This is the Caiatl fleet that was added to Europa, Cosmo and Nessus. I assembled the ship models, created shaders and textures then integrated them into the various existing skies. This was a fun one, giant ships are my fav!

This...this is a joke fic I wrote for my moirail. "Don't you dare pee on me." Catail, a tall seadweller, warned a slightly shorter copper blood. "Because these are new clothes. The copper blood, Caedes, snorted. "Aah. I won't pee on you." He patted her with his good arm, and used his whisk to pet her hair. "I've grown out of that." It was partially true. He really had grown since the two had last spoken. A foot, and about one hundred pounds, to be exact. "Are you sure?" Catail raised an eyebrow, and crossed her arms over her chest, and pushed his whisk away. Caedes grunted, and put his whisk behind his back, and ceased patting Catail. In a dull tone, he replied, "I would never lie to you, Catail." He gave a cheeky grin. Catail rolled her eyes, and stood up, helping Caedes up with her, making sure to grab his metal arm, rather than his whisk, which was held onto his arm stump with what else? Duct tape. The pair set off down a path, toward a rather large manor, which loomed in the distance, like a blotch of ink on a bright blue background. They walked arm in...metal, sticking close together in case they came across anyone or anything. Eventually, they reached the manor. Catail knocked gently, and waited for the door to open. Caedes rolled his eyes, and kicked the door down, with a sharp kick to the middle. Catail looked at him, shocked. "There's no need to destroy property, Caedes!" The seadweller scolded. Caedes rolled his eyes again, and walked inside, saying, "Catail, there was no reason to knock. The place is abandoned, no?" He strode toward the living room, laughing, his feet smacking against the ground rather noisily. Catail followed, shaking her head. Of course she had to get stuck with him, of all trolls. Though she could never stay mad at him for too long. He was her first real friend, despite how he acted sometimes. Even when he hurt her. Catail knew that he didn't mean to hurt her, when he did. But it didn't stop a bruise from a brick from hurting. Once Catail made her way into the living room as well, she saw Caedes hanging from the chandelier, from his whisk. "Hey, Catail!" cried Caedes, swinging toward her, metal arm outstretched. Catail jumped back just in time; Caedes intended for her to join him. "Be careful!" She warned, standing her ground near the exit, in case Caedes tried forcing her onto the chandelier. Not that he actually would. But better safe than sorry. Caedes swung for a bit, while Catail examined down books, when suddenly- crash. Catail whipped around, and there upon the ground, lay Caedes. Groaning, Caedes stood up, just as Catail rushed over. "Are you alright?" Her voice was strained, in an attempt to keep calm. Caedes gave a thumbs up, but there was definitely- "There's no other way out of it. You have to decapitate me."