Been overworked for a while, so no brain cells left for art or much else. I'm taking a break this week, though. Technically this is a Bryce image, in that all the modeling and planetary bodies were rendered in Bryce. But to get the Titanian haze right, I needed five different fuzzy images, layered and tweaked in PSP. I rendered Saturn and its rings, based on a souped-up Saturn map that I downloaded and then tweaked some more. That layer I played with to bring out some bluishness in the ring shadows. The starfield is a PSP creation and so are the masks that I made to block the stars from showing up through or too near the planetary bodies. All the vehicles are Bryce renders, individual imported, masked and layered on to the scene. Thirty-six layers in all, including the sig. I think it looks pretty good, though. Thanks for your views, comments and favorites. --- The Belters are scattering, diving for Saturn and the moons, but they missed the point. We're not here for a stand-up battle, though we'd probably win it if it came. We're here to stay. Our Heavies blasted Phoebe on the way in, and they're even now bearing down on Janus and Enceladus, but those moons aren't the prize. Titan is. The whole Third Cohort, three battalions of Marines, is descending into the orange haze. Titan is the key to Saturn, not distant gun emplacements, not factories in Saturn's clouds. Titan is where they all get their food from, where they rest, relax, retire. They can hold everything else and hide in their clouds and rocks. Eventually their food will run out. Their air will run out. And we'll still be here. Some of the 'Roiders made it down to Titan, but we'll keep them from the cities and towns. I sent in Wasp and its brand new squadron of FS-33 fighters to provide extra cover. And the destroyers of Task Force Four will patrol from orbit. The battle for Saturn is over; it's just a waiting game now. The only thing that worries me is that the people of Titan will tire of their liberators before the Belters give up. Best to put on a toothy grin to go with the iron fist. --Imperial Martian Navy Rear Admiral Rasmus Kazerinski, 2 Feb 2520, aboard Wasp at Titan