The enemies of freedom will be very well illuminated when they succumb.
About this creation
Function: Hacer cosas ir "BOOM."
Gravitic displacement: 10.11121314 Megazorks.
Reactor: Random Electric RE-18 Freem Suspension Turbine.
Fuel: Burny things.
Computer System: Just crashed.
Sensor Systems: Nav o' tron, Scan o' tron, Bizzare o' tron, Bizzare o' Nav, Tron o' tron...
Engine Systems: 2 Type-4 fusion thingies.
Crew: Pilot and his fuzzy dice.
Weapons: 1 CC-18 Dual Frap Cannon turret.
2 External hard points for Explode o' Ray missiles and such.
1 Type-18 shield projector: Globe diameter= 28*Pi Meters.
Operating Parameters: X and Y acceleration, 148º per second, Roll rate, 141º per second, Z acceleration, 601kps^2, Hyperthrusters allow for travel in the 5th dimension.
I have begun to realize a truth about SPACE builders; they don't like long back-stories. Instead I shall give you reprieve and write on this ships construction. I first decided to build this ship when I was swooshing around a staple remover. I decided that it actually looked pretty good, and perhaps I would try to build a lego ship around that look. Over the week I worked on a concept design when I could. When I was finished, the product was:
(A): Large.
(B): Fragile.
(C): Not cool looking.
It was back to the drawing board. Luckily it occurred to me that I might turn the ship on its side, which would allow me more freedom. After a short build period, I came up with a satisfactory design. Looking at it, I decided that it looked rather PCS, so I constructed a PCS-ish (lacking the right torso and hip) minifig, gave the ship blue highlights, and the finished model is displayed below.
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Top view. I guess this could be a Victorian fighter as well.
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Coming at you. Not a flattering view, but neccesary.
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Worst. Picture. Ever...though the grass blades look pretty good.
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The greebleage around the engines. I finally found a use for those minifig stretchers. Yay!
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It's indecent how all those swoosh-fighters go around showing thier undersides to the whole world like this.
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Our brave pilot, Tink McBhlam stands beside his fighter.
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An early shot of the ship zooming away froom a doomed planet. In the text, the ship is refered to as the T.I.N.K, a name I eventually borrowed for the ship's pilot. Oh well, I guess we had better get out of the way too.
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