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ART IS (C) ME!!! PLZ ASK BEFORE USING! 99% OF THE TIME I SAY YES ANYWAY, BUT PLEASE ASK ANYWAYS!
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"Master? Master Yoketron? Bang, where is that guy?"
"Master! Master are you...aw, no..."
Jazz slowly gathered the grey form into his arms. Warpath stood behind him in stunned silence for a moment, his servos shaking.
"KAPOW, who DID this?!" Warpath exploded, his servos clenching into fists. "When I find that little scrap of useless slagmetal I'll...!"
Jazz ignored him, still staring into the grey and beaten face of his master, coolant gathering on his dried optics. "What am I gonna do? Slaggit, Yoketron, you said you would help me...what am I gonna do now?" He looked up as Warpath's fist collided with a broken wall, shattering it. His spark clenched as the usually hearty mech's voice unwound in a keen of grief and fury.
"W-warpath..." He whispered. "Walk with me."
Warpath glanced up briefly, then he slowly nodded and helped pick up the second body next to the first, a mystery Jazz intended to solve.
Jazz carried the original, walking slowly through the building that had long been his home. Echoes of sage advice mixed in the empty air with the curses of the mech stumbling behind him. Jazz bowed his head and whispered to the grey shell in his arms.
"I'll find him, Master. I'll find out who destroyed ya...and whoever tried ta save ya."
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Yay for crappy writing!
Anyways, I was looking at some old ideas I had buried and I realized that no one ever drew what happened after Prowl left, or how the other students reacted, so I thought I'd whip something up and this is what happened.
Hope you all like my vent-fic. I think it turned out pretty good for two hours work, even if I still fail at backgrounds.
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I'd like to write/draw more, but I don't have a lot of time. :C If someone wants to adopt this plot bunny for now, please let me know. I'd love to read/see it!

Description
ART IS (C) ME!!! PLZ ASK BEFORE USING! 99% OF THE TIME I SAY YES ANYWAY, BUT PLEASE ASK ANYWAYS!
~~~
"Master? Master Yoketron? Bang, where is that guy?"
"Master! Master are you...aw, no..."
Jazz slowly gathered the grey form into his arms. Warpath stood behind him in stunned silence for a moment, his servos shaking.
"KAPOW, who DID this?!" Warpath exploded, his servos clenching into fists. "When I find that little scrap of useless slagmetal I'll...!"
Jazz ignored him, still staring into the grey and beaten face of his master, coolant gathering on his dried optics. "What am I gonna do? Slaggit, Yoketron, you said you would help me...what am I gonna do now?" He looked up as Warpath's fist collided with a broken wall, shattering it. His spark clenched as the usually hearty mech's voice unwound in a keen of grief and fury.
"W-warpath..." He whispered. "Walk with me."
Warpath glanced up briefly, then he slowly nodded and helped pick up the second body next to the first, a mystery Jazz intended to solve.
Jazz carried the original, walking slowly through the building that had long been his home. Echoes of sage advice mixed in the empty air with the curses of the mech stumbling behind him. Jazz bowed his head and whispered to the grey shell in his arms.
"I'll find him, Master. I'll find out who destroyed ya...and whoever tried ta save ya."
~~~
Yay for crappy writing!
Anyways, I was looking at some old ideas I had buried and I realized that no one ever drew what happened after Prowl left, or how the other students reacted, so I thought I'd whip something up and this is what happened.
Hope you all like my vent-fic. I think it turned out pretty good for two hours work, even if I still fail at backgrounds.
~~~
I'd like to write/draw more, but I don't have a lot of time. :C If someone wants to adopt this plot bunny for now, please let me know. I'd love to read/see it!