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.
"He is of you," Grimlock corrected, his optics glowing a soft, protective amber. "And you are mine. Therefore, he is the legacy of the Iron Legion."
"You are carrying," Grimlock rumbled, his voice a low vibration that rattled the diagnostic beds. His sensors had finally recalibrated to her changing biology. Baby for the Grimlock General by Aurelia Skye
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.
In the harsh, metallic canyons of the planet Valtos, General Grimlock was a name whispered with equal parts awe and terror. A massive cyborg warrior of the Iron Legion, he was built for conquest, not comfort. But his latest "acquisition" was something no manual had prepared him for: Elara, a human medic with a defiant spark in her eyes and a secret growing beneath her heart. From that moment, the terrifying General became an
Elara looked up, pale but stubborn. "He’s mine, Grimlock. Not a soldier for your legion."
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. "And you are mine
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.