The Airship Andalusia WiPs - 07-21-23 (Image Set, PDF Version) (Patreon)

July is almost over and it’s another busy month for The Airship Andalusia. For this month, I am have been focusing on a handful of new and ongoing stories:

The Legend of Daisy Mae Dalton

Everyone’s favorite outlaw is back by popular demand! Daisy Mae Dalton is here in all her massively muscular glory as she uses her enormous thighs, gigantic calves, and monstrous biceps to shape the legend that is the Carthagian Badlands’ most notorious outlaw: Dangerous Daisy Mae.

Lady Andalusia

As children of the Badlands, Lady Cordelia Andalusia and her partner, Mekka Fixer Pook, never thought they would end up living in Sovereign Capitol City, let alone in a neighborhood filled with Sovereign Royals. Engaged in a secret plan to build one of her father's inventions out of contraband technology, Lady Andalusia must use her beauty, intelligence, her insanely muscled legs, and her huge breasts to lure, distract, cajole, and convince her neighbors and the local constabulary that she's just another Capitol City law abiding citizen. Good luck with that.

Armageddon Express - Precious Cargo

Armageddon Express makes a triumphant return to The Airship Andalusia with Precious Cargo! Featuring the beautiful, strong-willed, buxom, Queen of Calves and Captain of the Barren Sea Region's airship, Andalu, Snap, the story explores the day-to-day struggles of a dwindling human race in the dry, sandy, rust-covered ruins of post-apocalyptic Earth. On a routine cargo run, Snap, and her pilot, Walt, discover the newly-uncovered wreck of an ancient ship. Finds like this are rare, but exciting, as they are often filled with Old Tech from the world before The Aftermath. Eager to make 'first salvage', Snap sets off to explore the wreck. However, she soon discovers she's not alone. A group of savage and barbaric raiders have also found the old ship and a piece of Old Tech far beyond anyone's imagination. Who will claim the ship's most precious cargo?

SKAIA - Winterborne

I am Skaia of the Rekkr Clan, Skaldmaer of the Ulfar Regiment, and this is my story.

There was a time when we were many. Our people, the Rekkr Clan, were strong, fearless, and full of life. Led by the vision of Odinsdottir, we travelled across the stars on the shining sky city, Valhalla, to this new world, Winterborne. Made for us by The Alrikr and bond-promised to our clan, we came down from Valhalla like the conquering heroes of yore, riding on the wings of the Valkyrie. Our tasks were many and our labor was great. We caged the wind, we shackled the sun, we bound the tides, and we tamed the land. Life was hard but our people were strong. For many solar cycles, we flourished.

Then, the dark machines, the Myrkalfar, came.

Now, we are like a passing shadow of ragged clouds moving across the mountainside. All that once was is lost, and there are few now who remember it. Our people are scattered. Our cities are no more, save Eisheim, our last stronghold. Everything we built is gone. The machines consume all. Their hunger is unquenchable, insatiable. They hunt us like we are wild beasts. Why they seek to extinguish us, to erase us from this world and to what end, I do not know. It does not matter. We persevere. To stay alive, we do not venture below the 80th parallel as it is past that line that Winterborne’s magnetic distortions no longer protect us from the Myrkalfar. We are like dust that is blown in the wind. Everything we need to live, we carry with us, for we know not what each day will bring. What we do not have, we take from the machines, raiding their outposts for technology we can bend to our own purposes. Our engineers use what they can to make us faster, stronger, tougher. We survive.

For we have hope.

As each new day dawns, we, the Children of Odin, rise to greet the sun and her children. A shining star sits low on the horizon. It is a gift. It is a promise. It is our sky city, Valhalla. One day, the Rekkr Clan will reclaim our home in the heavens. We will defeat the machines and leave this world forever.

DISCLAIMER: No AI was used or abused in the writing of this story of the making of this art.

Story and art by Aaron Hanson (c) 2023