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Robot Big Bang Check-in
1 July 2012 13:18It's on it's way and running. I've decided to make use of the Snowflake method to plot this fic. I had about 15K complete before the bunny ran off and everything went off on tangents. I'm hoping that with the plotting I'll be able to complete this and get the posting started. ... If I can toot my own horn for a moment, I think this idea has the potential for epicness.
Title: The Polyhex Candidate
Fandom: Transformers: G1
Word Count: Still plotting,n though technically I have roughly 15K of the fic I'm reworking/adding to for this.
Snippet? (optional, but encouraged!):
Bumblebee continued to approach Jazz with a slow, measured step. “We’ll have you right soon, you just need to trust us and let us help you.”
Unfortunately, this was the worst thing the young special ops agent could have said. Every time the Decepticons had allowed him to escape, they used that same line on him, convincing him that he was back at base and among friends. They’d always asked for his trust, and when he gave in, that was when the torture really started.
Without a sound Jazz struck. Moving fast as lightning, he grabbed Bumblebee’s arm and pulling him in close against him. The little spy grabbed hold of Jazz’s arm, trying to pull away as his fuel lines were compressed in a stranglehold.
“Jazz!” Bumblebee whispered, panic in his voice. “Please! We’re not a threat!”
The pleading words never penetrated the haze of anger and hate that flowed through his entire being. Never letting go of his victim, Jazz reached behind him and grabbed the first tool his hand landed on. With a quick upward thrust he impaled the scalpel into Bumblebee’s chest until he felt it connect with the fuel pump. A vicious twist of the blade cut off his victim mid-scream, and Jazz dropped him unceremoniously to the floor before making his way out of the medbay at a run.
Title: The Polyhex Candidate
Fandom: Transformers: G1
Word Count: Still plotting,n though technically I have roughly 15K of the fic I'm reworking/adding to for this.
Snippet? (optional, but encouraged!):
Bumblebee continued to approach Jazz with a slow, measured step. “We’ll have you right soon, you just need to trust us and let us help you.”
Unfortunately, this was the worst thing the young special ops agent could have said. Every time the Decepticons had allowed him to escape, they used that same line on him, convincing him that he was back at base and among friends. They’d always asked for his trust, and when he gave in, that was when the torture really started.
Without a sound Jazz struck. Moving fast as lightning, he grabbed Bumblebee’s arm and pulling him in close against him. The little spy grabbed hold of Jazz’s arm, trying to pull away as his fuel lines were compressed in a stranglehold.
“Jazz!” Bumblebee whispered, panic in his voice. “Please! We’re not a threat!”
The pleading words never penetrated the haze of anger and hate that flowed through his entire being. Never letting go of his victim, Jazz reached behind him and grabbed the first tool his hand landed on. With a quick upward thrust he impaled the scalpel into Bumblebee’s chest until he felt it connect with the fuel pump. A vicious twist of the blade cut off his victim mid-scream, and Jazz dropped him unceremoniously to the floor before making his way out of the medbay at a run.