- Long time no journal update, but for once I don’t have to hold procrastination responsible! Yippee! I would share a halo to exemplify claim, but this random potato la will have to do
There? See? Innocent entirely.
And I am, all silliness aside. With all the holidays at last long behind me and nothing much demanding going on until May, I decided in March to put my work aside for a bit, jump into the big rig with the husband and hit the road for a whole month and a half! Robert’s been a professional truck driver since 1996 and during all this time I may have gone with him only a handful of times as I was a stay-at-home mom w/ two daughters still in school. Now that our girls are grown and my eldest is married and making a family of her own, I decided no time like the present. Let’s do this!
If you haven’t been in a 18 wheeler before, or familiar with a family member or friend who is, trucking reminds me a lot of RV’ing cross country, only with dedicated stops and getting loads and materials where they need to be going. At one point we were out in Goree, TX so deep in absolute nowhere that the frick’in GPS didn’t even know where we were! No kidding! You could turn a full 3-60, 50 miles in either direction, nothing but sage brush and dirt! We were dropping off a large generator for a wind farm. But long story short, we kept a video blog of our travels updated on my Facebook called the ‘RebaJosh Trucking Travel Channel’
as we traversed 3 time zones, going up as far north the tippy top of the Michigan upper peninsula all the way down south to the bayous of Louisiana. I loved it. Will most certainly have to do that again before the year is out, but for now I am back, back at the desk, art to be done, Wizard World
convention coming up in June where I will finally be presented my work to Christopher ‘You know him as the one & only ‘Doc’ Emmett Brown’ Lloyd
. Very excited for that, annnnnnnd ..... (long happy and) the first true update to the ‘Metatisic’
saga since my illness and recovery, and since Addie’s as well. Very VERY happy about that. There was a time where I seriously doubted it would see a finish so I’m glad and am hoping that many of you who love that book will be as well and for that, a preview:
BEHOLD, MEGAWAVE! ...Well, sorta *lol*
The Guardian moved him ahead with a pat. “Come along. I'll introduce you to the security system to avoid any nasty accidents.”
It was a simple scanning process- stand in the archway, put one's optics up to the sensor- though probably high tech for the era. The sensor beams were warm, pleasant, as they took his biometrics and mapped his field. A green light showed he was now cleared as friendly by the system.
“I hate having to lock anything up, but honor isn't what...” Shockwave began as he walked through the doorway and into the lab, only to abruptly stop. "Goodness! What are you two doing!? And in my lab!"
Cyclonus, curious beyond reason, poked his head around the jamb.
Perched on Soundwave's blocky little shoulders, was Megatron. They'd been caught mid “ka-chunk” noise as they cleared a cabinet, pretending to be... something large and heavily armed. Soundwave's tightened grip on his playmate's peds betrayed a streak of fear upon noticing Cyclonus. The vinca jet tried to smile as he stepped into the lab fully, to ease the boy's likeliest fear that there would be klaxons or some kind of attack sounded shortly.
Megatron at least looked contrite but he didn't bother to get down off his friend's shoulders. He offered, "Soundwave saw some new specs you left on the computer for making smaller robots stick together and make big robots..."
The other boy's posture was now nothing but guilt, nearly unsettling the young prince. "Affirmative."
Shockwave crossed his arms, his tone encouraging further illumination. "Indeed...?"
Megatron's frustration was palpable, as if it should be obvious to all and sundry the great work they were doing. "So, I thought we'd try it!"
Shockwave's posture softened, his arms falling to his sides, and his em field fluctuated close to Cyclonus with what felt like laughter that he wasn't voicing. His words were still stern. "There's a lot of work that goes into such things, Young Majesty. Surgeries. Installations. Program adjustments. Compatibility tests... the Gestalt project is all very experimental as of yet. It will be some vorns before combination technology is available outside theory."
Megatron pouted. The boy could slag twenty times his weight in mechs even now, if he put his mind to it and managed to control his fear, but nothing in the known universe should be so dangerous while being so disarming. Adorable was not generally a term one applied to the Slag-maker, but it did recall Metatisic's disappointment over being made to wait. The King did not pout, of course, and it would be rude to suggest it.
Soundwave sighed, his harmonics sliding downward in dejection. "...we would have been very powerful."
"And smart," Megatron added. “The schematics said the the big robot's mind is a combination of all the little robots.” He huffed in frustration, “We would have been so smart.”
A small chuckle issued from Shockwave as his ears twitched. “Undoubtedly.”
Soundwave agreed with a nod that nearly unseated Megatron and sent Metatisic's son into a cheer, "We would have been awesome! MEGAWAVE!”
"Inquiry: Why does your name come first? " Soundwave puzzled, looking upward at Megatron.
"Because I'm the Prince.” Megatron offered as if it were plain, “Besides, Soundtron sounds ridiculous-- Oh, don't be sad. When I'm Dourjer you can be my second-in-command!" He patted Soundwave's helmet.
"Satisfaction. Onward, MEGAWAVE!" And Soundwave began to coordinate movements with Megatron towards the door, providing sound effects as if they were truly huge.
“Refuge in audacity may only cover you so far, Young Majesty.” Shockwave called after the boys, “Don't think I don't keep a log of every time you break in and show it to your Father.”
“Walk in!” Megatron corrected, turning half way around on his perch, just past Cyclonus.
“Cheek.” Shockwave scolded.~Shinju