Reassignment

Author's Foreword:

I got thinking one day, how did the transtectors from the end of Masterforce would live after the events? Sure, apparently they all got transferred to another sector where they kept on fighting Overlord and his soldiers but finding that extremely boring and mundane, a thought came across, well 2 to be exact.

1 - I don't really care much for the Japanese G1 continuity as a cannon part of Transformers, I don't know, that;s just me but I still find it great to watch nonetheless! Remember? Kinda grew up with that stuff! Kup, Blurr and Rodimus Prime are not in this fic ... why? Well, as many problems as I may have with the Japanese continuity, I still try to keep some more important events part of the fic. I mean I cried when Kup and Blurr left ... I was happy that Rodimus was finally gtfoing but did he really have to take Kup and Blurr? That bastard will pay! XD

2 - they would meet members of the original Ark crew at some point ... I mean come on! We all want to see our favorite characters get referenced in the new series and episodes!

So I began thinking and a few scenes came to mind! Like the one where Minerva first meets Grimlock and then another one in the last chapter! There are 4 in total!

As I was writing this, I had quite a bit of trouble with the story but I think I managed to figure it out!

Some of you may be wondering why I didn't present this before but I wanted to polish it around ... I am sorry, too many projects!

Speaking of which! There is a reference to one of my future projects here!

This one I figured I would try on my own ... to see how far I have gotten in terms of skill, ability, grammar, so on and so forth. Be gentle or I will cry!

A little heads up, Jazz' accent can be a little hard to get ... I am trying to replicate his speech on paper ...

Chapter 1

"Bye guys," Minerva waved to Cab and Shuta one last time from the space shuttle window before the clouds hid it from their optics. Sighing, the fembot made herself more comfortable in the seat, preparing for the journey to a different part of the galaxy, "I wonder what kind of transformers I will meet!"

As sad as the medic was, she knew there was a whole ton to look forward to; with her life beginning not too long ago, there was a whole universe for the newly baked Autobot to explore, sights to see, people to meet …

"Speaking of which," the dicolor excitedly reached into the subspace compartment and took out a datapad, opening up a few files given to her by Metalhawk, "who will I be working with …"

"… dear passengers, this is your captain speaking," a gruffy voice quickly filled up the room, "we will be arriving at Karmias station within the next ten minutes. Please make sure you leave no personal baggage behind, the space-line is not responsible for any lost or stolen items."

"What, already? Oh, lord," the fembot, freaking out that she only read profiles on Jazz and Perceptor, rapidly put everything away and reflected upon her future comrades, "so many things! Such legendary characters in our history! I wonder who Cab and Shuta will be serving with …"

"Pleasure to make your psychiatrist and commander," a tricolor mech shook his servo, "please don't forget to leave your sanity on the space shuttle."

"… uh …" the firetruck

"Happy coming," Wreck-Gar popped out of nowhere, "bloo-pa-boo!"

"… uh …"

"Hello," Firestar nudged the recruit on the side, giving him a lecherous smile, "cutie-pie."

"… uh …"

"Hey, there, champ," Springer laughed "if you get space-sick you are gonna walk home!"

"… uh …"

"I'm tellin' yah," Cliffjumper ran up to the recruit and pointed at him, "he'll turn out to be a traitor!"

"… where the slag was I sent …"

"Welcome to The Smokescreen Zone!"

"Hi, my name is Bluestreak, pleasure to make your acquaintance," the Datsun merrily greeted Shuta, "I assume you are the newest addition to our team but I may be wrong. So what is your name? I am asking because I may be wrong as I have mentioned. I just hate it when that happens! Like the other week …"

"Do not mind him," Skyfire placed his hand on the youngling's shoulder, "allow me to introduce the team. You have already met Bluestreak …"

"Wow, man," a green mech tilted his head and widened his optics, wobbling from one side to another, "you are like, blue, and, stuff. How long does it get you to make twenty four? Bet it's a cupcake with a space bridge. How are you doing the whole blue thing? Some sort of a fur?"

"That's Hound …"

"Hey, little man, how is it shakin', bro? Yah wanna listen to some fine tunes, bro?"

"That would be Twincast."

"Boom, bang! Fresh meat for target practice! Bahazazam!"

"And that's Warpath. Unfortunately our psychiatrist was promoted so we have none which means you are pretty much …"

"… screwed?"

"To put it bluntly, yes."

The Karmias was a very busy station with hundreds of transformers and aliens going through on a daily basis to all sorts of other places. Never seeing anything like this before, the fembot couldn't help but run her optics all over the giant piece of engineering, often bumping into others.

"Hey, missy," a traveler pushed her into a near-by post, thinking she thumped into him on purpose, "watch wher' yer goin', righ'?"

"I-I-I am so sorry, sir," the the transtector dropped her luggage and energetically gestured a universal apology, "I didn't mean to …"

"Yeah, yer better be apologizing'! Hold on," the extraterrestrial noticed the insignia, "yer one of them Autobots, aren' yah?"

"Y-y-yes," freaking out tat she got the faction into trouble, the ambulance froze in place hoping that the danger is just imaginary, "why?"

"I know a couple of yer fellers," his voice changed to a more sweeter tune, "nice gamblers."

"G-g-gamblers?"

"Oh, yeah," the alien wistfully raised his head, "I remember the good ol' days back on Monacus, a few of yer kind crashed er whatever 'n' decided ter have some fun. I think it was back in the days of that feller, what his name was, Optimus Primer?"

"I-I-I am sorry," confused, Minerva did not know what to say, "I do not think I am familiar with Optimus Primer."

"No, wait, my bad, missy, it was Optimus Prime, there we go!"

"I am sorry, I am not familiar with any Optimus Prime."

"What, for real? Wasn' he some Supreme Commander er somethin'?"

"I am sorry," all confidence fading away, the medic neared tears, "I don't know."

"Somethin' seems fishy here," his tone heightened again, "soldiers who ain' knowin' their commanders?"

"I-I-I …" unable to hold back, at first the fembot whimpered and slowly leaked coolant.

"Er, don't be cryin' on me, missy," the alien grabbed her by the arm and took the one bag into his other hand, "lemme take yah to them Autobots."

"Toop-ta-dloop-tah-doo-pah-doo," Jazz kicked back in the waiting area, bopping his helmet to some new funk from Earth, "pim-plah-ba-pa-da-doo!"

"Where is her shuttle, ah," Perceptor looked through the list of arrivals and finally found what he wanted, "Minerva should have arrived five klicks ago. Hm, wonder if they are still getting the passangers off …"

"Hoop-pa-ba! Fam-pa-gla-ka-doh!"

"Hm, I don't see her," the scientist transformed and carefully inspected the crowd, trying to match anyone from it with the image sent to them from command, "where could she be?"

"Zap-gla-po-kala-pa-pu!"

"… Jazz …"

"Fweeeee-fwa-za-boom-pah!"

"… Jazz …"

"Krakala-poom! Krakala-pam! Krakala …"

"Jazz!"

"Whoa, mech," the saboteur tilted on the chair, nearly falling to the floor, "what?"

"Minerva should have been here a few …"

"R'lax, will yah? I'm sur' she'll turn up," the car scratched the back of his head, "she wasn' born y'stahday."

"Yes, only a decade or so ago."

"Uh, yah, that!"

"You never read her profile, have you …" Perceptor turned back into his robot mode and kept an optic on the crowd.

"Uh, yeeees?"

"Oh, really, what is her name then?"

"Um, Mireva?"

"You should have read her information."

"Wha's all dis worryin' fo', mech?" the special operations officer yawned, "yah want tah get pimples on that pretty face?"

"We don't get pimples."

"Well, yah'll be th' first."

"Jazz!"

"Wha' yah want frem me? If she gets 'n trouble she'll be direct'd righ' t' us!'

"And what if she doesn't?"

"Hello," a voice boomed over the crowd, "any of them Autobots 'round here?"

"See," the car jumped up onto one of the stairs side rails and yelled back, "Aut'bots righ' here!"

"Percepter?"

"Bango?"

"Long time no see, kiddo!"

"How's it crackin', youn' lady," the dicolor welcomed the fembot, "I'm Jazz, commander of Aut'bot forces in this sect'r!"

"I-I-I," in sheer awe of the elite, the medic was hardly able to push out words out of her vocal circuitry, "m-m-m…"

"Mireva, w's it?"

"M-mi-ne-ner-va!"

"M-mi-ne-ner-va?"

"I-I am sorry," finally pulling herself back together, the transtector straightened up and saluted the new commandant, "Commander Jazz, I am Minerva. I was reassigned here on orders from Fortess Maximus. Please take care of me."

"Oh," he didn't want to pass the perfect opportunity to mess with the recruit so he leaned in and with a charismatic voice lecherously continued, "yah bet I will."

"Uh, what?"

"Urgh," suddenly, the leader backed off, hitting himself on the helmet, "let's jus' go. Perceptah 'll show yah 'round. Yah'll meet th' rest 'f the crew soon 'nough."

"… and here is where you will be posted," Perceptor invited the nurse into medbay, "there must always be someone here in case of emergencies. Do not worry; I shall be working with you."

"Wow," giddily, the medic smiled and bowed, "thank you very much."

"Oh, now, now," a little embarrassed, the microscope laughed, "there is no need to thank me. I am sure it will be a pleasure. Do you have any questions, dear?"

"Yes, if you do not mind."

"Of course, ask away!"

"Do emergencies happen often?"

"Oh, do not worry; I shall be guiding you for the first couple of weeks but feel free to ask any questions you have at anytime."

"Thank you. I, um …" drifting into her thoughts as the transtector looked at the legendary mech, Minerva couldn't help but get caught up in the reports she read back on the plane.

"Yes?" the Autobot gently inquired.

"Oh, sorry," blushing, the car waved servos in front of her, "I didn't mean to stare."

"Damn right," a yellow and a red mechs barged in giggling and hugged Perceptor from behind, "this one is taken. You look, we slag you senseless! You touch, we offline you forever!"

"Minerva," faceplates redder than a lobster, he introduced the lambotwins, "this is Sunstreaker and this is Sideswipe …"

"… and this is our Percy!" the two pecked their bondmate on the cheeks and completely ignoring the wide-opticed recruit began sliding their hands all over his body.

"N-n-not in front of …"

"Oh, she doesn't mind," Sunstreaker smirked, throwing the addition to their team a sly look, "I bet she reads tons of fanfiction about our glorious interfacings."

"Wh-what's interfacing?" the medic was scared to ask the question.

"Percy," the red twin jumped into the conversation, "I will give you half of my energon rations if you let us do this one …"

"… oh, dear …"

"I, um," the fembot hesitated, "I think I will find out on my own …"

"Tha frag's wron' with meh!" Jazz kicked his berth, "f'r Cyb'rtron's sake, it's b'n decades!"

"Decades lat'r 'n' yah still have ah hold ov'r meh," the saboteur dropped to his knees, punched the ground, calmed down and looked at a figurine of Prowl Spike made him after Unicron was defeated, "why did ai ev'r let yah board th't shuttle …"

"I do apologize for the two," the scientist put away the last of the tools in the drawers, "they mean well."

"Oh, I, uh, figured," the nurse mumbled, pausing after each word, still recovering from what seemed to be the precipice of a storm, "just, um, sorry, this is all so new to me."

"I recon you have been separated from your human partner?"

"Um, not entirely. You see, once Devil Z was destroyed, the link between us and the humans was severed. Since we had no personalities of our own we somehow copied theirs and, well, that was that."

"Hm, I always wanted to know more about the technologies developed on Master," the microscope scratched his chin, "oh, well, I guess eventually they will grant me access to it."

"I am honestly surprised they still haven't."

"Pardon?"

"Well, I have read a lot of the mission reports that you participated in. You and Jazz are simply amazing!"

"Th-thank you! I am guessing you didn't have time to read up on the others?"

"N-no, unfortunately no. Sorry."

"Oh, that is quite all right," Perceptor stretched his backstruts, "I am sure you will have no trouble with the others."

"I hope so too …"

"Stunning, absolutely stunning!" the mech looked at himself in the mirror, basking in his own glory, but was interrupted by the bell on his door, "oh, more spectators to please their optics!"

"Hello," Minerva shyly looked the Autobot in the optics, "I am sorry if I have disturbed you …"

"Oh, not at all," the tricolor leaned on the side of the wall, a smile beaming on his red faceplates, "how may this embodiment of beauty itself help you, love?"

"I, um, I wanted t-to introduce myself and get to know the place."

"Oh, sweetheart," the blue transformer pinched her cheekplates, "you are the second cutest thing I have ever seen, me being the first! Enough with the pleasantries, my name is Tracks, what's yours, love?"

"Minerva," learning to adapt to constant surprises, the medic didn't hesitate to take a few steps back for a bow, "pleasure working with you."

"Of course it is," the corvette giggled and stroke a dashing pose, "how can it not be? Oh, perhaps you need to be shown around?"

"Oh, I don't want to draw you away from, um, whatever you were doing."

"Oh, please," the mech laughed and closed the door behind him, "I assure you there is no better guide than me but then again, I am the best at everything, really."

"I, uh, I see …"

"We do not have enough time to visit the city so perhaps it would be better to do that tomorrow."

"There is a city here?" the recruit widened her optics, "oh, I am sorry, I have missed it. Oh, lord, my first day here and I know nothing of this place!"

"Hm, this should be fun! Now, I shall give you the famous Tracks Tour around the base!"

"… ai tol' yah ai ain' goin' on no drugs!"

"It is merely a light anti-depressant!"

"P'rcept'r, buddeh, no!"

"I do apologize for pushing the topic."

"Nah, mah fault f'r losin' mah cool," the commander sighed and rubbed his helm, "mech, how d'd Optimus do this slag fer all these millions of ye'rs?"

"I am sure you will find a way."

"S'metimes ai ain' so sure …"

"Oh, you may want to pay attention to this," Tracks pointed to a door, "this is the security office, stay the frag away from it."

"What, why?"

"Well, mainly because one of the biggest nutjobs resides there, watch," the tricolor knocked on the door and stepped away, ", three, two, one …"

"Who's there," a loud scared voice boomed through the halls, "I can see you! Identify yourselves!"

"Red Alert, meet Minerva," the corvette turned to one of the security cameras staring at them, "Minerva, meet Mister Biggest Paranoiac in the universe."

"Tracks!"

"Oh, grow a sense of humor, will you?"

"I will grow a freaking hole in you!"

"I already have one, sweetie! Want me to remind you what it is used for?"

"AAAAAH! The images! THE IMAGES!"

"And that," the tricolor turned to the scarred-for-life fembot, "is how it's done."

"IIIINFEEEEERNOOOO!"

"Oh, yes, Inferno! Great guy …"

"What yah mean yar otta targets," the first thing Minerva heard when she entered the shooting range was a sonic boom coming out of a red mech, "thehn maehke more er I'll use yar aft 's ah tahrget!"

"And that would be Inferno. Great guy …"

"I, ha, I think," breathing heavily, the minibot wiped the sweat off his forehead, "I think I lost him …"

"Grraaaaaaaaargh!" a sky-splitting roar nearly fried his audio-circuitry, "found you!"

"AAAAAAH!"

"So," the microscope leaned on the table, gently smiling at Minerva, "you got a tour from Tracks?"

"Yes," shivering and gulping down water, the recruit sprayed some of the liquid on her faceplates trying to calm down, "how did you know?"

"Oh, call it a gut feeling."

"Slag, slag, slag, slag," a little blue mech dashed into medbay and slammed the door shut behind him, "I gotta hide, I gotta hide! I knew it was hopeless!"

"What the …" the medic dropped her jaw.

"Help me," the little transformer ran up to the confused fembot and clang to her, "please, I am tired of getting chewed up!"

"Uh, Perceptor?"

"Where is he," the door got torn into scrap metal as it flew by the recruit, nearly chopping her head off if she stood a few inches to the side, "where, me want to know, where?"

"Ick!" hiding behind the new member, he didn't even dare to peek.

"S-sir," the red transtector raised her servos, "p-pl-please calm down, I am sure there is no …"

"ME, GRIMLOCK NO ASK YOU!" transforming into his T-rex alternate mode, scaring the ever-living bricks out of the nurse, the dinobot angrily growled and sniffed her, squinting, "you, newbot, stink!"

"I-I-I showered after the tour with Tracks!"

Leaning in to intensively smell the car, the commander stopped at her faceplates, snorted and sneezed.

"Ew!" screaming in disgust she ran to the closest decontamination chamber and quickly switched it on.

"The dinogoop returns." Perceptor giggled.

"HUFFER!" seeing his target, the mech ran after him.

"HELP ME!" the minibot slammed the doors of the shower, begging sanctuary but Grimlock charged the doors, breaking a few other walls by the time he realized that he overdid it a bit.

"And now that you have met us all," the scientist wrapped a warm blanket around the shivering body, "allow me to finally welcome you to the team!"

"All righ' gang," Jazz gave Minerva a quick smile as he looked over his command, "we got intel that a Decepticon is hiding in the city."

"Really?" the lambotwins giddily jumped from their seats.

"Oh, man, it all starts with just one Deceptcon!" Huffer pouted.

"Oh, dear!" Perceptor gasped.

"Lemme have 'em!" Inferno growled.

"Me, Grimlock, bash brain!"

"Wh-who is it?" the medic noticed how Tracks began noticeably perspire.

"Our good ol' buddy …"

"… Blitzwing?" the twins giggled.

"… Devestator?" the minibot whined.

"… Shockwave?" the microscope cautiously asked.

"… one ef dehm Insehcticohns?" the fire truck smirked, fixing his hand gun.

"… Trypticon?" the dinobot excitedly leaned in.

"… i-i-it couldn't be …" the corvette nervously jittered.

"… Soundblast'r!" the sector commander clapped his hands.

"… but why do we have to do it?," a disgruntled shadow pouted.

"Because I said so!," another opened the abandoned warehouseand let the other four in.

"Wh-what you mean?"

"I WANT TO FRAG HIM THE FRAG UP!"

"I do not see any reason we should be doing this to begin with," one of the mechs sighed, "this is so pointless."

"So what will we be doing?"

"We will be hunting him down and offlining the slagger. I got an informant in the Autobots."

"And the whole reason is?"

"Because his databanks will give us invaluable intel we need to rule our own sector however we please!"

"… thinking about universal domination again?"

"What, is there something wrong with the greatest strategist coming up with ways to achieve victory? We will set up camp here."

"We will need a few cycles to familiarize ourselves with the city, no?"

"Yes."

"In that case, can I …"

"No, you are not allowed to molest any sparklings."

"… fragger …"

The city was a huge place filled with all sorts of species going about their day with dozens upon hundreds of busy shops thriving with customers, shiny new buildings towering, some of them splitting the clouds.

"It is so great to see Grapple's dreams slowly come to life," Tracks chirped and turned to Minerva, merrily waving his hands showing off what one of his comrades designed, "there is so much to see here! Come, come! Oh, we should go shopping!"

"Um," the fembot unsurely made a few steps forward, "shouldn't we be looking for Soundblaster?"

"Oh, pish," laughing, the tricolor waved her off, "don't be such a busy body like Jazz, come on, get to know the city you will be protecting or you will get lost!"

"A-all right," understanding that the corvette was right, the medic followed him into the crowds, "where off to first?"

"Have yah seen anyt'in," the spec ops walked into the security office and leaned over the monitors, "Red?"

"I am afraid we have more bad news," the officer walked up next to him and brought up one of the camera footages, "take a look at this."

"We will be hunting him down and offlining the slagger. I got an informant in the Autobots."

"And the whole reason is?"

"Because his databanks will give us invaluable intel we need to rule our own sector however we please!"

"… thinking about universal domination again?"

"What, is there something wrong with the greatest strategist coming up with ways to achieve victory? We will set up camp here."

"Wher' w's this taken?" Jazz squinted.

"In the warehouse area."

"Hm," stroking his chin, the saboteur grinned, "looks like ai have 'n 'ssignment 'f mah own."

"Jazz, they mentioned an Autobot! One of us is linked to Soundblaster and I think I know who it is."

"It ain' Minerva …"

"Oh, so, what, her arrival and Soundblaster's sighting is a coincidence? I don't think so!"

"She was in a completely different part of the galaxy than him!"

"How do we know that," the dicolor crossed his arms, "we never knew about his whereabouts ever since he disappeared with Sixshot and now we get intel that he is here not even twenty-four cycles after a new recruit arrives!"

"Faeene," the mech faceplate-palmed, "I'll'a take that 'nto consid'rat'n."

"So what can you tell me about Soundblaster?"

"Hm, sorry, did ask me something, hun?"

"Yes," exiting yet another shop, the fembot attempted to get her partner talking about their target, "what should I know about Soundblaster?"

"Oh, um," Tracks paused for an astrosecond and continued on his way with a puzzled look on his faceplates, "it would probably be best if you stay away from him. He is not someone anyone should mess with."

"Jazz said that he was an old buddy?"

"Um, yes, well," getting a little nervous, the corvette barely kept himself from stuttering, "what he meant by that was that we waged war for the longest time with him all these years back."

"I am sorry, I didn't get time to read much information about him."

"Oh, I see. Well, yes, if you spot Soundblaster anywhere, let me handle things from there."

"All right, just one more question."

"Oui oui?"

"Why are we looking around in shops?"

"Um, well," scratching his helmet, the Autobot looked off to the side, "oh, um, well, for one, you need to get familiar with the city …"

"Through shops?"

"For two, he, um, he came here for something valuable so I would imagine that Soundblaster wouldn't be in less populated areas at day since it is a lot easier for someone like him to disappear in the crowd or take hostages or, um, other things."

"Oh, I see," the medic was surprised how well the logic held, "so we do not want to do anything to provoke him?"

"Exactly that," Tracks snapped his digits, smiled at the car and turned around, happily swinging his bags with purchases they made, "you are smart! Now, let's get going! Tons of shops to go through!"

"O-okay!"

A red visor malevolently flashed in one of the dark alleys, closely following every movement of the two Autobots.

"Let's see," Red Alert scrolled down, reading every single word of Minvera's profile as if interrogating it for legitimacy, "made on Master, activated on Earth, separated from human some time ago, trained by Metalhawk. Hm, nothing here."

The mech new there was a connection between her and the Decepticons but it kept eluding the security officer. Taking a klick to think about where he would look next, a thought cross his mind.

"They are obviously hiding something," he glanced at the datapad, leaned in over the console and slowly brought his servos to the keypads, "mission reports were obviously edited. Let's see the consistency of data recovered from their base."

Jazz loved danger. The only thing he loved more than that was even more danger and if he was correct as to who else was involved in this, these would be fun times to remember.

Quickly dashing through the starry darkness of the night to the next hiding spot, the saboteur moved silently as he managed to inspect every aspect of the outside, garbage and footprints among other things. Thanking Wheeljack in his mind for giving the spec ops one last present before the battle on Earth, night vision mode on his visor, he ran in between the warehouses and using pipes as platforms it wasn't long until the car was on the roofs. Activating noise mufflers on his pedes, he crawled over each building, thoroughly examining the streets and peeking into each.

"What ah nice nigh' tah be outside," feeling someone sneaking up behind him, the sector commander took out his gun, quickly turned around and pointed the weapon at the assassin, "eh, Soundblastah?

"After all these years you still can't tell us apart," the shadow pouted, keeping his target in crosshairs, "I am hurt, Jazz."

"Onslaught, buddy," the saboteur happily giggled, "how've yah b'n?"

"Ah, you know me," the truck frowned in amusement, "still coming up with strategies, killing Autobots here and there, wanting to settle down somewhere nice, maybe conquer Quintessa, still chilling with the other four. Heard about your promotion, I guess congratulations are in order?"

"My, thank yah, mech! Allow me tah welcome yah tah Karmias II, they make excellent energon pancakes here! Lovely people too! The oth'r day they wanted tah make ah holiday in our honor, can yah 'magine that?"

"You so totally should have a holiday, they should call it, hm, let's see, how about Happy Scrap-giving?"

"Hm, sure does have ah ring to it!"

"Merry Glitch-mas!"

"P'rfect!"

"So, you are looking for Soundblaster."

"Whatevah makes yah think that?"

"Oh, you know, you thought I was Soundblaster."

"M'ybe I always think his aft's sneakin' up on meh!"

"Yes, that's what we all think after we met him for the first time. Well, let's see, other than that, how is that new recruit doing? What a great introductions you guys had at the station and with everyone else at your base."

"Wait, what? How," it took Jazz an astrosecond to understand, "wait, what?"

"What," Onslaught grinned, "surprised we know this much?"

"And wonderin' 'bout yah wax job."

"Oh, thank you for noticing! Did it just for this meeting!"

"Sorry I didn' pamp'r mahself out."

"Oh, that's quite all right," still pointing the gun at the spec ops' helmet, the commander waved his hand off to the side, "we would have sneaked up on you anyway …"

"… if that w's your objective."

"Correct, but it is not."

"Y'all here for Soundblast'r too."

"I see they don't make just anyone into sector commanders."

"How did yah get access tah our data?"

"I don't know," the Combaticon pretended he was shying away, "this is such personal information and I don't know you that well …"

"Aw, c'me on," the saboteur acted hurt, "we're prahctic'lly friends!"

"Hm, guess you are right," the Decepticon smirked, "in that case I have two words for you."

"Huh, only two?"

"Disappointed?"

"Depends on what they 're."

"Inside job."

"Wait, huh," Jazz was even more befuddled now, "one of us?"

"Do I have to repeat myself?"

"N-no," losing his focus, the leader lowered his weapon a little, "no."

"Now," with a single swift motion, Onslaught snapped the gun out of his servos and brought his own down, "let's get something clear, shall we?"

"Uh, sure?"

"Let us handle Soundblaster. I will personally submit a detailed report to you if you want after we have offlined him. Frag, you can even have half of his remains if you want, would look good in your trophy room, no?"

"Ai, uh, ai don' have a trophy room …"

"You hear that, guys," the mech cocked his head towards one of the bigger pipes, "he doesn't have a trophy room."

"Pft, loser."

"HA! FRAGGING MORON!"

"Why is that important now?"

"But, but, but where does he have all his victims? In a dungeon? A brig?"

"He is an Autobot, you dolt! Autobots don't do that!"

"You don't know! Maybe one of them is the biggest sparkling molester in the universe!"

"Bigger interface-driven hound than you? I don't think so."

"Why y'all aftah him?" Jazz realized that joke-time was over.

"Shockwave was having a bitch fit; it's that time of the month, let's just leave it at that."

"Is he here too?"

"No, just us five as far as I know, he could have gotten more of us here."

"Who's workin' for you?"

"An Autobot."

"Who?," the sector commander's patience was beginning to run thin.

"Who do you think?" the combaticon was genuine in his inquiry.

"That's what I am askin' yah!"

"You are asking me who you think is the informant?," Onslaught scoffed, "come on, you were doing so well up until recently."

"Gr," the spec ops growled, "tell meh!"

"No."

"Yah know we'll find out."

"Oh, believe me; I have no doubts whatsoever about that," the truck stretched his backstruts and yawned, "problem is, if I tell you right now, how would you know that I am not lying?"

"Hr," realizing that he's been had, Jazz clenched his fists, "slagger."

"I will suggest you one thing, sector commander," the last bit was said with a contempt richly dribbling from every syllable as he walked up to the Autobot and leaned in so close that the mech could see some o the mechanisms behind his visor, "stay out of this, it is none of your business. Get in the way and you may find yourself in a very abhorrent situation."

"… uh …" shocked by the sudden event, Jazz was still recovering his systems.

"Oh, and one more thing," the truck turned back after making his way to the edge of the building, "I don't know if this will mean anything to you but I am sorry for Prowl, you have my condolences. Here, have your gun back."

Completely stunned by what just happened, the saboteur on reflex reached out into the air to catch his rifle.

"Au revoir, sector commander."

Author's Notes:

And so it begins! BUAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! *breathes in* AHAHAHAHAHA! *cough cough* right ... so ...

It will get a tiny bit more complicated than that ... and I hope the logic holds ... because I went over this whole fic like 6 times by now!

So yes, an attempt to see how good I am after a whole year of being around and writing ficcies! More will come! I promise!

Hope you enjoyed it! I will keep on tweaking it to make it even better!

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