Neill, good grief man. I'm a little concerned I'm still noodling this asshole. Wait...that sounds worse than I meant. I might wrap this guy up at lunch tomorrow. Leaving work for an hour also sounds good. Tough call.
I angled out a lot of this, trying to keep it closer to Greg's D9 stuff. I imagine these guys as welders, closing small holes caused by space debris. The boots are magnetic, so they can hop and be pulled back to the hull.
Well, off to slumber land.
Winsor McDoug
Lunch Update:
Tweaked some of the legs and such. Not bad, nearly four hours, but drawn from scratch, no photo pieces. I'm sure I can go create faster. Well, going outside with my last few lunch minutes.
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