The Lost Master
Prologue
He did it. He does not know how but he did. He entered another's mind. He saw their memories, her sweet precious memories that up until recently had remained safely locked and protected within her processor.
Jazz sat hunched over next to the berth trembling. His faceplate buried in his servos, his elbows resting on his knees and utterly disgusted with himself. He had entered another's mind. It was an accident, he didn't mean to do it, but the deed was done and there was no way to take it back.
Jazz looked over at the prone form of Knightrazor, the one bot he respected above any other. Knightrazor, his guardian, a once hopeful teacher to be, and he had assaulted her. In his anger he intruded into her unwilling processor and thus fragmented it.
Knightrazor whimpered in stasis lock, her clawed servos scraping the berth, probably having a nightmare. Jazz shuttered at the sound looking away, returning his face to his servos. Private memories now violently ripped of their tenderness. Every circuit in his chassis screamed at him to bolt from the room and never let Knightrazor see him again while his processor demanded he stay and beg for her forgiveness, not that he was deserving of it at the moment.
Over and over and over Knightrazor's memories replayed in his helm again and again and again. Jazz felt her fear and loneliness as a youngling, the peace found under the tutelage of her teacher High Master Arkrover, that too short amount of time happy with Blur. Her sweet little Blur, her dearest youngling. Then the agonizing murder of Blur at His servos, tears came to Jazz's optics at Knightrazor's pain and anguish at the loss of her young one. Jazz shivered again, the hate and anger that Knightrazor felt due to His betrayal terrified him. He was supposed to be a friend, a brother-in-arms.
Jazz dared a glance in Knightrazor's direction again. She remained in the same position unmoved since First Aid helped him carry her in here. Jazz's intakes stalled as he vented. He adjusted his chair closer to the side of the berth where he rested his elbows.
Having to wait like this was unbearable, but for what Jazz has done it is the least he can do to start making reparations. He is willing to wait. He has to.
Jazz crossed his servos and rested his helm on them, a fitful recharge soon took hold and the nightmares of Knightrazor's life consumed him.
For those that were expecting Reverse Effect I plan on having the first installment of that out no later than the end of next week. In the mean time please enjoy this little piece of work.