Non-Pony: MyHobby Posted a New Story

It was bound to happen sometime, I've--gasp!--started writing prose-fiction in a different fandom. Transformers, to be exact.

On the off chance anybody likes my stories themselves as much as they like my stories being about ponies, I just thought I'd drop a line and see if anyone would be interested in reading it. Chances are none of you have ever even heard about the particular show i've based the fic on, but nothing ventured...

Enough digression!

You can find it by following this Linkage.

Title

Animated: Recursive

Description

Sari is undergoing training to become an Autobot and spending as much time with her friends as possible. On the other side of Cybertron, Megatron breaks out of prison, and the Decepticons struggle to recover from their embarrassing defeat at the hands of Optimus Prime. Sari's life is turned on its head as she fights to find out what she really is, and just what her connection is to the most diabolical of Decepticons...

Megatron!

Rated teen for
Drama
and
Robot-on-robot violence

And to finish off, a preview:

Chapter 1: Skipping Town

Kaon Prison rose out of the ground like a monolithic mushroom, dominating the skyline of the dilapidated city-state. Acid rain scoured the structure and those unlucky enough to be out and about. Thick armor plating protected the harsh interior from damage, and protected the outside world from the harsh inmates.

Kaon Prison boasted a full complement of veteran Elite Guard soldiers. The walls were thick enough to brush off an impact from a crashing starship. There was an eye on every corner at every hour of the day. Kaon Prison was impregnable and inescapable.

Kaon Prison had never held an inmate like Megatron.

The massive Decepticon sat motionless in his cell, staring blankly at the far wall. His red eyes glowed impassively in the dim light of the lamps, giving no indication to the dark machinations going on within. An Autotrooper tiptoed past, casting a quick glance inside before skittering away. Megatron made no movement, no sign that he had even noticed the sightseer.

Megatron knew where every guard was, at every moment of the day. He had studied their routes, gleaned information about their quirks and prejudices, learned of their weaknesses. The guards were unaware that they were being so thoroughly scrutinized. He had remained unreadable for the entire sentence, solid as a rock, never showing the slightest hint of emotion.

He frightened the guards. He frightened everyone, but for the guards it was a special kind of fear. They were the veterans of the wars. They had seen what he was capable of. They knew what he would do if he ever escaped.

Their leader was not a veteran, but an Elite Guard posterbot. The one they called Sentinel Magnus was content to believe that the unbreachable Kaon Prison could hold Megatron. He was content to ignore the violent Decepticon criminals held within, counting Megatron among their number with pride.

Megatron was not a criminal. He was a king.

Kings have subjects.

I have half a mind to post the story here in the form of blog posts. It'd probably get more views than it does at TFW2005.com. Heh.