The slaves-master's servos shook. Well technically his whole body shook, but Prowl's attention was on his servos. That held a whip. Which hurt. " Who was it slave. Who sparked you up!" The looming Iaconian demanded flicking the whip forward striking Prowl across the face.

The kneeling Praxian snarled, but otherwise remained silent. He would not give Jazz up, the agent would be put to death. And he would not see his lover killed. The surrounding slaves began to murmer about Prowl's defiance, causing the copper armoured slaver to growl angerly and bring his whip down again. "Tell me slave, or your in for a pit of a night."

Prowl glared his unmatched optics, one icey blue the other flaming yellow, sparking with contempt. The slave-master surged forward grabbing Prowl by the collar of his chassis, the Praxian helpless to defend himself due to the inhibitor-claw firmly clamped to his back. " You are a slave. You belong to me, and if I wanted to breed you I would have."

"He don't belong to no one." A new voice suddenly rumbled, causing the Iaconian to drop Prowl and spin around throwing his whip out.

The newcomer, a blue visored Polyhexan, didn't flinch, just brought his arm up so the whip wrapped around his wrist. With a smirk that revealed a hint of fang, the newcomer pulled his arm back, effectively yanking the whip from the slave-master's grasp.

Blue optics wide the slave master frantically tried to comm for back up, receiving only static. Seeing his struggle, newcomer's grin grew even more nasty. " Ya can try, but'cha you won't get through. Made sure of that."

The copper mech stumbled backwards falling on his aft as he desperately searched for an escape. "What do you want!" His voice cracked with a whine.

"The code to release tha inhibitor-claw." The sliver and black Polyhexan said darkly.

In fear for his life the Iaconian rattled of a list of codes, " there that good?"

The newcomer tilted his head as if thinking hard before diving forward to grab the slaver by the throat. "I think not."

With obvious skill the Polyhexan slipped a dagger in between the Iaconian's armour severing a major line and let the slave-master clank to the ground. " That's for my mate."

As soon as the slave-master faded the newcomer's sneer slipped from his face, replaced by a worried frown as he rushed to Prowl's side. The Praxian had fell forward on his chest as soon as the threat of the slave-master was gone.

" Jazz?" Prowl whined weakly, trying to lift his helm.

"Shh, love. I gotcha." Jazz said smoothly as he unclamped the inhibitor-claw and pulled Prowl into his lap.

"I thought..."

Jazz shushed him. " I was extracted. With enough information to bust this place. "Tha Prime's mechs are already rounding up the slavers."

"That's good." The tired Praxian muttered, his duo optics dimming.

Jazz chuckled softly, pressing a quick kiss to Prowl's fore-helm. " Yeah Prowler, it was."

Jazz held his beloved, rubbing comforting circles on his back, right up until the medics came over to check the Praxian.