DISCLAIMED.

This is just a random blurb that came out when I was thinking too much. I made a few very important changes in the G1 plotline—the Ark crash landed on Earth in pursuit of Megatron's flagship in the year 2015. The Autobots discover that they are not the first Cybertronians to crash on this planet.

I don't know if anything more will actually come of this. Just a blurb. :)

Dedicated to WolvesFire77, who was kind enough to PM me when I was going thought a really rough time in my life. So, thanks!

Prowl added more speed to his pursuit, his engine working on overdrive. The mech he was chasing was too fast for him. Before the other mech could drive away, he opened a private hailing frequency.

"Autobot hailing unidentified mech."

The Porche's engines revved even more. A response came quickly. "Not this time, Barricade. You ain't getting me that way."

Frustration with the other mech faded slightly at the implications of the other 'bot's statement. "Unidentified mech, what will it take for you to desist?"

"Why don't you gouge your optics out and then we'll talk."

Prowl felt several of his systems jolt. 'Is the mech running blind?' He thought to himself. 'How is that even possible?"

"I'm finished talking with you, Decepticon. You'll never catch me, you never do. 'Fact, you usually give up by now." That obviously gave the unidentified mech pause.

"Because I am not Barricade. Autobot designation Prowl. Requesting designation."

"Requesting you to either give me the verification code, or back the slag off."

Prowl didn't hesitate and rattled off the auth. code proving his alliance with the Autobot cause.

The other mech, coming to a decision of some kind, turned suddenly and transformed midair. Prowl came to a stop and followed suit. When he finished transforming Prowl winced internally at the amount of damage and scarring evident on the other mech. The paint scheme was faded and chipped, plating mismatched from obviously hurried patch jobs, and over his optics was a poorly made, opaque grey visor.

The other mech dropped into a defensive position and, when Prowl made no move, he spoke. "Autobot designation Jazz, saboteur."

Prowl felt shock stiffen his doorwings. Saboteur Jazz had disappeared a while back while on a mission and had been assumed dead. He had recently promoted to Head of Special Operations before his disappearance. He had been the best in special operations--Mirage and Bumblebee had often told stories about him. Prowl had only met the mech once and couldn't recognize him while Jazz was in the state he was.

What was he doing on this planet where the Autobots had crash landed?

"Jazz? I have two special operations members on my team who have talked about your exploits. Mirage and Bumblebee?" Jazz perked up and relaxed his posture a bit.

"'Raj? Bee? What are they doing on Earth?"

"We crash landed here not long ago while in pursuit of a Decepticon ship and are stranded. We were unaware of previous Decepticon presence on this planet until we arrived," he paused. "How long have you been here?"

Jazz responded, "Fifty local solar cycles. I was on an infiltration mission when I crashed along with a large contingent of Decepticons. There's a large amount of natural energy on this planet, and they've been attempting to harvest it and somehow get contact out to Megatron. However, technology here's still primitive and the landing in this atmosphere is rough, and they've been unsuccessful so far." He stopped here and a small, hopeful smile curved his mouth. It transformed his face into something that could be beautiful if it wasn't so tired and dented. "Does that mean there are more of you here?"

Prowl nodded and then realized he was nodding at a blind mech. "Affirmative." Jazz cycled air through his outtake vents.

"Well, that's a relief. I didn't know how much longer I was gonna be able to go by myself." Jazz shook his head and lightly touched his visor. "I have information for your commanding officer. Would it be possible for you to take me to him?"

"Yes, our ship is not far from here. I was actually on my way back when you appeared on my scanners." Prowl transformed and waited for Jazz to follow suit. When he did, Prowl began leading him towards the Ark's landing site.

"So," Jazz asked, "Mind telling me about your ship?"

"Certainly. We have a full staff," Prowl thought about the scan he had run on Jazz during his pursuit, "including a medic by the name of Ratchet."

"The old Hatchet?" Jazz responded, delight clear in his voice. "Man, he'll beat the slag outta me when he sees how I look."

"I see you are familiar with our CMO," Prowl responded dryly. Jazz chuckled.

"You could say that. Who's the CO?" He asked.

"The Commanding Officer," Prowl replied.

Jazz was silent for a few moments, and then, "Are you meaning to imply that your commanding officer is the commanding officer?"

"That is what I am meaning to imply."

"…You have Prime with you?"

Prowl tried not to be amused at the incredulous hope contained in Jazz's words. "Yes."

Jazz let out a whoop and sped up significantly. "Why didn't you say that before? Ole Optimus better brace himself. Jazz is coming home!"

The mech hummed delightedly the whole way to the Ark, and Prowl couldn't find it in his spark to complain.