Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Spring back to life!

Thought I'd post something new on this here cool ol' site. New Jones Zoda picture + updates on the comic. The fight has begun!

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Harbinger

The comic that somewhat started this dynamic site has now begun. Check out some stuffs from it.

Thursday, September 14, 2006

HEY HEY!

So people, I thought I'd post something about Harbinger. It's kind of in a cryogenic tube waiting to be awakened at the moment. (In other words, I've once again misplaced the prototype cover and would rather not start without something to look off of.) While ya wait, Stay frosty folks. IWraithI

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Sanchu

Here's a new pencil guy. Kinda wierd.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

New guys

Couple new ones.

Monday, June 19, 2006

New Drawingz

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Exile 10.5

Exile .10.5 [left this out of .10]
A girl—the girl, years later, wearing a helmet and holding the Jedi training lightsaber tentatively in her grip, trying to see through the helmet rather then intuit through the Force. She was hit with another training lightsaber and she fell to the ground, holding the burnt arm and crying. Flash. A young woman, obviously Valecka now, perhaps a few years before the present day, kneeling at the dead body of a Kel Dor Jedi Master. His body fading from view behind a veil of blurry water, seeping down from the eyes . . Ikeeriot felt his own images and memories whipping around him, soaring high about them both and expanding into the same flash-separated sequences. No! He thought urgently. If she FINDS OUT! His eyes bulged and he was back ‘awake’ staring into the wide-eyed into Valecka’s eyes. Did she see Uban? He thought. By the Force what have I done? Did she see them all? "Iker?" She asked. Her voice was trembling and now her features were melting into a mixture of pain and revelation. "Are you?" "I was." Ikeeriot tried to amend. "You were them?" She sneered, not knowing what else to say. "No, no. Maybe then, but not now, Valecka. The Jedi I left with is back on Xolatis and he is in force. Believe me when I say this—you and I can destroy them and alleviate the final Jedi threat." Valecka’s eyes seemed to recognize the hope in Ikeeriot’s own eyes. "You really are with us? You’ve turned fully and completely?" Ikeeriot nodded. "I have. When I nearly killed Darchind with Force Lightning—I could never walk away from that power. Not even if that meant having to act as though I was with the other Jedi again. I am committed to the Sith." "The Sith." Valecka repeated, somehow disappointed. Clenching his teeth, Ikeeriot felt a pit in his stomach appear. A strand of Valecka’s blonde hair obscured her face, dividing it down the middle, one half shadow, one half light. He leaned forward the best he could while sitting as he was and pressed the strand away to the side of her head, revealing her face only swathed in shadows. His immediate disappointment was covered by her lips brushing against his, then she was kissing him. Clapping and laughing. Maniacal laughing. "Good!" Lord Darchind laughed from behind them. "Ahahaha! Good! What a foolish little Jedi you are, Ikeeriot!" Valecka started at the laugh and was immediately at her feet. Ikeeriot, sensing a similar need to stand did so slowly, kneeling first and then standing rigidly. "It is true, Lord Darchind. Your planet is facing a resurgence of Revolutionaries and Jedi. If you do not take what information I have seriously, you will be knee deep in a Republic sponsored insurrection." Lord Darchind kept on laughing. It died down eventually. "If I were to believe you? What evidence do you have of this?!" "I can hand you Anduil Siron and his Jedi Outcaste on a royal platter." Ikeeriot said. He narrowed his eyes and smiled.