So the art in the project is my fanart for contest number 2 except I hate it very much and I'm doing a different one instead, so I'll put that in once I've finished it. Now, I couldn't figure out how to put my writing for contest number 3 inside the project since scratch 3.0 sucks and the text simply doesn't work, so I'll just put it in the Notes and Credits section. Sorry about that. It'll probably mess it up. My scene takes place a little while after where the season ends, assuming the Dhabian was shot but Zeina, but a mechanic named Paxxon joined their team and saved him. I am very much not proud of any of this T_T but I tried and I really really really want one of these prizes it would mean so much plus I love this show. So. Yeah. Oh yeah, almost forgot, credit to some picture I found online for the idea for the pose for the fanart
Writing: “Omar is supposed to be in there?” Dhabian asked, peering over Emara’s shoulder into the room of dancing people. “At a ball?” “Yeah,” Emara responded, tensely looking around. “I don’t know why either. He probably has something awful up his sleeve.” Dhabian sighed, pulling back into the back hall where they laid in wait. “Well, he’s clearly not here yet. I think we’ll know when he’s doing something, so can you relax a bit?” “Relax?” Emara raised an eyebrow at him, reluctantly stepping away from the room as well. “It’s a ball,” Dhabian told her with a grin, sweeping his arm towards the room. “It’s supposed to be relaxing and romantic. It’s for dancing. Come on, dance with me.” “Dhabian!” Emara complained, but he ignored her and swept her into his arms. She stumbled into the waltz, face red. “What are you even doing?” “Just passing the time,” Dhabian grinned, continuing to lead her in a dance. “You’re so annoying,” Emara muttered under her breath, and with a sigh she gave in and began to dance with him. When she let her head lean against his chest, she could hear the whirring of mechanics inside, from where Paxxon had fixed him up when Zeina shot him. When Paxxon had saved Emara from Zeina and Ali, he had also managed to get ahold of some of their tech. “Nice, isn’t it?” Dhabian murmured, gazing at her face. “It sure is,” declared someone from the other end of the hallway. Emara and Dhabian started, pulling away from each other and facing Zeina and Ali. “Sure is nice,” Zeina continued, stalking towards them, taking off her glove. “To find your targets just sitting there waiting for you. Or, should I say, just dancing there.” Zeina smirked at them, turning her mechanical hand into a gun and pointing it at them. “Enough chit chat,” Ali yelled at them, and Zeina nodded in agreement. In a whir, each of them had weapons out, and Emara was tackled to the ground by Ali. She grunted, bringing up her feet to throw Ali off of her. Emara used her arm blaster to ram into Ali, knocking him down as he tried to stand and scattering his gun across the floor. Emara took a moment to catch her breath and glanced over to where Dhabian and Zeina were fighting, a wild look in their eyes. Emara heard a growl behind her, and her eyes widened as she was pulled to the ground by Ali, his arms around her neck. He twisted around, landing on top of her on the floor. His eyes were full of rage, and Emara watched horrified as one of his arms grew, metal and wires bursting from the flesh. Emara struggled to escape his grip, but found she couldn’t. Ali held his mechanical arm above her head, a deadly look in his eyes. “Emara!” she heard Dhabian yell, and she saw him try to run for him, but Zeina grabbed him, gun pointing at his head. “Not so fast,” Zeina sneered. “You may have survived this once, but I doubt you can a second time.” Emara was barely aware of the tear the slid down her cheek as Ali began to slam his arm down on her. Right before his metal fist hit her face, it froze in the air. “What?” Ali’s eyes widened. “Just some simple remote control,” Paxxon said calmly, stepping into view around Ali. He held an ipad in his hand, which he flashed at them with a smile. Then he raised a gun, pointing it at Ali.
