The Shadow of Kaon

Wingless

This chapter will be a bit gore near the end, so if you are not comfortable with that, don't read it.

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On their way back to the Nemesis, the femme wrapped herself in silence by disconnecting her com-link from every possible channel, making her mind clear from any disruption so she could have a few minutes alone with her own thoughts.

She saw countless deaths through the course of the war and even killed some herself too, of course... But this time, seeing one of her comrades die before her felt different. With the others, she didn't know if they were the result of a split Spark with a twin somewhere, but with Skyquake and Dreadwing... Whenever these mechs were together, they always worked in perfect sync, never needing to discuss things loudly before taking action, as if an invisible link had connected them.

Dreadwing was always the more reserved type, rather staying silent and keeping Skyquake in check when he went over the line with his stubborn behavior, but overall, both mechs followed protocols and kept the soldiers in their team in good care. On the battlefield they were unstoppable, with each strike they led together against the Autobots ending with a victory, and always staying close enough to see each other through the chaos of the fight, covering the other's back when necessary. Darkwing always looked up to the duo, but now, with one of them joined to the Allspark...

'He probably already knows that Skyquake is dead.'

Not wanting to think more on the matter, the femme blamed this overly emotional state on the lack of Energon in her system, noting to herself that after they get back, her first trip should lead to the canteen to catch up on the forgotten dosages, and as on the edge of the horizon the ship's outlines started to appear, she couldn't help but accelerate her speed, hoping to leave this whole day behind for good as soon as possible.

When they finally reached the flight deck on top of the ship and transformed, she continued her silence by staring down toward her peds with her servos crossed before herself, taking a few steps toward the entrance gate of the vessel.

"I... I will be in my berthroom, if you need me." She muttered softly, her digits lightly scraping the paint job on her crossed servos. "I will send my report to you about the events later on today, but now I think I will just get a cube and rest." The seeker turned her helm to the side, glancing at the silent mech behind. "Is this acceptable?"

As Soundwave nodded, Darkwing took a few more steps forward, only to suddenly get stopped by a firm, but not hurtful tug on her right middle wing's tip by one of the mech's tendrils.

It took a lot of self-control not to just hit away his cable or shake it off her wing, but even if she didn't want to react, the seeker couldn't stop herself from digging her digits into her servos deeper than before.

"Soundwave, please." The femme shook her helm narrowly. "I don't have the energy for this now."

But he didn't ease his hold on her. Instead, with a quick pull, the mech turned her around and reached out, grabbing her left wrist too, doing something so surprising that Darkwing froze down completely.

He hugged her.

The silent mech's servos pulled her tightly against himself, wrapping around her frame along with his extra cables that gripped her arms and wings, not letting her back away. It felt like Soundwave put all of his deep hidden emotions into this action, even creaking her metal slightly as his digits pushed her helm to his chassis, but with his digits grasping her tightly, he still stayed completely noiseless.

First, this move only made the femme's optics widen with shock and surprise.

Was he really just hugging her? Soundwave? The famously emotionless mech of the