Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 173
Rodimus paced the hall outside the medical bay, a small part of him musing about the irony of the situation. Only a few hours ago, he was thinking on his feet in the heat of battle. Now he felt like a nervous wreck. Anoyingly enough, Uranium caught on to the source of his worrying, and had barred him and anyone else from the medical bay until Storm Gunner gave birth.
I feel so damn useless! he thought for the umpteenth time. He had no illusions about the trials of pending parenthood, but the waiting was getting ridiculous. At least she's not screaming in pain that she's going to cut my balls off, or if she is, I can't hear it.
Emission tracked his progress with her optics. I am so glad I'm not the one behind those doors, she thought to herself. "Maybe you should sit down before your processor forces a reboot," she suggested.
He narrowed his optics at her, "You seem awfully calm about this."
"I'm not the one becoming a parent."
"By your customs, you're getting a sibling."
She nodded, "True, but while I'm a Terraformer now, emotions are still foreign to me."
"Lucky," Rodimus muttered.
Uranium opened the door and stepped out, looking very tired for a medic. Rodimus had to stop himself from bombarding her with questions, but he could tell from her face that something went wrong. "We were close..." she paused and his spark sank, "but it worked. The spark took."
Relief swept through Rodimus, breaking down the barriers behind which weeks of pent up emotions were kept in check. He collapsed to the floor, sobbing and not caring who saw him. After all the chaos and trouble that had been going on for the past few months, they now had a glimmer of hope.
Collecting himself after a minute, Rodimus got back on his feet, "Can I see them?"
Uranium gestured to the door, "Go ahead. They're both asleep, so try not to wake them. It was not an easy delivery."
Thanking her, Rodimus turned to Emission, who shook her head and waved him away. As quietly as he could, Rodimus entered the bay and went to stand beside the bunk Storm Gunner was sleeping in. She had her arms around another figure snuggled against her chest, a figure that looked exactly identical to the Rumble he had built years ago, only different. Instead of orange and green colors, this figure was blue with red flame decals and highlights, and the head crown was silver. Rodimus wanted to cry all over again. He knew he was looking at his son.
Storm Gunner's optics flicked on and she turned her head to give him a tired smile. He smiled back, bending over to give her a gentle kiss. "You're supposed to be resting, you know," he teased. "Uranium said it wasn't easy on you."
"I'm too excited," she whispered back. "It was hard to server the link that kept him in my carrying chamber, but that was the only thing that was hard about it. It was kinda scary, feeling his spark being separated from me, but it was worth it." She looked down at the life in her arms, still hardly able to believe that this was their son. Against all odds, this was their son. "What should we call him?"
"He'll tell us," Rodimus answered. When she gave him a questioning look, he continued, "When Transformer sparklings first come online, they instantly know their name. We may have to give him a Human name, but we can use the name he gives us to help with that."
"Datablaze."
Both of them fell silent, looking down at their sparkling in surprise. He looked back up at them with mismatched optics – the left one emerald like his father's, and the right one sapphire like his mothers – and smiled at their inquiring faces, "My name is Datablaze."
Leaning back, Storm Gunner let her optics shut off as she whispered, "Welcome to the world, Blaze."
As his son's optics dimmed, Rodimus put his hand on the crown of Datablaze's head and whispered, "Happy birthday, Blaze Rumble." He stayed by them, humming the lullaby that his own mother used to sing. You are very special, Datablaze. Never let anyone tell you otherwise, my son.
Next Time:
Tsunami: No time to waste!
Emission: Will this thing actually fly?
Tsunami: So long as the Rumble Team doesn't eat it.
Galactus: So where are we?
Emission: Wait! I know this place! This is my Colony!
Me: Next time on Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm; Part 20 Tales from Planet X.
Datablaze: What happened here? Why does it feel so cold?
Nemesis Convoy: Conquer the galaxy! TRANSFORM!
