NaNo Day Twenty
Nov. 19th, 2012 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dracoqueen22At last! I have caught up! *throws confetti in the air* And now I'm going to attempt to get a little bit ahead so that I don't fall behind again (like I did, oh so slightly, when I went back to work for three days straight of closing shifts in Retail Hell. Anyone got some valium to spare for Black Friday???)
Ahem. And as an added bonus, I wrapped up Prowl's part. Oh, there are some incomplete scenes that I stalled on but I'll go back and finish those when I have time to sit and stare at them some more and not when I'm on a time-word crunch. :) Looks like Prowl's on track to be nearly the same length as Ratchet's.
Prowl's word count: 30,847.
Flash fiction and Thundercracker's ongoing word count: 2667.
Which means *drumroll* I'm grooving right along into Thundercracker's part. Never wrote him extensively before either so this'll be another practice in the unfamiliar, just as Prowl's had been. It helps, strangely, if I liken characters to other characters I wrote in great detail. (For instance, Prowl is much like Byakuya from Bleach. Now I just have to figure out who Thundercracker is similar enough to for me to get my groove on.)
And here is the promised excerpt from Prowl's part, just to give you a taste of things to come!
a/n: Phew. Prime's definitely losing it. I should not be having so much fun writing this angst. I really shouldn't.
Comment as you will. :)
Ahem. And as an added bonus, I wrapped up Prowl's part. Oh, there are some incomplete scenes that I stalled on but I'll go back and finish those when I have time to sit and stare at them some more and not when I'm on a time-word crunch. :) Looks like Prowl's on track to be nearly the same length as Ratchet's.
Prowl's word count: 30,847.
Flash fiction and Thundercracker's ongoing word count: 2667.
Which means *drumroll* I'm grooving right along into Thundercracker's part. Never wrote him extensively before either so this'll be another practice in the unfamiliar, just as Prowl's had been. It helps, strangely, if I liken characters to other characters I wrote in great detail. (For instance, Prowl is much like Byakuya from Bleach. Now I just have to figure out who Thundercracker is similar enough to for me to get my groove on.)
And here is the promised excerpt from Prowl's part, just to give you a taste of things to come!
Prime's expression brightens with the sort of glee that seems incongruous to the situation. “The humans have asked for our assistance in taking down several organizations that have proven a threat. Your talents in putting together plans will cut down on their losses, and you will best know how to incorporate the Autobots into their tactics.”
Prowl reboots his audials, certain he had heard his leader incorrectly. “You want me to plan their next battle against their own kind? And also include Autobot troops?”
“Yes.”
“Sir, that's...” Prowl struggles to formulate a response that's not overly insubordinate. “Optimus, we are not mercenaries hired out to the highest bidder. We're Autobots.”
Prime's hand retracts and Prowl suppresses a sigh of relief. “And as such we are dedicated to preserving life. Is it too much for our allies to ask for this assistance?”
“Yes,” Prowl replies, perhaps too hastily, and rushes to explain himself. “We are significantly larger than our human counterparts and better armed. We cannot be so biased as to allow ourselves to only offer aid to one portion of this planet's population. It would destroy the balance of power!”
Prime chuckles. “You are overthinking the matter, Prowl. These are not petty disagreements after all. These men are insurgents, terrorists even. They are a threat to the lives of countless civilians.”
“By whose definition?”
“The last thing we need, Prowl, is to start questioning our allies.” Prime gives him a patient look, like one might a misbehaving hatchling, or long ago, one Prowl might have given a querulous Sideswipe. “If we want to gain trust we must first offer it in return.”
Prowl ex-vents. “Of course,” he says grudgingly. “I will do the best I can. When will they need a workable plan?”
“As soon as possible.” Joy returns to Optimus' energy field. “With this, we can further cement our ties to our new allies, building the foundation for a place we can call home. Thank you, Prowl.”
“Anything for the Autobot cause.” If he sounds disinterested or skeptical, Prime doesn't seem to notice.
Optimus strides away with the strut of a confidence leader, his shoulders unburdened and the future bright and charming.
Prowl feels as though he's the one standing in shadows, grasping for signs of the light but it's nowhere to be found. How much is he going to compromise? How much will he have to surrender for Optimus' idea of their future?
What else are the humans going to demand from them? What else will Optimus hand over? When will it end?
Prowl reboots his audials, certain he had heard his leader incorrectly. “You want me to plan their next battle against their own kind? And also include Autobot troops?”
“Yes.”
“Sir, that's...” Prowl struggles to formulate a response that's not overly insubordinate. “Optimus, we are not mercenaries hired out to the highest bidder. We're Autobots.”
Prime's hand retracts and Prowl suppresses a sigh of relief. “And as such we are dedicated to preserving life. Is it too much for our allies to ask for this assistance?”
“Yes,” Prowl replies, perhaps too hastily, and rushes to explain himself. “We are significantly larger than our human counterparts and better armed. We cannot be so biased as to allow ourselves to only offer aid to one portion of this planet's population. It would destroy the balance of power!”
Prime chuckles. “You are overthinking the matter, Prowl. These are not petty disagreements after all. These men are insurgents, terrorists even. They are a threat to the lives of countless civilians.”
“By whose definition?”
“The last thing we need, Prowl, is to start questioning our allies.” Prime gives him a patient look, like one might a misbehaving hatchling, or long ago, one Prowl might have given a querulous Sideswipe. “If we want to gain trust we must first offer it in return.”
Prowl ex-vents. “Of course,” he says grudgingly. “I will do the best I can. When will they need a workable plan?”
“As soon as possible.” Joy returns to Optimus' energy field. “With this, we can further cement our ties to our new allies, building the foundation for a place we can call home. Thank you, Prowl.”
“Anything for the Autobot cause.” If he sounds disinterested or skeptical, Prime doesn't seem to notice.
Optimus strides away with the strut of a confidence leader, his shoulders unburdened and the future bright and charming.
Prowl feels as though he's the one standing in shadows, grasping for signs of the light but it's nowhere to be found. How much is he going to compromise? How much will he have to surrender for Optimus' idea of their future?
What else are the humans going to demand from them? What else will Optimus hand over? When will it end?
a/n: Phew. Prime's definitely losing it. I should not be having so much fun writing this angst. I really shouldn't.
Comment as you will. :)
