"The police found what?!" Arcee's voice box strained as she tried to contain the rage burning up in her frame, servos pinch her brow as she held a digit to her temple, trying to calm down before she blew up at someone.
"The Police, they're shutting the whole thing down, Arcee! we have to do something!" Jack tried to reason with the Cybertronian , his eyes following her as she walked away, trying to get away from all the overstimulation; it was all too much data to absorb at once.
as Jack relayed the message-- Arcee taking it less than well-- the rest of base was a mess. Raf bit his lip, he was slumped over on the couch as the tv played. On the TV was the news channel, which broadcasted in big bold letters "JASPER POLICE CALL OFF All SEARCHES". As much as Bee tried to comfort the kid, Raf felt as if those very words were mocking him.
"Come on Arcee, we can't trust the police anymore! This is Cybertronian business now! We gotta intervene!" Miko, to a much lesser effect, also tried to talk to the blue femme. Regardless of their combined efforts, Jack and Miko didn't make Arcee budge.
"Miko, Jack, stop! listen for a moment!" Ratchet cut between the trio, giving Arcee space. "It's not as simple as just marching in and telling the police what's going on, we're robots in disguise! What would happen if-"
Ratchet cut off as the base door opened, revealing that blue visor he knew oh so well.
With a few slow steps; Jazz entered into the base. He knew something was up, based on how loud it was in the base, and the look everyone gave him only confirmed that.
oh, he was in for it now.
" Jazz, where have you been?! It's-" Ratchet was cut off as Miko and Jack ran up to Jazz, a thousand words pouring from their mouths.
"Jazz! we got into a situation!"
"It's bad!"
"The police are shutting-"
"THE POLICE ARE SHUTTINGDOWNTHESEARC-"
"AND THEY FOUND A B-"
"MAX IS DEAD!"
"Woah, woah..." Jazz held his servos up in the air, trying to ease the kiddos down. "Woah, I'm gonna need every 'un to settle down a notch, whadda yall mean Max...." Jazz optics flickered over to the couch, where Raf sat, Bumblebee trying to comfort them, servo on back. Jazz's antenna dropped down, going awfully silent for the mech.
"Jack, what happened?"
"The Police, their calling off the search" Raf began, Jazz perked up optics settling on the kid as they finally switched off the TV.
"The police called off the search, right after my uncle went missing two days ago." Jazz's optics flickered in sympathy for Raf, he was about to say something, but Raf continued.
"They found a body"
the words hung, dead in the air as the room went silent. Nobody dared to break it, as if holding a funeral for the dearly departed.
"it wasn't Max's" Jazz breathed out a sigh of relief, holding that breath for way too long. "But it doesn't matter, the police have already called off all search parties and ruled each case as "presumed dead"...." Raf breathed in a sigh, his eyes downcast as Ratchet went to place a comforting hand on the boy.
"In other words, legally; Max is dead"
"That ain't true," Jazz blurted out, Ratchet turned over to look at Jazz, flabbergasted as to why the bot would even say such a thing.
"Look, I just talked with Soundwave and," Jazz paused, everyone was looking at him, most had their brows raised in suspicion. "and soundwave said that Max is alive. She's been hidin' in his quarters for the better part of the month. I know Soundwave, he isn't one to just-"
"Really? Because the Soundwave I know held a kid captive for ransom!" Arcee confronted Jazz with a pointed finger, and a snarl.
"You know very Damn well Soundwave wasn't holdin' the kid captive. Yeah, I don't know why he couldn't give Max back, but he's a communications chief, not a primus damned torture expert." Jazz retorted, his back straightened, almost defensively.
"He's also a Decepicon, your point?" Arcee snapped, by this point the denta in her mouthplate began to bear, if she lost any more restrain it was about to turn into a full-on cat fight.
"Jazz, Arcee, stop!" Ratchet had to practically shove his way in between the pair before servos were thrown and someone had to get a replacement for a leg.
"Look, Jazz..." Ratchet spoke, pushing Jazz back a bit, away from Arcee. "Look, I get that you used to know Soundwave but-"
"Used too? I know him! Soundwave may be a Decepticon, but he ain't a liar"
Arcee nearly opened her mouth, but instead threw her servos up in frustration.
By this point, the commotion had already drawn the others out, Cliffjumper, Bulkhead... Optimus...
A comforting servo was placed on Jazz's back, snapping his neck he saw the green wrecker speak.
"Look... Jazz, people... people change during war"
Jazz's optics have a defensive glint in them, a flicker to unleashing a flame that could burn through steel.
But Jazz put out the flame. His shoulders loosened, noting how defensive he got, over a mech he hadn't even talked to for thousands of Vorns...
But... for some reason, Jazz didn't want to give up on this one...
"Jazz, old friend" The attention was turned towards Optimus, eyes and optics on him.
"I too know what it is like to not want to lose hope on someone..." Optimus began, walking over. "which is why I won't stop you, all that I ask is to stay wary of who you trust."
"For trust is the strongest weapon of all, and it can be used against you"
Authors Note:
hey, ho, howdy! whats it going guys? another chapter!!!!!! btw thank you to my beta reader for reading this one. I did get stuck on the last bit, but managed to pull though.
Btw, i just wanna tell everyone who is reading this far into the fic, thank you soo much!! its crazy to think how this fic got like... super popular (7 thousand reads???) and like oh my godd!!
I know not really many of you guys comment and stuff, but like.. thats ok! your totally valid, its scary! but i just wanna say thank you for reading!
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Nemesis Intruder (transformers)
Science Fiction*transformers AU* as both third in command and communications officer of the decepticons, few things go under soundwaves eye. if something were to try, he would have it delt with permanently however, the communications officer is of course willing...
