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I finally finished my entry for 's contest. You were supposed to draw a picture while listening to one of a few chosen songs.

I chose the song "The Imperial March" by Celldweller and drew her OC Sin alongside with my OC Petrol as Sith. Although the perspective and overall picture took me FOREVER, I totally enjoyed participating in this contest.

I wrote a bit of background story for my image as well.
I highly apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, feel free to tell me if you find any. English is not my native language, so it sometimes took me a long time to find the right english words and I feel like I couldn't express my self as accurate as I wanted to at some parts. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway

“Ignore them - they will become stubborn.
Insult them - they will become angry.
But giving them a feeling of not being valued is different. Because it will break them.”
- Unknown

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The republican basement lay deep within Rotu Forest. Both moons of Zhero were hidden behind thick, black clouds, the giant trees casting huge shadows on the ground, swallowing the last bits of resudial light. There was no wind at all, the air being perfectly still and cold. The only sound hearable was the rain pouring down tirelessly onto the leaves and the sharp hissing sound of two siluettes, piercing the dark night’s air like bullets. Nimbly they jumped from tree to tree until the basement came in sight.
Stopping his rush, the bigger figure landed smoothly on a huge branch in mid height, boot soles squeezing water from the wet moose growing on the trees bark. Red eyes gleamed underneath a hood that was pulled down low over his forehead, swaths of hot breath emitting from his nose. Electronic applications on some parts of his massive, muscular body made metallic sounds everytime a raindrop hit them.
Shortly after, the smaller figure landed on the branch. His big ears, wet by the rain as well, flicked in alert, red eyes fixed on the basement for a moment as well. His gaze moved to the bigger figure:

'I can feel his presence, Sin. He’s definetly in there.'

Not turning his head or looking away from the basement the bigger figure answered, his voice being artificial and emotionless:

'You better be right, Petrol. I won’t accept another mistake by you. You know what to do if you face Karan?'

'Yes, master.'

He answered the question, although there was only one acceptable answer to it anyway. Trying to hold Sin's gaze, Petrol felt his heartbeat fasten, but he supressed his emotions. Control your feelings! He could not let his master get any insight in what he was thinking. Being trained for this day since years, he finally felt ready for his revenge.

'Good', Sin replied and tilted his head towards a part of the basement on the left side of it.

Blue light emitting from a dome-shaped structure, implied that it was a starship port, protected by a shield. Master and Padawan continued their tree jumping, as silent and dangerous as owls at nighttime. As they reached the tree next to the port, Sin stopped once again:

'Wait!'

Petrol came to a hold, looking at Sin in confusion.

'There is a protective cannon over there.'

Petrol followed the direction of his master's gaze, eyes narrowing to identify the cannon's silouette. The darkness and rain dripping into his eyes made it hard to recognize it. The cannon was positioned about 50 feet away on a platform of a security tower higher up, ready to shoot any intruder that forcefully tried to gain entrance.

'You elimiate it. I will bring the shield down.'

[...]
Read the full story here

Read the edit done by MajorFelis here
(It's definetly worth reading both )

Time: long...
Programs Used: Paint Tool Sai, PSE, Gimp

Description
I finally finished my entry for 's contest. You were supposed to draw a picture while listening to one of a few chosen songs.

I chose the song "The Imperial March" by Celldweller and drew her OC Sin alongside with my OC Petrol as Sith. Although the perspective and overall picture took me FOREVER, I totally enjoyed participating in this contest.

I wrote a bit of background story for my image as well.
I highly apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, feel free to tell me if you find any. English is not my native language, so it sometimes took me a long time to find the right english words and I feel like I couldn't express my self as accurate as I wanted to at some parts. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway

“Ignore them - they will become stubborn.
Insult them - they will become angry.
But giving them a feeling of not being valued is different. Because it will break them.”
- Unknown

◊ ▬▬▬▬ · ▬▬▬▬ ◊

The republican basement lay deep within Rotu Forest. Both moons of Zhero were hidden behind thick, black clouds, the giant trees casting huge shadows on the ground, swallowing the last bits of resudial light. There was no wind at all, the air being perfectly still and cold. The only sound hearable was the rain pouring down tirelessly onto the leaves and the sharp hissing sound of two siluettes, piercing the dark night’s air like bullets. Nimbly they jumped from tree to tree until the basement came in sight.
Stopping his rush, the bigger figure landed smoothly on a huge branch in mid height, boot soles squeezing water from the wet moose growing on the trees bark. Red eyes gleamed underneath a hood that was pulled down low over his forehead, swaths of hot breath emitting from his nose. Electronic applications on some parts of his massive, muscular body made metallic sounds everytime a raindrop hit them.
Shortly after, the smaller figure landed on the branch. His big ears, wet by the rain as well, flicked in alert, red eyes fixed on the basement for a moment as well. His gaze moved to the bigger figure:

'I can feel his presence, Sin. He’s definetly in there.'

Not turning his head or looking away from the basement the bigger figure answered, his voice being artificial and emotionless:

'You better be right, Petrol. I won’t accept another mistake by you. You know what to do if you face Karan?'

'Yes, master.'

He answered the question, although there was only one acceptable answer to it anyway. Trying to hold Sin's gaze, Petrol felt his heartbeat fasten, but he supressed his emotions. Control your feelings! He could not let his master get any insight in what he was thinking. Being trained for this day since years, he finally felt ready for his revenge.

'Good', Sin replied and tilted his head towards a part of the basement on the left side of it.

Blue light emitting from a dome-shaped structure, implied that it was a starship port, protected by a shield. Master and Padawan continued their tree jumping, as silent and dangerous as owls at nighttime. As they reached the tree next to the port, Sin stopped once again:

'Wait!'

Petrol came to a hold, looking at Sin in confusion.

'There is a protective cannon over there.'

Petrol followed the direction of his master's gaze, eyes narrowing to identify the cannon's silouette. The darkness and rain dripping into his eyes made it hard to recognize it. The cannon was positioned about 50 feet away on a platform of a security tower higher up, ready to shoot any intruder that forcefully tried to gain entrance.

'You elimiate it. I will bring the shield down.'

[...]
Read the full story here

Read the edit done by MajorFelis here
(It's definetly worth reading both )

Time: long...
Programs Used: Paint Tool Sai, PSE, Gimp