Working with the design for the bar in the Joshua picture got me thinking. After putting so much time into getting it to look at least close to what the bar described in the series actually looks like (a nightclub floating in space), I thought I should save the scene itself as a set. This resulted in doing more modification and refining of the bar set and some test runs of the improved Starlighter's. I put some characters in it and ran a test render. I liked the pose of the characters so much, I decided to do a proper picture, so here it is. The background image is one of my brother's amazing starscapes, "Distant Mysteries". About the only other thing I can say about this picture is that I wish there were proper poser/object drumsticks in existence. These are from the free DAZ toy drum kit, deformed somewhat to look like actual drumsticks. From "Peacekeeper": "What exactly do you think you're doing?" Alexandra snapped as she grabbed Taggart Riordan by the shoulder and spun him around in his chair. Taggart grinned at her. Alex yanked him to his feet in the middle of Club Sorcery, jerking him out of the reach of the girls who had, until that point, been hanging all over him. He was tall, muscular, about 6'1 or 6'2, she'd never actually been sure. Taller than she, at her 5'7 height would have liked, anyway. His warm chestnut brown hair was thick, soft, tapering elegantly to the top of his navy blue collar, bound in the noble's pony-tail that even the Alarans hadn't abandoned in their efforts to eliminate as many Directorate influences as possible. Taggart was proud of his title, it was obvious. Though she'd rarely seen him in anything other than the official Regency uniform, Alex knew he preferred expensive, elegant clothing, as much as the others of his widely extended family: the VonTesmars and the Varians, did. And today was no exception. He was wearing a deep, navy blue shirt, closed with studs instead of buttons, studs she knew were real sapphires set in pure gold; Taggart would have no less than the best, no matter what. His vest was a pale blue silk, fastened with the same gold and sapphire studs. He wore a simple long black leather coat over this ensemble, along with a thick, black leather belt and crisply tailored black pants over a pair of black leather shoes that might have been boots, she couldn't quite tell. She glared at him. "What right have you got, listening in on my private conversations?" Taggart gazed down at her, at the slender hand wrapped around his arm, her angry, narrowed steel-grey eyes and he chuckled softly. "What makes you think that?" he asked with a knowing sneer. "I wasn't under the impression that you were having some secret, clandestine meeting with General Yaran, Captain T'Kayn..." Alex winced. Several high-ranking Directorate officers were seated nearby. At Taggart's words, a couple of them glanced their way. The women at the table glared at Alex. Alex looked at Taggart, who gave her a smug smile. "You wouldn't..." she muttered. "Just watch me," he purred. "You want to discuss this? Then do it my way." I don't want to discuss this," Alex snapped. "I just want to find out why you eavesdropped on me." Taggart chuckled. "No you didn't. You wanted to find out what I heard, didn't you?" Alex let him go with a disgusted grunt. "Go to hell," she snarled, turning. Taggart grabbed her by the arm and spun her back around to face him. She gasped, eyes narrowing. "No, no, Alex, I want to tell you," he purred, "There's nothing you can do about it, anyway." "I don't care, Taggart," she said, "obviously I didn't think this through." His hand tightened on her arm. "You really don't want to know what I heard? It's rich... I think Asher would find it very interesting..."