The Life and Times of The Vox Clamantis

A record of the adventures of the spaceship Vox Clamantis and x's crew, and other (sometimes only vaguely) related nonsense.

[pantrychrist]

draws were not as strong today, but still got out a thing for Rae, as per her request :D!

uh I figured we had enough shots of Rae’s closed jacket, and flapping lapels and cleavage and tattoo is, if you’ll pardon the expression, so Raven. I have no idea if I got the prosthetic on the correct leg, Zoe was using the computer while I drew this, use your damn imagination. jacket needs moar pockets I think

(ljfghkdjg my brain is fried I need to leave now byye)

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Attention Crew and Passengers

In honor of our one year, we will not only be doing a better job of updating, but we will also be doing some renovations.  This includes the design (or at least colors) of this page, as well as bringing our roster pictures up to date and amending any information as needs it.   If there is anything you would like to contribute, mostly in the way of any changed or updated information, please contact us and we will set to fixing things up.   And in the mean time, we hope you'll bear with us.  -Rae

[pantrychrist]

these uploaded weird i don’t understand OK LAST ONE

so Vox’s corporeal bodies are still being designed, but we figure they’ve got a basic walking-around mech, Zoe ok’d the creepily-lifelike head-with totally streamlined borg bod idea so that’s what came out :D. They requested wish-fulfillment hair (and that’s what AotVC is about) so it’s longish and kind of wavy~. weird hip-flaps are moveable/adjustable to assist Vox in fitting properly into various clothes/styles of dress, although they’re rocking the naked robot look atm, obviously

(lol SO YEA UNLESS YOU’VE GOT SPECIFICS TO TELL US ABOUT, RAE AND I JUST SORT OF DRAW YR VOX INSERT LOOKING LIKE YOU??? hence the “human, human, human, human, WEIRD ROBOT/SPACE SHIP? WEIRD DRAGONFLY ALIEN CAPTAIN?" because wish fulfillment is why!!!

so like hit us up if you want to look different than you in any way, and we’ll get on it :D)

[pantrychrist]

Liz you are too cute for me and your girlfriend was supremely unhelpful in helping me design a costume or style for you sssso here’s a shirt I wish I owned? and some cute leggings. and then I was like wait she’s a space chef does she need an apron???? but didn’t want to ruin those nice lines so whatever, you’re just holding it. if there’s like………….. special spacechef things that I should know about lemme know i guess uh my impression is that yr space chefery is a moderately casual affair?

[pantrychrist]

Ginny apparently I drew you rll long and stretched out or something because this picture would not get in-shot for hell, sorry for the wonky angles. ummmmmmmmmmm so I did a ~creative liberty~ and am playing with the idea of a posture-callar-looking device for modulating voice things since you’re communications and….. posture collars are hot and I’m like 90% sure you like them? still figuring out how to render them properly tho. lessee most of the lines in this drawing are either your hair or some wires idk which is which really. IDK CLOTHES???? I was like suits probably?!?!?!?!??! but that was too formal so here’s a modified something or another with fancyish inspirations idfk if you have other ideas I would be thrilled to hear about them :v

ALSO I APOLOGISE FOR MY AWK FINGER-CROTCH IN YR PIC :C

[pantrychrist]

Saraaaa this is Sara whenever I draw Sara it turns into a pinup I APOLOGISE???? probably there is a big spaceleather smock for blow torching and other mechanic activities, but idk it got hot or someth. ad-libbed the “lots of tattoos" prompt uhhhhh. still working on a design I like for the mech eyes, I think Rae’s got something in the works, too

[glitchingicarus]

I wanted to practice some pixel stuff, so I did a few of the Vox characters!  Left is Rae (mine), center is Dolori (Pip’s), and right is Vox xself (Zoe’s).  I’m pretty happy with the results, and plan to do the rest of the crew. Was thinking about offering little character pixels like this for commission too, what do you guys think? 

[adventuresofthevoxclamantis]

So it's been a while since we've been active (I'd like to change that), and it looks like we celebrated our one year anniversary on July 10th!  So have this as a late gift, and I'll try to do something proper to mark this occasion.  Congrats crew, and here's to another year!

[glitchingicarus]

Colored version of this.  Still having trouble getting the iridescence of Dolori’s skin, but I’m pretty proud of the scars on Rae’s leg.   

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Wow, sorry for the radio silence over here folks!  Life has been hitting the crew pretty hard the last couple of months, and I can't guarantee this means regular updates again, but I'd certainly like to try.    Tweaking Rae's story a bit, decided that an accident while she was still a cadet at the academy cost her her leg and (in addition to her rebellious streak) cemented her resolve to leave after graduation.  She's probably got a pretty good covering for her leg to make it look more 'real'.  Idk I'm still working out the details here.  

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[[Pip here, just testing out some designs for Vox's corporeal body (with only very vague ideas about how any sort of medical technology might possibly work...?)

I like the idea of ball-jointed arms to replace x's bio ones, but I'm thinking ditching arms entirely in favor of cables/whatever for efficiency, same with anything from the waist down-- actual parts nixed, but nerves preserved and hooked up to the hub, that way x's neural networks for, say, moving x's arms and legs, remain intact, but redirected to the ship's engines, thrusters &etc

most of x's other organs below the neck are pretty well gutted and replaced to free up brain space, the waist-to-face 'hull' is intact for more or less aesthetic reasons. X does retain some upper respiratory function and structure for the occasions when x might need to vocalise, but this is not x's main form of communication, rather an emergency back-up activated if ever x's captain-- who is linked via cybernetic implant into Vox's Aethernet and can send and receive data virtually, serving as the bridge between ship and crew -- is incapacitated.

uh x probs wouldn't have hair because electrodes but I can pretend]]

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((This is set very shortly after this one over here))

Sara is resting in Clementine's 'guest room' (more of a largish closet, but it's got a real bed which is better than the ship's bunks), and Ginny has set up in a chair by her bedside and will not be budged now that they're back from the medic's.  Dolori is overseeing repairs to Voxie, and Liz is helping Clementine fix dinner.   You, however, have sequestered yourself in Taverty's small bathroom, folded up in the bottom of the tee-tiny shower while the spray soaks through to your under clothes, which you didn't even bother to shuck before turning on the water.  You'd kept it together long enough to get done what needed to be done, but now that the dust was settling around the controlled damage, you allow yourself to fully examine the extent of your mistakes.   The safety of the ship and crew is always your number one priority, and when on a raid they are entirely your responsibility.  This time you got careless, you didn't pay close enough attention, and people got hurt.  Voxie's engines took a hit, and Sara's eye got crushed.  It could have been worse, a little voice tries to reassure you, but you squash it down.  It could have been better though, you tell it.  No one had to get hurt, your finances didn't have to suffer, and if you'd just been more thorough it could have been a clean get away.  But you weren't, and it wasn't.   You will allow yourself exactly one hour to brood, but no more.  You don't dwell in regret, you barrel through it and you get better.  Leaning slightly out of the spray, you take a drag on your cigarette and exhale your remorse, poison in, poison out.  

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Some extra doodles from Jessie of Clementine (and her coworkers, and her bossman).  

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Clementine in her tea shop outfit!   (Clementine is Jessie's addition to our delightful little crew, by the way.) 

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Name:  Clementine Taverty Pronouns: she/her/hers  Primary Position[s]: Waitress at ‘Toxic Tea Party’ tea shop in one of the ports the Vox frequents, acts as an in-port contact and informant for the crew. Her time on the ship is spent as a foreign affairs specialist, linguist and translator (meaning she and Ginny tend to work together a lot).  Stage Position[s]: Dancer, specializing in traditional and mating dances from her home planet Sahariuan (a planet with heavy middle eastern influences. Many people who have been to earth describe it matching to the culture and climate of Morocco). Does not sing on stage (but prefers to sing in private in her natve language.). Also likes to add a touch of acrobatics to her routine from time to time.  Additional Information:  Clementine is an accomplished acrobat, as well as knowing many alien languages. She is an orphan, and growing up earned a reputation distracting travelers with her song and stealing all their valuables. When she was 19 she met Evander Foster, a well known but young space pirate turned tea shop owner visiting her planet. She left with him and has been employed at his tea shop ever since. 

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It had been a pretty standard raid, until all hell broke loose.  

Vox hadn't gotten far when something slammed into the side of the ship, rocking it violently.  Alarms screeched, lights flickered, and the crew scrambled to set things straight.  With much swearing and frantic typing, you'd started running checks.   "Fucksticks and a half.  Everyone, this is Gooden, report in!  What's the damage?"  "Ginny here, outgoing comm systems are flickering in and out, but seem to be stabilizing." "Liz here, some of the cargo has gotten tumbled around, but overall things are fine.  Guns are intact!" "Captain Dolori reporting, looks like we took a solid hit to the back end, and Vox is a little scattered, but x is reporting its doesn't seem too bad." "A'ight.  Vox, get us in range, we're going for a death blow.  Liz, fire up the guns.  Dolori, give Liz the signal when we're in position to fire.  Sara, report in!"   A chorus of 'Roger that' filled your ear piece, followed by silence where Sara's voice should be.  Pushing away the beginnings of gnawing worry, you try hailing her again.   "Reynolds, report! How're the engines?"   Static is the only response that comes through, so with a few quick taps at the keyboard you pull up a vid screen of the engine room Sara had last been in.  Smoke drifts in the background, and there is no sign of the mechanic, so you'd try the headset again.   "I repeat, Reynolds, report in!  What's going on down there?"   Still no response from her, but you hear Dolori inform Liz that you're in position and on the count of three to fire.  You wait for the count down to end, then call up your Captain. "Dolori, report back to me when Liz is done blasting them, lemme know what the damage is.  I can't get Sara on the headset and she's not anywhere to be seen on the vid screen, if I don't hear from her in another minute, I'm going down myself."   You wait for them to acknowledge the command before trying to reach Sara one last time.  After a moment of silent static, the mechanic finally answers on the headset.   "Sara here, sorry.  Engines took some damage, nothing that'll hobble us permanently, but we should get to port as soon as possible for repairs.  Also, there was a blow out in sector 52, I've got it under control, but, well..." At this point she came into view on the screen, and it becomes apparent what the trail off was about.  Sara's left eye has been damaged, crushed or something, you couldn't really tell over the screen, blood trickling down her face and sparks twitching out from the damaged eye.   "Sally fuck me sideways!  Reynolds, stay put, I'm coming down."   You barely wait for a response before you're out of your station and tearing down the corridors and stairs, heading for engine room B, headset still going. "Captain Dolori reporting, target has been blown out of the water, so to speak.  Did you reach Sara?" "Yeah, she's taken some damage, so have the engines.  Gin, you there?  See if you can raise Clementine, tell her we'll be portside in a couple of hours, have a mechanic and a medic on standby, someone who specializes in cyberorganic parts.  Voxie, prep the med wing and have Dolori meet us there, then get us the hell outta Dodge and to port as fast as you can manage!"   You are not panicking.  Panic is so unbecoming, and besides you have too much to do to be even bother with it.  Sara's still sitting in in front of the screen when you get there, and she gives you a thin smile as you kneel down and inspect the ruins of her eye.  Not as bad as it could be, Dolori could do a decent patch job until you got to port.  You're avoiding running the numbers to figure what the cost will be for a med bill like this, because this is not the time or place.   "Mmkay, lets get you up to sick bay.  Is there anything down here that I need to put a bandaid on until we get to port?" "Nah, I took care of that.  Just come back down here and keep an eye on it until we get there."   You nod, and help Sara up to the hospital bay, a generous name for a spare room with a few extra beds and as much medical equipment as budget and theft allow.  Once you'd left her in the capable hands of the captain, you'd headed back down to the engine room to keep an eye on stuff and to brood over many things, including what you did wrong this time.   This is not the first time a crew member has been injured during a raid, and it will certainly not be the last.  And this is not the first time you will beat yourself up for it, and it will certainly not be the last.  

[dreamingcircuits]

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Sara and Ginny's stage outfits.  Ginny usually provides live music, but if need be she preforms with Sara.    

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Attention Passengers and Crew, we have a special announcement to make.  It is our mechanic, Sara's, birthday.  We wish you many happy returns and--VOXIE GET OUT OF THE CAKE.   ((Sorry for the shitty quality))