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Thursday, August 26, 2004
Now I Force Fanfic Upon You
So for the last year or so I've been mulling over the idea of doing my own take on Armada. I've even mentioned it here once or twice, though I usually try to spare my blog from quite that level of geekery. I don't know why, my blog is certainly supposed to reflect me and I have certainly achieved that level of geekery. I don't like the idea because the Beast Machines backlash made me absolutely hate anyone who rewrote an existing series because they didn't like how it came out the first time. But I don't want to do this simply because I think I can do it better. I want to do it because of the massive wellspring of Armada-inspired ideas welling up inside of me, and because I know the only way to get this stuff out of my head is to get it on paper (or the computer screen). So I'm posting one of my early "scenes", just a little semi-contained segment of the story that I wrote out tonight because it had affixed itself firmly in my head and I wanted to sleep tonight. It's really not that big a departure from some of the canon, but it's exactly this sort of fleshing out that I think the series as a whole suffered from a lack of. So have a quick snippet of fanfic.
Dust flew up in clouds from Megatron's feet as he crossed the desert landscape, illuminated only by the half-phase moon. He paused as the scrub-covered landscape fell away in front of him into a dry riverbed and checked his internal tracking sensors. The Decepticon commander had sent his troops out to train on the lunar surface barely an hour before to win himself the privacy he needed to carry out a certain project and now, here in the Earth desert, only a few hundred miles from the Autobots' own base, he was already near his goal. Even with their powerful mainframes it took the Decepticons and Autobots alike days, weeks, even months to scan possibilities and pinpoint a single Mini-Con's unique energy signature. But if one already knew the signature to feed into the computer...
Megatron slid down the cliff with the grace of a skilled warrior to the riverbed below. He consulted his readings once more, then reached into the ground. His metal fingers parted the packed Earth like it was little more than water. From under several feet of dirt he plucked a Mini-Con panel.
A smile of victory and sweet anticipation curled Megatron's lips as he watched the sparkling green lights play over the surface of the tiny panel lying in his palm. There was a reason he had sent the others away before undertaking this hunt in the dead of night. There would be no bickering between his soldiers to lay claim to this Mini-Con. No, this one was indisputably his. Rainbow lights played on the air above the panel, coalescing into a shape he had been waiting to see again for millinnea. And as the tiny form became solid, as the Mini-Con awoke and instantly a look of abject terror filled his face, Megatron laughed with a malignant joy. "It's so good to see you again, Leader-1!"
"No...not you..." muttered the Mini-Con as he instinctively tried to back away from the specter of Megatron's laughing face. But the Decepticon's hand closed into a tight fist around him before he could even think to escape. "NOOOOOOOOOO!"
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