I’m plugging away on Chapter 19 of The Renegade and the Hound. It’s going… well(?), and I think I’ll finish it on time. I’m pretty happy with how things are wrapping up, although I do have one more significant bit that I need to develop before finishing it.I’m still on track to post Chapter 17 either Monday or Tuesday. I’m finishing up the final editing for it, but here’s just a little snippet from the beginning of the chapter that I rather liked.
The sensors on his door wings alerted him of the approaching mech before he even heard the crunch of pedes on gravel, giving him details on his stance, gait, and height. As the mech grew closer, Bluestreak turned his helm slightly. “I figured you’d be in the command tent, as the representative from Praxus,” he said.
Prowl stopped next to his brother and looked down at the camp below them. “I had nothing of value to add to the conversation,” he said. When Bluestreak tipped his door wings up questioningly, Prowl gave him a quick glance. “As the second creation, I was trained to be an administrator, not a soldier. If anyone should be in the command tent, it’s you.” He looked down at Bluestreak’s rifle pointedly.
Bluestreak ran a hand over the top of the rifle. “I was so proud when sire gave me this weapon,” he said quietly. “Graduating from the Academy with top honours… I felt like I’d finally made him proud.” He tipped his door wings upwards. “Smokey was always the one he doted on, which made sense since he’s the heir. And you excelled in your studies. You could pick up really complex things so much faster than I ever could.” Bluestreak gripped his rifle again in both hands. “Proving myself as a capable soldier was the only thing I could do.”
“You were very good,” Prowl said. “One of the best the Cavalry had had in hundreds of vorn.” His hands were clasped behind his back, and he stood straight with his wings held precisely behind his shoulders. “When you left, the Cavalry had a very hard time finding another officer who was proficient enough in all the required skills to replace you.”
Bluestreak hefted the rifle in his hands slightly, then looked back to the horizon. “I enjoyed it, you know,” he said. “Learning about tactics and strategy, and how to use all of my sensors to the best of my ability when firing a weapon. And I was good at it. Feeling like you’re competent in something… It makes you hold your wings up higher.”