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Bronze worked with Jazz for close to two weeks, mainly teaching him how to maneuver and change speeds. Jazz began to adapt to it very easily. Maestro had done a good job on that programming. When not out driving, Jazz often helped him to run the spare-parts warehouse or run errands for customers or other neighboring stores. His charm and easy-going personality soon won over many of the bots in the area.

Then one day, while he was at the front counter, a femme walked in quite unlike any he'd seen before. She looked older, and more refined.

"Can I help you ma'am?" he asked.

"I'm looking for a mech called Maestro. Do you know where I can find him?"

"Maestro? Of course! I can take you to him if you like. Wouldn't mind paying the old bot a visit myself. Hey ol' buddy, mind if I step out for a bit?"

Bronze came out from the back. "Jazz, how many times have I told you, you cant go running off when you feel like it. There are certain – ." He stopped short when he saw the femme. "Orchestra. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for Maestro. I need to tell him where I'm going. He has a right to know Bronze."

"Now hold on a second here," Jazz said. "Don't mean to interrupt and all, but who is she? And what does she want with Maestro?"

"My name is Orchestra and I am an old friend of his. Who are you?"

"This is Jazz," said Bronze. "Maestro's creation."

"Maestro created you? Why that rusting slag bucket. He did it after all."

"Yes he did," Maestro said, coming in through the front door. "Never thought I'd see you here Orchestra. What changed?"

"Bronze didn't tell you?"

"Apparently Bronze hasn't told me a lot of things."

"I met her in Polyhex when I went up there to buy some spare parts. She asked me where I was from, when I told her she asked me if I knew you," Bronze said.

"I also asked him not to tell you we met," Orchestra added. "As I had a feeling you would not like it much. For you first question: I am on my way to Levatron."

"That city is a warzone and you know it. It is no place for you," Maestro said.

"You're not the only one who made a promise to Chord. Levatron was his city, where he was created. You may want to wait till you slowly fade away and die Maestro, but I intend to go out the same way Chord did – fighting."

"You're not as young as you were either."

"Look who's talking. Anyway I am not going alone. Bronze agreed to come with me."

The look on Maestro's face was one that Jazz had never seen before. The old bot turned to him.

"Jazz, go home. The three of us have some issues to discuss. I'll see you back at the house."

"Will you be alright?" Jazz asked, optics wide with concern.

"Perfectly fine. Go on home."

Jazz headed to the door, glanced back once more and stepped outside. Once on the road, he transformed. Before he drove off he heard Maestro's voice rise against the other two. As he headed back he pieced together what had just happened. Obviously their little dispute had started long before he ever came online, and he was only a small part of it, but he was curious as to what happened.

Maestro returned later that night. Jazz heard the front door slam shut and looked up from the datapad he was reading. He heard Maestro moving around in the front room and muttering something under his breath. Jazz sat up in his recharge berth and looked towards the door, wondering if the old robot would come in. when nothing happened after 5 minutes, he spoke up.

"Maestro are you alright?"

"I'm fine Jazz, don't worry about me."

Something in Jazz's central processor told him that the old mech was lying. He got off the berth and went to the door. "You don't sound fine to me. Matter of fact, you sound pretty down. Wanna talk about it?"

Maestro looked at him from his position on the couch. "Well, Vector Sigma did a good job with you, I'll give it that."

"Right, I have no idea what that just meant, but it's a start," Jazz replied as he went and sat next to Maestro. "I'm your creation, I have questions. Its your job to give me answers. For starters, what's the deal with Orchestra and Bronze and how am I involved in it?"

"It's a long story."

"We've got all night and I need a bedtime story."