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What tool / equipment do you wish<br />
you had? A better/faster notebook/<br />
PC would be very nice especially for<br />
the 3D art: More RAM and a better<br />
CPU would be great for rendering<br />
and the workflow because these<br />
programs (Cinema 4D, Photoshop)<br />
need a lot of performance if I want<br />
to create big models/pictures.<br />
What do you hope to accomplish<br />
with your art? I hope to improve my<br />
skills, and I want people to like my<br />
art—I think every artist wants this.<br />
For me, it’s very important to have<br />
fun with this because I spend a big<br />
part of my free time with this art.<br />
TALES OF THE BREAKING DAWN:<br />
The Ties That Bind, Part Two<br />
by Justin R. Macumber<br />
hy do I get the feeling this<br />
“Wisn’t a social call, Jack?”<br />
Jessica asked.<br />
Sitting in the Stargazer lounge,<br />
Jessica and Boo of the star-freighter<br />
Breaking Dawn looked down at the<br />
computer screen that sat on their<br />
table. Peering back at them from<br />
the screen was the exasperated<br />
face of Jack Connelly, a man Jessica<br />
had known for over a decade. She’d<br />
first met him during one of the last<br />
runs she and her father had made<br />
together before his death.<br />
“Perhaps because of my harried<br />
expression?” Jack replied.<br />
“Don’t snap at me, Jack. This call<br />
has to be costing you a fortune, so<br />
just tell me what’s going on.”<br />
After huffing for a moment, Jack<br />
said, “I’m in a bit of a bind. My ship’s<br />
in a bad way, and I really need your<br />
help.”<br />
Jessica frowned at the screen.<br />
“What’s wrong with the Wandering<br />
Star? Do you need a loan or something<br />
to help get her fixed?”<br />
“No, that’s not it. I need you to<br />
pick up some cargo for me and deliver<br />
it before the contract time expires.<br />
It’s really important.”<br />
“Then call for an extension. I’m<br />
sure whoever your contract is with<br />
ISSUE <strong>53</strong><br />
would rather get their cargo late<br />
than not at all.”<br />
Jack pulled at the hairs on his<br />
chin and shifted his gaze from left to<br />
right. “Not these people, Jessie. The<br />
contract...it’s with the Gorawnies.”<br />
“What the hell?! The Gorawnies?<br />
Jack, are you insane?”<br />
“Now, you listen here—” he began,<br />
but Jessica cut him off.<br />
“No, you listen! The Gorawnies<br />
are not people you want to get involved<br />
with! Jesus, Jack! Those guys<br />
are nothing but criminals, and folks<br />
like us have no business dealing<br />
with them.”<br />
The older man looked ashamed,<br />
but anger brought a hard glint to his<br />
eyes. “First of all, I don’t need lessons<br />
in life from a girl less than half<br />
my age. Secondly, I’m trying to join<br />
the Trade Guild, and the Gorawnies<br />
are charter members. A sponsorship<br />
from them would give me a serious<br />
leg up.”<br />
“The Guild?” Jessica said. “Since<br />
when have you been interested in<br />
joining with them? If I recall correctly,<br />
the last time the Guild came<br />
up in conversation, it was said in the<br />
same breath as words like ‘corporate<br />
shills’ and ‘damn whores.’ You<br />
suddenly have a change of heart?”<br />
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