Welp...(I don't know when I had taken on using 'Welp' instead of well all of the times but I am taking it as is! I love using it) This is a new update! Talking about my training... It was actually kind of boring the first few days until Friday, they dumped me with some work! Good ol' work... I miss doing something instead of staring at others doing their own.

And since I was majorly free those days, I had am endorsing you reader to read my new story... If Things Could Be. The summary is already there and please do leave me a review! I like reviews... XD Now, back to this chapter, I think the time for reveal would need to come close... but the downside to this is that I don't know where the heck the plot is going again... I was stumped creating the 60th chapter. Welp, till then... before my updating chapters are gone... I hope I can get the plot straight and right on track again... wish me luck!

Copyright Transformers is Hasbro's as Shein/Oen/Sheina is an OC of mine.

Chapter 56: Disapprovingly satisfied

Frenzy could still not really move but he was happy that he was able to see what was happening and is going to happen to the slagging fleshbag of a Director Charlotte Mearing was. He was very excited to finally see the end of the slagging meat bag the human is. His optics were already sparkling in anticipation and he was so ready to mentally channel a report of the end of the human... until the fragging offlined mech stopped and gave the woman a stare down of his own.

Oh, the cannon was still pointed at the lady but being an Autodolt he is, he had not pull the trigger and just decided that it was better to intimidate to interrogate her. It was so typical of an Autodolt… Very. And this just had him sourly grumbling mentally as he cussed the programming that their counterpart fraction has in their processors.

"N 'ya 'r…?" Jazz asked as he squinted at the old woman that was more like that old coot that had taken their Little Bee to be tortured by their so-called non-existent group. If he could remember correctly, their name wasn't important but the atrocities that they had done were something that is noteworthy and deserving of a little payback from this Autobot Saboteur.

At observing the woman, Jazz soon came to a misconclusion that this was the fragging sector's base of operations as he internally cursed at the thought that he might have been on that slab and missing parts in some places because they had been experimenting and dissecting him! Seeing that that could be a viable reason as to why the sparkling might be in distress... this all fit too perfectly!

On the other hand, as Jazz was in his little world of hypothetically providing a logical conclusion of what had been happening while he was offlined, Mearing had been glaring at him as she took note of things about this new small bot. The other being was certainly a new robot additional to that dysfunctional group she was handling seeing that she does not recognize him in any of the reports that Prime was sending her.

Prime hadn't reported anything new… And that was a fact. Seeing that he had failed to report this to her as their director, she mentally smirked in satisfaction upon having another card to pull over the bots to get them grounded in base again. Oh, she has a new plan at hand that would put the bots on their toes but that involves certain few people being eliminated first. She doesn't need pesky little civilians skittering around and ruining her plans, right?

Mearing stayed stoic in front of the silver mech thought mentally, in that twisted mind of hers, she was brewing up a storm. But upon realizing that this mech still has no clue of who she is when he had asked again, there was bound to be some repercussion and punishment for that. Who in the world is she? The mech didn't know! Her anger could only spike to its boiling point as she hissed.

Who was she?! She was the place's head of course! Mentally, Mearing claimed Optimus as an incompetent leader for not informing his own brats of her power over them. That made her seeth as she noted how short was this new additional again just to get even.

"I didn't know that there are more short robots of you… with those language malfunctions." She calmly said with a snort of disgust at the end as her arms were crossed over her chest and she put on a stance of not backing down. The degraded mech, being an Autobot, could only growl as he tried to look threatening at the unfaltering human. At least her assistant was getting his point as the black haird woman whimpered and put that small object in front of her face...

What was the point in hiding behind a piece of organic bag that can't even shield you properly if he were to continue to actually disintegrate the annoying blonde?

"Well… Ah expected right 'ta think 'ya have 'd same 'aft-itude as 'd others in 'yer org" Jazz let out his own snort that was more like a huff when he did it. It was a low blow to call them malfunctions but he was an Autobot even if he did get himself killed and revived again.

But that didn't mean he was going to be soft with the little human as he had his servos on the side of his frame as his head tilted to the side with a sneer for her. He didn't like the human one bit. Even more so now…

Mearing, being one of the humans that had been subjected to different kinds of cursing, knew when she was being insulted and what words were used as an insult. Her eyes darted over to the Autobot symbol that the other have and hissed thinking that Prime should really put a leash over his pawns.

"You, Autobot. What is your name…? I will see to it that you are reprimanded for your disrespect and be thoroughly punished for insulting a higher ranking official!" Mearing glared as she put out her hand to await a communicator that was handed to her by her fretting assistant that tried to give her the right phone.

It seems that it wasn't the right one as the assistant flinch at the way the lady hissed at her.

Jazz glared when the lady scowled and shouted what she was asking for at her assistant who was clearly trying to do her best to calm down and do her job, failed… Not like the poor assistant's luggage carrying wasn't enough but it was just the slagging old lady's aft-titude that was so wrong. Oh, Jazz began to contemplate on actually being a Con this time just to eliminate humans like this. Or on the other hand, he could always leave the human near a Decepticon's hideout once he finds one… Saves him the trouble of jumping factions just to eliminate the humans like her…

"'y… callin' the pot' ta d' kettle as 'ya humans say…" Jazz snorted, not really caring of what her 'connections' could help her do. He may see that there would be no trouble between them physically but that doesn't mean though that he would let his guard down as he never really folded his weapon back to his servo. He still doesn't trust these people, more importantly, are humans like that little woman that could have eaten prunes and lemons since that morning, to be that sour and grumpy like Megsy and Screamer combined.

Frenzy who was still at the corner, mentally sighed in dismay as the other powered down his weapon and had a stare off with the woman instead. Now, he wasn't going to see the puny pitspawned glitch turn into smithereens or ashes, as sad and frustrating it was for him to leave it like that. Autodolts and their morals… there should be an end to their martyrdom.

Turning to the situation he had in hand, Frenzy did an override on his systems, shaking off the excess of the paralyzing current he had been induced with earlier. In a few, he was able to move but as he was supposed to be on his way again to report back to Hook, he saw the other beloved squishy of the Autobots enter the hangar. Instead of going, he stayed for the while, wondering what other information he could report back.

Instead of going, he stayed for the while, wondering what other information he could report back. The discovery of a newly revived bot was already processor-wracking... what more others are there to report?

"...Jazz…?" The small astonished or shocked boy let out a gasp as he saw the dead mech that was in the sanctuary just a few days a go, now alive and rather good looking... as if he wasn't ever offlined before. The weld marks that was once there were now gone and the only thing that signified the other's deactivation was simply how some of his important armor parts were still missing. He doubted that the other's weapon would work seeing that it lacked a few screws that Sam knew was taken out by Ratchet but that didn't really stop the mech from sporting it out… to threaten the director. Sam mentally added.

Seeing that the mech got his weapon out would mean that the other's T-cog must have been functional again after being ripped. That was one thing to note again since most of Jazz's internals were torn apart from the time he had a conversation with Ratchet about not being able to revive Jazz even with the Matrix at hand. It just wasn't meant to be but now… They all have to rethink about that. How in the world was the mech functioning was astonishing in its own self but as Sam could feel the hum within his being that told of the small approval and satisfaction the Allspark had, he could conclude that it has something to do with it.

But how…? Sam wondered because if he traces back the times he had been in the sanctuary of the offline, he hadn't been there even once that past week. The last time he had gone there was to show Oen the answer to her questions. He admits that he had approached with the other but he did not feel the Allspark active that time. Why now? How?

"Hiya, kid… Good 'ta see 'ya still well… Did 'd big guys miss 'meh and how's lil' Bee?" Jazz grinned at the expression the once young boy had on his face, completely favoring ignoring the old lady that was trying to bore holes on his frame as he turned his back on her and crouched down to greet the boy.

A hum of contentment washed over Sam as he observed the other being able to move even with the kinks of being offline for a long time. Whatever the Allspark had done, it was able to actually make Jazz fully function to a level where Ratchet can handle the other things… And talking about Ratchet… The others would find this event glitch worthy.

"Uh… Good to see you, too, Jazz… Bee is on his way here… He just needs to drop some of my stuff at my bunker… The others missed you, very much so… But how?" He asked in is confusion as he tried to piece his thoughts.

Jazz smiled, amused that he found the other to still be slightly the same as he was before. The kid still has his quirks of being astonished by the impossible, though he missed the stuttering.

"MR. WITWICKY! What is this? I haven't got the memo that you have another of them! This is unacceptable. Protocols told of reporting a new arrival is to be done as immediately as possible. Have you been slacking off…?" Mearing took a fast pace to approach the younger man who had turned to address her presence. She took some slight satisfaction from that but that didn't ebb her anger on how incompetent the kid was in doing such a simple thing as to report an arrival.

"Lady Mearing…" Samuel greeted with his formal business tone, controlled and quite formal for Jazz's liking. The mech just then knew of how far had Sam changed as the other took on a persona that is as great as the Prime's when dealing political matters and these likes.

"Protocols speak of as soon as possible once the mech had been identified and categorized. Without prior notice, there is an absence of notice of his presence here that eliminates the thought of identification and categorization. His arrival is still unknown and that insinuates that he is still to be debriefed and given to Prime for confirmation. As soon as that process is finished, the report would be filed." Sam explained as his face didn't give away from how Mearing glowered at him.

"None of that has happened yet so, I would like to ask for your consideration on how things are done… It is after all… Protocol." Jazz could hear the amusement lacing the last word from the young man as the old lady fumed silently at them both.

Nothing was said after that but as Mearing turned, she groused. "I expect the report in an hour, Mr. Witwicky…". Both of the Lady and her assistant walked away and disappeared to another part of the base, skidding through the flock of soldiers that were still out on the ground.

It took a moment before Sam could actually show his smirk. He was greatly satisfied with what he did and that was a one up on the older woman. Turning once again to the other presence in the room, he just then noticed that the soldiers were actually lying flat on the ground.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM!?" Sam screamed in panic thinking that they had been attacked yet again. He went to a soldier, inspecting any injury and fretting on what to do until he found out that he was actually panicking for nothing as he saw nothing life threatening. They… the soldiers were actually sleeping, dead to the world.

The young man turned to Jazz for an explanation, eyes burning with rage as they sparkled in a hue of gold that made Jazz feel his height among the bots. He was about to reason with the young man but before he could do it, a screech halted him. The once human and offlined bot turned to see Bumblebee with wide optics, shining brightly with shock.

Blow! Did Sam do a good job? What do you all think? Well, that was a rather diplomatic way to handle that! And dundundun... Jazz is already in trouble with our young liaison! *snickers* Well, till next time!

BarricadesDemon216: Pun... Ahahaha. Good one! Though... I think this chapter was a little short on the epicness.. what do you think?

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