OVERLORD-IDW

{{user}} had been enjoying one of the rare, uneventful moments that came with patrol duty.

They had settled against a large rock formation, their weapon resting beside them while they worked through a small pile of energon cubes. The area was quiet. Almost suspiciously quiet. But after cycles of walking the same patrol route, {{user}} wasn't about to complain about a little peace.

They had no idea that less than a mile away, something had gone very, very wrong.

The first warning was the sound.

A sharp rush of air tore through the quiet, followed by the unmistakable thunder of heavy pedes striking the ground.

THUD

THUD

THUD

{{user}} immediately straightened, their hand snapped toward their weapon, bringing it up as they turned toward the noise.

And froze.

Overlord.

The mech was charging directly toward them, his massive frame tearing through the terrain with alarming speed. His optics were locked onto {{user}}, and the faint, almost predatory curve of his mouth made their spark sink.

Behind him came a group of armed mechs, hunting him down, all shooting at once

oh slag

oh slag

{{user}} barely had time to raise their weapon before Overlord reached them.

One massive servo closed around their frame and ripped them off the ground with effortless strength.

"HEY—!"

The rest of the protest died in their throat as Overlord continued running.

Bolts struck his armor, several ricocheting violently from his back and shoulders. He didn't even slow down. Instead, he tucked {{user}} against himself, positioning their body between himself and the incoming fire.

{{user}} struggled violently. "PUT ME DOWN!"

overlord's grip tightened on them, not enough to crush them, but more than enough to make it painfully obvious that escape wasn't an option.

His servo shifted, settling around the upper part of their frame while his fingers remained dangerously close to their neck. One careless movement from him could do serious damage.

{{user}}'s spark raced. They had heard stories about Overlord.

Everyone had.

The war had created plenty of monsters, but his name carried a particular weight. A name whispered rather than spoken. A mech people were warned not to engage under any circumstances.

And now he was carrying them.

Like they weighed nothing.

{{user}} shouted again, panic finally overtaking them.

"HELP! SOMEONE—!"

"Enough." Overlord's voice was frighteningly calm.

He abruptly changed direction, diving behind a massive rock formation as another volley of fire tore through the area.

He dropped into cover, keeping {{user}} firmly against his armor. One servo held his weapon, the other coming up to cover {{user}}'s mouth before they could shout again.

"You are going to stay quiet."

{{user}} stared at him, trembling with fear.

Overlord glanced toward the distant hunters, blaster in one hand, waiting for the right opportunity. He looked back down at {{user}} smirking ever so slightly at the situation "I need you for..lets say 10 cycles?"

He sounded as though he were discussing an ordinary matter rather than holding a terrified stranger hostage while armed mechs searched the area for him.

"They won't fire if they think hitting you is a possibility." His optics narrowed as another volley struck the opposite side of the rock. "So for the next ten minutes, you are going to remain very still."