Once a powerful and fierce warrior, StrikerBlaze, the queen of Megatron, now stood on the edge of the flight deck, tears glistening in her eyes. She had just witnessed the death of her father in a fierce battle with the Autobots. She couldn't fathom living without him, but she also didn't want to live with the pain and sorrow that came along with the loss.
As she stood there, lost in her thoughts, Megatron appeared behind her. He could see the darkness and despair hanging over her like a thick fog. "StrikerBlaze," he said softly, "you don't have to do this. Please step back from the edge."
But StrikerBlaze didn't move. She felt the weight of the loss crushing her, and she numbingly wondered if death would be a better alternative.
Megatron's optics widened when he saw her feet slip. Without thinking, he lunged forward and caught her by the servo. It was a close save; she could have easily fallen over the edge, but he was there to stop her.
StrikerBlaze was still in shock, and Megatron pulled her away from the edge. Gingerly, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close, offering comfort and stability. He knew that it wouldn't be easy to console her, but he also knew that he wouldn't let her go through it alone.
StrikerBlaze sniffled as she clung to Megatron, feeling safe and protected. Her grief was still overwhelming, but seeing Megatron's strength and care gave her hope. She knew she would need him in the coming days as she learned to live with the loss of her father.
In that moment, as they stood there, Megatron silently promised to be there for StrikerBlaze through thick and thin, for better or worse. And StrikerBlaze vowed to keep fighting, not just for herself but also for her loved ones who had passed on. Together, they would weather the storms and find a way to move forward.
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Transformers Prime: Fanfiction Short Stories
FanfictionShort Stories. Titles may not sound good. But the stories will be short sorry.
