#drds

[numenoria]

Silmarillion Thoughts ✨

Still not over how Fëanor called Melkor a dusty jailbird and kicked him out of the his house. Like Fëanor.. sir.. sir.. that's Mr. Big Bad demigod wyd??

Aaaand! Not only did he kick out Mr. evil but he made him feel shame... Like not only did you kick out a Demigod but you embarrassed him as well?? The gaul, the gumption, the elfdacity!!

[karasbroken]

I was writing about DRDs this week, which made me remember that I had many more pictures from the Farscape RPG book that I never shared, and one set of those were these photo close ups of some DRDs. We see a few angles of a generic one and we see One-Eye (with the blue tape). Unfortunately the RPG came out before Season 4, so there isn't any picture of 1812. But I think the white background helps make the differences and details pop (even with the graininess from the printing process), so maybe you'll also enjoy these little photos.

[filmjunky-99]

f a r s c a p e created by rockne s. o'bannon [they've got a secret, s1ep10]

'Aeryn, shut down the DRDs!' - crichton

[weirdpsychoticlife]

[ekaterin1701]

Adorable

Farscape | 3x09 Losing Time

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

You WILL be booped!

[ankh-morporkianpostalworker]

Okay, we're gonna take a minute to just talk about, and appreciate, the DRD design on Farscape.

Look at them:

They are Friend Shaped. They are disarming. They are useful and helpful. They have so much personality (especially 1812, I'd die for him), and they're essentially something that allows Moya and the crew to interact directly.

One of them is also the first thing Crichton (and kinda the audience) see of Moya. They say "Yeah, the show is gonna be weird, but not always. Look at these Little Guys, they're here to help and be cute." They show that in the insane, complex, scary world of Farscape, there's time for things to just Be Cute.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[smoked-salmon-official]

could you draw a DRD from Farscape? much obliged.

Soooooo cute omg

Day 112 of drawing robots, requests open!

Thank you for the request ^_^

[ekaterin1701]

The DRDs from Farscape! I loved them. I remember John called one of them (that he’d repaired, maybe?) ‘1812’ 😊

[phosphophillight]

guardians and guardians 🐈‍⬛

[karasbroken]

I'm still working, very slowly, on this canon-divergent story about Aeryn-amnesia and the pointlessness of Zhaan's sacrifice. But what I really like writing about is John fixing DRDs and giving them silly names. In this section I also indulged my inner poet (I consider myself a poet not a writer) and wandered off into a bit of imagery that isn't exactly sensible, logical, or even grammatical prose, but that pleases me because I know exactly the sensation of mind skipping from moment to moment that I mean, even if nobody else does (it's the Bondi Beach part). Anyway, say hello to Potato, my new OC DRD:

At the base of the central nerve cluster for this tier John found a small grouping of DRDs. Two were completely defunct, metallites still clinging where they had died from the flames. The little robots' innards, exposed by the bugs' attack, had completely melted. The third, shell blackened but intact, managed to blink the light on the less damaged of its wilted eyestalks.

"Hey, little guy," John soothed, gently picking it up, and surreptitiously shoving the other two into the refuse pile with his boot. Turning the poor robot over carefully, he thought it looked like a campfire potato. The flames had vaporized most of its yellow paint, leaving only blackened silver metal, wrinkled from heat distortion. But the rollers it used for movement were intact, and the underside not too badly scorched. "Let's see if I can get you back into action." Tucking the DRD under his arm like a football, John made his way to the closest ladder. He kept a workbench stocked on the next tier.

Though they were mostly self-repairing--helping each other out when the injury was awkwardly placed or severe--John had taken apart enough hopelessly damaged servitors out of curiosity to be able to fix one now. The heat had turned the wiring on one side to a goopy mess, but working with tweezers and a small torch, he carefully cleared away the slag, and started splicing new lines into place. It was fiddly work, and he dropped his welder right into the DRD when the nearby mini-clamshell suddenly flickered to life.

"Commander Crichton, is it true that you no longer remember Office Sun?" Pilot asked without preamble.

It took John a few seconds to figure out how to respond, particularly since Pilot looked and sounded… angry? "Yeah. Yes. Sort of." He flipped the DRD, already christened 'Potato', right-side up and shook it until the tool fell out of the hatch he'd been working through. The indignant waving of its eyestalks was a good sign. "I don't remember anything about Aeryn before a few arns ago, when she helped save us from the Scarran. I have memories of events when she must have been there. But it's like a shadow. Nothing comes clear when I think about her."

"I see." There was a pause long enough that John had resumed splicing circuits, by the time Pilot spoke again. "And have you forgotten anything else? Wormholes for example?"

How Pilot said the word was distinctly pointed, but it was a good question, one John had been deliberating avoiding. Surely the implant had sought that knowledge out, weaving tendrils into his ability to do advanced mathematics, and particle physics. How much scientific knowledge had he lost? "I'm not sure. I still have all my dogs, but I don't know what had to be cut out. I wouldn't, would I?" John could only vaguely recall the conversation with the diagnosan, he'd been a little distracted by the whole brain surgery and losing-his-ability-to-speak part of things. Which other bits he'd had to give up to be free of the implant hadn't seemed important. Not when he'd apparently started being possessed by the neural clone, and attacking people.

John delicately restored the last connection between Potato's motor cortex and the servos that powered its rollers. Watching the balls spin gave him a real answer to Pilot's question. Spinning. Roller coasters. Being picked up by a giant wave off Bondi Beach and being thrown every direction until his sense of up and down was lost and he thought he would drown. But some hidden sense, gravity? light? astronaut reflexes? told him to swim sideways until his head popped clear of the water, and the world suddenly righted.

"I do remember wormholes. Remember going through the one that brought me here. Remember starting one up at Dan-Ba-Da. Remember the Ancients and fake Earth… I can't be sure, but it all seems to be there." It was reassuring, skipping from event to event in his mind, to find all the details intact.

One of Potato's rollers was stuck. He filed a rough metal lump off, and squirted a little synthetic lutra oil in. The DRD gave a grateful burble, and spun it until it moved smoothly.

"Even your work to discover how to create them?" Pilot pressed.

John flipped Potato over again, pressing down with one hand so it didn't try to skitter off. "Hold on, I'm not done."

When he was sure the DRD would stay put, John picked up a grease pencil. "Grand theory of wormholes part twelve." He sketched the equation on the tabletop as he recited it. "The stability of a wormhole opening can be found by taking the function of the parabola that describes its shape, times the Planonic square with a coefficient of voken nine to the ninth power, divided by the approach vector six to one, then cubing the total nine by nine. Values less than devera forty-three point one are too unstable to navigate safely." John was honestly shocked at how easily the numbers and symbols--ones he had needed to learn from Relgarian multidimensional mathematics texts--flowed out of him. Whatever Scorpius had taken from him with his neural implant, it had left the wormhole knowledge untouched, clear as crystal.

"That sounds correct."

"Well, it's not, the equation is flawed, since by my calculations, the wormhole that brought me here was barely devera thirty-six. Even if I have the approach vector or the parabola wrong, the numbers don't line up with my model. But… it's exactly where I remember being stuck a few days ago." John scrubbed the equation out with an inner sigh, and got back to working on the DRD.

"When you asked me to validate your math?"

"That's right." Pilot hadn't been able to find an error, though John was never sure how seriously the alien took his periodic dives into gravitational calculations and displacement halos.

Finishing up, John pried off a few of Potato's upper panels. The heat-warped metal had trapped its arms inside. Doorless, the DRD would be more vulnerable to damage until John could replace the flaps, but the tools themselves looked intact and hopefully functional. "There you go," he congratulated it. "You're back in action. Fist bump." He knocked his knuckles against its extended clamping arm. " Why don't you start cleaning up, okay?" He set the robot down, and watched it scoot away, immediately heading for the ramp to the next tier.  

[101-android-luvr-010]

HEHEHAHA LOOK AT THIS CREATION OF MINE!!

Ok, so obviously, this is Pilot from Farscape BUT IT IS ALSO MY FIRST TIME DRAWING THIS CUTE FUCKER, AND FIRST TIME DRAWING ON AN IPAD (the doodle u seen the other day was one I did AFTER I got the sketch done)

I color sampled everything about him; him, the cockpit, the DRDs, everything. And I used the CRAP out of the blur tool 😭

Bonus, unfinished version that I really liked, and og version as well!

Not perfect, I can improve on my accuracy for the cockpit a little bit more, but I'm still really proud of how it came out. (Got this done in THREE DAYS btw)

Oh boy do I have some delicious for you guys...

[histhoughtslately]

There are no guarantees; life can change in a blink of an eye. Be kind; and be kind to yourself. Take risks. Take chances. Take heed to the opportunities that cross your path. And remember, you are not behind.

- b.n.

[thenexusofsouls]

{i am the caretaker of souls} So these arrived in the mail today... Yes, hello, I am still buying toys at my age, haha. I collect plushies and action figures for things I love, and getting older hasn't stopped me yet. XD When I watched Farscape in the early 2000s, the internet wasn't what it was now and stores were more often brick and mortar than online in nature. You kindof had to just happen upon things while shopping or hear about it from someone to know it existed. So I never knew there was Farscape merch out there before, but now my wallet knows, heh. Between what was available when the show was originally airing and what was released last year when the show had its 25th anniversary of its premiere, there's some neat things out there to scavenge.

The DRD and Rygel plushies are new and were released for the anniversary last year, while the Zhaan action figure is an original from 2000. Rygel's wrinkles just send me, honestly, like... they're perfect. And the DRD is so soft and squishy. XD

What I love about the action figure set is that it contains the super cute two-headed bird (called a trelkez) from the episode "That Old Black Magic" (S01E08) on its little perch. It's actually a pretty good likeness too.

Figure:

Show:

It also contains the blue glass-like mask Crichton broke in Zhaan's room multiple times in "Back and Back and Back to the Future" (S01E05).

No point to this post, just me being a dork over an old favorite show's merch. Thank you for putting up with my silliness. XD

[ekaterin1701]

And here’s 1812!

Farscape + 1812 acting like a pet

4x01 - Crichton Kicks

[whatwooshkai]

I missed them