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17 September 2004 @ 09:16 am
New Concept for Fantassy Friday!  
All right, folks, today's image by Frank Frazetta really set my mind to wondering what sort of story was it inspired by. So, tell me the story of this painting. I want to hear as many stories as you all are willing to give me for it.

pyrotechnical wizard of doomarcheon on September 17th, 2004 06:46 am (UTC)
isn't that concept art for Battlestar Galactica?
Diary of an Ass Monkey: blueassmonkeydiary on September 17th, 2004 09:03 am (UTC)
Hmmm..... you make a good point.... Perhaps it was a planned spinoff entitled "Battlestar Girlactica"
asstronaut on September 17th, 2004 07:13 am (UTC)
Inter-Asteroid war had decimated the population of the Rutosk Cluster. What had begun as a highly ritualized border skirmish over a few dull planetoids lacking water, ore, plant life or any desireable resource had grown in to a perpertual war, with each cluster manning raiding parties, looting ships and fuel, and ever seeking revenge for fallen brothers, fathers, sons and barrackmates. By the Fifth Collective Treaty, most able bodied men of the Rutosk Cluster had been lost in battle.

And so it was that on the morning when Cruisers from the Paratin Cluster were spotted lurking outside the mineports and landing platforms, a few tired veterans, skin sagging and muscles lax, hopelessly boarded their Interceptors. Not managing to fill a quarter of the cockpits of the once numerous battalion, the septagenarian army prepared to meet its death.

Moments after their departure, the women, having long been drafted but restricted to their home base, found themselves without a higher command. Lynska studied the pinpoint lights signalling battle in the distance. Her face was as hard as her Rutoskian features would allow. The an unnaturally strong breeze in the thin atmosphere whipped her hair. Months of dissatisfaction had been building in her.

"Today we begin our own war," she cried. "First we take Paratin, then we take their men!"
Diary of an Ass Monkey: greenassmonkeydiary on September 17th, 2004 12:29 pm (UTC)
"I just wish it wasn't so hard to run in these tight pants, Lynska!"

"Suck it up, lieutenant, your ass looks great. You'll probably come home with three or four Paratisian husbands."

(Anonymous) on September 17th, 2004 03:08 pm (UTC)
Prattlestar Lesbiactica
xonvaldezxonvaldez on September 20th, 2004 05:35 am (UTC)
It was a dark and stormy night. Shirley and the girls thought their new Wonder bras made their jumpsuits look especially fetching. It was ladies night at Big Dicks and they were off to get a front row seat. Xonvaldez was going to be doing his famous "snake dance" and they had to stop and get some cash at the ATM.
(Anonymous) on September 20th, 2004 03:41 pm (UTC)
your basic space opera
Lt. Avreel of the Planet Laveen tightened her helmet's chinstrap. "They're coming." she said.
"I know." said Cpt. Uma.
"Do we have time for, for one last ... " she couldn't continue, and she dropped her huge brown eyes in a fear she could not voice.
Uma looked down at her tenderly. "Yes, Avy. There is always time to crush each other in one final embrace, tongue and lips desperately searching, our tissue thin suede flight uniforms threatening to burst at their puny seams."
"Oh, good." said Avreel, and two more of their lusty compatriots decided to join them in the shadows under their ships.