Jazz:

*Currently racing out to the North, heedless of speed-limits -  who needs to bother with them, when you can both block at the radars AND dodge the human law enforcers with ease?  Besides, one of their own,

Jazz:

albeit earth-sparked, was hurt and in need of assistance.  And Jazz aimed to deliver.  That was why he had the /medic/ with him, chilling out on his upholstery*

Glit:

*is indeed chilling out in Jazz's backseat, resting his chin on the headrest in front of him and watching the scenery go by* What was his frequency? I want to comm him and see how damaged he is.

Jazz:

Hmm?  I dunno, man.  His signal was kinda patchy, but since we're gettin' closer, ya can give it a shot.  *transmits comm frequency*

Glit:

That could be either damage to his comms or just not knowing how to use them; only one way to find out.

Glit:

::This is Decepticon medic Glit, responding to your distress call. We're on our way to your location, and I would like to know how damaged you are, if you can give me an estimate.::

Jazz:

Yeah, that's likely as well.  Kid seemed confused as a jumbled pile o' slag.

Landmine:

*static - then* ::....?::  *just a kind of curious sound, not exactly startled*  ::....Yes?::

Glit:

::How hurt do you think you are?:: *patiently*

Landmine:

::...5.::

Glit:

::On a scale of what number to what number?::

Landmine:

::...10.  1 to.::

Glit:

::All right; good enough. Can you tell me what's damaged?::

Jazz:

*Picks up at least half of the conversation is suitably confused by it*  Five?  What's he mean by that?

Glit:

It's a scale - he thinks he's about half as damaged as he could be. At least he's responding, and he seems to be coherent.

Landmine:

::...Arm nonfunctioning.  Otherwise...::

Jazz:

Yeah, that's good...  *speeds up a bit faster, anyway, engine revving loudly*

Glit:

::You're going to be just fine. I'm hitching a ride with a rather fast Autobot; we'll be there shortly.::

Landmine:

::...Yes.  Okay.::

Jazz:

*Continues speeding along, eventually forced off the well-paved roads onto dusty, really used ones, heading into woodland.  Eventually, they pass a /crater/ in the ground - all that remains of one of the old S7 bases,

Jazz:

bombed to oblivion by the mechs themselves.  The signal, however, originates past there, somewhat deep in the forest nearby - and the trails only last so long.  Jazz pulls to a stop after a rough and bumpy ride,

Jazz:

his alt mode not made for off-roading*  Time to hoof it, hip-cat. Or 'paw it' in your case, I guess.  *pops the door open, scanning for life signs*

Glit:

*squirms out, careful not to leave so much of a scratch on the upholstery, and raises his head, sucking in a deep sample of scent molecules*

Glit:

*turns his head and repeats the maneuver several times, taking a few paces to triangulate* That way.

Jazz:

*transforms once Glit is clear and nods, trusting the cassette's sense of smell over cruddy signals any day*  Let the way then.

Glit:

*starts beelining, intermittently taking another scent sample just to make sure he's on the right track*

Jazz:

*follows after, pulling out his gun, just in case...*  We gettin' close, then?

Glit:

Mmhm. *paying next to no attention to Jazz at this point, feeling his way through brush now* Watch your step; I don't like the terrain.

Jazz:

Of course- *freezes suddenly* Glit.  You're right about that.  Remember what happened to this guy?  He /got damaged by a landmine/.  This whole area could be covered with 'em... *suddenly deadly serious*

Glit:

...lovely. *not pausing, or even really slowing down* See if you can't detect any; I don't read them, but I don't know what I'm looking for. ...ah, there's a good tree.

Glit:

*launches himself at it - fortunately, it's big enough that the loveseat-sized cassette doesn't knock it entirely over*

Glit:

*scrambles up, mangling it thoroughly, gathers himself, and springs to another one*

Landmine:

*is currently sitting with his back against a rather massive tree, legs flat in front of him and his uninjured arm resting in his lap*

Landmine:

*His injured arm, however, is hanging limply, most of the forearm and the elbow looking pretty torn up, leaking slowly*

Glit:

*and through the trees, there appears a leaping cassette! ...the trees, alas, are not exactly in sterling condition by the time he's done with them, but we all make these little sacrifices.*

Jazz:

*that does, of course, leave Jazz stuck on the ground.  With the /mines/.  Fortunately someone has magnet hands!  He carefully trots on forwards hands held out in front, feeling for magnetic fields...*

Jazz:

Woah!  Hello there...!  *curves around an obvious chuck of metal just below the surface and continues on, following in Glit's wake*

Landmine:

*notices something moving in the trees, but he's not exactly sure what it is beyond "animal" shaped.  Most animals in the forest run away once they see him, so he assumes it will do the same, and makes no effort to move*

Glit:

*makes no attempt to run away! in fact, approaches, leaping from tree to soon-to-be-semi-flattened tree*

Glit:

*kitty is robot kitty, apparently*

Jazz:

*makes his way through the trees, changing his path for buried mines here and there, before catching sight of.../something/ up ahead, gun armed but pointing down at his side*  ::Hello?  'S that you over there, kid?::

Landmine:

*looks away from the animal that, for all intents and purposes, is just an animal to him, and sees the robot through the trees.  His arms both twitch, but otherwise he doesn't move*  ::...Yes?::

Glit:

*braces himself on the largest branch of the tree - now listing visibly at this point in time, and prepares himself to jump over most of the clearing. Yes, there is a buttwiggle.*

Glit:

*and - springs!*

Glit:

*lands inside the previous bomb's blast radius, lightly* /Ha./ Slagging mines. I'm Glit. Hold still.

Landmine:

...*looks at Glit in confusion, but nods slowly nonetheless - not like he was moving before*

Glit:

*sets off across the blast radius towards the sparkling at a springing run, not one to waste time when there are injured around*

Jazz:

*Slides on into the clearing himself, taking in the other mech's appearance with a frown before sliding an inviting grin onto his faceplates, giving the sparkling a wave with his free hand*  Hey there, kid. 

Jazz:

Told ya I'd find ya and bring ya some help.  *points to Glit*  He's a medic, and he's gonna help fix ya up there, alright?

Landmine:

...Yes.  *nods slowly again, in acknowledgement*

Glit:

*climbs up onto the sparkling's lap with no warning or regard for personal space, stretching up to see where the primary energon flow can be clamped off at*

Jazz:

*nods at him,  pointing at himself with a claw*  I don't 'member if I mentioned this before, but I'm Jazz.  Nice t' finally meet ya in person, yeah?

Landmine:

...You did.  Yes.  *he's having trouble deciding which one to look at - the one invading his personal bubble, or the one standing in front of him and engaging him vocally, so he settles for just looking somewhere between the two*

Glit:

*personal space is for people whose medics aren't less than half their size! Glit starts working, clamping down energon flow and turning pain receptors in the area off*

Jazz:

*strides on forward with a grin* Well good then.  So.  Can ya tell me about what went down around here?  Maybe...were ya came from, or a personal designation...?

Landmine:

...The base was destroyed.  *sounds mildly off-set by that*  I came out here.  There was an explosion, and my arm wouldn't move.  Sector Seven designates my number as 52.

Glit:

What's Sector Seven? *did /not/ get that part of his briefing, and doesn't even pause in his work*

Jazz:

*grimaces at the mention of Sector Seven*  Now...Tell me...did Sector Seven know you could *waves a hand in the Sparkling's general direction*  Did they know you could talk and transform and such?

Landmine:

...I didn't mention it to them.  I just followed orders.

Jazz:

Orders?  What did they have you do, then?  Did ya just work as a car for them?

Glit:

*ignores most of the conversation, though he /does/ keep a wary eye on Jazz, of all mechs*

Landmine:

...They gave orders to others and I made sure they completed them safely.  Until the base was destroyed.  *sounding still put-off*

Glit:

*turns his head just enough to keep an eye on Jazz as he works, evaluative*

Jazz:

*Sighs and shakes his head*  It's probably a good thing then, that they didn't know, kid.  If they knew ya where more then just a car, they probably would'a treated ya differently then they did.  /A lot/ differently.

Jazz:

I don't know what ya saw while ya where there, but the Sector Seven guys weren't exactly /fond/ of our kind.  They didn't like 'giant freakin' robots'.  *wry smirk*

Landmine:

*looks at Jazz for a long moment, then says slowly* They didn't like... many things.

Glit:

*stretches up a little more, to reach the shoulder joint better, half-climbing up the sparkling's side to do it. It's not /that/ subtle a protective maneuver, though whether it's Jazz or the sparkling being protected is unclear.*

Jazz:

*looks softens a bit*  'M sure they didn't, kid.  *arches an optic ridge at Glit, but doesn't say anything*

Landmine:

*looks at Glit, not really seeing the "protective" behavior behind his movements*  ...And now?

Jazz:

Now..?  Now we get ya fixed up and take ya back with us, if ya want.  Ya wanna meet other like us - like you?  You're just a sparkling, kid.  Ya probably don't even know half of the things your capable of yet. *grins*

Jazz:

How's the damage lookin', Glit?

Glit:

It's not that bad; mostly glancing damage. Give me a few more kliks to weld armor plates and it'll all be done. *relaxes as the situation is dealt with, ears swiveling*

Jazz:

*nods*  O' course.  'S good news.  *smiles encouragingly at the sparkling, more comfortable with the situation now that he knows more*

Landmine:

*is no more comfortable than he was after he landed on the mine, tilting his head back to look at the top of the trees for a little while - then...* ...I like having hands.  When they move.

Jazz:

*laughs outright*  Yeah, they do come in handy...

Jazz:

*gives his own claws a bit of a wiggle out in front of him, grinning cheekily at the sparkling*

Glit:

I /heard/ that pun. Be warned that I'm going to smack you for it when I'm done here. *putting the finishing touches on his welding, smoothing out the solder*

Jazz:

You're welcome t' try, kitty cat. *playful smirk*

Glit:

I think you mean I'm welcome to /succeed./ *runs a paw over the sparkling's shoulder, and ends with a pat* There. You're done.

Landmine:

*looks at Glit, then nods*  Yes.  Thank you.  And...  Back where?  *and back to Jazz - his head is swiveling an awful lot, but that's to be expected*

Jazz:

Back t' /our/ base, kiddo.  Where there are a bunch of mechs and femme like you 'n me.  *jerks a thumb towards Glit with a smirk* And the feline, too. 

Jazz:

Ya don't have t' be by yourself 'nymore, if ya don't want t'.

Glit:

*jumps off the sparkling's lap, tail raised, and looks between them, expectant*

Landmine:

*stares for a little while* ...Is it far?

Jazz:

*shrugs* Not too far, really.  Not too far at all, if ya got wheels. *smiles and points with at claw at the Sparkling's tires from his alt-mode*

Glit:

First hands, now wheels... *heaves a sigh, intentionally melodramatic*

Jazz:

*rolls his optics at Glit*  So. Ya comin' with?  We're at least gonna lead ya outta this mess of landmines, alright?  ....And 'fore I forget again, do ya gotta designation, yet? 

Jazz:

Ya should pick out a name for yourself, so I don't have t' keep callin' ya 'kid' or 'sparkling'.

Landmine:

...I can come back with you?  *slow blink, and then*  ...Name...?  How do you choose a name?  *more to himself than the other mechs*

Glit:

We'd love to have you come back with us, if you like. *flips the tip of his tail* I'm not the mech to ask about names, though.

Jazz:

Like the hip cat said, 'course ya can come back with us, kid.  ...And yeah.  Glit really, /really/ ain't the one t' ask about names... *winks in Glit's direction*

Jazz:

A name...its just somethin' that ya...identify with, yeah?  Me, I'm called Jazz 'cause its a type o' music, and dance - not t' mention a style - and I love me some good music.  And I can dance like ya wouldn't believe. 

Jazz:

*strikes a bit of a pose*  And Glit...well... He can tell what his means if he wants.  *broad grin*  Ya don't have t' think up something this minute, o' course, but ya might wanna start considerin' stuff now.

Glit:

*sniffs and turns up his nose* My name is a nonsense syllable that I liked the sound of.

Landmine:

...Alright.  *nods once, shifting to push himself off the ground awkwardly.  Hey, he's got big arms, give him a break*  I would like to come with you.

Glit:

We're glad to have you. *ears pricked, cat-smiling*

Jazz:

Awesome! New mechs are always welcome, these days.  *watches the sparkling stand up, properly able to take in his whole form* Well now, lets see if we can get you outta here and back to the path, yeah? 

Jazz:

Follow behind me, and ya won't end up on any more of those slaggin' landmines.

Landmine:

*nods, unconsciously flexing his hand - that he can now feel, thanks to Glit*  I will.

Glit:

I think I've destroyed enough of the native flora for today. Lead on, Autobot Jazz. *flicks an ear*

Jazz:

Cool.  *leads the way out of the small clearing, hands out and humming with their magnetic charge, 'feeling' for the signs metal below the surface of the soil, and expertly leading the others through the mess of mines*

Jazz:

Frag, man.  Think they put enough mines down around here... *He mutters, mostly to himself*

Glit:

*follows in Jazz's wake, exactly in the middle of the larger mech's path*

Landmine:

*follows after Glit, going a bit slow because landmines hurt and he doesn't want to fall on one again, thanks*

Jazz:

*Glances back towards the sparkling and nods encouragingly*  'S alright, kid.  Just make sure ya step where we step 'n don't stray and you'll be fine. *guides the group out of the area and back to the rough path where

Jazz:

his own alt mode had to stop.  By the looks of the sparkling's tires, he'd have an easier time of off-roading it*  If ya can go ahead and transform back t' vehicle mode, we can get on our way back to the base, kid. 

Jazz:

*transforms back into his own alt-mode as example, engine revving eagerly and a door popping open for Glit*

Landmine:

*hesitates; Jazz had transformed without an issue, but he's not so sure this is going to be as smooth for him.  Still, there's only one way to find out - he triggers the subroutines he had found on accident and hopes for the best*

Landmine:

*transforms, feeling awkward and almost a little cramped after spending so long in robot form, but at least it was almost at a decent speed*

Glit:

*takes the time to watch that transformation critically before leaping into Jazz's backseat, transforming down into his rather-more-portable alt mode*

Jazz:

Not bad, kid.  Not bad at all.  Now just follow me and we'll be at the base in no time at all.  *engine revs and he takes off down the bumpy path as well as he can, already eager for actual pavement by the third large tree root*

Landmine:

*does just that, taking tree roots and potholes without any problem, only thinking partially on the terrain and who he's following - the rest of his mind is on this concept of a "name"*

Glit:

*rides in style and triumph - well, possibly in his own head at least, but he /is/ pleased about this little excursion*

Jazz:

*Finally, /blissfully/, tumbles on out to a main road, engine revving deeply with pleasure and he fights the urge to dart on ahead, content to weave from side to side a bit to knock the mud from his frame* 

Jazz:

::Alright then.  It's smooth runnin' from here on out.::  *he says happily over an open comm, before switching on over to his internal speakers, voice going from happy to down-to-business SiC in a second -

Jazz:

though it's not unkind*  So.  Glit.  Care t' tell me what that was all about back there?

Glit:

*would blink, if he weren't in cassette mode* What which was about? I'm pleased with my quality of work, and the entire thing went with less incident than I thought, to be honest.

Jazz:

I'm not talkin' about your quality of work - that was well done, Kitten, as expected - but for a while there it looked like ya expected me t' jump the kid.  Especially when Sector Seven came up.  So what gives, man?

Glit:

I wasn't sure you weren't going to for a while, since he /had/ been aligned with Sector Seven and might've been loyal to them. *cassette thinks that this explicates his logic*

Jazz:

What?  Ya thought I'd blast a /sparkling/ over somethin' like that?  *indignantly*  Shit man, the worst I woulda done it knock him out and drag him back to base, if he had ended up still bein' allied with em, or altered

by 'em somehow.  Why 'd ya think I was askin' about if those S7 goons /knew/ if he was a bot or just a vehicle to them?  If they knew what he was, they would'a /done/ somethin' to him...

Glit:

I figured /that,/ but that kind of thing's happened to me before, and I didn't know for /sure/ that you'd be reasonable about it. *sweet reason, it is Glit's*

Jazz:

*would be frowning, if he could*  Yeah, well, I wouldn't a.  And pretty much every other Autobot wouldn'ta either.  ...and 'happened before', ya say?

Glit:

Would that more of my faction were so reasonable.

Glit:

And about the 'happened before' thing - I swear to /Primus,/ I've been shot at by other Decepticons trying to get to an Autobot I was working on more often than Starscream has been slagged by Megatron.

Glit:

*mildly exasperated just at the memory, and audibly so*

Jazz:

*laughs a bit, good humor beginning to return*  Ya sure 'bout that?  'Screamer has been slagged many, many a' times by Megs, from what I hear.  But seriously, man. 

Jazz:

Someone slagged a sparkling in front o' ya like this, or an Autobot ya were tryin' t' help?

Glit:

Oh, Autobots. I don't care about factions when it comes to injured mechs; never really did. *matter of fact*

Jazz:

Well I already knew that much 'bout ya.  A lot of us managed to hear stories about the white Decepticon cassette medic that even helped 'bots on the battlefield. 

Jazz:

Though I can see why somethin' so unfortunate happened t' you and your patient, if the other 'cons weren't so happy 'bout what you where doin'...

Glit:

Oh, it wasn't /that/ frequent, statistically. Just enough to make me cautious. *sounds pleased, though, that rumors of his activities circulated among Autobots*

Jazz:

Well that's good, at least.  I'm sure the mechs ya fixed were grateful for it.  We were.  And I'm surprised the 'cons let you keep opperatin' at /all/ when ya were doin' that for our side, too, Kitten. 

Jazz:

*engine revs a bit and he turns his scanners back towards the sparkling, checking on his progress*  ::How ya doin' back there, kid?::

Landmine:

*there's a long pause, and then-*  ::...Fine.  And...::  *another pause*  ::...I think I've decided on a name?::

Glit:

::That's fast! What is it?:: *curious cat is curious!*

Jazz:

::Yeah?  Tell us kid.  What cha' come up with?::  *eagerly - Jazz is curious kinda mech, too!*

Landmine:

::...The only thing I thought of was... Landmine?  They were all around, and...  I don't know.  I think it can be a name - can it?::

Glit:

::Of course it can. If mine is, that /definitely/ can be.:: *with assurance*

Jazz:

::Well, yeah, it can be.  It's a bit of an unusual circumstance t' take your name from, but it's not /wrong/ at all.  I think it might kinda suit ya, actually.::  *cheerfully*