someone on /co/ mentioned how I always draw his shoulder thingies swept back, and even though it requires me to not be lazy I think I might start trying to make them actually fit his shoulders now
now to decide if I just make the chibi’s shoulders wider, or shrink the size of the shoulder doohickies so they actually are proportional. EH ~CHIBIS~
“My doctor has prohibited me from doing any more work”(Zorn Palette), 2020,
The text reads in part:
I really need to transition you to someone who is healthy and can address your needs on a more ongoing basis. Basically my dr has prohibited me from doing any more work like this until I’m done with my drug treatments. I’ve got at least another 7 months, and it is cumulative, so it just gets worse.
Well, I kept my promise for this to return soon. I apologize for the very very long delay, mostly due to events and computer issues that it took longer than expected. But I will try to get back to a weekly schedule. I also hope @lonemaximal will come back soon.
Breakdown groaned as he felt the harsh wind coat his armor. The frost bit at his metal, a numb pain that he brushed off compared to what he felt inside. The sting of betrayal. He drove up a hill, trying to escape the blizzard. His wheels protested against the thick snow. Yet, none of this would deter him. He was going to continue to go. Find the Decepticons and return to Knock Out. His radio only played lifeless static. His friend had his collection. His present, all that belonged to him as now with his partner. Or Soundwave, who knows.
Dead End followed the deep tracks. He held a smirk, this was too easy. His brother was always stupid to not look behind his back. The rest of his brothers and their secret weapon will come and bring his Spark and cold husk to Motormaster. He kept driving, following his brother, the young and pitiful fool.
Police sirens blared as cars rushed down the open highway. Two vehicles drove like maniacs as they slammed right into cars on the other side of the road. More swerved out of the way as news crews came and filmed the insanity. Wildrider cackled as cars drove off. “Run, run as fast as you can! You won’t avoid me, for I’m the dead end!” Wildrider laughed. “Your not him you idiot!” Drag Strip yelled. “But I am now!” Wildrider retorted. (The two kept driving past the various cameras, all for anyone’s eyes to see.
Miko stared at the crazy driving on the small television) “Those guys are awesome!” Miko cheered. (Jack and Raf stood near her, yet didn’t see intrastate in the driving. They focused on an ongoing conversation with the two medics. Knock Out exhaled as Ratchet made the last adjustments to his chest) “Am I ready to go?” Knock Out asked. “Yes, now don’t strain yourself or I won’t repair you.” Ratchet sighed. (The cherry red medic nodded and slipped off. He looked around, noticing Bulkhead nearby. The bulky green Auotbot noticed what Miko was watching. Two cars speeding off away from the cameras. He walked up to them)
“Must be a nice movie.” Bulkhead said. “Bulk, I hope it is!” Miko cheered. “Yeah, wait, they looked familar.” Bulkhead said. (He walked closer to the kids area and watched the two cars. Noticing the faint color of red and yellow. His optics widened, it was the two. Them. The mech ran) “Why are they causing trouble?” Bulkhead thought.
(Knock Out entered into an empty quarters. He closed the door and exhaled. Everything felt numb. The cherry red medic moved his helm, hearing any noises that was behind the door. Was Breakdown even alive at this point) “I need some time to myself.” Knock Out whispered. (He let the silence return, the fear disappeared, but, an empty piece remained.
Dead End growled, the blizzard got worse. Far wrong than he expected. Even if he could teleport, it would do him nothing, as the ice disabled his systems. Breakdown, how can he be hiding this well against him? It was like when they were Younglings. He always hid from them and they had to search all over the worse of places to drag him back. The Stunticon sighed, keeping a grip on his gun as he traversed through the snow. Not yet noticing a cave.
Yellow optics gleamed as Breakdown walked in the frozen cave. Red lights illuminated from unknown places. He exhaled, turning his helm in case anyone was behind him. No one, and that was good. He walked across the cold stone and continued his trip.
Finally, I’m glad to get this up and now I can hlp move onto the next chapter. It does feel strange how my other stories have been ignored. But I don’t have much control over that aspect of my writing. At least Synthetic Life has been very popular based on websites like fanfiction.net. I’ll just stop rambling and let everyone read the chapter.
Credit goes to @lonemaximal for being the inspiration.
Systems started to come online, errors filled the screen. A cold shivered across her frame. Red glowed, letting her optics examining tiny clear crystals building up on her face. Daffodil blinked a few times before sighting someone standing over her. Another Vehicon; Badger.
“Your alive.” Badger paused. “Badger? How did we survive?” Daffodil asked. “I disabled most of my systems to protect myself from the cold. In my search, I found you lying in Stasis Lock.” Badger replied. “What will we do now?” Daffodil asked. “Rest, we can’t do anything until your systems come back online. Managed to find this little cave and some trees nearby.” Badger said. “Do you think other Vehicons are looking for us?” Daffodil asked. “I’m unsure, all my com systems are offline. I can’t let those Autobots find us or those maniacs.” Badger explained. (He sat down next to Daffodil, lifting her up to stare at a fire)
“What do you want to do when this is all over?” Daffodil asked. “I wouldn’t mind visiting a forest and find badgers.” Badger chuckled. “I’m hoping to see the flowers again. One wish is to find a large flower patch that I can rest near. Have you seen any butterflies?” Daffodil asked. “Sticks of butter with wings?” Badger asked. “No.” Daffodil sighed. “Err, I’m unused on human things.” Badger said. “Their tiny creatures with wings and weird straws. I see them on flowers and always wondered why they have those straws.” Daffodil answered. “Strange.” Badger said. “I should’ve researched them a while back on the Nemesis. Although Megatron or Soundwave wouldn’t have approved.” Daffodil chuckled. “Remember the last time Baconrider looked up what bacon is?” Badger asked. “You convinced him into that thing.” Daffodil added. (The two Vehicons laughed as the fire continued to burn the wood)
“I need to get some more wood, will you be alright without me?” Badger asked. “Yeah.” Daffodil paused. “I don’t want to risk killing the both of us. At least one of us can live to tell Megatron or any other Decepticon that one of us survived.” Badger replied. “Be careful.” Daffodil whispered. (The male Vehicon lowered his friend closer to the dimming fire. His red visor glowed as the Vehicon walked out of the cave, his Spark racing at each second.
Wildrider and Drag Strip snarled. Both vanished and reappeared at almost every tree. Their optics glowed, searching for the youngest of their brothers. If they were to fail again, Motormaster won’t like this. So they continued their search across the Winter landscape. The cold not bothering them compared to their true alive brother.
Breakdown looked around as he hid within a cave of ice. One yellow optic glowing against darkness. He noticed the faint traces of yellow, Drag Strip moving further away. He looked around at every step he took, this should give him enough time to run, unless Wildrider hid himself. Breakdown started to step out of the cold and began to transform.
Snow hit Breakdown’s tires as he started to drive away. Drag Strip still unaware of what was going on. The dark blue mech continued to move further away. His wheels leaving trails of marks engraved into the snow. It shouldn’t be enough to alert his older brother, yet at that thought, his Spark pulsed.
The yellow mech lifted his helm and turned, yes, there was a sign his little brother was here. His visor glowed before catching sight of a fading Armet Balkan) “Wildrider!” Drag Strip yelled. (Upon that voice, Breakdown drove away, now hearing the roar of tires behind and beside him?
Wildrider cackled as he rammed right into Breakdown. This send the larger mech a few inches away from the main path he was on. A cannon emerged from Breakdown’s roof and started firing at the Stunticon. Wildrider drove back as Drag Strip appeared right in front of Breakdown. The elder mech transformed and punched at Breakdown’s windshield. Tires screeched as Breakdown hit the brakes and transformed. He gripped onto Drag Strip and threw him towards a boulder. A yellow optic glared upon his yellow brother. His cannon fired a blast at his older brother. The blast hit his shoulder as Breakdown turned away)
“Breakdown, you loved that game of hide and seek. The same one we played with you for years.” Wildrider growled. “Don’t push me.” Breakdown growled. “Push you? Do you know how much I hated that game? You were always a terrible player and I always grew sick of it. I want to go home again with you!” Wildrider yelled. “Do you know what you put me through?” Breakdown snarled. “Oh, we had lots of fun playing tag with you!” Wildrider yelled. “That was when you were chasing me, called me a running cyberduck and tried to attack me.” Breakdown said. (His shoulder cannon pointed at the older brother. Wildrider frowned, his yellow optics glaring upon the sole one of his brother)
“Breakdown.” Wildrider paused. (The young brother turned his frame and got his hammers out, slamming them right at Drag Strip’s chest. He screamed out as he vanished, blending with the snow. Breakdown turned and glared at his brother, hammers now coated with snow. Wildrider stood still, watching as Breakdown towered over him. All fake, a facade to hide the true confused Youngling inside) “I never want to see you again.” Breakdown choked. “We are family, we won’t leave till.” Wildrider paused. (His optics widened as Breakdown slammed down at him with his hammers. The shoulder cannon firing at the older brother.
Soon, the mist of Wildrider vanished, now leaving Breakdown to attack the snow. Some splashed onto his face. He stood still as small fragments fell down his bulky armor. Snow started to get harsher as he noticed it. A blizzard was starting to hit this area. Breakdown transformed and drove off. Everything within his bulky armor now freezing as he blasted hot air within his systems. Back on the road again, all by himself without his partner. The cold air drifted away by the heat, yet most remained deep within his Spark.
Hi guys, life has been pretty hard lately, so I’m unsure when the next chapter will come out. I thank you all so much for your patience and understanding that life can get in our way. I just have to make it through. I originally planned to post this on the 21st, since that was the fifth year anniversary since @lonemaximal posted the comic on Deviantart. I’m glad to be able to post again, even if it may take me a while to come back.
Children laughed; throwing snowballs at each other. All unaware of a snow coated Armet Balkan nearby. Breakdown stared at them, a frown on his orange faceplates. He was alone, a target by his own family. Breakdown sighed, letting snow fall off his frame. Where will he go from here? No signs of Vehicons or Dreadwing, if he survived. Breakdown drove past a few snowmen and spotted each of their coal smiles and continued on.
High above the sky, a few jets flew in the clouds. A Vehicon nicknamed Giddy flew higher with a net on his undercarriage. Abby snored while in the air. “I still can’t believe that you have a Sleep Net.” Giddy said. “Yeah, I always keep it with me when I have a hard time recharging.” Tim replied. “Guys!” Someone called. (The two Vehicons stopped, all noticed an Armet Balkan) “There he is.” Dreadwing mused. “Lets hurry.” The Vehicon said. (The jets flew closer to Breakdown.
His mirrors caught sight of the Decepticon jets. So they found him. Breakdown sighed and started to slow down. The ice continued to push him forward. He stopped, letting Dreadwing and the Vehicons to land, they surrounded him. Breakdown transformed, raising his servos) “Breakdown, Lord Megatron grows weary of your game. Return with us to the Nemesis.” Dreadwing ordered. “Is Knock Out there?” Breakdown asked. (The Vehicon glanced at each other. Dreadwing nodded) “Yes, I will ensure that your reunited with him.” Dreadwing said. (Breakdown nodded and walked up to him. Dead End narrowed his optics, his brothers should be here soon. Right then, all heard the roar of engines.
Wildrider and Drag Strip cackled as they started to open fire at everyone. Breakdown transformed and drove off. Dreadwing started to walk towards Breakdown right as someone shot the Seeker’s back. The two Stunticons drove ahead, knocking down any Vehicon which stood in their way. Dreadwing got up, sighting a glowing aura reappearing. Dead End gripped a cluster of grenades, throwing them at the Decepticons. Dreadwing’s machine gun roared to little as he fired at the fatalist. Dead End vanished, letting trees fall. The Vehicons huddled behind their Second in Command. Armor tense as Dreadwing kept firing.
Breakdown’s canon came to life, firing lasers at the two maniacs) “Come on home!” Wildrider yelled. (Breakdown transformed and activated his hammers. The elder brothers transformed; Breakdown slammed his hammers at the two. They crashed into trees and vanished. The bulky mech growled before transforming and driving away.
Dead End crashed into a few trees; he groaned, noticing the barrels of a canon aimed at him. Dreadwing glared at him) “What is your purpose here?” Dreadwing growled. “I cannot say.” Dead End sighed. (He vanished, leaving Dreadwing with a few injured Vehicons.
Ratchet sighed as he placed the final pieces in, welding crimson red armor together. Other Autobots wandering around in search for anyone willing to cause trouble. Ratchet sighed, putting the tools away from his work. Smokescreen walked up to the two medics) “Anything new?” Ratchet asked. “One thing went missing.” Smokescreen said. “What could it be?” Ratchet asked. “I’m unsure, although Arcee looked furious.” Smokescreen answered. (Ratchet frowned as he saw the other Autobots come up to him. Arcee now bearing narrowed optics and clenched fists)
“How can any of this be possible?” Bulkhead asked. “The fact that our former enemy came back?” Wheeljack asked. “Yes, that, except, why of all things to take, was it the capsule?” Bulkhead continued. “The one containing Airachnid?” Ratchet asked. (Arcee nodded) “Now we’ve got former enemies after us again, first Motormaster and now her.” Arcee growled. “Airachnid?” Someone whispered.
(All optics focused on the cherry red medic. Knock Out cracked open his optics, finding the Autobots surrounding him. Numbness filled his armor as he tried to move. Restraints on his wrists and ankles. What he focused on the most was his ruined paint job) “Your awake.” Smokescreen said. “My paint job!” Knock Out screamed. “Calm down.” Wheeljack sighed. (The red medic glared at the Wrecker) “Do you know how important it is to me?” Knock Out yelled. (He snarled before stopping, pain filling his side. Ratchet groaned)
“Any sudden movement and you will feel pain!” Ratchet snapped. “How long have I endured being with you?” Knock Out asked. “A lot of time.” Ratchet sighed. “We will repair your paint job the best we can, Knock Out.” Optimus said. “In exchange for what?” Knock Out groaned. “Your cooperation; we know what pain you’ve experienced by the servos of Megatron. If you wish to get better, than you are to follow what Ratchet says.” Optimus said. “Fine, turn these restraints off and give me space.” Knock Out replied. (Optimus nodded and turned his helm to Ratchet. Arcee stepped up to Knock Out) “You mentioned Airachnid.” Arcee said. “Her, I dare not want to hear her name again!” Knock Out yelled. “For what reason?” Smokescreen asked. “She, she.” Knock Out paused. (He lowered his helm and lay flat on the berth. Tears threatening to fill his optics. Ratchet rose his servos) “Its time I return to work, back away everyone.” Ratchet said. (The Autobots started to step back till leaving the two medics alone in the room. Ratchet disabled the restraints, picking up more tools)
“She killed him, she killed him!” Knock Out screamed. “Killed who? Wait, Breakdown?” Ratchet asked. (Knock Out said nothing, he closed his optics and moved his helm away from Ratchet) “What were you talking about involving her?” Knock Out asked. “We had a capsule containing her after events when we discovered the Insecticons.” Ratchet explained. (He stepped back as Knock Out clawed the berth) “You allowed her to live after she killed him?” Knock Out growled. “We didn’t know Breakdown died, until after what MECH did to his body.” Ratchet replied. (He started to hear sobbing and sighed.
Bulkhead lowered his helm as he stood near the main room) “Hey.” Someone called. (Bulkhead almost jumped at the voice before noticing it was Wheeljack) “Oh, hey Jackie.” Bulkhead grinned, “Found a neat place to go for training. Would give us something to do outside of waiting.” Wheeljack said. “Yeah, I’ll go for it.” Bulkhead said. (The Wrecker tilted his helm) “Something bothering you?” Wheeljack asked. “No, lets get going.” Bulkhead said. (Wheeljack nodded) “Fine, at least sunshine will have his peace and quiet.” Wheeljack smirked.
The two Autobots walked past the two medics, Bulkhead looked away as he saw Knock Out crying. Breakdown didn’t deserve becoming a life support for such an insane man. The Autobot pushed his thoughts away for the moment, he’d get to apologies later once he calmed down.
The Art of Prime book is stupid expensive and the people should have access after these years. Here is a request for the pages of Knockout and Breakdown. Breakdown follows Knockout in the book.
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