Yesterday, at roughly 3 AM, the clouds opened up. A bright light streamed forth, and a pair of angels came down. They started telling me some crap about the world ending and by being the Antichrist, but I wasn't really paying attention so they started smiting my computer to make me look up.
As chance would have it, they hit my hard drive in such a way that it added the full account information of my old webcom setup to the FTP login.
Enjoy (or at least make a half-assed appearance of enjoying) some of the fruits of the post-TAC project.
And a closeup of that minicarrier in the distance, because I happen to like it, even though almost all of the detailing is on the inside fighterbay:

By the way, no questions on when I convert them, hey? The bomber MIGHT be within the thousand-poly limit, but even one of the bends on the carrier is well over that.