The vistas of SWARMSAVIOR
A little project I've been working on almost all year now. Done in between larger art pieces to practice landscapes, lighting, composition. But most importantly. Planets and how they blend with the skies. All apart of my personal project SWARMSAVIOR and the worlds this story can eventually take place on.
I am unbelievably glad I managed to finish this in time and not a few minutes just before midnight lol. Hope you all have a wonderful new year <3
Oh and lastly closeups of all the vistas / thumbnail sketches on their own.
We have A quaint night of a early terraformed moon and It's gas giant parent watching over a freshly abandoned research outpost. 2 - A contract Aircraft of the Human Starcorp Council patrols over a nature preserve. On one of the few natural alien biospheres within the Er'dakkt menagerie of nations. And our protagonist making quick work of a Starcorp mech. Investigating a Makeshift Starcorp hideout on a lonely desert moon of a great ringed gas giant.
A much larger makshift hideout. An elite troop of Starcorp soldiers, hovercraft, mechs and Supermech. They patrol the dead icy wastes of an overlooked world. Bathed in the light of it's 3 moons cracking under their parents' tidal forces.
A Battle raging on in the vacuum of space. As spacecraft of various Er'dakkt nations keep the tide of Starcorp assault fleets at bay. All in between the gravitational dance of 2 Gas giants in a binary orbit with one another.
And The sun rising over a freshly abandoned Er'Dakkt town that our Er'dakkt protagonist and his Rogue human ally travel through. Empty ordained towers are built with "sidewalks" in the sky to accomodate their species' near obligate Arboreal lifestyle. Built ontop a moon deep into it's terraforming process, pastures Forbs and trees bloom around the town. Decaying from their usual deep lush red into pale blues as they ready for incoming autumn. The moon itself shares a horseshoe orbit with another world in the middle of it's terraforming process.
A Starcorp assault fleet directly intercepting our protagonists in the middle of their FTL flight to a distant system. Out of ammo on their main ship. Our Er'dakkt must venture out into space to fight the ships head on with nothing but a fucking sword.
A chance to peel back the curtain and see just what lies B̸̡̩̞̟̪̯̤̄̈͗e̵̺͌y̶̛͉͓̭̗͛̌̽͘͝o̸̫̫̯̓́́̕ͅͅͅǹ̵̐̔̀͜ͅd̷͉͚̎̎̿̃̐.
And lastly Kry'Sekkt: The cradle of the Er'dakkt species and the beating heart of their entire civilization. A planet with gravity too light for our comfort, with a climate that's oppressively balmy and tropical for our taste. Covered in too much rainforest for humans to reap the land of. But to an Er'dakkt, It's home, Home sweet home.
