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Chapter 57: Greetings

"Heya' lil' Bee… Glad 'ta see 'ear 'ya, though 'ya can turn down 'd screech… It's killin' meh audios…" Jazz greeted the new arrival as he carefully and sheepishly picked up a soldier near him and placed the man in a more comfortable position besides others.

"Jazz… I want an explanation of this later… But for now… Bee, help me gather all the others and line them up over here…" Sam casually said with a tired sigh. He wasn't going to have a good night's worth of sleep with this happening and the fact that Mearing wants another report in a few minutes. It was going to be a long while before he could rest.

"Ah 'ear 'ya, Sammy…" The silver mech sheepishly grinned but stopped dead on track as he got antsy when he brushed the slightly closed bond. It was a good thing to know that he wasn't in any Decepticon base or any buncha crap human laboratory but where exactly were they…? His little creation should be running around freely in here if this was Autobot territory. That ebb his worry and fear slightly but still, his newly activated creator instinct are on overdrive.

"What is it, Jazz?" Sam suddenly asked as the said mech looked down at the young man with confusion.

"I can feel that you are stressed and worried even a mile from where I stand… Now, why?" The liaison asked as he nodded to Bee when the scout had finished placing down the last of the soldiers. The black and yellow scout walked over to them and waited for Jazz to speak, actually shock out of his frame to see the offlined, living.

"Well, 'ya both know that 'ah still need updatin' so… Wer' exactly 'ar we, kids?" Jazz asked as he looked around and found the room to be enough to fit Optimus when standing up, though he couldn't say much about the lightings littering around the ceiling. If the place was this big, he would have a hard time looking for his little creation. But he hopes that the others had seen the young one.

"Jazz… It has been five and a half years since your… deactivation. Much had changed." Sam tried to word it all out to his friend, not wanting to pressure the mech since he had only got up from the dead. Bee, on the other hand, had commed the others as he requested the human medical team to get there as soon as possible while Sam tries to explain to Jazz what he needs to know. His charge was after all… the better speaker. Amused, Bumblebee mentally grinned.

"Currently, we are in New York, in the hidden HQ of NEST, a group that has been created in association to the treaty of providing the Autobots sanctuary along with helping humans eliminate threats alike, but more like the Decepticons. I am a liaison between both Cybertronian and the governments around the world so feel free to ask me anything… But I think that you will get it all after you get debriefed by Optimus…" Jazz nodded at that explanation but didn't stop scanning the whole building in search for the little sparkling.

There was a thermal ripple at the shadowy side of the hangar but before he could check it out, Optimus and some soldiers from the inner part of the hangar had come in. Men and woman in white rushed to the sleeping soldiers at the side and started doing their jobs as medics.

Frenzy, who saw the look of the silver mech was worried that he had been spotted. He was thankful for the distraction that the newcomers provided as Jazz's attention got diverted towards them. The little mech had slowly inched away and into the darker corners of the facility, taking the chance to get to see Shein before reporting back.

He let the other's talk it all out as he went through the dark parts and slid to the shadows provided by the light of the Med Bay. As he entered, he saw that the only mechs present there was the medic, crazy scientist, and the disappearing scout. They were all focused on the femme that he was able to actually take a little slip over the port of the monitoring computer and downloaded the some of what happened to their femme.

It was good to find out that the Autobots weren't doing anything so blindly after he had found some of the information that Hook has on that destroyed data pad. Browsing over all the information that the Autobots have, he had found some of them were questionable. Some of them weren't on what Hook had told him about. Something achin' to a new project between the Constructicons, about building a carrier craft that can house numerous bots at once… What were they going to use that for?

Frenzy can admit that the Nemesis was getting over crowded with new Cons piling in but that wasn't the case. Why would they need such a large carrier? Where is it going to be used for? He would need to ask Hook about that as he extracted the information and left a corrupted one in its place before continuing on.

Since he was at it, he decided to help himself in taking care of Shein with the use of the medic. He browsed the new information the Autobot medic has and cursed at how lacking it was in the engineering department. It was like a trial and error experiment was going to happen on the femme if he did not help!

Supplying the computer with the exact replica of the energon mixture he got from Hook, he also transferred some notes of how frequent should it be given. He did not bother to actually think of the repercussion of doing it because he knew what problems would arise from being overdosed with the minerals that were being given to Shein.

"Mirage, I need you to guard the entrance… Whatever had happened had her running. And Bumblebee's com for medics bodes something. Be on guard and let me work patching her up…" Frenzy suddenly heard the medic said as the other mentally noted how the girl's organic matter was degrading faster than before.

The mechling, medic, and engineer in that room knew that if that keeps up, not too long now, the girl's skin would fall off, leaving her undeveloped form in its wake. An undeveloped protoform that was far more fragile at its finest and a horror that none of them wanted to even happen.

But if it did happen, the Decepticons would be two steps ahead in building a sparkling incubator, Frenzy will be sure of that.

"Wheeljack… Can you finish the energon I am mixing for her? It is at my working table…" Mirage had already walked out of the room and stood by the door when Ratchet turned to the engineer at the side. At that, the Decepticon mechling knew that it was time to skedaddle out of the system and wait for the next opportunity to present itself.

Frenzy detached himself from the computer and skittered across the large table only to see the energon mixture that the medic was working on. He silently hissed and made it topple over, pouring its contents over the papers and wasting its contents without a thought before jumping into the shadows and silently waited.

"Okay… I can do that…" Wheeljack moved away from looming over the other mech as he went to the working table to do what he was told to do. As he approached, he turned to glance at Ratchet's back wondering what happened. Has the fiasco caused the mess that was once a neat pile earlier? Ratchet wasn't going to like this.

"Ratchet… Uhh. I would need to make it from scratch…" Wheeljack said as he pulled the empty cube out of the mess and put it aside. He started cleaning the table as the called medic turned with a fiery look of his optics only to curse again as he saw that his work table had been screwed all over.

"Slag it…" Ratchet gritted his dentas as he looks back at his patient. He would need to trust Wheeljack if he were to continue stitching up the large wound on the other's knee cap. The purplish blood was still flowing but at the least, it was not as heavy as before.

"Get to my terminal and download the information you need. It is in the most accessed files so it would not be that hard to find it. Then, you can get the supplies at the storage I have on the side. For now, I'll just have to give her some midgrade and transfuse some blood." When Wheeljack nodded, he went back to work.

Being the scientist he is and knowing Ratchet before this war ever had happened, he didn't really question the information on the other's terminal and started downloading everything that the folder has for him.

Reviewing the information, the engineer was amazed at how detailed it was. Wanting to ask Ratchet, he turned but decided the latter. Questions should wait for later as he got on to the storage and took out all of the materials and elements he needed. It was easy since he had experience in this kind of things. For the first time in a long time, nothing he had used had exploded.

It mere minutes, he approached the medic and gave the other the batch he had made.

The two soon started working on placing a splinter on the girl for her not to move it. It would likely make her immobile but Ratchet pointed out that she wouldn't be leaving the med bay anytime soon. After the stunt she did in actually leaving the room, Ratchet was on the verge of tying the girl down for her sake.

"I don't think that she would appreciate that, Ratch… Come on… Be reasonable…" Wheeljack nervously gave a laugh but he froze when Ratchet's fiery glare was shot at him.

"You can't tell me what is best for my patients, 'Jack… Now… Look after her for me and don't let your optics wander! I mean it." Ratchet left the mech to stand guard on the knocked out femme as the silence enveloped them.

Nothing really happened after a few kliks as Wheeljack stood there to observe but the sudden crash from the outside made him more curious as ever. What was happening out there? Looking down at Oen, the scientist can say that going out for a few minutes would not hurt, right?

Then another crash which was louder…

Oen would still be asleep when he comes back… right? Making up his mind, Wheeljack bid Oen a 'stay' before he pulled the curtain down to shield her from the others. Arcee was at the other corner with Sideswipe still in recharge so there was nothing to fear. He would only take a peek and be on his way.

Before he could even open the Med bay doors, it swooshed open itself and produced a grinning mech that was supposed to be offline. His visors gleamed in the light as they stared at one another.

"Heya' Jackie… When did 'ya get 'ere?" Greeted the other mech with a pat on the said mech's shoulders.

"Jazz…?! What in Primus name…?! HOW—OW!" WHeeljack was unlucky as he felt the wrench soon met his helm with a loud thud.

From the corner, Ratchet was looking like a ferocious lion that is about to bite his prey, wielding another wrench in his servo, pointing at the downed mech he had his focus on.

"Wheeljack! Stop shou-" The medic was on a rampage as he stomped over the engineer but soon become flabbergasted as he saw Jazz waving enthusiastically at him from the side where he had back away so that Wheeljack won't be able to flatten him.

"What in the slag..?! You are supposed to be offline!" Ratchet's field was covered with confusion and disbelief. Any mech near him would be able to hear the other's processors whirring as the other tried to process the image that was known as an offlined Jazz.

"Good 'ta see 'ya too, Hatchet…" Jazz laughed happily at the look the other had on his faceplates.

"Well… 'ah was suppose 'ta be but 'den I was sent back 'ere 'ta care for 'meh sparklin'… Did 'ja see the lil' one, Ratch? Oh… N' Ah think 'ya need 'ta go back 'ta 'd 'angar 'n help Prime and 'Hide up… Ah think 'ah broke their processors… Bet'cha it was wors' den 'wat 'ah did 'ta Prowler when ah tol' im I was with spark… Good 'ol days…" Jazz sighed happily but snapped out of it as Ratchet clutched his aching helm, trying to actually make sense of the situation.

"Where is Mirage…?" He asked the silver mech who was supposed to be the superior in the other mech's division. It was a great deal to hear that Jazz was offlined because Special Ops mech had trained under the visored Polyhexian. Bee just got out of the grief when Sam accompanied him through that stage.

"Er… 'bout that… 'ah think he glitched 'ta… Though, he had disappeared ferst 'fore toppling over… Sadly, he didn't take a certain human 'ta catch the fall…" The silver mech groused with a malicious snicker as he touched the air below him with his pede, hitting the said invisible mech that was clearly in stasis.

"Just woke up from the Matrix and you are already giving a fragging Cybertron sized headache… slagging fragger." Ratchet hissed as he hit Jazz in the helm with his wrench.

"OW! Ratch… easy with yer wrench… dis is one thin' I didn't miss when ah' was at the well… But lov' ya, too, Hatchet…" The silver mech dodges another upcoming wrench as he slip into the medbay, laughing happily but his laughter died as he felt a tug in his spark. He stood at the center of the room in silence as he felt his little creation close by and in distress again.

"Lil' spark…?" He called out as he stood before a curtained berth, hearing whimpers from the other side.

Welp, that is all! Time for me to contemplate on incorporating the next scene without blowing the whole plot! I promise that the end is near. *snickers* But if I think about it... maybe not? Oh well... brainstorming again!

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~dreamer