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WAHOO! I thought this would take me days! But I was determined to get it up! Because there are a few more deviations I want to put up from BWR that happen AFTER this.

What in the world is happening? you ask. Has Jagna snapped and joined the Predacons? Even if she did, how is she leading them? WTF?

Well then...all will be revealed in due course....you'll have to read Beast Wars: REBIRTH on FanFiction.net or BWInt. But to explain this litle bit, here is a snippet from BWR Chapter 11: The Flames Ignite...

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(The Predacons are gathering outside Pangaea One, about to launch a full-scale attack)

This would be the first large-scale face-off the Maximals had ever undergone together.

Greyback stood in front of his battalion of Maximals, waiting for the Predacons to arrive. Every available unit had been called to aid them, but some could not arrive either because it was too far or too dangerous.

He felt an immense pressure on his shoulders, weighed down by the expectations of his crew to lead them to victory…he was glad to have Optimus' help at that moment, though he refused to admit it. Now that she wasn't there, he had never appreciated Jagna more.

"They're headed right for the entrance, they know where it is…" Skylark informed everybody in a panicked voice as she consulted her wrist console.

"Don't presume anything, Sky. It could be a bluff," Greyback suggested, trying to contain his own panic.

"Pretty good bluff…" Spanner gulped as Sky Scraper came flying over the hill. He flapped his wings twice, swooped and flapped again.

"They're within range. Weapons out everyone! But remember, we do not fire unless fired upon, are we clear?!" Greyback bellowed to his troops.

Optimus bent down to whisper to his temporary new commander. "Better tell them to fire anyway, Tarantulas won't hold back," he told him warningly.

"We're still Maximals," Grey replied, not look at him, "I didn't think I'd have to remind you about that."

Barely a moment later, two figures emerged from the horizon of the hilltop. The sun was behind them, but the silhouettes of Serpentia and Obertron were obvious. What the nervous Maximals couldn't tell was that Serpentia was scowling.

"Thissss isssss unaccccceptable…" she whispered to her fuzor counterpart. His expression remained neutral.

"True. But it is necessary…"

He pressed a button on the side of his neck that amplified his voice tenfold, and it swept over the Maximals at the bottom of the hill in an obnoxiously loud echo.

"Have we missed something? Are you hosting a party, Greyback?"

"Where's your leader, Predacon?!" Greyback shouted up at them. He did not need an amplifier: his rage was booster enough for tem to hear him.

"Where's yours?" the fuzor replied nastily. Greyback choked, but recovered quickly with an ever fiercer glare than before.

"I wouldn't suggest an attack at this point, Oby. You're outnumbered on unfamiliar territory." They wolf projected with great confidence now. Which he was entitled to; it was true, the Predacons did not know where their strategic stronghold were in the area.

"Ah yes, about that…" Obertron continued, "…we have a surprise for you…"

Greyback's optics flickered with brief curiosity and worry. All the Maximals looked at each other, muttering and whispering and jittering worriedly.

"Say hello, Maximals…" Obertron called in his obnoxiously loud drole, "…to our new lieutenant…"

A silhouetted figure strode out from behind the bat/ape fuzor and stood between him and Serpentia at the very top of the hill. The Maximals squinted at the brightness of the setting sun behind it. There was a bright flare of sunlight as the last crescent of the solar sphere descended under the hill, their optics adjusted, and they all gasped.

"No…" Greyback exclaimed. Optimus' optics widened.

It was Jagna. But there was something different about her. Her beast mode no longer had a gingery brown coat speckled with a leopard's spots: it was jet black with piercing green eyes. Everything about her had changed. Even her purple 'skin' and gold plating seemed duller. Her optics were no longer a soft blue, but a deep, glowing red.

A malicious smile crept its way onto her face. Her former Maximals watched helplessly as she raised her hand dramatically to her new army of beasts behind that suddenly appeared behind her.

"Predacons, TERRORISE!"

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DUDUDUDUDUDUUUUNNNNNNNNN

Now. As for the picture itself:

The sun is a little higher than it says in the fic, but that was an artistic choice. I'm no good with night/dusk scenes...that I know of. Never done one before, officially. But I wasn't in the mood to try it for this piece. No patience, you see.

The sky looks freakin' awesome to me. If I may be so bold

I kept the glow in the optics of those I could (i.e. Oby has black optics, and the others are in beast mode. I think the alf-silhouetted look works. I'm quite pleased.

The shadows look shit, I know...leave me alone! Plus, this is the second piece I've forgotten to sign. Darnit >.<

From left to right/top-bottom:

Crowbeak - vulture
Masquerade - black wolf
Serpentia - cobra
Khronus - bald eagle
Jagna - leopard
Obertron - bat/ape fuzor
Pteradonna - pterodactyl
Gammatron - komodo dragon

Beast Wars (c) Hasbro
BWR + all character within (c) Jagna-Q7

Time taken: From sketch to final - approx. 7 - 9 hours on and off.

Description
WAHOO! I thought this would take me days! But I was determined to get it up! Because there are a few more deviations I want to put up from BWR that happen AFTER this.

What in the world is happening? you ask. Has Jagna snapped and joined the Predacons? Even if she did, how is she leading them? WTF?

Well then...all will be revealed in due course....you'll have to read Beast Wars: REBIRTH on FanFiction.net or BWInt. But to explain this litle bit, here is a snippet from BWR Chapter 11: The Flames Ignite...

*******

(The Predacons are gathering outside Pangaea One, about to launch a full-scale attack)

This would be the first large-scale face-off the Maximals had ever undergone together.

Greyback stood in front of his battalion of Maximals, waiting for the Predacons to arrive. Every available unit had been called to aid them, but some could not arrive either because it was too far or too dangerous.

He felt an immense pressure on his shoulders, weighed down by the expectations of his crew to lead them to victory…he was glad to have Optimus' help at that moment, though he refused to admit it. Now that she wasn't there, he had never appreciated Jagna more.

"They're headed right for the entrance, they know where it is…" Skylark informed everybody in a panicked voice as she consulted her wrist console.

"Don't presume anything, Sky. It could be a bluff," Greyback suggested, trying to contain his own panic.

"Pretty good bluff…" Spanner gulped as Sky Scraper came flying over the hill. He flapped his wings twice, swooped and flapped again.

"They're within range. Weapons out everyone! But remember, we do not fire unless fired upon, are we clear?!" Greyback bellowed to his troops.

Optimus bent down to whisper to his temporary new commander. "Better tell them to fire anyway, Tarantulas won't hold back," he told him warningly.

"We're still Maximals," Grey replied, not look at him, "I didn't think I'd have to remind you about that."

Barely a moment later, two figures emerged from the horizon of the hilltop. The sun was behind them, but the silhouettes of Serpentia and Obertron were obvious. What the nervous Maximals couldn't tell was that Serpentia was scowling.

"Thissss isssss unaccccceptable…" she whispered to her fuzor counterpart. His expression remained neutral.

"True. But it is necessary…"

He pressed a button on the side of his neck that amplified his voice tenfold, and it swept over the Maximals at the bottom of the hill in an obnoxiously loud echo.

"Have we missed something? Are you hosting a party, Greyback?"

"Where's your leader, Predacon?!" Greyback shouted up at them. He did not need an amplifier: his rage was booster enough for tem to hear him.

"Where's yours?" the fuzor replied nastily. Greyback choked, but recovered quickly with an ever fiercer glare than before.

"I wouldn't suggest an attack at this point, Oby. You're outnumbered on unfamiliar territory." They wolf projected with great confidence now. Which he was entitled to; it was true, the Predacons did not know where their strategic stronghold were in the area.

"Ah yes, about that…" Obertron continued, "…we have a surprise for you…"

Greyback's optics flickered with brief curiosity and worry. All the Maximals looked at each other, muttering and whispering and jittering worriedly.

"Say hello, Maximals…" Obertron called in his obnoxiously loud drole, "…to our new lieutenant…"

A silhouetted figure strode out from behind the bat/ape fuzor and stood between him and Serpentia at the very top of the hill. The Maximals squinted at the brightness of the setting sun behind it. There was a bright flare of sunlight as the last crescent of the solar sphere descended under the hill, their optics adjusted, and they all gasped.

"No…" Greyback exclaimed. Optimus' optics widened.

It was Jagna. But there was something different about her. Her beast mode no longer had a gingery brown coat speckled with a leopard's spots: it was jet black with piercing green eyes. Everything about her had changed. Even her purple 'skin' and gold plating seemed duller. Her optics were no longer a soft blue, but a deep, glowing red.

A malicious smile crept its way onto her face. Her former Maximals watched helplessly as she raised her hand dramatically to her new army of beasts behind that suddenly appeared behind her.

"Predacons, TERRORISE!"

*******

DUDUDUDUDUDUUUUNNNNNNNNN

Now. As for the picture itself:

The sun is a little higher than it says in the fic, but that was an artistic choice. I'm no good with night/dusk scenes...that I know of. Never done one before, officially. But I wasn't in the mood to try it for this piece. No patience, you see.

The sky looks freakin' awesome to me. If I may be so bold

I kept the glow in the optics of those I could (i.e. Oby has black optics, and the others are in beast mode. I think the alf-silhouetted look works. I'm quite pleased.

The shadows look shit, I know...leave me alone! Plus, this is the second piece I've forgotten to sign. Darnit >.<

From left to right/top-bottom:

Crowbeak - vulture
Masquerade - black wolf
Serpentia - cobra
Khronus - bald eagle
Jagna - leopard
Obertron - bat/ape fuzor
Pteradonna - pterodactyl
Gammatron - komodo dragon

Beast Wars (c) Hasbro
BWR + all character within (c) Jagna-Q7

Time taken: From sketch to final - approx. 7 - 9 hours on and off.