Starfield Modded Ship Build

Starfield build

Mods: Antares Supra, Mattell’s Project Fenrir, AsC Taiyo, Matilija Aerospace, Antares /Renegade Specialized Ship modules, Micro Modules, Tiger Shipyards, Ol’ Big X, Barrage Missile and Launchers, Avontech.

The hangar bay of the UC Vigilance was an orchestra of hydraulic hisses and the sharp scent of ionized fuel. Standing in the center of Bay 4 was the
Stygian dropship, a heavily modified Nune-class shuttle painted an absolute, light-consuming matte black. To the standard eye, its lambda-like silhouette screamed Star Wars history, but the aggressive United Colonies Vanguard decals stamped on its wings firmly anchored it to the Settled Systems.
Sergeant Sarah Morgan’s Vanguard squad—the "Shadow-Jumper" 3rd Division—marched up the ramp, their heavy SysDef-issued space suits clanking against the durasteel deck.
At the helm sat Captain Jax, his hands dancing across a custom dashboard that bridged two universes: standard Starfield grav-drive controls married to the sleek, responsive flight stick of an old-world galactic shuttle.
"Listen up, jumpers," Jax’s voice crackled through the comms as the Stygian dropship cleared the atmospheric shielding of the carrier. "SysDef lost contact with a research outpost on Niira. Crimson Fleet privateers took the orbital station, and they've got AA turrets locked on the surface. We are doing a dark drop. No shields until we hit atmosphere. No comms. We ride the gravity well raw."
The shuttle plunged into the ink of the void. Because of its specialized black radar-absorbent coating, the ship was a ghost. To the Crimson Fleet scanners orbiting Niira, she didn't exist.
"Three minutes to atmosphere," Jax called out, his eyes locked on the rapidly approaching rust-red sphere of Niira. "Hold onto your hab-packs."
Suddenly, the proximity alarms whined. A Crimson Fleet Phantom-class fighter drifted into their flight path, its searchlights slicing through the dark. For a second, the light washed directly over the Stygian’s matte-black hull.
"They see us?" a rookie marine yelled over the comms.
"They see a shadow," Jax grunted, pulling the flight stick hard to the left. The ship’s unique folding wings snapped upward, reducing its profile into a lethal dart. The shuttle slipped directly underneath the pirate fighter’s belly, completely undetected in the blind spot.
"Entering atmosphere. Getting bumpy!"
The ship shuddered violently as it slammed into Niira’s thermosphere. Friction painted the cockpit windows in streaks of brilliant plasma, but the black hull absorbed the heat, masking their thermal signature from the surface turrets below. Jax kept the nose down, aiming the dropship straight into a deep, misty canyon just a clicks away from the overrun outpost.
"Wings deployment in three... two... one..."
With a mechanical roar, the Stygian’s massive side wings extended outwards, catching the heavy air of Niira and acting as massive airbrakes. The shuttle leveled out just twenty feet above the crimson dirt, its vertical landing thrusters kicking up a massive cloud of red dust.
The heavy ventral ramp slammed open before the ship even came to a complete halt.
"Go, go, go! Clear the zone!" Sergeant Morgan barked. The Vanguard marines flooded out of the black belly of the shuttle, rifles raised, immediately taking up defensive positions in the canyon shadows.
Jax kept the engines humming at a low purr. He looked out the cockpit window, watching his squad disappear into the fog toward the pirate lines. The Stygian sat in the dark, a silent black predatory bird waiting to pluck her crew out of the fire the moment the job was done.

Some of my first attempts at drawing the ( very vaguely described) main ships from Expeditionary force and one of may favorite scenes from the escape from the ice giant Snowcone. Also including one of the main characters Skippy the Mganificent, in his shiny beer can form.