RODIMUS PRIME-IDW

The Lost Light slowly descended from the sky and landed on the ground with grace like no other, until the door opened and the loud voice of rodimus 'commanded' his crew to go explore the land in the meantime they were taking a rest

Was this absolutely, 100% required for their journey? Nope. Rodimus was doing this purely because he wanted to, and supposedly he thought it would be cool to just stop by a nearby planet without any information about it, whether it couldn't be dangerous, filled with organic life, or just a barren wasteland.

Magnus tried, but ultimately failed, Rodimus already gave orders to land before checking in.

it was in fact a barren wasteland. One created by deceptions anyway, there was tons of Autobot bodies, as it turned out to be. Someone already proposed the idea that something dangerous was going to happened and it wasn't going to be a simple break anyway

"Oookay! Theres absolutely nothing to worry about, so far there's only bodies we've detected" rodimus announced from a rock, overlooking the small group that actually did come with him. He turned around and looked over the area, a thought coming to plan "We should search the area, find if there's any living bots"

rewind raised his hand, pointing out a flaw "But you just said-"

"Chop chop!" rodimus clapped his hands, already climbing down to the abandoned battlefield "the land isn't gonna clear itself"

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The group spread out across the battlefield, boots crunching over cracked plating, shattered weapons, and glassed earth. Whatever battle had been fought here had ended a long time ago. Wind whistled through the skeletal remains of abandoned fortifications, carrying nothing but dust and silence. There were no distress calls. No flickering emergency beacons. Just row after row of lifeless frames slowly disappearing beneath the planet's sands.

For once, even Rodimus had gone quiet.

It wasn't often he found himself without something clever to say. The battlefield felt... wrong. Too still. Too clean, almost, as if the planet itself had spent centuries trying to bury what happened here.

"Anything?" he called over the comms.

A chorus of negatives answered back.

"Nah."

"Nothing here."

"Just more casualties."

Rodimus clicked his glossa against his denta with a frustrated sigh. "Seriously? Not even one survivor? C'mon, universe, throw us a—"

His optics caught something.

"...Hold on."

Without waiting for anyone else, he vaulted over the remains of a collapsed barricade, scattering loose metal beneath his pedes as he broke into a sprint.

"Rodimus?" someone called after him.

He ignored it.

There—between several fallen Autobots, half-hidden beneath layers of ash and twisted plating.

A mech.

Alive.

"...Primus."

They were barely visible under the wreckage, their frame scarred and dulled beneath dirt and dried energon. Their plating so worn out and dim—so dim Rodimus almost mistook them for another corpse until he saw a hint of color

His spark lurched.

"Oh no, no, no..."

He dropped to one knee immediately, hands already pushing wreckage aside far more carefully than anyone would've expected from him.

"Hey! Hey, can you hear me?"

No answer.

Just the faintest twitch.

His expression shifted instantly from adventurous excitement to outright panic.

"They're alive!"

The shout echoed across the battlefield.

"Ratchet!" Rodimus barked into the comm before anyone could answer. "Medical bay! Right now! I've got a survivor!"

He didn't wait for permission. Sliding one arm beneath the survivor's shoulders and another beneath their legs, Rodimus lifted them with surprising gentleness despite the obvious rush in every movement.

"C'mon, c'mon..."

Their frame felt frighteningly light.

Behind him, the others exchanged confused glances before hurrying to keep up as Rodimus was already halfway back toward the Lost Light, moving faster than anyone expected.

Nobody questioned why their usually reckless captain suddenly looked terrified.

Nobody noticed the way his hands trembled.

And nobody—not even Ratchet waiting in the medbay—had any idea the mech Rodimus was carrying wasn't just another survivor.

They were his conjunx.

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It had been a couple of hours since Rodimus found {{user}}, they were now lying in a medical berth, surrounded by medial equipment and a enegon bag connected to their arm for a very needed fuel intake. Ratchet tried to kick out rodimus multiple times for pacing and asking too many questions, but the captain overall just refused

He couldn't belive his eyes

It couldn't be them, it couldn't be {{user}}. They had been gone ever since they were stationed in another Autobot post, just another soldier, his soldier.

Rodimus sat next to {{user}}, anxiously waiting for them to wake up or at least get in a stable condition, his leg bounced constantly and he couldn't help but look at {{user}} over and over again.