Jolt
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Post by Jolt on Aug 17, 2011 21:31:25 GMT -5
Jolt started slightly at the scream before steadying himself once more "Jazz, Jazz' it's alright, we're here man, you're safe, calm down, no one is going to hurt you, just relax. . ." the blue medic said, laying a hand on Jazz's shoulder, a needle deploying from under his wrist armor, injecting Jazz with what was within, a mild seditive, something that wouldn't knock him out but would certainly be able to help him calm down. "Jazz, it's Jolt, alright, we're going to take care of you, Wheeljack, Optimus, Charter and Red Alert are here too, you're safe. You back with us Jazz, you're back, you're safe, alright. Jazz, you hear me?" he said trying to sooth the silver mech, looking up to Red Alert "Put the stretcher along side of him Red, so once he's calm, we can see about moving him, we have to let the panic subside first." he told the security bot before looking back to Jazz, that friendly, welcoming smile on the blue mech's face. "Welcome back Jazz."
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 17, 2011 21:50:45 GMT -5
<"I will be, I give you my word."> Wavelength sent to Soundwave as his true form's eyes opened as he looked to the extemded hand the Prime was offering to him, his holoform dissipating for the moment. Speaking took a little effort but, after a few seconds he finally managed to get the words to form "Help. . .would be appreciated." Wavelength said as he brought up a hand, taking the Primes offered hand. The white mech's hand was so small compared to Optimus's, the long, tapers but dull fingertips looked delicate against the larger, older mech's hand, in truth, Wavelength's entire frame looks so fragile in comparison to the red and blue Autobot. He took the offered help to stand, his movement shaky, taking him quite a bit of effort but he was determined, he could not remain down like that, he had his pride, he had to stand. It took a few moments to do so but he did finally manage to stand at his full 18 feet height, rather small compared to other air framed bots. Wavelength froze however when he heard the scream from Jazz, looking right in the silver mech's direction "The nightmare's over. . .for now at least." he said softly, seeing the others there to comfort Jazz, he would be well cared for, Wavelength could see that.
He looked to Prime then, looking up and stumbling back a bit in the process, Wavelength was use to being short, but when he was this weak, having trouble keeping himself up, looking upwards was a task, it was bad enough he had to partly cling to Prime's arm to help support his own weight. "Jazz may not be the only one this meeting saves." Wavelength said, letting his optics shift to their natural color, a soft, light blue, vivid but gentle, he kept them red via his light tricks, it avoided questions from the Decepticons, which worked just fine for him. "Alexandria Mack, Techno-organic daughter of the Autobot Perceptor, She has been held capture by the Decepticons since the age of four, they have been experimenting on her. I need to get her to safety, she is as a little sister to me despite not being born as such. I cannot stand by and watch them harm her more. I need to get. . .to get her into your care, where she will be safe." Wavelength said, his voice remaining very, very soft, more so than normally. "From what I've seen today. . .I know you will not harm her as they have." he added, his gaze lowering as he felt his legs beginning to buckle under himself once more. He still needed to rest, he was still weak, he held on tighter to Optimus's arm to try to keep himself from falling, hoping stasis didn't pull him back to unawareness again.
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Moonsweep
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Post by Moonsweep on Aug 17, 2011 22:34:21 GMT -5
A dark figure watched the scene unfold below, masked by a large cloud as he hovered in the sky. It was highly unlikely he would be noticed regardless considering the situation, the Autobots were focused more on their friend than anything and his own spark signal was so weak it was likely beyond detection as high up as he was. Still, he could not risk it being known that he was there. For his existence to be revealed at this point would alter everything. That is why he was normally only out and about at night when he blended in, undetectable. But in this case an exception had to be made. This was not only a monumental moment but an essential one. While he may only be able to observe he had to ensure that all went accordingly.
That agonized scream was the verification he needed. "He will live again." he uttered almost silently under his breath. That brought back memories he would rather not resurface, the screams of all those he'd murdered in the night those vorns ago, screams of those terrified of that which was hunting them, that which the could not see, their last raw emotion before their mortal life was ended. But what was worse was that it more closely resembled the scream he himself had vocalized once, the moment he two was brought back to 'life.' Though there was some consolation in the fact that Jazz did not awake the same a he had. He was surrounded by friends, pulled back into life by the Allspark and kept there desperately by those who cared for him. He had not been so lucky. The Great Spark had thrown him back with no object to aid him in recovery and no one to be there for him. In fact, no one ever could be there now, not for a while anyway. He was forcibly alone, isolated, a ghost unable to interact with the living. Jazz was alive, Moonsweep was still dead.
With a shift of his optics he brought his attention to Wavelength and Optimus. Though he could not hear their conversation he knew already what it entailed, he'd seen the event play before him already, he just knew not when it would occur. {"So that has been set in place as well..."} Whether or not the Autobots would help see to that situation soon or a while later they had been made aware. Yes, things were progressing smoothly. He would stay just a bit longer to ensure all went accordingly but so far the pieces were in place.
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Charter
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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 17, 2011 23:14:51 GMT -5
Charter stood his ground as Megatron struck out at him, attempting to counter the attack but still feeling part of it make contact with his side. He suppressed the urge to hiss in pain, knowing it would be best for Jazz if his strength appeared unfaltering. He watched as the scene changed, looking back to Jazz. It may not be what one would classify as a dream rather than a nightmare, but it was better than what the smaller silver mech had been suffering through moments ago. As those three weeks worth of memories flashed through Charter's mind he had only one thought. {"I should have come sooner..."} That was far too long for Jazz to have suffered alone. Once again he had waited too long to go to one who needed his help and they had suffered for that decision. But at least this time it did not cost the person their life.
As Jazz pulled himself onto that beach in the lesser nightmare Charter rushed to his side to give the mech comfort and companionship, something to hold onto in both a literal and figurative sense. He knew the others were helping him come out of the nightmare in the physical world but it always worked better to have someone helping from both ends. He smiled down at Jazz with his normal warm and comforting smile. His voice stayed steady and calm as he spoke. "It's alright, Jazz, you're safe. You're almost there, all you have to do is wake up. I'll still be there when you do, as will others. You're not alone, and you'll never have to be again. Everyone's waiting, it's about time you saw them again."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2011 17:53:30 GMT -5
Optimus helped Wavelength to his feet and nodded, though he had a feeling this nightmare Jazz was suffering was only gone for now and not forever not any time soon. The sudden horrifying scream made Optimus turn his gaze quickly towards his once dead friend, visibly shuddering at the sound and one he had heard several times but had been powerless to help. It was hard to watch as the others tried to comfort Jazz and calm him down again. Looking back to Wavelength Optimus could see the smaller and weaker mech seemed to be having difficulty standing and seemed he would fall at any given time.
"Perceptor's daughter?" Optimus was surprised at that but pushed it back for now and put his free arm around Wavelength's waist, holding him up so he didn't fall,"If that is so we'll get her to the safety if our base, but you are welcome to still visit her when you like after this has all gone down." He said though was a bit concerned."But at the moment you are in no condition to be trying to get the girl here, when you are rested we'll make an attempt to save her." Optimus promised.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 18, 2011 19:45:26 GMT -5
"Alright, Jolt." Red Alert replied, moving the stretcher closer, so all they had to do was carefully pick Jazz up a little and move him over. "Anything else I can do to help?" He asked, looking over at Jazz with worry on his faceplates. {"Hang in there, Jazz. You're in god hands..."}
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Post by Jazz on Aug 21, 2011 3:08:47 GMT -5
Cries of fear and panic rolled out of the broken silver mech as he grabbed hold of Wheeljack and Jolt while they held onto him, calling out to him. It took a few moments, but gradually his cries subsided to groans, his vision clearing as he looked at his friends, friends who had come to save him, yet they were not the ones he had expected to see. "Wh... Wheeljack? Jolt? Wh... when'd you get here? Where... where's Ratchet... Ironhide..." His optics suddenly went wide. "Optimus! He was on the highway! Bonecrusher knocked him off the overpass! He..." he then groaned a bit and closed his optics as a sharp pain knifed through part of his upper back when he tried to shift to sit up, his head rolling back against Charter, his cooling systems venting rapidly, the last of the sea water escaping his systems and leaving a frothy foam around his vents along the back of his upper rib struts below his shoulders.
After a few moments, the pain subsided and he opened his optics and saw a startlingly familiar red and white mech he knew and missed so very much since the exodus from Cybertron. "Red..." he breathed and let go of Wheeljack, reaching his hand up towards his dearest friend and brother, the mech he had grown to know best and who seemed to only trust Jazz enough to touch him. "Oh Red... I've missed you..." he whispered and closed his optics, his hand coming to rest along the security mech's cheek. Jazz' frame seemed to relax then, settling back in the embrace of his friends, safe at last, though he was still conscious and aware. If the others were there, if Red Alert was there, then perhaps they had finally found a safe haven at last.
Jazz felt sore all over, though he felt nothing from his midsection down and he opened his optics then, growing fearful again. "I... I can't feel my legs..." he said in a hushed tone, his panic starting to rise again, which Charter could feel, though it wasn't as sharp as before. "Why can't I feel my legs?" he asked, his voice rising a bit, uncertain and giving Wheeljack and Jolt a pleading look that was heartbreaking to see in a mech who was usually so carefree and happy, one who could always bring smiles and laughter to those who needed it most, even in the most stressful of times during the war.
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Post by Wheeljack on Aug 21, 2011 3:54:09 GMT -5
Wheeljack began to relax as Jazz settled down. It seemed that seeing Red Alert, as paranoid as the security bot was, seemed to help Jazz. It was known that the pair worked fairly closely and that Red seemed to actually trust Jazz, though no one knew just how deep that relationship really went. But the look Jazz gave him and Jolt nearly made his laser core crack. He didn't know? "Primus..." he breathed and gripped Jazz' shoulder. "It's alright Jazz, you'll be okay. There's extensive damage to yer chassis and we had to hard brace ya so you wouldn't hurt yourself again while we move ya back to base so us n Ratchet can reconnect everything n put ya back together again. You'll be good as new in no time, little buddy, I promise ya." he tried to assure the small silver mech, hoping he wouldn't go into another full blown panic attack, which Jazz certainly did not need right now.
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Post by Soundwave on Aug 21, 2011 16:00:11 GMT -5
Soundwave could only watch and hope that all would be well and that Wavelength would be safe among the Autobots. He then regarded the ghost curiously. He could not pick up the mech's signature or even the resonance of his Spark. Unable to determine who the mysterious mech was made Soundwave curious, though he seemed so hauntingly familiar. He would not speak of it to anyone, not even his symbiotes or his Sparklings, fearing to dispel the ghost and his purpose, whatever it was. He seemed to be observing, just as Soundwave always did. There was no harm in that, and no harm in letting the ghost be, he decided. He looked back to the Autobots, seeing that they had calmed Jazz down apparently and were about to move him. Then Soundwave would have to shift his focus to their DC base, and in anticipation of this, he remotely tapped into their security systems like he always did, watching without being detected by merely piggybacking on the signals of the security systems passively, nothing that would set off the sensors.
Then he waited, watching, forever watching, always from a distance, as the rest of his kind went about their lives. For a countless time, Soundwave wondered if he was doomed to watch as his race slowly died before his optics, only to end up the last of his kind, forgotten, alone, abandoned by time. There was an ache in his Spark then and he cast his gaze to the Decepticon base in Texas for a moment. Could he dare? Would the younger mech accept such a thing? Or would he turn away from Soundwave as all others had done, fear and hatred gripping their Sparks at the mere mention of the Communication's Officer's name, shying away at the mere sight of the quiet mech. Thus he had retreated to orbit, keeping himself at such a distance that most forgot he was even there until Megatron sent his orders out through Soundwave, his deeply modulated electronic monotone sending visible shivers through most as the orders were relayed.
With a silent sigh, Soundwave turned away from the base, resigned to a lifetime of solitude, despite the family he held close to him, the family he loved and protected. All he could do was watch and hope his vision would not come to pass; a future that would leave Soundwave the last living member of his race, alone and adrift among the stars, unable to die and rejoin the others of his kind in the arms of Primus himself, left to slowly go mad, trapped in solitude and silence forever...
((Soundwave's last post in this thread, unless directly contacted, as he will simply be watching what is going on.))
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Jolt
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Post by Jolt on Aug 21, 2011 21:37:22 GMT -5
Jolt nodded as Wheeljack explained a bit before looking to Jazz "A lot of the connections to your legs are severed, I injected you with a pain suppressor so you can't feel the damage. It is repairable, you'll have to be careful which you recover, but the damage can be repaired. Ironhide and Ratchet are at the base from what I know. We have a stretcher here to be able to bridge you back so we can do the more major repairs. It's alright man, you're home, all these things you're remembering, they happened 20 years ago, there's no danger right now." Jolt said, his friendly smile showing as he spoke to Jazz. A light sigh came from the blue mech as he moved to start getting Jazz onto the stretcher "You're lucky Jazz, you're not going to believe this but it wasn't one of us who found you first." he said, motioning with a free hand to where Wavelength was with Prime "That young one called us here, gave us the coordinates to be able to find you, man Jazz, you're lucky the Decepticon who found you isn't the type to attack a wounded bot." he said, being very, very careful as he slipped the stretcher under Jazz's frame. "Red, I could use your help with getting him centered on the stretcher, and help carrying him through wouldn't be a bad thing."
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Post by Wavelength on Aug 21, 2011 21:44:17 GMT -5
"I. . .I just need to let my body recover what was forfeit. Then I'll be able to retrieve her. I just. . . .I just wanted to make sure there was a safe place to bring her. I can get her out of the base unseen, that part is easy, I'll just. . .she'll just need others there to. . .to see to her once she's brought to you. . .one of the Decepticon medics has been trying to keep an optic on her health, but. . .but he has to be careful when he does so. Suspicions can be the death of us." the small, white mech said, his legs giving a bit though, thankfully, the fact the much larger bot was holding him up avoided him having a meeting with the ground. He then looked over as Jolt motioned to him, thankfully the lower face mask hid his shy smile from view "I would. . .would never attack a bot at all. . .if I could avoid it. . .it. . .fighting, it is not part of who I am." Wavelength said. Not attacking a wounded bot was one thing, that was honor, but in truth, Wavelength's non-violent views went well beyond not attacking the wounded, it extended to not attacking at all if he had any choice in the matter and, sometimes, even when he had no choice.
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Moonsweep
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Post by Moonsweep on Aug 22, 2011 16:22:46 GMT -5
Moonsweep continued watching the scene. Jazz had been calmed by his friends now. There was still some panic, given the circumstances that was to be expected, but it was not the full blown panic like before and with his friends there they should be able to keep him calm enough now that he was aware. He took a moment to glance at Soundwave as the communications officer ascended once more to where he observed everything on this planet, his head tilting ever so slightly as he did so to get a clear view of the mech. He had no doubt Soundwave had noticed him there this time, their proximity was so close and the mech's sensitivity would have given him some indicator. But he had to wonder if he had noticed him prior, not that it much mattered. Moonsweep knew better than most how much information Soundwave actually withheld from the Decepticons. They had both been observing for quite a long time after all, and there were plenty of happenings Soundwave knew of that the Decepticons were unaware of. He had little worry that his presence would be revealed for now.
He turned his attention back to the Autobots as they moved Jazz onto the stretcher. They would be moving him to the Autobot base soon and Moonsweep knew he would not be able to beat them there, his energy levels were getting low as it was. But he didn't really need to see what would happen there. Jazz would recover physically. There would, of course, be another type of struggle in his recovery, one that would go a bit more unseen for a while, but that was how it was supposed to be. Once they had gone Moonsweep would have the chance to go and recover a bit himself, but there was one more thing that needed verification. He'd just have to watch for a little while longer.
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Charter
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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 26, 2011 16:14:05 GMT -5
As soon as he felt the panic rising in Jazz Charter sent calming sensations over the neural interface as well as put a soothing hand on the smaller mech's shoulder. Though the panic was not to the same extreme as it was earlier Charter knew that keeping him calm would be ideal. "You're going to be just fine, Jazz. We're here to take care of you now and make sure you're alright. You can relax." He helped get Jazz onto the stretcher, not allowing the neural interface to be severed at all in doing so. It was the easiest and most direct way to keep Jazz calm right now, which was very valuable in the current circumstances.
He glanced over to Optimus and Wavelength, seeing that the young mech had come to at some point while he was helping Jazz. He could help but feel a bit relieved seeing the small airframed Decepticon was recovering already. It seemed strange, but considering he had given so much to help Jazz and then proceeded to try and leave them in peace immediately afterwards he had gained a bit of respect. It seemed that Wavelength still needed a bit of aid, as he was still having trouble standing on his own, and lending that aid for him to recover well was the least they could do to repay him.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2011 6:15:50 GMT -5
"We'll get her to NEST and to safety Wavelength don't worry." Optimus said with an assuring tone seeing the mech was very worried for the young techno organic. But what the Decepticons had been doing to her inwardly made him furious at using a child for experiments that could have killed her, it just wasn't right and in a way she was as much Cybertronian as she was human but they didn't care. Rarely did they. Sighing softly the larger mech kept his arm around Wavelength so he didn't fall but looked at Jazz as he was sounding nearly panicked again.
"Jazz it's alright old friend we're all safe and soon we'll get you repaired." He said to the small silver bot hoping to help reassure him he was safe. It still was hard to see Jazz in this state when he had always been full of energy and been able to lighten things up when it seemed down and dark but now. This kind of situation only made Optimus inwardly angry with himself, guilty he had hesitated several times before to not kill Megatron and every battle there was a friend lost, a never ending cycle it seemed.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 30, 2011 1:01:17 GMT -5
"I've missed you too, Jazz." Red Alert replied with a soft smile. "It's been very quiet in the universe without you." He looked up when Jolt spoke to him and nodded. "Alright." He brought his hand up and placed it against Jazz's for a moment before moving to help center Jazz on the stretcher. "I'll be right here, Jazz. Don't worry. We'll get you to Ratchet, and he'll fix you up."
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