Dark Memories: Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Rating: PG
Summery: Jazz contacts his sensei and plans are made.
Characters/Parings: Jazz/Prowl (pre-relationship), Yoketron
Disclaimer: Transformers (c) Hasbro
Other AU notes relevant to plot: Prowl came to the dojo via the legal system but not for being picked up for up for draft dodging. He was convicted of one too many misdemeanors, think the three strikes rule in our legal system, and because he was a minor was given a choice between prison and joining the dojo. The youngling centers are no longer responsible for their charges after they receive their first adult upgrade as they are theoretically able to care for themselves; however the ones that service poorer sectors tend to upgrade the younglings under their care ASAP to reduce the time they need to care for them to conserve funds. Prowl was a victim of this and thus when he was convicted of his crimes was still underage even though he had his adult frame.
Dinobot Island, Lake Erie, Earth
The trip to his landing site was brief as the mech knew exactly where he was going; utilizing his accumulated stealth skills the mech managed to avoid detection by the islands occupants. Upon reaching his destination Jazz glanced around the small clearing, after confirming the coast was clear he quickly crossed the short distance to his shuttle and silently slipped inside. Once the hatch’s locking mechanism engaged the white ninja relaxed and headed to the cockpit to access the shuttles communications console. After booting up the console and connecting with the tachyon satellite Jazz input his desired com number and initiated the signal. As he settled down to wait for the connection to complete Jazz thanked primus for being a trusted member of Ultra Magnus’s team, his status as such allowed him a com code that didn’t require repeated rerouting through various hubs thus allowing him to connect directly to target.
An hour slowly passed and Jazz got up to stretch, redoing his time calculations one more time. If his calculations were correct he figured his sensei would have been awake for some time now, he just hoped Yoketron was actually present at the dojo to take the call. He had the day off from patrol that day and had left a message telling the team that he was going to explore the city by himself. Given that it was currently a little past seven he figured he had at least a couple of hours before the team found his note and realized he was gone and most likely another three or four before they started to look for him; hopefully by that time he would have managed to finish his discussion with his sensei and get back to the mainland. Jazz decided to continue the signal for another couple hours and settled back down to wait. …He just wished that Yoketron would hurry up and answer already!...
Primary Circuit-su Dojo, Cybertron
Being awakened by the insistent blaring of an incoming com. was not one of Yoketron’s preferred methods of exiting recharge. Especially after getting back late from Icon after meeting with the Autobot Council to once again reassure them of the safety of the protoforms. Ever since Megatron’s return was confirmed the council had become exceedingly paranoid about keeping them out of the Decepticon's hands. Yoketron had learned over the course of his life to take things in stride, but he had to admit to himself that the daily check-in calls were extremely annoying. Giving up continuing to recharge as a lost cause, Yoketron got up irritably and stalked over to the beeping com. unit. Schooling his features into his normal stern visage he connected the call with an annoyed motion, he fully intended to give whoever was calling a piece of his mind as the council should be aware of his continued existence due to the fact that it had been less than a solar cycle since he had left Iacon.
His annoyance dissipated as the monitor sprang to life to reveal the dozing form of one of his favorite students, one who he knew was stationed off planet. Yoketron took a few moments to study the sleeping form before clearing his vocalizer and calling his student’s name. He let a small smile appear as Jazz started awake and looked blurrily at the monitor. Once the sleep had cleared from the visored mech’s features Yoketron greeted his student bemusedly, “Good evening Jazz, I suppose you have a reason for calling in the middle of the night.” Jazz looked confused for a moment before sheepishly replying, “Sorry for waking you sensei. I guess my time conversions where wrong, it’s already morning here on Earth.” Yoketron was amused by his student’s initial reply but the younger mech’s next words woke a feeling of dread in his spark. “As much as I’d like to chat this really isn’t a social call. I hate to ask but how much do you know about Prowl’s past?”
Yoketron froze for a moment as his student’s words registered before apprehensively voicing the only questions he could, “Why? Has something happened to him?” Only his years of teaching the younger mech allowed Yoketron to catch the rather guilty expression that flashed across Jazz’s face as he briefly broke eye contact with his sensei. Yoketron’s worry increased as Jazz resumed eye contact and began his narrative, “As much as I hate to admit it, I think this whole mess is a least partly my fault…” By the time Jazz finished speaking Yoketron was in a mild state of shock. Due to the fact that any mech he accepted for training via a court order was placed in a room with a monitoring system, he had been aware that Prowl had nightmares occasionally but nothing as serious as what Jazz was describing. Gathering his thoughts Yoketron mentally centered himself before questioning his student, “What do you need me to do?”
Jazz looked contemplative before replying, “I haven’t really been able to look into Prowl’s background due to my current posting, and even if I was on Cybertron I don’t think I have the clearance to access more than just his basic file. Given you were his guardian at one point I was hoping you might have the access to dig a little deeper. I just can’t shake the feeling that this goes deeper than just a phobia.” Yoketron sighed at his student’s entreating expression. After considering the fact that that Jazz’s “feelings” tended to be very accurate he made his decision, “I’ll see what I can find in his records, do you think it would help I talked Ultra Magnus into letting me catch a ride on the next ship going near Earth?” Jazz’s face lightened as he replied, “That would be great sensei, Prowl’s been avoiding me lately. Maybe you can get him to start talking.” Jazz paused for a moment before continuing, “I hate to cut this short but alarm just went off. If I don’t get back to the mainland soon the others will come looking for me. If you don’t mind I’ll contact you in a few days to see what you find out and confirm your travel plans.” Yoketron nodded, “I’ll be expecting your call, but could you try not to call in the middle of the night next time?” Jazz smiled slightly and replied before closing the connection, “Will do sensei, good luck getting Ultra’s approval for your flight.”
After shutting the communication terminal down Yoketron took a moment to fully process the information his student had given him. If Jazz was right, and he usually was, then something was seriously wrong with Prowl. Given his wide awake state Yoketron decided to get a start on going through Prowl’s personal files. He was already familiar with Prowl’s criminal and medical files, due to the nature of his assuming guardianship over the young mech, but had never perused his personal file as a measure of respect for his charge. Sighing over the perceived breach of trust the ninja master shook himself from his memories and headed for the dojo’s main terminal.
Rating: PG
Summery: Jazz contacts his sensei and plans are made.
Characters/Parings: Jazz/Prowl (pre-relationship), Yoketron
Disclaimer: Transformers (c) Hasbro
Other AU notes relevant to plot: Prowl came to the dojo via the legal system but not for being picked up for up for draft dodging. He was convicted of one too many misdemeanors, think the three strikes rule in our legal system, and because he was a minor was given a choice between prison and joining the dojo. The youngling centers are no longer responsible for their charges after they receive their first adult upgrade as they are theoretically able to care for themselves; however the ones that service poorer sectors tend to upgrade the younglings under their care ASAP to reduce the time they need to care for them to conserve funds. Prowl was a victim of this and thus when he was convicted of his crimes was still underage even though he had his adult frame.
Dinobot Island, Lake Erie, Earth
The trip to his landing site was brief as the mech knew exactly where he was going; utilizing his accumulated stealth skills the mech managed to avoid detection by the islands occupants. Upon reaching his destination Jazz glanced around the small clearing, after confirming the coast was clear he quickly crossed the short distance to his shuttle and silently slipped inside. Once the hatch’s locking mechanism engaged the white ninja relaxed and headed to the cockpit to access the shuttles communications console. After booting up the console and connecting with the tachyon satellite Jazz input his desired com number and initiated the signal. As he settled down to wait for the connection to complete Jazz thanked primus for being a trusted member of Ultra Magnus’s team, his status as such allowed him a com code that didn’t require repeated rerouting through various hubs thus allowing him to connect directly to target.
An hour slowly passed and Jazz got up to stretch, redoing his time calculations one more time. If his calculations were correct he figured his sensei would have been awake for some time now, he just hoped Yoketron was actually present at the dojo to take the call. He had the day off from patrol that day and had left a message telling the team that he was going to explore the city by himself. Given that it was currently a little past seven he figured he had at least a couple of hours before the team found his note and realized he was gone and most likely another three or four before they started to look for him; hopefully by that time he would have managed to finish his discussion with his sensei and get back to the mainland. Jazz decided to continue the signal for another couple hours and settled back down to wait. …He just wished that Yoketron would hurry up and answer already!...
Primary Circuit-su Dojo, Cybertron
Being awakened by the insistent blaring of an incoming com. was not one of Yoketron’s preferred methods of exiting recharge. Especially after getting back late from Icon after meeting with the Autobot Council to once again reassure them of the safety of the protoforms. Ever since Megatron’s return was confirmed the council had become exceedingly paranoid about keeping them out of the Decepticon's hands. Yoketron had learned over the course of his life to take things in stride, but he had to admit to himself that the daily check-in calls were extremely annoying. Giving up continuing to recharge as a lost cause, Yoketron got up irritably and stalked over to the beeping com. unit. Schooling his features into his normal stern visage he connected the call with an annoyed motion, he fully intended to give whoever was calling a piece of his mind as the council should be aware of his continued existence due to the fact that it had been less than a solar cycle since he had left Iacon.
His annoyance dissipated as the monitor sprang to life to reveal the dozing form of one of his favorite students, one who he knew was stationed off planet. Yoketron took a few moments to study the sleeping form before clearing his vocalizer and calling his student’s name. He let a small smile appear as Jazz started awake and looked blurrily at the monitor. Once the sleep had cleared from the visored mech’s features Yoketron greeted his student bemusedly, “Good evening Jazz, I suppose you have a reason for calling in the middle of the night.” Jazz looked confused for a moment before sheepishly replying, “Sorry for waking you sensei. I guess my time conversions where wrong, it’s already morning here on Earth.” Yoketron was amused by his student’s initial reply but the younger mech’s next words woke a feeling of dread in his spark. “As much as I’d like to chat this really isn’t a social call. I hate to ask but how much do you know about Prowl’s past?”
Yoketron froze for a moment as his student’s words registered before apprehensively voicing the only questions he could, “Why? Has something happened to him?” Only his years of teaching the younger mech allowed Yoketron to catch the rather guilty expression that flashed across Jazz’s face as he briefly broke eye contact with his sensei. Yoketron’s worry increased as Jazz resumed eye contact and began his narrative, “As much as I hate to admit it, I think this whole mess is a least partly my fault…” By the time Jazz finished speaking Yoketron was in a mild state of shock. Due to the fact that any mech he accepted for training via a court order was placed in a room with a monitoring system, he had been aware that Prowl had nightmares occasionally but nothing as serious as what Jazz was describing. Gathering his thoughts Yoketron mentally centered himself before questioning his student, “What do you need me to do?”
Jazz looked contemplative before replying, “I haven’t really been able to look into Prowl’s background due to my current posting, and even if I was on Cybertron I don’t think I have the clearance to access more than just his basic file. Given you were his guardian at one point I was hoping you might have the access to dig a little deeper. I just can’t shake the feeling that this goes deeper than just a phobia.” Yoketron sighed at his student’s entreating expression. After considering the fact that that Jazz’s “feelings” tended to be very accurate he made his decision, “I’ll see what I can find in his records, do you think it would help I talked Ultra Magnus into letting me catch a ride on the next ship going near Earth?” Jazz’s face lightened as he replied, “That would be great sensei, Prowl’s been avoiding me lately. Maybe you can get him to start talking.” Jazz paused for a moment before continuing, “I hate to cut this short but alarm just went off. If I don’t get back to the mainland soon the others will come looking for me. If you don’t mind I’ll contact you in a few days to see what you find out and confirm your travel plans.” Yoketron nodded, “I’ll be expecting your call, but could you try not to call in the middle of the night next time?” Jazz smiled slightly and replied before closing the connection, “Will do sensei, good luck getting Ultra’s approval for your flight.”
After shutting the communication terminal down Yoketron took a moment to fully process the information his student had given him. If Jazz was right, and he usually was, then something was seriously wrong with Prowl. Given his wide awake state Yoketron decided to get a start on going through Prowl’s personal files. He was already familiar with Prowl’s criminal and medical files, due to the nature of his assuming guardianship over the young mech, but had never perused his personal file as a measure of respect for his charge. Sighing over the perceived breach of trust the ninja master shook himself from his memories and headed for the dojo’s main terminal.