Mad Lemmey's Painting Blog

As the Diplomatic Droid hit Mac One flying down the corridor, he was glad he had swapped consciousness to a Mk 17 combat droid chassis. It cycled through weapons choices as intruder alarms blared, red lights flashed, and his comms flared. +++DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++ The Mk 17 had enough firepower to take down an newly adult Auran, so if any other species had launched a raid in the Embassy, this was going to be a painful experience for them. +++REPEAT: DO NOT ENTER MEDICAL+++ Suit shields were raised to help decelerate him, thankfully before he crashed into the reinforced metal door that secured the embassy medical centre. The droid's manipulation fields flared to cut away the wall surrounding the door (it was easier),. Dust quickly filled the corridor, followed, unexpectedly, by steam. The next thing the Droid saw was wall of brackish water, engulfing it's shields, and nearly pushing him backwards. Someone was teleporting in water, and it was now obvious who. "Told you he w...

The Ambassador let out a gasp. Then it was followed by the rest of the air in his lungs as he, and an awful lot of blood filled water, fell the three metres from below the Embassy formal meeting room ceiling onto the ornate floor, narrowly missing an antique consulate sofa by inches. He lay, stunned in a puddle, lifting his head and rolling onto one good arm as he struggled towards the velvety coach. "Glad to see you return in one piece," the Diplomatic drone buzzed in, "I trust your unscheduled meeting with the Auran Emperor went well?" "Uuuurgh," the Ambassador groaned, slowly pulling himself onto the sofa with his one arm, clutching his side and wincing from a shoulder that should not have been in that position, "Medic..!" "Did you gain any insight into the Auran fleet and their tactics?" The drone busied itself tiding objects that did not need tidying across the room. The bloodied water was soaking into the approximation of a marble...

"Now, my friends, our honoured guests from the Humans have prepared a presentation about one of their latest border squabbles that we hacked their deep space surveillance feeds and intercepted. Our feeds appear to have been compromised from two directions, so we will be rather limited in our viewpoint, but I'm sure the Ambassador will be able to explain and cope." The Auren Emperor floated in his dining tank, surrounded by many of his family and closest acquaintances. "How am I supposed to not break eye contact with a whole pool full of senior Aurens?" This was the first time any human had been invited to such a feast, and it was considered a major diplomatic breakthrough, somehow, the Ambassador had the feeling that was being set up for him to become the starter. On screen, a volume of space appeared in 3d, with various assets highlighted in Auren script. Several fleets were closing around an asteroid belt. The Ambassador did not recognise the system, but he co...

The ambassador peeled himself slowly from the cavity he had just made in the wall, possible broken ribs, and he was sure that his arm should not bend in that direction. "That was an act of belligerence, that was war! Earth Central will put our fleets on alert. We cannot stand this insult!" The (heavily armoured) diplomatic drone fluttered nearby. "Oh, be quiet drone!" the Emperor's voice echoed in his head. He still wasn't sure how the drone heard it, but it fluttered backwards, avoiding the tentacle the zoomed past it's front.It was learning to avoid these blows, after, what was it, sixth new chassis? The Auran Emperor, resplendent in a newly fabbed tank of seawater, floated where at least two stories of the embassy had once stood. "I was only patting the Ambassador on the back for his fine decision!" Once, long ago, actually about half-an-hour and a wall ago, the Ambassador had been soundly asleep, but had, again, been roused from his slumbe...