Little Lost Sparkling
Jazz grimly watch as the Towers fell. As a musician he had many contacts in the Towers and he knew where the most secure areas of life. The Towers built the nursery for sparklings in the most secure location at the time happens to be in center. Which was probably the most pragmatic thing they ever did when comes to abodes for the residence. Ratchet grumbling and gave him a list of sparklings that were in the Towers. Prowl even told him it was statistically it was highly unlikely that there is a survivor in the wreckage. Facts never deter Jazz and he went on instinct. Jazz was surprise that there is a small number of sparklings. Apparently the Towers were sensual but took preventive measures to make sure the unintended creations.
Jazz audio horns picks up crying as he was half way through list. He followed the sound as he entered the decimated nursery. The caretakers were all grey and so are the sparklings. The crying got louder inside the destroyed nursery, Jazz used his special ops training to try locate the source of the sound. At first he thought audio horns were playing tricks on him.
In the air vent is the source of the sound he kneel down. The vent is big enough for a sparkling to get into and plus it is also open. Jazz's visor lit up as he detects movement in the vent. Dusting of the vent stir around invisible form as it huddles in the vent.
"Hey tha' youngin." Speak Jazz sitting next to the opening.
The sparkling hugs his knees in response.
"Ah'm music mech Jazz." Spoke the saboteur. Still silence and he put a cube of Energon in front of the open air vent.
"My sire and carrier will come for me." Spoke small voice
"Nah kid they won't." spoke Jazz
"My friends…" spoke the small voice
"They are gone as well." Spoke Jazz no unsympathectic
"I am alone." Spoke the voice more frightened
Jazz cocked his helm at the sparkling and his visor lit up in surprise at the sight. Light frame small blue and white sparkling with golden optics, and just barely out of sparklinghood and his frame has dents in it.
"Is the Energon is for me?" ask the Sparkling
"Yes it is." Answer Jazz notice the whiteness in his optics from hunger.
"My parents said never talk to strangers." Spoke the sparkling. "I hide here when the mean ones come. I heard screaming and shouting now it is all quiet. People are grey and won't wake up from recharge."
"How did the attackers not see ya?" ask Jazz backing away slowly from the vent.
"Special power I can disappear." Smiled the Sparkling
Jazz watches the sparkling took cube of Energon in his grubby servos. The sparkling may be starving he drink in the polite manner.
"Everyone is grey?" ask the Sparkling as he finish off the cube.
"They gone to Primus." Said Jazz sadly.
Sparkling yawned and fell into recharge. Jazz pick him up carefully and carried him out of the nursery.
_Rachet glowered at the Saboteur as he put the recharging sparkling on the berth.
"He hasna woken up." Spoked Jazz in rush tone.
"Cool your parental protocols." Spoke Ratchet. "It had been two cycles since the fall of the Towers. The kid must be running on fumes. It means he is both hungry and exhausted."
"He has a Sigma ability." Spoke Jazz
Ratchet ran his scans on the recharging sparkling. "Mirage of the sparklings can turn invisible." The sparkling is not even in his first upgrade, fuel levels are not low, and he is stressed. "Jazz…."
"Ah needin talk ta Prowler."
Ratchet look at the Saboteur. "You better not being thinking what you are thinking. A…." looks at the patient. "Prowl may not be thrilled of adopting children. Jazz are you listening to me."
"Are you a medic?" ask the Sparkling
"Yes I am." Spoke Ratchet "How do you feel?"
"Tired and excited." Spoke the Sparkling
"Anyway what is your designation?" Ask Ratchet
"Doesn't that machine tell you my name?" Ask the Sparkling
"Yes, but it is less polite." Answered Ratchet
The blue and white sparkling scrunch up face in a pout then a frown. "I thought manners only matter to nobles."
"Yes they matter." Spoke Ratchet
"Then why you don't have any?" Ask the Sparkling "You are so grouchy. Are you sad?"
"It is part of my charm, kid." Spoke Ratchet
"My name is Mirage." Smiled the Sparkling in a giggle. "I never heard of being Grouchy is part of being charm." Then frown in thought. "Where is Jazz?"
"You want to know where he went to?" spoke Ratchet looks at Mirage "I get the feeling you are pretty good at sneaking off and wandering."
"I disabled a tracking system my parents put on me." Spoke Mirage in pride "I thought Jazz is playing Hide go Seek. He found me and it is my turn at being it."
Prowl looks at Jazz as he came in with look on his face that spoke determination. Prowl read the report Jazz found a sole survivor of the Towers fall. The sparkling is very young and was place at the advance training portion of the nobles nursery. Hiding in the venting duct is smart of the Sparkling. Prowl will want to train him for special ops. Which means Jazz will be his mentor.
"Yah heard about the sparklin ah found." Spoke Jazz
"The answer is no."
"What? You haven't heard what I said."
"I find the Sparkling will be more beneficial as Special Ops." Spoke Prowl "I fail see any real benefit to have an operative trained here."
"Prowl." Spoke Jazz in censorious tone. "He is not an operative but a child. Taking his sparklinghood and placin him special ops because he was able hide from a 'Con ain't right."
"I was created to be Enforcer and was trained as such." Spoke Prowl
"Mirage is not a mindless drone." Spoke Jazz
"Jazz, if your spark set on rearing him you must train him as an operative."
"Thanks Prowler." Smiled Jazz brightly "Come let's go tell Raj."
Ratchet groan at Mirage's logic processors. Mirage went back to recharge and is resting easily. The Orphanages were destroyed long ago and many sparklings were taken by the neutrals off world. The Towers kept theirs with them foolishly believe that their world will be untouched. It is no place for a sparkling being raised in a war. Despite the brave front Mirage is very scared. Jazz impetious hot head whom has no clue what it is like to be a parent.
"How is he Ratchet." Spoke Optimus Prime
"Mirage is in good health but I want him for observation." Spoke Ratchet
"Jazz wants to take him in."
"I suspected that much. " Nodded Optimus Prime. "It might be wise to let Jazz with him."
"I am not sure." Spoke Ratchet "He is just another orphan because of this war."
"I will have Kup test him." Spoke Optimus Prime
"Are you listening to me!" spoke Ratchet. "He is Youngling and not a grown mech that train as a soldier."
"The war is what this world is." Spoke Optimus Prime. "He is an orphan the Neutrals are gone there is only us to raise him."
"It does not mean we have to make our young in to monsters Optimus Prime." Spoke Ratchet.
"Are you fighting?" Ask Mirage sitting up on the berth
"We are not fighting." Answered Optimus Prime. "My name is Optimus Prime."
"Leader of the Autobots." Spoke Mirage in a faint smile.
"Would tell me what happen?" Ask Optimus
It was like any other day when his sire and carrier drop him off at the Centre of Younglings. Mirage personally never liked to go there the other younglings would pick on him because he is a lighter frame type. Some things cannot be helped his parents had an emergency meeting and the Youngling Centre is good way to make allies and connections for the future. Mirage was a little young for the Centre but his parents use money and influence to place him here. Most of the younglings there already just ignored Mirage's presence sometimes. Teasing Mirage and picking on him just not worth the scolding from caretakers that work there and the parents.
It was one of those days that the older younglings decided play Hide and Go Seek and Mirage was not it as usual. Mirage was thrilled about chance to play and he eagerly picked out his favorite hiding place. For a while things were quiet then they were series of explosions. Mirage from the vent watch as Seekers came in starting to shoot at the caretakers and other younglings.
"They will find me!" thought Mirage as he curl into tight little ball.
The seekers never bother with the vents. The room was torn apart of anything of value was taken. Mirage watch dully as the frames started to Grey. He stayed in the cramp vent waiting for someone come to get him. Carrier and Sire never came. Night came and Mirage walk out of the vent and look for energon. Finding some half eaten energon which he quickly consume it as he look at the grey frames.
"They are asleep." Spoke Mirage. So Mirages pokse at one of the youngling's body and trying to wake it up. "Please wake up." The body moved in to his vantage there was a massive hole in it where the spark chamber was. Mirage nearly screamed in terror and duct behind the vent. "This game is not fun anymore."
No one came in the morning. Mirage heard movement from outside and they were coming to kill him. First time in a long time he cried.
Optimus Prime strokes the small trembling body. "It is okay now you are safe."
:: A game saved his life.:: Commed Ratchet amazed.
::He had to witness the attack by the Seekers.:: Commed Optimus Prime ::Why did he not realize they are deactivated.::
::Mirage is very young and I suspect his age is the reason.:: Answer Ratchet. ::His processor couldn't understand what was happening to Mirage everyone was recharge and won't wake up.::
"Hey Boss bot." spoke Jazz
"Jazz!" smiled Mirage