- Motto: "I can totally prove that I'm not a zombie! Just lean over hear, and let me take a little nibble out of your brains."
- Weapon: Double Barrelled Shell Launcher
"AAGH!", Red Alert shouted in pain, the sudden burst of light and sound too much for his sensitive optical and audio sensors to take. Blinded and overwhelmed by the sudden sensory overload, the security director could do nothing as Jazz disarmed both of his weapons and restrained him.
As Red Alert's sensors re-oriented themselves, he found himself face down on the table, his arm held up behind his back by the special ops director. He struggled to free himself, but there was no escaping Jazz's grip. He winced as Jazz "shot" him, but it only seemed to infuriate the security director even more.
"I KNEW IT!!!!", he shouted incredulously, "I KNEW YOU WERE PART OF THIS!!! I-"
Before Red Alert could continue his ramblings, Jazz explained things calmly, though his grip never let up. It made some sense to Red Alert, though he was given little choice as it was quite clear that the special ops director wasn't about to let him out easy. As the security director felt the digit press against his head, he shut his optics down and tried to think.
All right, so that proves that Jazz could have taken me out easily if he had wanted to, but that still doesn't say what's going on..... Ugh, I've been going about this whole ordeal foolishly, running like a turbofox in the middle of a hunt. And what about the turbofox? It must have something with everything, at the very least with Wheeljack and the stolen shuttle. But then there's also the Dinobots taking the Ark-19 at approximately the same time, that can't just be a coincidence, can it? And Prowl lied to me about that, so he could be involved. And what about Hot Rod's strange transformation, and all those bots following him off the planet, possibly killing Howlstrike? Wait, wait, I'm overthinking this all, aren't I? Slaggit, I wish Rung was here, he always managed to help me sort out my thoughts. Right, right, remember Rung, remember our sessions. What did he always tell me whenever it seemed like there were greater forces conspiring.....
After a breem of deep thouht, Red Alert's optics came back online as he finally reached a breakthrough.
"Oh dear Primus, I've been such an idiot!", he said to himself, his face still down on the table, "I- I'm sorry Jazz, there's no problem between us.", he said calmly, "I promise, I won't threaten you, ever again. Now please, let me up. There's a lot more going on than you know, and we need to work fast! We need to tell Ratchet who attacked Howlstrike, then we need to tell Prowl everything that's happened here over the past few cycles."
Medical Bay- Surgical Suite
Hoist had hoped that he could talk Axle through whatever grief he was going through and get him trudge forward, but it was clearly not enough as the medic seemed to be stuck in a fog, trying to remember exactly what he was supposed to do. Before Hoist could say or do anything further to help, Ratchet stormed over and made it clear to the green mech that he didn't want the distracted medic in there.
It was then that Axle insisted that he was capable of finishing his work, which led to a shouting, followed by what seemed like a staring contest between the two medical bots. Hoist could only stand and watch before the CMO ordered both him and Axle to leave and tend to the wounded in the medical bay proper. Axle stormed out, and just as the green mechanic was about to follow him, Ratchet stopped him, making sure that Hoist would keep an optic on the medic and make sure he didn't make any stupid mistakes.
"I understand, Ratchet. I'll keep him from doing anything foolish."
Medical Bay- Proper
After a breem of being poked and prodded by medical drones, Saferoute finally had to stand up, if only to relieve the pain that sitting gave her damaged back section. Just as she did, she saw Axle storm out of the surgical suite.
Oh no...., she thought.
Not long after, Hoist walked out and went up to the visibly upset medic.
"Axle,", the green mechanic said in a calming tone, keeping a little distance to give the medic his space, "Please, try to calm yourself. I'm sorry that I tried to push you back into work, but Ratchet is right, you're not in the right frame of mind to be handling such delicate procedures. Look, there are a couple of 'bots out here you can tend to. Or, if you really feel you need it, you can go to your quarters for a cycle and try to sort out your thoughts and I can tend to them. Just please, don't do anything rash just to prove Ratchet wrong."
Saferoute sighed, shaking her head.
"You found out what happened down there, huh Axle?", she called out.