- Motto: "TRUE FAN"
- Weapon: Cluster Bombs
"Enjoying the ride, Forsythe?" Agent Barnett asked.
"Yes Walt, I'm just used to riding in cars manufactured in Detroit, not outer space."
"Cybertron", corrected Jazz.
"You Autobots come with a new car smell too. That's amazing." Barnett added.
"What's that thing over there?" Forsythe inquired, pointing out of Jazz' drivers side window towards a crudely welded together replica of a Decepticon Seeker. "It looks like a scarecrow."
"That's just something our mechanical engineer, Wheeljack, uses to test out new weapons on", laughed Jazz. "There he is now, standin' bowlegged at the entrance to the Ark. Let's roll up and say hello."
"Ummm, you first." Forsythe said nervously.
"Don't be shy fellas." Jazz said as he released his passengers. "What's up, Wheeljack?" He asked, transforming to robot mode.
"You guys are just in time to watch me test out the Ark's new defense system." Wheeljack announced, finger poised to tap a button on his forearm. "Stand back, watch, and be amazed!"
"You might want to hold off on your demonstration, Wheeljack. It looks like one of your buddies is driving through your field of fire." Barnett warned as he watched a convertible carry two passengers towards them.
"Now who changed their alt-mode to a burgundy drop top?" Jazz wondered.
"Probably Sunstreaker." Wheeljack said. "That guy must've had the Ark change his vehicular mode ten times already. I thought he had settled on a modified Lamborghini Countach."
"That's ain't him." Jazz said. "Golden 'bot would never change his colors."
"Hi, guys!" Spike said as the convertible came to a stop in front of them. "Sorry I'm late."
"Who's the additional human?" Inquired Wheeljack.
"Additional human?" Spike said, confused.
"Yeah, the one in the driver's seat with the big camera hangin' around her neck. That human." Wheeljack replied.
"Oh, this is my uh, friend Carly." Spike said.
"Hi, Autobots!" Carly gushed. "I heard sooo much about you guys that I begged Spike to take me here on our first date."
"Sorry ma'am", Forsythe said. "But the Ark is off limits to unnauthorized personnel."
"No offense, Forrest." Jazz said. "But this is our house. We decide who stays and who goes."
"Need I remind you Jazz, that Sam is on government payroll now, thanks to you, as a consultant working for Triple I." Sniffed Forsythe. "He should know better than to involve his girlfriend in government business."
"What?" Carly began. "I'm not Spike's girl-"
"Forsythe, come on! You're killing the kid's prospects here." Barnett laughed. "Let her have a peek. It would give us a chance to study the average person's reaction to all of this first hand."
"Y'know Barnett... you might be on to something." Forsythe conceded. "Okay ma'am. You can enter, but no pictures whatsoever."
"Listen Wheeljack", Jazz whispered in his audio receptor. "Can we skip the demonstration? Megatron and his flunkies ain't gonna take a break while we act like we're on an episode of Function-cycles of the rich and famous."
"Gotcha." Wheeljack said. "Wasn't Mirage on that show one time?"
"Uh huh, a few hundred times. Come on now..." Jazz said impatiently.
"Okay, Okay, movin' on. The first stop on our tour will be the ship's massive Energon storage tank." Wheeljack announced as he led everyone through the Ark's entrance.
"How are you Autobots doing on fuel reserves?" Barnett inquired.
"Not good." Wheeljack replied. "But we did manage to save some Energon by crashin' into the planet instead of comin' in for a controlled landing."
"From what I hear, your energy budget is still awaiting approval." Forsythe said. "So try to keep it under fifty-five. You burn a lot more fuel when you drive over the speed limit."
"Is this guy serious?" Spike whispered in disbelief.
"'Fraid so." Jazz replied.
"Jazz, this is boring. What's that Autobot doing?" Carly asked as they passed by Huffer, who was busy on his hands and knees constructing something inside an empty chamber.
"Whatcha buildin' in here, Huffer?" Jazz inquired, entering the room with Spike and Carly in tow.
"Containment cells for Decepti-creeps." Huffer answered. "For the ones you bring back that still function, like Frenzy over there."
Carly looked past the glowing red bars into what appeared to her to be an empty cell.
"Don't get too close", warned Huffer. "The heat from those laser rods will cook an organic like you in seconds."
"Oh!" Carly exclaimed, stepping back to a safe distance. "But where's the prisoner? I don't see anything in there but a red and black cassette tape hanging on the wall."
"That's him." Spike said, putting his arm around Carly's shoulders. "Me and my dad thought he was just a Cold Slither tape inside of an old cassette player."
"The same cassette player that you claimed tricked your father into bringing it inside the plant?" Carly teased.
"Yeah. I know it sounds crazy." Spike said. "How'd he wind up here, Jazz? I thought he took off with the other Decepticons."
"Frenzy never made it back inside the plant after our sniper zapped him. We found him knocked out under a ton of rubble while we were searchin' for you and 'Bee. Ratchet removed his T-cog, now he's nothin' but a decoration hangin' on the wall in Huffer's jail."
"You'll never win this war, Autobot. You're not warriors like us. You're all soft." Frenzy taunted. "As soft as these moist little flesh creatures you've allied yourselves with."
Spike was stunned. "He can still talk?"
"Yeah, I said Ratchet took out his Transformation cog, not his voice box."
"Who's Ratchet?" Asked Carly. "Your Mechanic?"
"Our combat medic", laughed Jazz as he led them to another area of the ship. "Most of the time he's stuck in his repair bay, too busy fixin' Autobots injured on the last mission to roll with 'bots goin' out the current one."
Jazz bent down and laid out both hands flat on the floor. Spike and Carly stepped onto Jazz' outstretched palms, then he elevated them up high enough so they could look through the viewing window of Ratchet's repair bay. Both were taken aback by what they saw. Three Autobot wrecks lay on grease covered slabs connected to monitors displaying readouts in an alien language. Clear tubes dripped a pinkish liquid into ports on various points on their damaged bodies. The only patient that was intact in the entire repair bay was a large red and blue robot that Spike guessed was their leader. Ratchet was happily welding closed a wound on his chest while listening to the rock band N.R.G.
"Is that Optimus Prime?" Spike asked.
"Yup." Jazz answered. "He got pretty banged up during his mission in the arctic. Looks like Ratchet is putting the finishing touches on him now. With a fresh coat of paint he'll be as good as new."
"What about those other Autobots? Asked Carly. "What happened to them?"
"Decepticons pushed 'em off a cliff I heard." Jazz said sadly. "But if anyone can get 'em rollin' again it's ol' Doc Ratchet."
Jazz lowered Spike and Carly to the floor, then he transformed and swung open both doors. "C'mon", he said. "Let's catch up with Wheeljack and those Triple I guys before they notice we're missin'."
(to be continued)
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