Hexwing Art Competition

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Hello to all contestants, and viewers. On this page is displayed those entrants' art pieces that have been submitted to the Hexwing Art Competition. More entries will be added as time goes along. This page is intended as a convenience for those competing to see their fellow competitors from various boards, and also for those who wish to view the talents of these highly skilled, and gifted people.

But first, to set the mood, a smidgeon of fiction.....

Black Arrow drummed her fingers on the keys of the display console in front of her. While the intelligence she had the others gathering was tedious to review, at times it was actually entertaining. Speed metal music poured into the control room. A hard hitting tune with a drummer that wouldn’t quit was doing a solo. For unbecoming weaklings, these humans were quite creative, Black Arrow thought. She eyed her fingers. Another thought struck her, and trailed across her mind. Humans were designed similar to her race also (albeit on a much smaller, spongy level). Her lips refreshed themselves with an energy drink that Eniac had procured during one of her supply scouting missions…. But humans were still something to be exterminated. They were an infestation.

A faint wailing sound escaped the chamber in the darkness behind the control room. Viral was enduring some sort of punishment that the Mother saw fit to give. To be so close to the Mother was such a blessing…. yet a curse. While true, she thought, we (us nine) are all Hexwing, Viral bares the brunt, and full weight of the Mother’s mind. How can I envy, yet pity her, Black Arrow asked herself. And that Autobot we captured… Silverbolt is his name. I can neither fathom, nor understand why he seems to care about the lesser beings of this universe so. I would think it would be obvious to him that cybernetic races like ourselves are meant to rule, to conquer. It is our manifest destiny….. Yet even with his…. naïve thoughts, there’s something about him. I almost regret torturing him. “Strange,” she uttered aloud.

Darpa, and Arpa burst into the control room. “The humans know about us,” exclaimed Arpa. “We’ve been… What’s the word?” asked Darpa. “Immortalized!,” agreed Arpa. Neither of them was particularly bright. Yet, these twins seemed to feed off of each other for conversation. The humans have a term for it. I believe it’s ditsy blonde, Black Arrow mentally noted.

“How,” came Black Arrow’s slightly too forceful interrogative.

“We don’t know how, but we’ve been drawn!” Arpa almost sounded giddy.

“And beautifully,” Darpa added. “Look!”

Entry 1: By NIDARAM12 (Nick Maradin)

Posted: Transformers 2005 message board

Don Murphy message board

Personal Art Page: http://nidaram.deviantart.com/