A.... Pirate

Chapter 15

Still Prowl's pov)

My optics widened as (y/n) stumbled in gripping her bleeding side. I rushed to her slipping one of her arms over my shoulders and helping her through Aspen closing and locking the door.

"(Y/n), what happened?" I asked frantically sitting her on the couch

"Oh. Har... they be... they be still out thar lookin' fer me...." she vented hard, "thar's... thar's no spacebridges... bridges up 'n ready...t'... t' many.." I shakily started to dress her wound, "many o' th' elite guard... crackin' them down... me bucko said it had somethin' t' do.. do wit' decepticons.. attackin' them.. ah frag.." her optics fluttered

"Shh. Stop talking.." Aspen spoke placing a roll of bandages in my servo, "It will irritate the wound."

(Y/n) didn't complain as I started to wrap her wound the bandages tinting a blue color. I helped her lay down acutely aware of Aspen in the corner of the room. She quickly fell into recharge. I gently stroked her cheek with the back of my digits. She subconsciously leaned into the touch a quiet purr leaving her vocalizers.

I couldn't help but smile at her. I turned my helm when Aspen placed a box on table. I looked up at her confused.

"It's a memory box. Has a sparkling book and stuff in there." She sat cross stabilizered at the head of the table, "I wanted to look through it again, I generally do when I feel alone, feel free to look through it yourself."

I nodded slightly as she moved the lid from the box. I couldn't help but peak the contents. The first thing I noticed was a small music box. I pulled it out and inspected it.

"That old thing hasn't worked since (y/n) left for the pirates." Aspen spoke swiping through a datapad, "By my little muffin used to love that thing... I could never figure out why."

I nodded slightly setting it aside curiously pulling out what looked like a datapad full of news clippings.

Pirates in Koan?
Read at pages A7-8

I looked down at the picture seeing (y/n) in a large groups of bots I didn't recognize. She had a large grin on her face her optics lined in black. Kinda similar to what the humans would call "cat eyeliner" it's an odd way of describe something, but I guess it made sense.

I swiped to the next one to see another news clipping. And another and another. I looked back at (y/n) comparing her now to the mug shot here. She looked much more youthful in the photo as she "flipped the bird."

"That's her seventeenth one." Aspen suddenly spoke, "She knew the elite guards photographers by designation."

"How did you find all of this?" I asked looking at the security footage of (y/n) swinging by

"I think you can guess my ways." Aspen spoke

I hummed in response and continued to look at the datapad. I stared at the letter or at least part of a letter anyway.

"Um Aspen?" She hummed in response, "What's this?" I spoke showing her the letter

Aspen started at it and sighed, "You don't know who her sire is do you?"

"She never told me." I admitted slowly looking back at her form

"I suppose I know the reason for that." Aspen spoke looking away

"Who is he?" I asked leaning forward slightly

Aspen shook her helm, "I shouldn't tell you.. it's not my place.. those are letters to her sire she always asked me to send." She sighed, "Since he was always traveling I couldn't send them... I didn't want to break her little spark..."

I nodded slightly, "Whose her sire?"

She sighed heavily and murmured something under her vents, "You don't need to know.."

"But I do. I want to under stand your daughter better." I spoke leaning forward

"And that's what I'm afraid of... I'm afraid I'll just ruin the life she crafted for herself by just telling you.." Aspen spoke worried

I nodded staring at her.

She slumped her shoulder plates, "Fine... how many bounty hunters do you know?"

I shrug, "A couple why?"

"Do you know of Lockdown?" She asked

My optics widened, "You don't mean?"

She simply nodded in reply, "Lockdown is (y/n)s biological sire."