Okay so I am Once Again sucked back into the Transformers fandom (I can never leave help me) and have fallen into UltraJack Hell due to some blogs on this lovely site.
"But Techni, what's UltraJack Hell?"
I'm glad you asked! UltraJack is Ultra Magnus/Wheeljack, the stick in the mud and the smart space ninja cowboy dude guy with eyebrow horns (can you see who my favorite is here).
Their vibes? Immaculate.
The chemistry?? Insane.
The tension??? I've seen cables snap over less.
Now, I know what you're probably thinking. Why them? Why now? Those are excellent questions that only god can answer and he ain't pickin' up right now. I am your god now
Ahem.
Wheeljack is interesting in Transformers Prime because he's different from basically every other iteration we've seen of him. He's some ninja cowboy badass who is also such a smarty pants he puts everyone else to shame. He's a loner who others claim is the life of the party. He's batshit wild and loyal.
He's a Wrecker, one of the last, and has been alone for a Long Time before he found Earth. He's feral, okay?
An absolute Gremlin of a man. Mech. Whatever you get the point.
Now. We have Ultra Magnus. The Wrecker commander during the war, likes rules and procedure, and to follow the chain of command. But he was in charge of this massive group of hooligans who knew they were being sent to their deaths every time they got a mission. That has to leave a lasting impression.
He has to be a Secret Gremlin, along the lines of "don't feed after midnight". He looks normal, if a little stiff and formal, but he is Commander Chaos okay the first thing he asked for was to uSE THE SOLAS HAMMER.
AND ANCIENT ARTIFACT OF THE PRIMES.
BECAUSE IT WAS SHINY AND HE COULD CREATE EARTHQUAKES WITH IT.
My boy Mags went "I can cause So Much Destruction with that" and then went grabby hands.
Can you see where I'm going with this?????
They are both Agents of Chaos but at opposite ends of the spectrum.
Mags is all malicious compliance and huge Fuck Off Hammers while Wheeljack is flashing swords that distract you while he rewires a bomb to your ass.
I decided to fuck around to refresh my memory of using these things, and promptly fucking found out.
this is drawn. On TWO FUCKING LAYERS. One for the jojo symbols. One for everything else. I do not know how the fuck I did this I didn't even sketch the bastard out.
The very embodiment of the poisoned Earth, of that one impurity that has thus fouled the whole world. Twisted and mangled until it fought him, their supposed savior. The Leper!
And yet, Gamera somehow couldn’t find it in himself to be horrified. The guardian just let out a sharp, almost amused bark and shook himself off.
“You know, when I talked about being condemned, it was all a metaphor! But now, the metaphor’s real. Just...” Utter disbelief at being confronted with a walking metaphor that just about smacked him in the face crossed the guardian’s face. “...I don’t suppose that next up will be a twisted copy of me, the Anti-Gamera?”