Tornado Prime

This is my submission into *The-Last-Avenger's competiton: [link]
I had to draw one of my OC's as a prime, and I drew Magpie
Usual appearance here:

Although I much prefer this look for her... so I may make changes now XD
This is her Prime alt-mode:

Sorry I didn't include it with the picture, it's because I don't like drawing planes and stuff so I saved it till last I hope it's okay though!
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A short story if you're interested
This was an accident, it wasn’t right. Magpie shouldn’t have been worthy of the matrix of leadership, so why did this happen?
It was all a blur as Magpie sat alone, hunched over her knees taking in her new details and trying to control the burning sense of power that had formed from within her, she needed to destroy something, someone, but she couldn’t. With great power comes great responsibility.
Magpie had to choose what came with her new identity, she had never picked a side in the war, she saw herself as Neutral, but with the power of leadership from the matrix, she could no longer be indecisive. This was too much pressure, it wasn’t meant to happen…
Magpie slammed her helm back into the wall behind her, of course the pain was subtle, her upgrades had seen to that.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to remember what went through her helm when she had granted herself the use of the matrix. She hadn’t been thinking, but what’s done is done. She rose to the feet, inhaled once more and looked at her reflection in a polished metal wall beside her.
“I guess there are perks,” she half smiled, looking at her reflection, her powerful wings and her newly added gun and shield, she was officially ready for war.
Looking into her concrete gaze staring back at her through the reflection, she thought, her new look needed a new identity; nobody would believe it was her.
She nodded and as she did so, a mask snapped across her faceplate, startling her slightly, but it felt good. It felt safe.
“As the matrix has clipped the wings of my old self, I may as well give myself a name that could tear a magpie from the heavens, as that is what has been done already…” Magpie looked back up at her reflection. “Tornado,” she whispered, “Tornado Prime,” smiling beneath her mask, she held back a chuckle, no longer feeling as though the matrix was a burden; it had been a blessing.
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Thanks for looking!