This mission, if it succeeded -- and right now she could not see any way for it to fail -- would get her noticed. Killing him would get her doubly noticed. This made me think 'holy crap no! Bad things are about to happen to Nova!'.
I must be a horrible person, but Nova continuing to hurt Brightbolt was very satisfying to read :D And as for what ultimately happens to him, I did feel sorry for him, but far more pleased for Nova!
I love this paragraph: A half-altered arm reached out and pressed the blaster into a socket on the top of his vehicle mode. It locked into place with a heavy click, swerving in its new mounting, and fired.
This as well, excellent description and worldbuilding: A set of stubby maroon wings extended from Grandeur's back, locking into place with a metallic click. They looked new, less pitted with holes and cracks and dirt as the rest of Grandeur's aged frame. And in their centers, they bore red Autobot insignia, the proper painted kind.
And this, damn: The light came before the pain, bright and terrible and all-consuming, as if she'd been plucked from her battle and transported, somehow, to the center of some hostile planet's sun.
She half-smiled. If I'm dead, at least I died fighting. SQUEE!
And this caused even more squee: Failure or not, she'd live just to spite the bastard.
Also, I love how this chapter reveals what's really going on with Leech and the adorable little medic.
*applauds*
That was such an enjoyable and highly entertaining fic. I'm so glad it ended like this, and I can't help but hope that one day there might be a sequel ;)
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Date: 2010-09-19 12:02 pm (UTC)I must be a horrible person, but Nova continuing to hurt Brightbolt was very satisfying to read :D And as for what ultimately happens to him, I did feel sorry for him, but far more pleased for Nova!
I love this paragraph: A half-altered arm reached out and pressed the blaster into a socket on the top of his vehicle mode. It locked into place with a heavy click, swerving in its new mounting, and fired.
This as well, excellent description and worldbuilding: A set of stubby maroon wings extended from Grandeur's back, locking into place with a metallic click. They looked new, less pitted with holes and cracks and dirt as the rest of Grandeur's aged frame. And in their centers, they bore red Autobot insignia, the proper painted kind.
And this, damn: The light came before the pain, bright and terrible and all-consuming, as if she'd been plucked from her battle and transported, somehow, to the center of some hostile planet's sun.
She half-smiled. If I'm dead, at least I died fighting. SQUEE!
And this caused even more squee: Failure or not, she'd live just to spite the bastard.
Also, I love how this chapter reveals what's really going on with Leech and the adorable little medic.
*applauds*
That was such an enjoyable and highly entertaining fic. I'm so glad it ended like this, and I can't help but hope that one day there might be a sequel ;)