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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation	By : TheGatekat Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2755 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 13: Introductions

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Bladesinger looked all around, openly curious as they arrived at their destination. For the first time she could remember her carrier was not sneaking her through the House, which meant that they were supposed to be here and that here, wherever it was, was not secret. Another look around confirmed what she had already known- they were the only ones present in the hall. Which meant it was fine for her to ask questions.
"What are we doing?" She wanted to know, especially since she was getting an odd mix of emotions from her creators. They were happy and excited, but also nervous, and she was picking up her carrier's fear despite his efforts to hide it.
"You, Bladesinger, are going to meet someone very important." Her carrier informed her, nuzzling her helm gently. "Which means you need to behave, at least for now, all right?"
Innocent gold optics met his, the sparkling clearly excited at being out and seeing new mecha, but she nodded in agreement as her sire rang for admittance to the House Lord's own suite.
The door slid open to an entry room larger than theirs, and while it had more elegance and airy decor, there was also no way to miss the number of trophies and awards on display to emphasize Lord Bladedrift's capabilities as a front line warrior and as a General. All that was lost as the attractive gray and blue Praxian with a single wing panel on each side bowed to them.
"We are here to present Lord Bladedrift and his bondeds with the Lord Heir's first creation and heir apparent," Prowl spoke formally.
"Of course, Lord Prowl," the servant bowed once more. "Please enter and make yourselves comfortable. The Lord of the House is expecting you."
Bladesinger snuggled into Jazz's arms more, optics focused on her sire as she processed the entirely different feel of the moment of her creators walking into a room that had much in common with the one she played in, but was very different because her creators did not feel at home here.
The servant walked off with a smooth grace to announce them to their Lord.
~She is perfect,~ Prowl's spark brushed against Jazz's. ~There is no reason for her to be rejected.~
Jazz settled Bladesinger against his chest better, nuzzling at her more to distract himself than her. ~I know.~ There was no doubt in his spark that their creation was anything less than prefect. ~And as soon as he says we won't have to worry any more.~
A brush of affection and understanding came from Prowl before the servant came back.
"Lord Bladedrift and his mates will see you now," he bowed deeply to the pair.
Jazz fell into step just behind his mate, following Prowl through the suite and having the momentary distraction of the thought that one orn they would be the ones living here, likely before Bladesinger was full adult. It was no real secret that Bladedrift was not expected to see the next century.
Then another door opened, and the servant stepped aside, allowing them to enter an inner room, and the mecha arrayed around it.
Settled in a comfortable seat was the Lord of the House, around him his mates, and all of their attention now on their guests.
In a display of formal submission Jazz had never witnessed from his mate before, Prowl slid smoothly to one knee, his wings canted down and spread outward in full vulnerability in the display and his helm bowed, exposing his neck while reducing his ability to perceive an attack before it came.
"My Lord and sire, I come to present my first creation. Carried by my first bonded, her spark line witnessed at the Temple and declared strong and healthy by the standards of the Shining Sun."
The mood in room shifted slightly, accommodating Prowl's mode with ease and a small hint of good humor.
"I see my Heir. I see his First Bonded. I would meet the first creation of them." Bladedrift responded, matching the formality with ease.
Jazz reached out to his mate over the bond, asking for some sort of direction. A gentle soothing came from Prowl, a reassurance that the formality was on him, not Jazz.
~Taker her to him,~ Prowl offered.
Jazz nudged Bladesinger's helm, directing her attention to Bladedrift as he crossed the room smoothly, stopping before the Lord of the House.
Bladedrift's bright gold optics focused on the small creation, lifting his hands and waiting patiently as Bladesinger looked at her carrier.
~It's all right, brightspark.~ Jazz smiled at her, shifting her around so that she could go to Bladedrift. ~Your grandsire wishes to hold you.~
She glanced at Jazz, then at Prowl, who had risen to stand, awaiting the final verdict, then at the old mech. "Hello," she chirped at Bladedrift and wiggled a bit as she accepted being placed in his hands. "I like your designation."
Jazz stepped back a bit as Bladedrift settled her closer, easing her down on his knee and looking her over critically. "Thank you, little one. And what is your designation?"
"Bladesinger," she grinned at him, utterly unafraid of the new giants. Her attention kept flicking to the movement of Coda's wings as the old Seeker watched with a warm smile. "Carrier named me Bladesong after his carrier and you, but I like Bladesinger better."
"Indeed. I like your choice as well." Bladedrift's optics shifted from her to Jazz, then to Prowl. ::She chose her own designation?::
::Yes,:: Prowl was nearly beaming with pride. ::Before she could speak to her carrier, she gave a pulse of approval for Bladesong. After she could speak, one of her first statements was the change to it.::
::Opinionated. You are going to have your hands full with her.:: He tilted his helm to study the winglets on her back as well, then faced her again. "I am very happy to meet you Bladesinger."
::Indeed,:: Prowl agreed.
She chirred in pleasure, her winglets wiggling in a mirror of what Coda's were doing as she watched the Seeker's soft purple optics watching her.
With a small, amused sound Bladedrift raised his optics to meet Prowl's. "A most fitting Heir Apparent to the House of Shining Sun. You have done well."
She wiggled again and he set her down gently, watching in amusement as the sparkling homed in on Coda. "Go on, little one."
She giggled and ran to the Seeker, who picked her up with a swooping motion that made her squeal with delight.
"Has she attempted to fly yet?" Coda grinned at her creators, well aware of the trials grounders had with a flier sparkling.
"No." And Jazz's expression make it clear that Bladesinger didn't need any ideas on the matter. "You like to climb though, don't you, Brightspark?"
"Climbing's fun!" she giggled as Coda tossed her in the air, catching her easily. "Flying's fun," she squealed in delight, her little wing struts flapping wildly.
"You will make a delightful sister for my Flashdrive," Coda trilled at her.
"Who?" Bladesinger asked as she 'landed' again, having decided that questions were all right here as well.
"My youngest creation," he smiled at her with a touch of sadness and tossed her again, this time a bit higher. "He's almost two vorns old now."
She squealed in delight, wing flaps wiggling excitedly. "Flier too?" She demanded, clearly pleased with the idea of having someone close to her own age like her.
"Yes, a near-Seeker," he grinned, pleased with her response. "If your creators permit, he can come out to play with you."
Pleading golden optics snapped to her creators in an instant. "Please."
Prowl chuckled, breaking what little was left of the formal mood. "Yes, it is good to play with others."
She squealed as Coda commed the servant taking care of his creation and a moment later a youthful white Seeker-kin came out with the seekerling, who was only just getting a full coat of armor on his primary frame. Glints of blue, white and red where visible, hinting at a bright coloration in his future.
Bladesinger trilled a greeting, twisting around in Coda's hands to inspect the newcomers, her golden optics bright and the bond with her creators on fire with excitement. She was set down, as was Flashdrive, and they made a direct line for each other, bare wing struts flitting and flaring in a curious, delighted greeting.
All the adults watched with pleasure as the pair greeted each other with a myriad of clicks, trills and coos before moving to touch, exploring how their frames were similar and different.
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The excitement in the room was thick enough to be felt against ones plating. Rumors had been circulating for several orns, whispers that the Lord Heir and his bondmate had been seen visiting the suite of the Lord of the House of Shining Sun, and that the stranger from Simfur had been carrying a sparkling.
They had not been seen leaving, and neither the sparkling nor the Heir's bonded had been seen since. But this was the first family gathering since the rumors had started, and if the sparkling had been accepted by the Lord of the House than it would, by tradition, be presented that morning.
Which meant that everyone made sure they were on time and present, even those that occasionally managed to escape in the name of duty or illness.
Private comms and hushed whispers really started to fly when the Lord and his mates and young creations appeared without any sign of the Lord Heir, and the Lord bypassed his seat to stand at the front of the room, where he could see all and be seen by all.
It was only then that a soft tread announced the arrival of Prowl and his mate, though all attention was actually on the sparkling in Jazz's arms, looking around the large number of assembled mecha with the bright golden optics so many of the House sported.
Jazz resisted the instinctive urge to nuzzle her comfortingly as he felt the first signs of distress creep across the bond they shared, reaching back across that same bond instead with comfort, love, and confidence. ~It's all right brightspark. This is your family.~
~Sire and carrier family. Grandcreators family. Flashdrive family. This lots.~ Bladesinger replied, slightly intimidated by the sheer number of frames and fields and attention.
~We are. They are.~ Jazz whispered softly in return. ~They all are as well. You are of the House of Shining Sun. This is the House.~ Jazz's mental sharing made it clear that the House included everyone in the room, from Bladesinger's most intimate circle to her most distant cousin, and in truth had nothing to do with the building that they walked through.
Across the weaker bond with her sire support and affection flowed, along with a silent backing of what her carrier said. ~My kin. Your kin. You may rule this House one orn. They are nothing to be feared.~
Bladesinger finally calmed when it became clear that neither of her creators were in the least concerned, Prowl striding confidently through the gathered mecha and his bondmate right on his heels, stopping an exact step behind Prowl when they reached the front of the room and Bladedrift.
The Lord of the House waited a moment for things to settle before drawing himself to his full height, grayed wings spreading regally as he addressed his Heir.
"Who comes today?"
"I, Prowl, Lord Heir to the House of Shining Sun of Praxus, come with my First Bonded and my first creation."
Gold optics met gold optics, solemn and certain, as though this was a dance they had performed a hundred times, and not the first. "And why have you come?"
"To present my creation to her Lord and House, that she might be seen and recognized as the Heir Apparent." Prowl answered smoothly.
"What is the designation of the creation you would have recognized, Heir Prowl?"
"Bladesinger, creation of my spark and carried by my bondmate, for the glory of line and House."
"Present her."
The sparkling had been listening to the whole exchange, and her sharp young processor had already noted the similarities between now and the orn she had met Bladedrift. ~Go to grandsire?~
~That's right brightspark. Go to grandsire, be good for him, and then we can have breakfast. And I promise you'll like breakfast.~ Jazz told her gently.
~Treats?~ Bladesinger asked, even as Jazz stepped forward and handed her over to the Lord. She looked at up at him and trilled a greeting, spreading her bare wing struts in a display everyone that had wings, be they for flight or display, knew well. I am here. I am not afraid. I am not a challenge.
~Very good treats.~ Her carrier promised as he stepped back to stand beside Prowl and wait for the 'judgment' of their creation.
Bladedrift shifted the sparkling easily, her size and weight familiar after several orns of spending time with his newest grand-creation. Only once she was comfortably settled did he turn so that everyone could see her. Her wings spread further as her bright golden optics met many others in a calm look from one side of the room to the other. A clear statement that even at this age she was aware of her relative rank.
"The House recognizes its newest member. Welcome Bladesinger, creation of Heir Prowl and his First Bonded. May Primus bless you, and may you bring glory to the House."
"Primus bless," echoed from those gathered as Bladesinger was returned to her creator, settled in Prowl's arms for the trip to their seats, where another surprise waited for their creation.
Jazz's sire smiled at them, his optics moving proudly over Bladesinger and his creation.
~Grandcarrier?~ She asked, taking in the non-Praxian with a field so similar to her carrier.
"Grandsire, brightspark." Jazz said with a smile for his creator. "Crossbeam, my sire."
"Hello, Crossbeam," she chirped at him, fluttering her wing struts in what would be a display greeting once her wings were fully armored and decorated.
"Greetings, Bladesinger." Crossbeam smiled, pleased at being able to meet what was also his newest grand-creation. The fact that she was removed from his House was irrelevant to him, and his smile only grew as she came to him willingly, allowing her carrier to sit as well. It was noted, and pleasantly so, that the Lord Heir Prowl easily accepted his first creation, his heir, to be so close to Crossbeam, a relative outsider.
"You are part of the House too?" Bladesinger tilted her helm as she sat near the edge of the table between Jazz and Crossbeam.
"No, little one." Crossbeam answered easily, keeping her attention as Jazz fixed a plate for her, pulling things from the platters passing by that he knew the sparkling would like. "I am from a different House, the House your carrier was from before he came to live here with your sire."
She seemed to chew on that concept for a while, then focused on her sire. "Will I leave this House?"
"It is unlikely, though not impossible," Prowl responded smoothly, only a faint twitch of his elegant sensor wings betraying how unhappy he was with the idea. "If you are mated to one of higher rank, you will join their House. If you are of greater rank, they will join your House. As long as you are my Heir, it would be very unwelcome news if you were to bond into another House."
Calm and love flowed over the bond from his mate. ~Peace, love. Her fate may yet lie out of the House, but that is vorns from now. She's not leaving us any time soon.~
~I know, love,~ Prowl replied with a mental sigh and stilled his wings. ~I know. It makes it no easier to think about now.~
"Okay," Bladesinger piped up, curious at the tension she didn't understand. "I don't want to leave."
Her declaration earned a laugh from both Jazz and Crossbeam as Jazz set the plate down where Bladesinger could reach it. "I am very glad to hear that, brightspark. Your sire and I don't want you to either."
She grinned at them and picked up a rust stick with a stiff jelly center and munched down on it. Everyone within range was watching her more than their own meals or conversations.
"Will they always stare?" she asked blatantly, causing her sire to nearly choke on his confection trying to fight down a bark of laughter.
The started and embarrassed expressions of the mecha who had been caught almost set Jazz off as well, and it took a moment for him to regain his composure enough to answer her. "No, Bladesinger, they won't. Everyone has just been looking forward to seeing you finally."
There was no reason for the sparkling to be party to the layers of meaning in Jazz's words. It was enough for her to have her question answered with a truth that her young processor could reach itself from what had happened.
"Once they are used to you, they won't look as much," Prowl added, still deeply amused even if he wasn't showing it. "Then they won't start staring again until you are a mechling."
"Why then?" Bladesinger asked, just remembering to finish chewing the bite of rust stick she was working on before speaking.
"Because then they will begin to look at you with interest in being your lover, or possibly your mate or bonded," Prowl smiled at her.
Only Prowl was privy to Jazz's feelings on the matter, his mate bristling at the mere suggestion of anyone pursuing their creation pouring over the bond.
Then the expression on Bladesinger's face had Jazz and Crossbeam laughing again, Jazz's sire going so far as to reach out and tweak her nose gently with a warning. "Be careful, or it might freeze that way."
"Keepsafe would fix it." She stuck her glossa out at him and munched on the rust stick.
"I imagine she would." Crossbeam agreed, guessing that the sparkling was referring to the House medic. Slowly he started working his way through his own meal, savoring every moment of just being with his creation and his grand-creation, and knowing they were well and happy. It was far more than he'd dared hope for when he'd learned of his creation's impending bonding. Prowl and being a creator seemed to agree with Jazz well.
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