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TFA 'verse. Cybertron. End Game.
Koko watched the cheering crowds, seeing them as from a distance that muted their adulation, then lowered her optics to the bier that held the body of her husband. Held in honor by Bumblebee, Ratchet, Bulkhead, and Jazz, it drew far more attention than the quiet, shadowy black femme that followed it.
Though no one really saw anything other than Optimus, Omega Supreme, and the prisoners.
That was as it should be, she thought as she watched Sari fire up her jetpack and hover at the front of the group, her blue optics wide with wonder. Prowl would not have wanted to gather attention to himself.
She looked toward the prisoners, seeing Witchblade's slender form in the shadow of Blackout's mighty one. Her spark ached for the young femme who she'd once mentored, but Witchblade had chosen her path and fought at Megatron's side there at the end. Now she stood, proud and disdainful of the gazes of the crowd and the sympathy of Myrrh, who hovered unobtrusively nearby.
"Koko?" Bandit tore her optics away from the wonders of Cybertron and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "How're you feelin'?"
"We're alright," said the black femme softly, her hand going to the panel beneath her spark where her child slept, his small robotic form curled contentedly. She still wasn't sure how she'd regained her Cybertronian form, but she was thankful that the little one had also made the transfer, as strange as the thought of a baby robot was. He'd been frightened, and even angry, as he'd felt the distress of her spark when Prowl's had faded. But Myrrh had spoken to him gently, and he had calmed.
Her optics returned to the bier, and she remembered with irony the words of that other Ratchet that she and Prowl had met in the Nexus, when he'd scolded her for bonding with a being who would undoubtedly outlive her.
As she watched Prowl's body was laid in state, and then Optimus was called away to speak with the council, Myrrh a small white shadow at his side and Ratchet a quiet bulwark at the other as Jazz brought up the rear.
Her optics followed them till they were out of sight, and then she walked over and looked down at the face of the shell that had once held a part of her own spark, her mouth moving slightly as she whispered a farewell. Master... he too is part of Your creation. Hold him in Your hands till all things are renewed. And give me the strength to continue on and teach his son what he needs to be the being that You would have him be.
Optics dark, she turned away, holding no idea of where she would go or what she would do at that moment.
"Koko?" said Arcee softly, her optics full of compassion and understanding. "I'm going back aboard Omega. Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes. That seems like a good idea," said the black femme quietly. "I should get some rest."
The older femme nodded silently, offering her an encouraging smile, then put an arm behind her back and led her back aboard their ship.
Though no one really saw anything other than Optimus, Omega Supreme, and the prisoners.
That was as it should be, she thought as she watched Sari fire up her jetpack and hover at the front of the group, her blue optics wide with wonder. Prowl would not have wanted to gather attention to himself.
She looked toward the prisoners, seeing Witchblade's slender form in the shadow of Blackout's mighty one. Her spark ached for the young femme who she'd once mentored, but Witchblade had chosen her path and fought at Megatron's side there at the end. Now she stood, proud and disdainful of the gazes of the crowd and the sympathy of Myrrh, who hovered unobtrusively nearby.
"Koko?" Bandit tore her optics away from the wonders of Cybertron and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "How're you feelin'?"
"We're alright," said the black femme softly, her hand going to the panel beneath her spark where her child slept, his small robotic form curled contentedly. She still wasn't sure how she'd regained her Cybertronian form, but she was thankful that the little one had also made the transfer, as strange as the thought of a baby robot was. He'd been frightened, and even angry, as he'd felt the distress of her spark when Prowl's had faded. But Myrrh had spoken to him gently, and he had calmed.
Her optics returned to the bier, and she remembered with irony the words of that other Ratchet that she and Prowl had met in the Nexus, when he'd scolded her for bonding with a being who would undoubtedly outlive her.
As she watched Prowl's body was laid in state, and then Optimus was called away to speak with the council, Myrrh a small white shadow at his side and Ratchet a quiet bulwark at the other as Jazz brought up the rear.
Her optics followed them till they were out of sight, and then she walked over and looked down at the face of the shell that had once held a part of her own spark, her mouth moving slightly as she whispered a farewell. Master... he too is part of Your creation. Hold him in Your hands till all things are renewed. And give me the strength to continue on and teach his son what he needs to be the being that You would have him be.
Optics dark, she turned away, holding no idea of where she would go or what she would do at that moment.
"Koko?" said Arcee softly, her optics full of compassion and understanding. "I'm going back aboard Omega. Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes. That seems like a good idea," said the black femme quietly. "I should get some rest."
The older femme nodded silently, offering her an encouraging smile, then put an arm behind her back and led her back aboard their ship.