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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 19: Honoring the Shining Sun

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At first glance this was like any of the dozens of major festivals Praxus held each century. Some were sponsored by the city, paid for by the Royal House or taxes. Others were sponsored by wealthy Houses or guilds. Most celebrated an important historical event to the sponsor, from the founding of the city to the founding of a House to the creation of the crystal garden that the city was known for.
This one was special for Prowl, however. It was the first time he sponsored the Honoring the Shining Sun festival and it had to go well. The honor of the House and his personal honor were both at stake. It would be a political disaster for both Prowl and the House if things went badly. Thus Prowl had devoted all his spare processor power, all his energy and effort into putting on a good show befitting the wealth and status of his House, but not so extravagant a one that it seemed he did not understand the value of the credits he spent. He had not ignored his other duties, mate or creations, but Jazz at least had recognized that Prowl was rarely fully focused on them.
Well after sunset Prowl felt his mate come up behind him. Jazz looked over his shoulder as Prowl worked, embroiled in all of the last klik details before the start of the festival the next orn, with the rising of the sun that that House drew its designation from. Gentle hands ran along the Praxian's wings, fingers kneading into the joints of wing and frame as they leaned back into him. Prowl groaned deeply in relief and pleasure as Jazz placed a soft kiss on his neck.
~It will go well love,~ Jazz assured him. ~We have planned for all that normally happens, the new display which you put up is complete, and everyone else is taking a deep intake and a moment's rest. You should as well.~
Slowly Prowl relaxed fully into Jazz's welcome touch as it worked tension he hadn't even noticed building. ~As long as you join me,~ he murmured, turning his helm for a kiss. ~We must both be up early for the final detailing. We must look as flawless as we did on our bonding orn.~
~There is nowhere else I would rather be.~ Jazz replied as he kissed his mate, gentle and loving, before slipping him a small cube of glowing energon that was accepted with a flicker of thanks. ~And if flawless is demanded of us, than flawless we shall be.~ He added, the words carrying the weight of a promise that his mate would be so if Jazz had to do the detailing himself.
~You are a darling,~ Prowl chuckled, amused and warmed by the sentiment as he sipped at his energon while they walked to their berth.
The endearment earned him a soft snort of amusement in return. "Say rather that I am concerned with my lord's health, as his Chosen should be." He turned his helm to nuzzle at Prowl from where he was tucked against the Praxian's side. ~And that I wish this to go well for the sake of my bonded, whom I love.~
~Between my tactical programming and your quick wit, I am certain we can cope with anything that comes up,~ Prowl purred, finishing his energon and sat on the berth.
Jazz turned the lights off and slid on to the berth, pushing at his mate gently until the Praxian gave in and laid down, allowing his bonded access to his wings and frame once more. ~Then it will be a festival remembered until the next one.~
When the strong black hands went to work on tense cables Prowl groaned onto a moan of pleasure and shifted plating to offer even more access. A soft hum of pleasure answered the moan, Jazz smiling as he felt his mate slowly begin to relax under his care.
~Dare I ask if you have ideas for making the next one more spectacular?~ Prowl asked with a distinct tone of amusement and approval for Jazz's ability to perceive options and ideas that were far beyond Prowl's particular brand of creativity.
~I would witness one before I dare make suggestions to improve it.~ Jazz answered easily, well aware of the amount of tradition that existed around a festival as old as the one that honored the founding of the House that now claimed him as its own. ~Ask me again when it is over and I will have a different answer for you.~
~I'm sure,~ Prowl's amusement flickered around the bond as his sensor wings trembled in relief at the attention being lavished on them. ~You know I will.~
~I do, love.~ Jazz leaned forward to kiss his mate. ~Rest now~
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While it was not the annual highlight of the festival, there was another special occasion to be celebrated during this festival honoring the House of Shining Sun. Part of the festival was a display that consisted of a contribution from every Lord of the House dating back to the founder, and as its newest Lord Prowl was expected to add to it the first time he acted as host.
A sound rippled through the festival, attracting the attention of those gathered and directing it to a stage set in the middle of activities. A single mech stood in the middle of the stage, Stoneflash, an elder of the House of Shining Sun, a warrior who had seen millennia and battles that entitled him to this honor.
"Welcome all to the Festival of the Shining Sun. By tradition, Each Lord of the House adds to the history and glory of the House, and it is my honor to unveil Lord Prowl's contribution."
Following tradition, Prowl was watching, but discreetly at a distance. This was not for him, for all it was about him. What he would add had been the subject of speculation for vorns, ever since it became clear that he would sponsor the next festival.
Now it was time for all the rumors to be proven wrong. For that Prowl was grateful for his mate. This would not be nearly so artistic or elegant without Jazz's input.
With that the old mech stepped forward, tripping the button that removed the cover from the display, the newest in a long line.
As the cover fell away the display flared with energy as a holographic model of Cybertron springing to life from a simple but elegant base. As it turned various areas lit, lighting in colors that melded into one another. Each one, when touched, would offer and expanded display, covering campaigns that Prowl had led or the House had been involved in.
The state of Praxus glowed continuously, and selecting the proper point there would start a condensed version of the history of the House of Shining Sun and a slide show of images of the House over the millennium.
The crowd murmured in amazement. It was like nothing any expected in any way, and like nothing any previous Lord had added. It was less about Lord Prowl, though he featured notably, and far more about the glory of his House and Praxus.
Stoneflash then went on to explain about the data ports which allowed even more information to be accessed, as well as the ability to use it as a multi-mecha tactical game. More than a few creators recognized the educational value of the game.
~That was a brilliant idea, love,~ Prowl purred across the bond. ~As is the design.~
~Glad you approve.~ Jazz responded warmly, watching the crowd from beside his mate and relieved that the display was going over so well.
He had been afraid when Prowl had asked for his help. This was a tradition of the House that was meant to be a reflection of those who led it and how they as individuals had influenced the Shining Sun. Jazz had looked over many of the previous contributions and concluded that while they displayed their own contributors well, none of them reflected the style or the mech that was Prowl.
And so he had proposed this with a two fold purpose.
The first being a way for Prowl to continue the tradition while making it his own.
The second had been to provide the citizens of Praxus with another insight to the current Lord of the House of Shining Sun. While as a personal display there was little chance of any strong social or political ramifications, it would make and leave a lasting impression on those who viewed it, one where Prowl was remembered favorably, as the skillful and competent warrior-Lord he was. That it was educational and fun for anyone who enjoyed tactics or history, or just playing games, would make it remembered long after other facets were long forgotten.
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While Prowl had watched this performance dozens of times with his sire and family from this very booth overlooking the grand stage, it would be the first time for all four mecha with him. It felt terribly empty right now; the booth was last used for his creator's entire family. Bladedrift, three bondeds and nearly a score of adult creations were with Prowl that time. Now it was only the five of them; two adults and three younglings separated by less than six vorns. While they all knew the fundamentals of the story, only Prowl had seen the full performance.
It was not so for the audience, most of who had watched the performance many times. While not mandatory, it was considered poor manners not to attend one performance of whatever the sponsor of the festival put on as their feature.
As the stage was blacked out in preparation for the performance, the comm system activated, offering a spoken rendition for those who wished to listen as well as watch. Primarily it was for those who did not know the language of the dance.
Beside him Jazz edged a little closer, field melding gently with his mate's and his attention shifting to the stage once he was sure that all three of the younglings were settled. Prowl made sure each was tapped into the comm signal, then nudged his mate over their bond.
~I didn't think you knew the language of the dance.~
There was a moment of processing, then a slight sheepishness as Jazz tapped into the comm line as well. ~I've learned a little since I came, but not near enough to follow along.~ He admitted.
Prowl chuckled quietly and leaned over to kiss his cheek. ~No shame in not knowing it well. Even among politicals it is not a common skill.~
The lights came up on the stage, highlighting a storm-colored Praxian frame with two sensor wing panels and the tattooed paintjob of a warrior from Vector Prime's era. The strong-looking warrior carried sword and shield and stood to the far side of the stage.
Opposite him was a lighter Praxian frame of silver and bronze and without the warrior tattoos. In his arms was a small golden form as he rushed to the warrior, his two panels high and excited.
::Near the beginning of Vector Prime's reign Praxus was founded by a royal clade from Vos who found they were drawn to ground frames for their trine mates. It was a city that attracted those of science, but even more it was a haven for artist of all kinds. While it boasted few warriors, a few clades had traditions in the martial arts.::
::Vagrant was one such warrior lived on the outskirts of the city, living off the land with his mate, an artisan of some renown. One orn Kalavida ran home from gathering supplies with a crying bundle in his arms.::
There was a slight shifting in the booth, distracting Jazz for a moment, but it was only Bladesinger shifting her wings to a more comfortable fold, already engrossed in the performance, and Jazz looked back to the stage as well. Now with a dozen mecha there, it took on a completely different appearance to most performances Jazz had seen. They were no longer acting out what might be a scene, but were dancing. Very slowly, in formation, every small twitch of frame, hand, arm, leg, wing and helm meaning something. Telling the story in a language that had never spread beyond Praxus, and was rare even here.
::They gave the newly separated sparkling the designation of Sunstorm and told both Praxus and Vos of finding him. When none admitted a claim, the warrior raised the Seeker as his own. A warrior, fierce and temperamental, who commanded the skies as a proper Seeker did.::
::When Vagrant was called on to suppress a rebellion against the Prime the mechling Sunstorm came with him. Against the enemies of the Prime Sunstorm proved his worth, defending the Prime and burning his enemies with a fierceness and dedication that impressed even the long-lived Prime.::
::During that battle Sunstorm claimed two prisoners as his personal slaves to help found the House he was granted for his service to the Prime. It would be only the second warrior House of Praxus and quickly rose to prominence as he took a bonded from the royal House and the third creation of the Prime himself.::
::He ruled the House wisely as a fierce, feared warrior for many vorns, siring many sparklings to found the House he designated the Shining Sun. When his eldest had an adult creation, Primus took Sunstorm from his bondeds and House. He flew into the sky and never came down.::
"Like Primus took Bladedrift?" Bladesinger whispered.
"No, Sunstorm was still young and strong. He simply disappeared, never to be seen again," Prowl answered.
"Why?" Bladesinger asked as the performance wrapped up, curious as to why Primus would take someone like that.
"No one knows," Prowl told her calmly. "No one knows what happened to him. It is a mystery of our past."
The youngling hummed, flicking her wings and stretching carefully so that she didn't strike either of her brothers.
~It is an interesting question love.~ Jazz commented offhand, not questioning the story as he moved to stand himself.
~Yes, and one that has frustrated the House from the orn it happened,~ Prowl agreed. ~All we know is that he did not extinguish, at least not soon.~
~More important that he founded the House and that it still stands today.~ Jazz said as he reached out, taking Prowl's hand. ~Planning to wander the festival more, or are we done for the orn?~
~I would like to retire for the orn,~ Prowl admitted, allowing his mate to know how straining this much socializing was on him.
~Then let us go thank the performers and head home.~ Jazz murmured, leaning into kiss his mate chastely and with a promise of shared relaxation once they were in private for the evening.
"Bladedsinger, Thunderstorm, Flashdrive- time to head home." He called, summoning all of their creations.
"Good. Hungry." Bladesinger bounced towards them, wings still flicking in excitement.
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