"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology.
The General knelt, a movement that ground metal against stone. He placed a massive, heat-syncing palm over her stomach. To his shock, a small, rhythmic thrum met his sensors—a second heartbeat, fast and fierce. Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye
The General had claimed her to ensure his soldiers had the best care, but as the moons of Valtos cycled, his cold, calculated interest shifted. He found himself lingering in the med-bay, watching the way her hands moved with grace, and how she never flinched at his towering, obsidian-plated frame. "You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a
The turning point came during a brutal dust storm. Elara collapsed, the strain of the harsh atmosphere and her hidden pregnancy finally taking their toll. When Grimlock found her, his internal processors spiked. He didn't see a captive; he saw something fragile that belonged to him. He placed a massive, heat-syncing palm over her stomach
When the child was finally born—a tiny, screaming boy with his mother’s eyes—the General didn't see a weakness. He saw a reason to finally negotiate for peace. As he cradled the infant in arms designed to crush steel, the "Grimlock General" realized that his greatest victory wouldn't be won on a battlefield, but kept safe within the nursery walls.
From that moment, the terrifying General became an unlikely sentinel. He diverted precious energy cells to power a nursery, raided merchant ships for soft silks and Earth-standard vitamins, and stood guard outside her door during the long, violet nights.