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Title: Salvation (Chapter 2: Search)
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Jazz/Prowl (friends still), Red Alert, Megatron
Warnings: nothing yet
Series: G1
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: It's taking me longer to update this one. Mainly because Prowl is a non-cooperative bastard. Still one more chapter to go, if Prowl behaves. Like always, tell me of any mistakes you find and I'll fix them.
"talking"
/comm/
line - Change in POVs. (Red Alert, Jazz, Megatron)
Search
Red Alert watched from the monitors as Optimus Prime looked at the mechs assembled for the search and rescue mission. Jazz and Prowl were already two hours behind schedule. And that was giving them a thirty minute margin in case the Porsche managed to convince Prowl to make a slight detour.
Red Alert was sure that in the rare event that Jazz actually forgot Prowl would step in and call to tell them they were fine but running late. Traffic had been normal and he had several traffic reports to prove it. In his processor there was no doubt that something happened to them. They were probably already deactivated and he was already going over the changes that had to be made if the information both mechs carried was accessed.
He watched as his leader transformed and rolled out. The Arks warriors following him and Red Alert sighed. He wished they had taken more mechs with them on that fateful mission four million years ago. The Ark was currently running on a skeleton crew and it made Red Alert slightly more paranoid than usual. He only hoped Jazz and Prowl were found alive. It would make the incoming headache worth it.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now he wasn’t so sure. Jazz would’ve felt better if he’d been able to feed Prowl some high grade to raise his energy levels. Unfortunately, Prowl had purged that too. And after an agonizing session of trial and error, Prowl had managed to contain the lowest grade of energon Jazz had ever tasted.
The Porsche grimaced, looking at the various shades of pink splattered on the forest floor. Hound was going to make him another exhaust port when he got wind of this. Prowl’s movements were slow, but Jazz helped the tactician stand up ignoring the drying pink liquid on his friend’s armor.
“I gotcha buddy.” -He replied as the SIC leaned heavily against him. - “We gotta move fast, Prowler. Starscream’s still out there which means that Megatron is coming or else they would’ve torched the place already.”
Prowl opened his mouth to answer but only was able to let out some garbled sounds and static. He made a frustrated sound and Jazz chuckled. - “Take it easy. We’re gonna be okay. I’ll think of something.”
Prowl frowned, but this time didn’t try to speak and comm lines were jammed. Jazz slowly maneuvered them both around the trees, careful to keep track of the location of the jet engines roaring over them.
In truth, he was beginning to doubt that he’d find a way out of here. At least not with Prowl in his current condition and there was no way he was going to leave without him. Prowl might try to do the logical thing and deactivate himself as an ultimate act of keeping the Ark’s secrets safe. No, he was not leaving the Datsun.
His only hope now rested on Red Alert. If he knew his mechs rights, and he’d known Red Alert for quite a while, the other mech should already have a rescue team going after them. Sometimes it was good to have a paranoid mech around.
Prowl was getting heavier with each step, but Jazz would not rest until he put as much distance from their previous resting place as possible. Jammed frequencies only meant one thing. Soundwave. And wherever he went he brought with him his cassettes.
Prowl tensed, doorwings already held high in distress, twitching. The Datsun barely had time to turn his head away from the saboteur before he purged again. Jazz felt like crying in despair, but had to settle for slowly caressing the doorwings. Anything to make the pain a little more bearable.
“Okay, Prowl. I’m gonna help ya sit down and I’ll make some more energon for ya. Seems like your body can stand it until it’s halfway processed, but that’s better than the high grade I gave ya earlier.” - Jazz spoke softly as he worked to keep his friend alive. He couldn’t loose Prowl to this…
Megatron arrived to see his Seekers doing as ordered. He was mildly surprised, but preferred to not make a comment now. Today he needed Starscream to cooperate. The blow to the Autobots will be big. It will probably ensure their victory on this planet.
/Finally! I was beginning to think you were never going to make it. Of course, I could’ve taken them out already if it weren’t for your orders, oh mighty Megatron./
Or maybe Starscream could go to the Pit… But not now. Now, was the time to concentrate on what’s important. Destroying Prime’s second and third in command and taking the information they have stored. Soundwave stood at his side, like always, and already surveying the terrain.
“What do you suggest, Soundwave?” - The silver mech asked, loud enough for his second to hear, and smiled at the angry screech from the Seeker. Just because he wasn’t going to slag the glitch now didn't mean he couldn’t have some fun with him.
“Suggestion: Use Ravage to find. Bring Autobots intact. Information preserved. Easier to take.” - Was the monotoned reply.
Megatron nodded. He really wouldn’t have minded to send a gestalt to flatten the entire organic forest, but Soundwave was right. The better condition a mech was in, the better the information that could be extracted from them.
“Fine. Send Ravage, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw after them. They should be enough to comb the forest. And keep the Autobot’s frequency jammed. We don’t want them calling for help now.” - Megatron ordered while at the same time using his comm to finish giving orders to the rest of the Decepticons who were surrounding the area.
Beside him, Soundwave nodded, pushing the release button on his shoulder. - “Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Ravage: Eject. Operation: Search and capture.”
The three Cassetticons unfolded and didn’t even glance at Soundwave. They already knew what was required of them. Ravage ran soundlessly, getting lost quickly in the many shadows of the forest. The two bird-like mechs followed the black panther closely.
Megatron allowed a satisfied smile to grace his lip components. Soon, the Autobots will fall.
Title: Sympathy and Understanding
Rating: K+
Pairing/Characters: Rumble, Frenzy, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker
Warnings: none
Series: G1
Rating: T
Pairing/Characters: Jazz/Prowl (friends still), Red Alert, Megatron
Warnings: nothing yet
Series: G1
Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: It's taking me longer to update this one. Mainly because Prowl is a non-cooperative bastard. Still one more chapter to go, if Prowl behaves. Like always, tell me of any mistakes you find and I'll fix them.
"talking"
/comm/
line - Change in POVs. (Red Alert, Jazz, Megatron)
Search
Red Alert watched from the monitors as Optimus Prime looked at the mechs assembled for the search and rescue mission. Jazz and Prowl were already two hours behind schedule. And that was giving them a thirty minute margin in case the Porsche managed to convince Prowl to make a slight detour.
Red Alert was sure that in the rare event that Jazz actually forgot Prowl would step in and call to tell them they were fine but running late. Traffic had been normal and he had several traffic reports to prove it. In his processor there was no doubt that something happened to them. They were probably already deactivated and he was already going over the changes that had to be made if the information both mechs carried was accessed.
He watched as his leader transformed and rolled out. The Arks warriors following him and Red Alert sighed. He wished they had taken more mechs with them on that fateful mission four million years ago. The Ark was currently running on a skeleton crew and it made Red Alert slightly more paranoid than usual. He only hoped Jazz and Prowl were found alive. It would make the incoming headache worth it.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Now he wasn’t so sure. Jazz would’ve felt better if he’d been able to feed Prowl some high grade to raise his energy levels. Unfortunately, Prowl had purged that too. And after an agonizing session of trial and error, Prowl had managed to contain the lowest grade of energon Jazz had ever tasted.
The Porsche grimaced, looking at the various shades of pink splattered on the forest floor. Hound was going to make him another exhaust port when he got wind of this. Prowl’s movements were slow, but Jazz helped the tactician stand up ignoring the drying pink liquid on his friend’s armor.
“I gotcha buddy.” -He replied as the SIC leaned heavily against him. - “We gotta move fast, Prowler. Starscream’s still out there which means that Megatron is coming or else they would’ve torched the place already.”
Prowl opened his mouth to answer but only was able to let out some garbled sounds and static. He made a frustrated sound and Jazz chuckled. - “Take it easy. We’re gonna be okay. I’ll think of something.”
Prowl frowned, but this time didn’t try to speak and comm lines were jammed. Jazz slowly maneuvered them both around the trees, careful to keep track of the location of the jet engines roaring over them.
In truth, he was beginning to doubt that he’d find a way out of here. At least not with Prowl in his current condition and there was no way he was going to leave without him. Prowl might try to do the logical thing and deactivate himself as an ultimate act of keeping the Ark’s secrets safe. No, he was not leaving the Datsun.
His only hope now rested on Red Alert. If he knew his mechs rights, and he’d known Red Alert for quite a while, the other mech should already have a rescue team going after them. Sometimes it was good to have a paranoid mech around.
Prowl was getting heavier with each step, but Jazz would not rest until he put as much distance from their previous resting place as possible. Jammed frequencies only meant one thing. Soundwave. And wherever he went he brought with him his cassettes.
Prowl tensed, doorwings already held high in distress, twitching. The Datsun barely had time to turn his head away from the saboteur before he purged again. Jazz felt like crying in despair, but had to settle for slowly caressing the doorwings. Anything to make the pain a little more bearable.
“Okay, Prowl. I’m gonna help ya sit down and I’ll make some more energon for ya. Seems like your body can stand it until it’s halfway processed, but that’s better than the high grade I gave ya earlier.” - Jazz spoke softly as he worked to keep his friend alive. He couldn’t loose Prowl to this…
Megatron arrived to see his Seekers doing as ordered. He was mildly surprised, but preferred to not make a comment now. Today he needed Starscream to cooperate. The blow to the Autobots will be big. It will probably ensure their victory on this planet.
/Finally! I was beginning to think you were never going to make it. Of course, I could’ve taken them out already if it weren’t for your orders, oh mighty Megatron./
Or maybe Starscream could go to the Pit… But not now. Now, was the time to concentrate on what’s important. Destroying Prime’s second and third in command and taking the information they have stored. Soundwave stood at his side, like always, and already surveying the terrain.
“What do you suggest, Soundwave?” - The silver mech asked, loud enough for his second to hear, and smiled at the angry screech from the Seeker. Just because he wasn’t going to slag the glitch now didn't mean he couldn’t have some fun with him.
“Suggestion: Use Ravage to find. Bring Autobots intact. Information preserved. Easier to take.” - Was the monotoned reply.
Megatron nodded. He really wouldn’t have minded to send a gestalt to flatten the entire organic forest, but Soundwave was right. The better condition a mech was in, the better the information that could be extracted from them.
“Fine. Send Ravage, Laserbeak and Buzzsaw after them. They should be enough to comb the forest. And keep the Autobot’s frequency jammed. We don’t want them calling for help now.” - Megatron ordered while at the same time using his comm to finish giving orders to the rest of the Decepticons who were surrounding the area.
Beside him, Soundwave nodded, pushing the release button on his shoulder. - “Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Ravage: Eject. Operation: Search and capture.”
The three Cassetticons unfolded and didn’t even glance at Soundwave. They already knew what was required of them. Ravage ran soundlessly, getting lost quickly in the many shadows of the forest. The two bird-like mechs followed the black panther closely.
Megatron allowed a satisfied smile to grace his lip components. Soon, the Autobots will fall.
Title: Sympathy and Understanding
Rating: K+
Pairing/Characters: Rumble, Frenzy, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker
Warnings: none
Series: G1