- Zerro and Suriyawong/ Fullbody, Colored
Commissioned: March 13th, 2013
Status: Paid; Waiting...
- Valencia w/ BG
Commissioned: May 26th, 2013
Status: Paid; Waiting...
Commissioned: May 25th, 2013
Status: Paid; Waiting...
- Tactical Zerro and Suriyawong/ Full-body, Colored
Commissioned: August 29, 2013
Status: Paid, Waiting...
More to come and, hopefully, more to remove from this list. I've been waiting on several of these commissions for over 3 months now.
|A list of my latest completted commissions for future records.|
Commissioned: June 3rd, 2013
Received: July 28th, 2913
Commissioned: June 3rd, 2013
Received: July 28th, 2013
- Suriyawong/ Fullbody Pixel
Commissioned: July 11th, 2013
Received: July 29th, 2013
- Kaciana, Valencia, Haliwyn, Vitani/ Full-body, Colored
Commissioned: August 3rd, 2013
Recieved: 1. (09AUG13) fav.me/d6hd53e 2. (11AUG13) fav.me/d6hm3b8
3. (22AUG13) fav.me/d6jbwo7 4. (25AUG13) fav.me/d6jr6ek
Anime headshot of Umbra
Commissioned:September 2nd, 2013
Received: September 4th, 2013
Umbra and Moana/ Fullbody, Colored, No BG
Commissioned: July 23rd, 2013
Recieved: September 10th, 2013
- Haliwyn and Fali (seperate)/ Headshot, Colored
Commissioned: June 30th, 2013
Recieved: September 12th, 2013
Won Raffle to Commission: May 18th, 2013
Recieved: September 12th, 2013
"You wanted to see me, Commander?" Zerro said as he peeked his head through the office door of Field Commander Grace Philips, his superior and commanding officer of all Alignment personnel on Bird Island.
"Greg! Hey, please come in!" The Commander replied from her seat.
Zerro visibly relaxes after hearing the Commander's warm tone, "Phew! You had me scared for a minute there, ma'am. Thought you were pissed about the Tengu situation."
"Well, it would have been nice to have a murder of crows as back up for when the Wildlings attack Castle Black."
Zerro paused for a moment and raised and eyebrow,"...Seriously? A Game Of Thrones reference? Since when did you start nerdin' out?"
"Aw, you know I can't help it with two teens already bogarting the television whenever I manage to get home to 'em."
"But Game Of Thrones? Isn't that a bit... mature?"
"Eh. Kids today has seen way more crap than we did when we their age. Oh, they did mention you again though."
"Aw geez, what'd they say this time," Zerro scoff and asked.
"Well, Amanda's hitting that age so she asked me to ask you if you'd consider going out on a date with her sometime. Mary Ann just wanted me to say hi for her and say thanks again for saving her life."
"Heh! Tell Amanda I'll go if her mother says it's okay and you'd think Mary Ann would have forgotten by now. That was, what, eight years ago, Prime time?"
"She'll probably never forget, as long as she lives. I know I won't." The Commander said with a suddenly serious tone as she held Zerro's gaze for moment too long for comfort.
"It's what we do for each other, right? I mean, if I had kids, you'd do the same for me, right?" Zerro shrugged.
"Yeesh, that's the corniest answer ever. Also, you've used that one before. Try again, solider."
"Umm... I did it because their mom might one day save me during a tribunal and keep my sorry ass in The Alignment?"
"...Hm. I liked the corny answer better," Grace said flatly.
"Oh, come on, we both know I didn't know they were your girls."
"Yeah yeah, that much was obvious when I stepped into the hospital that night." There was a small silence that followed as the Commander became lost in nostalgia.
"So, ma'am, what did you want to talk to me about," Zerro asked, breaking the silence.
"...How was your trip to Tengu, by the way?"
"...It was fine... Why?"
"Oh, just curious. Not every day you get to sleep in a palace, is it?"
"Well, I mean, it was nice but I felt that we were being watched. Not used to being under the microscope, you know, being SpecWar and all."
"Yeah, I can imagine."
"Hey Gracy, okay, what's goin' on? I can tell you're dancing around something and now that you've taken this long, I can tell it's something I'm not gonna like. Could you just tell me so we can move on and I won't be so anxious?" Zerro was noticeably tense as he sat in the cushy chair. Quite the opposite of the furniture's intended purpose.
"Dammit Greg," The Commander sighed, "You're right. This is absolutely something you will not like. In fact, I really wish I had ordered Captain Evans to give you the news but, then you would have come to me anyway and I can't keep hiding from all the disgruntled soldiers under my command who want to bite my ear off with complaints." She sighed again, "I'm gonna need you to put your big boy pants on for this one, so I gotta address you as Field Commander Philips, not Gracy, okay?"
"...Yes ma'am." Zerro rose from his seat and stood at attention.
"Lieutenant Greer, as of 2200, Reality Prime time, the order was given to all active Security personnel, operating in this area of operations, to begin the systematic invasion of Bird Island."
Zerro's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. For a moment, there was only silence as the his heart pumped faster and faster, causing the blood to rush to his face and ears. His breathing grew shallow and the his pupils dilated, causing the room to shift in and out of focus. He felt like he was about to vomit but the rasps of air that he managed to intake only stuck to his throat. His lips felt dry and he began to shiver viciously.
He stumbled backwards when he realized that had began to fall and he clipped the arm of the chair he had been sitting in, knocking over as he tried to reorient himself.
He tried to speak, but had to swallow hard before the ability returned to him, "W-Why?"
Commander Philips sighed, having already guessed at how Zerro would take the news, "After conducting numerous reconnaissance sorties, collecting samples and getting readings from probes, like the one you yourself set up in the swampland area, the powers that be have decided that Bird Island lacks any innovative properties that might be of use to us. The general population of each city-state appears to be on par with technology that we have already surpassed with our research and, though there are some exceptions, there is no plant like which we haven't already encounter in our other ventures. In other words, we've found another dud dimension."
"But, then why invade? If there's nothing here, what's the point of trying to take over?"
"As it was explained to me; though barren of individual properties, the island, itself, is apparently quite the catch. Have you seen a map of Bird, Lieutenant?"
"Of course, I have. I... Oh God, I'm one of the people who helped you plan this! Wh-what have I done??" Zerro gripped at the side of his head with his hand as he stared blankly at the floor, shock exuding from his body like a wave of heat.
"You've followed orders and that's all" Activating the holo-display in her desk, Commander Philips presented a large, three-dimensional, topographic reimagining of Bird Island, "I want you to take a good look at Bird. Do you see it? It took me a while too but, if you manage to put your emotions aside for a minute, you might find the same conclusion."
The Commander allowed Zerro several minutes of silence and, though he was still very much wound up, he actually did see what might make the island a tempting target for other-worldly conquers.
"That's right. For such a small mass of land, Bird Island possess all of the major biomes of our Earth. Taiga, Tundra, Desert, Arctic, etc. Our people in the Science department all agreed that we could use the island as a large petri dish for some of our more volatile research projects, without having to cover much distance or worry of fallout to a vast region or even a continent."
"So, you're telling me we're going to attack an innocent population and take their land so we can use it for science projects??"
"That... That's the gist of it, yes."
"W-Was this... your idea, ma'am?"
For a moment, the Commander looked extremely hurt but then she managed to compose herself, "Greg, do you really think that low of me? When have I ever expressed any emotion other than sheer disgust for the idea of going to war and dislocating generations of families from their home all for a measly few acres of land??"
"But, you're leading the offensive... aren't you?"
"Yes Lieutenant I will be leading the charge but, not because I want to; because I'm a soldier and I've been given an order. That's how this para-military organization works: Someone says do this and we do it. Aren't you already aware of that fact? Didn't you spend two years fighting in Queen Amelia's trenches because someone ordered you to? Didn't you help defend Dwi Terminus from sea bandits because someone ordered you too??"
"This is completely different! I... I have fucking friends on this island! People who I've fought with, who've saved my life!"
"God damn it, Greg, you are a soldier. You were literally born to be. You were raised by a soldier, you became a soldier yourself. By now you know damn well what that means. Do what's best for your side; for your family and neighbors."
"...Is that how you justify what you're about to do, ma'am? Because they're not on our side we get to do whatever we want to them? Demonize them, tell lies about them to help inspire our folks to go out and slaughter and raid? Destroy their homes and their way of life and then, what? Deport them and plant giant, man-eating flower where the houses used to be?"
"No Greg," Grace sighed, "There won't be any lies in my outfit. I'll tell the men exactly what I've told you and give them the same option that I'm about to extend to you."
"Obviously, you want no part of this. So, just say the word and I can have you transfer on the next cargo run, back to R-Prime or Dwi or Amelialand or wherever the hell you want to go. There won't be any red tape; no hoops to jump through; no office bullshit to overcome. Just a piece of paper that's already on my desk and my signature going on in."
Zerro was shocked. For all his contributions to the success of The Alignment, no one had ever given him the option to back out of something he didn't want to do.
"However Greg, I need to tell you this; if you leave, someone else will take your place. Someone who might not necessarily have a problem murdering innocent children as the try to run away from the fighting that's made it's way down their street. Instead of you, who would spare priceless, traditional art that the people look to for comfort, there might be someone who's more alleged to simply torch the thing. Instead of you, who would show mercy to a former friend who've you fought into submission on the battlefield, there'll be-"
"I get it, ma'am." Zerro stared at the Commander's desk, at the paper laying squarely on top of it. He wanted so badly to accept her offer. To run away from this completely bullshit idea. But the Commander was right. If he did leave, there would be some asshole to fill in his spot.
It was one of the things he both hated and appreciated about being in a military-type organization; being replaceable. Except now, when he cared about the people he had been ordered to attack, both sides worked against him. On the one hand, if he stayed, he would have to purposefully assault the people here he had come to know and cherish. On the other hand, if he left, there no telling what his replacement might do. Sure, you could talk to a person, teach them what to do and what not to do, run tests to see if their psyches were hardened enough but, war always manages to bring about the true nature of a person. The ugly beast that is well hidden under levels of "morals" and social conditioning. Mr. "I'm A Great Person" might go batshit crazy after clearing a village of resistance fighters and suddenly start raping the surviving children. Or he might promise them clemency only to set them on fire as they walk towards the demilitarized zone.
Zerro himself had crossed a line once, during his days in the trenches, while serving is Queen Amelia's army. Both he and Suriyawong were backed into a corner while retreating from a freshly capture enemy dugout. Surrounded, they managed to hold their own until reinforcements rallied together and re-retook the hole. The remaining enemy soldiers, of which their were only two able survivors, dropped their rifles and surrendered after the majority of their forces were decimated under the weight of a sudden two-prong attack but the fighting was very intense. Having used up all of their ammunition during the first offensive, both Suri and Zerro were forced to fight hand-to-hand with a equally desperate enemy. Violence and gore were fresh in Zerro's mind as his allies pulled him away from the piles of bodies he and Suri had left in their wake.
As he began making his way back to an area more heavily occupied by the Queen's forces, he noticed the two prisoners from the assault. As he stared at the unarmed men, all Zerro could think about was how men just like those two continued to pour into his small, cramped and miserable hole to kill him. Hatred clouded his eyes as he picked up a nearby shovel, marched up directly to one of the two guarded men and began to bash the poor soul's skull in.
He lost all control of himself at that moment and when he finally came to from his bloodlust, he was breathing heavily, with blood and bits of brain on his face and uniform as the second of the two men held his hands up over his head, begging for mercy.
To this day, he still remember that moment. He was so astonished and embarrassed by his lapse of basic humanity that he dropped to his knees and began to cry. Right there in front of friends, comrades, his superiors and even the enemy soldier. He wailed and bawled until Suriyawong came and helped Zerro calm himself.
How could he; who prided himself on being a professional, gentle soldier, now that he had seen the depths of his own soul; trust anyone to show as much restraint as he himself had learnt to have? The taste of that horrid moment in his life still clung to him as if he had eaten something disgusting. How many other men and women could promise him that they too hard been tried in the same fire and came out the same hue of gold? Truth be told, even though he had never once relapsed into that disturbing, animalistic state since that day, he still didn't trust himself. And he was actively trying not to become a monster again. He had met some people who enjoy it; relished in the thrill of losing themselves to their inhuman instincts. They yearned for it, begged for it.
How could he say he cared about Bird Island if he was willing to run away from the hard duty given to him and allow a potential maniac to run rampant with the permission to kill under the pretense of war?
No, he thought to himself, it has to be me. If I run into any of my friends I'll beg them to surrender or retreat. But, even as Zerro thought this, he knew it was a pipe dream, at best, to believe that someone might listen to him. He, himself would never give up a place that his grandfather's grandfather settled and called home. If he was still fighting for the US and someone with a technological army from another world came to take over, he'd die fighting, taking as many with him till his last breath. There was no doubt that the citizens of Bird would do the exact same thing.
"There's going to be heavy casualties, ma'am. On both sides. The people of Bird Island aren't ever going to give up their homeland without a fight. Most will resist until death."
"I'm aware of that, Lieutenant. That's why I've chosen to stay in command. See, I've spent some time here too. The school system is a little different here than in Prime, but I was all set to enroll the girls. They would have loved the condo I was about to buy too. Right on the beach. Since it's pretty warm all year-round, they could be beach bums all they wanted. And when they hit the party age, all their high school friends could have come hung out at the Coolest Mom In the World's house. Hell I had even planned how I might 'accidently' leave some beer and condoms out one time." Commander Philips sighed and looked at the holo-display again, "But that's all over now. The best I can do is remain at my post and show leniency in battle to the stubborn locals. I've already tried to wave Them off of the idea of a hostile take over, by the way; in case you thought I hadn't."
"What'd They say?"
"You know Them. Once They've made a decision, you might as well get a stone tablet and a chisel cause that crap's set in stone."
Zerro sighed, "...Fuck."
"Greg... I know this is a hard thing that I'm asking of you, but I really need someone I trust. Someone I can rely on to do the right thing when the heat and stink of war washes over them." There was no secrets between the two when it came to Zerro's record of daring dos. The Commander knew full-well about his incident, "I need someone... Someone I would trust the lives of my girls with."
"That's not fair Gracy..."
"I know it's not but, I depend on you a great deal. The entire Alignment does. Stay. Stay here and do what you can to keep the innocent people of this island from suffering anymore than they have to."
"The best way to do that would be to go to all the settlements, warn them about the attack and rally them against you-me-...us, before we can even attempt anything."
"I wouldn't recommend that," The Commander said, laughing mirthlessly, "They always have contingency plans in case Their people go rouge. Remember, They know where you fiancé lives."
Zerro's eyes widen and he immediately grew tense, "Is that a threat?!"
Gracy made a surrendering, calming gesture by moving his open hands up and down slowly, "No, that's just a fact. A very, unfortunate fact that They might decide to take advantage of. To be honest, though I hate it, it would be fair. We betray them, but we don't expect them to try and hurt us in return? Too naïve."
"...Yeah, I guess you're right..."
"So, Lieutenant, what is your decision? Will you stay and bare the load of this heavy burden or will you accept the transfer? There is no shame in either choice. In fact, if I were you, I'd take the transfer. Go someplace else until either we've won or we've gotten kick off-world. It might save you some sleepless nights."
"I thought you wanted me to stay."
"That's the soldier side. The friend side is screaming, 'Run you idiot! Run as fast as you fucking can!'"
Zerro pondered for a moment, though in truth he had already made his decision. If the people he represented were going to stab his friends in the back, he'd rather it be him who held the knife. At least he could comfort them in their finally moments. Then, a sudden thought struck his mind.
Hopefully, they'll do the same for me.
A picture of the main shrine at Tofukuji Temple. I took this picture using my brand new Canon PowerShot SX710 HS, which I bought in Kyoto.
Taken on 21May2015.
Every piece of art you see in my galleries, aside from literary entries, has been commissioned and crafted by other, highly talented deviants. I don't have an artistic bone in my body.|
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Zerro = Zero + Rebirth. A long time ago, I felt like a nobody. A loser, a chump, a... zero. I was a sad, pitiful excuse for a man, a fact which I reveled in for the better part of the beginning of my life. I don't exactly remember how it happened but, I do remembr how it felt when I suddenly realized that my exsistence wasn't just that of a failure. I felt like I had been pardoned after commiting a murder. It was my rebirth.
From then on I decided that, in my personal life as well as that of the world wide web, I would have a name which reflected my past mistakes and deeds while, at the same time, conveying my newfound glory. Thus the moniker Zerro was born. Troubled past combined with unbridled future.
Later on, I joined the United States Navy and have served proudly ever since. I reemlisted July 24th.
I try to do things that I think wil make people happy. That doesn't make me a good person. Empathy is a nice quality for a person to have, but it isn't always a determining factor for someone intentions. Contrary to popular belief, you can't always judge a person purely on their actions.
Current Residence: USS Abraham Lincoln (CVN-72)
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium to Large
Print preference: Semi-gloss
Favourite genre of music: Alternative, Smooth Jazz, J-pop
Favourite photographer: Myself
Favourite style of art: Literature (Cause I can't really draw)
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPhone 4S
Shell of choice: Triple-Plated Titanium
Skin of choice: Active Camo
Favourite cartoon character: Huey, Heathcliff the Cat
Personal Quote: "Stranger things have happened..."