Things had finally settled down at the Autobot base. There was a victory party for what the N.E.S.T alliance has called the Eggman Hive war. Autobots, Mobian, and humans of magical persuasion or not were celebrating. After it wound down and the guests left, Optimus, Topaz, and Teletraan met in Optimus\u2019s office. \u201cYou bots certainly know how to party,\u201d observed Topaz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJazz was always called The Music Meister on Cybertron,\u201d replied Optimus. \u201cFor a while, he wanted to be called Meister.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cG.U.N\u2019s had a question on that,\u201d interjected Topaz. \u201cIs \u2018Jazz\u2019 his real name?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, that\u2019s just a name he picked up since he heard Louis Armstrong and other various jazz musicians,\u201d answered Optimus. \u201cOnly his friends know his real name. Don\u2019t bother asking, we swore a vow of silence on that note.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, at least Tower won\u2019t get that info either,\u201d muttered Topaz. The mood went down as Optimus sensed the bitterness in her voice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2026Er\u2026Shadow\u2026briefed me on\u2026\u201d Optimus stopped when he heard a sniffle. He knew where it came from. Optimus sighed, then transformed. He projected his holo-form onto the desk where Topaz sat. Topaz looked up; her eyes stained with tears. She then hugged Optimus and sobbed onto his shoulder. They stayed that way for a few minutes until Teletraan received a call and curled his lips into a snarl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI know it seems too short for a full consoling session,\u201d he said to the two, \u201cbut Tower\u2019s calling.\u201d Optimus didn\u2019t want to take it, but his desire for answers was strong. He checked with Topaz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGo ahead,\u201d she replied as she wiped her eyes and adopted a cold, angry demeanor. Optimus canceled his holo-form and transformed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPut it through,\u201d directed Optimus. Silas\u2019 head then showed up on the screen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOptimus Prime,\u201d he purred. \u201cI believe you owe me for\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, YOU owe US for breaking the collective hearts of those that looked up to you, Ex-commander Tower!\u201d snarled Optimus. \u201cShadow briefed me on the whole story. So, I must ask, why?\u201d Silas said nothing, then removed his goggles, undoing the wrappings of his mask and revealing Abraham Tower\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWill that change your current opinion of me?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, it won\u2019t,\u201d replied Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThen we\u2019ll table that for now,\u201d dismissed Tower. \u201cI have only this to say, leave MECH alone. Our quarrel is with the animals, not the Autobots. Leave us alone, and I can promise you\u2019ll never hear from MECH again.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cUnless you kidnap humans that LIKE working with Mobians,\u201d hissed Topaz. Tower\u2019s face curled into a snarl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou keep serving that purple pincushion,\u201d he growled, \u201cand you\u2019re going to have a lot more to worry about than mere kidnappings!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou do realize,\u201d interjected Optimus, \u201cthat neither Topaz nor I respond well to threats. I thought you would know that by now. But, I\u2019m beginning to suspect you don\u2019t know G.U.N or the Autobots all that well.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, I know you,\u201d countered Tower. \u201cI was like you once, young Optimus. But then, I opened my eyes! Open YOUR eyes, Prime! Ask yourself, why is G.U.N so obsessed with MECH?! Topaz, we\u2019ve never harmed you! And yet, we\u2019re constantly arrested and charged with terrorism and our supporters are harassed and ridiculed! Why?! Because we\u2019ve left the Mobian illusion of Paradise and that\u2019s the one thing you can\u2019t accept! No one leaves Paradise! Everyone should WANT to be friends with Mobians! Hell, you even want the Autobots to join! You only allow them sanctuary here to help them escape the horrors of their past, so they may take their rightful place in Aleena\u2019s Court! You know, in some ways, Aleena\u2019s even worse than Eggman! At least he tells you about his plans to dominate the planet! Aleena\u2019s more insidious! She conquers people, and they don\u2019t even know it!\u201d Topaz was visibly angry but kept her voice level.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know what, Abraham Tower,\u201d she hissed, \u201cI don\u2019t give a DAMN what you think of G.U.N, MECH, or anything else. All I know is, you have betrayed the ideals you instilled into me, the trust of many a good soldier, and the United Federation. And, so help me, as the new Commander of G.U.N, if it takes me until the moment my hair is totally grey, I will see to it that you are placed before a Court Martial and place you in a cell next to Aaron Witwicky\u2019s in Deep Down Prison, where you will spend the rest of your days wondering if attacking our Mobian friends was really worth it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026I look forward to the attempts, Commander Topaz,\u201d replied Tower. He then looked off-screen and made a slicing motion across his throat. The call terminated.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe Autobots will assist you in bringing MECH down,\u201d assured Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve got enough on your plate with Shockwave and Eggman,\u201d remarked Topaz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd Tower has knowledge about us and our base,\u201d countered Optimus. \u201cMECH\u2019s as much our problem as they are yours. On another note, I don\u2019t recall the promotion ceremony having happened yet.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTower doesn\u2019t know that,\u201d replied Topaz. \u201cCould you let me down? I need to head home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d confirmed Optimus. Topaz stepped into his hand and was lowered to the floor. She then left the office. As the door shut, Teletraan came back up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI just got a report from Jazz that they had to put Trema in the detention area,\u201d he called.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTrema? What for?\u201d asked Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJazz is on the way to your office to explain that,\u201d reported Teletraan. The door then chimed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCome in,\u201d bid Optimus. Jazz then came in. \u201cAh, Jazz,\u201d greeted Optimus. \u201cMind telling me why we\u2019re holding a Nebulan here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, she\u2019s a currently DRUNK Nebulan,\u201d muttered Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Okay, what happened?\u201d asked Optimus as he braced himself for ridiculousness. So, Jazz spun his yarn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The party had just ended, and Jazz was putting away his mix-table when Prowl came up. \u201cCan I help you?\u201d asked Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI have an uncooperative Nebulan that won\u2019t come out of our holo-suite,\u201d reported Prowl. \u201cI need another Cyber-Ninja and Optimus is busy talking with the future Commander Topaz.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLead the way,\u201d directed Jazz. As they were walking, Prowl briefed them on the situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAs per protocol,\u201d he relayed, \u201clike any of the guests, I gave her 10 minutes to use it. That was at 1530 hours.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe\u2019s been in there for three hours?!\u201d yelped Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFighting the battle of Klachdachbrach, or some such thing,\u201d muttered Prowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, I remember hearing about that from Optimus during his obsessive stage with Star Trek<\/em>,\u201d sighed Jazz. \u201cThe Battle of Klach D’kel Brakt, or the Briar Patch, was a legendary Klingon victory over the Romulan Star Empire in 2271.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWell, she\u2019s been losing it for the past three hours,\u201d hissed Prowl. \u201cAND, she said she\u2019s not coming out until she wins! Banging on the door only prompts her to seal herself in. A threat to cut off the power prompts a threat to chop off my door-wings. The last threat for me, after I said I\u2019d shoot down the door, was that she\u2019d shoot me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThis IS Trema we\u2019re talking about?\u201d asked Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cJudging by the smell of alcohol coming out of there,\u201d sighed Prowl, \u201cand the fact that she responded in slurred Nebulanese leads me to believe that Trema hit the rock-rum a little too hard.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay, that answers that,\u201d replied Jazz. \u201cNow, another question, since when do we have legendary Klingon battles in our holo-suite programs?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI can answer that,\u201d called Teletraan. \u201cClaws gave me copies of her holo-suite programs as a recovery present.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cAnd there\u2019s someone with the Dyno-bots who likes to fight as a Klingon?\u201d gulped Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI know!\u201d replied Teletraan. \u201cIt\u2019s violent! Brutal!\u201d He then shuddered. \u201cBloody. But, for someone like Trema, it\u2019s entertainment.\u201d They arrived at the holo-suite to hear the sounds of battle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShut off the power,\u201d commanded Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cShe\u2019ll kill you,\u201d warned Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cNo, she\u2019ll chop off my door-wings,\u201d replied Prowl. \u201cShut off the power.\u201d After a second, the holo-suite\u2019s power was cut. A second after that, slurred Nebulanese came out of the room. Trema then pulled the doors apart and came out in traditional Nebulan battle gear. Covered head to toe in blackish-grey steel and wielding both of her Ban\u2019grazas, she unleashed Nebulan curses that made no sense. She then saw the two Praxians and roared. Let me offer a loose translation for what she said in Nebulanese.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cYou dare interrupt my entertainment! You Cybertronian Shclavek!\u201d Shclavek has no translation, but it\u2019s one of the worst insult to fling on Nebulos. She swung a drunken punch, but Jazz caught it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe battle\u2019s over,\u201d he replied in Nebulanese. \u201cPeople are waiting to celebrate your victory.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThey are?\u201d Trema asked. Jazz and Prowl nodded. A grin then appeared on her face. \u201cLead the way, then!\u201d she commanded. Prowl and Jazz told her to wait in the detention cell and sleep, so she could give a moving speech.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProwl then told Ratchet about what happened, so he headed to the detention area with Nebulan pain-killers,\u201d finished Jazz.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThank Primus,\u201d sighed Optimus. Prowl then chime in on the comms. \u201cYes?\u201d quizzed Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTrema has woken up,\u201d reported Prowl. \u201cShe wants to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOn my way,\u201d called Optimus. Optimus then left his office and made his way to the detention area. Trema was holding a glass of water in one hand and her head in the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cProwl told me about what I did in there,\u201d she moaned. \u201cMy head feels like I met the wrong end of Krunk\u2019s club.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow much rock-rum did you drink, if I may ask?\u201d quizzed Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI don\u2019t know, too much?\u201d moaned Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI found enough glass to make, on average, 11 bottles,\u201d replied Prowl. \u201cThey were in various stages of damage.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBy the Allspark! Eleven?!\u201d gasped Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cHow am I conscious?!\u201d groaned Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cI\u2019m amazed you fought and refought the Battle of Klach D’kel Brakt for three hours,\u201d remarked Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThe first bottle may have altered my vision,\u201d answered Trema, \u201cbut I think the Klingons were attacking the Romulans with metal clubs.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cThat\u2019s their sword, the Bat\u2019leth,\u201d replied Optimus. \u201cTeletraan, bring up an image of the Bat\u2019leth.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOkay,\u201d mumbled Teletraan, \u201cbut she\u2019s gonna call sacrilege on you.\u201d The Bat\u2019leth appeared on a screen as Trema was released from the cell. She got a good look at it and curled her lips into a snarl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cSacrilege doesn\u2019t BEGIN to describe what Optimus just said!\u201d she growled. \u201cThat is NOT a sword! 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