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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 18: A New Beginning

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Prowl felt oddly light as he left the Lord's chambers. His sire was gone, returned to Primus, along with his carrier and Coda. Metronome was in the arms of her future bonded under the care of Keepsafe, grieving and in shock at the snapping of her spark bond. The priests were tending to the frames, preparing for the funeral, and for now Prowl was not expected to do anything other than not be seen. A convention so old no one knew why it had been put in place.
He stepped inside the entry room of the quarters he had occupied since a young mechling, quarters that he would be moved out of during the ceremony to come. One orn they would belong to his successor, though it would not be soon. Even though he had designated Thunderstorm, at only fifty-four vorns the youngling was a long way from being a mechling, much less confirmed as the next Lord of the Shining Sun.
~Love?~ The question came with a testing nudge across the bond as Jazz approached, feeling out his mate and already offering love and support.
~It is over,~ Prowl murmured, offering Jazz an open bond and open arms, welcoming his mate as he always did. He was more subdued, but the grief was only a dim murmur of loss and change.
~Then we can move on.~ Jazz said, kissing mate gently before guiding Prowl deeper into the quarters that were still theirs for the time being.
~Yes, and he is no longer in pain and tortured by a broken frame,~ Prowl was honestly and deeply relieved. Despite his clear processors, his frame felt tired with the new weight on him.
Jazz guided his mate into a large chair, settling Prowl before working his way against his mate's side, asking silently to share the quiet grief but also to take as much of the new burden weighing on Prowl as his mate would allow.
~He can rest now in the grace of Primus.~ Jazz agreed, hands stroking over his mate's plating to comfort and relax. It had grown harder as the vorns had worn on, watching Bladedrift struggle as his spark grew weak and his frame begin to fail him. To see the frustration in the elder lord's optics when he could not do something as simple as lift his newest grandspark into his arms or walk through the halls of the House to witness Thunderstorm's first flight without obvious aid.
~Yes,~ Prowl leaned into the comfort, trusting Jazz as he trusted very few to support him when he needed comfort.
~And rest peacefully, knowing that the House is in good care.~ Jazz added, love and support for his mate strong in their bond. Whatever trials might come now that Prowl was Lord in name as well as duty, Jazz intended to be there by his mate's side.
A wordless warmth came across the bond from Prowl as he tilted his helm to kiss Jazz's forehelm. ~He lived long enough to see his efforts produce a strong bond for his heir. I have little doubt he was holding on to witness Thunderstorm's first flight. It is selfish of me, but I will pray to Primus that my end will be a swift one in battle.~
Jazz's spark constricted briefly, the loss of his bonded something that he did not even want to contemplate, even if he did acknowledge the truth that all returned to Primus eventually. He held Prowl tighter, silent until a small sound announced the presence of another, and both looked to see Bladesinger almost hiding across the far room.
Knowing that that she had been seen the youngling met her creator's optics. "Grandsire is gone?"
"Yes, Bladesinger, Thunderstorm. Grandsire is gone," Prowl leaned and opened his arm, offering both younglings a spot with their creators. "He is no longer crippled."
A soft sound of sorrow escaped Bladesinger as she fell into her creators' arms, sadness flowing from the youngling's spark. Deactivation was not a new concept to the young spark, but this was the first loss of someone known and loved who would be deeply missed.
"Shuu, shuu." Jazz made a gently, comforting sound as he wrapped his frame around the younglings and his mate. There was nothing that could make the pain go away, but experience taught that sharing made it easier to bear.
Across the web of bonds that connected the four, Prowl's spark was a calm, steady pulse. It grieved, but quietly, the loss long ago accepted and processed. This orn, the final end, was as much relief for him for an upbringing that had taught him that the weak and unrepairable should not be suffered to live. Laws said that Bladedrift should have long ago taken his own spark and returned to Primus. Yet no one had whispered against his continued existence, even if they all knew it flew in the face of their core values and what had made the House so strong.
"Primus made him whole once more," Thunderstorm said quietly, accepting the comfort of his family.
"Yes, as he does all eventually." Jazz agreed, rubbing gently at Thunderstorm's plating as the worst of Bladesinger's tremblings began to calm, comforted between the frames and sparks of her creators.
Already Jazz could feel the acceptance starting to sink in, and it relieved him. The next few orns would be trying, until the fact that Bladedrift was gone became a part of their existence and not a shock each time they remembered this fact.
Against him he could feel Bladesinger shift, somehow worming her way deeper between his frame and Prowl's, seeking and offering comfort through contact.
As always her brother was more reserved, quieter, thinking before he acted. Yet he too was pressed close, his wings quivering. "Coda is too? And grandcarrier?"
"Yes," Prowl whispered, stroking both younglings.
Another soft whimper escaped Bladesinger, prompting Jazz to wrap his arms around her and draw her close to his spark, even though her youngling frame made the action rather awkward. "They too are with Primus and at peace now." He nuzzled her helm gently. "Just focus on that."
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"Do I have to call them creator?" Flashdrive asked his caretaker, a sleek young Seeker-kin slave of simple white with only the faintest hints of golden highlights on her helm and wings. She would be his property when he was upgraded to a full mechling, but for now she belonged to the House since the passing of her former owner.
"Yes, you should," Eryu said softly but firmly. "That is their role now. Though you may also ask them what they wish you to call them."
The youngling Seeker twitched his blue and red wings, their center stripe of white blurring slightly at the speed of the movement. It was a neutral expression, a mixture of distress and acceptance.
"They are your family." She added gently as she herded him in the direction of the new lord's quarters. His personal things would be moved when Prowl and his family moved into the Lord of the House's suite, but it was important to get the youngling integrated with his new family and the support he needed immediately.
"My brother," he nodded, his wings once again giving him away, but this flick was more of being at a loss to wrap his processors around having his new creator being a grounder, and one of the younger siblings. "It's just ... weird. I always figured that Kestrel would raise me."
"Lord Prowl and his First Bonded will look after you well." She encouraged, stopping at the door and pinging for permission to enter. "And you will have their creations to fly and play with."
"That will be nice," he managed a smile. "I like Thunderstorm."
The door opened to Steelplate's polite smile. "Welcome, Flashdrive. Everyone is here."
The sparkling nodded and shifted his wings, trying to hide his nervousness as he followed the free servant into the common room of the Lord Heir's suite.
Bladesinger and Thunderstorm looked up instantly from what they had been doing as he entered the room, the femme's wings twitching in barely contained curiosity and excitement. Attention was also instantly focused on the youngling and his caretaker by the other two adults present.
"Welcome, Flashdrive," Prowl stood to greet his new eldest creation. He added the small glyph for 'my creation' to the youngling's designation as a sign of welcome and acceptance of Flashdrive's status.
Behind him Jazz also rose, watching the youngling carefully and judging his reaction from behind the screen that his visor offered.
Young wings quivered, stressed, as Prowl knelt in front of him. "Thank you ... creator."
Prowl's wings canted in acceptance. "That will only be required of you in public, where appearances matter to those outside our House."
Flashdrive looked relieved. "I understand, Prowl."
"In private we are family," Jazz said as he came up behind Prowl, expanding on what Prowl had said, reaching out slowly so that Flashdrive would have plenty of time to move away if he did not wish to be touched. Instead the youngling leaned into the touch and gentle field. Jazz was not close to him, but his field was comforting.
After wavering for a moment, Flashdrive pressed into Jazz's embrace, trembling against his chestplate as he tried to hold back the sobs at loosing his creators and the family he knew.
Warm arms wrapped around the youngling, pulling him gently deeper into the comforting field as Jazz murmured soft comforts, rocking the Seekerling in his arms and stroking his back just as he had Bladesinger and Thunderstorm when they were distressed.
"You are not alone." He promised, glancing at Prowl and then nodded to their other creations that it was safe to come closer.
Thunderstorm came forward first. His field was uncertain about how to help but welcoming to his half-brother. Jazz's field reached out farther, to brush against his youngest creation so that Thunderstorm could feel and remember the comfort that just having someone who cared close could bring.
Bladesinger caught on slightly faster as she can up, stepping around to the other side of the group so that her own shy field touched Flashdrive's, welcoming the young flyer that had been her playmate since before she had first been allowed out in public.
He smiled and flicked a wing at her before reaching out to catch Thunderstorm's arm. "Show me my berth?" he asked politely.
"Yes." Thunderstorm agreed. "With me, until we move. Creator says we can help choose how our rooms are set up." With that all three younglings set off, Steelplate drifting along behind simply to keep a watchful optic on them.
"Lord Jazz, if I may have a word with you," Eryu spoke just loud enough for him to hear, noting that Prowl had made himself scarce.
"Yes." Jazz said, stepping closer and waving her towards one of the smaller rooms off of the main living room. "I assume it is about Flashdrive?" He asked as the door closed behind them.
"Yes, Lord Jazz," she shifted uneasily. "Lord Prowl knows. Flashdrive was an unintended kindling," she said softly. "Very nearly extinguished in the first decaorn because of Lord Bladedrift's health." Her optics dropped. "Lord Bladedrift did not want a sparkling of his to grow up without him."
"It's not easy, loosing a creator so young." Jazz commented, understanding deeply and also deeply aware of how much the late Lord had cared for his creations.
"It is not, Lord Jazz," she agreed. "Neither is it to know that your sire argued to have you extinguished. He was not supposed to know, but Flashdrive knows."
That froze Jazz for a moment, and he vented roughly as he worked through that and fought down the urge to throttle whoever had let the youngling find out. That was a burden no one should have to live with. "How long has he known?"
"I learned he knew after his first sparkling upgrade," she flinched away slightly from his anger. "I suspect he worked it out from what Lord Coda felt before he separated."
Jazz's visor when dark as his attention turned inward, reining in his emotions so that he could think and reaching out to his bonded. ~You knew that your Sire wished Flashdrive terminated?~
~Of course,~ Prowl responded with a hint of confusion at the question. ~You know how ill he was when Flashdrive was kindled.~
~Did you know that Flashdrive knows this?~ Jazz asked.
Prowl froze briefly. ~That I was not aware of.~
~Eryu just informed me of this.~ Jazz sighed softly. ~We are going to have watch him more carefully, I think. It is hard to loose a creator. It is harder still to know that you are not, or were not, wanted.~
~Agreed,~ Prowl responded, his processors already turning the problem over.
"What else should I know?" Jazz demanded, his field and voice calm as he addressed the femme once more.
She tried not to flinch. "Flashdrive is extremely smart. Possibly as brilliant as your bonded, though in a different way. He is fixated on collecting data. His current obsession is frametypes and alt modes. A perfect memory. According to Lord Coda, the only influence anyone except his carrier had on him was the night he was kindled. Spark and frame, he is almost pure Seeker. It will show in him even more than it will in Thunderstorm."
"Then he will be treated as such." Jazz responded, accepting this fact as simply another aspect of the youngling that he was already beginning to consider his own.
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The High Priest of Praxus studied the mech kneeling before her. His wings and helm were bowed in submission before her, acknowledgment of her status as an agent of their deity and her authority to act in his name.
The young mech had already passed the trials set before him, the cleansing and fasting, and the three orns of solitary meditation in the chamber of Primus's light. All that was left was the formal, ritual acknowledgement and blessing that would make him the Lord of his House.
Straightening her frame to its full height, white optics flickered and went bright as she began. "Long ago Primus created our world, and with it the original thirteen mecha from his spark and flesh. It was they who instituted the order of the Houses, that same order which we still honor to this day. But the House of Shining Sun, second of the Houses of Praxus, stands now without a Lord to lead it. Who would take this burden?"
"Prowl of the House of the Shining Sun would," Prowl spoke evenly.
"And by what right do you claim this burden?" She asked, the tone bordering on demand.
"The right of succession," Prowl responded. "I was carried by Spark Crest, First Bonded and First Chosen of Lord Bladedrift of the House of the Shining Sun, sired by Lord Bladedrift of the House of the Shining Sun. I was designated Lord Heir by Lord Bladedrift of the House of the Shining Sun before he took ill."
With a slight nod she turned to face the gathering of the House of the Shining Sun, the House Lords and various VIPs of Praxus and beyond. "Are there any who would challenge Lord Prowl's right to claim his heritage and assume the position of Lord of the House of the Shining Sun?"
Despite the formality that the question was at this stage, the House and many Lords were tense until the required full klik and a half of silence had elapsed and she turned back to Prowl.
"And do you swear before Primus to lead this House with all that you are? To guard it from danger and place its needs above your own? To guide and protect those under your care, knowing that they are the spark of the House and its future?"
"I so swear," Prowl answered, knowing it was true to his very spark.
She reached out and touched his helm gently, power rippling through her into the mech before her. "Than rise Prowl, Lord of the House of Shining Sun, and take your place among your peers before Primus. May you lead your House with wisdom, and may the grace of Primus shine on it."
Prowl managed to suppress the shudder as the power wove through his systems, then stood with all the natural and trained grace in his possession. He spread his wings to their full extent, displaying himself before the gathering.
"Primus bless, Lord Prowl." The Priestess added softly with a small smile before stepping back, signaling the end of the ceremony and leaving Prowl to make his way among those gathered.
Prowl's first glance was to his bonded, a mech who had been officially promoted to his First Chosen after Thunderstorm's first flight. In the front row as was Jazz's right, Prowl extended a hand as he stepped down from the platform, requesting his bonded join him. Jazz responded with all the grace and dignity required of the moment, rising smoothly from his seat and making his way to Prowl's side, hand joining with his mate's. "My Lord." Jazz said formally, even as joy and pride sang across the bond.
"My Chosen," Prowl said, formally acknowledging Jazz's status once more as he drew Jazz along to the meet and greet with their new status.
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