A/N: Hope you enjoy this second little chapter. Sorry its so short; I'll have more up later if you guys like it. Oh yeah..before I forget. I don't own transformers. I'm just playing with them
Jazz sighed as he patiently waited on Sentinel Prime in the hallway. Under the order of Ultra Magnus, they had to gather a team of skilled mechs to help investigate and hinder the Decepticon situation. The black and white mech had already been running a detail list of possible combinations in his processor; they would need speed, strength, intelligence, and over course a pretty good sharp shooter. He already had a pretty clear view of who he wanted on the team, and now all that was left was Sentinel's own opinion. If the slagger would hurry up…
"Jazz," yelled said mech as he came barreling down the hallway knocking over a mini-bot in the process. "There you are! I told you to meet me at the refueling corridor." Sighing Jazz pointed to the sign hanging just above a near-by doorway. It was clearly painted in big bold letters 'Refueling Corridor 1".
Sentential grumbled something under his breath giving Jazz a dirty look in the process. He would never admit a mistake on his part for any purpose no matter how big or small. "I meant Refueling Corridor then…a team…" The larger blue mech's optics drifted to Jazz in a knowing-fashion. He had already deducted that Jazz would do most of the work on his own anyway. One of the main reasons he loved working with the ninja-bot; Jazz always got the job done.
"I've already got some names in mind. We will need a sharpshooter for sure..which pretty much is Bluestreak." Jazz leaned back using the wall as his perch in a cool manner. No matter if it was forming a team to kick con afts or boogying out to a cool jam, Jazz always did everything in Style.
"Bluestreak?! That little annoying grey and blue guy that doesn't shut up?! I don't want him anywhere on my team. If the con's don't offline that brat, I might myself just to kept my sanity."
"Hey now! That ain't cool man. Bluestreak is a good kid; he just gets a little over excited. Plus, he is the best and only sharpshooter available for instant transfer. Like it or not..Blue is all you have." Leave it to Jazz to remain the voice of reason.
"Fine…who else?"
Now Jazz smirked widely looking at the back of his hands to waste a few seconds of time. "Well…as you know. Blue has bagged himself a set of twins. You hear of Sunstreaker and Sideswipe?" Of course, Jazz knew that Sentinel had heard of the 'bloody-thirsty' terrors of the battlefield. Not many bots hadn't..not many bots wanted them around, but then again…Jazz had never been one to run with the crowd.
"No, No,No!" protested Sentinel actually stomping his foot in a 'girlish' fashion. "I refuse to have those two, Jazz. They are uncontrollable! Did you hear what they did to their last commander?"
"Yeah, I heard. But..think about it. We are heading directly into con territory. Don't you want something just and big and scary to make them wish for their creators? The twins are what give decepticons nightmares during recharge..plus with Blue there, we have an advantage." Jazz would never tell Sentinel this, but he had already had the pleasure of working with the red and yellow beauties. Truly, they were a rowdy duo, but good bots at spark. They had just gotten a bad rep from the time they spent fighting in the arena, and of course from ripping cons apart barehanded on the battlefield.
"So, you got your sharpshooter and your front liners. Who else do you want?"
"Okay..want me to just make a list or give you the details?" Jazz smiled genuinely now knowing he would get his way. Sentinel waved his hand in an unimpressed manner giving Jazz the go ahead.
"Well, I want Hod Rod. Kid has a mean shot with a bow and arrow. Mirage for his invisibility abilities, which means we got ourselves a scout in the form of Hound. Poor guy won't let Mirage out of his site that is for sure. Blurr for speed, if we can find him. And…" Jazz paused with a nervous look. He acted as if he was going to attempt to treason or something. Of course, it was treason in a manner to Sentinel himself. Mech never did like the earth set. "I want Bumblebee and Prowl…"
Sentinel mumbled to himself as he sent the transfer lists to the commanding center. After much debate with Jazz, the prime had decided that Jazz did know what he was doing and if he wanted those low-rank trash bots on his team..there had to be a purpose.
A bing alerted him to his messaging system. Seemed the commanding center had finished recruiting the bots on the list except for three: Bee, Prowl, and strangely enough..Blurr. Sentinel blinked his optics in confusion. They couldn't find them? The earthen bots he could understand, but just this morning Blurr had binged on the cybertron tracking yet as being back home. "Huh…" The blue prime reached to his audio's activating his com link.
"Jazz…I think I have a pretty good use for that Hound guy. Can he track signals? Good…at least someone you picked is useful. It seems we have a little problem. Either Blurr has went coward on us…or he is missing. You think your hound dog can find a trail?"
Sentinel ended the communications as he leaned back in his large trail thinking about all possibilities. Could Blurr have fallen into enemy hands? If so, Sentinel could rescue him and gain more glory and fame..possible a few femmes if he was lucky enough. If Blurr had been captured and was deactivated, he could avenge his death getting the same result. Even the possibility of Blurr actually defecting came into his processor's. It seemed no matter what the situation…Sentinel was determined to get his 'credit'.
"Now, all I have to do is sit back and wait…"