Building an Imperial Ordinance Squad for X-Wing

Building an Imperial Ordinance Squad for X-Wing

Preface: if you are an experienced X-Wing player and have stumbled upon this page in search of masterful insights and tactics then I'm sorry to have wasted your time.  This is just me trying to teach myself the game.

So I've been trying to build a bomber squadron centered around my favorite ship, the Tie Punisher.  I don't have too many ships or upgrades to choose from, just the two core sets, the b-wing and of course the Tie Punisher.  What I would like to do is try my best to design a 100 point squadron focused on  deploying ordnance and I'd like to do so by making the most of what I currently have. 

Based on my limited experience with the game it seems like the best way to build the Punisher would be to choose whether to outfit it for the firing of missiles or the laying of mines.  Trying to kit it out for both would probably result in an overly expensive ship that wouldn't last long on the field.

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The TIE Punisher, Manliest Ship In The Galaxy

The TIE Punisher, Manliest Ship In The Galaxy

So lately I've been really obsessed with Fantasy Flight's X-Wing miniatures game, and this guy in particular. 

This bad boy is the Tie Punisher, a heavy bomber for the Empire that's not actually in any of the movies.  Now as a rule, I generally regard all Star Wars expanded universe stuff as gobbledy gook nonsense but this guy just looks so damn coooooooool.  

It looks like somebody took a Tie Bomber and a Tie Advanced, smashed them together, then injected the remains with steroids.  I've been so enamored with this thing that I day dream about building an imperial bomber squadron to bring to X-Wing night at the local games shop and wrecking fools left and right.  Unfortunately I haven't been able to convince Fern to let expand my X-Wing fleet even though I desperately need to do so to be happy so usually I just fly it around me making "BACHOOM BACHOOM" noises with my mouth.  

Anyways my dream of X-Wing conquest is just a delusion anyways since I'm actually quite bad at the game.  Everybody that I've managed to rope into a game routinely trounces me as I usually end up flying my ships into each other and often end up bombing myself.  I'm currently 0-3 against Fern who only grudgingly plays to humor me.

Here's an idea though.  Why not a Tie Fighter movie?  There's already an X-Wing movie in the works and I would love to see a Star Wars protagonist that's on the side of the Empire.  I guess we have Finn and the clone troopers from the prequels but we didn't get to see Finn do much Storm Trooperie stuff and the prequels were nonsense and never actually happened.  

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Post Cards From Dick Mountain: An Ark Survival Evolved Diary

Post Cards From Dick Mountain: An Ark Survival Evolved Diary

It's getting hard to see - the sun is setting, and the beach is cold and lifeless. In better times, this was a good place – this was a breeding ground for the slow, flightless birds, and meat was plentiful, but now times are leaner. Tri and I stalk the water's edge hungrily, desperately on the hunt for food and precious animal hides.

Tri sees the giant turtle-beast first. Armored like a tank, fully the height of a full-grown man, the sullen reptile glares at the two of us from beneath the waves. It might be my imagination, but I think I can see hate glimmering in its beady red eyes.

Game is scarce now. We've been sustaining ourselves with roots and berries in a hard-scrabble struggle to fill our bellies, but it's simply not enough. We need meat. We need leather to make shoes and bedding. So we grit our teeth, raise our spears, and wade in to the dark, cold ocean to kill a monster.

The water is frigid, and my breathing quickly becomes laboured. I can feel the cold seeping into my limbs, numbing my fingers. Tri and I hold our breaths and dive into the dark water. We split and surround a beast that show no concern – prudent men don't come here, and for good reason: we drown, we freeze, we sink. But we're not prudent men. Hunger has made us desperate.

In the end the fight is silent and bloody. Rent by a dozen spear thrusts, the beast finally crushes the life out of me with a rock-hard beak the size of a beachball. From its blind side, Tri stabs desperately wounding it mortally. I die, my chest viciously punctured. The turtle dies from dozens of deep, bleeding wounds. In a cruel twist of irony, Tri has spent too much breath and energy struggling to survive, and can't reach the surface. He drowns. Only the dark ocean dines tonight.

Postscriptum: As I'm the first to die, I'm able respawn at our meager hut, where Tri has prudently thought to place a bed. I jog down to the beach and in to the water to render the corpse of the Carbonemys down to a floating mess of meat and hide. Next, I drag Tri's bobbing corpse safely to shore. Unfortunately, my own corpse cannot be found. Tri is next to respawn, and together with Wilson, delivers much-needed fire, food, and clothing to my shivering, naked self. Tri loots his own corpse for his precious belongings, and we cook steaks made from his body in a hasty beach bonfire.

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4 more pages to go!

4 more pages to go!

The end is in sight!  

Since making comics is a new thing for me, I tried to keep this first story pretty simple and structure it to fit within a single twenty-ish page book since I really wasn't sure how I would feel about the process after I finished it.  

As somebody who tends to overthink things anyways while working a job that generally requires many revisions (such is the nature of animation and video game work), its been both terrifying and refreshing to work at the break neck pace that comics seem to require.  

There really isn't time to labor over a panel, much less a page the same way I'm used to designing and redesigning characters and illustrations.  My experience so far has been like frantically laying down tracks as fast as you can because that train you call your story is going to come barelling through.  Eh, that analogy sounded better in my head.

Anyways, what making this comic has taught me was to believe in my initial instinct and put it down on canvas and then let it go.  Its not going to be perfect, but as my studio mate  told me, "You always have another page to do better."

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The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn finally has its own website!

The Strange Tales of Oscar Zahn finally has its own website!

So I finally got around to doing this.  After months of posting the comic a page at a time on Tapastic and receiving a fairly a positive reaction (nobody's pushed me to the floor and kicked the stylus out of my hand yet), I figured its time to overcome my crippling self doubt and give Oscar his own site.  

The last few months have been a sort of working vacation for me.  I'm currently taking a break from working as an artist that gets paid with real human dollars to pursue the lucrative world of "creative freedom".  So far I've been subsisting on the number of "likes" I get which I'm sure I will be able to exchange for food once I've amassed enough of them.  

With the support of my loving Fiance (thanks honey!), I'm going to try to ride this out for a little while longer and get as many pages done before I need to start working again.   

In the interest of getting the site caught up with the comic on Tapastic, I'll be updating twice a week here and once a week on Tapastic.  I assume given how math works, they will eventually be on the same page and I'll be able to update the comic simultaneously on both.  

In case nobody knows what the hell I'm talking about, Tapastic is a wonderful website that allows creators to easily publish their work and readers to follow.  You can check it out here.  

 

 

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The Oscar Zahn train slowly inches forward.

Well its been a while since the last update.  Took the last week and a half off of the comic to build a shed in the backyard.  You have to have priorities you know?  This will be my last update on the comic for a month since I'll be leaving for Asia tommorow.  Does anybody care? Nope!  Cuz nobody knows anything about my comic!  I'm the best at the internets promotions!

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Fart and Fear.

Well, the madness and fury of fan expo has subsided and I find myself beginning to settle back into the grind of making my comic.

 I find the style of the comic changing from page to page, perhaps because I've only been able to tinker with the comic sporadically or perhaps because I'm still trying to find my style.  Probably both now that I think about it.  I'm doing my best not to overthink it and trying to embrace the unique opportunites for evolution that a webcomic brings.  Anyways here's a partial scripted version of page 2.  Man I hate those perfect word balloons.  They suck!  I'm thinking I will probably draw them by hand eventually.

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