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And if you lose your way
that god blessed you
Breathe.
Chromebolt sat there numbly. He said he would be back three cycles ago. There was no way that he would abandon them. He loved both Blitzkrieg and her too much to abandon them. Which is why it shocked her when he said he was going to take this last mission. Blitzkrieg had just been brought online a few cycles prior to his sudden mission. Every cycle she could hear the Seekers getting closer. Skywarp in particular was getting too close for comfort. His unstable warp drive and thrusters made his engine stand out more than Thundercracker and Starscream.
Blitzkrieg nuzzled into his sire’s arms with a quiet chirp. Her optics welling again as she knew that a decision had to be made to protect the sweet sparkling. He was perfect in her optics, just like his carrier. They couldn’t stay here any longer though. Blitzkrieg was too young, he needed regular exams from the likes of Ratchet and First Aid in order to continue to grow at an acceptable rate. The powder blue and white bitlet was recharging in her arms, blissfully unaware that their whole lives would be changing.
The communicator frequency which she had disabled, now buzzed back to life. The Autobots frantically request for her to report in. She vented deeply before standing up with her sparkling in her arms. Her Conjunx was supposed to be joining her and Blitzkrieg. The tears continued to steadily flow from her icy blue optics.
This is my street
I smile at the faces I’ve known all my life
They regard me with pride
And everyone’s sweet
They say, “You’re going places."
Without much hesitation, Chromebolt headed back to base. The spark in her arms was all she had left of her Conjunx. The two of them were some of the brightest scientific minds on Cybertron. At least that is what the two of them were told constantly. She found her family amongst the scientists and even amongst the energon miners. Chromebolt had found a brother in Ironhide. They had similar frame builds, the only difference besides their paint color was their very different outlooks. Ironhide was more militaristic and chaotic in his approach to the war effort but Chromebolt was more analytical. The Cybertronian High Guard, now known as the Decepticons, had changed. They were not what her Conjunx once knew. He had been feeding her information on Shockwave’s research until he was able to come back to her. She could not lose hope that he would come back to her. He promised her. Conjunx Endura. Chromebolt’s spark was his. Her digits lightly tickled at the sensitive soft plating of their sparkling. A sad smile on her faceplate as she continued to walk out of muscle memory to her old home. There it was. The familiar, faded and worn door of the Autobot base. Home.
So how can I say that, while I was away
I had so much to hide?
Hey guys, it’s me
The biggest disappointment you know
The kid couldn’t hack it
She’s back and she’s walkin’ real slow
Welcome home, just breathe