So now that Windblade’s been out for a few days, I kinda wanted to share my favorite panel in the whole comic. I had a TON of fun with this whole scene, picking out different types of drinks and glasses for the bots. I delight in things like this so THANK YOU Mairghread for letting me draw drunk bots.
Transformers Generations - Predacon Sky-Byte Deep within Sky-Byte beats the spark of a poet, a scholar, a brilliant and cultured military general who can command armies capable of conquering worlds. But without aptitude and patience, that means jack squat, and Sky-Byte lacks both. Still, he soldiers on, for he is driven…by a desperate need for approval. He needs the blessings of his commander, Megatron, quite possibly more than he needs energon. And Megatron, being Megatron, doesn’t dole out praise much, so Sky-Byte tries harder and harder, getting more and more desperate.
It was the end of a nightmare; Breakdown got closer to the portal which Ruination, Scourge, and Skybyte went through. Having spoken of how it could take anyone back to where they came from. The rift weakened, leaving only him and Thrust as otherworldly beings.
It could be his only chance at going home. To return back and reunite with his friend. Breakdown smiled as he faced the green portal. Turning to wave at the group as he entered.
The dark blue mech stepped onto cold metal. He looked around, yellow optics focused on each detail, all that belonged to the Nemesis. Purple screens, grey panels; it seemed nothing has changed. Then, he looked at what was near the entrance of the room.
Someone was standing there. Red armor; it couldn’t be, his search shouldn’t be that easy. After his death, resurrection, and now, here he was. Home, back on the metallic warship. Breakdown started to smile.