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I don't have enough display space in my main hobby room. If I can't fit all my boxes in one room, then I can't display all my Valkyries either.

Klingon Occupation forces on Organia. I grabbed some screencaps and had Gemini redraw them in the style I like.

Gemini is starting to pay attention to my instructions and base images. These are all my original art, but Gemini composed the picture for me. The uniforms are mine; the bridge design is mine.

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My own personal design for powered armor for the Terran Empire.

Last Stand at Eminiar 7

Only twenty years after their conquest, Eminiar 7 was still a reluctant subject of the Terran Empire. For five centuries the planet had waged a sterile, computer-simulated war against its neighbor Vendikar. That ended the day a Terran captain destroyed their central computer and forced them to face the reality of true conflict. In their panic, they surrendered.

But they were never truly broken. Resentment and quiet rebellion simmered beneath the surface for two decades.

Then the Breen came.

When a Breen raiding fleet breached the system and descended on the capital, the native population hid in shelters and watched through security feeds as their Terran overlords fought for a world that was never truly theirs.

What they witnessed defied belief.

The Blooded regiment, outnumbered and cut off, held the burning heart of the city for three days and nights. As Breen warriors poured into the streets, Colonel Arcturus Kane gave one final order across all channels:

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The pale warriors in bone-white armor became a force of nature. Helmet footage showed them wading into the enemy like a scythe through wheat — phasers and power blades carving through Breen armor and flesh. When ammunition ran dry, they tore invaders apart limb from limb, beating the next wave to death with the severed arms and legs of the fallen. They fought atop mountains of corpses, their armor stained crimson, never yielding an inch.

The Breen invasion was annihilated.

In the weeks that followed, the Terran authorities broadcast the raw, unedited combat footage across the planet with no commentary and no narration. The people of Eminiar 7 watched again and again as Terran soldiers fought like monsters for land that was not their own — and what they did to those who tried to take it.

Two truths became painfully clear to the locals:

• Terrans would fight with horrifying ferocity for what they claimed.
• Any real rebellion would be met with far worse.

The simmering unrest on Eminiar 7 died that month. The population became markedly more compliant and cooperative. In return, the Terrans poured resources into rebuilding the devastated world — a cold but effective reminder that loyalty had its rewards, and defiance had its price.

The Blooded did not just defend Eminiar 7.
They conquered its soul.

The Terran Governor stood at the wide window of his office, hands clasped behind his back, looking out over the gleaming, rebuilt capital of Eminiar 7. The noon sun reflected sharply off new towers and clean streets. Outside, the entire city — and the planet — was still emerging from the annual minute of silence.

The deep, resonant sound of the third war horn faded into the distance.

Governor Elias Voss turned slowly toward his Eminiar liaison, a middle-aged man named Corvan, who stood respectfully near the desk.

“We never ordered this commemoration,” Voss said calmly. “We never made you remember the battle. Yet every year, at this exact hour, your entire world stops. Why?”

Corvan swallowed, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. The images from the old helmet footage still haunted his dreams — Breen soldiers being torn apart like paper by Terran power armor, limbs used as clubs, white figures advancing relentlessly through fire and death.

“To remind us, Governor,” he answered quietly, voice meek but steady. “That we may look like you… but we can never be like you. It reminds us how terrifying your people become when angered. And how fiercely you fight for what you have claimed.”

He paused, eyes distant.

“You claimed us.”

Voss studied the man for a long moment, then gave a single, slow nod.

“Good.”

The governor turned back toward the window, gazing over the prosperous city his people had rebuilt.

“See that it stays that way.”

I kitbashed this monster using a few Star Trek parts.

One is a discount Stargazer. The other is a fast light cruise with torpedo spam.

These are my own Terran Empire styles I've tasked Gemini to repaint in different styles. My own headcanon. Each picture has a caption explaining. If you can't see it, it's because your Reddit App is broken. Try a regular browser.

I made this in 2018. Just sharing.

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This is part of a long project of mine to fully flesh out the Star Trek Terran Empire during the Kirk Movies. I wanted them to have power armor, so I powered a lot of elements from many places, but the Astartes influence is obvious. Originally I only had the Grey and Gold, 2nd row Far right as my standard for a year. Recently, I started experimenting with different colors. Each Regiment has its own origin story, and style of combat. https://www.deviantart.com/1wyrmshadow1/art/Conan-the-Terran-1352855219

An online friend of mine wanted to enter the STO contest with his own design. He didn't have much time or experience, so he asked me to finish the design for him. I had never tried Trek before, but I was proud of the result. This was finished back in January 2011.

I made this for him 5 years ago. I was re-rendering my older ships today and decided to spend time making a larger render of his older ship.

The 3D model is mine. The line art was his.

They have names, not numbers.

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