#soldato j

[dweamofsweep]

studying the bird man…

[raizych]

It's been a long time I haven't posted anything here. And I still haven't found out how to receive payment from abroad... I will keep looking for the solution of this problem to open commissions later. Fortunately, I have a lot of drawindgs to show you, so today i will post six characters to make fanart of challenge I finished a day ago. You can find more of my atrworks here^^: https://vk.com/rise_the_shewolf

[sealeeboi]

Despicable G

[uranium217]

Soldato J

Look at him, doing a little spin

[shootsfavorite]

green silly guy and cat daughter live reaction …

[steel-valiant]

J-Der, by @gunbamgun

[chiauve]

Minutes

The concept of breaking time into measured units was not an easy one for a Red to understand. They viewed the universe in terms of stages and cycles; adding specific measurements to that was just casting numbers into the void. Yet now, staring out into the field of stars over what remained of the Trinary System, littered with destroyed parts of ships, robots, and the cores of the Primevals, Soldato J 003 understood those measurements.

They had mere minutes until the Primeval cores regenerated and the battle began all over again.

A battalion they'd been, an armada, now they were five, huddled on the last J-Ark, broken and tired. The weight of their failure was too heavy for them alone to bear, but they had no choice in the matter.

Soldato J 003 turned away from the view of that failure and looked to his fellows. 002 was engrossed in attempting to retrieve the mind of the young Soldato they'd managed to rescue. He was a lucky find, still alive in what remained of his J-Der, but unable to overcome the belief he too had been ripped in half. The price of Fusion. It gave them superior control of their robots by joining with them, becoming them, unlike the clumsy Riders 003 remembered using back on frontier guard in his youth, but that made them capable of feeling the pain of the machine as well, and if one did not have a strong enough will, it would take you with it when it died. The young Soldato probably never went through advanced psionics before he'd been called to serve in the battalion, and when his J-Der was torn in two, he'd been unable to throw himself from Fusion and was caught in the belief of injury. 002 held his bare hands to the young one's face, whispering assurances to him and forcing his own will back into him, that he was whole and well, that he was no longer J-Der.

003 should have been doing that, allowing 002 to continue to lead the fight, but the truth was that 002 was more skilled in the matter of the psychic than 003. One of those frustrating yet proud moments where the student surpassed his teacher. Until 002 came back to himself, 003 was in charge.

What a joke. In charge of what? This lone, crippled J-Ark? The remaining Soldato? Aside from himself, there were only Soldato Js 082 and 019. 082 was slumped against the bulkhead, trying to get what rest he could, and 019 stood frozen over the Arma's throne, hands locked open, as though he was still trying to hold what had once been there.

"019?" 003 said, advancing on the distressed Soldato.

His head was bare, his helmet cast aside and lying on the floor. 003 could see some of the neuro-connectors sticking out, one still twitching; 019 had ripped it off too quick.

Soldato J 003 picked up the abandoned helmet and tried again. "019? Answer me."

He leaned in close to the younger Red, taking in the too-wide eyes that saw nothing. A Soldato Istruttore, 003 had long ago learned to read when a soldier needed a push and when one was about to break. He placed his hand on 019's arm.

"Aswadan," he said, soft and compassionate, calling on 019's instinctive need to respond to his Line name.

Soldato J 019 blinked and his eyes shifted to meet 003's own.

003 smiled at the response. "Soldato Aswadan."

"My Arma," 019 whispered, as though unable to get his voice any louder, "she…"

"Our children are gone," his grip on 019's arm tightened, now was the moment to push, "but we still have a fight left." He placed the Ihhre helmet into 019's open hands.

019 sighed, his body relaxing and turned the helmet to face him. "Our children…"

More than just their Arma. 003 looked out at the debris drifting by the ship. His own offspring had volunteered for the J Battalion and was now lost out there in the cold with it. The thought alone was unbearable and 003 thought he would die from it, but there was no point.

They were all going to die soon enough.

With a weary sigh Soldato J 002 withdrew his hands from the younger Soldato's head and stood, offering his arm to help the other up. The younger Red accepted and stood unsteadily, his mind still struggling to catch up.

"Identify," 003 called. 002 would know who he was, through mindsharing and Line alike, they were both Azhurakan, but it was the younger Soldato's duty to let the others know.

"Soldato J 101," he said and bent to retrieve his helmet. "Is…is this all of us?"

Soldato J 082 lifted his head but didn't stand up. "I'm afraid so."

"But the mission, how can we…?" 101 began, turning to 002.

"We can't." 002 stepped away and looked out over their battlefield, what had once been an interstellar highway between the Green and Purple planets, both gone. He absently lifted a hand and pressed it to the transparent shields as the frozen corpse of an Azhurakan drifted by, its helmet and half its twisted face ripped away. 003 couldn't hear him, but he knew 002 whispered the dead Soldato's name as it passed. The Azhurakan Line was a relatively new one and small. He undoubtedly knew all those that were out there by name. Soldato J 002's crest drooped so low it hung down his back.

"What are we going to do?" 003 asked, "The Primevals are going to regenerate soon and this ship's Tomoro is dead. Mega-fusion is no longer an option."

002 dropped his hand to his side and clenched it tightly. "We are going to take this ship back to Keshasha, gather up as many survivors as it will hold, and then get them as far away as we can from here."

082 rose to his feet, incredulous. "We're going to run away?"

"Retreat, yes."

101's crest lifted. "We are the Warriors of Abel, tasked to defeat the Z-Master at any cost!"

002 whirled on him, his own crest raised in challenge. "How? We have no Arma, no way to purify those cores. We'll keep fighting and they will only keep regenerating until we are worn down and die!"

"But we can't run away," 101's argument was hesitant, and 003 wondered if he'd just come out of the Academy before he was conscripted into the J Battalion, "Our honor as warriors…"

"Means nothing," 003 cut in. As 002's second-in-command it was time for him to speak up in support of his Comandante. "We are the Warriors of Abel, yes, and we are bound to follow her will until we die if we must, but we are Soldato first. Our duty is to the Line, and we cannot fulfill that if we die out here uselessly."

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