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This is a beautiful piece of art; it has it's own aura of energy radiating from the posture of the hand, which emanates a feeling of ba...

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First of all, the anatomy is well done. I can imagine where each part of the vehicle goes while he is in protoform with a simple look. ...

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Mariana Landeros
Artist | Student | Traditional Art
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Hey! Hi to all new or old...lets get this intro over with, shall we? FYI: Hablo espanol tambien. :)

My name is Mariana, but everyone calls Mana. I am a die hard fan of Transformers; loyal 'Con, of course and I love to draw those amazing robots in disguise.
Now, a little more about me....
Im 15 years old(but who cares, y'know?) and if i could describe myself in a couple of words it would be: reserved, compassionate, loyal and ambiguous.
I have a very colorful mind but am rather hesitant to share it...I am not what you might call a popular social butterfly, but i do enjoy meeting new people. I also have a tendacy to forget things...
I have a passion for art and am currently residing upon having a career in the colorful world of arts...as either a graphic designer or an artist.
I have a little of Orion Pax in me(I have a thirst for knowledge and tend to ask a lot of questions, unfortunately for me...) so be prepared to be bombarded with questions at times. :D
I am an athlete and play all of the sports excluding hockey and golf(if that even counts as a sport).
Above all, I am open to anyone and am glad to respond to anything, whether it be a critique or a compliment, and normally try to be good natured about either.
And most importantly, Transformers are my life. I live breathe and think transformers(literally). Im still a newb when it comes to drawing but Ill probably get better..with time. Or never. Whichever comes first.
Thanks for visiting my profile!

Now some in depth information bout my preferences....
You say Optimus Prime
I say Megatron
You say Autobot
I say Decepticon
You say Peace
I say Destruction
You say Protect and Serve
I say Punish and Enslave
Put this on your page if you are a true 
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STAY CALM AND AL HAIL MEGATRON!

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  • Mood: Adoration
  • Listening to: Twisted Jukebox
  • Reading: The Amazing Spiderman- Spider Verse: Vol. 3
  • Watching: Grey's Anatomy-Episode 10
  • Playing: Griffball
  • Eating: Waffles
  • Drinking: Milk
Need to blow some dust off of my gallery and so I decided to do this, to rectify that I am still alive and kicking. 

  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
    I created this account about three years ago, when I was 12 years old, hence the slighty childish art and replies that litter my gallery. This December will make it four years. 

  2. What does your username mean?
    Nothing special. It just shows that I have an intense affection for the world expanded by Simon Furmon, Guido Guidi, Alex Milne and James Roberts. :)

  3. Describe yourself in three words.
    Ambiguous, reserved, eccentric

  4. Are you left or right handed?
    Right-handed

  5. What was your first deviation?
    Oh...Well, I guess it would have to be a colored portrait of Bayverse Dino. :/

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
    Traditional. I still haven't had time to practice any other format.

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
    Milne style. It's so crisp and intricate. 

  8. What was your first favourite?
    This question leaves much room for assumption but since it's talking about art style in the previous question, I guess cartoon is my first favorite. I grew up the oldies (The Fantastic Four, Spiderman: The Animated Series, TMNT: Back to the Sewers, etc)

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
    Cartoon. I think it's easier to be much more expressive in that sense.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
    That's easy. ^^ :iconmarkerguru:

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
    Honestly, everyone that I watch but if I had to be specific I would have to say :icontheawkwardfangirl: :iconabsentlydreamy: :iconm1leo: :iconnimbus2224: *I certainly hope the feeling is mutual or else this is gonna turn into one awkward journal :D*

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
    :icontheawkwardfangirl: She's able to channel her creativity into a medium that's different from actual art; while some find it easier to convey their emotions in pictures, she does it with words...and she does a damn good job at it too. It taught me a lot about versatility. Plus, she's the kind of person who gets into conversations of much depth and interest. It's nice for a real-life loner like myself to have someone to talk with who shares such a blatant interest in sci-fi.                                     :iconabsentlydreamy: She's one of the sweetest people I know and she is always willing to listen to anything that I have to say. Whenever I have something I need to get off my shoulders, I know she's there to listen and understand. 

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
    0.7 Papermate Mechanical Pencil. Preferably blue or green in hue. 

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
    Don't have one. I live in a one bedroom apartment with four family members. I have no privacy, no space, no atmosphere to create art. All my best work occurs in my sixth hour French class, surprisingly, so I guess that would be my 'inspirational place'.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
    Every moment on here is worth remembering. Each conversation, each critique, each RP note sent and received is a moment of interest and excitement. I've met so many people and been able to learn so much after three whole years on here. It's been a medium in which I have been able to meet old acquaintances, old flames and new friends such as :iconmarcymarcywolf9:. It's a place where I get to see some really cool kick-aft art and talk with some pretty amazing people. 

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Introductions by transformerfan10
Introductions
I have no inspiration to draw my TF OC's in CYbertronian form naymore, I have no idea why. However, I do have their human forms mapped out and so for the sake of keeping my account a little bit active, I decided to post up this sketch of my favorite Decepticon femme, Backfire. I kinda imagined the reunion between her and Euro being a bit different but what the heck, the following blurb will do.

Backfire, Euroscope, Gigbyte belong to me.
Transformers belong to Hasbro. 

Euroscope stood outside of the Assembly doors, his servos brushing over his scorched frame in an effort to recuperate the silver exterior that had disappeared under the ash of his previously exploded experiment back at the lab. He could hear the faint laughter streaming from the other room, the voices of mechs and femmes awing and admiring the projects on display in the grand meeting room.

The mech had chosen to elope, not too keen on standing around his inventions and giving the same dull explanation of their usage to a bunch of elites who probably were only there for the alcoholic imbibes that were being served. He made his creations simple and easy to understand, unlike others who preferred flair over utility. He kept in mind that average bots would use his tools one day and he was confident enough in their use that he let them speak for themselves...figuratively, of course.

However, his side project of tinkering with one his colleague's projects had gone haywire and Euroscope had to go into the room and tell Gigbyte that his Energon purifier prototype had backfired erroneously. In an effort to make the purification process go about faster, Euroscope had tried to switch the energy source to a grade three battery and the resulting influx of energy caused the entire system to overload. Euroscope hated crowds more than anything but this was something that could not wait.

If Gigbyte found out from an outside source about the accident, he would definitely have Euroscope's head for it. Not only that, he would take away the funding that he was providing for Euro and he wasn't too keen on losing his only source of credits, especially when Cybertronian credits were dropping in value during the small inflation that was occurring at the moment.

Euroscope took a deep breath, told himself to suck it up and pushed open the doors with his arms, the smell of refined Energon and sparking electricity meeting his senses. The room was unbearably bright in comparison to the hallways outside; bots were standing around in pairs in the circular room, some arm in arm, others clustered in small groups. The majority of the guests were elites, their shiny alloy and elegant adornments glistening on their frames giving away their status of wealth. Some of them gave him arrogant glances as he passed them by, no doubt ridiculing his scorched exterior. 

The mech smiled, rubbing his cheekplate with the back of his servo. It was probably for the best, they wouldn't be able to handle him if he actually prepped himself for such an occasion: his good looks would be way too much to handle. 

Euro spotted the familiar yellow frame of his colleague in the opposite center of the room, laughing boisterously as a guest asked him what Euro assumed was an obvious question. Gigbyte wiped a tear from his optic, glancing at the gathered circle of guests around him. He raised a servo and waved it in the air, a wordless apology for his outburst. Some of them scoffed and left, not even bothering to stay for the demonstration of his project.

A small smirk blossomed on Euroscope's faceplates. Believe it or not, Gigbyte wasn't doing so badly this time. Usually noone came over to see his inventions, so even a few angry spectators was a bonus. Their optics met when the yellow mech turned to glance around the room and he waved Euro over to his booth, obviously pleased.

Euroscope pushed past a few bots and clasped hands with his colleague, a mischievous smirk on his faceplates. "COmpany good this cycle, Gigbyte?"

Gigbyte shrugged, "I wouldn't know, Euro, seeing as how you pushed them ever so rudely out of the way." He offered his servo to someone behind Euro and before Euroscope could turn to stare, a lithe servo flashed past him and placed itself in Gigbyte's open palm, allowing the individual who it belonged to to step forward, brushing softly past Euroscope.

The femme came to a halt beside Gigbyte, her gold optics glinting with a hint of hidden intelligence. The contours of her faceplates were lithe and fine, her smooth alloy glinting in the light. Her lips were unusually full but the parted to reveal straight dental plates, which were flashing in the start of an amused grin. She raised an optic ridge as Euroscope gawked at her and Gigbyte laughed, "I don't think you guys have met, have you?"

Euroscope shook his helm, swallowing roughly. "No. I don't think we have." He mentally kicked himself for sounding so pathetic. 

Gigbyte took a sidestep, allowing the femme to stare at Euroscope head on. "I kinda guessed." He pointed at her, "Euroscope, meet Backfire. She's new to this whole Assembly thing but she's been in Crystal City for a couple of vorns now. Her brother, Skyblast, is a Corporal in the Cybertronian airfleet, so you might know him." He turned to Backfire, "Backfire, meet Euroscope. He's a complete idiot when it comes to being around others but in the lab, you wouldn't want anyone else as your partner." The yellow mech gave both of them a strong clasp on the back and to Euroscope's surprise, the femme seemed unfazed by it, offering their mutual acquaintance a friendly glance. 

Before anyone of them could make a move, Gigbyte suddenly ran off, going over to another bot's booth to join in the demonstration in an unwelcome format.

Euroscope stared at Backfire for a few seconds and then he lowered his gaze, placing his servo out, palm up, in her direction. "Backfire, was it?" He breathed, smiling politely. "It's nice to meet you."

Backfire smiled, taking his servo and giving it a gentle shake. "The pleasure's all mine, Euroscope."

"Euro."

The femme frowned, "What?"

"Only Enforcers call me Euroscope. Everyone else calls me Euro, you can call me that. I kinda prefer it, though, I'm not one for formalities." He rubbed the back of his helm, a shaky chuckle escaping him.

Backfire stared at him as if he were crazy but then she laughed, her stiff frame relaxing. "Whew." She breathed, "That's a relief. I was worried you were going to be just like everyone else in the mechanical enegineering department."

Euroscope shook his helm, amused. "Oh, yeah. Everyone is sort of a stiff aft but they're not so bad once you get to know them. We're just deprived of our daily recharges, it's hard to meet with the deadlines that the Assembly puts out for us. It gets all it's credits from events like these so it needs something to showcase every few solar cycles." He raised an optic ridge, "What department are you working for?"

"Chemical engineering."

"Oh." Euroscope was genuinely surprised. He hadn't seen many femmes working in Crystal City, let alone the chemical engineering section. He wondered how he could've missed her. "What sort of projects do you dedicate yourself to?"

Backfire hugged her midsection, shaking off the subject as unimportant. "Nothing too great. Just a few construction related things; I'm trying to invent a gaseous anti-cohesive that breaks down material molecules in order to speed up demolition projects, y'know for gentrification projects." She trailed off, shrugging. "But it's not quite complete yet. I can't quite come up with a format of keeping the protons together, so it just ends up eating everything that it touches."

Euroscope nodded, "Have you tried pressurization of the atomic nucleus?"

The femme cocked her helm, "Come to think of it, no. I haven't." An intrigued look crossed her optics and she smiled. "That's an excellent suggestion." She turned to look at Gigbyte, who was battling to make his way back to the two bots and then riveted her gaze back to Euroscope. "Was there something you wanted to tell Gigbyte?"

The mech shook his helm, "Not really."

A firm servo grasped his wrist and Euroscope froze, his Spark beat rising when he saw a mischievous glimmer in Backfire's optics. "You up for eloping, Euro?"

Euroscope didn't know why but there was something about the way she said his name. It sounded so normal, so natural, as if it had been so long until someone said his name right. He had barely met the femme but he felt as if he had known her for vorns. Smiling, he nodded, "I would like that very much, Backfire." Without any other words, the two of them snuck out, leaving their yellow companion fuming in the midst of dissatisfied observers.
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“We're all going to die sometime, so you might as well die pushing the odds in favor of something that matters.” 
--- CT-34-5887 (Jag)
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Kasel Mak'lee made his way towards the front of the halted brigade of assembled clones, his usual frown of disgust placed upon his face and hands clasped tightly behind his back. Behind him trailed his padawan, Satile Mindoro, the dark haired human had her usual apologetic smile and her hands were rubbing her arms unsurely as she walked past the clones, as if their gaze made her uneasy.
Jag noticed Reggie mumbling under his breath -"indemnified padawan"- and he cocked his head questioningly, wondering why the clone was so hostile towards the seemingly agreeable young Jedi learner. It was normal for that language to be used against the brute General Mak'lee, but Commander Mindoro was different....she never put them willingly in the line of fire and she had saved more clones than the ones her master had let die on the battlefield.
"What is this, Hess?" Jag riveted his gaze towards the Nautolan General, who was gazing at Hess with a look of unmaskable disgust. "Why have you stopped the advancement?"
Hess took a step back, "The path leads into a pond, sir. If we attempt to cross it, we put ourselves in a vulnerable position-"
The sound of a whirring lightsaber sounded and all the clones tensed upon seeing the formidable weapon appear out of nowhere in the Jedi's grasp, the tip of the green blade was pointed in Commander Hess' face, inches away from the black visor that surely hid a pair of scared brown eyes. 
Jag felt his breath catch in his throat and he tried to swallow, but his mouth seemed to have gone suddenly dry. Reggie was as stiff as a statue beside him, as were all his assembled brothers who were staring at the unraveling scene with the utmost amount of interest.
Hess lifted both hands up cautiously, "General. That...is not necessary, sir." It was obvious that the Commander was doing his best to put on a strong appearance but his voice shook, displaying the fear that he no doubt felt deep inside his being. Mak'lee smiled at the clone's failed facade, "I believe it is, Commander. Because you fail to comply with any of my commands any other way; fear is the best motivator, or so say many great minds."
Silence met his sardonic words and everyone waited stiffly for either man to make a move; silently, the clones were rooting for their Commander but deep down they knew that he would not prove victorious in the standoff.
He never did. 
Satile seemed to realize that just like everyone else and she reached out to place her hand on her master's outstretched arm, her golden eyes narrowed in false composure. 
"Peace, Master Mak'lee." She said calmly, "I believe the clone has learned his lesson. We will proceed with the advancement." She glanced at Hess, "Won't we, Commander?"
Hess lowered his hands slowly and nodded once, "Yes, sir." His voice had not regained it's natural composure but he nonetheless attempted to be strong in front of his men. "The advance shall continue as planned."
Satile smiled lightly, "That's very good to hear, Commander Hess. Carry on." She glanced up at her master who looked irked with her intervention and Jag saw her pull him away, an apology forming on her lips.
The word s'lakti could be seen on her lips and Jag bit his lip unsurely. It meant father in Anselmian. It was no secret that Kasel Mak'lee and Satile had an odd relationship from the formal master-padawan kind he was so used to seeing. Kasel was oddly endearing to Satile and the human always did what her master told her to do, her eyes looking up at him almost with devotion. 
Axel had told him it was because Satile had been saved by Kasel back on her home world of Mes Cavoli, the Mid Rim world that had been fought for after the first battle of Geonosis. Both her parents had been killed by the Separatists droids that lay siege and Satile had escaped only because a surprise revelation of her powers before execution had interested the Sepy general at the time and given her time to flee.
It was a gloomy back story but Jag couldn't really sympathize. He had never had parents and the only amorous affection he recieved was from his brothers. He knew little of what it felt to lose such ties. 
Satile seemed to grow aware that someone was watching her and she turned her head to stare in his direction, her eyes focusing on him. Jag started and turned around, vainly trying to focus on the path ahead.
Hess was lining them up in two lines, his voice unusually brisk as he barked out orders.
"Keel! Move in behind Fin!"
"Axel, get your shab in behind Sev! Move it!"
Jag was placed a ways in the back, second to last in front of Ger, another rookie who had been called in to replace Fi, their former demolitions expert who was sent back to Kamino after sustaining heart trauma in their previous battle. Jag couldn't help feeling uneasy by the formation. Hess had disregarded their normal positions entirely. Rocky, the trooper of few who had a rocket launcher was placed in the very middle, his tight position making it impossible for him to access his weapon. Axel, one of the regiments snipers, was placed in the very front. Curses, even Tigz, Hess' lieutenant, was behind Reggie, who resided spitefully beside Jag.
Reggie hoisted his Z-6 rotary canon onto his hip, grunting apologies when the tip accidentally hit the trooper in front of him in the back.
Jag grimaced. "This is wrong." He whispered, low enough for only Reggie to hear. His brother scoffed. "Everything about this is wrong. The general, the commander, even Hess."
Forcing himself not react with indignation, Jag replied, "Hess has no other choice."
Reggie stifled a snort, "Ah, you can tell that you're just a rookie. You obviously haven't seen the battle of Aargonar. That's when Hess was reassigned to General Mak'lee."
As the platoons moved out, it was at times like these that Jag appreciated his helmet. He reached to grab the side, feigning to readjust it but secretly opening up a private line with Reggie, who was less inconspicuous if not outright blatant.
"Reassigned?" Jag was immediately intrigued, his interest suddenly piqued.
Reggie grunted, "Kasel Mak'lee had another clone Commander before Hess. His name was Jusik. Noone really knows how he died but rumor has it that Jusik defied an order from Kasel during the battle of Jabiim. He twisted the battle plan for the attack on the capital city but it resulted in a defeat that caused Mak'lee to take heavy fire from HQ. Jusik was reprimanded for his efforts but he disappeared when Kasel went with him on a small recon gist." Reggie's voice hardened. "Kasel said they were ambushed by a remaining platoon of droids but rumor is that he killed Jusik with a blaster he found lying about and drew about a couple droids parties to make it seem like an accident. Satile was pretty shaken up after the battle and wouldn't look at her Master much after that. However, once Hess arrived, Satile changed. She's very protective of Hess, that's why he's survived as long as he has." Reggie gowled. "Kasel is a brute, Hess is a coward and Satile is a shab. I will be surprised if we make it out of here alive."
Jag winced. 
There it was again. The s word. Clones spoke Galactic Basic as regulation but most, particularly those who tended to stray a bit out of the regulations, managed to pick up a bit of Mand'oa. Mainly the swear words that were blasphemy if translated into other languages. Before arriving to the 85th, Jag had been forewarned about how these words managed to dictate how a day was going to go. Seeing as how it was being spoken in frequency, Jag knew today wasn't going to be a good day.
His brothers didn't grumble as they walked through the swampy ponds of the surface of Parcellus Minor but Jag could tell that the quietness of the area had them all uneasy. It was a different atmosphere than what they had experienced the last 72 hours when they first landed. As if on cue, Jag's lower back begun to ache, reminding him of the painful fall he had suffered when their platoons' carrier shuttle had been blasted out of the sky and all of them had been thrown out by the momentum of the spinning shuttle.
Satile and Mak'lee had gotten out with scratches but Fi had shrapnel lodged in his torso and another clone, Vic, had his spine broken when he fell on a pile of boulders. Fi was sent back with another shuttle but Vic was shot by a droid as he screamed for someone to come to his aid.
Jag suffered a broken rib and was able to run to safety but he had been unable to save his crippled brother.
The thought sickened him. Vic had been a newbie along with Jag and they had vowed to become ARC troopers before the war reached its climax. Of course, that dream was no longer a reality for Vic and without his determination and charisma....Jag now felt as if that dream were nothing more than an obsolete aspiration.
Glancing around at his assembled brothers, all clad in white with violet markings on their torsos and arms and helmets, Jag wondered what he would feel like if he lost them all forever.
Reggie, Axel, Sev, Keel, Ger, Rocky, Tigz...even Hess. Each of them bearing the same face but each one etched with eyes that bore different emotions, evidence of their sui generis personality. 
Kasel Mak'lee would not care if they died. To him, the death of the entire 85th would be nothing more than a statistic. A partial sum of the casualty count that the archivers back on Coruscaunt were leisurely keeping track of. Those numbers didn't represent life to the cold hearted Jedi but merely a rep of the lost profit of the war.
Jag felt his fingers tighten around his DC-15A, his knuckles protruding. He frowned, why was he mad? After all, that was his purpose, wasn't it?
To fight and die for the Galactic Republic. 
To fight the fights others would not.
To die for a noble cause.
So why was he feeling so much hatred? It's not like his brothers and him had so much to do if they survived the war. They were soldiers, designed to follow orders. They would not know what to do as free men...right?
"TAKE COVER!"
Jag immediately crouched down, the water rising up to his visor as he heard the sound of exploding shells and the scream of his brothers as they began to open fire. Jag saw a red ion bolt whiz past his eyes and land in the water, producing a small splash that covered his visor in glowing green algae. 
Quickly, he turned to stare up into the trees surrounding the pond and noticed several droids perched on the branches, their thin limbs surprisingly well balanced. Jag pointed his blaster at the one who had fired at him and pulled the trigger; his waterproof reserves sparked to life and a single blue bolt traveled through the air to land right between the droid's optics.
It fell into the water with a loud splash and Jag immediately walked backwards, looking for some undergrowth that would offer cover fire. He bumped into something floating in the water and he glanced over his shoulder; as soon as he did, his blood ran cold. Ger's body floated upside-down in the green water, his DC-15 grasped in his frozen fibgers and a huge gaping hole centered in his torso. Blood trickled through the wound, making the water turn a sickly vermillion; it lapped at Jag's chest armor and the clone scooted back again, the shore forgotten.
"Jag!" Reggie's voice managed to kick him out of his thoughts and he glanced at his brother in relief. However, there was no such emotion on the olden trooper's facade. Reggie was waving his arms, pointing at Ger's body.
"Give me his kriffing rifle, kid! I need his rifle!"
Jag couldn't see Reggie's Z-6 anywhere and he remembered Axel telling him how poorly Reggie's weapon functioned in humid enviornments. Without thinking, Jag pried the rifle from Ger's fingers, still warm, and tossed it to Reggie, ducking to avoid a stray bolt that zoomed at his head from that direction. 
Two shadows flew over Jag and he glanced up, grimacing when he saw Mak'lee and Satile somersault to the front of the clone brigade, their sabers whirring to life as they deflected the enemy's heavy fire.
Satile stood a few feet in front of Hess, and Jag could see that she kept casting sidelong glances at the clone, eyes worried and sabers deflecting.
Jag didn't know how to feel about that, it certainly made him uneasy but at least their Commander would be kept safe. Without him, they would have to deal with Mak'lee personally.
"Jag!" Axel's voice was loud in his ears, full of despair and pain. Jag kept on firing at the advancing army on the opposite shore, dodging missiles and trying to keep himself alive.
"What is it? He asked, voice full of indignation.
Axel coughed, "Keel, Sev and Rocky are dead. Tigz and I are wounded and our only medic is dead. You need to tell Hess that we have to retreat!"
Jag was quick to respond. "We can't! You heard the General, retreat is not an option."
"Damn him! Does he want us all to die?!" Axel was full of rage, something his calm demeanor greatly contradicted.
Jag  cast a quick look at the Nautolan General and he couldn't help feel a sense of desperation. Was this really where he was going to go out? A few days ago, he had been shipped out of Kamino and placed in the 85th. This was his first official battle with his brigade.
It seemed it was going to be his last one too.
Jag didn't hear more from Axel, the line had gone static, and he feared his brother had joined Rocky and the others. Pressing a finger to his sidecomm, he fired at the droid's with one hand on his pistol, his eyes wide as the chaos around him began to escalate in extremity. A faint marching noise was heard from behind and beside him, Reggie turned his helmet around to see the shore behind them.
"Shab. This is not good." 
Jag felt his blood turn to ice in his veins. Slowly, he followed his brother's sight and he nearly fell back upon seeing what had made Reggie utter that wretched curse word again. 
Platoons of B1, B2 and Driodekas lined the ahore, all their blasters pointed in their direction. None of them fired but Jag could see the ion bolts loaded in the chambers of their rifles, prepped to fire at the utterance of a single word.
He felt someone press up behind him and he cast a glance over his shoulder and saw Axel, supporting an injured Tigz who was clutching a bloody left side wound. Reggie pressed up on his right side, nursing an injured left arm that hung limply at his side. 
Silence now hung in the atmosphere and Jag noticed Satile, General Mak'lee and Hess coming to join the protective circle, their lightsaber whirring as they anticipated any dangers.
His mouth went dry and Jag felt a lump form in his throat. They began this day with 245 men. Now, five remained. 240 casualties in a single day.
Jag glanced around, taking in the bloody white armor that floated in the water, lifeless and no doubt, still warm. He couldn't help himself, he just had to say it. "Shab." 
A droid with a yellow stripe on his chest stepped forth on the shore facing General Mak'lee, his stance stupidly triumphant. 
"You are surrounded and outnumbered. Do you surrender?"
All clones froze, quietly waiting for their general to reply. Jag didn't have to look at Kasel to know that he was conflicted. Prideful, he would want to say no and die fighting. But he had Satile with him, and though the Nautolan was ruthless, he did not want his padawan to die in a small skirmish at the bare beginning of the war. No...he envisioned a demise of glory, of honor and he was not about to throw it all away when there was still much to be seen.
Silently, Kasel Mak'lee lifted his hands, his lightsaber dropping into the water with a light plop. Satile did the same as did the clones. Jag hated the feeling in his heart when the droid's marched into the water and grabbed a hold of him, pushing him so hard he lost his footing several times on the slippery rocks beneath the surface of the water. Reggie barked out curses all the way to the opposite shore and several times the droid hit the back of his helmet with his metal fist, urging him to shut up.
Reggie, however, would have none of that. Jag immediately cut in, hitting his comrade sharply in the ribs with his elbow. "Reg!"
Reggie cursed, stepping back from Jag only to slam into a droid that formed the perimeter surrounding them.
That was the final straw. A quick fist to Reggie's exposed neck caused the rebellious clone to crumble and Jag immediately put his arms out and caught the clone's body, wincing as the heavy weight caused his broken rib to jostle and make his back erupt in pain.
Don't let him be dead,don't let him be dead, don't let him be dead...
Jag sighed in relief when he felt a pulse on Reg's neck and the droid responsible seemed not to like that fact. He pointed his blaster at Jag's visor menacingly.
"Carry him. If he falls, he dies." He gestured at Reggie's motionless body with his outstretched servo, his beady red eyes emotionless. Jag grimaced, feeling thankful that they couldn't see his expression. Did he really have to do this? He was injured, incapable of carrying a brother over God knows how much terrain. What could he do to help Reggie but get him killed?
He frowned.
What would Vic do in this situation?
The droid's blaster banged on his visor, snapping him out of his train of thoughts. "Carry him or you die."
Hah! That certainly made this decision a helluva lot easier. Ignoring the pain in his torso, Jag grabbed Reggie's and propped him upright, letting the knocked out trooper's upper body slump over his shoulder. Jag used his legs to lift them both up and placed an arm around the back of Reggie's knees in an effort to secure him.
He noticed all of his comrades staring at him, particularly General Mak'lee and Satile. The general was shaking his head, disgust and disapproval shining in the black abyss of his large black eyes. Satile, however, gave him a nod of encouragement. There was a light of understanding in her gold eyes and Jag felt thankful that at least one Jedi was on his side. 
Focusing all of his efforts on keeping his footing and keeping Reggie's body balanced on his shoulder, Jag walked beside Axel and Tigz, who had a hand firmly placed on his wound, the bloody flow stifled by the pressure he was applying. He wasn't alright, Jag could tell by the slight limp in his gait and the uneasy swaying of his upper body. Axel knew it and kept close, offering his shoulder for support when the lieutenant needed it. 
The droids led them through the swampy undergrowth relentlessly, never letting the Jedi or the clones have even a moment of rest. Satile and Mak'lee never faltered in their pace but the clones were losing lengths in their strides with each passing hour. Jag could feel sweat trickling down his face, the salty substance seeping past his upper lip and into his mouth. It tasted vile but he swallowed it relentlessly, cursing his helmet for not providing sufficient procession of his bodily fluids. 
Finally, after nearly half a planetary rotation, the droids ordered them to halt. A large wall of steel lay hidden a few feet before them and everyone stiffened upon noticing. It was a mobile station, capable of housing thousands of droids, and, if need be, 
Reggie mumbled something incoherent, shifting slightly as he began to regain consciousness. Jag clenched his mandible and pinched the soft black material that covered the back of his knees, hoping the pain would hasten the awakening process. It did but not in the way he expected it. 
The trooper let out a grunt of alarm and pulled his elbow back to collide with the nape of Jag's helm; black spotted his vision and for a moment, Jag swore he was going to black out but he closed his eyes and took a few quick breathes, trying to bring some oxygen (if any) into his brain. Reggie immediately grew aware of his surroundings and relaxed, a small sigh escaping him. He did not try to get down, though and Jag was scared to do so; he had no idea what would happen if he did.
The droid in charge turned to face them, conspicuously sticking his left hip out in the direction of the Jedi, offering them full view of the their two lightsabers that were clipped on the crevice above his waist. He placed his servo over his audioreceptor, his high pitched voice sounding slightly annoyed. "118. This is 876, requesting access to the front entrance of fort 56."
His conversation partner could easily be heard over the commlink channel, and Jag couldn't believe how incompetent they sounded. "Uh, could you repeat your number? All I heard was one, one, hate...."
The droid shook his head, "I said 118. I demand you to open the front entrance!"
"Oh! Alright sir. Opening them, now."
A slight creaking was heard and the large metal door folded into itself in the middle, allowing the assembled Republic fighters a full view of the inside of the base. 
It was shaped like a large trapezoid, easily about 5000 meters wide and less in terms of length and it was bursting with activity. Shuttles and dwarf spider droids stood neatly in rows, separated in groups of twenty or more. Some were marching back forth, completely unaware of the arriving newcomers. The center housed a large tower that no doubt served as the control center, the nerve of the large fortress. 
A small freshly polished droid walked up to meet the arrivees and he let out a small stuttering screech when he saw General Mak'lee heading the group of so called prisoners of war. "876, what have you done?"
876 laughed, "I captured a Jedi general and his stupid clones."
"What are we going to do with them?"
"I don't know. I guess we can throw them in the prison cells."
118 froze, "We don't have prison cells."
His compatriot gasped, "What?" He paused, contemplating. "Well. I guess we can throw them in the storage barracks. Those are ray shielded aren't they?"
"Yes, sir. Do you want me to grab a squad and prepare them?"
"Yes. Be quick about it, these Jedi are getting on my last circuit."
118 nodded and ran off, leaving 876 to order the droids to take them to storage area because apparently, he had a meeting with the General, whoever that was. 
The storage barracks were small rooms, each one capable of holding only three people at a time. Jag guessed they were designed to store armaments because small piles of gunpowder littering the corners. Satile, Hess and Tigz were placed in one barrack, Axel was placed with Jag and Reggie in another. The final one was reserved for General Mak'lee and every clone let out a discreet sigh when the droids decided to keep him in solitude. 
The buzz of the red rayshields offered little privacy to the clones or the Jedi but it was a relief to have a place to sit after so many hours of walking. Reggie was thrown on the floor the minute Jag walked into the room and Jag himself knelt on the floor, his back burning from the effort of having carried the clone. 
The olden clone didn't complain but Axel warned him to be careful, saying that there was no way of know how much damage the mech had made when he knocked him out. 
Reggie waved him off nonchalantly, "Buzz off, Axel. I'm fine. Just a kriffing kink in my neck, nothing more." He rubbed the back of his neck, taking off his helmet in the process. His brown hair was slightly damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead but his eyes were alit with fresh vigor, no doubt due to the long sleep he had on Jag's now busted shoulder.
Jag grimaced as he sat down on the side wall, his back slumped in pain, "I got a kriffing pain in my shoulder, Reggie. Wanna ask how I got it?"
His brother smiled, "Sorry about that, Jag. Guess I got a little carried away."
"Like hell you did." Jag didn't mean to sound terse but his back was really killing him, besides, they weren't any regs applying to their situation anymore so ranks and experience meant little in a prison cell.
Axel raised a hand, "Hey, calm down you guys. We're all tired and injured, we have to keep it together."
Jag grunted, too angry to say anything. 
Reggie smiled, turning to look at Axel, who sat opposite of Jag. "I think Jag might have an anger problem."
Before Axel could reply, Jag snapped his head up and grimaced, "I think you have an intelligence problem." His voice was tinged with sarcasm, a bit of tiredness as well. He really wasn't in the mood to argue, especially not when General Mak'lee sat a wall's width apart from them. 
Axel seemed to be on the same page because he tried to get their minds off of the tension of being POWs. "Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we talk about something else...How about what we plan on doing once we get out of this mess?"
Jag grimaced, ripping his helmet off so hard that some of his hair strands were pulled out unintentionally. "What makes you so sure we're getting out of this alive?"
Axel shrugged. "I don't but it never hurts to hope, kid. Besides, if you dwell on your impending demise, you'll get bored and have nothing else to do." He gestured at Reggie with a jerk of his chin, "It's not our first run, rookie. We know what we're talking about."
Jag was about to argue but he let out a sigh and settled back, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine. I'll go first." He paused, thinking about his choices and then he said, prioritizing. "Shower, sleep, food..."
"Sleep," said Reggie. He grinned when Jag shot him another cold hearted glare. "Then more sleep." Both of them turned to stare at Axel, who had a serious look on his face. 
"Glorious revolution then installing a military juntas." He noticed the indignant stares they were giving him and he grinned, "Or a plate of nice roasted robba patties and a steaming cup of caf. Whatever works, I'm not hard to please."
Reggie and Jag exchanged a glance, not so sure about his hidden depths, but at least, Axel noted, their previous feud was forgotten.
"Hey! Be quiet in there!" the droid on duty looked at them through the rayshield, it's voice full of false superiority. He glanced at his compatriot and shook his helm, "Stupid clones. I hope the General wipes them out soon."
"Yeah. They're so stupid."
The clones looked at each other and stifled laughs, put on their helmets, shut off their speakers and roared with laughter. Once they were done, they took them off again, wiping tears from their eyes.
Jag sighed, more at ease. He could feel himself gaining control again, his training kicking in once more. His brothers deaths were still fresh on his mind but they didn't depress him at the moment. 
There would be time to grieve, he decided. But now, he had to focus and try to find a way to survive. There were things he had yet to see and he intended on doing right by Vic.
Jag intended on becoming an ARC trooper.
More Than A Number
A short recollection of my Star Wars clone OCs. 
I've been doing some reading and decided to expand on my characters a bit in this particular universe.
SW:TCW isn't really the universe I relied on, I decided to do it with a bit of AU and Commandos. 

All noncanon characters belong to me.
The world of Star Wars belongs to whoever the hell owns it.
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"Can I see yet?"

"In a nanosecond, Maxxie. Primus, be a little more patient."

"Hmph. You've been walking me around the complex for more than a megacycle, Silverwing and every time I've asked, I've gotten the same response. And need I add that you're a terrible guide? Especially for a femme who has her optics shuttered."

A small laugh escaped the mech, husky and seemingly benevolent. "If you were a little more eager to follow my directions, femme, then maybe you wouldn't be bumping into things and tripping over your own clumsy pedes."

Scoffing, the femme retorted, "Who are you calling clumsy? If my memory doesn't fail me, you're the one who can never finish Ironhide's agility course without being sent to the medical bay."

"Whoa. No need for such low blows, Climaxx. Give me a bit of credit for trying. That thing was a piece of Prowl's work; no one can finish any of his crazy inventions even if they tried." The gold and silver Seeker grinned as they finished climbing up a steep set of stairs and found themselves sauntering towards a seemingly harmless set of steel double doors. He kept one servo over the femme's optics and opened the door with the other, giving it a good strong push with his muscular shoulder plating.

A strong draft of wind blew through the open door and Silverwing smiled when Climaxx's mouth pursed into a thin line, obviously disapproving of the conditions they now found themselves in. Silverwing beckoned her forth with a slight tug of her arm. "Come on, Maxxie. This way."

The femme didn't move an inch. "I'm not going."

"What? Aw, come on..." Silverwing stretched the last syllable, adopting the demeanor of a spoiled youngling that just got denied a tasty Energon treat.

Silverwing didn't have to unveil his bondmate's optics to see that she was irked by his attempt to spur a dramatic getaway from their load of work in the Autobot army; Maxxie's arms were crossed over her chest and one hip stuck out to one side in a way that demanded an explanation from the Seeker.

Letting out a sigh, Silverwing said, "I want to take you somewhere special, Climaxx. It's a little high but nothing too dangerous. All you have to do is walk through the door and then you can open your optics."

"How do I know you don't plan to throw me off the top of the Hall of Records?" The questions was harsh but there was a small smile pulling at the corners of the femme's lips. She was obviously enjoying this small charade.

Silverwing's smile returned and he casually leaned in towards the femme's audioreceptor, well aware of the fact that the femme held her breath at his proximity. "With your clumsy footing, you'd probably trip off the edge by yourself." He quickly added, "But don't worry. I'll be there to catch you if you fall. Trust me."

A small silence followed his words and when Silverwing leaned back, he saw that Climaxx was now grinning and she took a sure step forward, letting Silverwing know that she was now ready. Making sure she didn't see anything yet, Silverwing kept his servo over her optics when they made it on the other side of the door and closed it softly behind them. The air whistled around them and the cool drafts beat against their battleworn alloy comfortingly, giving them a sense of relief that couldn't be obtained through a trip to the medical bay. 

Beside Silverwing, Climaxx let out a sigh. "The air smells great up here." She said as-a-matter-of-factually. "Very clean."

Silverwing chuckled, "You haven't seen anything yet," He said softly, removing his servo from atop the femme's optics. "Look."

Slowly, Climaxx allowed her optics to open and she braced herself for whatever was to come next. A part of her expected a surprise attack of some sorts or a cheesy surprise from a few collected friends but nothing was even close to what Silverwing had wanted her to see. The place they were in was high; it was the flat rooftop of the Hall of Records, which rose significantly over all other buildings in it's vicinity. The sky was dotted with small wisps of clouds and the planet star was calmly setting in the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the surrounding buildings. In her lifetime, Climaxx had seen many panoramas but none of them compared to the splendor of this one. 

The golden alloy of the cylindrical buildings dotting the landscape of Cybertron gave the entrepreneurial center of the planet an aura of peace; from their position, the bustling carrier shuttles and pedestrains seemed to be nothing more than ordinry bots. One new to this scene would have sworn the same, never guessing that those individuals were bots, mechs and femmes, locked in a mortal civil war with the entire planet hanging in the balance.

Climaxx glanced over at her bondmate, who had been staring at her the whole time, more interested in her reaction than the scene itself. "It's amazing." She breathed, "Thank you for showing me this, 'Wing. I...I needed this."

Silverwing shrugged nonchalantly, "I thought you did. You were getting pretty antsy during the training sessions so I decided on taking you somewhere where you can, y'know, relax." He grinned, "I would have taken you to Maccadams but I couldn't risk you combining High Grade with your quick temper. It wouldn't have been very pretty." He noticed Climaxx giving him a disapproving glare and quickly added, "But other than that, High Grade isn't exactly the healthiest antidote to stress, so yeah...." Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Silverwing gestured towards the horizon, "I thought this would be better suited to your liking."

Climaxx raised an optic ridge, "How long did it take you to come up with this idea?"

Suppressing a sigh, Silverwing replied, "About seven solar cycles." He raised his servos up in front of him defensively, "But that doesn't mean I don't know you very well or anything, it's just that I wanted something that would truly make you happy. I don't want to get kicked through a wall like Jumpdrive was last solar cycle."

There was no surprise there. Jumpdrive had tried to pawn off a faulty blaster to Climaxx as part of a dare he had made with Sunstreaker; Climaxx, having never recieved a gift from her youngest brother bond, took the action personally and so when the blaster blew up in her faceplates, nothing could protect Jumpdrive from the Pit that Climaxx unleashed. 

Nothing vital had been injured or broken but many bots who stood by the closed doors of the medical bay swore that they could hear Jumpdrive screaming in agony as Ratchet noisily put him back together. 

Of course, since it was Caliburst and Xenon who had said those things, it probably was a bit of a stretch on the truth.

Climaxx smiled lightly, "All I did was give him a good punch in the arm. Hardly throwing him through a wall."

Silverwing grinned, "I thought so. Jumpdrive was back on his pedes pretty quickly, anyway." He took a step forward, putting himself right beside Climaxx. Their shoulders gently brushed against each other and Silverwing pursed his lip components, suddenly feeling self conscious. Climaxx, however, was relaxed, completely at ease with his proximity. She seemed to be a little more reserved when around other bots but when she was with 'Wing, she was almost as laid back as Jumpdrive.

Two of Climaxx's lithe digits appeared in front of his faceplates and snapped twice, bringing him out of his train of thought. "Hey," She said sternly, "Cybertron to Silverwing. Anyone in there?"

Silverwing's grin widened.

Well, almost.

Clasping his servos behind his helm, Silverwing looked out on the horizon, trying to be as well behaved as he could. After all, these moments that he got alone with his friend were pretty rare. 

"Do you always see this when you're up in the air?"

The question caught the seeker by surprise and he turned to stare at Climaxx, who had sat down on the edge of the roof, her legs dangling dangerously off the edge. Silverwing sat down beside her, his optic ridges furrowing over his noseplate as he gazed down at the long drop that met his gaze.

"Not really," he replied. "To be honest. All I see nowadays is exploding missiles, rivers of Energon, and bots fighting viciously against each other. It's not really a Spark warming sight anymore."

"Anymore." Climaxx urged him to explain his use of words with a small raise of her optic ridges. 

Silverwing let out a heavy sigh and let his servos rest in his lap. "I used to watch the sunsets in Vos before the war began. Andestine loved it, she said they were a reminder that there was always a small semblence of peace in the world, regardless of the situation one found itself in." He paused, glancing at Climaxx from the corner of his optics nervously. He hadn't really brought up his former bondmate very much in the past and he was unsure of how Maxxie would react to him bringing her up at a time like this.

Climaxx's expression was unreadable and for a nanoklik, Silverwing was a little worried that he had crossed the line. However, Climaxx's lips tugged into a small smile and she replied, "Smart femme. I couldn't agree with her more."

A small sound of suprise escaped the Seeker and Climaxx frowned, "What's wrong?"

"I...I was just worried that you'd...mind me talking about Ande. I mean, Andestine." He paused, "Seeing how she was my former...yeah, y'know..."

Climaxx paused, momentarily confused. After a nanoklik, however, a small smile appeared over her faceplates and she said, "She's an important part of your life, Silverwing. I can't erase that fact and I don't wish to; Ande helped you become the mech that you are today, and I truly appreciate her for that." She nudged the mech with her elbow, "Stop worrying so much. You're stiffer than Prowl when he's on datapad collection duty."

Silverwing let out a small sigh, "Heh. I guess you're right." He glanced back at the panorama, his faceplates shining in the light of the setting planet star. His gaze softened and his cheekplates deepened into a light shade of a blue blush. A small feeling of warmth blossomed in his Spark and he smiled softly at it, casting a few self conscious glances at the femme beside him.

The femme seemed to notice and she grinned. "What is it?" She asked, her interest piqued.

Shrugging, Silverwing shook his helm. "Nothing. I'm just thinking..."

"About what?"

Smiling now, Silverwing held Climaxx's gaze and said, "About how a mech like me can have so much luck as to find a femme like you."

A small silence ensued between them and Climaxx eventually was the one to drop her gaze. Her cheeks were a bright blue and she let out an amused sigh. "Dang it, Silverwing. There you go ruining the moment with such an awkward remark..."

The mech grinned, "Don't be such a pessimist, Maxxie. I rehearsed that line so many times before bringing you up here...don't make me feel like all those joors were wasted."

Climaxx grimaced, "You try too hard."

His optic ridges raising, Silverwing leaned over towards the femme. "Oh really?" He retorted, "Well, since you seem to be the expert here, tell me...what would you have said?"

Climaxx cast a glance at him, the blush in her cheekplates ebbing. "What would I say?" She repeated.

"Yeah," Silverwing leaned back, giving Climaxx some space. "What would you have said if you were in my position."

The femme smiled lightly, "That's easy," She breathed, her optics glinting. 

Silverwing seemed to be taken back by her sudden response. "What-really?"

Climaxx nodded, "Yeah," She replied. "I wouldn't have said anything. I would have just done this." Before Silverwing could ask her what she would do, Climaxx leaned over towards him and pressed her lips against his. 

The act caught Silverwing by suprise and so he stood frozen beneath her touch for a few seconds, unsure of how to react. However, his instincts kicked in and he leaned forward, his lips pressing against Climaxx's in response and his optics closing in bliss.

Her lips weren't very soft, Silverwing noted but they were extremely sweet. They had a nice taste too, a mixture between the sweetness of Energon and the bold tingle of High Grade. Her noseplate rubbed against his and Silverwing smiled against her lips, causing her to do the same. Her warmth breath blew in his mouth and Silverwing mischievously popped open one optic. 

"You've been drinking again, haven't you?" He raised an optic ridge. "Even after I said it wasn't a good stress reliever?"

Climaxx shrugged, "Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah. You're not usually the one to be so bold in this sense. I always thought I would be the one to go in first on our first kiss."

She snorted, "First?" She pulled back, an optic ridge rising. "Did you forget the one back in Kaon?" 

Silverwing shook his helm, "That doesn't count. I fainted so it wasn't legitimate." He grinned, "Besides, I liked this one better." He reached up to caress her cheek, his fore and middle digit skimming her jaw lightly. His thumb caressed the corner of her mouth and Climaxx ducked her head, suddenly feeling bashful. 

The femme was silent for a minute and then she lay her forehead against Silverwing's shoulder, closing her optics. Her lips twitched into a smile, "I did too." She breathed."It's much more enjoyable when you're not running for your life with an undercover agent through the streets of the Deception capital."

Silverwing nodded. "Indeed." He glanced down when Climaxx shifted slightly, leaning into his side and wrapping her arms around his midsection. Her audioreceptor pressed against his Spark Chamber and she closed her optics, savoring his closeness and the sound of his beating Spark. It was steady and sent a wave of serenity through her frame. It was one of the most beautiful sounds she had ever heard and she tightened her hold on the mech, as if fearing he would disappear if she didn't cling hard enough to him.

The mech winced, placing one arm around her shoulders and keeping one servo on her cheek. "Hey Maxxie. Easy on that hold...."

Climaxx rolled her optics. "Shut you, you idiot." Her optics glazed over and she blinked, trying to relieve the burn that was starting in the back of her optics. She gazed at the scratches that lined his frame, becoming alarmed at the sight of a recently welded scar that lined the diameter of his Spark chamber.  She reached up and traced it softly with her index finger, her optics narrrowing.

"That's quite the scar, 'Wing."

Glancing down, Silverwing nodded. "Oh. Yeah, that was a nasty one."

"What happened?"

Silverwing pursed his lips, "I was sent to do an aerial reconnaissance mission with another bot, Zero, during the start of the war. It was over the Stanix region, supposedly nothing too serious." He paused, shaking his helm slightly. "We got some faulty information and found ourselves flying over a fortified Con base. Snipers got my partner. Two quick shots to his wings and one to his helm when he was free falling." The mech cleared his throat, all humor disappearing from his facade. "I tried to save Zero, but I couldn't catch him quickly enough. A sniper tried to get me through the Spark chamber but instinct kicked in and I flew back but the bullet grazed my frame, rupturing a few vital wires. I was bleeding heavily but I managed to get far away to radio for help. Jetfire saved my aft, which was barely holding onto life. When I got back, I was put into intensive care. Spent a whole five solar cycles in the Med bay. Ratchet was ever so pleased." 
 
He glanced down at Climaxx, his optics full of reminisce. "Hatchet said I was lucky.If the round had gone it's intended path...I would've been with Zero back then." He shrugged. "I don't really give it much thought anymore. What's past is past."

Climaxx furrowed her optic ridges. "Doesn't Zero ever come up in your thoughts every now and then?"

Nodding, Silverwing replied, "Definately. He was a good kid. He had dreams of heroism, of glory." He sighed, "He was a reflection of us all. We all dream of coming home as heroes, to the roar of a cheering crowd, basked in the light of glory and honor. But that's never the reality in war. We fight bots we don't hate and protect bots we don't love. And ultimately, we come home to an empty barrack shack with nothing more than a heavy pain in our Sparks." He kicked one of his pedes out, examining the worn metal that lined his apendage and a disgruntled frown crossed his faceplates.

Climaxx knew his philosophy would have angered any other bots but she wasn't like other bots. She had met some Deceptions who truly believed their faction fought for justice. Unable to witness the atrocities of their leader, some followed the Gladiator because they still believed in his initial philosophy and saw no other format of gaining their freedom other than through acts of violence. 

She was fortunate.

She had bots to come back to, bots who she could fight for. Euro, Jumpdrive, the sisters and now Silverwing. 

She pulled her helm up and gave Silverwing a quick kiss on his chin, smiling when he cast her his iconic grin. "What is it?" He asked. He had a way of knowing when she wanted to ask something, Climaxx guessed it was because of the bond.

Climaxx wasted no time in replying. "I want you to promise me something, Silverwing."

She expected a crude remark or a jester but all the mech did was nod and say softly, "Anything."

"Promise me you'll always fight to come back to me, 'Wing. Regardless of the situation, whether it be a core reactor exploding or a battle against an entire army....promise me you'll do everything you can to find a way out and be there to welcome me back from my missions." 

Silverwing laughed lightly and he pressed his forehead against hers, his gold optics shining with love and admiration. "Done. Now promise me something in return."

Climaxx smiled, "What?"

Pausing to add a sense of dramatic flare, Silverwing softly whispered, "Promise me you'll stop doing stupid things. Taking on Skywarp  and Thundercracker at the same time is one thing but volunteering for infiltration missions with Ironhide's a whole other deal." He narrowed his optics slightly, "Be prudent with what you do, Climaxx. No more shooting first and asking questions later."

A snort escaped Climaxx. "I think you're confusing me with Jumpdrive."

"Nope. Who do you think he gets that from?"

She sighed, "Fine."

Silverwing gave her a quick kiss on her forehead, "That's my girl." He cast a mischievous glance at her from the corner of his optics. "You gotta understand I won't always be there to save you, Maxxie."

Climaxx gave Silverwing a hard shove, nearly causing the mech to fall from his place on the ledge. "Idiot." She crossed her arms over her chestplate, fuming.

Silverwing laughed, wrapping his arms around his midsection as he tried to steady his laughter. "Beautiful." He cooed before erupting into a full out charade of snorts and guffaws. Climaxx turned her helm away, but a smile was prominent on her face. She rolled her optics when Silverwing began to cough, choking on his own laughs.

Did she say she was fortunate? That might have been a bit of an understatement. Silverwing's laughs were hardly music to one's audioreceptors. However, when Silverwing relaxed and helped her to her pedes, the glimmer in his optics made her change her mind. So did the way he leaned in and gave her a brief but sweet kiss on her lips. 

It might have been the High Grade she drank earlier but she was sure of one thing. She was fortunate to have Silverwing.

Antics and sensitivity included.
Just This Once
Literature is as much as I am capable of producing at this moment. I'm still recovering from my hectic finals week and need a little R and R. Of course, I need to keep up my activity on here, it's been way too long since I've posted anything on here.

Quick tidbit between my OCs Silverwing and Climaxx. Enjoy. :)
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  • Playing: Griffball
  • Eating: Waffles
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Need to blow some dust off of my gallery and so I decided to do this, to rectify that I am still alive and kicking. 

  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?
    I created this account about three years ago, when I was 12 years old, hence the slighty childish art and replies that litter my gallery. This December will make it four years. 

  2. What does your username mean?
    Nothing special. It just shows that I have an intense affection for the world expanded by Simon Furmon, Guido Guidi, Alex Milne and James Roberts. :)

  3. Describe yourself in three words.
    Ambiguous, reserved, eccentric

  4. Are you left or right handed?
    Right-handed

  5. What was your first deviation?
    Oh...Well, I guess it would have to be a colored portrait of Bayverse Dino. :/

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?
    Traditional. I still haven't had time to practice any other format.

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?
    Milne style. It's so crisp and intricate. 

  8. What was your first favourite?
    This question leaves much room for assumption but since it's talking about art style in the previous question, I guess cartoon is my first favorite. I grew up the oldies (The Fantastic Four, Spiderman: The Animated Series, TMNT: Back to the Sewers, etc)

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?
    Cartoon. I think it's easier to be much more expressive in that sense.

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?
    That's easy. ^^ :iconmarkerguru:

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be?
    Honestly, everyone that I watch but if I had to be specific I would have to say :icontheawkwardfangirl: :iconabsentlydreamy: :iconm1leo: :iconnimbus2224: *I certainly hope the feeling is mutual or else this is gonna turn into one awkward journal :D*

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life?
    :icontheawkwardfangirl: She's able to channel her creativity into a medium that's different from actual art; while some find it easier to convey their emotions in pictures, she does it with words...and she does a damn good job at it too. It taught me a lot about versatility. Plus, she's the kind of person who gets into conversations of much depth and interest. It's nice for a real-life loner like myself to have someone to talk with who shares such a blatant interest in sci-fi.                                     :iconabsentlydreamy: She's one of the sweetest people I know and she is always willing to listen to anything that I have to say. Whenever I have something I need to get off my shoulders, I know she's there to listen and understand. 

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art?
    0.7 Papermate Mechanical Pencil. Preferably blue or green in hue. 

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art?
    Don't have one. I live in a one bedroom apartment with four family members. I have no privacy, no space, no atmosphere to create art. All my best work occurs in my sixth hour French class, surprisingly, so I guess that would be my 'inspirational place'.

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory?
    Every moment on here is worth remembering. Each conversation, each critique, each RP note sent and received is a moment of interest and excitement. I've met so many people and been able to learn so much after three whole years on here. It's been a medium in which I have been able to meet old acquaintances, old flames and new friends such as :iconmarcymarcywolf9:. It's a place where I get to see some really cool kick-aft art and talk with some pretty amazing people. 

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GreenRaptor15 Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the fave
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Hey, thanks for watching back ;w;
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hey thank you for the fav :) and have a nice day!
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Ty so much for the donation! ^.^
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Thanks for watching me!
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Thanks so much for the :+fav:s! :dummy: Sorry for the late reply. :(
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marcymarcywolf9 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hi, Mariana c:
Sorry it's so late, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday. I am hopeful your day went well, my friend. I wish you the best as always. :)
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Thank You for the Fav by loloalien  
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    Heeey, it's chronicallyabsent
    Long time no talk!
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqu-QU…

This song makes me think of the 'Wing's death scene and Climaxx and I just EHHHHH. :iconlazycryrollplz:
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Hi. ;u; How're you doing?
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Thanks so much for the :+fav:! :iconclonelaplz:
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Gracias per el favorito . 
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Thank you so much for the faves! :dance:
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Thank you for the favourite! :D
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ASDFGHJKL I am such a bad roleplay partner. D= I'm sorry it's taking so long, I'm kind of stuck at the moment. Have no idea what to do. :(
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Hi, thank you so much for fav :3 I appreciate it!
You can visit my gallery: elinkalo.deviantart.com/galler… :)
Have a nice day • Elia ;P
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