Rudi
for Aiko 3 "DAEDALUS"
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The sun had just started to weave its way through the complex SkyLand Cluster as the lone figure stepped out onto one of the many platforms jutting out under the haphazard conglomeration she called home. The only other object on this platform was a single vehicle which despite its beat up, half finished look, she couldn't help looking at with a mothers pride. The shell had been salvaged from a sky speeder that had in its previous life been one of the sleekest models available though it had seen better days, her modifications designed to allow maximum cargo along with as much speed as she could muster gave the machine a half finished look. No matter how rough it looked her pride was based on the fact that she had built the vehicle completely on her own from scrap salvaged with her own hands.
Though the local militia in their sleek mass manufactured catamaran gunships
never lost a chance to deride scrapper vehicles like hers, she wondered
what they would think if she ever showed them how much power she was able
squeeze out of her "Rustbucket".
Rudi was a petite young woman barely out of her teens, her orphan status
didn't even give her a clan name to claim allegiance with. Many of the
scrappers figured she was too young and too small for the dangers of scrapping.
Her response was always to brush off those comments as irrelevant, as
considering her position in society it is the only thing she can do short
of begging on the streets, joining the military, or selling her body none
of which was appealing to her. It was a sad state of affairs that if you
don't have family your chances of owning enough surface to make a living
farming are practically nil. Not that she would have any intention of
settling down to become a farmer even if she could, she loved the thrills
of the scrappers life too much to consider giving it up.
Rudi's hair was cut short in a boyish no nonsense cut, though it was seldom
seen as she was never without the tight flying helmet that had become
her trademark. Other than that she was wearing her usual outfit consisting
of heavy ground boots with thick soles, trousers tucked into the thigh
high boots and the long flying jacket which had been all the rage 50 years
back but was now considered rather quaint, in all she looked like an anachronism
from a bygone era but it was a look she liked over the more modern getups
that either mimicked the military or the wealthy styles, both of which
she sneered at.
Rudi plopped down onto her belly at the edge of the platform and peered
out over the edge. The drop of a few thousand feet before her might phase
most people but for someone who grew up playing tag in the latticed under-structures
of these SkyLands, the height held no fears.
She scanned the horizons looking for any trace of old ground cities where
perhaps a bit of metal or even better intact machinery, might be found.
This was the purpose of her life to glean out the detritus of the human
race's previous existence.
Once long ago people had populated the continents of the earth in the
billions she had been told, and the evidence was there to see. So many
crumbling ground communities that in the hundreds of years since mankind
was forced to the skies there was still valuable metal for the civilian
Scrappers to pick up wherever you looked. The metal was so valuable because
it was now pretty much impossible to mine for new ore, and smelting (which
was controlled by the military) had to be done on a very small scale.
The caustic mists that still roamed the surface of the earth had become
more and more deadly and now was a death sentence to any who breathed
it other than the Brutal half human creatures that somehow had developed
a resistance to the stuff.
The Scrappers eaked out their existence, sometimes with the joy of the
freedom it offered, sometimes with the dream of the one big score that
would net them enough to buy their way into polite society. The life of
a scrapper was hard, often fatal, if it wasn't the Creatures constantly
stalking them on the ground it was the mist threatening to themselves.
Features:
A3Rudi_Jacket (.cr2s and .obj)
A3Rudi_Pants (.cr2s and .obj)
A3Rudi_Top (.cr2s and .obj)
A3Rudi_Boots (.cr2s and .obj)
A3Rudi_Goggles (.cr2s and .obj)
A3Rudi_HeadGear (.cr2s and .obj)
Included Morphs
- Muscular Full body morph
- Full Figure Full body morph
- Realistic Full body morph
- Stylized Full body morph
- Young Full body morph
- Voluptuous Full body morph
- Open Jacket Full body morph
- Hide Jacket Belt Full body morph
- Pull Jacket Back Full Body morph
4 texture sets 2 seperate styles each with a clean and stained version, with Fully Detailed Texture maps, including Bump, formatted for P4, PP-P6