"Anything Jazz?" A large frown came from said saboteur as he was addressed. "Nothin', no vitals." He let out a loud sigh as he looked over the body of an offlined Cybertronian in front of him. "Ah'm beginning to lose hope that anyone's online in this area." A few feet away from him, Prowl sat similarly to Jazz, looking over another offlined Cybertronian. "I am sad to say that I am beginning to agree with you." Getting on his peds, Jazz finally looked over at Prowl, who had begun to stand as well. "Maybe we should start headin' on back to the base. Ah don't think we're gonna have any luck findin' survivors out here." Prowl nodded in agreement. "I believe you are right."

In silence the two mechs began to walk back to the space bridge located back in the now wrecked hub of this planet. They had been sent out by Prime after a frequency was sent to Teletran-1 requesting help from a planet inhabited by Cybertronians that managed to escape Cybertron after the war started. The Decepticons had found the planet and attacked before the Autobots had the chance to get there in time, leaving the planet and its inhabitants destroyed. It felt eerie, all around the two remains of structures lay about and all that was heard was the sound of rubble crunching under peds as the mechs walked.

Jazz's optics scanned across the sight. He felt a twinge of guilt at the wrecked buildings and bodies strewn about the ground. If only they had gotten there faster. "Jazz," Prowl's voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he glanced his way. "There is nothing we could have done." Prowl didn't look at him, choosing to keep his helm facing forward as to not look at the destruction that was all around him. "Ah know, ah know." Jazz decided to copy Prowl and keep his helm forward. "Ah just wish there was something we could've done." He paused, then muttered; "Or at the very least...found someone online."

Then a sound off in the distance stopped the mechs in their tracks. Jazz glanced over at Prowl. "Prowl? Is that-" Prowl cut him off. "Crying." The sound was indeed that of crying, loud crying and wails of pain. The realization of the situation hit Jazz and his helm snapped around to stare at Prowl. "If there's cryin' then that means that someone's online!" Prowl kept his helm forward and his optics narrowed.

"Indeed and if there is someone online then we need to follow Prime's orders and bring them to the base for repairs and questioning."

"Then we best be followin' that cryin' before whoever it is wonders off!"

And with that Jazz and Prowl sped up their walking, following the sound of the crying. They didn't have to go very far to find the source. It took only a few Nanokliks for the sound to get louder. "I think I hear them up ahead." Prowl noted, as the crying became more pronounced. Prowl rounded the corner of one of the broken buildings, expecting to find a mech or femme crying. What he did not expect was what he actually found. From the look that crossed Jazz's faceplates he was not expecting this either.

Just little ways up ahead was a sparkling, a large piece of one of the broken buildings sat on it's leg, pinning it in place. The sparkling was wailing and frantically trying to push the rock off it's leg. Jazz, despite his shock, began to walk forward only to be stopped by Prowl's arm blocking him. Prowl shot him a quick look before whispering; "We do not want to startle it." Letting his arm fall back to his side he began to make his way toward the sparkling.

As he neared the sparkling he took in it's appearance. The sparkling's armor was lavender and dull purple, a few white stripes went down it's legs and across it's helm. Even further observations told Prowl that the sparkling was a femme. Once he was a few feet away from the sparkling her frantic movements suddenly halted and her helm snapped towards him, her wide optics looking directly into Prowl's. The realization that someone she didn't know was walking towards her caused the sparkling to grab her leg and pull on it frantically, trying to pry it out from under the rock and letting out loud static-y squeaks and chirps.

Pausing in front of the sparkling, he held his servos up as a worried expression crossed his faceplates. "Hey, calm down I am not going to hurt you." The sparkling paused, looking up at him again as he sat next to her. "I only wish to help, will you let me help you lift the rock off your leg?" Upon hearing that he would help get the rock off her the sparkling nodded quickly. Gingerly grabbing the bottom of the rock and lifting it off the sparklings leg, he placed the rock down beside him before turning back to the sparkling. "There." The sparkling looked down at her dented leg and frowned then poked at one of the dents. As soon as her finger touched her leg she jumped back and let out a loud yelp as pain shot up through the appendage.

Prowl's servo shot out and quickly steadied the sparkling before she could fall over. "Careful, you do not want to hurt it more." Prowl then looked down at her leg. "Can I look at your leg?" The sparkling immediately shook her head. "No! Hurts!" Coolant began to prick in the corner of her optics and she looked to be on the verge of crying again. "I cannot help you if I do not know what is wrong with your leg, I promise I will not hurt you." The sparkling stared up at him for a few Nanokliks before letting out a soft; "Ok." Carefully Prowl lifted her leg and scanned it. 'Hm, there's no internal damage but these dents are too severe for her self-repair system to fix. Our best option is to take her to Ratchet.'

Placing her leg back onto the ground, Prowl looked down at the sparkling. "How did the rock fall on you?" Frowning, the sparkling pointed up at the closest wrecked building, a large chunk of the top of said building was missing. "Up there. I was running away from the mean people that were hurting us and t-the people hit the rock and i-it fell on me a-and they left me a-and…" The sparkling paused, coolant pricked in her optics once again and this time she burst into tears. "Hey, hey everything's okay. Calm down, calm down."

Prowl began to stroke the trembling sparkling's back. Jazz, who had been watching the whole scene unfold, frowned. 'Poor kid.' He thought, before walking over to Prowl and the sparkling. He knelt down next to her. "Hey kid, it's okay. Ya don't have to tell us what happened." He said softly. Immediately the sparkling jumped and let out a startled squeak. Prowl quickly steadied her again. "Hey, it's okay." He stroked the sparkling's back comfortingly. "This is my friend Jazz," He gestured to Jazz before shooting an irritated glare at him. "Who should be waiting for me to call him."

Jazz merely smirked at him. "Sorry Prowler, but ah thought it be best for me to help. It looked like you were havin' trouble." He paused and chuckled. "And ah was bored." The sparkling, who had calmed down again, looked up a Jazz. "Dazz?" She attempted to pronounce his name.

"Jazz."

"Dazz."

"Jah. Ah. Zz."

"Dah. Ah. Zz."

"Ya know what? Never mind."

"Anyway," Prowl cut in, shaking his helm and looking at Jazz. "I did a quick scan on her leg and I believe it would be best for us to take her to Ratchet and have him fix her." This time the sparkling looked over at Prowl and tilted her helm innocently. "Watchet?" Prowl quickly put on the best fake reassuring face he could and explained; "Ratchet is a friend of ours, he is a doctor and he can fix your leg." He then winced internally. 'And has a huge temper.' Jazz then cut in, smiling warmly down at the sparkling. "So what do ya say kiddo, would ya be okay with goin' with us to get your leg fixed?"

The sparkling nodded immediately at the idea of the pain going away. "Okie! Don't wanna be hurt no more!" Jazz smiled at the her enthusiasm and got to his peds. "Here, let me carry you." Prowl offered, leaning down and carefully lifting her up, making sure to support her injured leg. "Ah'll comm Prime and tell em' we're headin' back." Prowl gave him a quick nod of approval as they began walking. A soft click was heard from Jazz as he turned on his comm.

::Jazz to Prime.::

::Prime speaking.::

::We've just completed our mission and are heading back to the base, sir.::

::Did you find any survivors?::

::Just one, sir.::

::Only one?:

::Yes sir, only one and she's injured. We'll need Ratchet to be ready in the med-bay to treat her.::

::What kind of injury?::

::A deeply dented leg, no internal damage but too deep for self-repair to fix.::

::I see, I will inform Ratchet to have the med-bay prepared for her arrival, Prime out.::

Another click was heard as Jazz switched off his comm. Once the comm was off, Jazz felt a pair of optics fixed on him. Looking up he saw the blue optics of the sparkling staring up at him with confusion. "Ah just had to tell our boss to let Ratchet know we were bringin' you, don't worry." Shrugging, the sparkling turned to look up at Prowl, this time taking on a questioning look. "What's your name?" Prowl looked down at the sparkling and frowned. He realized that he hadn't properly introduced himself, he had introduced Jazz but he had gone all this time without even telling the sparkling his name. "My name is Prowl, little one." He finally answered.

The sparkling seemed to pause for a moment, thinking the name over before attempting to pronounce it. "Pwowl?" The name sounded odd to the little sparkling, almost foreign to her. "Close enough." He replied, keeping his helm forward. "I'm Bweeze Burst." The sparkling revealed, letting out a small yawn after the words left her mouth. Prowl hummed softly. "Pleased to meet you Breeze Burst." Another yawn left her as Breeze Burst snuggled closely to Prowl. "Tank' you for helping me Pwowl…" The words became soft before dropping entirely. Prowl glanced down at Breeze Burst and couldn't help but smile. She had fallen into recharge.

"Aww, the little femme fell into recharge." Jazz whispered, smiling at the adorable sight of a sparkling snuggled in Prowl's arms. "Her energy levels were low when I scanned her. It is not surprising that she fell into recharge." He explained. "Well, ya gotta admit she's really dang cute while recharging." Prowl looked down at Breeze Burst again. "I cannot deny it, she is very much adorable." Jazz let out a chuckle and shook his helm. Even Prowl could have a sense of humor. The two mechs made it back to base within a few Breems. Luckily Breeze Burst had recharged through the space bridge and the walk back to the base.

As the two neared the entrance, the familiar face of Ironhide stood guard. Once he heard the mechs approach the entrance he looked up. He opened his mouth to greet and inform the two that they were the last two to return from the mission to look for survivors when his optics landed on the sparkling recharging in Prowl's arms. He blinked, then rubbed his optics, once it became evident that he wasn't seeing things and that there was indeed a sparkling in Prowl's arms he looked up at the two with a serious expression and silently demanded an explanation. Jazz obliged and explained the cycle's previous events. "We found her on the mission, she was the only survivor that we found, her leg was pinned under a rock and now we need to take her to Ratchet so he can fix the dents in her leg."

Ironhide paused to allow his processor to process the information then he slowly nodded and looked down at Breeze Burst's damaged leg. "How bad's the damage?" It was Prowl's turn to explain. "No internal damage, but too severe for self-repair to fix." Ironhide frowned. "Poor kid, well I better be lettin' you two get down to the med-bay then, don't want you gettin' yelled at by Ratchet for makin' him wait." Saying their goodbyes, Jazz and Prowl began making their way down to the med-bay. Luckily for them no one was in the hallways so the two could avoid other mechs asking questions. When they entered the med-bay they expected for Ratchet to start going off on them for taking so long, since they decided to walk instead of transforming and driving, but seeing as this day seemed to love going against their expectations, that didn't happen.

Upon hearing the mechs enter, Ratchet stood up from where he had been sitting and glared at the two, fully prepared to scold the them for taking longer than they should have. Until his optics landed on Breeze Burst. Similar to Ironhide, Ratchet froze as his processer tried to comprehend the scene in front of him. Unlike Ironhide though, Ratchet managed to find his words or well...word. "What." He pointed at Breeze Burst and looked up at them. Prowl frowned. "Did Prime not inform you that we found a survivor?" Ratchet nodded and frowned. "Yes, he did. He told me that she was injured and to be prepared for her arrival, but he didn't tell me she was a sparkling." Jazz cut in. "Well, Ah didn't really tell em' that she was a sparkling."

Prowl slowly turned his helm to glare at Jazz. If looks could kill, Jazz's spark would be obliterated at that moment. "You neglected to tell our leader that the single survivor we found is a sparkling?" He asked slowly, voice cold. Jazz flinched and quickly rushed to explain himself. "Hey! Ah was more concerned with gettin' her leg fixed then tellin' Prime that she's a sparkling!" Shaking his helm, Prowl let out an irritated sigh. Why was he not surprised? "Well, it appears that Jazz and I will have to inform Optimus Prime of our little guest's age." He looked up a Ratchet. "I trust that you will take care of her?" Finally managing to get over his initial shock, he nodded. "Yes, if the damages are like what Prime described then repairing her leg shouldn't take that long at all, she's in safe servos." Prowl looked down at the sleeping little Breeze Burst then back up at Ratchet before carefully shifting her over into Ratchet's arms. "We will return after we have reported to Optimus Prime."

About a Groon later Breeze Burst stirred from recharge, uncurling from the little ball she had put herself in, she stretched and let out a little yawn. She sat up and looked around the room. The room was unfamiliar to her, no one was in the room and she had no idea where she was. The last thing she remembered was one of those nice mechs carrying her. One of those nice mechs. 'Prowl.' Where was he? Carefully, she scooted to the edge of the burth and looked down. Due to her age and how small she was, to her it looked like the ground was really, really far away. Frowning, Breeze Burst grabbed the edge of the burth and carefully lowered herself over the edge. Dropping to the floor and steadying herself, Breeze looked around again until her optics landed on the exit.

Without a second thought, she walked out the door. She walked down the hallway and stopped at the entrance to one of the other rooms and peeked in. Inside, three mechs stood talking to each other. One of the three, the tallest one standing behind a table, was red and blue and had a mask-like thing on his face. She had no idea who he was. But she did recognize the other two mechs or in specific, the black and white door-winged mech standing in front of the table. "Pwowl!" Breeze ran into the room and up to Prowl. The mech in question's helm shot down to look at Breeze, optics widening when they landed on the sparkling staring up at him.

"Breeze Burst," Kneeling down, Prowl scooped up the little sparkling and frowned at her. "What in Primus are you doing here? You should be in the med-bay." He muttered that last part more to himself than anyone else. Breeze Burst merely shrugged at the question. "Wanted to find you." Frowning, Prowl shifted Breeze so that she was comfortably sitting on his hip and turned back to the mech behind the table. "I apologize sir, she's not supposed to be here, I assumed that she would be in recharge for a little longer." Mr. Mask didn't seem to mind though. "That's quite alright, I was planning on going with you to talk with her after we finished up here, but now it seems that won't be necessary." The masked mech's optics shifted to look at Breeze.

As soon as the mech's optics landed on Breeze her own optics widened. She didn't know what it was, his odd sounding voice, the fact that the mask he wore hid his mouth or just the fact that she didn't know who he was, but she felt fear from being around this unknown mech with his optics on her. Quickly she hid her face in Prowl's shoulder, letting out a small almost inaudible squeak from her vocalizer. "Aww, looks like she's shy." Jazz cooed. The masked mech chuckled. "It would appear so, Prowl would you like to introduce me to our small guest?" Nodding to him, Prowl gently stroked Breeze's back. "Breeze Burst, this mech is not going to harm you. This is Optimus Prime, our leader." Breeze slowly looked up at Prowl and tilted her helm. "Leader?"

"Yeah, leader of the Autobots. He keeps us all in line and gives us orders." Jazz explained as he walked over to stand next to Prowl. Breeze gave him a confused look. "A-autabots? What're autabots?" Once again her pronunciation was off. "The autobots are a group of Cybertronians currently protecting earth from our enemies, the Decepticons." Prime explained as simply as he could. "They mean?" Prime chuckled. "Yes, they are indeed quite mean young one." Prowl frowned upon hearing Breeze's question. She seemed to not know who the Decepticons were. 'How could she not know who they are? They attacked her home.' He wondered, before looking at Optimus Prime. "What was it that you wished to talk to Breeze Burst about, sir?"

"I wished to ask the basic questions like what her name was, how old she was and about her creators." When the word "Creators" left Prime's mouth, Breeze froze up and her optics widened. Out of the corner of his optics, Prowl caught the look of shocked fear on Breeze's face and looked over at her with concern. "Breeze Burst? What is wrong?" Breeze didn't seem to hear the question, she began to tremble and coolant pricked in her optics. Then, before Prowl had a chance to try and calm her down, she burst into tears and clung to Prowl like her spark depended on it. "Breeze? Hey, hey, what has you upset, little one?" The little sparkling continued bawling. "S-Sire! Carrier! T-They gone!" Now it was Jazz and Prime's turns to be concerned. "What do you mean "gone"?" Prime asked softly, rounding the table to stand in front of Prowl.

"T-The mean people c-came an-an' S-Sire an' Carrier told me to wun! An' I did an-an' they took Sire an' Carrier!" Breeze cried, voice full of sorrow. The three mechs shared knowing glances at each other. Each of them knew what the fate of Breeze Burst's creators. If the Decepticons had taken them from their planet then that means they were more than likely offlined. Jazz felt his spark break at seeing the little sparkling bawling into Prowl's shoulder. A sparkling so young should never have to go through the pain of losing their creators. Reaching out, he gently stroked Breeze's back to give her some comfort. Prowl also felt his spark hurt at the sight of the little sparkling wailing her little spark out. "Want Sire an' Carrier! Want em' back!"

All mechs glanced at each other again. How do you comfort a sparkling in this scenario? Prowl rocked his body slowly, whispering soft words of comfort to Breeze in hopes of calming her down. "Shh, little one. Shh, everything is okay. Just calm down…" It takes a few good kliks, but the sparkling eventually calmed down to little sniffles and hiccups. Prowl smiled softly at her. "Feeling better?" Breeze lifted her helm to look up at Prowl and rubbed her optics. "Uh-huh, better an' tired." Jazz chuckled. "Well, after all that cryin' Ah would be tired too." Breeze nuzzled her head into Prowl's shoulder, letting out a little yawn. "Perhaps you should take a little stasis nap, you will feel a lot better after you wake up." Breeze didn't respond, she just shut her optics and slipped into recharge.

After making sure that she was really in recharge, Prowl looked up at Optimus Prime with a frown. "Sir, what are we going to do with her?" Surely they would keep her right? She had nowhere to go. "Seeing as her planet is destroyed and her creators are...gone. I believe it would be best for her to remain on earth with us." He didn't know why, but Prowl felt a huge wave of relief rush over him. "Then, who's gonna watch her? Are we all gonna take turns or somethin'?" Jazz questioned. "I believe it should be a group effort. I will inform the others of our little friend." Optimus dismissed the two mechs. After entering the hallway, Prowl looked down at Breeze Burst and felt a strange feeling that he couldn't place. It was going to be very interesting around here for a while.