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There were many things she regretted in her life.

And like every other bot, she had her top five regrets. One was not confessing to the twins - telling them the truth about her feelings before she 'died'. The other was not keeping track on Jazz. Selfish she was, her mind consumed on the status of the twins. Were they safe? Were they hurt? Were they being harassed? Were they even alive? Questions that possessed her as she tried to live through the agonizing pain of the Decepticon's attack on her.

Then she forget him.

She forget the mech, who comfort her in her times of need when the twins could not. Selfish. Absolutely selfish. That's the only word she could describe herself as she stared into her data pad on the whereabouts and information she could get about the mech. The positive thing about being Myoshia, she had access to much needed information.

Jazz was a spy. A former Decepticon that changed side in meeting Optimus Prime AKA Orion Pax. She was beginning to see the need to meet this mysterious mech Optimus. Jazz had infiltrate and destroyed many Con's base. Plans and where about of the leader, Megatron - the silver mech was seven steps ahead. However, his work plummet on the day of her 'death'. His medical records said much of the mech's emotions. He lacked in energon intake, sleep deprived, and emotionally unwell. He did not joke with fellow coworkers and was quick to anger.

He's been suspended multiple times. If he wasn't best at what he did, his adviser would have fired him many deca-cycle due to poor performance. And he was planning to fire him if Myoshia haven't given a call to the mech requesting the profile on Jazz. So now here she was under pressure of the status of her friend.

"Jazz was a good soldier." Landmine commented.

"He was a good soldier until last year, his performance started to drop." Scavenger noted. "He never stated as to why, but coincidentally it was the same date of a femme's death."

At this statement, both mechs choose not to gaze at the femme. Rather, they talk as though this femme 'Silverstriker' died. As one of her trusted source, the two mechs knew about her identity. But it wasn't like she willingly told them as well. More like they figured it out for themselves. In the beginning, she was wary of the mechs. She didn't know who she could trust. Who wouldn't stab her in the spark at her new life.

"Nevertheless, he is a good mech." she murmured. "We should recruit him. He shown loyalty and experience in his work."

"Are you sure that's a well idea, Myoshia?" Scavenger questioned. His tone already stated on his feelings of the idea. Call him protective, but he sees the femme as his own daughter. She was certainly the same age as his own should be.

"I agree with Myoshia as well, Scavenger." Landmine butted in. "He is a good mech and one of the best fragging soldier you can ever meet."

Mia smiled thankfully at the older mech and nodded. "So it's settled then?"

"Femme Myoshia, the twins are here." Cheesecake announced at the door.

Mia simply nodded and continued her work on revising the blueprint one of her scientist brought forward. He was the first in stellar cycles to bring her ideas. Well, those outside her company. Many of the scientist she recruited were young and so shy. The others, whom worked longer, gotten used to her presence and simply walked into her office chirping out their ideas. It wasn't ideal, but the actions were refreshing. Good to see the younger bots enjoying the life of creating and learning new things every cycle.

"Good to see you too."

She looked up and smiled at the twins strolling in. They certainly looked better than the corps they were a deca-cycle ago. It would even seem that they're paint look positively glowing. In all they looked much healthier. "Class reports?"

They both handed their classes performance data albeit she noted the hesitance in Sideswipe's movement. She combed through the information provided to see if anything were in the negatives. Sunstreaker grades were positively blooming. It was absolutely perfect except the few notes left by the professors about his social behavior. They also made a note of his narcissism. She should have informed them personally about his unique trait.

Sideswipe on the other hand was not failing, but his grades weren't exactly the best. He had flying colors in his physical, but his concentration in logistic classes were looking dull. "Sunstreaker, you're doing well."

She looked at Sideswipe and smiled. "Sideswipe, I'll assign a friend of mine to help you with your classes."

The mech looked embarrassed, but smiled back. "Thanks, I just don't understand the words they use."

"That's alright, some bots aren't fortunate enough to attend school as younglings." she said looking through the examination data. At least she knew where to work on Side's classes. He at least knew some tactic and a bit of science. Maybe she could enroll Landmine? She would ask Scavenger, but she knew he didn't like the twins. Maybe it's because she had a past with them as her former self. So far, most of the mechs in her life, who knew, didn't approve of her interaction with the twins.

"Bet you went to a lot of high profile academy." Sides grin jokingly. She smiled in reply but gave no response. She wished she went to an academy. She had envy the spoiled and rich mechs that did attend. They were blessed with the chance to attend, but many of the profiles she read - didn't bother graduating.

She read their reasons of dropping out or failing. It was laughable, when she stumbles on the many that dropped out because of the difficulty. The very same students that drank high grade till they were found by a drainage pipe. The students that did drop out due to financial problems, she made a note to have Cheesecake interview them.

Every bot needed a chance to prove themselves.

"Everything seems alright with your classes, but how are you feeling?" she questioned looking at the bots. The twins stayed silent with their helm tilted to one another. She knew they were communicating with one another. But why, she wondered. Many questions popped into her processor as to why they needed to have a private comm instead of responding.

Were they being mistreated?

It was no secret that she personally sponsor the twins. She sponsored many, but ensured her name was marked out on the documents. Some of the mechs she knew were disgruntle about it, other mechs she knew care not to remember were interested, and the other students were envious and angry. She wasn't naive to believe every bot would liked them. It took unique taste and personality to befriend the twins. After all, one was an antisocial narcissist and the other was a hyperactive prankster.

So, yes it took an interesting type of bot to tolerate them.

Well, at least one that weren't interested in interfacing them.

"Nah, just some mechs wanting to meet you and all." Sideswipe shrugged. "They were a bit forceful." His grin turned darker at the statement.

"It's because you keep coming around that it draws unwanted attention to us." Sunstreaker huffed. "They keep bothering us about you and dare to scratch my paint."

"Names?"

"Don't butt in," he scowled. "We can deal with them, but stop coming to the Academy."

She readjusted her optics and ex vented before nodding in agreement. If their statements were true, maybe it would be best to ease up on the visits. But she'd need to have someone look into the matter.

"You have my word."

Myoshia had taken to join her fellow scientist in creating the new designs for the Autobots Enforcers. She realize after giving up her visits, she had too much spare time. Most, if not all meetings were handled by Cheesecake. She was annoying, but she had a very informative processor on her shoulder. Hound had come back only to give in his resignation. He had peaked the interest of Madam Nightingale in his knowledge.

She suppose she should feel glad that the mech got his wish, but felt mostly sadden. There were not many bots she tolerated enough to spend time with. Most knew her as 'The Myoshia' and didn't bother looking underneath like the mech did. He was loyal and kind, Myoshia can only hope he is successful in his studies.

She could have visit Magnus, but the mech was in the office and she didn't wish to stir anymore rumors. She already had enough on her plate with the twins, she didn't need another rumor about her 'hot secret interface' with someone she saw as a creator.

The twins excel in their classes, albeit they caused a few ruckus with the students harassing them. She made no movements, but took care in dealing with the aftermath. She had brought up their profiles and made a note of the repeated warnings they got for misuse of chemicals. After the event, the twins were given a warning whereas the students, Rollstorm and Doomblast, had their berthroom checked.

It didn't surprise her when they found the drugs and expelled them.

They caused a scene about the unfair treatment and favoritism shown to twins because of her. They didn't realize she had Scavenger request a berthroom check on all students including her twins. It worked in her favor considering she knew the twins didn't abuse drugs. At least not anymore.

"Myoshia, I think you're using too much pink on the blaster."

"No, no." She grin, "Make a note that this is for Sentinel Prime."

Sentinel Prime didn't appreciate the remodel of his blaster. He took it upon himself to come and yell at her in person. Sadly, she knew this would happen and taken to keep her presence among many political figure at all times during the past deca cycle. She watched with a smile on her face as he took to screaming his vocals out before noticing the presence of the other bots in the room.

His embarrassment was delicious.

But now that fun time has gone, she felt nervous, which seemed ridiculous since Jazz was an old friend of hers. But it wasn't like she was introducing herself as Silver. It was not like she could go back to the old days of drinking Jazz's special high grade or his insistent calling of 'Silvy'.

For the first time in stellar cycles, her spark felt like burning out.

She couldn't even comfort him about herself. She had to ignore the existence of her other self. Like she has been doing the past orn. She had to pretend that she didn't know the mech that sat before her. Ignore the fact that his paint look non existent; the stiffness in his once relaxed shoulders; the permanent frown where a smile should be. Ignore that the Jazz she knew was just a stranger.

"It's good to finally meet the Con turned bot." She smirked. She needed to play her part and be a snob at it. She needed to keep the mech at a servos length from her. If there was anything Jazz wasn't, it was an idiot. The mech would figure something strange or familiar about her. Just because she could not keep the memories and sentimental feelings at bay. He simply could not know it is her. No matter how much she missed her old friend.

Jazz stayed silent and kept staring at her or at least she believe he was. It was hard to tell what the mech was staring at when he wore his visors. But her worry was assuaged at the sight of his slight grin. "Nice to finally meet the infamous Myoshia." he drawled out.

She chuckled a little before looking through Jazz's profile. Even though she memorized the information. "I see here you used to be an infamous Decepticon, before meeting Optimus Prime."

"Yep, the mech is a good leader."

She nodded at his statement, "Why did you join the Cons in the first place?"

Jazz tilted his helm and sighed. "I grew up with little to no employment options, Megatron was offering the chance for a change."

"Then what did Optimus Prime had that made you change your mind?"

"Peace."

She nodded and input the data into her pad making a reference to speak with Optimus about the conversation. She didn't doubt Jazz's words, but it would benefit Jazz in case any bots had their doubts.

"Which academy did you attend?" he asked, his visors glinting slightly in the light.

"Excuse me?"

"Academy? I mean it's not everyday a mech gets an invite from Femme Myoshia." he laughed a under his breath. "So I did a little digging."

Her energon turned cold. She tried to swallow the lubricant flowing freely into her mouth before clearing her vocal cords. She opened her mouth few times, weighing the words. It felt heavy. "And did you find what you need satisfactory?"

"Well, you see." he grinned drumming his digits in a familiar tune on the table. The last time she heard it was before she died. "I checked out the Academy and none of the professors even remember a Myoshia ever attending, so I dig a little deeper and found something more interesting."

She tightened her servos and stood up. "I think that's enough for today, I'll have my assistant show you out." she tried to smile, but her spark raced in her glass chamber. A polite tilt of her helm, she turned to walk out the door. Sending a quick comm to Cheesecake to get down here immediately! She hears the mech slam the table, but continues out the door.

"Silver, don't run away from me again!"

To Be Continued...

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