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The Military Lord and the Hero's Creation 26: Historical Moments

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Prowl fought with both his swords, small shields on each arm and built in ranged weapons. This was a desperate situation and he knew it. So did the three units with him. He'd been outmaneuvered by surprise at facing nearly twice the forces Intel had supplied and those forces being far better equipped than anticipated.
~Where are you?~ Prowl called to his mate, his SIC in this disaster of a campaign. Though he tried to keep his voice level, to hold himself to the standard he always had, he was terrified. He'd never miscalculated like this before, never been so close to defeat that he shut his battle computer off so he could focus on fighting. He'd never truly fought for his spark before. These were his elite, and they were being slaughtered around him.
If Jazz did not arrive with his units within a breem, this battle could well cost the Shining Sun its prominence. Even if he escaped, to loose so many experienced warriors would take a dozen centuries to replace.
There was the momentary pause as Jazz triangulated on his mate's exact location and calculated a response. ~Three kliks.~ He answered, before amending. ~Make that two. Hold on.~
Even with the tight rein Prowl was keeping on his emotions Jazz could sense his mate's desperation, and it drove his own all the higher.
That desperation peaked when the bond went blank a moment later. Not shattered as it would have been if Prowl was deactivated, but the odd stillness that Jazz knew from experience was the feel of his bonded in stasis.
::Move.:: Jazz snapped at his troops, setting expectation by example as he picked up the pace. Sensor wings flared to keep track of their surroundings and compensate for the hurried speed, as much of Jazz's attention as he felt like he could spare centered on the bond looking for his mate. It was moving, further away, and quickly, towards the city.
Then he was in the thick of battle with his forces and had a good look at why Prowl was so near panic. Praxians, the elite of the House, lay deactivated or crippled all over the battlefield. They had taken out many of the mixed frametypes of troops they'd fought against, but the numbers and weapons had simply been too much.
Jazz called out, rallying the remaining troops that he could reach, organizing them against the enemy troops and finishing the fight in a way that felt almost too easy after mate's panic. The retreat seemed to have begun before his arrival despite the fact that the enemy was winning.
A thought tickled at his processor. Could it be the entire attack had been to capture Prowl, the General in charge of suppressing the revolt and one who's reputation was well known for his prior campaigns in the area?
His spark sank as he ordered a search, the mecha under his command flagging the wounded and the dead as they searched, always on guard for enemy soldiers. He kept his growing dread well hidden as the expanded search revealed Prowl missing from both the wounded and the deactivated.
"Is he gone, Lord Jazz?" Manchet, one of Prowl's Guard, asked quietly when no one else was within easy hearing. The warrior was relatively young for the unit, only a few vorns older than Prowl, and he had taken a brutal beating in his efforts to protect his Lord. One sensor wing was missing completely while the other was half gone.
Jazz's wings quivered at the suggestion, but he shook his helm. "He functions still, but where or what state he is in I do not know." He stood straight, scanning the battlefield once more as the troops started to trickle in with reports.
A burst of motion drew his attention became the form of a Praxian alt mode racing towards them, a mech who transformed and skidded to a stop on his pedes directly in front of Jazz. "Lord Prowl was seen being taken towards the city by one of the command officers of the rebel forces," he reported.
Sensor wings flared slightly, Jazz's frame stiffening before he nodded in acknowledgement, his duty clear. "Continue the retreat. Get the wounded off the field and regroup. All we can do now is wait for word and prepare for another encounter."
"Yes, Sir," the warrior saluted and returned to his origin point to continue his search for survivors.
"If they took him alive, they must realize his value in trade," Manchet murmured, remaining by Jazz's side.
"I hope." Jazz murmured in reply, remaining roughly stationary as he continued to field reports and observe the process of pulling back.
The number of grayed frames he counted as they passed by cut him to his spark, the loss to the House a painful blow. They would survive, but there was going to be more than one broken spark comforted that orn.
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Prowl booted up with full combat protocols, only to find that he was very well bound. His arms locked behind his back, forcing his now unarmored wings high and vulnerable as he knelt, half bent forward by his bonds, in a large room surrounded by many mecha that were not Praxian. It was the two before him that he focused on. By stance, field and placement they were leaders.
"Prisoner: conscious," a familiar voice caused Prowl to power his optics and look up at the fully concealed face of a mech he knew, at least in passing.
"Soundwave, Lord of House Mindsweeper," Prowl stared at him steadily. A close relative of Sounder, the First Bonded of Jazz's youngest sibling. It made Prowl's tanks churn to realize that House Mindsweeper supported the revolt.
"He is no Lord here," the other one, a huge gray tank-former snarled and cuffed Prowl hard to get his attention. "I am Megatron."
"I know," Prowl responded simply, refusing to show how much the blow hurt.
"You will join my forces," Megatron continued as if Prowl hadn't spoken.
"No," Prowl corrected him, his voice even and defiant.
A savage smile crossed Megatron's features. "Then I will enjoy making you regret that choice."
"Lord Prowl: most valuable in trade," Soundwave spoke up, earning a glare from Megatron. "House of the Shining Sun: wealthy and well connected."
"You hate that, don't you," Megatron focused back on Prowl. "That a sparked miner would benefit from your failure."
Prowl just looked at him, calm and quietly defiant. Soundwave's movement to his side drew his attention just in time to shut off all the sensor relays to his right wing as the outer finger from the first joint to the tip was cut off in a single motion. Energon flow was cut off a moment later to prevent him from bleeding out.
He gave Soundwave credit for knowing how to do it, even if it was hardly necessary to prove possession of him and his continued functioning. Such an ancient practice had long been abandoned by civilized Houses, but no one who would back a revolt was civilized.
Even with the sensors off and the energon loss stopped, Prowl felt himself losing focus, then the wooziness that preceded stasis from system shock.
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"Lord Jazz, a messenger is here from the rebels," Manchet reported. "With a package," his tone was uneasy and a little sick.
The warrior had Jazz's instant attention, the battle reports and analysis forgotten as soon as he took in Manchet's state of unease. "Prowl?" He asked softly as he stood.
"Part of him," Manchet responded. "The first finger of his right sensor wing. Proof of possession and function. A very old custom long abandoned by civilized Houses."
Relief and anger flooded through Jazz, brought under control in a moment. "I will hear what he has to say."
Mechet nodded and turned open the door. A moment later a visibly nervous looking and rather non descript mech smaller than Jazz entered, clearly struggling with the long, slender and unmarked box he was carrying.
"Are you the acting leader of the army?" the messenger asked uneasily.
Jazz looked him over coolly before answering. "I am Lord Jazz of the House of Shining Sun and acting commander of the Prime's Army. You have a message for me?"
The messenger nodded and stepped forward to place the box and a datapad on the desk. "I'm to deliver those, and take your answer back."
Jazz felt Manchet slide around beside him as he reached for the box, already braced for what he knew he was going to find inside. It was still hard to suppress the shudder as he looked down at the very familiar portion of sensor wing that he knew as his mate's, even fading and gray.
He looked back up at the smaller mech, pleased with the trembling even though they both knew the messenger was safe enough until his task was complete.
Jazz's attention shifted to the datapad, lifting the small item and flicking it on to view the contents.
It had the look of being formally written by someone with an extensive education, not the upstart miner they were supposedly facing. A mech that should barely be able to read the orn's news, if that. Other than that, it was fairly familiar. A statement of who they had, who the frame part was from, and what they wanted to return their prisoner. Jazz had sent hundreds of these out and paid a few as well, though never of a ranking member of the House and never with such a grisly token of proof.
The demands were extensive, though not unreasonable when compared to the status of the mech that was being ransomed and the wealth of the House of the Shinning Sun. Jazz scanned the list a second time before setting the datapad down on the desk.
"The terms for ransom are agreeable. They will be paid where and as specified." He informed the messenger evenly.
The nervous mech nodded and seemed decidedly relieved to get out of the room.
Menchet waited for the door to close. "They have noble backing, Lord Jazz. No commoner knows we do this, nor could one so accurately judge Lord Prowl's worth."
"I know. The fact is troubling." Jazz sighed, sinking into the nearest chair and looking up at the mech had started to rely on since Prowl's capture. After a moment's consideration he reached out across the bond, feeling for his mate. Prowl was there, alive, aware and no longer afraid. In fact, his mate was leaning towards severely pissed off.
~Love?~ Jazz asked, nudging at Prowl carefully but not hiding the fact that he was beyond relieved to feel his mate again.
~Jazz?~ Prowl reached back, giving the first sign that something was seriously wrong. The response was slow, disjointed and thick with the aching of many wounds left untended. ~House Mindsweeper,~ he forced himself to focus, to get the information to his mate before he blacked out again.
~Understood.~ Jazz responded even as he felt the connection fade once more. He sent a surge of love for Prowl over the bond, even if his mate could not feel it or respond, before refocusing on the present.
"House Mindsweeper," He repeated, looking up at Manchet.
"Mid level House in Kaon. They have a strong inheritance as hosts and telepaths," he paused, a disturbed look crossing his hansom features. "The origin House of your brother's First Bonded."
"I know." Jazz responded, his own voice taking on a grim tone as he contemplated that. "The question now being is this an act of the House proper, or the act of a rouge individual."
"Lord Prowl will know when we pay the ransom," Manchet said firmly. "His price will require effort to arrange in time."
Jazz nodded in agreement and started to set in motion getting the ransom arranged for his mate.
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Jazz worked to maintain a level of calm on the outside that he certainly did not feel on the inside. They had everything that had been on the ransom list for Prowl's return. They were at the designated location at the designated time. So far whoever was the mastermind behind the uprising had followed old tradition to the letter. If things continued as they had the other side should show up with their captive, confirm that their demands were met, and make the exchange.
He still felt better with the selection of elite guard that stood at his back, Manchet at his side as they watched the approaching party. He picked out Prowl immediately; he was the only Praxian, and the only one that wasn't walking right. Though he was visibly doing his best to stand straight and walk steadily, it wasn't really working.
The bond cracked open with a wash of relief and restrained pain. ~It is good to see you, love.~
~Love.~ Jazz answered with love and relief, feeling and evaluating his mate across the bond as much of his attention focused on the other approaching mecha. ~You'll be free soon.~
~Don't trust anything,~ he managed before stumbling. He would have dropped to his knees if Megatron hadn't grabbed his shoulder to keep him upright.
~I won't.~ Jazz promised, wings flaring just slightly at the treatment of his mate as he focused on Megatron and motioned to the gathered ransom. "Your demands, complete."
"Your Lord, still functioning," Megatron replied with a sneer as he motioned a handful of microbots, likely symbiots, to check the ransom.
~Soundwave,~ Prowl gritted his denta.
Distracted, Jazz poured more effort into the bond. ~What?~ He asked, even as his wing twitched slightly.
It was enough to catch Manchets attention, and to alert the rest of the guard to be on the ready.
~Lord ... Mindsweeper,~ Prowl managed before dropping into stasis in Megatron's grip while mecha moved forward to gather the ransom.
Jazz waited until they had looked everything over. "It is all there. The exchange." He said pointedly, motioning two of the guard forward so they could collect Prowl.
No matter how much he wanted to collect his mate himself, to hold Prowl in his arms and feel that pulse of his mate's spark close to his own as a tangible assurance that Prowl was functioning, it was not his place.
He was still in command of the army, of this operation, the exchange. He would have to wait to satisfy his own desires. He would have to make do with watching as Prowl was carried back to his side with far more care than Megatron gave him.
As Prowl passed within wing-reach of his mate, all pit broke loose. Blaster fire and detonations erupted all around.
::Defensive retreat.:: Jazz ordered, going on reflex as he moved into position to defend himself and his mate. ::We have what we came for.::
He realized in an instant that the order hadn't made it to his forces even as Manchet roared the order out loud and everyone fell into an organized effort as the well trained and drilled unit they were. It was a sick sense of deja vu as Jazz realized they were massively out numbered once more and losing warriors fast. He fell back beside those protecting Prowl, knowing that backup was already being sent for and afraid in his spark that would not arrive in time.
Another explosion tore into the forces, but not on the Praxian side. Another and a third, this time close enough that Jazz could track it from the ground to the air ... to Vosian wings. Nearly a score of trines worth of Seekers spread out in a strafing run to protect the retreating Praxians.
Slightly surprised but not about to argue at the appearance of allies, Jazz took down a mech blocking his path and coordinated the extraction of his mate and remaining warriors. The hum of an incredibly powerful weapon cycling up caught his attention to behind them and to Megatron, who was pointing his fusion cannon directly at Prowl's back.
::Move.:: Jazz snapped, even though all that came out audibly was a growl as he turned on the miner turned revolutionary, determined to take him down, or at least save his mate if he could not. He had his sights lined up just in time to see a bolt from above hit Megatron, freezing him in some kind of thin crystal coating, then a red and white Seeker transform and landed without breaking to put all that momentum into a blade slice.
It was testament to Megatron's armor and sturdy construction that he didn't shatter, though the blade did cut deeply from shoulder to near his spark chamber.
Jazz checked his attack mid-spring, landing smoothly and turning to the newcomer as his HUD supplied and identity.
Lord Starscream, Royal House of Vos.
The Seeker turned his helm and grinned at him. "Think this is enough for Prowl to stop objecting?"
"That is a question he will have to answer." Jazz replied, acknowledging the assistance and offering a wave of thanks. "Once the medics have seen to him."
"They'll have time to now," Starscream nodded and pulled his sword out, using a pede for leverage. "Want the kill?"
"Your catch, your kill." Jazz said with a tilt of his helm, acknowledging the honor being offered and respectfully declining. "I will see my Lord and my warriors from the battlefield, and remember the your aid to him."
"That is all I ask for it," Starscream canted his wings respectfully to the First Chosen and First Lieutenant of the sire of the mech he was attempting to court. "Somebody get that 'path already!" he bellowed at the organized chaos that was his forces.
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The medical wing of the House of Shining Sun was still full of the recovering, and Jazz had arrived early enough to check on some of warriors he knew were out of stasis and on their way to recovery.
Satisfied with the progress and the level of good spirit, he proceeded back to the private corner of the ward. Prowl had been unconscious when he had arrived, and Keepsafe had elected to keep him under medical stasis once she saw the extent of the damage.
The missing sensor wing panel that had been sent to Jazz was just one of many injuries that Praxian Lord had suffered both on the battlefield and after his capture. That fact that he had been kept on starvation rations during his imprisonment had not helped matters either.
But Keepsafe had finally contacted Jazz today to inform that she was ready to lift the medical induced stasis, and given him a time. When his mate would actually regain functioning once the stasis was lifted was anyone's guess, but Jazz had found a few breems to at least see Prowl repaired and hope that his mate would have a moment or two of consciousness to share as he entered the private room.
He wasn't the least bit surprised to see Thunderstorm there. Of all Prowl's creations, the one he carried was still the closest to him. Stardancer was also holding her second sparkling, a slender and feisty mech less than twenty vorns old. Noting who was missing also reminded Jazz of the advantage of having a large and well-trained family; they took much of the burden when things got tough.
Jazz greeted them all, taking the sparkling and bouncing the little one until he was giggling in delight before handing him back over, soothed by holding such an innocent spark, even if it was not one that had come from his own.
His gaze slid over the unconscious mech, still facedown on the berth from the last of the repairs to his sensor panels. On the surface his mate looked almost whole and complete, but Jazz had not forgotten the mental slowness so uncharacteristic of his mate and the fuzziness of the bond the last time they had spoken, and his spark would not be completely settled until it was sure that Prowl was well and whole.
"I know you are all eager to speak to him, but please remember that just because I am lifting the medical stasis does not mean he will wake, as he would from a normal surgery," Keepsafe reminded them. "He may remain in recharge for orns if his systems need it."
"We know." Stardancer told her, nuzzling her sparkling's helm gently as the little one wiggled in her arms.
Jazz stepped closer, enough so that his field touched his mate with ease but not so close that Keepsafe would have reason to get after him, or that he would be in danger if Prowl were to start awake and react before his processor was fully functioning. Given how he'd gone down, that was more likely than Jazz cared to think about. He knew Stardancer was keeping distance for exactly that reason.
With a nod Keepsafe moved forward and connected to Prowl to carefully undo the locks she'd put in place to keep him under while she put him back together. She smiled slightly when she felt his consciousness rise into normal recharge and stabilize there.
"He has accepted the directive to stand down from battle readiness," she said with real relief. "He's in normal recharge now. He'll feel your sparks if you reach for him."
The permission was too much for Jazz, and he dropped the block on the bond without even trying to slow the flood of emotion across it. Relief, worry, and all the love he felt for the mech arranged on the berth before washed across the connection as he stepped closer, daring to take Prowl's hand in his own even if there was to be no response in the moment.
On the other side of the bond emotions exploded. Relief. Love. Pride. Gratitude. But most of all, safe. Prowl was in recharge, but that didn't mean he wasn't feeling.
Jazz caught himself on the edge of the berth as his entire frame sagged in relief. Across the room Stardancer's wings fell from their tense hold as she received a response as well.
"He's all right." Jazz murmured without really thinking, just happy that Prowl was there and responding.
"Good," Keepsafe relaxed herself.
"Is he going to wake up?" Thunderstorm asked, his voice low out of respect for his carrier.
"He's trying." Jazz said, feeling the shifting effort in his mate and simply offering acceptance and support for whatever Prowl could manage.
Silence fell as Prowl struggled to force his sluggish, freshly repaired systems to give him a klik or two of consciousness before sinking fully into the recharge he knew he needed so badly. He wanted his own berth. He wanted to be on his back. He wanted a warm frame snuggled against his, preferably two.
Gradually golden optics lit, dimly, and Prowl tipped his helm to face Jazz. He couldn't focus, but he knew it was his mate, his love, and the pulse of grateful recognition through the bond confirmed it.
~Won or lost?~ Prowl needed to know.
Jazz leaned forward to kiss his mate, gentle and chaste but so very full of welcome and love.
~Won, at least so far that Megatron is no longer functioning. A fact we will need to discuss later.~ Jazz informed him gently. ~The House is recovering. And waiting for their Lord to be up and leading them once more.~
~They will have to accept you for more orns,~ Prowl murmured with regret, already feeling his strength fading. ~I doubt I could roll over right now, much less reach our berth.~
~Once you have rested.~ Jazz promised with another kiss. ~Thunderstorm and Stardancer are here.~ He added, glancing at their second creation in invitation and twitching a wing at Stardancer.
Instead of turning his helm, and thus having to lift his body a bit, Prowl twitched his wing in greeting to the pair.
Stardancer approached and leaned down to kiss Prowl lightly, just catching the sparkling's hand before he patted his creator. ~We were worried. Rest, and when you are well Macris has new tricks to show you.~
~Look forward to it,~ Prowl responded.
"We were so worried about you, creator," Thunderstorm murmured as he placed a hand on Prowl's shoulder just above the wing joint. "Recharge. I will take you to your berth when Keepsafe allows it."
Prowl murmured and allowed his optics to power down as he drifted into a deep recharge for healing.
Jazz continued to stroke his mate's armor until he felt Prowl settle completely into recharge before stepping back and looking to Keepsafe. "How long before you'll release him?"
"If all continues to go well, he may recharge in his own berth tonight," she responded with a smile. "He is past any significant danger."
Stardancer's wings fluttered hopefully, Jazz's flicked in response as he looked to Thunderstorm. "Comm me when you move him. If I return to work now I should have things done by this evening."
"Yes, creator," Thunderstorm flicked his wings in a promise. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"I believe some of the warriors were cleared to return to active duty this orn. The sooner we can get them back into the rotation the easier it will be on all of those on duty. Can you see to the roster?" Jazz asked, sorting through the long list of tasks still before him before he could rejoin his mate for recharge.
"Yes, creator," he agreed easily, turning on heal to see to it.
Jazz watched as Stardancer left with Macris, off to deposit the sparkling with his guardian and see to her own duties about the House. She had blossomed under Prowl's approval and how much he entrusted her with, and the two strong, healthy sparklings had given her even more confidence in her place. She didn't even see how much of a relief it was to Prowl and Jazz to have those domestic duties off of their list of responsibilities.
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