Clive-7.7 is the android assistant (and creation) of Aristotle Cooke, captain of The Argus. The cranky captain had no desire to ship out with a human crew, but was intelligent enough to know he couldn't run his vessel alone. As a master inventor, programmer, and engineer, Cooke felt that designing his own co-pilot was the answer. Built purely to do the heavy-lifting (literally and figuratively), Clive-7.7 ended up becoming far more human than Aristotle had ever imagined.
This "brief" post is starting to get a bit wordy; I guess it really has been WAY too long since I've done this. Maybe I'll talk more about Clive later... for now, click the thumbnail for a larger view:
Not much of a sketch for tonight, but to try to kick myself back into the habit of posting regularly, here's a quick drawing I did of Ms. Hunter from my old Commander X comics. Haven't drawn her in awhile, but I'm very happy with how it turned out.
... a name known far and wide, a name that has become synonymous with primal action and raw machismo. Men wish to adventure with him, and women wish to "adventure" with him.
TUMBLESTOCK
Yes, he's a dwarf. Yes, his gear sucks and he spends more time mining and sleeping than fighting. When he DOES fight, though... LOOK OUT.