themadterran: (Autobot!)

Here's something I've been working on off an on all week. Writing that last story had me thinking quite a bit about the character. As K said, I'm beginning to wonder if the character became wrapped up in Megatron's revolution after slumming it just a bit too much. 

Did he just get too deep into Megatron for credits because of drugs or gambling? Were his services too useful for him to just be tossed into the scrap heap? 

He reminds me a bit of Lou Reed, Bill Burroughs, with a smidge of John Waters' dirt campiness. He also reminds me of James Maynard Keenan as well. 

He's just not much of a true believer in the Decepticon cause...whatever it really was before the war broke out. He's an opportunist with a better sense to shut the hell up before Starscream.

You can find it here

  • The Killers - All These Things That I've Done
  • Smiths - This Charming Man
  • The Velvet Underground - I'm Waiting For The Man
  • Unkle - Rabbit In Your Headlights
  • Johnny Cash - Hurt
  • Depeche Mode - John The Revelator
  • Lou Reed - Vicious
  • She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart
  • Iggy Pop - The Passenger
  • David Bowie - Rebel Rebel
  • The Cure - Boys Don't Cry
  • Tool - Right In Two

themadterran: (Autobot!)
So K wrote this over the past few weeks. It is by far one of my favorite things she's written in recent months. Essentially, it seeks to answer some crucial questions about what happens after the war and what happens when you have a hollow victory. It also makes you really consider what happens to the losers.

Now, this isn't "The South will rise again," but asks when do our enemies finally become our brothers again? When will their children become ours? And just how much reparation can we abide?

Here's a bit. Follow the link for the rest.

"Optimus stepped into the internment camp...the ‘detention center’ as many had dubbed it. It made his tank churn to step inside. The whole thing sat wrong with him. He had argued the case before the council. They were all Cybertronians. The Decepticons had as much a right to life as any of them. The War was over, they should have been allowed to integrate into society. Freedom was the right of all sentient beings. Faction should play no part in it. But the council had overruled him. Metalhawk and his compatriots had seized control of the council. The NAILS. They had no understanding. The halls were cold and sterile. He hurried down the hallway, he had to hurry or he would have been too late.

“ STOP.” He said, his voice raising for once, echoing through the hall.

The two bots stopped, Starscream sagging between them, clearly drugged. “Prime? The exce--” "


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