Optimus clenched his remaining fist. He didn't say anything, knowing he couldn't give Megatron the slightest chance to brace himself. The Decepticon leader needed to think him helpless.
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.
[TF G1] Optimus Prime. Knocked up. Has to fight anyway. Kicks all the ass (2/2)
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.