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cyberdhole2069 · 6 months ago

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Two Lights

A short story I wrote over the course of a day set in a universe that I've been working on off and on since I was in high school. It's set on the cargo ship Stardust, and features two Transfems.

content warning: Dysphoria, minor implied transphobia, cigarette smoking, marijuana smoking.

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Kyrie stretched as she leaned back from her console, flexing her dexterous fingers against the back of her head, eyes closed as she faced the ceiling of the engineering deck. It was tedious work, making sure that the Ripper Drive was maintaining optimal thrust, that the guideline on their path through Leyspace hadn’t been severed, basic things that she’d been doing since before her transition. Kyrie’s tail swished agitatedly behind her as she rose to her feet, paws clad in heavy work boots to protect them in the deep bowels of the engine room. She scratched under her chin, where the barest traces of mane stubbornly, frustratingly held on to life; dark red lines in her otherwise golden fur. Kyrie was an Exo, a race of humans modified with animal DNA centuries ago, before humanity spread to the Andromeda Galaxy and made contact with the other races that made up the Milky Way Federation. Specifically, Kyrie was a Leonine Exo, a species bred for their strong social dynamics and group cohesion. Not every Leonine Exohuman fell into this stereotype, and Kyrie herself more often preferred being in small groups or even by herself.

“Hey, Mickey.” She said, turning to her co-engineer in the seat behind her. At first glance, it looked like a mannequin in coveralls, but then the head turned 180 degrees to look at her.

“Yes, Rie?” The voice was echoey, and didn’t sound like it came from the mannequin’s ‘mouth’. Kyrie winced a little at the exorcist-style response. She hated it when he did that.

“Going to go check on Port 4. Should be about 20 minutes. That cool?”

“Fine by me. Just make sure the fans are working this time, yeah?” Mickey replied, before turning his head back around and tapping away at the console, transferring Kyrie’s duties from her console to his.

Kyrie nodded, and made her way out of the small office they shared, into the bowels of the ship. Despite appearing as if some sort of robot, ‘Mickey’ was actually one of the alien races that made up the Federation. His real name was M’ki, and he was an Ephemeral. The Ephemeral hailed from a rogue planet, a planet without a sun, and existed as disembodied masses of energy. Being incorporeal made performing his duties and interacting with other members of the crew difficult; so the captain of the Stardust had issued him a blank, an empty machine body, to inhabit for the journey. The Ephemeral had the ability to override electrical signals to control machines (and even people) while inside them, and there were harsh laws against humanoid possession written specifically for them. The Stardust itself was a fairly old ship, named after some ancient human performer, but he still did his duties all these centuries later. As Kyrie made her way through the ship’s engine hold, she ran her hands over the ancient machinery. It stretched farther than the eye could see, the impulse thrusters entwined with the Ripper Drive. A large transparisteel window cast a blue light over the catwalks as the Ripper Core glowed and gave off energy that nobody really understood. Generations of Humans, Exos, Ephemeral, and Quadri had been in here over the ships service, and she could still see fingerprints, claw marks, talon scratches, and even bent gantry from a Quadri’s heavy step as she made her way deep into the engine. Her coveralls were spattered with grime, and her red hair was kept in a tight bun. Working during a Leyspace Jump was just so… boring. Every engineer knew what ‘Port 4, 20 minutes’ meant, and even those that didn’t partake kept their mouths shut. Drawing the short straw and having to be awake while everyone else was in cryo sucked, and they all knew it.

Finally reaching the deepest part of the engine core, she let her mid-back length red hair free from its elastic prison, and fished a small paper cone and a lighter from her pocket.

—

Dr. Lesh heard the tapping of her boot heel on the deck before she realized she’d been doing it for 10 minutes. Leyspace jumps were the absolute worst, and as a junior medical officer, she was dutybound to stay awake for all of them.

“Ughhh…” The gutteral sound came from her throat as she brought her head down onto the desk in front of her. The medbay was clean, sterile, and completely empty. During a Leyspace jump, it was standard procedure for 90% of the crew to go into cryosleep for the duration. For the Stardust and his crew of roughly 100 people, that meant 2 engineers, one pilot, one navigator, the captain, and four crewmen all under the medical supervision of the Junior medical officer. Leyspace was also… completely empty, especially during jumps along well defined paths between Ripper Stations.

If they’d been brave explorers charting a course along an unknown Leyline, then maybe she’d have something to do, but unfortunately the Stardust had been designated as a cargo vessel taking food from Demeter, a Super-Earth farming world in the Cthonis system of the Milky Way, to Lupis Primari, a fledgeling Exohuman colony in Andromeda’s trailing arm.

…Which also meant that this trip was going to take forever.

“I need a break.” She said to herself, tapping her temple and activating her TOSKr implant, a microcomputer that most people had installed into their nervous systems. As she controlled the interface with the tactile keyboard implanted into the skin of her left arm, she noted the reported locations of each conscious crewmember. The captain and the bridge crew were on the bridge, probably checking their trajectory, the crewmen were taking inventory, one engineer was monitoring readouts and the other was ‘checking on port 4’. It certainly seemed clear enough for her to take a short break.

Opening her drawer, she fetched a small pack of cigarettes. Smoking on the ship was forbidden by the captain, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. Taking off her coat and stashing the box in her bra, she placed a sign on her door with her TOSKr contact listed and made her way down towards engineering. Her boots clicked on the bulkhead, sending eerie echoes through the empty hall. During full operations, this place would be packed. It was almost like walking through a ghost town. It made her paranoid, adjusting her glasses and peering around as if the captain was going to leap out and grab the cigs from her bra herself.

It’s not like it’s the best hiding spot… her inner voice chided. You’ve managed what, A cups over the last year? Should have hidden them in your pants. Nobody would have said anything. The intrusive thought made her wince, but she took a breath. She was proud of herself. The nametag on her coat even still had the peelable plastic film on it from how recently it had been reissued. A beaming human face with the name ‘Dr. Jennifer Lesh, Jr. Medical Officer’ emblazoned upon it. She stood a little taller, prouder, puffing out her chest a bit. It had only been a year, sure, but life was a journey.

And hers had definitely been more exciting than a Leyspace jump.

—

Leaning over the gantry, staring at the Ripper Core, Kyrie watched the energy of the Leylines wash over the core again and again, like waves on a beach. She’d dropped the upper part of her coveralls, leaving her in a tank top with the sleeves tied around her waist. The lit part of the cone flared every time she took a hit, enjoying her break and the soft buzzing feeling in the back of her head. Humanity had come a long way, with two galaxies under their belt, but still nothing beat a dumb little herb from central Asia for relaxing.

Kyrie’s ear flicked. She heard something coming down the gantryway. Being an Exo, her hearing was better than most. Boots. Not used to walking on gantries. Thick heels, but not thick enough to be security or the captain. As the source got closer, she smelled something specific. Tobacco.

Another bored soul looking to unwind, albeit with a different poison of choice. Kyrie turned around and leaned against the gantry with her back to the Ripper Core, waiting for the intruder to arrive. What she didn’t expect was the Junior Medical Officer. They’d never met in person, but Kyrie had definitely heard of her. Her starting her transition a year ago had been the talk of the ship, with plenty of people being extremely annoying about it to Kyrie, asking if they knew each other because they were trans and other bullshit like that.

What Kyrie hadn’t expected was how beautiful she looked. A human with soft looking brown hair kept shoulder length and tidy, a small button nose, and intelligent gray eyes behind a pair of square wireframe glasses with a face that looked soft and adorable. Petite, definitely, with hints of hips to come and the beginning of a curved waist. All wrapped up in her standard issue medical officer’s uniform, minus the coat.

“Yo.” Kyrie said aloud, once the human was close enough that she’d be able to see her. Kyrie had found that species without low-light vision got spooked if you spoke before they could see you, especially with a voice as grossly deep and rumbly as hers.

—

The sound Jen made could have been mistaken for the sound of a small bird as she practically jumped in surprise. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she’d failed to notice the woman leaning against the gantry.

When she’d descended into the engine room, avoiding the office and port 4 to make a beeline for the deepest part of the core, she’d put an unlit cigarette into her mouth to occupy her mind. It wasn’t until she noticed the cone-like object in the lioness’ mouth that she relaxed.

“Relax. I won’t tell if you won’t.” The woman’s voice, a low rumbling sound that was gruff and flippant, sounded over the low roar of the Ripper Core behind her. The glowing blue core cast her in a rim light that made her appear as if she had a halo around her. “Kyrie. Engineer First Class. Kyrie the Lioness if you want my government listing.” She pulled on her cone, seeming to wait for Jen’s response. Exos didn’t have surnames, not really. They only ever used their origin species as an identifier if one was required, due to their beginning as artificial creations and modifications of existing humans.

“Uhm… Jen. Dr. Jen Lesh. Junior Medical Officer.” She coughed out, eyeing the lioness as she approached. She’d heard of her, of course. When she came out, she got nonstop remarks about how they must know each other. She’d even signed the paperwork for refills on Kyrie’s HRT implant a few times, even before she started her own transition. Her own implant, a small capsule in her upper left arm itched at the thought. This was the first time she’d ever seen her in person though. Without hearing the name, she’d have never guessed that this was the Kyrie she’d heard so much about.

She was unmistakably feminine, with a husky voice that sent pleasant chills down Jen’s spine. Half a foot taller than her stout 5’6 frame, she was powerfully built with toned muscles and soft-looking golden fur. Her hair, which she had to assume was usually tied, was down to her mid-back and red like flames. Her eyes, feline and dilated in the low light conditions, were like silver rings around the void of a starless sky. All that on top of a body that screamed femininity and strength, unlike her own chubby stubbly mess.

“Here to smoke?” Kyrie’s voice cut through the awkward silence, and Jen realized she’d been staring. “Nothing here is open to air, so you’re not going to break anything.” The lioness added, flicking some ash down into the fathomless depths below the gantry. “When we land, the landing gear will drop any ash or butt remains out onto the pad, where it’ll be vaporized by the RCS Thrusters.” She spoke very matter-of-factly, as if she’d rehearsed it, or said it a million times before.

“That’s… that’s a very well thought out system.” Jen noted, still not having lit her own, the small white tube hanging from her lips. “Does the entire engineering corp smoke here?”

Kyrie seemed to shrug. “The ones that can. Mickey can’t on account of being Ephemeral. Poor guy.”

Jen latched onto that, realizing that she was staring at Kyrie’s chest. “Oh! He could if he possessed someone! Though that’d require signed consent forms, and a-”

“Valid purpose given for the possession. He knows.” Kyrie finished.

“Oh, but smoking on the ship is prohibited so it’d be put under too much scrutiny.” Jen’s face turned red, realizing that she’d embarrassed herself just a little.

“I’m sure he’d appreciate the thought, little bird.” She took a drag and chuffed in amusement, looking at her with those reflective silver rings.

Jen had never felt dumber in her life. Face still red, she realized that she’d been standing there with an unlit cancer stick in her mouth the whole time. She began fishing in her pocket for a lighter, only to find… nothing. She checked the other, rummaging for a small cylinder that just wasn’t there until the words Kyrie said hit her brain and she stopped, hand plunged into her pocket.

Little Bird.

She felt her brain stop to process that. What did that mean? Was she making fun of her? Had she said something funny?

What did it mean?! Her jaw tightened as she stopped to think, and part of her hated how squared off it felt, how big and protrusive it was, feeding into her insecurity. Was she saying her jaw was big?!

—

Watching the human go through her pockets, Kyrie took another drag on her spliff. She had to admit, it was kind of cute watching her brain short from a basic conversation. She’d been a little worried a minute ago, the human had seemed to be staring at her chest. She was ever so acutely aware of the red flecks of mane in her coat around her neck and chest, and how it was a bright gold instead of the tawny colour her mother had boasted. Then, the human stopped, and her face seemed to set into a queer face that almost made the buzzed lioness laugh. Her lips pursed, nose wrinkled, and her jaw set into an expression that could only be parsed as ‘thinking too hard’. It was adorable, and emphasised the softer qualities of her cheekbones.

“Lose your lighter?” Kyrie offered.

Jen seemed to shake herself out of her thoughts, her face still red around the ears. “I guess I left it back at my office. Damnit… I don’t think I can excuse going back and returning.”

“Stand with me a while.” Kyrie turned to face the core again. “I’ve got you little bird.”

Keeping the cigarette in her mouth, seemingly only to satisfy the oral fixation, Jen walked over to the gantry and took a position leaning on the rail to Kyrie’s left. “So that’s the Ripper Core?” she offered, small talk to pass the time, the lioness assumed.

“That’s the bitch.” Kyrie nodded, gesturing with her arm, using the cone as a makeshift pointer. “That orb there is concentrated Leyline energy, condensed into a sphere that pulls us along the guideline.” She gestured to the blue line that seemed to spear through the core as it randomly ejected arcs of energy.

“And because Leyline energy attracts itself, it works like a winch, pulling us through leyspace?” The little bird asked, and Kyrie’s head immediately whipped around to look at her. “I… uhm… I like to read the ship manuals when I have downtime.”

Now it was Kyrie’s turn to blush, though the colour was hidden, she felt the warmth behind her ears. “I mean, you know why it’s called a Ripper Drive, right?” The Lioness asked, more excited to talk about her field than she’d been in a long while.

Jen nodded, pushing up her glasses and closing her eyes, as if she was reading a manual written on her eyelids. “In the year 4236, the Military Exploration Ship Ripper of Fate was testing a prototype engine that overloaded and caused the ship to vanish. All hands were presumed lost, until the ship reappeared in 4270,”

“Where they’d discovered Leyspace and slowly jumped their way back to earth using the first discovered Leylines…” Kyrie finished.

“And the engine, with the modifications they’d made to it over the decades, became the basis for the very first Ripper Drive, with the name put forth by the ship’s captain-”

“Thaddeus M. Carlisle. The namesake of Thaddeus Station, in orbit around Makemake in Sol.” They both finished together. It was a history lesson. One that everyone learned at some point in school, but one that was near and dear to Kyrie’s heart. Her tail swished excitedly.

“And the engineer that is credited with most of the theory behind the initial modifications to get them home?” Kyrie asked, her full attention on the human, having to resist the urge to grin widely and show off her massive predator’s maw.

The doctor thought for a moment, needing to think. “Uh… I think it was… Oh! Kyrie Ingridsdottir!” She seemed to miss the pure joy on the Lioness’ face as she continued. “One of the people aboard that had worked on the original engine prototype, and later became one of the first Exohumans after an accident that crippled her. Though, her fight for Exohuman rights later in life made it so her contributions to the Ripper Drive are-” She stopped. “Wait. Did you take your name from-?”

“One of my childhood heroes? Hell yeah I did!” The Lioness’ tail was wrapped around the guardrail to stop it from whipping at any delicate machines in excitement. Kyrie was enraptured, listening to the human talk.

—

Jen felt another bashful twinge as she looked away from the lioness for a moment. “Sorry, I should have realized. Of course you know about her. You’re an engineer that shares the name.”

Kyrie suddenly reached out and gripped her chin, turning her head back to face her. “No, don’t be. That was… amazing.” The smile on her face lit the room up brighter than the Ripper Core could ever hope to, even as Jen’s face was no doubt hotter than the core to boot. “Honestly, when I was in school, they never even talked about Kyrie Ingridsdottir except during Exo History Week. I think-” The engineer stopped mid sentence as her left eye started flashing. She released Jen’s chin and tapped her temple with a sigh.

“Break’s over…?” Jen asked, feeling a pit in her stomach.

“Unfortunately, little bird.” Kyrie said, taking one last pull on her cone. “But, if you’re ever in my neck of the woods again…”

“Near Engineering Office 3?” Jen asked, having remembered the assignments she checked previously.

“Port 4. 20 minutes. 1215 hours.” Kyrie added with a nod.

“Oh, dang it, my lighter.” Jen sighed, pulling the cig out of her mouth and looking at it. “Mind if I borrow yours until tomorrow?”

“And what if I need it?” Kyrie asked in return, and Jen’s heart sank. “I’ll light yours before I go though.”

Jen put the cigarette back in her lips and waited for a light. Instead, Kyrie leaned down with a hand on her shoulder and the last of her cone in her lips, and pressed the lit tip of the spliff to the unlit cigarette. She took a deep drag, and the end glowed a bright orange, illuminating their faces. When she pulled away, the cigarette was lit and Jen had no idea what burned brighter; the tip of her cigarette or her face.

“See you tomorrow, little bird.” Kyrie said as she walked back up the gantry, flicking the butt of her spliff into the deep bowels of the ship’s engines, where it would be never seen again. Jen stood there, dumbfounded, staring into the Ripper Core as Kyrie’s footsteps echoed further and further away.

Dr. Jennifer Lesh couldn’t believe what had happened over the last 15 minutes. Or that it had even been 15 minutes. Her mind raced over everything, every last detail. The beautiful engineer who’d seen all of her imperfections and ignored them, who’d listened to her and spoken of her interests in turn.

Little bird. What did it mean?

She felt like a roiling current sat in the pit of her chest. Jen had no idea what the hell it meant, but she knew that she’d definitely be here tomorrow.

Port 4. 20 minutes. 1215 hours.

#furry #transfem #transgender #original character #original story #sci fi #Trans #t4t

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neopoliitan · 11 months ago

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TEAM RAIN: ARC 4 CH7 - THOUGH THE HEAVENS FALL (PART 1)

A WRITE UP FOR THE REST OF TEAM RAIN: CHAPTER 7

This is the big reveal and it's a lot of LORE so I decided to split it into 2 parts. You finally find out what the Braiths are :)

We open on Marron Armona’s shocked face. She exclaims “You’re their father?!” as Teams RAIN and PALM face the stranger.

Wil Lincoln pushes through the crowd and tries to land a punch, but is stopped by Irving who catches his fist with a metal hand. He reminds Wil that the stranger pulled them from the car wreck, and recommends restraint. Wil softens.

The stranger holds up his hands and admits that while he is the father of the Braiths, he has no hand in their current dealings. He surmises that the teams have bad blood with his children, and asks them to sit around the fire.

Robin tells the man that Kamala killed her father. Marina adds that they hold their mother and brother hostage. Akane says they tried to kill her family, and Irving recounts the citywide Grimm attack launched on Avon.

Lucius looks bereft at this news, and slowly assumes they mean to bring the Braiths to justice, whatever form that may take. He supposes that before they make any final choices, it would be best if they heard the whole truth.

THE BEGINNING

The stranger’s name is Lucius Braith. We cut from his wizened face to a younger version of him some thirty-odd years ago, in a lab. He bears a striking resemblance to Viorel’s masculine form, or perhaps a less muscle bound Gardner.

Lucius recounts that he was something of a phenom in his youth, working professionally for Mantle scientific research since fifteen years old, but the story of his children begins when he was thirty - with his semblance.

We see young Lucius holding a metallic cube, some sort of paperweight, as a white aura effect glows around it. Old Lucius explains that he had “given his soul to science, and it had been accepted,” - that his semblance allowed him to perform a “biopsy” on his own aura, extracting it and applying it to inanimate objects.

Young Lucius approaches a lab partner, Alden Rossi, who is tinkering with robotics, and expresses glory at the potential applications of his semblance. Alden scratches his head as Lucius proposes studies on the very nature of the soul, that they “could finally understand the boundaries of that which once seemed beyond our comprehension.”

Young Lucius holds the cube up to his eyes. Narrating, Old Lucius explains that aura may be a crucial tool in humanity’s arsenal, but modern science still knew very little about it.

The kingdom of Mantle was still struggling even this long after the Great War, and it took little to convince the Council to give their support. They were so desperate to keep Lucius from finding better options overseas that they would approve whatever Lucius asked of them. The ethical concerns were almost nil - he was a promising young mind and he swore that he would only conduct research under the strictest of conditions… though he was the one who set the conditions.

We flash forward again. Lucius is overseeing construction at a location further north than any man had ever been on Remnant by that point, far from the prying eyes of both man and Grimm. He christened the facility Zenith, named for both its geographical location and his desire for it to be the pinnacle of scientific research.

Due to the questionable ethics of experimenting on the human soul, only the brightest of Mantlean minds were brought onto the project and sworn to complete secrecy. For all intents and purposes, Zenith did not officially exist.

Another cut forward, and Lucius is inside the completed facility, showing other scientists blueprints in the conference room seen in Arc 3, Chapter 1.

Now the facility was complete, he would begin work on his magnum opus, the P.R.I.S.M.

Another cut, and we see Lucius standing on the gantry in front of the machine Kamala, Viorel and Roderick visited in Arc 3, Chapter 5. In the present, Old Lucius narrates that it took a few years and many sleepless nights, but he finally completed it.

Young Lucius places his hand inside the machine as Roderick did in Arc 3, Chapter 5, and is similarly zapped as the biopsy is taken. The screens to the side of the machine light up green in success, and Young Lucius allows himself a relieved smile.

His present day self explains that the P.R.I.S.M was designed to artificially recreate his semblance, and expand on it. It took a biopsy of one’s aura as well as a tissue sample. His plan was that - by cultivating both - he would be able to create life.

We cut forward again to Young Lucius in an elevator, some time later, on the ride down to the P.R.I.S.M. As he walks along the gantry, Old Lucius narrates thusly;

“The gestation period was shorter than that of a natural human. It was only a few weeks before we again returned to the P.R.I.S.M and saw the result of the experiment.”

Young Lucius opens a hatch on the P.R.I.S.M.

“We were unsure how long it would survive outside of the machine. We had to remain cold, scientific and unattached.”

We see a newborn baby inside the machine. And Old Lucius concludes…

“So, naturally, the first thing I did was name her Kamala.”

#rwby #rwby fan art #rwby art #rwby fanart #rwby oc #team rain #robin lincoln #irving hawthorne #nyssa noirette #akane amaranth #kamala braith #lucius braith

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ladyphlogiston · 1 year ago

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Turning Hearts

Star Wars fanfic, set at the end of Empire Strikes Back (picks up in the middle of Luke's fight with Vader). Gen, canon-typical violence.

This is the unedited version. Someday I will finish it and then my husband will edit it for me and it will be much better. You have been warned.

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"Luke. You can destroy the Emperor. He has foreseen this. It is your destiny. Join me, and together we can rule the galaxy as father and son. Come with me. It is the only way."

Luke grimaced. In the Force, he could feel the truth: this was his father. His offer was not a trick. The pain and longing he felt were real.

But overwhelming the sadness, eclipsing it and blocking it out, was the sticky black anger of the Dark Side, waiting to rend him apart. Luke tightened his grip on the gantry, his hand sticky with blood. Surely anything would be better than that.

The wind picked up, causing the gantry to sway and creak, as if all of Cloud City was falling apart. Luke had come to rescue his friends, and walked straight into a trap. The city would be destroyed, and it was his fault.

It was probably too late for Luke, but perhaps he could still rescue his friends. He swallowed.

"If I come with you, will you let my friends go?" he asked.

Darth Vader lowered his hand. "I will."

"And Han. Will you get him away from that bounty hunter?"

"I will."

"And..." Luke swallowed again, trying to think clearly, to sense the Force above the pain. "And will I be required to use the Dark Side?"

Darth Vader stared down at him, motionless. The mask gave nothing away. "We will discuss the matter," he finally said.

Luke shut his eyes, then opened them again. Later. He could face his father's ways later.

"Okay," he said. "Okay, I'll come with you."

The trip to Vader's ship was a blur. Luke was dizzy and in pain, and he focused on staying upright, putting one foot in front of the other. His father's arm came behind him, providing support and protection. It wasn't a real arm, and Luke was vividly aware of the steel and plastic pressed against his back, but he was grateful for the help.

"Call off the pursuit," Luke heard his father say, "and withdraw from Cloud City. Send a squadron after the bounty hunter. I want Captain Solo brought to me, alive and unharmed."

"Should we compensate the bounty hunter?" asked a voice.

"If necessary."

"Yes, my Lord."

"There is no one with me. I brought no one aboard," Vader added, and Luke heard or felt the resonance in the Force. It felt wrong, worse than when Obi-Wan had tricked the guards, but he was too dizzy to care.

"There is no one with you," the voice repeated.

Vader moved on, and Luke leaned on his arm and walked with him. His father was very tall. Uncle Owen had been taller than Luke too.

The lights changed, and Luke was settled onto a smooth bed. A medical droid whirred over him, and Luke shut his eyes and allowed the darkness to come.

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When Luke woke up, a robotic hand had been attached to his arm. His arm ached, deeply, and the foreign weight seemed to pin his whole body to the bed.

Luke stared in horror at the machine attached to his arm. He tried to close his fingers into a fist, and the machine responded stiffly, as if it were copying him. He opened his fingers, and the fingers opened. Their reluctant mimicry seemed to mock him.

"We will have to look for a better one," said his father's voice.

Luke looked up and discovered that he was on a bed at one end of a large room. The shiny black walls seemed oppressive in their austerity, and the Force breathed black smoke around the bed. Darth Vader was sitting at a white table, a pile of datapads in front of him.

"A better one?" Luke echoed, puzzled.

"This is my personal medical droid. It is programmed to provide care only within certain parameters," Vader explained.

Luke sat up carefully. The room swam for a moment, but then righted itself. He shifted his aching arm and dropped the prosthetic hand into his lap. "I thought the Imperial Navy always had the best of everything," he objected.

"The Navy does have excellent medical droids, which we cannot use without betraying your presence on board. I do not wish to engage the Emperor any sooner than I must."

Luke furrowed his brow. Something wasn't adding up, but the pain in his arm made it hard to focus. "Won't the crew be loyal to you, Father?" he asked.

There was a long silence, broken only by the click and gasp of Vader's respirator.

"Why would anyone be loyal to the master's dog?" Vader asked. His voice sounded heavier than ever.

"But, you're...." Like trailed off, unable to put his thoughts into words. He waved good hand vaguely, attempting to indicate Vader's power and strength.

This time the silence was even longer. "There are a thousand ways to be a slave," Vader finally said. His voice was almost soft. "Remember that, son."

Luke stared at him.

Vader clenched his fist and the table scraped against the floor. "Remember that!" he thundered.

"Okay, I'll remember," Luke snapped, frightened and confused.

Vader seemed satisfied, and Luke took a breath. His arm hurt. He looked again at the metal hand attached to it. The wiring was badly soldered in places, and he could see burrs and misalignments on the struts.

"I bet I can build a better hand than this one," he said aloud. "Or upgrade it. Do you have any tools on hand?"

---

"They've stopped shooting. Why would they stop shooting?" Lando asked, peering out the viewport.

"I don't know, but I'm not sticking around to find out!" Leia replied.

Chewie growled his assent, and a few moments later, the stars streaked into hyperspace. They all stayed alert, peering around for followers or more trouble, but none came. Slowly they began to relax.

"Where are we headed?" Lando asked.

Chewie indicated the control panel, and Leia leaned over to read it. "Kafrene," she reported. "It's a good place to lose any tails and pick up more information."

Lando nodded. "Good thinking, Chewie."

Leia folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the console. "It's a good place to find transportation, too. What are your plans?"

Lando shrugged. "Might as well visit the Banking Guild while I'm there; see if I can withdraw anything from my Imperial accounts before they're frozen. After that, I'm with you. We have to get Han back, and I don't believe in backing down from a fight."

"Well, don't hold your breath about your accounts," Leia replied, "But we would appreciate your help."

Lando smiled and bowed. "Glad to be of service."

They settled in. Chewie went to his bunk, and Leia sat down with a cup of caf. Lando had been winged in the firefight, so he got out the med kit and sat down at the table.

"So who was the kid?" Lando asked, examining the burn on his arm.

"Hmm?" Leia asked.

"The kid at the end. You called him Luke."

Leia nodded. "Luke is - was - a pilot with the Rebellion. He and Han were good friends. We weren't sure if he was alive, actually; we haven't heard from him for a couple of months."

Lando applied a bacta patch to his arm. "Well, seems likely he's dead now. Vader wanted him specially, didn't he?"

Leia hesitated, then sighed and nodded. "Yes. Have you heard of the Jedi?"

Lando looked up, puzzled. "Sure, I've heard some crazy stories. Not so many lately, of course."

"Well, apparently Luke had the potential to be a Jedi. I don't understand how it works, but I've seen him do some things....well, maybe it was true."

"Too bad he's gone. Sounds like he would have come in handy."

Leia smiled wanly. "He already had. And he had a good heart. I'll miss him."

Lando rolled down his sleeve and stood up to pour a cup of caf for himself. "Do you know where he's been? The past month or so, I mean. He must have heard about Han being captured somehow."

Leia looked puzzled. "I don't know. The other pilots said he had a personal stop, but we hadn't heard from him since. Maybe Lord Vader broadcast a message somehow?"

Lando frowned, leaning against the galley counter. "Not on any frequency I was monitoring, he didn't."

Leia got up and crossed to call into the cargo hold. "R2? Could you come up here?" she asked.

A few minutes later, R2-D2 entered, followed by C-3PO.

"Good evening, Your Highness, Your Lordship. I thought I had better come too, in case you needed me," he explained.

Leia smiled at him. "We may. We wanted to know where Luke has been, the last month or so. R2? You were with him."

R2-D2 whistled, and C-3PO said, "He says they were in the Dagobah system. How very curious."

"What was Luke doing in the Dagobah system?" Leia asked.

R2-D2 replied, and this time C-3PO turned to look sternly at the little droid. "What do you mean, floating rocks? Rocks don't float."

R2-D2 blatted back, and Leia intervened. "What did he say, 3PO?"

C-3PO turned back to her. "He says Master Luke was getting muddy and floating rocks, Your Highness. I'm afraid I don't understand what he's getting at."

"R2, was Luke's visit to Dagobah related to becoming a Jedi?" Leia tried.

R2-D2 beeped disparagingly, and C-3PO replied, "Always throwing themselves off things? Why would they do that? And when have you ever known a Jedi? Other than Master Obi-Wan, of course, and you know perfectly well he—"

R2-D2 blatted at C-3PO and rolled away. C-3PO followed him, still demanding that he explain himself.

Leia sighed. "Well, you know as much as I do. Once we get Han back, I might go to Dagobah myself and see if I can find out what Luke was up to."

---

Luke shakily exited the fresher, leaning heavily on the doorframe as he passed. His arm was throbbing with pain, and his whole body seemed to be throbbing in time with it.

"Let me teach you the power of the Dark Side," his father suggested. "The Dark Side can take your pain from you, and turn it into power."

"I don't want to use the Dark Side, Father," Luke replied firmly.

Darth Vader was silent, except for the constant rhythm of his respirator. Eventually he admitted, "There is also a Light Side discipline which does much the same thing."

"Can you teach me?" Luke asked, lowering himself carefully into the seat across the table from Vader.

"I have not touched the Light Side in many years, my son."

"I know that Father, but can't you tell me what to do?" Luke persisted.

The respirator cycled several times before Vader finally replied, "You focus on the Force, on its presence in you and around you. You breathe out your pain, and trust the Force to take it."

Luke closed his eyes, trying to meditate like Master Yoda had showed him. He hadn't been very good at it. Moving meditations were better, but the idea of moving his arm more than he had to made him feel sick.

The Force was dark and oppressive, feeding on his pain. Harsh laughter swirled through the mist, grating against his injury.

Luke breathed out again. Focus on the presence of the Force. The Force was dark here. In acknowledging that, he realized he could also sense places the Force felt lighter. He focused on them, and tried to breathe out his pain as his father had instructed.

It seemed to work for a moment, but then the mists came swirling back and he lost concentration. He opened his eyes.

"It's too difficult," he complained. "The Force is too dark here."

His father looked at him, then went back to his work.

Luke was still considering what to say next when the door chimed. Darth Vader raised a hand, and Luke found himself pushed across the room, and a partition wall slid down to hide him from view.

Luke heard the door open, and footsteps enter, then leave. His father's breathing was harsh in the silence, but there was another person breathing in the room. The Imperial officers had brought in a prisoner.

"Captain Solo," his father finally said, "I trust you are recovered from your ordeal?"

"Fine," came Han's voice, full of spit and sarcasm, "I hear on Chandrila they charge hundreds of credits for that treatment."

"Indeed."

Heavy footsteps strode back and forth.

"Have you any family, Captain Solo?" came Vader's voice.

There were sounds of movement, as if Han were thrashing around, or maybe struggling to free himself. "If that's a threat, it won't work," he said scornfully. "If that's an attempt to question me....well, it still won't work."

"What can you tell me about Obi-Wan Kenobi?" Vader asked him.

"Pretty sure that crazy old wizard let you kill him."

Heavy footsteps paved again, faster this time.

"And what can you tell me about the Rebellion?"

"They all do nothing but sit around and drink Bothan wine," Han shot back.

Footsteps strode to the door and opened it. "I have further use for Captain Solo," Vader said, "See that he is transported to the Ring of Kafrene and released there."

"Yes, my Lord," came the Imperial officer's voice, and the footsteps returned and dragged Han out.

The partition slid back into the wall, and Luke faced his father once more. "Thank you," he said.

---

Luke allowed his arm to drop, breathing hard. The droid insisted that exercising the new hand was important, but every movement made the pain in his arm spike through him, hot and fresh. It was leaving him light-headed.

He closed his eyes and once more tried to find the Force, to breathe out the pain. That wasn't getting any easier either. He was increasingly aware of the Dark Side, eager to take his pain, eager for him to use it. He ignored it. He was a Jedi.

A chime sounded, and a section of the wall parted and slid open, revealing a white pod around a steel seat. Darth Vader set aside his data pads and stood. The angle of his shoulders looked defeated for a moment, and then he straightened.

Vader turned to regard Luke for a few minutes, then he called and lit his lightsaber and deliberately cut away a section of the wall bear the pod. He reached in and pulled out a large pouch, which he threw to Luke.

"I am rarely given solid food," Vader explained.

Luke clumsily caught the pouch and examined it. It turned out to be two pouches, linked together, each containing a liquid. He shrugged. "Can't be the worst thing I've ever eaten."

His father sat in the seat and allowed the pod to close around him. There was a series of mechanical hisses and clanks, and then the Force was filled with pain.

Luke winced. The Dark Side swept around him, stronger than ever, leaving impressions of his father's daily pain. His joints were sore from the heavy prosthetics. Raw places on his skin ached as ill-fitting couplings were withdrawn. His head was sore from the filtered light of the mask.

Shutting out the sensation as well as he could, Luke opened the first pouch. The clear liquid inside was sweet and salty, like the hydration fluids his Aunt Beru had mixed up before long trips into the desert. Luke drained the pouch dutifully.

The second pouch held a white liquid, and felt more filling in his stomach. Luke sipped it thoughtfully.

"This tastes a bit like blue milk," he commented. "It's not bad."

There was no answer, so Luke finished the white fluid quietly.

The lights dimmed shortly afterwards. There was no bed in his father's chambers, so Luke lay on the smooth surface of the operating table. The hand flopped awkwardly on the table next to him, and the pain shot up his arm.

Luke closed his eyes and tried to sleep. The pain in his arm was intolerable. He tried to breathe it out to the Force. It helped a little.

Luke wasn't sure how long he lay there, alternating between trying to sleep, trying to breathe out the pain, and perhaps dozing a little, before a hand touched his shoulder. He snapped awake, and saw his father standing next to him. The respirator seemed to echo in the darkness.

"What is it, Father?" he asked.

"Come. Be quiet," his father replied, and turned away, making for the door of the chambers.

Luke got up, using his good hand to support the prosthesis, and followed.

They walked through the hallways of the Star Destroyer. Many of the lights were dimmed for the night shift. Sometimes Darth Vader would pause before crossing a space or rounding a corner, and Luke felt shifts in the Force as he sent the guards away. No one saw them.

They arrived at a workshop. It was deserted, and the tools and supplies were neatly put away. Half-repaired droids sat in a row along one wall, and boxes of scrap and parts filled the shelves.

"Thanks," Luke whispered, grinning. He strode forward, tucked his prosthesis into his tunic for support, and began gathering the tools he would need.

Once he'd grabbed his tools, Luke sat down to take the prosthesis apart, and realized he couldn't do it with one hand. Almost before he'd realized it, his father's hands were there, helping him detach the hand and begin the disassembly.

Luke took a deep breath. This was nice. Being in a workshop was calming. The Force wasn't as oppressive here, and his father seemed a little calmer too.

"I figure we'll start by cleaning up the smaller rods, and maybe replacing the larger struts with a lighter material," Luke said. The hand was heavy, and reducing the weight would make it hurt less.

His father nodded. He raised his hand, calling grinding and burnishing tools to himself, and began methodically smoothing out each of the tiny bars. Luke used the Force to lift down a likely-looking box of scrap, and began rifling through it.

"What have you been working on, Father? On your datapads?" Luke asked quietly.

Vader took a moment to answer. "I have been considering our strategy," he said. "I do not yet see our way to victory. The Emperor is very powerful. He will be a formidable opponent."

Luke frowned. "Is there any way to get him to give you a better position? He thinks you're on his side, after all."

Vader's fingers tightened on a bar, and it bent out of shape. He threw it down and summoned a new one. "In the Dark Side, there is no loyalty and no sharing of power. There will be no peace until the Emperor is dead."

"Okay," Luke said. He picked up the deformed bar, tried and failed to straighten it, and placed it next to the other struts that needed replacement. He turned back to his scrap selection. "What about passing information to the Rebellion?" he asked, next time his father was between pieces. "I've run a few attacks with them. They could help. Maybe even kill him for us."

The next bar hit Vader's palm almost viciously. "I will kill him. I must," he replied.

Luke could sense his father's anger and frustration, so he left the topic. He took a deep breath and centered himself in the Force. It came easier now, after the last day of constant struggle to reach anything that wasn't the Dark Side. He breathed out his pain, trusting the Force to take it, and his arm stopped hurting. It was easier to think, here in the workshop.

He'd found replacement material for the struts, but it would need to be cut and shaped, and he still only had one hand. This was finer Force manipulation than he had done before, but there was lots of scrap. It wouldn't hurt to try.

He cut the first length of wire, and slowly worked on bending it to shape. The shape felt small and slippery in the Force, and it responded unpredictably. He cursed under his breath when it slipped from his grasp.

"Reach for the composition of the wire, not just for the shape. Look for the weaknesses," his father commented. Luke noticed his father was no longer putting off a maelstrom of dark emotions. The Force was fluttering around his father now, as if delighted to be back within touching distance.

Luke turned back to his scrap. He lifted it in his good hand, trying to focus on it. It still felt small and slippery in the Force. When he focused on the cut ends, he could sort of sense fluctuations around the shape, but reaching for the composition....it slipped out of his fingers and clattered on the table.

Luke pressed his lips together and tried again. He breathed out the pain in his arm, shunting it off to the Force and trusting the Force to heal and protect him. He focused on the metal in front of him, but it sat blank and inert in the Force. He could lift it, but not shape it.

This was pointless. Luke sat back and looked around, eager to think about something else. The parts of the prosthetic hand lay spread out on the table between them. "Once the linkages are clear, maybe we can find some more responsive servos to install," he commented.

His father indicated one of the broken droids sitting on the scrap shelf. "Try that MKX model. Their servos are consistently excellent."

Luke called the droid to himself and popped open the chassis. Much of the circuitry was fried or broken, but the servos and armature were largely intact. He began to pull it apart with his good hand and the Force.

"Have you done this to your arm?" Luke asked.

"No. There are chips in my prosthetics," his father replied.

Luke shook his head in commiseration. "Synthetic Rights Management is the bane of the galaxy."

Darth Vader's respirator hitched. "I think that's me."

Luke chuckled. "Well, okay, but SRM is up there. I could take a look, if you want, once I can work again. I'm pretty good at working around the SRM chips; I just have a good sense for what to do."

"Do you sense them with the Force?" Vader asked, surprised.

Luke hesitated. "Huh. Maybe? I didn't know about the Force when I started fixing droids, but it probably is the same."

"Indeed. Now try shaping that strut again; you must master fine Force manipulation. Clearly Obi-Wan did not teach you everything he should have."

---

The next day was a little easier. The Dark Side was still strong in Darth Vader's chambers, but the time spent in the workshop during the night seemed to have strengthened and steadied both of them. Luke even found that his arm was substantially less painful, and the smoother action of the prosthesis made his physical exercises easier.

Vader gave Luke a data pad, and he spent time on the holonet, catching up on the news he had missed during his time on Dagobah. He also spent time practicing fine manipulation with the Force, at his father's insistence.

His father had duties elsewhere in the ship, and when he returned to the room he was aching and tired. Luke encouraged him to eat and rest.

That night, they finished replacing the servos in Luke's hand, and Luke examined his father's prosthetics to see what he could do. The heavy, brutal construction left him frowning and worried, but he would have the next day to plan improvements.

---

Luke worked his way carefully through the linkages in his father's arm. The SRM chips were there, embedded in struts and circuitry. They smelled like death, and the Dark Side clung to them.

Luke reached for the Force around them, trying to direct the lighter Force in the workshop between himself and the toxic chips. He eased a wire away from the connecting module, and used the Force to lift an SRM chip free so the socket could be smoothed and polished.

The scarring on his father's shoulder was extensive, and the skin near the socket was raw and oozing. Luke wished they had some bacta.

"Father, could a proper hospital fix you?" he asked. "Even in the Rebellion, I've seen the medics do amazing things."

Darth Vader turned to look at Luke. "The Emperor does not allow me to be fully healed, my son. After he is dead, I will consider the matter."

"But why not try now? You shouldn't have to be in so much pain," Luke asked.

"Suffering is the power of the Dark Side," Vader intoned.

Luke rolled his eyes. "The Dark Side sucks."

The respirator cycled a few times before Vader added, "I cannot visit a hospital. There is nowhere I could go that would not turn me over to my Master, and he would punish me for my rebellion."

Luke grimaced. He didn't want to bring up the Rebellion at the moment, as the arm was at a rather delicate stage, and his father was right: there was nowhere else to go. He pushed his wish that his father could get better into the Force and kept working.

---

"Any luck with your accounts?" Leia asked, pouring herself a cup of caf.

"Not frozen, surprisingly," Lando responded. "I pulled out what I could without raising suspicion. I'll have to work on transferring the rest to some of my Outer Rim accounts - I'm sure the Empire will freeze them eventually."

"At least that's some good news," Leia responded.

"Yes." Lando took a sip of his caf. "So, Tatooine next?"

Leia nodded. "I'd like to stay here for another day or two - however long it takes to get a report from the Alliance High Command. We didn't have a secure comm connection while we flying, and I need to update them. But after that, Tatooine."

"Fine by me, Princess. I'll talk to a few people while we're here and see if I can get some fresh identities made up."

"Thank you."

Leia took a long drink of her own caf, aware of Lando's keen eyes on her. She wasn't really surprised when he finally spoke.

"So. You and Han?" he asked.

Leia blushed a little. "Yes. We - well, it's been a long time coming. And we were able to talk some, on the Falcon. I know it probably looks like it's just a fling..."

"Oh, it's not just a fling, I can tell you that," Lando interjected.

Leia looked up at him, puzzled.

Lando smiled a bit and leaned forward. "Do you know much about Wookie culture, Princess?"

Leia frowned. "A little, but mostly just from talking to Chewie on the Falcon. My Shriiwook isn't very good, but I'm learning."

"Wookie care very much about honor, Leia, and about fulfilling their debts," Lando explained. "Han saved Chewie's life, years ago, and in Chewie's mind, that's what he owes Han. When Han was threatened, his honor required that he fight to the death."

"But he didn't."

"He didn't, because Han told him to protect you. And Chewie accepted that. Because you are Han's life." Lando smirked at Leia's expression, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs. "So no, it doesn't look like a fling."

Leia took a sip of caf, hoping to cover her confusion. "I guess we'd better get him back then," she finally said.

Lando's smirk broadened into a grin. "We'll wait for you to make your report, and then I guess we'd better."

---

The cockpit comm chimed, and Lando slapped the pickup button. "Who's talking?" he asked.

"That you, Lando? Might have known you'd take the opportunity to steal my ship," said Han's tired voice.

Lando sat up straight. "Han? Old buddy? Where are you? What can you tell me?

"Are you okay?" Leia asked, coming into the cockpit to join the call. Chewie growled behind her.

"I'm on Kafrene. They...they let me go? The Empire. I don't know why. I'm in a hostel called the Golden Coaster."

Leia and Lando exchanged looks. "Hang tight, Han, and we'll come get you," Lando replied.

"I don't know why they let me go. It could be a trap. I should meet you somewhere," Han replied.

"You sound exhausted, Han. You're probably still recovering from the carbonite. Stay there. We'll be careful," Leia promised.

"Better bring clothes," Han replied. "These might be bugged."

"We'll do that, and we'll take you to a clinic to get scanned for chips. It'll be fine, Han, don't worry so much," Lando told him.

Chewie growled again, and Han chuckled. "You're right, Chewie. I'll see you soon."

---

"Jabba's announced the course for the Boonta Eve Classic," Luke said, scanning the holonet news on his datapad. "It's a little shorter than usual this year, but that cut through the canyon looks tricky."

"I flew in the Boonta Eve Classic once," his father commented.

Luke looked up, puzzled. "But humans don't—Wait. You're *that* Skywalker? The one who won the Boonta Eve Classic ages ago?"

"Yes. I was nine."

Luke jumped to his feet. "I can't believe it! Jag Darklighter - my friend Biggs' father - he was there. He still has his ticket from that race. I must have heard about it a thousand times!

Luke sat down again, leaning forward. "So what really happened to your coupler in the last lap? People have been arguing for years."

"I cannot be certain," Vader admitted. "My podracer was largely built from scrap, but I thought that coupling was secure. I believe Sebulba sabotaged it."

"Ha!" Luke said, slapping the table. "I knew he had a squinty look. Biggs thought you'd misjudged a cut and damaged it."

"I definitely did not."

Luke grinned and leaned back, shaking his head. "I can't believe you won the Boonta Eve Classic. Obi-Wan never told me anything *important*!"

---

"Tell Jabba the Hutt that Anakin Skywalker wants to make a deal with him. If he'll provide the medical care I need to be fit to fly again, I'll fly for him in the Boonta Eve Classic. He lost a lot of money when I won, thirty years ago, and now he'll have the chance to make it all back. I've transferred ten thousand credits to his holdings, as a sign of good faith."

Darth Vader ended the holo message. It would work or it wouldn't. But Luke wanted him to be well, and the Force was with him.

#Turning hearts #Fanfic #star wars fanfiction #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker

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emilato · 11 months ago

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𝕄𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕊𝕦𝕚𝕥 𝔾𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕞

This was such a hard watch for me. I found this show extremely hard to pay attention to and, overall, quite boring. I think the show helped me figure out that I'm not into sci-fi. Besides what I think, I do know how well-known and popular this series is. My cousin went to Japan recently and saw the large moving robot (the RX-78F00) in the gantry. At the time he showed me the picture, I had no clue what it was, but it is cool that now I do. Since I found it difficult to pay attention, it's hard for me to do a deep dive into this show, but I did see slight themes of anti-war throughout it.

Mobile Suit Gundam takes place in the year 0079 and follows the story of Amuro, who eventually becomes the pilot of Gundam, a powerful mobile suit that Amuro's father created. Amuro fights during the war between the Earth Federation and the Principality of Zeon. As I mentioned previously, I noticed slight themes of anti-war sprinkled throughout the show. One that I noticed right off the bat was the human cost of war. In the first episode, characters like Fraw Bow and Amuro experience trauma. Fraw Bow's family was caught in the crossfire and was killed by a bomb. The show overall depicts the destruction of cities and lives.

The show also showed a critique of soldiers who were cut off from the command structure and how they treated regular civilians, once again showing the suffering of civilians due to war. These soldiers exhibited a sense of arrogance and had a superiority complex, viewing civilians as inferior. We can see this, for example, in the scene where a soldier was sneering at this woman who was begging him to pay for the apple he took.

Though this show wasn't for me, I can kind of understand its appeal. The concept of the show is pretty neat, especially since it came out in the late 1970s. I like the unique design of the suits and that there are many messages about war mixed into the show. What I also find cool about it is that the show has evolved over so many years and still has a place in people's hearts.

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Revolutionizing Construction: The Power of 3D Concrete Printing in Construction Technology

Introduction

In the ever-evolving landscape of construction technology, one innovation stands out as a game-changer: 3D concrete printing. This revolutionary technique is reshaping the way we approach construction projects, offering unprecedented speed, efficiency, and creative possibilities. In this article, we delve into the intricacies of 3D concrete printing and its profound impact on the construction industry.

Understanding 3D Concrete Printing

What is 3D Concrete Printing?

At its core, 3D concrete printing is a cutting-edge construction method that utilizes robotic arms or gantry systems to layer concrete in precise patterns, creating three-dimensional structures layer by layer. This departure from traditional construction methods not only accelerates the building process but also allows for intricate and customized designs that were previously challenging to achieve.

How Does it Work?

The process involves a blend of concrete, often enhanced with additives for improved strength and durability, being extruded through a nozzle in a controlled manner. The nozzle is guided by a computerized model, ensuring precision in the deposition of each layer. As the layers stack, a solid, fully functional structure emerges.

Advantages of 3D Concrete Printing

Speed and Efficiency

One of the most significant advantages of 3D concrete printing is its remarkable speed. Traditional construction methods can take months, if not years, to complete a project. In contrast, 3D printing can construct buildings in a matter of days or weeks, significantly reducing construction timelines.

Cost-Effective Construction

By minimizing material waste and accelerating the building process, 3D concrete printing translates into cost savings. The efficiency of this technology contributes to a reduction in labor costs and the overall expenses associated with traditional construction methods.

Design Freedom and Customization

Architects and builders now have unparalleled design freedom with 3D concrete printing. Complex and innovative architectural designs that were once impractical or prohibitively expensive can now be brought to life. This opens up new possibilities for creativity and customization in construction projects.

Applications of 3D Concrete Printing

Residential Construction

The residential construction sector is witnessing a surge in 3D-printed homes. From affordable housing projects to luxurious custom-designed residences, 3D concrete printing offers a versatile solution that aligns with various housing needs.

Infrastructure Projects

Large-scale infrastructure projects, such as bridges and tunnels, can benefit from the efficiency and precision of 3D concrete printing. The technology's ability to produce large and intricate structures with minimal manual intervention makes it an attractive choice for such endeavors.

Sustainable Construction

The environmental impact of traditional construction methods is a growing concern. 3D concrete printing addresses this by reducing material waste and incorporating sustainable concrete mixes. The result is a more eco-friendly construction process that aligns with global sustainability goals.

Challenges and Future Outlook

Technological Challenges

While 3D concrete printing holds immense promise, it is not without its challenges. Refinement in printing materials, addressing structural integrity concerns, and overcoming scale limitations are areas where ongoing research and development are crucial.

Future Prospects

As technology advances, we can anticipate further refinement and widespread adoption of 3D concrete printing. The integration of smart technologies, such as sensors and automation, will likely enhance the precision and capabilities of 3D printing systems, opening doors to even more ambitious construction projects.

Conclusion: Paving the Way for the Future

In conclusion, 3D concrete printing is more than just a technological advancement; it's a catalyst for change in the construction industry. Its ability to reshape the way we build, offering speed, cost-effectiveness, and design flexibility, positions it as a cornerstone for the future of construction. As the technology matures, we can expect 3D concrete printing to become an integral part of construction projects, defining a new era in the built environment.

#technology #3d concrete printing

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strategiautomation · 8 days ago

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Gantry Machine tending robot

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khship910 · 2 years ago

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User Reviews Glossary

My SakuAtsu cyberpunk sci-fi story User Reviews takes place in the Hub, a Metro run by the Corp, in a future not too far away.

This glossary can help you speak like a true Hub citizen, and fool most securoBots.

adorb: adorable. A cuter version of something.

android: humanistic Bot.

anonyBand: a necklace that scrambles a person's facial features, making them unreadable in both surveillance camera footage and IRL.

art bomb: an illegal street art installation by graf artists.

atomWash: using an atomizer to get clean.

atomizer: A type of shower, that uses a fine mist to clean.

auDisc: Audio discs, similar to CDs.

bagPants: baggy pants.

the Belt: the drivable street encircling the Hub.

bopBots: AI tasked with inventing Popular Music.

bot: robotic laborer.

candEcube: Corp-produced candy, small cubes made of artificial flavors and sweeteners.

closed-loop: non-networked system.

cof: coffee.

cleanBot: a general use Bot, similar to a housekeeper.

the Collective: an illegal underground artists colony.

Cons: the right-of-center groups who are pro-Corps and run most of the Metros with an iron fist.

the Continental Amalgamation: the equivalent to the US, with a lot less cities and states.

Corp: the corporation in charge of the Hub.

CorpsCorps: the Corps' private army.

Creem: cof whitener.

critThink: critical thinking. Outlawed in the Hub.

cyclo-drive: getting excited.

daffy: dumb.

denary: group of ten.

dFunct: not working. Used as an expletive.

DivZero: short for "dividing by zero," this is a term used to identify an idiot. Used as an expletive.

DnD: do not disturb. An iNet setting that makes you unavailable to others.

E-skl: school.

eco: okay.

eco mode: chill.

error: something gone wrong, used as an expletive.

face2: party.

Fact™: a Corp truth. Registered trademark.

fitPants: pants that are tighter around the leg.

floorSweep: the most common consumer Bot. Functions as a vacuum cleaner.

flux: irregular electricity. Used as an expletive.

foodOp: restaurants. Also known as FOs.

foodPrep: yet another amazing Corp invention, the foodPrep is the only appliance you'll ever need. Designed to cook Readys ready in under two minutes! The Corp foodPrep. Get yours today!

foodPrep area: new name for "Kitchen."

fritzed: something is messed up.

fritz up: to mess something up.

furnsTop: a place that sells furniture and other household items.

ganked: yanked or grabbed.

gantry: hoisting machine.

ghostBoard: an interface for planning and programming on the iNet. Can be set to public or private mode.

graf: graffitti.

greyfiber: a recycled material used for fabric-type purposes.

holoProj: holographic projector, plays simCasts.

hoverCar: individual vehicles. They travel along synthment within the Hub and on smoovPaths between Metros.

Hub: the Hub is one of many Metros that make up the cityStates of the Continental Amalgamation.It is the nation's premier post-creativity society.

iDent: identity file.

iNet: what we would call the internet. Most use it in the form of contact lenses. A few old-timers still use glasses. All normal Hub citizens rely on it for day-to-day tasks.

IRL: in real life, not on the iNet.

iTap: How users of the iNet "click" on various screens within the program, by looking at them.

K: currency used by the Hub.

K-count: how much money a person has.

kak: excrement. Used as an expletive.

lastGen: digital location device, password and key. Used to mark secure areas and also to let people in those secure areas.

Libs: the left-of-center groups that have absconded to the subUrbs. They fight wars of attrition with the Cons who run the Metros.

mBandit: Metro bandits; people who invade Metros for personal gain.

med: hospital.

medBot: robot doctor.

Meeting: illegal spiritual gathering.

Metros: city-states of the Continental Amalgamation.

mono: monorail that circles the Hub.

netFile: every human's digital record. Their identification, online footprint, records and messages, all in one!

netMances: the premier iNet dating app. 90% of successful relationships start on netMances.

nCurrNc: untraceable currency. Best used for illegal income and payments.

nGupLink: clean energy source, what the citizens of the Hub rely on for their power.

Night Market: the illegal event thrown by the Collective, to purchase non-Corp-produced goods.

nMessage: encrypted messaging system. Only for sale illegally.

off prog: going off program can mean a variety of things: getting sick, mental instability, engaging in unauthorized behavior.

offline: someone staring, or even completely unconscious.

on prog: acting in a way that is expected.

outSide: the area beyond the Peri of the Hub.

paPocks: pants pockets. In most bagPants and fitPants.

peri: the perimeter of the Hub, a wall designed to keep the citizens safe.

plasti-gel: plastic gel that conforms to a variety of shapes and sizes. Used for bespoke products.

plasticine: the most used building material in the Hub. It is made out of recycled plastics and can be recycled itself, in perpetuity.

rRoom: restroom.

Readys: Corp-manufactured instant dinners, coming in five whole flavors, not including soupCups! Cooked in a foodPrep in two minutes and nutritionally balanced, Readys are all the food you need!

reEducation: the Corps' most common method of punishing illegal behavior.

reFrige: refrigerator.

roze: when someone is feeling good.

roze-pozy: when someone is feeling really good.

securoBot: security guard robot.

sensaRig: used in conjunction with the simSuit and the articulating simSkin scales, a sensaRig is a full virtual reality pod in which a person can experience another person's vidStream completely. Attachments are available to enjoy taste, smell, and all tactile sensations.

sexClub: a Corp-run sexual activity center to keep Hub citizens satisfied.

simCast: a three-dimensional version of the simScreen.

simScreen: a screen that can run a simulation visible to its audience.

simSkin: the tiles that transmit feeling when a person uses their sensaRig.

simSuit: a thin, nearly transparent fabric, worn under the simSkin tiles of a sensaRig.

skeek: creep

smartMug: a cof cup that can keep your beverage at your desired temp.

smoovPaths: interMetro highways. In disrepair.

socFeeds: iNet social media.

spark off: to make someone angry.

spizzy: cool.

spizzy as zizzy: really cool.

spline: a smooth motion.

streamedy: iNet comedy.

streetClean: these Bots keep the streets clear of any chunks that have been worn away, as well as cleaning up any recycling or illegal street art.

subUrbs: the living areas outSide the Hub. The domain of the Libs.

Sucra™: artificial sweetener.

swiggled: covered.

synthment: what the streets of the Hub are made of.

sys online: systems online. A question meaning, "are you okay?" or an answer meaning, "I'm okay."

T: t-shirt.

Toothy: a toothbrush Bot.

UBI: universal basic income, a way to guarantee all Hub citizens the K they need to buy the products the Corp sells.

upLink: a transmission to or from the iNet.

unders: underwear.

uvBlock: sunscreen.

valet: a general use Bot, similar to a butler.

vidChat: video chat. Audio-only upLinks are also available.

vidScreen: a screen that can project video.

vidStream: programming on the iNet.

wayFrees: freeways.

zero: idiot

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What is the Real Cost of Owning a Laser Cutter Machine in the USA?

Investing in a laser cutting machine is a major decision for any shop or manufacturing operation. While the sticker price of a new SLTL cutting machine ranges from USD 90,000 to USD 250,000 depending on power and bed size, the true cost of ownership extends far beyond that initial purchase. In this article, we’ll break down the key factors—purchase price, installation expenses, facility requirements, operating costs, consumables, maintenance, and depreciation—to help you calculate total cost of ownership (TCO) for a laser cutter in the USA.

1. Initial Purchase Price

SLTL cutting machines come in a variety of configurations. Entry-level systems (1 kW–2 kW, 4 ft × 4 ft beds) typically start around USD 90,000. Mid-range machines (2 kW–4 kW, 4 ft × 8 ft or 5 ft × 10 ft beds) run from USD 120,000 to USD 160,000. High-end systems (6 kW–12 kW, 6 ft × 12 ft or 8 ft × 20 ft beds) can exceed USD 250,000. Factors that influence price include:

Laser Power (kW): Higher power means faster cutting and thicker-plate capability but costs more.

Bed Size (ft × ft): Larger beds require more steel and larger motion systems, increasing frame and gantry costs.

Automation and Material Handling: Features like automatic sheet loaders or robotic unloaders can add USD 20,000–USD 50,000.

Control Software and Optics: Advanced nesting software, IoT monitoring, and premium optics packages add another USD 5,000–USD 20,000.

Brand, Warranty, and Service: SLTL machines include standard warranties, but extended warranties and nationwide service contracts add USD 10,000–USD 20,000 annually (Source: https://www.laseruser.com/laser-equipment/laser-cutting-machines-pricelist/ and https://www.sltl.com/en-in/products/laser-cutting-machine-fiber).

. Installation and Training

Once the machine is purchased, installation and training costs must be factored in:

Site Preparation: You may need concrete floor reinforcement, a dedicated 3-phase electrical cut-in (480 V), and compressed-air hookups. Costs can range from USD 5,000 to USD 15,000, depending on local contractor rates and the complexity of electrical upgrades.

Machine Setup and Calibration: Professional installation by factory-trained technicians typically runs USD 5,000–USD 10,000. This includes leveling, alignment, testing, and basic adjustments to ensure optimal cut performance.

Operator and Maintenance Training: On-site training for operators and maintenance staff adds USD 3,000–USD 7,000. Comprehensive training cuts down learning curves, reduces early-stage errors, and improves uptime (Source: https://www.sltl.com/en-in/services/laser-machine-installation-training).

3. Facility and Utilities

Laser cutters have specific facility requirements beyond standard workshop space:

Space Requirements: A 4 ft × 8 ft laser table needs roughly 15 ft × 20 ft of clear floor area for the machine, operator access, and material handling. Larger machines (6 ft × 12 ft beds) require 20 ft × 30 ft or more. Real-estate costs vary widely; in some regions, industrial rent can exceed USD 1.50 per square foot per month.

Electrical Consumption: A medium-duty 2 kW fiber laser system typically consumes 25–30 kW during cutting. Running an 8 hr shift at USD 0.10 per kWh equates to about USD 20–USD 24 daily in electricity. Over 250 operating days, that’s roughly USD 5,000–USD 6,000 per year. Higher-power lasers (6 kW–10 kW) can double or triple those figures.

Cooling and HVAC: Fiber lasers use closed-loop water chillers or industrial chillers. A dedicated chiller can consume 5 kW–10 kW continuously, adding another USD 1,000–USD 2,500 annually in electricity. HVAC modifications—such as increased air conditioning capacity—can add USD 3,000–USD 8,000 to initial capital costs.

Fume Extraction: Proper ventilation is mandatory. A 600–800 CFM extraction unit with multi-stage filters costs USD 2,000–USD 5,000. Annual filter replacements and duct cleaning add USD 1,000–USD 2,000 per year (Source: https://www.accurl.com/blog/fiber-laser-cutting-safety/).

4. Consumables and Operating Costs

Your laser cutter relies on various consumables that wear out or require regular replacement:

Nozzles and Protective Glass: Nozzles typically last 100–300 hours depending on material and power settings. At USD 100–USD 200 per nozzle, and assuming 2–3 nozzles replaced monthly, that’s USD 2,400–USD 7,200 annually. Protective cover glasses run USD 50–USD 100 each; you may change one per month, costing USD 600–USD 1,200 per year.

Focus Lenses and Mirrors: OEM focus lenses cost USD 1,000–USD 2,000 and often last 800–1,200 cutting hours. Plan on one replacement every 5–8 months in heavy use, i.e., USD 1,500 × 2 = USD 3,000 annually. High-quality mirrors also degrade, costing USD 1,500–USD 2,500 each; replacing mirrors once a year could add USD 1,500–USD 2,500.

Assist Gases: Cutting mild steel usually uses oxygen; stainless steel and aluminum require nitrogen. High-purity nitrogen (99.998 percent) costs USD 1.50–USD 3.00 per cubic foot. A 2 kW system might use 50–100 scfh during cutting. Over 2,000 cutting hours, that equates to USD 9,000–USD 18,000 annually. Some shops use nitrogen generators to reduce costs, but generator capital can be USD 20,000–USD 40,000 with maintenance expenses.

Electricity for Running the Laser Source: As covered above, estimate USD 5,000–USD 6,000 per year for a 2 kW system; a 6 kW system could consume USD 15,000–USD 18,000 yearly.

Combined annual consumable and operating costs for a mid-range 4 kW laser could reach USD 30,000 or more (Source: https://www.laseruser.com/laser-equipment/laser-cutting-machines-pricelist/).

5. Maintenance and Service Contracts

Regular maintenance keeps your machine running reliably, but it carries its own costs:

Preventive Maintenance Visits: Factory technicians typically charge USD 1,500–USD 3,000 per visit, and recommended schedules are twice a year for medium-use machines. That’s USD 3,000–USD 6,000 annually.

Spare-Part Kits: Annual spare-part kits (including O-rings, seals, sensors, filters) cost USD 2,000–USD 5,000 depending on machine complexity.

Service Contracts: Extended service agreements covering travel, labor, and parts often start at USD 10,000–USD 20,000 per year. These contracts guarantee response times (4 hr–8 hr) and may include software updates, on-site repairs, and wear-part discounts.

If you skip a service contract, unplanned service calls can cost USD 5,000–USD 10,000 per visit, plus lndustrial Laser Cutting Machines | USA Sheet Metal Cutter

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Source: https://www.sltl.com/en-us/services/laser-machine-maintenance/

6. Depreciation and Financing

The capital cost of a laser cutter is depreciated over its useful life (5–7 years for tax purposes). Depreciation expense can be USD 15,000–USD 50,000 per year depending on machine price. If financed, interest charges add to overall cost:

Depreciation (Straight Line): A USD 150,000 machine depreciated over 7 years yields an annual depreciation of USD 21,428.

Lease or Loan Interest: If you finance USD 150,000 over 5 years at 5 percent interest, total interest paid is approximately USD 20,000, or USD 4,000 yearly (Source: https://www.sba.gov/funding-programs/loans).

Thus, annual non-cash costs (depreciation + interest) for a USD 150,000 machine could be USD 25,428.

7. Total Cost of Ownership (TCO) Example

To illustrate, consider a mid-range SLTL 4 kW, 5 ft × 10 ft machine purchased at USD 160,000. Below is a rough TCO estimate for Year 1:

Annual Cost Breakdown:

Depreciation (7 years): $22,857

Loan Interest (5 years at 5%): $3,000

Electricity (20 kW average draw): $10,000

Chiller Electricity (7 kW): $2,500

Assist Gas (Nitrogen + Oxygen mix): $12,000

Nozzles and Cover Glass: $4,000

Focus Lenses and Mirrors: $4,500

Filters, Seals, and Other Consumables: $3,000

Preventive Maintenance Visits: $5,000

Service Contract: $15,000

In this example, the first-year TCO approaches USD 260,357—well above the USD 160,000 purchase price. Subsequent years (excluding installation and facility mods) may run roughly USD 80,000–USD 100,000 annually depending on usage (Source: https://www.accurl.com/blog/fiber-laser-cutting-safety/ and https://prathamtech.com/blogs/use-original-spare-parts/).

8. Optimizing Your TCO

Match Power to Your Needs: Avoid over-specifying power. A 2 kW system may suffice if you rarely cut beyond 12 mm steel.

Invest in Automation: Higher upfront costs for loaders and part unloaders pay off if labor is expensive and you need high uptime.

Budget for Consumables: Negotiate bulk-purchase discounts on nozzles, lenses, and filters. Consider nitrogen generators if cutting large volumes of stainless.

Schedule Preventive Maintenance: Stick to OEM recommendations to prevent costly unplanned repairs.

Monitor Energy Usage: Use variable frequency drives (VFDs) on chillers and ensure proper system insulation to reduce power draw.

Conclusion

The real cost of owning a laser cutter in the USA extends well beyond the purchase price of USD 90,000–USD 250,000. When you factor in installation, facility upgrades, utilities, consumables, service contracts, depreciation, and financing, annual TCO can exceed USD 80,000–USD 100,000 for a mid-range system. Careful planning—matching machine power to your application, investing in preventive maintenance, and managing consumable usage—will help you optimize your investment and ensure a strong return over the life of your SLTL laser cutting machine.

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Automation Boom Fuels Growth in Motion Control Drive Market to $8.4 Billion by 2031

The global motion control drive market encompassing servo drives, stepper drives, and variable frequency (VFD) drives was valued at US$ 4.9 billion in 2022. Driven by the surge in automation, robotics, and precision motor control requirements, the market is forecast to expand at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 6.2% from 2023 through 2031, reaching US$ 8.4 billion by the end of the forecast period. Motion control drives regulate voltage, current, speed, and position of motors in applications ranging from CNC machining and semiconductor manufacturing to packaging, automotive, and materials handling.

Market Drivers & Trends

Automation & Industry 4.0 Adoption: Increasing deployment of automation across manufacturing verticals is fundamentally reshaping production lines. Motion control drives, which ensure precise and synchronized movements in robotic arms, conveyor systems, and automated assembly lines, are integral to Industry 4.0 ecosystems.

Integration of IoT & AI: Smart factories require drives that can self-diagnose, self-tune, and communicate performance data. The integration of Internet of Things (IoT) connectivity and artificial intelligence (AI) within drives enables predictive maintenance, reduced downtime, and optimized energy usage.

Compact & Modular Designs: Space constraints and the need for flexible machine layouts have spurred demand for compact drive systems. Solutions such as Bosch Rexroth’s ctrlX DRIVE and Rockwell Automation’s ArmorKinetix series offer modular, scalable form factors that simplify installation and support mobile and portable applications.

Energy Efficiency & Sustainability: With global pressures to reduce energy consumption and carbon footprints, manufacturers are adopting high-efficiency drives that minimize losses and recover regenerative energy—key considerations for sectors like automotive, aerospace, and materials handling.

Latest Market Trends

Self‑Tuning Servo Drives: Advanced digital servo drives can now autonomously adjust motor, drive, and feedback parameters to optimize performance. These self‑tuning capabilities reduce the need for manual calibration of control loops and enhance overall system robustness.

Multi‑Axis Synchronization: As multi-axis robots and gantry systems grow more prevalent, drives capable of precise, coordinated control across several axes are in high demand. Enhanced synchronization features enable smoother motion profiles and greater throughput.

Embedded Safety Functions: Functional safety is increasingly embedded into drive platforms, offering integrated safety monitoring, safe torque off (STO), and safe motion functions. This reduces the footprint and complexity of additional safety components in automated machinery.

Cloud‑Based Drive Management: Vendors are launching cloud‑connected platforms for remote configuration, firmware updates, and performance monitoring, enabling centralized management of distributed drive fleets.

Key Players and Industry Leaders

The motion control drive market remains fragmented, with a diverse set of global and regional players competing on innovation, customization, and service:

ABB Ltd.

Siemens AG

Rockwell Automation Inc.

Bosch Rexroth

Mitsubishi Electric Corporation

Schneider Electric SE

Delta Electronics, Inc.

OMRON Corporation

YASKAWA Electric Corporation

Toshiba Corporation

Allied Motion, Inc.

Advanced Micro Controls, Inc.

Fuji Electric Co., Ltd.

Emerson Electric Co.

HIWIN Corporation

Nidec Motor Corporation

These companies remain at the forefront through continuous R&D investment, strategic acquisitions, and partnerships to expand product portfolios and regional footprints.

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Recent Developments

August 2023: Kollmorgen expanded its AKD2G servo drive portfolio, introducing higher amperage models with enhanced safety features and SD card backup, plus a graphical display for simplified multi-axis setup.

May 2023: ABB completed the acquisition of Siemens’ low-voltage NEMA motor business, strengthening its portfolio of integrated motor‑and‑drive solutions for North American markets.

2022: WEG acquired Gefran’s Motion Control Business Unit, gaining full ownership of variable frequency drives, DC converters, and specialized servo drives to bolster its automation offerings.

June 2021: Bosch Rexroth launched its ctrlX DRIVE system—a compact, scalable drive platform designed for easy integration into mobile and space-optimized machinery.

August 2023: Rockwell Automation unveiled Allen‑Bradley ArmorKinetix servo drives that mount directly to motors, simplifying machine assembly and improving performance flexibility.

Market Opportunities

Emerging Economies: Rapid industrialization in Southeast Asia, Latin America, and parts of Eastern Europe is driving demand for mid‑range automation solutions—an opportunity for manufacturers to introduce cost‑effective drive systems.

Smart Manufacturing Upgrades: Legacy factories undergoing digital transformation need retrofit‑friendly drive solutions with IoT connectivity and embedded safety, presenting a sizable aftermarket for system integrators.

Sustainable Energy Projects: Renewable energy installations, including solar trackers and wind turbine pitch control systems, require robust drives optimized for harsh environments and long service intervals.

Customized Solutions: Increasingly, end‑users demand turnkey, application‑specific drive packages—bundling drives with built‑in safety, condition monitoring, and domain‑specific software tools.

Future Outlook

Over the next decade, the motion control drive market will continue to evolve along several axes:

Digitalization: Drives will become central nodes in digital value chains, sending real‑time telemetry to cloud‑based analytics platforms for AI‑driven optimization.

Integration: We can expect tighter integration of drives with higher‑level controllers—blurring the lines between PLC, motion controller, and drive in next‑generation architectures.

Safety & Compliance: As regulatory standards evolve, drives will natively support functional safety protocols (e.g., TÜV‑certified safety functions) to simplify machine approvals.

Miniaturization: Advances in power electronics will permit further size reduction, enabling distributed, embedded drive solutions in compact robotics and wearable exoskeletons.

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Market Segmentation

By Type: AC Drives, DC Drives

By Product Type: Servo Drives, Stepper Drives, VFD Drives

By Axis: Single‑Axis, Multi‑Axis

By Precision: Very High Precision, High Precision, Standard

By End‑Use: Semiconductor & Electronics, Food & Beverage, Aerospace & Defense, Automotive, Paper & Printing, Pharmaceuticals, Metals & Machinery, Others

Regional Insights

Asia Pacific: Held the largest share in 2022, driven by heavy investments in manufacturing automation and robotics in China, Japan, South Korea, and India. China’s shrinking labor force and rising robotics installations (81,600 units in 2021, up 30%) underpin strong demand.

North America: Growth fueled by automotive electrification, semiconductor fab expansions, and food & beverage upgrades—coupled with strategic investments by ABB and Rockwell.

Europe: Focus on Industry 4.0 and sustainability is driving adoption of energy‑efficient drives, particularly in Germany, Italy, and the U.K.

Latin America & MEA: Emerging manufacturing hubs in Brazil, Mexico, and UAE present opportunities for mid‑tier drive manufacturers.

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