Infiltration (Dark Times RPG and MOC)
After joining Fractured Kingdoms I found that I was building a lot of medieval builds, which can be a little tiring if that's the only thing you're building for a while. The solution for this problem - join another RPG, this time Star Wars related. There are a few LEGO Star Wars RPGs, including Dark Times, The Survivors, and Factions. I settled on Dark Times because I found the general idea and era in which it's set interesting. Similarly to my Fractured Kingdoms MOCs, I shall be writing short stories to go with my MOCs that describe the latest adventure of my character - in this case Marcus Bender; a skilled smuggler from Cato Neimoidia. I know, the name is the same as one of the troopers from the blog's comic - and he looks exactly the same as him, but I'm telling you guys - this is someone completely different. I didn't really use any special techniques in this MOC, however I did do a few things in this MOC that I hadn't done before. For example; this is the first MOC where I used clips to mount a control console to a wall. This also the first MOC in a while where I used 1x2 grille/slopes upside down, attaching them using minifigure hands.
Approximate build time: 2.5 hours
Number of pieces: about 750
Availability of the pieces: Most of the pieces are rather common, however the printed droid terminal is a relatively hard to come by - the 2x2 tile on which it is printed is not rare itself.
Favorite part of the build process: Building the base of the model - I like how all the bricks fit together to form a seamless platform. Another plus is that the platform is split into two levels - another fun detail that actually adds to the overall look of the model.
Level of difficulty: I suppose moderate. After all, no complex techniques were used.
Below is the story that went along with this MOC for the RPG:
I had received information about a special job issued by an anonymous client. Although relatively dangerous, if the reward for this job is half as much as he says it was, I won't have to take on another job for the next few months.
I was to infiltrate a top secret imperial base on Mygeeto where supposedly our beloved rulers were working on a new energy source and take down as many security measures as possible. At 1500 hours I was supposed to have made it easy enough for a child causing an annoying racket to go in the front entrance, reach the new energy sources, stuck there tongue out at the security cameras, and waltz back out - a feat worthy of ripping off Vader's cape. Which, coincidentally is why I'm totally nonplussed - I had done so at a small bar on Cato Neimoidia; or, at least I though I did. I had drank a lot of blue milk that night. If you ask me, some high-and-mighty imperial official probably put us up to this job to see just how good his security was set up. Then again, it might just be a trap to capture some of the galaxy's best smugglers. I wouldn't be surprised if on arrival I found a platoon waiting for me at each entrance.
Upon arriving I found that there was only one entrance to the hidden base, cleverly hid from view by a large snowbank. I found it easily however - the enormous energy readings emitting from there were too large to be natural (The only other explanation would have been a gigantic stash of Kyber crystals hidden underneath the snow, which was highly improbable).
Well, as it turned out, there was a platoon waiting at the entrance, although I don't think it had anything to do with me - two soldiers were having a duel over some rations. Unbelievable. They should just become smugglers - if you do it right it's high-paying and you get into a whole let less duels. Granted, there is a lot of running thinking involved, and somehow I can't see an imperial trooper doing anything but getting hit square in the chest and missing a point-blank shot.
Anyway, the blocked entrance wasn't a problem - I don't usually use the front door when entering any building - it's too obvious. I quickly located a small, unprotected ventilation shaft - very useful for entering without being noticed.
I slid down the shaft and found myself in what seemed to be a control complex. I hastily ducked behind a control panel to avoid being spotted by a passing sentry. Problem was, after he left the room, another fella' entered. He walked over to a wall and just sort of leaned against it for a while. Not wanting to alert him, I didn't dare move.
"Dang Nerf Herder," I muttered under my breath. I couldn't use my blaster - I had forgotten my silencer and as skilled as I am, I really didn't want to alert every single unit in the base and engage them in a fire-fight. I waited for fifteen minutes. By the third minute I had already gotten a cramp in both my legs and it took all of my will-power to stop myself from crying out in pain. After another five minutes of incredible pain, I decided to take the risk of alerting the trooper and started heading toward the room's exit. After all, at any moment a trooper could enter from the other side of the room and spot me. I slowly crawled farther down the control panel, which was harder than it sounded after having spent the last twenty minutes in a sitting position.
I chanced a look at the trooper by revealing my head for a split second. He still seemed unaware of my presence. I decided to do something very risky that I normally wouldn't have done. But seriously; after spending half an hour in an imperial base doing nothing and having two horrible cramps, resorting to drastic measures is perfectly justified.
I took a deep breath and ran as fast as I could (which given how I had spent the last half hour wasn't very fast) across the room right up to the unsuspecting trooper. I raised my blaster and pointed it right at him - no effect. I actually had to rap on his helmet to get his attention. Even then he seemed a little confused - I had a feeling he wasn't concentrating on the present situation at all. He muttered a couple of words and slid down the wall to the floor without me laying a finger on him. That's when I heard him snore and realization dawned on me. I had spent those last twenty minutes of pain, lying in fear of being spotted by a sleeping trooper.
Angrily, I trudged out of the room by the nearest exit and found myself in what looked like a storage room. I briefly looked around. After seeing that there was no other exit than the one I had just entered by, a returned to the room I was now so familiar with. I decided I was in need of a guide or map to help locate the security control room - my energy-tracking device was of no use here as I wasn't trying to reach the energy sources themselves. I tried once again to rouse the sleeping trooper (I was a little more aggressive this time). Thankfully, I succeeded and I immediately asked him of the whereabouts of the security control room.
"We're in it, aren't we?" he replied, then let out an enormous yawn.
"And which of these computers would I use to turn off the security measures around the new energy sources?" I asked.
The sleepy trooper pointed to the control panel that I had been hiding behind for those painful twenty minutes.
I can't really remember what happened next: I was too angry. I believe I hacked into the computer, shut off the security systems and got out of there as fast as possible. If all goes well, I will never return to that imperial compound - too many negative memories.
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Approximate build time: 2.5 hours
Number of pieces: about 750
Availability of the pieces: Most of the pieces are rather common, however the printed droid terminal is a relatively hard to come by - the 2x2 tile on which it is printed is not rare itself.
Favorite part of the build process: Building the base of the model - I like how all the bricks fit together to form a seamless platform. Another plus is that the platform is split into two levels - another fun detail that actually adds to the overall look of the model.
Level of difficulty: I suppose moderate. After all, no complex techniques were used.
Below is the story that went along with this MOC for the RPG:
I had received information about a special job issued by an anonymous client. Although relatively dangerous, if the reward for this job is half as much as he says it was, I won't have to take on another job for the next few months.
I was to infiltrate a top secret imperial base on Mygeeto where supposedly our beloved rulers were working on a new energy source and take down as many security measures as possible. At 1500 hours I was supposed to have made it easy enough for a child causing an annoying racket to go in the front entrance, reach the new energy sources, stuck there tongue out at the security cameras, and waltz back out - a feat worthy of ripping off Vader's cape. Which, coincidentally is why I'm totally nonplussed - I had done so at a small bar on Cato Neimoidia; or, at least I though I did. I had drank a lot of blue milk that night. If you ask me, some high-and-mighty imperial official probably put us up to this job to see just how good his security was set up. Then again, it might just be a trap to capture some of the galaxy's best smugglers. I wouldn't be surprised if on arrival I found a platoon waiting for me at each entrance.
Upon arriving I found that there was only one entrance to the hidden base, cleverly hid from view by a large snowbank. I found it easily however - the enormous energy readings emitting from there were too large to be natural (The only other explanation would have been a gigantic stash of Kyber crystals hidden underneath the snow, which was highly improbable).
Well, as it turned out, there was a platoon waiting at the entrance, although I don't think it had anything to do with me - two soldiers were having a duel over some rations. Unbelievable. They should just become smugglers - if you do it right it's high-paying and you get into a whole let less duels. Granted, there is a lot of running thinking involved, and somehow I can't see an imperial trooper doing anything but getting hit square in the chest and missing a point-blank shot.
Anyway, the blocked entrance wasn't a problem - I don't usually use the front door when entering any building - it's too obvious. I quickly located a small, unprotected ventilation shaft - very useful for entering without being noticed.
I slid down the shaft and found myself in what seemed to be a control complex. I hastily ducked behind a control panel to avoid being spotted by a passing sentry. Problem was, after he left the room, another fella' entered. He walked over to a wall and just sort of leaned against it for a while. Not wanting to alert him, I didn't dare move.
"Dang Nerf Herder," I muttered under my breath. I couldn't use my blaster - I had forgotten my silencer and as skilled as I am, I really didn't want to alert every single unit in the base and engage them in a fire-fight. I waited for fifteen minutes. By the third minute I had already gotten a cramp in both my legs and it took all of my will-power to stop myself from crying out in pain. After another five minutes of incredible pain, I decided to take the risk of alerting the trooper and started heading toward the room's exit. After all, at any moment a trooper could enter from the other side of the room and spot me. I slowly crawled farther down the control panel, which was harder than it sounded after having spent the last twenty minutes in a sitting position.
I chanced a look at the trooper by revealing my head for a split second. He still seemed unaware of my presence. I decided to do something very risky that I normally wouldn't have done. But seriously; after spending half an hour in an imperial base doing nothing and having two horrible cramps, resorting to drastic measures is perfectly justified.
I took a deep breath and ran as fast as I could (which given how I had spent the last half hour wasn't very fast) across the room right up to the unsuspecting trooper. I raised my blaster and pointed it right at him - no effect. I actually had to rap on his helmet to get his attention. Even then he seemed a little confused - I had a feeling he wasn't concentrating on the present situation at all. He muttered a couple of words and slid down the wall to the floor without me laying a finger on him. That's when I heard him snore and realization dawned on me. I had spent those last twenty minutes of pain, lying in fear of being spotted by a sleeping trooper.
Angrily, I trudged out of the room by the nearest exit and found myself in what looked like a storage room. I briefly looked around. After seeing that there was no other exit than the one I had just entered by, a returned to the room I was now so familiar with. I decided I was in need of a guide or map to help locate the security control room - my energy-tracking device was of no use here as I wasn't trying to reach the energy sources themselves. I tried once again to rouse the sleeping trooper (I was a little more aggressive this time). Thankfully, I succeeded and I immediately asked him of the whereabouts of the security control room.
"We're in it, aren't we?" he replied, then let out an enormous yawn.
"And which of these computers would I use to turn off the security measures around the new energy sources?" I asked.
The sleepy trooper pointed to the control panel that I had been hiding behind for those painful twenty minutes.
I can't really remember what happened next: I was too angry. I believe I hacked into the computer, shut off the security systems and got out of there as fast as possible. If all goes well, I will never return to that imperial compound - too many negative memories.
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| My MOC with the Dark Times logo |
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| A close-up on my character |
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| Control consoles being held on by clips |
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| A birds-eye view of the model |
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