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Title: Play That Funky Music 1/?
Author: Dreamer Way
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. And I have no clue if I would continue this or not.
Summary: TFA:AU Take part during/after Human Error: Part 1: Sentinel received the news of what went down on Earth
“What happen?!”
Slamming his fist against the desk, Sentinel refused to believe the news he was getting hold of jus now. There was no way it was even possible. By the Allspark, these mechs were not like that. Optimus wasn’t like that! Glaring with untold anger towards Cliffjumper, who just stood there as calm as he could be with Jazz right next to him, the current Supreme Commander wanted to bash the little mech’s head in for acting like this.
“Cool it, SP,” said Jazz, holding up his hands before turning to the minibot, “Ya better spilt CJ. Boss bot is not in the best of moods.”
The minibot shrugged it off as he walked out of the office. Sentinel could feel steam escaping his audios at his irritation. No! He refused to believe this! He would not believe it!
“Jazz, tell me this is some joke! Tell me you’re not serious!”
The cyberninja had a sombre look on his face as he looked at the Prime. A little bit of anger flew out of him at the sight. He never saw Jazz like this before. Falling into his chair, he stared at his friend “Please....tell me it isn’t true.”
“Sentinel...”
Oh, it was bad if he actually was using his name.
Jazz walked over and sat on the edge of Sentinel’s desk, looking towards the door, “We got it straight from the little girl’s mouth. As hard it was for her to even say it, you know she wouldn’t lie about something like this.”
“But...Optimus...he would nev-“said Sentinel as Jazz turned around.
“It wasn’t his fault, Sentinel,” said Jazz, interrupting him, “This Soundwave character, he’s one tough glitching slagger. Sari and her team were lucky enough to get Ratchet back to the fold. From their report, he only figured because he was much older than the rest of the team and had more experience with such things.”
Leaning back, Jazz weakly smiled, “Ratchet and Sari’s father came up a device to fight Soundwave’s sonic waves though. The problem is it takes too long to work before Soundwave starts countering it. They think Prowl might be the next one to come back, giving us a little bit of hope tha-.”
“I don’t care about Prowl!? What about Optimus!?” blared out Sentinel before stopping at what he realized he said, “Jazz...I...”
Jazz took to waving him off, “Nah, I get it. Ya might had a grudge on him all those eons ago, but ya wised up. Optimus is yer friend as much as Prowl is mine.”
Sentinel arched an optic at that comment, “Jazz, I am not going to interface with Optimus.”
“Not yet!” laughed Jazz, which earned him getting shoved off the desk. The cyberninja recovered quickly enough as he took to standing in front of the Prime, “So, what’s do ya want to do?”
Rubbing one of his audios, Sentinel sighed, “Get a ship ready and tell Wheeljack, Perceptor and the twins they are going to Earth. The twins will give them more power than those Dino monsters they are using and Wheeljack and Perceptor should come up with something to right the reprogramming much faster.”
“Consider it done,” said the cyberninja with a salute, “Ya coming?”
Sentinel gave him a ‘Wish-I-Could’ look before motion to the amount of datapads in his IN box. Someone had to make sure the rest of the Autobot forces were being manage. He would love to try and help Optimus, but...he had other responsibilities now.
“Ok, I’ll give ya report more on the situation once we land,” said Jazz as he turned to leave the room before looking back, “Don’t worry we’ll get him back, we’ll get them all back.”
Sentinel nodded his head as he finally smiled, “I am sure of that Jazz.”
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