[Mirage had searched all over. Every corner of the haven had been inspected, some possibly even twice. Megatronus's temple, while he felt awkward being there, was empty, and so was Ironhide's room. It was like he...vanished. And Mirage feared that.
He'd already lost Ironhide once...
But it was time to face reality. The old bot was gone, and now it was just Mirage and Ratchet. And if that meant stepping up to the plate, then so be it. But first things first.
He wandered out to a rather vacant part of the Haven, and the feed clicks on to show him arranging debris in the most attractive way possible. It wasn't the BEST job he could have done, but for what he had to work with, it was pretty impressive. They were nothing more than large metal slabs, strong enough not to be moved, and smooth to the touch. He'd worked hard trying to find something sleek enough, and with a few edits of intricate design, they formed slight monuments, one larger than the other, and sat them side by side. Then, with a gold tipped finger, he ran it along the smooth metal front, etching Cybertronian lettering into them, the large first, and then the smaller one.
Ironhide. Que.
Back home he didn't have enough time to grant a proper funeral for either...but here, where the calm of the storm was endless, he could. He sat down facing them, as if he were sitting across from the bots themselves, with his arms on his knees, wings drooped down. Maybe he should have done Bumblebee and Sideswipe too...but he'd rather get concrete proof.
He couldn't give up on them. Not yet.]
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