Charter
Laser Fodder
Resident Psychiatrist
Some said I had nothing left to fight for. The way I see it I have nothing left to lose.[A1i:1]
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Post by Charter on Aug 11, 2011 10:27:54 GMT -5
Charter continued to hold Jazz's hand so that, should Jazz regain consciousness somehow, that immediate sense of comfort and reassurance would be there for him, returning the nod to Wheeljack. If he needed to move for the medics to work he understood that but if he could help it he was going to be there in whatever way he could. He glanced at the smaller white mech as he stood and began walking, noting the waver in his step. He reached out with his free arm as the young mech fell, catching him gently before he hit the ground. There was no doubt that the Decepticon had pushed himself to help Jazz and was now rather drained due to it. He looked back at Jazz and to Jolt and Wheeljack as well before regrettably releasing Jazz's hand and moving himself and the smaller, now unconscious mech out of their way, positioning Wavelength to rest on his lap. Decepticon he may be but he had just given all he had to help Jazz in much the same manner Charter himself would have. Besides, there was no way he'd be a threat in his current state. Jazz already had a number of people seeing to him, the younger mech deserved at least one person there for him after acting so selflessly, even if he was unaware that someone was, in fact, there for him that very moment.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2011 22:26:10 GMT -5
He had gotten the call, known of the beacon but like the others had been so unsure if it was true. It could have been a trap, a trick from their enemy yet the calls were urgent and Optimus had picked a bad time for a quick patrol. Unfortunately before he could really have the chance to get to the coordinates he briefly found himself stuck in traffic, frustratingly slow and took time to move before he took a turn on a long forgotten dirt road, racing down it until he was far out of sight. Using the smaller space bridge generator he had Optimus quickly headed through and to the coordinates off the beach in Cananda.
The sight tore at his Spark as he transformed, seeing Charter, Red Alert, Jolt, and Wheeljack there along with what looked like a young bot. It was the Decepticon who had sent the first message a little earlier and the Prime quickly came over, horrified at the sight. “He did well with helping our friend, he deserves the rest.” Optimus finally said quietly and moved to where he could see the others and Jazz, kneeling down near them but leaving room so Wheeljack and Jolt could work. “Jazz, hang in there old friend we’re here.” He said trying to help calm the agonized mech.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 12, 2011 6:18:42 GMT -5
Red Alert moved as soon as Charter released Jazz's hand, moving to take it up in his own hands. For the most part, he was oblivious to everything else around him. It wasn't that he did not register what was going on at all, it was merely that it was pushed to the back of his mind for the moment. Jazz was alive, and that was all that mattered for the moment. ~"We're not going to leave you, Jazz. We're not going to let you die."~ He spoke softly. He would move if they needed him to move, but he would try to stay as close to Jazz's side as he could.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 12, 2011 12:43:52 GMT -5
In his processor core Jazz shrieked in terror and agony, crying out for his friends, desperate to reach them, to live. Yet in his processor Megatron’s claws reached for him, grabbing him, tearing at his chassis, again Jazz felt himself being ripped in half, thrashing madly in effort to escape, Megatron’s insidious laughter mocking his screams. He felt himself flung roughly against a building and he cried out desperately for Ratchet, Ironhide, Optimus, even Bumblebee, anyone who could help him, who could chase Megatron off and ease the pain of his severed body. He clutched in vain at the gaping wound, his fluids draining out, Energon dissipating, his Spark fading. He could feel himself dying and it terrified him. Through the pain he pleaded to Ratchet for help, only to be consumed by searing agony as he felt himself being torn apart yet again as Megatron laughed.
As he laid there in full stasis lock and unaware of his surroundings as Wheeljack and Jolt worked to stabilize Jazz, doing the most critical repairs on the spot before trying to move him to take him back to base, his hands twitched subtly, intermittently, and Red Alert was holding one of them, feeling it twitch in his grasp. It was the only outward sign of the dream, the nightmare, playing over and over again in his positronic net.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 12, 2011 13:00:16 GMT -5
Wheeljack worked carefully, diligently on the worst of the damage, first trying to stabilize the spinal struts and the main connections in his back to keep Jazz from being split in half again, clearing away debris as he went, while Jolt worked further up to ensure Jazz' Spark was safe and the connections around it would hold until they got him back to base. Wheeljack spared a glance to Red Alert as he moved around to Jazz' head and took the silver mech's hand in his. Wheeljack could see the deep emotional bond between the two, how close they must have been before Jazz had been killed 20 years ago. "He'll be okay, Red, you'll see." he offered softly before looking up at Optimus. Prime, their leader, their friend. "Optimus, Jazz is in really bad shape. We're trying to stabilize him now so we can move him without risking his life in the process. The rest of the repairs we can finish back at base with Ratchet's help." He looked down at the damage to the silver bot's frame, shaking his head slightly. "It's a Primus sent miracle he's even alive at all. I wish I knew how, Ratchet said we lost him completely, no Spark, fluids and Energon draining fast, nothing could save him. How in Primus is he suddenly alive now?" the engineer wondered out loud, shaking his head again and reconnecting another vital conduit to hold Jazz' battered frame together.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 12, 2011 13:13:40 GMT -5
Soundwave nodded inwardly at Wavelength's message, though instinctively he wanted to go immediately to his adopted son's side when he saw him shut down and fall. His optic ridges drew downward as Charter caught Wavelength and held his unconscious form, wondering what they would do with the young mech now that they had him in their grasp, quite literally. He listened as they spoke to each other, though Soundwave's sensitive sensors detected something he thought he would never see again; the faint signal of a Shard of the Allspark. Optimus had pulled a Shard of it from Megatron's chest 20 years ago, then two years later Soundwave found where it was hidden and sent Ravage and Gauntrix to retrieve it, then made their way with Scalpel and some of the Constructicon drones down to where Megatron laid at the bottom of the ocean to revive him with it. From there, the Shard itself seemed to vanish without a trace, dislodging from Megatron en route from his undersea resting place to where the Nemesis laid in ruins on Mars. Soundwave had thought the Shard itself lost forever, until now. Could it be the same Shard? It was certainly possible, though he didn't dare move in too much closer yet, seeing Optimus Prime arrive and seeming to stand guard over his Autobots. Soundwave's thoughts went to Wavelength then, growing concerned for his young son. They may not share a creation bond, but Soundwave was protective of him none the less, as he was of his much younger daughter, Aria Sona, the Sparkling he forced spawned some years ago after arriving to Earth once he had deployed his Symbiotes around the globe to search for the Allspark in the 1950's.
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Jolt
Laser Fodder
"HE HAD FRIENDS!!!"[A1i:3]
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Post by Jolt on Aug 12, 2011 22:16:22 GMT -5
Jolt glanced up when the young white mech moved, sighing seeing him go down before he grabbed a few more tools from him pack and continued working on repairing Jazz best he could before moving him "Kid pushed himself." Jolt said, not looking up from his work, clearing out debris and grit that was dangerously close to Jazz's most vital systems. "Charter, can you do a scan on him so we can see if he damaged himself." Jolt asked, glancing up at the stick thin bot for a moment before returning right back to his work on Jazz. He saw to the connectors, energon lines, tension cables, belts, all that needed to be in firm place to help keep Jazz's frame as one. However, when his scans of Jazz completed, Jolt froze and just slooooooowly looked over at Jazz "Jazz you sneaky little bot, you end up helping us without even knowing it!" he said, moving to carefully reach in where the Allspark shard was before he got too many odd looks from his comrades. He soon, gently pulled out a small golden shard, something which everyone she notice right off the bat "This. . . .this explains a lot, by Primus, as much of an off chance as this happening was, wow. . ." was all he could finish that statement as. He held the sharp out to Optimus then, knowing someone needed to hold it, he needed his hands to work too much to fuss with keeping track of the tiny shard!
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 12, 2011 22:30:33 GMT -5
Wavelength's frame was extremely light compared to most his height, due to being so slight in build and light armored, making it easy for Chater to catch him before he touched the ground. The young mech made not a sound, not a movement, his systems were, however, stable, the biggest issue was that his own repair systems were struggling to help his systems recover due to him sending a good 78% of his repair nanobots through to Jazz while trying to help the silver bot, thus he lacked those, leaving him with a much smaller amount of nanobots to try to repair the minor damage the straining of his systems caused. It was nothing really serious, the damage was non-threatening, his body was trying to see to it with what he had left now, it would just take a while. Even in stasis however, the young mech's processor didn't stop, though he was unaware of it, it was going through and sorting the information from the last few moments, the memories he saw from the previous connection with Jazz's neural net, so that was what the Autobots were like? Bonds so close while he tried to hide who he was among the Decepticons? He had to stay, however, among these was where Alex belonged. . .Alex, she would worry if he was gone too long without warning. After a long few minutes there was finally some small movement from Wavelength's frame, though it was a mere turn of the head, bringing Wavelength's head to rest more stably against Charter's arm, it did leave the two crystals hanging from chains attached to the left side of his helm visible, crystals that were once a part of Crystal City's structure before it fell. The young mech remained still once more after that, his processor replaying what he had seen through Jazz, analyzing it, and even in stasis, learning from it.
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Charter
Laser Fodder
Resident Psychiatrist
Some said I had nothing left to fight for. The way I see it I have nothing left to lose.[A1i:1]
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Post by Charter on Aug 13, 2011 0:02:29 GMT -5
Charter had to admit there was a sense of relief in the fact that Optimus' thoughts concerning the young Decepticon were a bit akin to his own, as strange as it may seem to him to have such concern for a Decepticon in the first place. He looked at Jolt, nodding to his instructions and running a scan of the small mech in his arms. "It's nothing too severe." he assured Jolt, "He strained his own systems a bit and it seems he gave a good majority of his self repair nanobots to Jazz through the neural interface, his body is simply trying to work with what it has left." There was something else the scan revealed though that intrigued him. Even in a light stasis as he was the small mech's processor was racing, it seemed it was still analyzing everything that had just happened. His body may be resting but it was as though his mind knew no such thing. The psychiatrist stared at the small white Decepticon as he moved slightly, resting his head more stably against his arm revealing the two crystals attached to his helm. Somehow those crystals seemed eerily familiar but now was not the time to try and determine why exactly that was.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2011 1:23:12 GMT -5
"I think Jolt just found the answer to your question Wheeljack." Optimus said taking the shard in his hand and letting the young medic work once more. Optimus briefly looked the shard over, his Spark jolting at the realization it was the one he had pulled form Megatron's chest twenty years ago and the same one who had brought back his old foe. Somehow it had found it's way to jazz, reviving their long dead comrade once more. Clenching his fist around the shard he looked at Jazz again knowing the mech was in good hands,"He'll be safe at least and has a better chance at survival." He said and laid a hand on Red Alert's shoulder in silent comfort and support before glancing towards Charter and Wavelength seeing some small movement."He is slowly coming around already, hopefully this young one has not pushed himself too far."
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 13, 2011 5:16:34 GMT -5
Red Alert felt Jazz's hand twitch, and gave it a reassuring squeeze in response. He heard the words being said, but didn't fully register them. He could tell, though, that Jazz had been as Red Alert had been told nearly 20 years ago. He'd been completely dead, then was suddenly yanked back into the world of the living by something. He heard Jolt speak, and glanced slightly in the blue mech's direction, spotting the shard. {"That would explain it..."}
Optimus's hand on his shoulder caught him by surprise, and he jumped a bit and turned slightly at the touch, looking up at his leader and giving a nod. "Yes...He does..."
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Post by Jazz on Aug 13, 2011 13:30:10 GMT -5
Jazz remained struggling within his own processor, screaming in agony and terror, the only outward sign being the occasional twitch of his hands. He was oblivious to what was happening around him, the repairs to his frame, the Shard, the conversations, Red Alert trying to comfort him, Charter attending to Wavelength, all of it lost to him. But the insidious nightmare remained, tearing him apart inside. The twitches of his hands began to grow into tremors, gradually building up bit by bit, the early stages of a neural system seizure always started with subtle tremors, gradually increasing in intensity over a few Klicks* until the mech's chassis was shaking violently enough to injure themselves. Jazz wasn't quite there yet, but he was starting to shake noticeably, making it increasingly more difficult to do the delicate repairs.
((*Klik = 100 Seconds or about 1.6 Earth Minutes))
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 13, 2011 13:51:19 GMT -5
Wheeljack glanced at Jolt curiously at his rather odd comment directed at Jazz, then watched in astonishment as Jolt gently pulled the Shard from Jazz' chassis. "Primus, Jazz..." he murmured in awe, then looked up at Optimus. Jazz had always had an uncanny knack for finding things they needed, retrieving things that had been lost and bringing it safely back again. It was an ingrained skill that had been extremely valuable to the Autobots, not unlike his relaxed cheerful demeanor was important to them for helping bring smiles and even laughter to other 'Bots when they so desperately needed it during the war. And even now, in death, Jazz somehow found and brought back something they so desperately needed and had been stolen from them eighteen years ago; the remains of the Allspark, and in return, the Shard gave Jazz back to his friends, torn, battered, and broken, but alive. "Jazz, I swear to Primus you're a good luck magnet." he said then, smiling softly and returned to his work.
It wasn't long though before he started to notice the tremors and he gave Jazz a worried look, studying the silver mech for a moment before he realized what was happening. "Oh Primus no, not now." he groaned sadly and grabbed hold of his frame to try and hold him down. "Neural seizure! Someone's gotta plug into his neural core and stop it before he rips himself in half from the shaking!" he said firmly, figuring it was the trauma of such a violent death, prolonged dormancy, and sudden resurrection. How Jazz had managed to get himself from the ocean floor to this beach was beyond him, but that was a question that could be answered later. "Red, Charter, one of you two has to do it, Optimus needs to stay free so he can fend off Decepticons if any show up and Jolt and I need to keep working on stabilizing Jazz. It doesn't matter which of you does it, just do it now!" he said, urgency in his voice.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 13, 2011 14:46:19 GMT -5
There it was, confirmation of the original Shard, and it was now in Optimus' hand. The Autobots had all the cards now, the Shard, the Matrix, alliance with the humans, their numbers on Earth steadily increasing as some of the most powerful Autobots were reunited. And if Optimus were to find his Spark brother, Ultra Magnus, the Decepticons would be in serious trouble indeed. As it was the Autobots had two skilled medics, an unyielding engineer and inventor, two weapons specialists, one with melee and one with firearms who was also one of the Autobots most skilled and unrelenting fighters, a skilled and fearless scout, and Optimus Prime himself, the singularly most powerful mech of them all. Seeing Optimus and Magnus fight side by side, their sibling bond enabling speed of thought communication and allowing the brothers to fight literally as one had been devastating. And for his part, Soundwave was actually feeling torn about the whole thing. He had Magnus' location, but he had never told Megatron or any other Decepticon, merely watching the white mech and seeing how he kept himself well out of the war. In Soundwave's processor, if a mech went neutral, there was no point in hunting them down, though Megatron didn't see it that way.
Soundwave scowled inwardly, scolding himself for his weakness. He wanted to retrieve Wavelength, but the young mech had made it clear that he had a plan. So the Communications Officer was forced to wait in agonizing silence and hope the Autobots would not harm his son. He looked to Optimus then, wondering. Would the Prime actually protect Wavelength and ensure his safety while the young mech was in their grasp? Soundwave had to hope, though he remained nearby just in case, worried for Wavelength, though he showed no outward sign that he was doing anything but watching with emotionless optics like always.
But Wavelength knew of Soundwave's inner turmoil and uncertainty over the war and his own decisions in that war, he could see it growing within the dark mech, along with the desire for an end to the war, or at least perhaps a change in status for himself and his extended family of six Symbiotes and his two Sparklings. Could this be the way in he had sought? Was that what Wavelength intended? Soundwave could only wait and wonder, though hope began to rise in his Spark as he looked at his young son, then to Optimus. If they could find asylum among the Autobots, if Wavelength could pave the way for all of them, it would indeed tip the balance of power significantly in the Autobots favor. If not, all Soundwave dared hope for was a swift death with Optimus' Ion cannon firing straight through Soundwave's chest. At least his death would be at the hands of a mech with honor in his Spark.
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Jolt
Laser Fodder
"HE HAD FRIENDS!!!"[A1i:3]
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Post by Jolt on Aug 13, 2011 22:07:40 GMT -5
Jolt looked up only a moment when the tremors began before returning to his work. Jolt, as silly, playful and full of life and good humor as he was, was near dead serious right now. He began working faster, his hands steady, his movements precise as he pulled something else from the pack he had brought with him, stabilizing robs, they wouldn't repair the damage but they would work as a splint, minimizing movement of Jazz's frame around the midsection to avoid him tearing himself in two once more. He moved to attach them to Jazz's frame, working quickly "It's not a repair, but it is a precaution." he said as he attached the first rod, it spanning from Jazz's upper torso to his hip, attached firmly to the silver mech's frame before moving to place another on the other side, then one at the front, then back to create four points of support. The stabilization rods were strong but narrow enough to still allow them to work around them. He did not was to see Jazz tear himself apart, he hadn't seen it with his own optics the first time, he sure didn't wish to see it now. Once the rods were in place he moved to work on repairs once more, being very careful due to the tremors, but he couldn't stop, any moment he wasn't working, was another moment Jazz had to fight, and right now Jazz had little ability to fight. The extra self repair nanobots were there, yes, but this damage, a mech had a time in store for them recovering from this.
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