From the memory log of the Jettwins, Elite Guard fliers; memory that made them feel special
The twins had completed training with the Elite Guard after being upgraded to fliers.
Not to mention, they'd recently been inducted as junior officers.
They'd noticed that a certain white mech had warmed up to them after the initial shock of two fliers being made.
"Hey, twins," his familiar voice greeted their audials.
Upon hearing his voice, the twins look to see Jazz heading in their direction.
"Oh, hello Mr. Jazz, sir," Jetfire said.
"What is bringing you here?" Jetstorm asked.
"Was thinkin' of seeing one of the humans' movies. Wondered if you wanted to watch it."
"Anybot else watching as well?" Both ask.
Jazz shook his helm.
"No, just the three of us."
From the memory log of the Jetstorm, stormy Elite Guard flier; mia familia
The last thing the blue flier remembered before onlining was an explosion.
The mine!
Were the other workers alright?
What about Kilobyte?
More importantly, what about brother?!
No bot seemed to notice he was online.
Blue optics opened to see he was in some sort of chair used for science experiments and that he'd sustained injuries.
There was also wiring connected to his frame. He was also connected to some sort of spark machine.
It was then that he noticed something from the corner of his optic.
When he looked over, he was not expecting to see what he did.
There was Jetfire, sitting in the same kind of chair as him, wires connected to him as well and his helm missing entirely.
Jetfire was also connected to a life support machine.
Upon seeing his brother like this, Jetstorm's optics widened and welled up.
"Bro… brother?" He squeaked.
The blue mech attempted to break free from the wiring, his intakes faster than normal, his spark racing, and screams erupting from his vocalizer.
In the end, he had to be sedated so they could finish the upgrading.
By the time he onlined again, there was an orange faceplate with familiar orange optics staring at him, directly in front of him.
Jetstorm lunged at the orange mech, wrapping his arms around him and trembling.
Soon after, arms wrapped around him and held tightly.
From the memory log of the Jettwins, Elite Guard fliers; memory that makes them smile
Recently, Perceptor's photovoltai-cat, Byte, had offlined and the twins had taken it pretty hard.
Eaten something he shouldn't have.
Perceptor seemed to have noticed how upset the twins were, so he'd decided to surprise them while they were working.
Two helms turn to look at the scientist when they heard his pedesteps, followed by a heavier set that distinctly belonged to a mech-animal.
The twins noticed there was a Tarnish Ridgeback at Perceptor's side and it was just taller than him.
Curious, Both Jetfire and Jetstorm went over to the emotionless mech and Jetfire asked, "Carrier? What is being up with the cyber-hound?"
"I noticed you two in particular were upset when Byte offlined," Perceptor said. "Thought I'd surprise you."
Realization dawned, and the twins smiled brightly before hugging the smaller mech.
"Thank you carrier!"
From the memory log of the Jettwins, Elite Guard fliers; angry memory
Jetfire and Jetstorm had returned home from their job.
"Carrier! We are being home!" The orange mech called out.
There was no response.
"Carrier?" The blue one called out in a questioning manner.
Usually he was home by the time they were. Byte then ran up to the two, something attached to his back.
"Hello, Byte," Jetfire said and reached down to the photovoltai-cat.
Once in Jetfire's arms, Jetstorm noticed what was attached to him.
The blue mech removed it and looked it over.
It appeared to be a note of some sort.
Blue eyes widened in surprise, bringing a look of confusion to his twin's faceplate.
"What is being, brother?" He asked.
"Carrier was kidnapped and Decepticons are wanting to trading him for something they are wanting."
Now it's time for orange optics to widen.
Byte was then set on the ground, of which he ran off again.
"Should we be telling Elite Guard?" Jetstorm asked.
"No, we are getting carrier by ourselves," Jetfire stated as he made his way to the door.
"But brother…" Jetstorm tried to protest.
Orange optics glared at blue ones. Almost immediately, Jetstorm stopped in his tracks. He'd never seen his brother glare like that. Or even at him. He didn't know what to make of it.
"You are being angry as well, I can tell." There was no denying that, especially since they were basically a split protoform and in essence, a split spark as well.
"Where were they saying location was?"
Jetstorm then relayed where it was and Jetfire led the way on pede.
Once at the location, Jetfire kicked the door down and looked around when inside.
Jetstorm was right behind him.
There was a couple Cons that aimed their weapons at the two.
"Where is our carrier?" Jetfire asked in a booming voice.
"If you're talking about that scrawny little scientist, then you're out of luck," one said. "Besides, you're outnumbered. Three to two."
"I am not repeating myself!" Jetfire screamed, his frame catching fire. "Where is our carrier?!"
Jetstorm's optics widened, as well as those of the three Decepticons.
From the memory log of the Jettwins, Elite Guard fliers; random memory
The twins had remembered hearing there was a neutral colony in the same galaxy the Detroit bound Autobots are in, so the twins decided to pay a visit.
The place they're visiting?
Archon.
As they landed, they noticed a set of five bots waiting for them, all mechs and mostly white and red.
One was orange and white with a hint of black and another was blue and black with a hint of red.
They immediately went to the five when they were on the ground and off the ship.
"You two must be the Elite Guard twins we've heard about," the blue and black one said.
"You are knowing us?" Jetfire asked.
"A lot of bots do," the orange and white one interjected.
"The two of you are famous for being not only the youngest members of the Elite Guard, but because you're the only fliers that everybot knows about, outside of the ones that haven't gotten
attention."
It was then that he indicated the mech standing next to him.
Both twins look to see that it's a mech with rotors on his back.
"You two aren't the only ones that can fly," the rotored mech said.
"Name's Blades."
"Jetfire," the orange twin said.
"As you can be telling, this is my twin, Jetstorm."
Said mech smiled and waved to the five.
The other four introduced themselves as the other Protectobots, Hot Spot, Streetwise, First Aid, and Groove.
As it turns out, they help keep everybot here in Archon safe.
Bonus: TFA verse Zodiac Predacons
From the memory log of Taurus, Zodiac Predacon Minotaur; funny memory
The femme had gotten back from retrieving the items that Valentine had gotten them.
Luckily no bot had spotted her.
None of them wanted to know what would happen if they were.
"Taurus is back!" Pisces called out when she saw the Minotaur.
"Hi Pisces," Taurus said.
"Hi," the mermaid replied from her position in the water.
"Have you seen Aquarius around? I have some things for him," Taurus told.
Pisces nodded.
"He's with Aries in his den."
There was a nod from the pink and purple femme and she trotted to Aries' den.
When she got there, she saw that the wings of Aquarius' alt mode had gotten tangled in the horns of Aries'.
She couldn't help but laugh as she watched them trying to free themselves.
