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Can we take a moment to appreciate all the female transformers in the Animated universe?
Of course we have; Sari, one of the best kid characters the series has ever given us, Blackarachnia/Elita-1, a tragic character with her own agenda, Arcee who plays a major role in Project Omega, and Slipstream, Starscream’s mysterious female clone.
But we also have characters like:
Strika: Megatron’s chosen “General of Destruction”, Leader of Team Chaar, and Lugnut’s consort (who knew Lugnut was part royalty? XD). She lives for war, and with her perfect mixture of immense strength and brilliant military tactical mind, Strika is indeed a dangerous foe.
Red Alert: Though top of her class in Protihex Medical Mechnical, Red Alert’s bedside manners leaves something to be desired. She did develop a cure for Gold Plastic Syndrome, and lost her servo to a Decepticon booby trap, replacing it with a Transfer Interlink. These days, she serves as field medic for Rodimus Prime’s team (and she was originally supposed to be part of the main cast, until the writers replaced her with Ratchet.).
And Flashpoint: A search-and-rescue worker, who works under Fixit in the Rescue Patrol, Flashpoint doesn’t hesitate to put her own spark in danger if it means helping others. She is also an instructor, teaching medics like Minerva.
Chromia: A forensic accountant who is harder than nails and will chew out anyone who crosses her. She also likes collecting Furnacian pottery and having a drink at Maccadam’s.
Minerva: Having been trained as a medic by Fixit, Minerva was then dispatched to Earth so she could gain essential field experience under Ratchet’s tutelage. Only to steer of course and crash land in Canada, where she scanned a Japanese car as her chosen vehicle mode.
Drag Strip: A Decepticon who wields two laser swords, she is part of Team Stunticons, tasked with breaking Megatron out of prison (and grudgingly playing the role of damsel in distress in their fake stunt show.).
And Nightbeat: A young and inexperience detective with some raw talent and incredible insight.
Override Prime: Marking the first official female Prime to exist within the series, Override Prime, along with 11 other autobots, played key roles in Project Omega. During the Great War, Override Prime was chosen to pilot, Kappa Supreme, and presumably went offline after Blitzwing destroyed her ship, while she was protecting a supply convoy. Since Arcee never got the chance to transfer her activation codes over to Omega Supreme, this makes Override Prime the only female out of the 12 pilots.
Kappa Supreme: Codename designation, Chromia X, Kappa Supreme was the eleventh, and only female Omega Sentinel. She was bonded to Override Prime and eventually destroyed by Blitzwing, while trying to escort a supply convoy. She provided them with enough time to escape, though whether or not Override Prime went offline with her is unknown.
Rosanna/Flip Sides: Is an popular autobot singer who likes to collect various cybernetic animals. Though, she may or may not be the Decepticon Spy, Flip Sides that Blurr was trying to track down (assuming of course that Rosanna is even aware that she might be a spy…).
Lickty-Split: A waitress at Maccadam’s Old Oil House, who wants to quit her job and win a Golden Disk in the Tour de Orgenon.
And Lightbright: A search and rescue bot who can transform into a dual-purpose hovercraft/submersible. Her powerful lights and size allow her to scour small and tight places that other crafts can’t get to.
Botanica: A member of the Autobot High Council and a skilled botanist who cleared a Morphobot infestation on Daffodil II, Botanica has quite the social standing, but many have questioned her decision to be in a relationship with Rattletrap, a dirt rat who deals in illegal services.
Flareup: A bot with a southern accent, a fondness for explosives, and kicking decepticon skidplate. Flareup originally trained in search-and-rescue, back in boot camp, but now works in demolition; tearing through Decepticons, and even blowing up a communication tower. She’s currently in a relationship with Warpath.
Glyph: A researcher who specializes in archaeometry, but is a bit of a wallflower, as she’s normally seen far too engrossed in her data files than making friends. She is however close friends with Tap-Out, who in turn is very protective of her (especially when around her ex-boyfriend).
Road Rage: An Autobot Bounty hunter who isn’t in it for the credits, but solely to bring criminals to justice. To help her in her crusade are her Trilenial sensors, which allow her to detect when her quarry is armed. She may also be acquainted with Excellion and Glyph.
Clipper and Antagony: An Autobot and Decpeticon, respectively, who like drinking at Maccadam’s and have their faces on the menu.
Sureshock: A mini-con who works as a guard inside the Trypticon Prison, making sure Decepticon prisoners, like Megatron, don’t escape.
Wingthing: One of Soundwave’s many prototypes. She screams. A lot.
And last but not least, the transformers who were officially named in-universe, but never had any artwork of them.
Quickslinger: Though Quickslinger may be slow at most thing, she’s fast on the draw. She attended boot camp with Hot Rod (Rodimus Prime), Blaster and Skram, and trained by their drill Sargent, Kup Minor.
Windy: The number one singer on Cybertron (but don’t tell Rosanna that).
Beta: One of the listed Decepticon prisoners currently held in the Trypticon Prison.
the mexican football team has a 17 yrs old player and one of the funniest outcomes of this is that he cannot appear in any ad for gambling or drinking so he only appears in candy and milk advertisements. his first world cup and he's not even legally allowed to drive. his nickname is "morita" (little berry). he's three apples tall.
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ragebaiter rid2015 optimus COME BAAAACCK (based on the family feud dorito clip
y en espanol porque seria el colmo que no lo hiciera kajsdf
ENGLISH DIALOGUE:
Optimus Prime: "Technically, doritos, a highly saturated fried dough delicacy commonly seen in the form of a wheel or a square, also called "chicharrones," are a Mexican food."
Megatron: [in full caps] "BUT IT'S A SNACK! NOT A DISH!"
Optimus: "Actually, it can be."
DIAGLOGO ESPANOL:
Optimus Prime: Technicamente, doritos, una delicia frto de alta saturacion usualmente heches en forma de ruedas or cuadros, tambien conocidos como "chicharrones," son una comida Mexicana.
Megatron: Pero es un bocadillo! No un platillo!
Optimus: De hecho, si puede ser.
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The following day, James left Kildane Sheds as quickly as possible to Tidmouth Yards to meet up with Edward, who he'd managed to get a space at Tidmouth Sheds for the night and pick up the Honeypot coaches.
When James pulled into Tidmouth Yards, he was about to head for the carriage sheds when he saw something blocking his path. "What the…" His path was blocked by a goods train—a weird one at that. There were odd large boxes randomly placed within the trucks, which were full of stone. The bright red medium-sized tender engine could care though. This train was in his way. But as he was about to switch points, Diesel came roaring into the yard. “‘Ey! Don’t touch those trucks, red rusty! That's my train right there."
Of course, James thought. He knew the shunters at Tidmouth well enough to know that they wouldn't leave this sort of mess. "What're you doing here? You work at Vicarstown, not Tidmouth," he scolded.
"I need to show Sir Topham Hatt something really special," Diesel replied smugly with a snicker. "You better not move them. I'm going to need them in a moment." With that, Diesel laughed as he rolled away, his wheels whirring as he headed to the platform of the Fat Controller's office.
James groaned and rolled his eyes. "Ugh! I don't have the time for this," he exasperated. He backed away and switched over to the line where the oddly placed train started. As one of the yardmen coupled him up, Edward appeared from the roundhouse that was Tidmouth Shed.
"Guid mornin', James!" exclaimed Edward as he left the roundhouse. "Whit've ye got?"
"Some goods train some-engine left. I can't get to the coaches with this in the way," James replied. With a whiff and a puff, he tried to pull but the small train wouldn't budge.
Meanwhile, in the south area of the yard, the Fat Controller walked out of his office with a clipboard in hand. Today was the day before The Great Railway Show, and Sir Topham Hatt II needed to look for the final contestant he planned on taking. He looked around, hoping to find them but only saw Donald heading in his direction.
"Hold it right there, Donald!" he exclaimed.
The navy blue tender engine came to a halt. "Is thare a problem, sir?"
"Have you seen James? I need to speak with him."
"I saw him up near the carriage shed, sir."
"Good. I need you to take me there then."
"O’ course, sir!"
The Fat Controller quickly climbed into Donald's cab. With two whistles and a puff, Donald backed down the track.
James struggled to move the train. "Oh, come on!" he huffed. He blasted his whistle as loud as he could and continued to pull.
Edward was about to move forward when he noticed something odd. He frowned. His eyes could've been playing tricks on him but those big boxes…
Are they moving by themselves?
"Uh, James?" called out Edward, right as an engine stormed by. "Those boxes. They're movin’ by thaimselves!"
The noise of rails rattling had muffled most of Edward's sentence, only allowing James to catch on to the last bit. "Yes, I'm moving them by myself! Just-"
The trucks bashed against him.
“Shit!” Frightened, James accidentally released his brakes, making it easier for the “trucks” to push against him. "Hey, stop! Stop!" he yelled as he slipped and was pushed back.
Edward hollered out as he rushed towards him. "James!"
Donald arrived with the Fat Controller, who peaked out of the engine’s cab to see James being pushed. "James?" he hollered as Donald popped open his smokebox door to see the same thing.
The navy blue six-driver gasped, realizing that something wasn't right. Shutting his smokebox door, he quickly moved forward, away from the area right as Norman passed by. "Norman, stop!" he hollered.
Diesel rushed back and exclaimed, "My surprise!"
Edward saw Norman coming right after, immediately pulling on his brakes. "James!"
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Here’s a bunch more doodles I did around the time I went to see the Super Mario Galaxy film in theaters, coincidentally, I finished DK Bananza in the same week
That game is genuinely delightful, 10/10 gaming experience
BONUS! At the end is a photo of a sick sweatshirt I painted for myself because I am tired of Nintendo taking my designs down in my teepublic shop — when in doubt, paint it yourself
Edward was pulling the Honeypot on the Main Line, enjoying the scenery of the Island of Sodor, and chatting with the coaches. The Honeypot coaches enjoyed his company. It was only April yet the breeze felt warm and inviting as he went from station to station. It felt just like the old days when he was a really useful engine. He had just completed the delayed run up to Tidmouth and turned around for the next trip, having just left Knapford and heading to Crosby.
"For an engine pulling coaches for the first time in years, you're doing wonderful, dear!" praised the brake coach.
"R-Really?" Edward asked timidly.
"Absolutely!" confirmed the first coach. "You did say you were an Express engine."
"I did. I-I’m still rusty!" he insisted, only for the Honeypot coaches to reassure him that he was doing just fine.
As he and the coaches continued their trip to Crosby, James approached them from the other direction, having just passed Crosby. Edward was fully engrossed in his conversation with the Honeypot coaches that he didn't hear or see the other engine until…
"Edward!" James fumed loudly and quickly braked to a stop.
"James!" exclaimed the Honeypot coaches. Edward gasped, startled, and braked harshly, coming to a nasty stop.
"I can't believe it,” huffed James as his boiler bubbled furiously and he backed down on the line to see Edward's startled face. “But Philip was right! Engines like you cause nothing but trouble!
The Indian-red engine looked down. The lack of attention and respect broke it for James.
“You won't even look at me! Who do you think you are? And what are you doing with my coaches?"
"Your coaches?" exclaimed the Honeypot coaches in unison, offended as Edward looked away with a guilty face.
"We aren't even the slightest ‘your coaches’!" exclaimed the first coach.
"We are Molly's coaches!" followed the second coach.
"And even then, we're our own coaches!" followed the third. "Aren't we all?"
"Quite right!" they all chimed.
"And what was so important that you needed to do?" said the fourth coach.
"Warranting it necessary to leave us in a siding in the middle of nowhere!" said the fifth coach, the brake coach.
"It was Maron!" hissed the fourth coach.
"But still!" argued the brake coach.
The rest of the coaches glared at James, who was absolutely humiliated and stunned. "I-" He was beginning to lose his words. "I just needed to do something!" he scoffed, giving off a defensive tone.
The Honeypot coaches huffed at James. "Come on, Edward. Apologies for his behavior," said the first coach, with a stern tone aimed at James, to the foreigner, who had stayed relatively quiet. "Let's get going. We don’t want to delay any further."
Edward said nothing, still avoiding eye contact. He left James behind with two solemn whistles, quite the opposite of his typical bright whistle.
The tone struck James. Yes, he was upset with Edward but he hadn't intended to upset him as well. "I just wanted to look my best for the show," James said quietly. He followed Edward, backing down the track and quickly catching up to him.
"I just wanted to be part of the Great Railway Show," he mumbled meekly after a moment of silence.
"Eh?" asked Edward, caught off guard by the engine going backward but still refused to look at James straight in the eyes. "I thoucht-"
"I lied!" he exclaimed. "I was upset with you earlier. I'm sorry."
“For? W-Wis it because… I bumpit ye this mornin’?”
“...Yes?”
“Whit dae ye mean '...Yes?'” Edward huffed harshly, feeling hurt. “Ur ye mad at me, aye o’ naw?”
“No. I was mad because you’re…” He looked away, feeling silly. “...you’re red.”
Edward frowned but his eyebrows shifted his expression from offense to questioning. A sign to keep talking.
“Because… I thought…” James paused to word what he wanted to say properly. “I thought that I would have strong competition for the Best Decorated Parade!” He let out a sigh. "It's not like I'm participating anyways."
"W-Whit? Why?" he asked, flustered. "Did somethin' happen?"
"It's silly."
"No' if it's makin' ye upset."
He looked back at the other engine.
"Ye gettin' mad b-because I'm red is… silly. I-I think there’s more than w-whit ye're lettin' oan," said Edward with a hint of genuine warmth and comfort in his tone.
James stayed quiet and continued to look over at the engine as he thought about it. As they neared Crosby, James went into the tiny yard and used the turntable. Once he pulled in next to Edward, he finally spoke. "My sister was chosen for it instead of me."
"A sister? Y-Ye huv a sister? I huvnae seen another ye around."
"No, no! There's an engine who I consider a sister of mine."
"Och!" Edward's eyes perked up. "T-Thon's very lucky o' ye. Ye must be close wit' everyone else."
"Somewhat."
"Eh?"
James gulped. When they both left Crosby, he mustered the courage and asked, "Can I be honest with you?"
Edward was startled. "Uh… S-Sure," he replied.
James let out a heavy sigh. "I'm not that well-liked because of how I am. Unless I do my jobs with no fuss, that is."
"Why?"
"I'm not a very bearable engine," he scoffed. "Look at who's coming down the tracks, oh my, it's him! That's James, oh dear!" he sang in mockery, fully aware that the coaches, passengers, and crews were listening, especially the crews. It transitioned into laughter that dwindled quickly.
"Y-Ye cannae be thon bad o' an engine," hummed Edward. Then, he has an idea. "We got aff oan the wrong track. Start over?"
“Hm?”
“Us. S-Should we start over?”
James quickly hummed in agreement.
"I'll go first! Edward. Ma name’s Edward. Class 21 frae the Furness Railway. Preservit by the Furness Railway Trust. Ye?"
James didn't respond.
"Is somethin' wrong?"
"You're preserved?"
"It’s… some story," replied Edward, the hint of sadness going unnoticed as he quickly covered it up with a sly smirk. "...stranger."
"Och!" James puffed up proudly. "James, the North Western Railway's number five, at your service!" he exclaimed.
The Honeypot coaches groaned, which James had fully expected. What he didn't see coming was hearing laughter from the other red tender engine.
"What?"
"S-sorry, sorry! It’s jist-" Edward laughed a little more. "Y-Ye're a very funny engine!"
"Huh, I do have a thing for humor," James remarked smugly as Edward's laughter subsided.
"P-Pleasure to meet ye. Bytheway, s-sorry I took yer coaches. I should've askit first."
"It's alright. If you had asked later, the Honeypot would've been very late, so, if anything, thank you for doing that."
The preserved red engine became flustered. "Och, w-well, ye're welcome. B-But it was nothin'! I wis built for-!"
"Darling, don't be so modest!" exclaimed the first coach.
"Remember what we said!" followed the second coach.
"For an engine out-of-service for decades, you're doing wonderful pulling a stopping train!" piped the third coach.
"What are you?" James blurted out before his eyes went wide, realizing what he said.
"James!" scolded the coaches before muttering.
"Sorry, but at this point, I have to know! You said you're a preserved Class. I was friends with all the 21s, and I don't remember seeing you. You look similar to them though."
"I wis left in a sidin'," replied Edward.
"What?"
Letting out a sigh, Edward replied, "It's a short story. We huv time."
"You have all of my attention!" James exclaimed proudly.
The preserved red tender engine couldn't help but smile warmly. As they neared the Wellsworth Suspension Bridge, Edward hummed thoughtfully.
"It’s nineteen-fourteen. A railway wis lookin' for an engine s-someane could spare. The North Western Railway."
"This very railway?"
"Mhm, b-but they learnit aboot my behavior issues. They immediately rejectit the offer. T-they, the board, had enouch." Edward's warm brass eyes rose up and stared off into the distance. "I wis withdrawn and left in a sidin'. I-I stayit thare and watchit everyane else work until I wis found by ane o' my sisters. In yon early days o' the Amalgamation. She broucht the rest o' thaim in secret. But they, the board, found oot. I was relocatit again"
"So how did you get preserved?" James asked.
"A g-group o' campers. They found me. I didnae ken where I wis. I wis in Scotland. Then the Furness Railway Trust rescuit me. I-it took aboot a year but they restorit me. I steamit the first time this year."
"...what did you do for that to happen?"
"I-I wisnae a very nice engine," Edward reluctantly replied. "I’m the oldest o' my siblings. I wis… I wis overprotective o' thaim."
"But that's normal," said James, confused.
"No' me. I wis m-more aggressive than others…"
James eyed him wearily. "So… you pushing me earlier today wasn't you being aggressive?"
"Naw, naw!" he replied, offended. "The ship. I wis tryin' tae get oan the ship. T-thon didnae go sae well."
"Oh, right… Wait, then what are you still doing here?"
"I-I got lost at the junction. O-Oan the other side o' thon hill. Gordon’s Hill? Sae much goin' oan sae I went back tae Maron. I thoucht I could fine some-engine tae guide me."
James winced, realizing his behavior earlier hadn't made it any easier. But then he had an idea. "I can take you tomorrow! By the time we get to Vicarstown, it'll be dark."
Caught off guard, Edward gasped and for the first time, he made eye contact with James. "Really? But yer jobs?"
"My first job tomorrow is the Honeypot, so I can take you along with me and I'll drop you off at Vicarstown Station! There are no junctions after that station. Just go straight ahead and you'll find the Vicarstown Drawbridge, which leads you to the Mainland!"
"Och, thank ye, James!" exclaimed Edward, before gasping again. "Jobs. Thon's it!"
"What's it?"
"Ur ye a mixit-traffic engine?"
"Um, yes? Why is that?"
"Y-Ye could enter the new competition! The Mixit-Traffic Challenge! P-Pullin' passenger trains. Pullin’ guids trains. Headin' trains tender first. It's where smaller tender engines go tae compete!”
"I'm not small!" James scoffed.
"I-I ken! Ye get whit I'm sayin'? If yer controller hasnae chosen an engine, ye should ask him."
James hummed. A competition for engines like him? Now that could work! he thought as they stopped at Maron. By then, the sun had set and the night sky began to consume the dwindling sunlight.
