Hydra bots ficlet
This bunny's been floating around in my head for awhile, but the hydra with their little daughter hydras made me think of it again: what if Transformers budded by growing new little robots on their armor that could pop up just about anywhere?
“Truce, then?” Optimus asked, with a hint of a smile, the bud attached to his shoulder peering at Megatron with bright blue optics.
Megatron stood with one leg bent at an awkward angle, careful not to jostle the bud just below his knee joint, and one hand rested on the back of a second grey bud at his hip, both of them tiny replicas of their parent. They were just old enough that they were beginning to respond to movement and sound, and the bud on Megatron’s knee reached out curious hands towards the equally curious blue-and-red bud waving and reaching from Optimus’ lower leg.
Both budlets began squawking and beeping, loudly and insistently, and with a shared rueful glance both he and Optimus limped closer until the two could touch. Megatron watched as the the two buds grabbed arms and bumped their tiny helms together and tried to stuff one another’s finger digits in their mouths.
“Truce,” he sighed, over the sound of their delighted burbles and squeaks.
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“Truce, then?” Optimus asked, with a hint of a smile, the bud attached to his shoulder peering at Megatron with bright blue optics.
Megatron stood with one leg bent at an awkward angle, careful not to jostle the bud just below his knee joint, and one hand rested on the back of a second grey bud at his hip, both of them tiny replicas of their parent. They were just old enough that they were beginning to respond to movement and sound, and the bud on Megatron’s knee reached out curious hands towards the equally curious blue-and-red bud waving and reaching from Optimus’ lower leg.
Both budlets began squawking and beeping, loudly and insistently, and with a shared rueful glance both he and Optimus limped closer until the two could touch. Megatron watched as the the two buds grabbed arms and bumped their tiny helms together and tried to stuff one another’s finger digits in their mouths.
“Truce,” he sighed, over the sound of their delighted burbles and squeaks.
This entry was originally posted at http://playswithworms.dreamwidth.org/113001.html. Please comment wherever you wish.