"Jazz? Can you hear me?"
The sound of a voice was faint to Jazz's audios, like the speaker was speaking through a mile-long tunnel. Jazz was weak and disoriented, not sure where he was. His body felt limp and wouldn't readily respond to him.
His head throbbed heavily as his circuitry slowly came back online, trying to orient itself.
"Jazz?" the voice came from a lot closer this time, actually more like right behind him. He tried to turn his head, but found only pain as he tried.
He went back to looking forward, his optics still working on adjusting to the dim light in the room. "Red?" Jazz muttered, his audios finally recognizing the faint voice.
"Yeah…" the young security director mumbled. Jazz noticed that Red Alert's voice sounded strained, as though he had been recently strangled, the vocal receptors broken in places. He felt like the they were tied back-to-back, Red's hands were right where his were. He felt the wires digging into his wrists and arms as well as his legs. Looking around him where he could, his optics fully adjusted to the darkness, he could only still see the silhouettes of things around him.
"Where are we?" Jazz asked quietly.
He felt Red Alert's shoulders move up and down. "Not sure. Everything went offline after we got attacked."
Jazz thought for a moment, accessing his memory circuits, but the last thing he remembered was seeing the ark from the outside; everything after that was black. "Same here," the Porsche replied quietly. "I remember seeing someone, but I didn't get a good look at him."
"Are you hurt?" Red Alert's partial medical programming must have just kicked into life.
Jazz nodded slightly in the darkness. "Yeah, my neck and right shoulder." he grimaced as Red moved slightly causing the Porsche's shoulder to spark angrily. "What about you?"
Red was quiet for a moment before answering. "My head, neck, and left leg. My comm has been shorted out. Can you contact Teletraan?"
Trying, he got a surprise when something sparked behind his visor. "No; mine is gone too." He sighed; how could this happen? He had just taken a step outside when he had been ambushed.
A light suddenly came through the darkness like a plasma blast and Jazz moaned as the light tore through his throbbing circuitry.
"Autobots," a high-pitched voice came from the open door, forms blocking some of the light. Jazz was left in the dark with this one; he couldn't turn his head and the door was behind him.
"He wants an audience with the black one," Starscream was right next to Jazz, nudging the Porsche's black foot with his own. The seeker moved to kneel in front of Jazz, a tight smirk across his lips. He grabbed Jazz's chin roughly, turning the Porsche's head and sending painful waves through the young mech's body that caused him to cry out pitifully.
"One of his hydraulics is broken," Starscream was examining the Autobot's head and neck. "You fools were supposed to be careful!"
Someone shifted uneasily behind Jazz. "It's not my fault he struggled." Skywarp's voice sounded edgy.
The seeker in front of Jazz focused his optics on his captive's, forcing the young bot to look straight at him. "Pity that we can't have our way with him too…" Starscream managed to pull off a mocking pout as he spoke. "But at least he'll be good for some fun." Jazz watched with frightened optics as Starscream came forward, the seeker's lips crashing painfully into his. The Porsche's optics got wide as he Seeker's glossa tore through Jazz's tightly-pressed lips and assailed his mouth.
Disgust and revulsion filled Jazz's every synapse as the seeker pulled back, licking his lips. Jazz reacted to Starscream's smirk by spitting on the seeker, but promptly got slapped for it, his head whipping around painfully.
"Disrespect, Autobot." Starscream's optics were narrowed at Jazz as he muttered "You will learn…" Jazz watched Starscream through what he could of what was left of his vision. The seeker's slap has dislodged some of Jazz's optical connections and as such his vision was distorted. He cried out when his arm sparked painfully; someone had grabbed him and forced his torso forward so that another could get at the wires tying him and Red Alert together. He was freed from Red Alert, but there were still more wires dug into his arms, keeping them tied behind his back. He struggled for a moment, trying to free himself from the seekers' tight hold, but someone hit the back of his head, knocking loose more of his connections, his vision now in black-and-white, words flashing across his vision in warning.
"Quit struggling, pest!" Thundercracker sounded none-too-happy and Jazz sure as hell didn't want to get in this seeker's bad side any more then he already was. Jazz's head throbbed profusely as he was lifted to his feet. The Porsche's vision was trying to repair itself, but it was still messed; the right side of his visor seemed to be cracked slightly.
Jazz felt hands on his back, which shoved him forward, forcing him to walk. The only thing Jazz could do from his current position was obey the seekers' orders, and without any weapons he was positive that if he tried to fight he would lose. His only onboard weapon was in his injured arm and he could barely lift it. He obeyed the pushing hands reluctantly, leaving the room into the long hall.
The hall was very bright to Jazz's damaged optics after the darkness of the room they had just left. He squinted at the light and wished it would go away; his poor head kept throbbing.
"Where are you taking me?" Jazz was surprised to detect fear in his voice. The seekers must have noticed it too because they snickered slightly.
"Afraid, Jazz?" Starscream cackled at the young mech. "You have a right to be." he shoved Jazz forward again, forcing him to walk faster. "Don't worry about where you're going… just the shape you'll be in after he's finished with you." The seekers cackled slightly again, and that sent a wave of chilly fear down the Porsche's back; he now knew that whatever lay ahead of him he was not going to like it one bit.
"Keep moving!" Jazz got a rough shove from behind, prompting his feet to keep going. His shoulder didn't really hurt, but he knew that if he didn't get it repaired soon it just might fall off. His optics were slowly coming back online, the color now back in his vision as his spark began to slowly repair what it could. He was hoping that whatever the seekers were so thrilled about wasn't going to injure him too much, but, then again, Decepticons have never been known to be gentle.
The hall turned up ahead and entered into a small control room. There were monitors and screens all along the walls as well as a central control panel with a large-backed chair in front of it. Someone was sitting in the chair, the bot's metal wings protruding out the sides of the chair, and whatever was in the chair was giving off an aura of evil.
"We've brought him," Starscream sounded eager as he shoved Jazz into the room. "Now where's our pay?!"
Jazz halted his movements and glared back at the seekers in the doorway. Thundercracker's left wing was missing and Skywarp's face had a slightly mangled look to it; they seemed to have been beaten recently. "What a way to talk to Megatron, Starscream." Jazz couldn't resist, his haughty attitude had returned to him.
"It's in the middle room." Jazz turned to the chair, his previous demeanor now gone as the bot spoke, the voice incredibly familiar and definitely not belonging to Megatron. The bot stood up, his silver wings outstretched from his lower back, his body slim and solid blue.
Jazz's jaw dropped in disbelief and horror as Tracks turned around, smirking evilly down at the young Porsche. "Be gone, seekers, and let me have my fun."