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[EDIT 01-05-2013: I rewrote 'Flicker' almost entirely, as well as his character bio. Image is unchanged. The story and bio are just as much a part of the image as it itself is, so edit was not checked as "minor".]

Thank you so much to *dyemooch who beautifully coloured this image for me and allowed me to share it here. He did a gorgeous job and really breathed life into this image.

Also, here is a short story I decided to write for this. The narrator is Bluestreak, who came upon Lock one evening and he is describing the event as it occurred for him.

Line Art: Me
Colours: *dyemooch
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- Flicker -

I remember that awkward moment; that night that I saw him there. Just sitting in the lounge, by himself, staring at that same holograph with this half smile, half sick, look on his face. It was like- like he was about to crumble, but with this measure of peace. So calm. I mean look, see, I'm not the only one who's seen this. Seen him that way.

The holograph, hm. I guess, well - nobody's ever...I don't know. I don't know who it is in the image. None of us do actually. I mean, is it even our business? It isn't, really. Well, no, wait - it isn't at all. No, it's pretty personal, I bet. We all just leave him alone. It's the right thing to do isn't it? I guess...well, I guess he might want to talk about it. I think I would, but I...well, I talk about everything. It's, you know, more...hm. I guess I don't like to pretend our lives aren't hard. When it's quiet, I just think; and if I'm honest with myself, I'm a little afraid of- well a lot afraid of thinking too much about the future. So I don't want to waste it - the time I have. I want to live during all the moments I've got; talk about them and make them real, memories that we can keep when we lose the things we can't. I think that maybe it will help me feel like I've done a lot with that time when it's, well...up. That could be tomorrow.
That's...well - huh. Maybe we should be talking to him about it.

Back to that night, I mean - it just felt like forever when I watched him. It was probably just a few short moments, but Primus, it was so quiet. I stood still, but it was so hard; like, I mean I really just wanted to shiver every time his optics - well I thought I'd seen his optics flicker a couple times. It was so private, and here I am just staring in the doorway. I always want to rationalize it in my mind, like 'oh, those were just reflections from the holograph's jumping light, don't be silly. He's fine. He's always fine. Why are you staring him? He's fine. Stop staring; it's weird'. Honestly, it was so intrusive of me to be there, I think.
I remember taking a step back. I never took my optics off him; but I took a step back.

It was just his look; that look on his face. It was haunting, and - and it was scary. Not scary like...I was afraid of him. No no, he's such a nice guy. Most of the minibots love him because he's so nice to them. Never makes them feel...small. He's nice to everyone. No; it certainly wasn't that. How do I explain - he was just so lost in it. I knew the bot in that holograph had to definitely be somebody he cares for - maybe loves. Hm...maybe loved. A lot of us have lost others. A lot of us continue losing them because we keep reaching out. There's actually bots, a lot of them, who refuse to be very social anymore - terrified that they might feel something from it. I can't be that way. Why even fight this war if you refuse to rightly live. That's what it's all about, isn't it? This war? Everyone deserves the right to live their life minus the fear of living it in isolation and persecution. I shouldn't judge them. I'm going to stop doing that. Fear effects us differently, I know that. For them it just keeps them caged - quiet; for me it...I- everyone knows what it does to me.
I just kept staring at him.
I hoped he hadn't lost that bot. The one he always looked at. I shouldn't have - Primus, was it wrong? - but I looked closer to that holograph. I looked closer and when I saw a fembot that looked so similar to him, with that same helmet and wings and stripes; she is - or goodness maybe was his sister. I just couldn't look anymore and I think my coolant went frozen in my lines; it made me shiver and I was still quiet and I was still just standing there.

He carries these complicated feelings with him all the time. Behind his smiles and encouragements. He carries a holograph that neatly composes the breadth of his pain. He looks it in the eyes and can't decide if he should be smiling to see it, or frowning - knowing that that holograph is the closest he'll ever get again.

I was looking at the floor when I thought these things and when I looked up again - I didn't want to actually, but I did - I met his optics and I don't know for sure, but I think I made a sound. He wasn't upset with me though, that I was there; Primus, he wasn't - I thought he might be, but he wasn't, and he sort of smiled at me - a little one. A real one.
I smiled back.
Then I got it. He never pretends. When he's happy here - he's happy. He's not isolating, or putting up a front; he's not distracting the hours away, or...or filling the silence.
He's remembering without dwelling on the dark parts. She could be gone, or maybe not, but he only see's the smile on her immortal face. He only sees the smile on mine.
It's right to be here for him right now.

I am so glad I could be there.
I am so glad I could appreciate that silence with him.
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Lockdown

Allegiance: Autobot
Alt. Mode: Municipal Police Department Armoured Vehicle
Job Specification: Primary field defense and shock assault. Assists with asset protections and casualty transport.
Personality:
Generally speaking, Lockdown is personable, joyful, and good-natured. He is rarely without a smile and loves to engage in any positive social activities. Prior to the advent of the war, he resided on Cybertron with his sister, Signal, working as an architect at a moderately successful construction firm. Once the whispers of war became legitimate fears, his upstanding moral compass lead him to leave his life as an architect and pursued law enforcement. His time in academy was cut short when the fighting escalated rapidly and lines were drawn. He became an Autobot, his sister beside him, without question and has held fast behind the valiance of Optimus Prime ever since. His resolve and trust in his leader has never wavered.
It is unknown what became of Signal, but it is certain that he's lost contact with her.

In battle, Lock can often be found maintaining at the forefront of the skirmish, providing coverfire and protection to the more solider-minded bots, but will at any time shift to the flanks, leaving the relative protection of numbers, in order to divert fire from spearheads or wounded bots.

Lock has many secondary responsibilities, his imposing size and heavily armoured body making him an ideal shock troop. Additionally, transport of casualties and assets is tacked on to his duties. His quadra-thick armour plating offers him superior protection to heavy concentrations of artillery fire, usually requiring a heavy concussive blast to dislodge him. This manner of attack is obvious and commonly taken advantage of toward bots of his size, so he is not without extreme caution under fire, regardless of ballistics. His large size and weight also impairs his average land speed, more notably in robot mode, leaving him vulnerable to high speed attacks. Though generalized high-speed enemies may not offer firepower or strength enough to cause debilitating damage, they can be used to displace him on the field, barring his efforts to aid companions.

Description
[EDIT 01-05-2013: I rewrote 'Flicker' almost entirely, as well as his character bio. Image is unchanged. The story and bio are just as much a part of the image as it itself is, so edit was not checked as "minor".]

Thank you so much to *dyemooch who beautifully coloured this image for me and allowed me to share it here. He did a gorgeous job and really breathed life into this image.

Also, here is a short story I decided to write for this. The narrator is Bluestreak, who came upon Lock one evening and he is describing the event as it occurred for him.

Line Art: Me
Colours: *dyemooch
----------
- Flicker -

I remember that awkward moment; that night that I saw him there. Just sitting in the lounge, by himself, staring at that same holograph with this half smile, half sick, look on his face. It was like- like he was about to crumble, but with this measure of peace. So calm. I mean look, see, I'm not the only one who's seen this. Seen him that way.

The holograph, hm. I guess, well - nobody's ever...I don't know. I don't know who it is in the image. None of us do actually. I mean, is it even our business? It isn't, really. Well, no, wait - it isn't at all. No, it's pretty personal, I bet. We all just leave him alone. It's the right thing to do isn't it? I guess...well, I guess he might want to talk about it. I think I would, but I...well, I talk about everything. It's, you know, more...hm. I guess I don't like to pretend our lives aren't hard. When it's quiet, I just think; and if I'm honest with myself, I'm a little afraid of- well a lot afraid of thinking too much about the future. So I don't want to waste it - the time I have. I want to live during all the moments I've got; talk about them and make them real, memories that we can keep when we lose the things we can't. I think that maybe it will help me feel like I've done a lot with that time when it's, well...up. That could be tomorrow.
That's...well - huh. Maybe we should be talking to him about it.

Back to that night, I mean - it just felt like forever when I watched him. It was probably just a few short moments, but Primus, it was so quiet. I stood still, but it was so hard; like, I mean I really just wanted to shiver every time his optics - well I thought I'd seen his optics flicker a couple times. It was so private, and here I am just staring in the doorway. I always want to rationalize it in my mind, like 'oh, those were just reflections from the holograph's jumping light, don't be silly. He's fine. He's always fine. Why are you staring him? He's fine. Stop staring; it's weird'. Honestly, it was so intrusive of me to be there, I think.
I remember taking a step back. I never took my optics off him; but I took a step back.

It was just his look; that look on his face. It was haunting, and - and it was scary. Not scary like...I was afraid of him. No no, he's such a nice guy. Most of the minibots love him because he's so nice to them. Never makes them feel...small. He's nice to everyone. No; it certainly wasn't that. How do I explain - he was just so lost in it. I knew the bot in that holograph had to definitely be somebody he cares for - maybe loves. Hm...maybe loved. A lot of us have lost others. A lot of us continue losing them because we keep reaching out. There's actually bots, a lot of them, who refuse to be very social anymore - terrified that they might feel something from it. I can't be that way. Why even fight this war if you refuse to rightly live. That's what it's all about, isn't it? This war? Everyone deserves the right to live their life minus the fear of living it in isolation and persecution. I shouldn't judge them. I'm going to stop doing that. Fear effects us differently, I know that. For them it just keeps them caged - quiet; for me it...I- everyone knows what it does to me.
I just kept staring at him.
I hoped he hadn't lost that bot. The one he always looked at. I shouldn't have - Primus, was it wrong? - but I looked closer to that holograph. I looked closer and when I saw a fembot that looked so similar to him, with that same helmet and wings and stripes; she is - or goodness maybe was his sister. I just couldn't look anymore and I think my coolant went frozen in my lines; it made me shiver and I was still quiet and I was still just standing there.

He carries these complicated feelings with him all the time. Behind his smiles and encouragements. He carries a holograph that neatly composes the breadth of his pain. He looks it in the eyes and can't decide if he should be smiling to see it, or frowning - knowing that that holograph is the closest he'll ever get again.

I was looking at the floor when I thought these things and when I looked up again - I didn't want to actually, but I did - I met his optics and I don't know for sure, but I think I made a sound. He wasn't upset with me though, that I was there; Primus, he wasn't - I thought he might be, but he wasn't, and he sort of smiled at me - a little one. A real one.
I smiled back.
Then I got it. He never pretends. When he's happy here - he's happy. He's not isolating, or putting up a front; he's not distracting the hours away, or...or filling the silence.
He's remembering without dwelling on the dark parts. She could be gone, or maybe not, but he only see's the smile on her immortal face. He only sees the smile on mine.
It's right to be here for him right now.

I am so glad I could be there.
I am so glad I could appreciate that silence with him.
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Lockdown

Allegiance: Autobot
Alt. Mode: Municipal Police Department Armoured Vehicle
Job Specification: Primary field defense and shock assault. Assists with asset protections and casualty transport.
Personality:
Generally speaking, Lockdown is personable, joyful, and good-natured. He is rarely without a smile and loves to engage in any positive social activities. Prior to the advent of the war, he resided on Cybertron with his sister, Signal, working as an architect at a moderately successful construction firm. Once the whispers of war became legitimate fears, his upstanding moral compass lead him to leave his life as an architect and pursued law enforcement. His time in academy was cut short when the fighting escalated rapidly and lines were drawn. He became an Autobot, his sister beside him, without question and has held fast behind the valiance of Optimus Prime ever since. His resolve and trust in his leader has never wavered.
It is unknown what became of Signal, but it is certain that he's lost contact with her.

In battle, Lock can often be found maintaining at the forefront of the skirmish, providing coverfire and protection to the more solider-minded bots, but will at any time shift to the flanks, leaving the relative protection of numbers, in order to divert fire from spearheads or wounded bots.

Lock has many secondary responsibilities, his imposing size and heavily armoured body making him an ideal shock troop. Additionally, transport of casualties and assets is tacked on to his duties. His quadra-thick armour plating offers him superior protection to heavy concentrations of artillery fire, usually requiring a heavy concussive blast to dislodge him. This manner of attack is obvious and commonly taken advantage of toward bots of his size, so he is not without extreme caution under fire, regardless of ballistics. His large size and weight also impairs his average land speed, more notably in robot mode, leaving him vulnerable to high speed attacks. Though generalized high-speed enemies may not offer firepower or strength enough to cause debilitating damage, they can be used to displace him on the field, barring his efforts to aid companions.