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[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚝𝚘: 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚠]

I hear you, old mech, barely. You're breakin' up somethin' terrible. But I got your location nav map. I'm headin' out your way now.

- encounter with Cosmic Rust - PPE, transport equipment, medicine, tools*

*Subspace much fuller now, Jazz rushed out of the base at top speed, hurrying toward Ratchet and Arcee's location.*

Say again, old mech? You're breaking up real bad over here. Did you say Red Rust..? ... Ratchet??

*Jazz curses as the line cuts out, but quickly downloads the location navigation sent. Standing up, he moves quickly to the medbay lab and grabs several things he wishes he'd had on the first -

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 (𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣) 𝚝𝚘: 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚝 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚠]

Jazz here. Be cool, old mech, I just got back from the clean-up site. No one else is on board right now. What's goin' on now??

- base, transforms, and heads back towards the warehouse district*

*Jazz nodded in agreement with Bulkhead. He wasn't smiling, but he didn't look angry, either*

Get some rest, Bee. You'll be alright. Imma go check on the warehouse, make sure it's contained and the virus is dealt with.

*With a nod to both of them, he leaves the medbay. Silently, he leaves the -

- life, and didn't want anythin' in return. And if this Pharma's as bad as UM is makin' him out to be, he had to pay for it with more than Shanix.

I ain't sayin' it's right. I'm just sayin' maybe it ain't as bad as all that shoutin's worth.

*Jazz frowns, crossing his arms over his chest*

Be cool, old mech. Kid's still all torn up. Doesn't need to be dressed down like that right now.

*He looks down at Bumblebee, visor shining seriously*

Besides. It looks like he picked a good one, if such a thing exists. This Blitzwing saved his -

Looks interestin'. I'll have a watch next time I get a day off. Thanks for the suggestion. 😎

I really got no idea if Pharma was tellin' truth or not, OP... All I know is that Blitzwing looked real messed up in the head. More than usual, I mean. Said he 'made a deal' with Pharma to get the antidote. Gave it over with no conditions. Said all he wanted was to make sure Bee was okay.

He was at the warehouse with me when Blitzwing dropped in. I rushed to get it here as quick as possible. He was still standin' off with the Cons... but considerin' neither of 'em seemed itchin' to throw down, I'm hopin' he's busy with cleanup efforts. That warehouse building is bein' torn through.

- was the antidote for... whatever this is... One dose now, one in five hours.

*He looks at Bee, then at Optimus*

... -What- is happening, OP? Why are Decepticons attacking, and then giving out cures for their horror shows?

*With the peeling of wheels, Jazz pulls up to the base, transforms, and hurries inside. He heads straight for the medical bay, coolant on his brow from burning so much fuel to get here so fast. Slightly panting through his vents, he holds out the vial to Ratchet*

Blitzwing gave me this... said it-

Very cool! You make me look good!

- cannons of yours and burn that warehouse down. Before anyone else catches whatever this is.

*Stepping backwards again, he doesnt wait for permission to go. He transforms, and speeds off at top speed back toward the Autobot base*

*Jazz hesitated for a long moment, then steps carefully forward, looking for any sign of decepticon. Reaching out, he takes the vial and steps back*

I'll be sure he gets it...

*He glances back at Ultra Magnus, then at Blitzwing again*

If you wanna do somethin' better for all of us, use them -

*Jazz kept his optics on Blitzwing, narrowing them behind his visor*

How did you get the cure, Decepticon? And more to the point... if you do have it, what do you want for it?

*He glanced once at Ultra Magnus, but said nothing. The Magnus was well known to not negotiate with Cons...*

*Jazz whirled around sharply to Blitzwing, bringing up his weapon sharply against. He visibly stiffened but didn't attack. They didn't have time for posturing and preening.*

This is a contaminated zone, Decepticon. Containment is more important than a fight. You - both of you - get while you can.

*Jazz gives a sharp nod, withdrawing an empty glass vial from his subspace.*

Lemme get a collection. I already called Fanzone, head of law human enforcement, and told him to set up a perimeter around the area. Once I'm done, on your approval, Magnus, I say we burn the whole thing down.

Look, man, this ain't my idea of a good time, either, and I dunno what a 'birthday' is, but I'm sorry to interrupt it. But if you don't get people outta here quick, there's gonna be a lot worse to content with than a ruined day. We're talkin' the destruction of -everything- metal in the city.

- the local. We need at least a hundred meter radius around it cleared out, bare minimum. No cars or anythin' metal around the warehouse, either. I think you'll see when you get here why.

[𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝟷𝟸.𝚗𝚊𝚟]

@captain-c-fanzone.bsky.social

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚝𝚘; 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎]

Capn' Fanzone. This is Jazz of the Elite Guard, one of Ultra Magnus' escorts. There's been an incident in the warehouse district. Looks like the Con's set of somethin' nasty, and we need help setting up a parameter before it spreads. Here's -

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚝𝚘; 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚂]

Will do, boss. I'll contact -Fanzone- and ask for his assist.

- area as best we can. I brought PPE from the Steelhaven, but it looks like we might be runnin' into Cons snoopin' around. Probably checkin' out to make sure their little trap got triggered.

[𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖: 𝙹𝚊𝚣𝚣 𝚝𝚘; 𝚂𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 # 𝚝𝚊𝚐(𝚜): 𝙱𝚒𝚐 𝚂]

Contamination confirmed, and it's worse than I thought. This strain doesn't respond to the antidote. Bumblebee ain't doin' too well, boss... You might wanna go to the Earth base, see what you can do.

UM and I are going to seal off the contaminant -

- we can handle. Containment protocols call for a wide parameter, personal protection equipment, and flamethrowers. Sounds a bit extreme, but we gotta burn this thing down to the core. Soon as we get a sample, the rest goes up in smoke.

*Jazz gave a low vent of relief, and lowered his nunchaku to his sides*

That's somethin' to address -after- we deal with this.

*He gestures to the slowly dissolving warehouse, grimacing at the idea of what it was doing to Bumblebee*

We can't do anythin' for Bumblebee right now. But this, this -

*Jazz moved quickly forward after his Magnus, nunchaku still held tight and aloft*

He's right, Boss. We gotta be real careful. This ain't no common cosmic rust. We ain't got time to fight. If this thing spreads, it'll take all of us out. We gotta contain it, here and now.

*Jazz's derma tighten, suggesting a glower behind his visor*

I'm not at liberty to discuss the welfare of a teammate with an enemy. Sure you understand. Now. I've got actual work to do, if you're just here to stand around and watch the building rot.

*Jazz doesn't ease up from his stance, remaining tense and alert*

It ain't cosmic rust. At least not the kind we've seen before. We already administered the standard antidote, by the bot who created it himself. No effect. None. This place needs to be on 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 before even a spore spreads.