Runaway

Chapter Eleven - Until It Gets Worse

Jazz sprinted into the command room, followed by another one of Optimus' most trusted mecha. Red Alert was the panicking mech's name if Jazz remembered correctly.

They had just received word that Polyhex was under attack.

Seating himself next to Prowl, Jazz turned to his friend.

"What news do we got so far?" he inquired quickly.

The Praxian gave him a look, mouth in a firm line. "It's not good, Jazz. The Polyhex Council is denying our request to assist."

"What?" sputtered the Polyhexian.

Prowl's faceplate grew even grimmer. "We have forces on their way in spite of that. However, the Decepticons are already in the city itself."

"We already lost Hydrax Plateau and the Badlands and Kaon," muttered Jazz, patching himself into the group comm. "Now this."

Polyhex was Jazz's home. As much as he hadn't stay put in one place very long in his young life, in a way his spark was still attached to the city-state.

He would do all he could to prevent it from falling into the Decepticon's hands.

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The red and purple seeker flew high above the Decepticon army.

The large group was mostly composed of groundrollers, but there were several fliers among them. Very few seekers.

None of them really seemed to notice him circling.

Jetstreak let out a snort. "Idiots. No one is even checking to see if I am a friend or foe."

But then, the ones that did notice him likely assumed that a lone seeker would not attack. Or that he was simply a scout.

His comm pinged and he immediately answered.

"Roadrage, what is your command?"

"How many do you see?" asked the other mech neutrally.

Perhaps Jetstreak was acting as a scout.

"Too many for us to handle on our own," the seeker answered. "And too many for the Polyhexian enforcement."

The red and black mech let out a low hum as he considered. "You've taken into account the fact we have a transport triplechanger on our side."

"Certainly. Thundercloud would be able to do some damage, but not enough to even the odds. And even if Arson, Wingnut, and I functioned as a proper air support..."

"Not enough."

"No."

"Just a klik."

Jetstreak circled around once again, keeping himself out of range of any weaponry as he waited for whatever had redirected Roadrage's attention.

He didn't have to wait long.

"Swindle just commed hq," Roadrage said, coming back to their comm. "He wishes for us to stay out of it."

From his tone, Jetstreak could instantly tell the larger mech was not impressed.

"How does he know they are here?" the seeker asked, suspicion lacing his own tone.

"Newsfeed maybe. Fall back and return."

With that, Roadrage ended the comm.

Jetstreak banked to the left and switched direction, heading home.