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No AtLA unless you are my Rin, my Spyri, or my Pux. I am still pretty burned out. Transformers are encouraged because I love writing pregnant giant robots. Other fandoms I write are Sailor Moon, Codex Alera, Jackie Chan Adventures, and the Matrix.
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No AtLA unless you are my Rin, my Spyri, or my Pux. I am still pretty burned out. Transformers are encouraged because I love writing pregnant giant robots. Other fandoms I write are Sailor Moon, Codex Alera, Jackie Chan Adventures, and the Matrix.
Three requests per person. I promise to fulfill at least one.
I am going ( Read more... )
"Give it up, Megatron!" Optimus demanded as he followed Megatron through the fire and smoke of the burning factory. His systems felt heavy and leaden, drained by the child almost ready to emerge, but he couldn't let the Decepticons get away with the Perpetual Energy Generator.
Megatron laughed. "You always say that, Optimus. Do you really think I will?"
There were so many answers to that, all jumbled together in Optimus's head. Before he could sort one out, though, sudden agony lanced through his abdomen. He stumbled, shocked to have been shot without hearing the whine of the laser-
-then realized it was internal. The child was cutting its way out from his factory.
No, he pleaded silently. Please, wait. Just a little longer. Not here, not now. Not with Megatron so close.
The child didn't relent. Optimus dimmed his optics and cut access to his damage feeds. It was a risk, a stupid risk, but he had to stop Megatron. He just prayed the Decepticon leader hadn't noticed him falter.
He wasn't any luckier there.
"Slowing down, Optimus?" Megatron taunted, suddenly appearing out of the smoke. His fusion-cannon fired at point-black range, and Optimus twisted to take it in the shoulder.
The only reason he didn't lose the arm was because Megatron had lowered the power-setting to avoid setting off even more of the volatile materials already burning.
"I'm surprised at you," his enemy said, holding the Generator in his left hand. "You'd think you didn't want this."
Optimus growled and lunged-
-then half-staggered and fell to one knee as too many important wires were cut and one of his legs lost all power. Slag. Ratchet had warned him it would be a difficult delivery, with the way his systems were laid out.
Megatron regarded him with an irritated puzzlement. "What is- Oh. Oh."
His smile froze the fuel in Optimus's lines. "Keep away from me, Megatron!"
"How much will the child cripple you?" Megatron mused as he crouched down on his haunches to wait.
"It won't," Optimus growled. The child was fighting against his armor now. In another situation, he'd be cutting himself open to help it, but he could not, must not do that here. Not with Megatron waiting.
He would have only one chance-
He summoned his gun from subspace and brought it up-
Megatron's cannon-blast took his hand off. Then his enemy cocked his head, optics shifting to a middle-distance as someone commed him.
His optics focused on Optimus again. "Starscream has gotten tired of playing with your jetlings. It's time for me to take our prizes back to base." He drew a long-bladed vibroknife. "Don't worry, Optimus. I like younglings."
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He waited until Megatron's hands touched his abdomen, then punched with all his might. Metal warped and dented, an optic shattered, and Megatron sprawled back on the ground.
Optimus rolled on top of him and punched again and again until the Decepticon leader lapsed into unconsciousness. Then and only then, did he let himself relax.
The child was still having difficulties with his armor. Wearily, Optimus reached for the vibroknife. He thumbed it on and slit himself from pelvis to sternum, optics going black as he cut wires indiscriminately.
His optics came back online to see a little purple female trying to wriggle out of him, honking angrily as her hips got caught in his armor. A great wash of love flooded his system as he looked at her, and he carefully reached up to support her with one hand and ease her out with the other.
"Hello," he said softly, and she turned in his hands, optics going bright with surprise.
"Hello," she said, then growled as her ankle got caught.
While she pulled her foot out of him, he looked her over and counted her wheels. Eighteen, but she reminded him more of how Ultra Magnus was built than how he was built. She was primarily a deep purple with teal accents, and she'd inherited his face-mask. There were no weapons obviously on her form, but he was willing to bet her internals were completely war-build.
"What's your name?" he asked gently, somehow unable to bring himself to speak in his normal tone.
"Scourge," she said proudly.
His optics shone down on her and he held her close to his chest. "Scourge. That's..." an ominous name. "a good name."
In the distance, he heard Inferno's sirens. Good. They would be going home soon.
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