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Bale Andros (826) - Storyboard, ink, shading
Aylin Sajark (14505) - Flat colors, panel composition (Panel 9)
Zentru'la (5951) - Text adaptation, typesetting

Software used: Photoshop

100% original art by our team.

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Team:
Essik Lyccane - 14751 (Lettering)
Lu'aisha Gresee - 13090 (Backgrounds)
Jafits Skrumm - 7764 (Space art)
V'yr Vorsa - 6463 (Characters)

Resources: Ansel Hsiao (starships), moddb.com (shadow academy model)

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Digitizing / Color - Alaisy Tir'eivra #15526
Storyboard / Sketch - Marick Tyris #10214

Link to storyboards: https://drive.google.com/folderview?id=1SUykiFYAM5vBtXDpypD8j3UP4X1fM0gz

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Atyiru (#13486) - traditional drawing comic base & concept
Qyreia (#14369) - digitizing and framing
Leeadra (#14425) - text boxes, framing, and text input

Teamed with Qyreia Arronen and Leeandra Halcyon. See for submission.

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Team consisted of : Sera Kaern, Magik, Tybalt Ma'Jahirr Rawioni and Myself.

Draft pencil on sketch paper (scanned in with phone and put into PDF/PNG).

https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/gjw-xiv-clan-vizsla-run-on/2537/7

From GJW Fiction Part 2. Evant is a dick...

Submission from Sanguinius Tsucyra Entar - 10407 and Kojiro Keibatsu

This is from my second post in the Clan Run-on.

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Comic created alongside Sang.

Updating here for participation records

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Solo entry
Hive mind Marines test from prologue

Team:
By: Aura Ta’var: 10388 - drew 2 pictures.
Len Iode: 14377 - drew 1 picture
Irhan Lo’Vex: 15701- drew 2 pictures

Scene: Clan Runon- Tarvitz’s post (https://discourse.darkjedibrotherhood.com/t/gjw-xiv-clan-odan-urr-run-on/2530/5)
Docking Bay 327
Nesolat Platform
Arx System

Bolts were already rebounding from the gunships’ armour plating as they set down, the doors pulling pack and revealing the carnage beyond. Docking Bay 327 had been hit hard in the fighting, and what wasn’t broken was on fire. A large section of the cargo maintenance system, the vast crane network built into the docking bay support beams, had been torn away from its supports. Most of the ships present at the time of the attack had been reduced to burning skeletons by the invaders, each bearing the telltale signs of torpedo strikes. Sections of the walls and ceiling had been torn away seemingly at random by turbolaser impacts, leaving twisted metal scattered across the area.

These were the sort of tactics that the Brotherhood had come to expect from the Collective: Clever pragmatism disguised as zealous fanaticism. Most troops would have conserved ammunition and pressed ahead, but the destruction denied Nesolat’s defenders a means of escape. At the same time it also provided the Collective troops cover for their rearguard, who were now firing upon the LAATs in a constant stream of blaster bolts.

“Most of them have clustered about the remains of the cargo system, they’re using the rails for cover,” Essik Lyccane spoke up, staying at the gunship’s door as the rest of those with him piled out. A set of electrobinoculars were held up to the Gand’s bulbous compound eyes, while a comlink was clutched in his other hand. “Flanking efforts are indivisible given that position, and the build-up of debris gives them a high ground advantage.”

“I’m assuming you have something in mind?”

The question came from the crimson armoured Nautolan to his right, Nikora Rhan. The twin blades of her emerald lightsaber were working in a constant blur, working to deflect the incoming fire. Those at her back fired through momentary openings in her swings.

“Quite so,” Essik said, lowering the electrobinoculars and raising the comlink to his mandibles. “We remove the high ground.”

Essik spoke several words and three of the gunships now bereft of passengers rose into the air once more. A few of the Collective soldiers, likely predicting what was to follow, began to run as the gunships fired. A barrage of missiles hammered into the area, detonating with sunbursts of energy among the makeshift barricade. Other detonations, likely ammunition supplies or pre-placed mines, soon joined the first in a chain reaction of searing blasts. The Collective soldiers fortunate enough to escape the display were soon sent fleeing, each trying to escape the storm of durasteel fragments swept up by the explosions.

“Charge!”

Essik couldn’t see who had yelled the order, but every Odanite was soon sprinting for the gap cleared by the gunships. Revak Kur’s group were the first through, having not stopped running since breaking out of their downed LAAT. Charging over the blackened deck plating, they were soon joined first by those with Aura Ta’var, then the rest in a flood of bodies. The Collective troops who held their ground barely lasted long enough to slow the Odanites’ advance.

“That’s the easy part done,” Essik said, half-limping and half sprinting as he fought to keep up with those from his own LAAT. This earned him a concerned look from Rhan, and a laugh from nearby.

“You’re sure that you don’t want to wait with the gunships, old man?” Gui Sol said, passing him by in a sprint. “We can’t afford to stop for a breather every few minutes.”

“Essik will keep pace, thank you all the same,” Essik answered the Kiffar. “Someone has to make sure that you don’t stumble into any obvious traps.”

“If you say so. Just remember this isn’t the Clone Wars anymore!”

Essik held back a laugh. He never would have admitted it, but the sight of lightsaber-wielding figures leading troops had rekindled memories of fighting alongside the Republic’s Grand Army. That sense of nostalgia, along with a lifetime of experience in this sort of operation, was why he had forsaken his usual place far behind the frontlines.