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in1-nutshell · 18 days ago

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It's time to bring in the sad can I request old predacon buddy who knows their time is coming but is just hiding it from everyone they care for and have met and if they pass away let there be a huge funeral to honor the dragon who everyone cared/ loved. While everyone may be sad they end up meeting a buddy whose similar to old predacon only to realize it's him reincarnated with or without his memory and they're jusy happy to see him even if he doesn't realize it yet.

All right we are getting some angst today!

Hope you enjoy!

Steel Mauler's death

SFW, Platonic, Angst, Familial, Character death, Cybertronian reader

RID

There were rare and recorded instances when a Cybertronian died of old age.

Mainly blamed by the war, many bots had never thought of facing their own moratilty on the hands of something other than a blade or blaster.

Steel Mauler never thought that they would even last this long.

Being a Predacon, a gladiator, archivist, surviving a war…

To know that they were at the end of the line and not because of a physical cause was a bit scary.

But the aching joints, slight rusting and increase sleepiness, these were some of the signs they had seen with the older bots in their younger days.

The end was coming.

And it was coming fast.

Steel Mauler was heading to the scrapyard’s gates. Russel runs over with a bowl of popcorn. Russel: “Hey, where are you going? The movies about to start.” Steel Mauler: “I’m sorry Russel, but I am going on a walk right now.” Russel: “In the dark? At night?” Steel Mauler: “Exactly.” Russel: “Should I get someone to—” Steel Mauler: “This is a solo walk, Russel. I appreciate the thought though.” Russel: “Okay… Just remember to be back soon!” Steel Mauler laughs a bit. Steel Mauler: “All right, now shoo, your movie is starting… that includes you two as well.” Strongarm and Sideswipe come from behind the aisles a bit sheepish. Steel Mauler: “You kids head off now or I will tell Bumblebee what happened last patrol.” Strongarm and Sideswipe: “Yes Steel Mauler!”

These ‘walks’ were nothing new.

Steel Mauler loved taking walks on slow days.

Though the objective now wasn’t to find a nice place to see the birds, but a good resting place for… for when they eventually passed on.

There was no way they were going to go offline in front of the younger bots.

They would not put them through that grief.

It would be better this way.

On some days, Steel Mauler would bring some of the team on these walks.

With their shortened time, the predacon decided to take one day to spend with each member of the team.

Every member, including Denny and Russel.

It didn’t need to be a grand gesture, even a simple chat was enough for them.

It was still in character for Steel Mauler, so no one questioned the time alone with the elder Predacon.

…Though there was one who was starting to suspect something was going on.

Steel Mauler is walking through the woods with Grimlock by their side. They had not said anything in a bit trying to find a certain bird that lived close by. The only sounds besides the birds where the bots pede steps and the occasional creeking of the Predacon’s joints. Grimlock: “…You okay?” Steel Mauler: “Hmm?” Grimlock: “Are you okay? Something seems off.” Steel Mauler just smiles at him. Steel Mauler: “Everything is going to be all right Grimlock.” The Dinobot did not look convinced. Steel Mauler gently stretches a wing out and drapes it over him, an almost side hug. Steel Mauler: “Let’s not dwell on the subject, I think the nest is close by.” Grimlock: “Really?! Where!?” Steel Mauler: “Shh, you’ll scare them off. Come here and quietly Grimlock.” Later that evening… Steel Mauler is resting in the scrapyard when they hear pede steps coming their way. It was Bumblebee. Steel Mauler: “Bumblebee? Is there something wrong?” Bumblebee: “No, but Grimlock did say he felt something was wrong with you. Are you okay? Do you need fix it to see you?” Steel Mauler: “I am fine Bumblebee.” Bumblebee raises an optic. The predacon sighs before beckoning the yellow mech to their side. Steel Mauler: “You can sit here and watch over me if you are unsure.” Bumblebee: “That trick isn’t going to work on me Mauler. You want me to sleep and that is not happening tonight.” The predacon shrugged but kept the area unchanged. Bumblebee stands for a minute before sitting by their side, getting draped with one of Steel Mauler’s wings. They chuckle a bit. Bumblebee: “Not a word.” A bit more chuckling escapes the older bot. They look at the young leader and give him a soft smile. Steel Mauler: “…You are a good leader Bumblebee. Don’t let anyone tell you different my boy.” Bumblebee looks at them a bit confused. Bumblebee: “Um… okay?” Steel Mauler just gives him a tired look and goes to sleep. The former scout soon follows suit.

They could feel their time was coming closer and closer.

Contact with Cybertron and Optimus’s team were out of range and question.

So, there was one final group Steel Mauler needed to talk to.

The original human members of Team Prime.

Imagine the surprised look on Raf’s face hearing the old Predacon through his phone.

The young man was quickly able to get Jack, Miko, Agent Fowler and June to join a group call with the Predacon.

It was a nice chat; it left them a bit choked up hearing the kids sound so grown and well.

As painful as it was, they said goodbye to the human’s, saying that they would all see each other one day.

A couple days later, after a bit of effort to stand up without shaking, they knew.

Today was the day.

Collecting themselves best they could, the predacon walked over to the team and acted like every other day.

Steel Mauler found themselves staring more closely at each member to the team, trying to burn their faces into their processor.

Finally, the early evening came, it was time to go.

No one thought of anything when Steel Mauler quietly went over and hugged them goodbye before leaving.

It was a bit of a harder trek through the wooded and slightly mountainous area with what little strength was seeping out.

The elder Predacon made it to their final destination.

A quiet little cliffside cave with a beautiful look of the sunset.

Steel Mauler carefully warmed the ground with the last bits of their flame before laying down.

They were so tired and sore…

A nap sounded good right now…

Optics gently closing as the sun finally set...

As gently as the sun went down, the predacon’s colors slowly began turning grey and mute.

The first stars twinkled in the night.

The old Predacon was gone.

A couple of hours pass as the Bee team and Optimus’s recently arrived team are looking for Steel Mauler. Optimus is searching by the cliff side. Optimus: “Steel Mauler? Steel Mauler if you can hear me--.” He notices a large frame coming from inside a nearby cave. He goes over and freezes seeing the grey and cool frame. Optimus: “Steel Mauler… This cannot be…” He slowly walks over to the frame, kneels and gently places Steel Mauler’s helm in his lap. The Prime stiffens an incoming sob and instead goes to Bumblebee’s direct com line. Optimus: “Bumblebee, you may tell the others the search is over.” Bumblebee: “Oh? That’s great. You have Steel Mauler with you then.” Optimus: “…Is there anyone else with you currently?” Bumblebee: “…Not anymore. Optimus what’s going on? What happened?” Optimus takes a shaky vent, gently patting his old friend’s helm. It was cold… they hated the cold… Optimus: “…Steel Mauler has gone offline. There is no sign of struggle or injuries. I believe these were of natural causes.” There is a sharp and shaky intake from Bumblebee’s side. Bumblebee: “I’m heading to your coordinates, wait for us there.” Optimus goes to protest, bringing everyone here all at once, but decides against it. Optimus: “I will be here.”

To put the entire team’s reaction into one word, it would have been devastated.

A funeral was held a few days later.

Jack, Miko, Raf, Agent Fowler and June had been alerted of Steel Mauler’s passing and had attended the funeral.

A moment of communication was made to the last remaining members of team Prime of their passing.

A bittersweet reunion for everyone.

It was a time of grief and mourning, especially for the older members that had history with Steel Mauler.

It would only be a matter of time before they would all be reunited in the Well of the Allspark.

A month later a groundbrigde had opened up in the scrapyard and a bot fell out.

The new bot dusts themselves off. Bumblebee and Optimus were at the front of the ground, trying to see the new bot through the dust. The dust settled down and it was a gut punch. The new bot looked very similar to a young Steel Mauler, right before they started their time in the gradatory pits. Buddy: “Hi there! The names Buddy and I want to join your team!” Bumblebee: “Huh?” Buddy: “I’m Buddy and—” Bumblebee: “No I heard that, but…” Buddy: “Oh! You’re all confused about why I’m here. I heard that you guys need some help rounding up some dirty Con’s and figured since I don’t have anything better to do, to lend ya a servo.” Bumblebee looks at Optimus for guidance. The poor Prime is just fixated on the younger version of his dead friend. Bumblebee: “We’ll talk and then—” Buddy jumps up and hugs him tightly. Buddy: “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” Bumblebee a bit choked up seeing the familiar fire in the youngling’s optics: “S-Sure.” It was almost like looking into Steel Mauler’s same optics all over again. Maybe Primus had given them a small mercy and had brought them back. Either way, it was good to feel that Steel Mauler wasn’t all gone.

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