It is well known that Optimus Prime cannot hold up a conversation to save his life. It was quite clear when Ratchet and Optimus were with Jazz and Cliffjumper. The two excited bots were trying to talk to the Prime but he was uncomfortably shooing them along.
"What do they want to talk about?" The Prime asked.
"They want to talk about Jazz and Prowl's bonding ceremony." Ratchet said and walked towards the med bay. Optimus however… was left in turmoil.
"Prowl?" Optimus asked.
"Yes, sir?"
"What of Star?"
"My sister?" Prowl questioned. He could feel the cut end of their sibling bond reaching out… but not finding its other half.
"I… I don't know Prime. I can't feel her through the bond… for all I know she could be dead," Prowl shrugged, his doorwings falling.
"We will try to find her Prowl. I'm sure your sister would enjoy your bonding ceremony." Optimus said.
Turning away, Optimus strode down the hall towards his office. Elita-One was sitting on his chair, looking at a datapad.
"Any luck?" Elita asked.
"No, he is insistent. As much as he would hates his sister not being here, she would rather him be bonded then crying out for his older sister. They may have been heirs, but now they are warriors." Optimus said.
With that, they went on their search, searching for the Lost Praxian Princess… the last femme Praxian… their last hope.
Prowl's vents blew a big puff of air out as he sat on his chair. He picked up an old Praxian datapad, the Royal carvings lining the metal frame showing its city and who the pad belonged to.
On it was a very well know Princess. Princess Starstrider. An unknown warrior discovered when she fought to protect their family from an attack. His father was furious until the Prime thanked Star for it. Then every heir learned to fight, mech and femme.
Prowl traced Star's elegant design. Her helm had been waxed, as well as the rest of her. Her optics, instead of their beautiful attractive gold, were blue, to show she was an Autobot.
Star, like many of the Praxian rulers, was an elementist. Prowl was as well. Star's, however, was the most powerful. The element of Amber. She could absorb any kind of elemental power. Star absorbed shadows from hiding in the dark for so long. Her black, crimson, and flame orange plating also adapted from it.
Star was a copy of him, only she had a yellow visor and more femme like parts. If she took her helm off, silky metal strands fell from her real helm. She was beautiful. Her doorwings were quite elegant.
Jazz walked in.
"Who's 'dat?" He asked, sounding jealous.
"My sister, Starstrider. She's older. The Enforcer Jumpstart. She's really cool. I just wish… I just wish she could have gotten her happy ending," Prowl murmured.
"Her… Her happy ending?"
"She's dead Jazz. She died protecting me," Prowl whispered feeling coolant tears build up. Meekly, Jazz nuzzled Prowl's head, crawled into his lap, and let him cry on his shoulder.
Ratchet looked at the video clip. He had been recording the youngling, Cliffjumper, for his creators.
"Hey Ratch," A femme's voice broke through. The camera turned. A female Prowl stood there, holding a younger Prowl. Cliffjumper and Prowl were close in age, minus about 6 or 7 vorns.
Prowl was chewing on some energon goodies. The rainbow colored treats staining Prowl's lips components.
"Starstrider-Jumpstart sorry… What are you doing here?" A younger Ratchet asked.
"Prowl isn't taking his rations. He's eating his treats, but won't drink any. I was wonderin' if there's something he managed to shove down his intake behind my back," Jumpstart said.
Ratchet watched as he checked out Prowl. His optics filtered coolant. Jumpstart… he missed his secret bondmate. Prowl, Optimus, and everyone else had no idea him and Jumpstart were an item.
The scene changed. Jumpstart loved to sing. And dance. It showed her dancing to a human song she hacked into.
Delusional by Simon Curtis, Nightcored by NightcoreReality.
"Hey Ratchet do you have any-." A bang interrupted Prowl.
He dropped the tray of energon. He was too busy staring at the datapad's screen. Star was dancing. Her slim frame dancing soundly with Ratchet.
The scene switched to them dating. While Ratchet was in Medical Academy, Star was in her finals, before Enforcement School. Star was laughing with Ratchet and their friends. Ironhide was there with Chromia and Arial and Orion Pax. Before they became war heroes, Prime, and Elita-One.
Prowl ran. He ran through the base. He ran past Ironhide and Chromia. He ran past Elita. And he ran to Prime, demanding answers, sputtering, chocking on his intake, and desperately trying to figure it out when… He crashed.
-3 orns later-
Ratchet looked at Prowl, laid out on the berth, recovering from the crash. Ironhide patted his shoulder.
"Don't worry mech," Ironhide said.
"Don't worry? I've worried for years when boom, connection lost. I'm always worried," Ratchet bite his bottom lip component.
"To lose my bond with her and him was hard. It was harder when Prowl would cry out for her or me and reach out with his spark. The fake connection was all I could provide…" Ratchet turned away from Prowl's recharging frame.
"Fake bond?" A new voice pierced the tense air.
"Jazz, what are you doing here?" Ironhide asked.
"No, I'm the one who's gunna ask the questions," Jazz growled, not bothering with his human accent.
"Now, Prowler said he lost 'is connection at 23 vorns. Are you sayin' he lost the connection when 'e was younger?" Jazz asked, furious.
"Four vorns," Ratchet whispered.
"What?" Jazz softened lightly at seeing Ratchet's hurt faceplates.
"He lost the connection at four vorns. Jumpstart…. Jumpstart disappeared. She at least got her Enforcer title and her badaft title and… and her adult name. It is rare for a bot's name to change like Optimus and Elita's. Jumpstart fit Star much better though," Ratchet smiled.
"Jazz?" A weak voice croaked.
"Prowler," Jazz ex-vented and hugged his soon-to-be-bondmate.
"I wish I was told sooner." Prowl whispered.
-somewhere deep in space-
A small ball of metal rolled slowly through space. The ball slowly transformed to a robot, curled up, it's arms around its knees, which were pressed up at its chest.
Silky metal, hair like almost, flowed around it's helm, a helmet wrapped between its legs and stomach.
Golden optics powered up, blue cycling over them.
"My turn Megatron."
Author Note: There you have it peeps! I will be posting the second chapter soon. Hell's demon… I need inspiration. I really don't have anything to add to it. I rushed though chapter 3 and it was terrible. I'm really sorry but I will try to soon.
