Another badly written Transformers fanfic. This one will contain suggestive language and content, as well as more than one wrench being thrown at innocent robots who had nothing to do with anything. I don't know why I decided to write a group chat fic (Transformers don't even have phones) but let's assume there's a messaging feature on datapads and Jazz figures out how to group chat.
Once again, I fail at writing Jazz's accent and am very sorry for that ;_;
"I have a little somethin' I want ta experiment with," Jazz announced. He distributed a stack of datapads between the gathered cluster of Autobots. "Turn 'em on an' when ya see the request, accept."
"Does this have a purpose, Jazz?" Optimus inquired, one of his servos hovering over a datapad.
"Sure it does, Prime." Jazz grinned. "Ah wanna see if we can rely on datapads for communication if our commlinks are down."
"And how would we do that?" Ratchet inquired crossly. "I have work to do banging dents out of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. They really don't know when to quit."
"Ah tried to tell 'em not to practice Jet Judo on Aerialbots, Ratch, but they don't listen to me," Jazz said. "They can suffer a bit longer." The saboteur turned on his own datapad and went to work. "Remember, accept the request."
"The one askin' to connect devices?" Ironhide asked.
"That's the one," Jazz replied merrily. He continued tapping away at the screen of his datapad until he seemed satisfied. "There we go. Keep these datapads on your person at all times while the experiment is ongoin'. We'll see if this works."