AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 5Another uneventful day passes, and soon it’s evening, signaling my shift at the computer. I sit and relax, nothing going on. A call comes soon, and I pick up.
“Hey, Jazz, what’s up?”
“Not much here, Swipes.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Exhausted. Soundwave says I’ve been goin’ offline all day, but I think he exaggerates it.”
“Soundwave? Exaggerate something that pertains to you? I doubt it.”
“Oh, lighten up. I just need a good recharge and I’ll be good to go.”
“Jazz, seriously, I’m gonna send you back if you collapse here! When you’re this weak, staying there is the best thing you can do.” He glances back at something, and I figure Soundwave’s come in.
“You never let me have any fun.”
“You know I will. Once you’re back on your pedes.”
“Whatever…Stop moving around, brother! I can’t even focus on you!”
AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 4Jazz calls later that night.
“Hey, Swipes, how’s it goin’ down there?”
“Not bad. It was quiet today. We drag raced each other.”
“Nice! Did you win?”
“No. Blurr’s quite the speedster.” Soundwave suddenly appears and sits behind him.
“Greetings, Sideswipe.” Jazz slowly sinks onto his lap.
“How’s the new recruit doing? He cooperating?”
“Now he is. His name’s Smokescreen. He’s got a bit of an ego issue, but we reigned it in nicely.”
“Good. You know how I am with big egos.”
“Yep. I know.” Jazz glances back at Soundwave a moment. “Are you feeling okay, Jazz?”
“Training today was rough. I’m a bit bent out of shape right now. Besides the fact that he’s not too keen on my leaving.”
“You won’t try to keep him, will you?”
“Negative. Jazz, will fight me. He is free to
AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 3Sara and I wait up for the new recruit. Blurr tries, but he’s just too weak to sit up any longer. Soon, our space bridge activates, and a ‘bot comes through.
“I’m Smokescreen. Ironhide said you needed help, so here I am.”
“Yep. Here you are. I’m Sideswipe, and this is Sara.”
“A human? In our base?”
“She’s worked on Cybertron for Intel. You could learn a little respect.”
“I brought this from Ironhide. He says it’s for her.” She takes the package and opens it.
“He sent me another Mini-Con!”
“A Mini-Con?” She activates it, and the little ‘bot appears.
“Hi, Incinerator, you must be looking forward to seeing Blurr again… C’mon.” He follows her, and we follow him.
“He’s the other ‘bot on this team. He’s
AUTOBOT LOG: Chapter 2“Anything yet?”
Suddenly I see it. The sleekest car, streaking across the highway. I scan it as it goes by.
“Got it. Let’s go.”
Nightbeat jumps off my shoulder as I transform.
“Nice. Sleek. I like it.”
“Thanks. Now, both of you, come on. Let’s get back to base.”
Blurr is working on one of the computers when we come in.
“Anything from Cybertron?” He glances over as I step next to him at the screen.
“After contacting Autobot headquarters I received coordinates for a possible Decepticon base near the Earth which may or may not be housing Decepticons at this time. I also received an exact time for Jazz’s arrival on Earth, set for three days from now.”
“Excellent, he’s getting here early.” Blurr nods, still typing.
“Guys, I’m picking up weird interference from the air…” We both turn to her.
“Is it-“ Both