[TF] Exponentiation Part Four
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dracoqueen22Title: Exponentiation
Universe: IDW/G1/TFP, throw it in a blender, and press puree
Characters: Starscream/Grimlock, Hot Rod/Deadlock, Thundercracker/Bumblebee, Prowl/Shockwave, Megatron/Sunstreaker
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sex, Fragging for Peace, Knotting, Belly Bulge, Implied Mechpreg, Romance, Cross-Factional Relationships, Etc
Description: A series of revelatory mathematical calculations lead Optimus Prime and Megatron to a startling conclusion – they’re going extinct. A truce is made, a plan to repopulate is written up, and an all-call for volunteers rings through the cosmos. Several brave warriors line up to take one for the team.
Commission for Sadrobochild
Epilogue – Prowl and Shockwave
Formulaic Expression
The program works far better than expected, Prowl muses as he flips through his datapad, reviewing all of the successful sparkings thus far and their respective parentage.
Over two dozen! He’s optimistically hoped for a half-dozen at best. The war has been long and bitter. Grievances have been born on both sides. Resentment had practically sealed itself into their sparks.
The amount of cross-factional sparklings is even more impressive. Of the two-dozen sparked mechs, half have been born of cross-factional connections. The amount of discreet relationships coming to light in the wake of the truce might have something to do with it. So many have gone unnoticed over the centuries, though Prowl is not at all surprised.
The war had divided them, friends and family and co-workers.
Their first cross-factional conjunx ceremony had been a week ago. Prowl hadn’t even realized Thundercracker and Bumblebee knew each other or had crossed paths during the war. It is surprising how much he hadn’t known.
Prowl leans back, his hand naturally wandering to his abdomen, still flat for now, but as the life within his gestational tank grew, so would his abdomen. Internals would have to shift aside. His plating would extend, however slightly. It would be obvious enough to the average Cybertronian, not so much to others.
Let it never be said Prowl would not undergo that which he asks of his subordinates.
If there’s anything that’s going to cement this peace, it’s the way at least half of both armies have eagerly given into the Repopulation Project, preparing the way for new life, growing both protective and determined. No one wants to see the little ones come to harm.
Which isn’t to say there has been no grumbling. Quite a few mechs on both sides of the line have expressed their displeasure over the surge of newsparks. They want nothing to do with raising the next generation. That’s fine. Prowl has plenty of other tasks for those who don’t want to be parents. There is so much work, no one will lack for duties.
It’s a good thing. A very good thing.
Prowl can’t help but be pleased with himself. And yes, perhaps Shockwave is also one to thank for this.
This being the truce, the Repopulation Plan, and the sparkling in Prowl’s tank. Praxians might not be as fertile as Seekers – Prowl had only been the fifth mech to wind up sparked – but he’d been one of the first. He’d intended to pave the way.
Oh well.
At least the truce is all but set in duryllium. A carrying Megatron is even more effective than a warlike one. Surprising had been the sire, and possessive, too. Sunstreaker tends to growl if anyone gets too close to Megatron, and Prowl has never seen him look so fierce.
It’s a bit unnerving.
Sideswipe finds it hilarious.
Prowl is simply glad that Sideswipe has yet to sire or carry. He seems to be in no hurry, and Prowl hopes for everyone’s sake that Sideswipe waits for the second or third wave of sparkings. The spawn of Sideswipe will no doubt be twice as aggravating as the mech himself.
Still, it’s a good plan. A good end. Prowl couldn’t be more proud.
He smiles and reaches for his datapad, getting back to work, his spark soaring with delight. He’s where he’s always wanted to be. He can’t possibly be happier.
The war is over.
Long live peace.
* * *
Universe: IDW/G1/TFP, throw it in a blender, and press puree
Characters: Starscream/Grimlock, Hot Rod/Deadlock, Thundercracker/Bumblebee, Prowl/Shockwave, Megatron/Sunstreaker
Rated: M
Enticements: Sticky Sex, Fragging for Peace, Knotting, Belly Bulge, Implied Mechpreg, Romance, Cross-Factional Relationships, Etc
Description: A series of revelatory mathematical calculations lead Optimus Prime and Megatron to a startling conclusion – they’re going extinct. A truce is made, a plan to repopulate is written up, and an all-call for volunteers rings through the cosmos. Several brave warriors line up to take one for the team.
Commission for Sadrobochild
Formulaic Expression
The program works far better than expected, Prowl muses as he flips through his datapad, reviewing all of the successful sparkings thus far and their respective parentage.
Over two dozen! He’s optimistically hoped for a half-dozen at best. The war has been long and bitter. Grievances have been born on both sides. Resentment had practically sealed itself into their sparks.
The amount of cross-factional sparklings is even more impressive. Of the two-dozen sparked mechs, half have been born of cross-factional connections. The amount of discreet relationships coming to light in the wake of the truce might have something to do with it. So many have gone unnoticed over the centuries, though Prowl is not at all surprised.
The war had divided them, friends and family and co-workers.
Their first cross-factional conjunx ceremony had been a week ago. Prowl hadn’t even realized Thundercracker and Bumblebee knew each other or had crossed paths during the war. It is surprising how much he hadn’t known.
Prowl leans back, his hand naturally wandering to his abdomen, still flat for now, but as the life within his gestational tank grew, so would his abdomen. Internals would have to shift aside. His plating would extend, however slightly. It would be obvious enough to the average Cybertronian, not so much to others.
Let it never be said Prowl would not undergo that which he asks of his subordinates.
If there’s anything that’s going to cement this peace, it’s the way at least half of both armies have eagerly given into the Repopulation Project, preparing the way for new life, growing both protective and determined. No one wants to see the little ones come to harm.
Which isn’t to say there has been no grumbling. Quite a few mechs on both sides of the line have expressed their displeasure over the surge of newsparks. They want nothing to do with raising the next generation. That’s fine. Prowl has plenty of other tasks for those who don’t want to be parents. There is so much work, no one will lack for duties.
It’s a good thing. A very good thing.
Prowl can’t help but be pleased with himself. And yes, perhaps Shockwave is also one to thank for this.
This being the truce, the Repopulation Plan, and the sparkling in Prowl’s tank. Praxians might not be as fertile as Seekers – Prowl had only been the fifth mech to wind up sparked – but he’d been one of the first. He’d intended to pave the way.
Oh well.
At least the truce is all but set in duryllium. A carrying Megatron is even more effective than a warlike one. Surprising had been the sire, and possessive, too. Sunstreaker tends to growl if anyone gets too close to Megatron, and Prowl has never seen him look so fierce.
It’s a bit unnerving.
Sideswipe finds it hilarious.
Prowl is simply glad that Sideswipe has yet to sire or carry. He seems to be in no hurry, and Prowl hopes for everyone’s sake that Sideswipe waits for the second or third wave of sparkings. The spawn of Sideswipe will no doubt be twice as aggravating as the mech himself.
Still, it’s a good plan. A good end. Prowl couldn’t be more proud.
He smiles and reaches for his datapad, getting back to work, his spark soaring with delight. He’s where he’s always wanted to be. He can’t possibly be happier.
The war is over.
Long live peace.
* * *
