Enjoy this inside story for Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, and Smokescreen's origin! :)


Ch. 4

-Jazz's POV-

Soundwave dragged me out of the main room. He grabbed a heavy-duty chain and took me down to the bottom of the ocean, and then chained me to a large boulder. "Come on Soundwave, ya can't let meh die like dis. Where's yer pride?"

::Autobot said everything needed, rust in peace.:: He said before ripping my fuel line and flew out of the water.

I started to panic and tried to figure out how to stop the leak, but every movement on my broken arm caused me pain. There was only one thing I could do, but he was going to hate me for doing it. ::Jazz tah base, come in ARK.::

::ARK to Jazz.:: It sounded like Bumblebee.

::Bee turn on dah ARK's speakers.:: I winced in pain as I watched energon float to the surface.

::Okay, I did but why?:: He asked with justified confusion.

::Valour! Valour! Valour!:: I only really needed to say it once, but this was urgent. ::Come on, Valour!::

-Prowl's POV-

My brothers and I were sitting in my quarters all looking through the things that we had brought from the palace. Smokescreen was about to say something before I grabbed my midsection. "Prowl, are you okay?"

::Valour! Valour! Valour! Come on Valour!:: Jazz! I dropped to the floor as I felt myself transform. My knight form was larger and had more strength than my normal self, my wings split into two sets of wings, my chevron grew sharper and was three inches longer, and on my wings in large bold print was my calling card glyph. The natural red stripes on my armor slowly traveled all over my frame until I was red with black and white stripes.

"Prowl, don't hurt anyone else." I heard Bluestreak say, but I was fueled by rage and continued to hear the King calling for me to save him.

I stood up and ripped the door open with no trouble before running down the hall with everyone stepping out of the way in confusion in who I was. I could feel the King calling for me, and he rarely called for me because of my one tracked mind.

I leapt into the air and flew towards the pulse of the connection we had. ::Prowl, wait for us.::

::Prowl is not here. Only Valour.:: I growled before stopping over the ocean. I looked around for any sign of the King. My optics locked on a large pool of energon floating in the water. "I'm coming your highness."

I dove into the water and saw him chained to the rock. He had a large split on his lower lip, his right arm was positioned at an odd angle, and he was heavily leaking from the same arm. He looked up at me weakly before going limp. I revved my engines loudly and grabbed the chain with one servo before giving it three tugs.

It fell around the King's peds, and I grabbed him as he fell. I was being careful of his arm as I launched us out of the water. "Your highness, hold on. I'll have you safe. Hold on."

I looked down and saw my brothers along with Prime and Ironhide parked at the beach. I knew they were all watching me, but my only concern was the King. I threw my helm back with a loud, thunderous roar. Getting back to the ARK, I carried Jazz to the med bay where I was being closely followed by Ratchet and Prime.

"Prowl, is that you?" I heard Optimus ask, and I wanted to give him a lengthy Prowl answer but, in my knight form I was a mech of few words. I gave a curt nod before gently setting Jazz down. "What happened to you my friend?"

Ratchet cautiously walked towards my King and went to look him over but when he touched his arm, Jazz screamed in pain. I swiftly grabbed my sword and went to attack the medic for causing him distress. Smokescreen and Bluestreak grabbed my arms.

"Valour, relax you did your job. His high... Jazz is safe. Go into stasis and bring Prowl back." Bluestreak knew I wasn't able to without his highness' say.

A whimper came from him, and I quickly moved to his side to look him over myself. "Valour, d-down boy. Safe." He was struggling to get his intakes. His good arm reached over to my lower left wing, and gently rubbed it.

I transformed back, once I was back to normal my legs wobbled. I leaned into his receptor and whispered softly. "As you wish your highness."

"What the slag is going on with you four!? With Jazz's attitude, you three sneaking things in and out of your office and into Jazz's, and now this new transformation! Tell us the truth." Ratchet snapped at us as he quickly sealed the leaking energon cable.

My brothers and I all looked at each other and then at Jazz. We have been playing it by his rules to keep the team in the dark, but maybe it was time to tell them. "Over rule?" I asked them if we should out rank our King.

"Over rule." They both said with firm nods. We all stood up and turned our backs to the medic and Prime before reaching over our right shoulders and scraped off the paint. Revealing a silver shield with three points at the top and came down at an angle at the bottom, in the center of the shield was a blue crown.

"That emblem. No, it can't be, can it? You're saying that Jazz... is this some sort of joke? Please tell me that you are pulling some sick joke." Ratchet was looking at us with disbelief.

We turned to face them and shook our helms. I spoke for us, "We aren't Ratchet. Jazz is the King of Cybertron, and we are royal guards. We have been hiding amongst the Autobots in hopes to keep Jazz safe. We didn't tell any of you in fear of Megatron finding out. We can answer any questions you both have, but first we need you to repair him."

"Or you'll be held accountable for two mechs' deactivations." Smokescreen said before slapping Ratchet on the back of the shoulder before leaving the med bay.

Bluestreak copied our younger brother's action. "So, yeah, no pressure." He left me alone to look at Jazz's broken frame.

"What did they mean by that? And why would you keep-" he waves his energon covered servos at Jazz. "This a secret!?"

"Because keeping the King safe comes first. We did not want him announcing Iron Crown because we feared Megatron would get to him first." I looked at Jazz with a sad look before kneeling down beside him. "The king is my responsibility, my reason for living. Without him, I would have no reason to remain active, that's what they meant. From the moment a guard is sparked they are imprinted onto another, for my brothers and I it was the royal family like our creators, and they are with them for life. When the one we are supposed to protect dies, we no longer have a purpose so we off ourselves to return to their side. When the old King and Queen were announced dead, Bluestreak and Smokescreen imprinted on their son. It happens rarely, but it's not unheard of."

"Why was Jazz calling you 'Valour'?" Optimus asked as he stood where Jazz's helm was, looking at me.

I watched Ratchet slowly reattach the severed wires one-by-one, with each one reattached Jazz groaned with pain. My wings flared ready to protect him from harm despite that I knew that Ratchet was just helping. I pulled out my sword and held the hilt out for him to see before lowering it to my side. "After several deca-cycles of training and a series of tests we are giving a calling card. The calling card only works when the… I really hate to say master, but we aren't assigned to just royalty or nobility we are also trained as bouncers or special case enforcers. Anyways our partner will call out our calling card when they are desperate or in need of something that our normal selves can't. But the guards have and always will be Praxian, no matter what. My family have been royal guards for as long as I can remember. Jazz comes from a long line of nobles and royalty, but I can tell you one thing Ratchet. He's no spoiled brat, even before the war he always thought of others and was constantly wanting to learn to protect others."

"Prow-ler." Jazz mumbled softly in his stasis, hearing the nickname was a good sign for me. He whimpered heavily when Ratchet started cleaning the wounds.

"That's right Jazzy, I'm here." I looked at Optimus with a serious look. "You can't tell anyone this, the less that know the better. I think you understand what is at risk if Jazz declares Iron Crown. He is still the same goofy, friendly, caring Jazz and has only been out of character because he has been super stressed about what to do. He wants to continue the fight, but Prime you have to understand what he means to Cybertron. He's the only one who can end this war with peace."

Optimus looked down at Jazz, who was groaning and turned his helm. "What about Smokescreen, will he look like you if Jazz calls his calling card?" I understood that he was worried about his spark mate, and luckily for him Smokescreen didn't change as much as I did.

I shook my helm with my wings flicking back. "Smokescreen's is Honor, and no he doesn't look like Valour. They are what the Royal Guard calls 'knights' and they are our inner personas. Valour is my inner strength and rage. Honor is Smokescreen's belief in fairness and just, he will always fight fairly. And Bluestreak's is Verity, he can never tell a lie and can force others to speak only the truth. If you are wanting to see what Honor looks like, then you're going to have to ask Jazz to call him forward or have Smokescreen show you through the bond."

"How are you so calm about being a slave?" Ratchet was a little calmer when he asked as he got closer to finishing his repairs on Jazz.

I simply shrugged, "we aren't slaves we are free to do what we want and speak our minds. There is a difference from slave and being a guard, you don't see me calling Jazz master now do you?"

"Well no, but you're not exactly a free mech now are you?" Ratchet counter argued and attached an energon drip to Jazz's wrist. "This adequate for his royal highness?" Ratchet crossed his arms.

I rolled my optics and flared my wings slightly, "Ratchet I understand you are upset, Jazz is still Jazz. He isn't Primus, so stop acting like a sparkling who was just got grounded." A small groan came from Jazz, and my attention went straight for the Polyhexian. "Your majesty? Your highness, are you okay?"

"Told Meg…tron… about Iron… knights…wants-" Jazz groaned and cough up some energon. I wiped his face gently. "Wants… me… me to announce."

"Your highness, you don't worry about Iron Crown. I promised you would not have to declare it. Just rest and recover, and until you are one hundred percent I have over ruled. Okay?" I took his servo that was attached to his recently attached arm. He nodded before groaning and shuffled around.

Jazz held up his repaired arm with a weak smile, "I… told you Prowl I'd… I'd do my duty to Cybertron. I… I have to… to declare." He slowly tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down gently.

"Oh no you don't your majesty, I am not letting you do that while you're injured. I over rule your decisions until you're fit. That means not declaring any sort of law your highness." I stood up and looked at him with concern. Jazz groaned before laying back down and nodded before looking up at me, still not aware that Optimus and Ratchet were with us.

"Thank you for saving me. You're a good friend." He held onto my servo with a smile on his face as he fell into stasis.


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