Been a while. I haven't drawn since I went off the radar, until this... started and finished tonight.

Here's cyborg Gerra on the run from some locals in a galaxy that apparently doesn't like his 'resource syphoning' or 'kidnapping', saying it's 'piracy' and otherwise 'against the law'. He doesn't know about all that, but it doesn't matter when your ship is more advanced than anything this entire universe has ever seen and can shotgun between dimensions to teleport millions of lightyears away.

Here he is maneuvering past his pursuer's weapons' systems and charging up for just such a jump.

How was he supposed to know the alien he lured onto his ship was a prince? Never mind that he didn't even know what that actually meant until like fifteen minutes ago... >_> Really, absolutely not Gerra's fault at all. /s