The Uncertainty of Tomorrow

As per usual, the scanner crapped it all up. The original looks better. I swear.

I did this as an entry for a contest being held over on DA. The contest was to draw any of the Biker Mice From Mars as humans. So, I did Throttle and Carbine. THAT IS NOT CHARLEY. NOTE THE SCAR. IT'S CARBINE. I hate the idea of Throttle and Charley together. It just bugs me. Never once did the original series even HINT at the possibility that Throttle and Charley might have a "thing".

Anyway, the scene is this: Throttle and Carbine are stowed away in the stranded Plutarkian cruiser. (Don't ask me where they got the blankets and pillow; they were just convenient, okay?) They've just spent an amorous night together, but while Carbine sleeps peacefully, Throttle is plagued with thoughts that keep him awake. Primarily, the uncertainty of tomorrow, and what it will bring. A thought that hangs heavily over the entire war with Plutark. What of tomorrow?

Art © Unsugarcoated
Throttle & Carbine © Rick Ungar