Shaky First Meetings

1. Shaky First Meetings

Jazz sighed with boredom as he drummed his fingers lightly on the console in a rhythmic manner. He couldn’t remember the last time things had been so quiet and uneventful in Optimus Prime’s unit. Slag, even the red and yellow twins , Sideswipe and Suntreaker, were behaving after another violent threat from the Ark’s main medical officer and weapons specialist .  Jazz groaned in frustration before turning his chair in a 360 degree circle. “If something doesn’t happen soon,” he said aloud to himself. “I’m going to fry my processing chips.”

In an act of Primus himself,  booming Optimus Prime’s voice came over the his com system. “Lieutenant Jazz, I would like to speak with you in my office on an important manner.”  In an almost sparkling manner, Jazz literally leapt from his seat doing a smal graceful flip as he took off down the hallway full speed towards his commander’s chambers.

He was almost there now and could already seen the large stainless chrome doors decorated with two small autobot sigmas. Suddenly, something blocked his path sending him sprawling back onto his aft. Jazz grumbled something under his breath that would have put even  the foulest mouthed-mech to shame as he stood up dusting himself off. He sent a scowl toward the blockage which was being returning it equally.

“You should really watch where you are going.” said the leading special ops officer with annoyance as a black and white mech found his own feet. It seemed that the mech was as equally annoyed at their ‘accident’

“I was unaware I had stepped onto a racing track. Do forgive me.” The mech’s voice was full of a certain sarcasm that for some reason Jazz just found intolerable. The mech that got along with everyone had finally found a ’loophole’ in his programming. He could already feel a certain dislike for this strange mech filling his spark.

“Yeah, well…I don’t like your tone. I don’t think you know who you’re talking to here.”


The black and white mech shook his head. “Nor do you. I’m  new the second-in-command hand-picked by Optimus Prime himself.”

“Wait…” A record skipped in the DJ booth that was Jazz’s main chip. “You’re the new second?” He just couldn’t help but to burst into hysterical laughter.

“Is there something about  that which amuses you?”


“No, ..well yeah, but that’s not it.”

“Then what are you going on about?”

“I feel bad for Optimus now. When I turned down that job, I didn’t think he would have to go to the scrap heaps to find a new one. What is your name anyway? Snooty? Newspaper?”

“Actually..” the black and white mech sneered glaring. “My name is Prowl. What is yours? Annoying Mini-bot? Mini-Me?” Prowl smiled at his own wit chuckling as he saw a flash of anger in the shorter mech’s visor. “Oh and…we are inside now. You can take off that foolish looking visor.”  

Jazz growled ready to jump Prowl right there and start an all out brawl. He was just about to do it to when he felt a strong hand gripping his shoulder. Looking up he saw the smiling face of Optimus.

“Ah, Jazz, I see you have met our new second.” He gave the young silver mech a gentle shove in Prowl’s direction. “I want you to show him around and give him the basic tour of our facilitates. Make him feel at home within our ranks.”

Sighing Jazz nodded. It wasn’t like he could tell the boss bot no anyway. “Yes, Sir.” he stated as he walked towards Prowl taking his arm in a firm grip as he started to lead him away from their commander.  “Look,” he said in a hushed whisper. “I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but I like Optimus. So for his sake. I’m going to strike your record clean with me, so lets start over. Pretend all that before never happened.”

Prowl mumbled something clearly about ‘sparkling behavior’ before nodding. “Agreed. We can not let trivial sparkling manners distract us from our important work. That must always come first.”

“….I can tell you are just going to be barrels of fun already.” said Jazz flatly as the tour began.