I rested his helm gently in my lap, stroking my servos over his wounds. Here I was on the ground, holding my sire close.

I said that I would never look at his broken form again, I couldn't help it. I didn't cry, no, I was numb.

Numb because I have already cried over him before. Numb because this had already happened so many times before to me.

The mechs didn't know what to do. They watched me grieve over my sire in silence.

One of their helms turn to look behind me, and his posture immediately straightens. The others follow, standing in soldier-like form.

I feel a servo rest on my shoulder and the presence of a mech crouching down next to me. I didn't even need to look to know that it was him.

He snakes an arm around my waist and pulls me up, placing me against his chassis protectively.

"You will not scrap this mech, place him in the burial fields." He orders.

He guides me away from the pile and toward the ship. His arm is around my waist, as was mine around his.

We arrive at our quarters and walk in. He guides me over to the couch in the main room, and sets me down.

I watch as he heads to the energon storage and grabs two glasses. He returns and sit next to me, handing a glass my way. I greatfuly take it and take a sip, as does he.

"Are you alright my dear?"

I give a barely noticeable nod as I take another sip.

"Now, I hope that you had a pleasant recharge last night because tonight, you start your training."

I gulp and take a big swig of the energon, finishing it.

He stands and walks over to me and grabs my arm, pulling me up. He guides me to another room in his quarters in which I have not been before...

There are several rows of weapons, mostly snipers. The room is long, with a target at the end.

"You need to know how to shoot to be a hunter." He informs me.

He grabs a sniper from a row and loads it, then handing it to me.

"Now watch me."

I see him step in the line of the target, well away from the board. I watch as his face transforms back and a giant sniper takes its place.

He shoots at the target three times and then stops. I peer down to the target in amazement... all three hit the bulls eye in one spot.

I hear his face transform back whilst I still continue to stare at the target.

"You will have aim like that in time. Come, it is your turn."

Before he can grab my arm, I whirl around and aim the gun at his head.

"Give me one good reason not to kill you." I growl.

His lips curl into a smirk.

"I have a kill order on your sparkling at all times. If you misbehave, she's gone."

I stare at him straight in his optics, not moving.

After a minute or so, I slowly lower the gun, not breaking optic contact.

As soon as I do, he slams me into the wall with his servos curled around my neck. I choke and try to pry his servos off me. He just squeezes harder.

"I warned you about the consequences if you misbehaved." He spat.

I try to stop struggling but still hold onto his servos.

"Now, will you behave?"

He slams me back into the wall with great force. I quickly nod, trying not to pass out. He shoves me to the ground.

"Get up." He growls.

I shakily stand, trying to regain my breath. I look over at him while rubbing my neck cables. He throws the sniper at my feet.

"Now, let's start."

ohhhhhhh slag just got real

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-Avalanche