval stuff, right?" He said after a moment.

Anne winced.

"Yeah, I know. It's just, you seemed so focused on it, at the expense of other things."

"I enjoyed it. Never saw why you enjoyed fashion. It's… art. Not making clothes, or making better clothes, but instead making as flashy and impractical clothes as possible."

"It's art. It doesn't need to be practical." Anne felt her face twitch.

 

[charclone]

Stable Diffusion goes bbrrrr

Spoiler: I reject your reality and replace it with my own

(snip for size)

Honestly, its grown a little on me. Feel free to keep posting this sort of stuff if you feel like it.

BTW, are you running SD in your computer? I've been looking at doing it myself, but am a little confused by parts of the instructions.

 

[WyrmofFrost]

Honestly, its grown a little on me. Feel free to keep posting this sort of stuff if you feel like it.

BTW, are you running SD in your computer? I've been looking at doing it myself, but am a little confused by parts of the instructions.

yep running it natively on my laptop, SD is not easy but there are a few different guides to make it work. Especially if your not a code monkey and use the Automatic111 webpage GUI to do most of work. You have to figure things out settings wise for generation because each SD installation is unique to your gpu so even if you plug in the same thing as someone else did you won't get the same output. Have to do a lot of tinkering and gut feelings to get something you want but once you do it is pretty smooth sailings

 

[Bear Ribs]

Honestly, its grown a little on me. Feel free to keep posting this sort of stuff if you feel like it.

BTW, are you running SD in your computer? I've been looking at doing it myself, but am a little confused by parts of the instructions.

I do a bit of AI stuff too, if you need help I posted a detailed set of instructions in the AI art thread and I can probably help you get it going.

 

[charclone]

I do a bit of AI stuff too, if you need help I posted a detailed set of instructions in the AI art thread and I can probably help you get it going.

Cool. Can I get a link to the thread?

 

[ATP]

So,his sister is from company which want to sell faschionable uniforms? they really are idiots.
But,Tara and Richard really do not want to rule anytching - WHICH MEAN,that they would be Kings !

 

[Bear Ribs]

Cool. Can I get a link to the thread?

Artwork - Messing around with AI, A Art thread.

So thanks to @Baughn I got my hands on Disco Diffusion. And decided to make an art thread just like them. Here's what I've generated so far. I also tried doing one based of an image. Original Image: The Armored Titan by Ryan Ottley. Also did some stuff on Wombo Dream.

www.the-sietch.com

 

[charclone]

So,his sister is from company which want to sell faschionable uniforms? they really are idiots.
But,Tara and Richard really do not want to rule anytching - WHICH MEAN,that they would be Kings !

Not fashionable, but they want to have a monopoly on being the ones to make the uniforms. They also screwed up in how they did the opening bid. They assumed they would be dealing with someone familiar with negotiating tactics, and would negotiate down from the crazy offer, rather than reject it out of hand as Richard did.

Next chapter, whenever that gets posted, mentions what was hashed out, but basically, the Long Patrol is getting simple Dress Uniforms for cheap.

 

[ATP]

Not fashionable, but they want to have a monopoly on being the ones to make the uniforms. They also screwed up in how they did the opening bid. They assumed they would be dealing with someone familiar with negotiating tactics, and would negotiate down from the crazy offer, rather than reject it out of hand as Richard did.

Next chapter, whenever that gets posted, mentions what was hashed out, but basically, the Long Patrol is getting simple Dress Uniforms for cheap.

Good for them,but,considering only uniforms,locals could do that by themselves.
For example,in poland we have uprising against germans in 1919 in Poznań - we win,and local people raised army there - weapon was buyed and later captured from germans,but uniforms mostly made by locals.
There is no reasons,why locals in Alnus Hill could not do the same.

 

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Good for them,but,considering only uniforms,locals could do that by themselves.
For example,in poland we have uprising against germans in 1919 in Poznań - we win,and local people raised army there - weapon was buyed and later captured from germans,but uniforms mostly made by locals.
There is no reasons,why locals in Alnus Hill could not do the same.

Lack of local industry and knowledge, for one. Yes, it could be done, and going forwards, it likely would be, say if they needed to suddenly have a larger number of uniforms do to the Saderans breaking out into a civil war.

Plus, Earth industry is, for now, cheaper. Long term, in future years beyond this story, there would be domestic production.