To 2049-Shadow: I'm not gonna lie. When I read your review, I smiled. I like how you think. But yeah, I do plan to add more Decepticons later on.

To LuminusSteel: I feel like Smokescreen could drink 4 liters of ginger ale and a giant can of chicken noodle soup. And I'm glad you love the story~LuminusSteel: I feel like Smokescreen could drink 4 liters of ginger ale and a giant can of chicken noodle soup. And I'm glad you love the story~

Okay, so slight gore warning…? Maybe? There's blood and mention of organs showing, but nothing in extreme detail that makes you want to puke. I feel like I spoiled something, but trigger warning just in case.


The MECH soldiers occupied the main building, the largest one in the vicinity, were working on projects that were assigned to them by the boss himself, wherever he may be at right now. With masks hiding more than their identity, the MECH operatives quietly engages in their task, stopping briefly when the large metallic doors opened apart.

It was only one of their own, indistinguishable comrade who entered through the small opening. He was most likely on watch, coming in to switch shifts with someone and report to another assigned area.

Although some time after, the closed door was then forced all the way open with a loud, alarming scraping noise with a grinning Wheeljack appearing, exclaiming, "Surprise~!" And charging straight in with katanas blades swinging.

One of the leather clad soldiers grabbed a walkie talkie. "Emergency! Hideout compromised on upper level! Requesting backup-" He then felt his shoulder being tap, turning around respectively to the source.

Facing him was Jazz's face, in the attire of a MECH operative minus the mask of course. He must have taken it off and placed his shades on, all while the other operatives were focused on Wheeljack. The human in disguise playfully flashed a signal jammer, much to the other's dismay, "I think you're phone is out of service." then punched out the guy and then joined the fray with Wheeljack.

Soon after the last human body hit the ground, they were tossed and locked into a supply closet by Wheeljack. "That's the last of 'em… I was expecting more of a fight."

Jazz had the same feeling: this was way too easy. Not even worth getting in disguise- although black leather did not look bad on him. "If the rest of 'em are on a field trip right now, I don't want them to come back with bigger guns." At this time, the dark skinned man made himself acquainted with a terminal. Since it was recently activated,

there was no need to hack into the system which made things a lot easier.

The race car scans the room for anything overlooked. "Then we better start doing some damage."

"Not before I do some research. Would be helpful to know what they know so I can delete it later."

"Found something," Wheeljack announces, standing before a set of large doors embedded in the floor. "This must lead underground."

"I didn't know there was an underground," maybe that's why the goon that was knocked out earlier referred this area as the upper level. Perhaps... "oh, found the map. If you want to find the perfect place to cause some damage, how about the ammunition stockpile room?"

This captured Wheeljack's attention. "About time you start speaking my language."

"Here's the directions," Motioning to the screen, the map of the entire hideout clearly presented. "Give me a heads up, a good heads up, before the fireworks start."

"Will do," The Autobot mech waved off, "don't wait up on me."

"Try not to make too much noise over there or you'll really need that back up. There could be more of MECH scattered around somewhere." The last thing needed is the hideout on full alert, so getting out as fast as getting in is preferable.

Bearing the warning in mind, the Wrecker exits with caution while Jazz starts his uncovering work; stumbling across a few top secret files and eventually the surveillance footage of the hideout, "Hello surveillance feed." He spots Wheeljack in stealth mode, camouflaged in the shadows of other buildings, gripping on katanas. "I see you're going the wrong way," the easy going man said into his comms, watching Wheeljack nearly jump from surprise. His expression in the screens were priceless when he spotted said hidden camera.

"It's a few clicks to your south… And that's a rude gesture, I was trying to help." The techno organic rolls his eyes when Wheeljack flipped him off. He then focuses back on the cameras to make sure no one else was around. "Geez, you can't give a mech directions without him getting mad." Believing the coast was clear of any other MECH operatives soon proved wrong when a room flashed onto the screen.

It wasn't vacant, it was the complete opposite. The boss, Jazz assumed since he didn't have a mask on, was standing, watching over his goons working on something on a lab table. Whatever they were working on was obscured by the camera's unlucky angle as someone's back block any view on the table.

"What are they working on down there…" If he wants to get a closer look, he needs to sneak into the lower level without attracting any attention. The main entrance is a giant sliding door which was an obvious way down and bound to walk across someone. To the side, vents that lead underground…

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"Progress report." Silas said as he approached the MECH surgeon, eyes fixating on a frail, weak body on the examination table.

"We've gathered interesting information about the subject's technological and organic mixture. It's remarkable that it's living with the two states combined, truly, MECH will be in favor of this. Some of it's components are indeed similar to the recent Transformers we have studied, including energon in it's veins."

The scarred man gave a pleased grin. "Looks like we've hit the jackpot."

"However, the subject's vitals are dropping. At any rate, it could shut down permanently." the surgeon concluded.

"We've gathered what we need from it. It'll be useless to us dead considering it doesn't have anything else of interest. Drain the rest of it's blood. Energon is still energon once filtered. Dispose it afterwards." Silas ordered without empathy for the unresponsive Laserbeak.

Watching the MECH agents through slits in the vents for quite some time, Jazz tries to shimmy down the metallic passageway, planning to follow the men in leather as they beginning rolling out Laserbeak's table. All of a sudden, the vents make a loud, noticeable creak, giving away to the foreign weight and lack of proper fixing.

Silas and the rest of his men barely reacted fully until the vents fell open, dropping Jazz down with a crash.

The barrage of red laser dots that freckled was as pleasant as the soreness he got from the fall. "Um… 'Who is this dashingly handsome man that fell out of the vents' you may ask yourselves as you aim your weapons at me…" The terrible realization that he is vastly outnumbered in a body that doesn't handle bullets very well, Jazz calls defeat in his blunder.

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"And that's the last of it." Wheeljack stands proudly at his latest explosive masterpiece. Having the fuel lines of tanks all hooked together next to the explosive missiles is nothing short of pyrotechnic genius. "Jazz? You got all the information you need?" No response. "Jazz?"

:: I applaud you for having the stereotypical underground evil bad guy base. Do you know how long it's been since I broke into one? ::

Who is he talking to?

"Are you okay? What's going on?" Wheeljack tried again into the comm link.

:: You're dodging all of my questions. :: Said a different voice in the background which clearly didn't belong to Jazz.

:: And you're keeping me hostage with something sharp in the corner of my eye. You see how I'm not down with this. ::

Wait… Underground, down… He's captured and located somewhere underground.

:: Set the place for high alert. Check to see if anymore of his friends are around. ::

And presently, there's a search for the Wrecker. Finally, a reason to not stay silent. "Recon to rescue. Hang in there." Wheeljack transforms into his speedy alt mode.

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This is not how Jazz visioned the end of his life: Strapped down to a table, no explosions or anything fun. Just strapped to a cold, steely table that his exposed back was suffered to.

"I should thank you for dropping by. I was afraid finding another organism same as the other would be one-in-a-million." Silas stood beside the elevated examination table to where he can look down at the trapped Jazz.

"Thank you for making me feel one of a kind." The restraint preventing the use of weapons is surely unconventional… Especially since Jazz wants nothing more than to shoot off that smug, scarred face. It almost reminded him of Starscream.

"I didn't think you Autobots would enjoy playing human enough to become one yourself." Silas briefly picks up the shirt with the Autobot symbol that was placed aside. Apparently, Jazz wore it under the leather coat. "Quite a phoenima. It makes me wonder if there was a process to this. There's more to your alien technology than meets the eye, I presume?"

"I can't say. It would take the fun of having secrets." Jazz replied frowning.

"If you don't know this yourself, MECH has a tendency to discover all there is to know about your technology. However, I do not understand how this bot in human flesh endeavor is possible." Silas took the odd shades off Jazz's face, ignoring the protest. "Since you're more durable than our last find, extensive testing will be possible. And we can skip the anesthetic, just for you." He then tossed aside the eyewear like trash. "Men, begin."

Oh, this is going to hurt like Pit… The tip of a sharp blade would have no problem slicing his flesh open.

Silas started to receive an urgent call on the walkie talkie. :: Sir! We have a situation! ::

"Status report."

:: The base have been compromised by another Transformer! It's making way down- :: static cuts off the rest of the critical news.

The MECH leader gave the signal for everyone to be on guard after the call dropped. Not too soon, the sound of a speeding vehicle echoing down the halls alerts the MECH soldiers. Wheeljack zooms in and evades blast shots, transforms up, grabs the biggest closest object in arms reach, and launches it into the direction of the blasting.

Ultimately for Silas, the new intruder is too difficult to bring down without heavier firepower. "Fall back, now." Silas commanded as the others follows the order. He was not very happy about this intrusion at his own base…

"Running so soon? I thought I'd return the favor and slice you open, scraplets!" The threat was only empty, only the slicing open part, but swordsmech did swat the fleeing MECH soldiers with the side of his katana.

After watching the MECH operatives scram out of the room, Wheeljack sheathes his blades and assists the immobile Jazz from the examination table, breaking the bonds that held him captive. He cringes, watching Jazz trying to sit himself up with a large cut on his side leaking a mixture of bright energon and crimson blood. "Jazz, you're-"

"I'm fine. Only a mesh wound. Luckily, I got another layer of skin made of metal they had trouble cutting through… Almost like I'm still part machine." He chuckled, only to grunt in pain from the very slight movement, peering up with unusual milky white eyes at the rescuer.

"Your eyes too… What did MECH do to ya?" Wheeljack soon found the blue glasses that miraculously didn't get trampled during the brief skirmish and picked it up.

"It wasn't them who messed up my eyes. It's a long story and I don't have the luxury of time right now to tell it."

The larger Autobot delivers the shades back to its rightful owner. "You're gonna need this then."

Thanks. Can I have my jacket too?" Jazz then pulls his shirt on once finding it in arm's reach, biting his lower lip from the slight pain from the action, and ties his jacket by the arms, applying enough pressure to stop the bleeding. "If you came a minute later, they had a saw with my name on it."

"Good thing I came before MECH wanted two pieces of ya. Let's get outta here, I'm ready to blow this place." As Wheeljack was ready to bail, he didn't understand why the man was heading a different direction. "Where you going? The exit's that way!"

"I overheard and saw them wheel out one of their 'patients' like me. Whoever it is, they're in worst scrap than I am. I think it was this way..."

At this point, Wheeljack didn't have much of a choice but to follow. "You think? I need you to be positive here. If we don't split soon, both of us will need cleanup."

"Worried already?" Said Jazz with a teasing grin. Good to see that MECH hasn't cut out his sense of humor.

"What I'm worried about is you fallin' over on me. It doesn't take a medic to know you're losing energon the longer that cut goes untreated. And also risking our metal hides- well, my metal hide, your half metal hide- for another but that's not one of ours? It could be a 'Con ready to backstab us."

"If he's well enough to hold a knife. This recon just became a rescue, remember?" Wheeljack got convinced to follow Jazz, surprised the guy could hold himself up after an injury.

Finding the room on the first try was the easy part in the underground tunnel. Taking out the surrounding MECH guards was easy too, leaving them knocked out in the hallways as Jazz entered the formerly secured room.

Although, the hard part was witnessing the body...

From first hand experience, MECH didn't have any hesitation to slice Jazz up, so finding a body in worse condition than he was anticipated, but it was just horrible.

A mutilated body, with parts of techno-organic organs showing- it's too much to stare at… Getting closer, it was a child- a young child with raven black hair. There was no telling that the child was alive until taking a quick pulse check. Barely alive, Jazz breathed, but for how long would the kid stay online?

Jazz could do a quick patch job to stabilize the kid, but there's nothing to aid a techno-organic… If there's something to just wrap him in… Knowing hesitation could mean sure death, Jazz had to give up his energon stained jacket to wrap the unmoving child like a blanket, proceeding to holding the child close as he exits the room.

Wheeljack looks down at the techno-organics, not expecting to see a child out of all things. "Let's go. Both of you need a patch job."

The Autobots continued their escape out into the underground tunnel, only to be stopped shortly after. Silas and his men cut off their path, this time, equipped with weapons to bring the intruders down.

"There's nowhere left to run." Silas proclaimed very assured of the fact.

Scrap. Making a sudden movement would get them blasted to bits and MECH would scrape them up. Wheeljack may have a chance from only getting grazed from a bullet, but considering Jazz doesn't have metal skin and hardly in a condition to engage in another fight, this is bad news.

"Sir, we are getting word that the armory seemed to be locked from the inside…" One of the masked men relied the news to Silas, who didn't seem very thrilled about it.

"Get it opened now! Blow up the doors if you have to."

"Oh, let me get that for you then." Hiding from view, Wheeljack presses the button of a remote-controlled detonator. Since countdown-based bombs would be frowned upon by Jazz, the Wrecker improvised. The walls and ceilings trembled from the shock of the explosion above ground, leaving the MECH people disoriented enough to make a quick move. The fixtures above were close to giving in and Jazz detected loosening support beams. Shooting his grappling hooks towards the beams, he pulls it down, causing the ceiling to collapse.

Wheeljack protects the smaller beings with his back, shielding falling debris after he scoops the techno organics up and run back the down the hall.

Silas and his men, however, are neck deep in debris…

"Whew… Great thinking. Mind giving me a heads up next time?" Wheeljack grinned then stopped moving, not hearing a response from the techno-organic, he looks down into his energon-stained servos at Jazz loosely gripping Laserbeak. "Oh no, you stay here with me here, Shades. Scrap." The Wrecker tries his comms, hoping his signal from underground will be reached. "Wheeljack to base, do you read?!"

:: Wheeljack?:: Never in Wheeljack's life would he'd be so elated to hear Ratchet's cranky voicebox. :: Do you have any idea what time it is?! ::

"Give me a clock later, I need an emergency bridge! We got wounded."

As the humming of the groundbridge fades, the engines of approaching vehicles near the sight. The TIC of the Decepticons steps out of the purple and black car after it parked. There he saw the infrastructure that housed MECH main activities partly collapsed, however, still possible for the small human body of Soundwave to slip into. During this, the other Decepticons under Breakdown's command fanned out to survey the area.

There was a terminal still intact enough to hooks up his tendrils to its systems, accessing camera footage.

By Primus… Soundwave watches in horror at the video clip playing of his Laserbeak at the mercy of MECH.

"Leave me alone.." Laserbeak protested weakly as his body felt numb.

"Sir, our scanners indicate that it hold traces of energon. It may have some relations to the Transformers' biology."

"Then let's find out what our alien friend holds. Are the anesthetic in effect?"

"No no no!" Laserbeak's gray eyes widen in horror as they reflected the frightening MECH soldiers with pointy objects... "S-sire!"

It ends in static. Soundwave's silent rage wasn't a force to be reckoned with, and when he finds those scavengers… But even all that rage has to simmer down into fear for his sparkling's condition.

Soundwave surmised the MECH operatives self destructed their base to avoid leaving any tracks. The damage looks recent, so it's still possible to track them. "Command: Immediate search of the premise! Find any trails of MECH and Laserbeak!" If they escaped, they couldn't gone far.

Sadly, the search effort went for hours. MECH held the title of being known for leaving without a trace. The Decepticons had to report back to Soundwave empty handed. The Third In Command later relayed to Lord Megatron about MECH, the search effort being a failure, and having no choice but to believe Laserbeak is terminated and have to abandon the search.

A part of Soundwave didn't want to lose all hope as he was determined to search for Laserbeak's signal on the terminals still. The results were the same every minute and hour, like MECH completely vanished off the face of the Earth. In the end… the spymaster had to give up after listening to logic: even if he found his minicon, what's the chances he'd be alive in one piece? This way of thinking discourage him from continuing the search, sitting gloomily on the terminal.

Soon, Megatron entered the bridge. "Soundwave, the lost of Laserbeak is a great grievance." To be frank, Megatron never really cared about minicons in general; too small to be useful for anything. However, Laserbeak was one of the few exceptions, and seeing how much the minicon meant to Soundwave, he shares his condolence. Still seeing the lack of movement of the spymaster, the Warlord continues, "I understand if you need to stay away from the consoles for a while. There's no retribution for an early dismissal for the night."

Usually, when Megatron speaks, it's wise for the recipient to look Megatron in the eyes. However, in this instance, the TIC remained staring dead at the screen's ahead.

A silent nod, the first motion seen in Soundwave since he arrived on the terminals, was all that needed to be seen by Megatron before he turns and leaves Soundwave, alone- a feeling he will have to get used to. However being alone right now is preferable.

No one will see him cry.


If anyone caught a certain reference, I will give you a sneak peak of the next chapter.

Sooo. If anyone was bothered that I didn't incorporate Jazz's unique way of speaking, it's purely because I did not feel like going back on his lines and editing them. SO this is the game plan. I will start, for reals this time, GOING BACK AND EDITING THESE CHAPTERS. I need to fix some stuff and one of them including Jazz and Blaster's way of speaking and some other minor details.

Laserbeak is saved thanks to the power puff- I mean Jazz and Wheeljack. Even though… Laserbeak might not make it, you now? *insert smiley face*

Okay next chapter is planned… Maybe. I am determined to take less than a month to write this, but these IB classes tho… If I wanna write more of these chapters, I gotta get ahead of my work.

So, leave your comments and all that great stuff.