Title - PR-0W-1 (1/6)

Author - AotA

Rating – K+

Characters – Metronome (OC), Jazz (mentioned), Ricochet, Bivouac (OC)

Warnings – child endangerment, death

Setting – pre-war movie verse, weapons development base

Summary – A careless mistake leads to a youngling nearly being killed in a weapon test simulation gone wrong. The weapon, PR-0W-1, decides the youngling's fate.

Notes – Metronome and Ricochet are Jazz's creators. Ricochet is part of base security, Metronome is part of the development team. This isn't important but: PR= Prototype Response [Unit], W=Watchman [Series]. Each part is extremely short, with the longest under 600 words. This has not seen the hands of a beta so if you see an error feel free to point it out to me. This is rather OC heavy for one of my fics.

Disclaimer – I do not own Transformers.

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Metronome was panicking. He really didn't want to, but he just couldn't help it.

Jazz was missing.

He hardly noticed when he nearly knocked Ricochet over until he grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to a stop.

"Metro—Metronome! Calm down!" Ricochet wasn't letting go. He had to go. Jazz was missing. Didn't Ricochet realize that? "What's wrong 'Nome?"

What is wrong? What is wrong? Metronome could feel the time ticking away. Jazz, Jazz, Jazz. He had to find him. Oh Primus! "Have you seen Jazz?" Metronome could feel his spark pulsing frantically in its chamber. If he hadn't been so frantic he might have even worried that he would have an arc out it was acting so wildly.

"Seen Ja—? What? No. I haven't seen Jazz… Wasn't he with you?" Ricochet began to tense.

"He's gone!" Metronome wailed and jerked away, ready to dash away again, but Ricochet tackled him so that he couldn't. Jazz!

"Calm down!" Ricochet said in his Commander Voice, "We'll tell Security—"

"No!" Metronome began his struggles anew, "He's gone! He's gone!"

"Slaggit!" Ricochet snarled, wrestling with Metronome as he opened a comm channel to Security, "Has anyone seen a youngling wandering around alone down here? Silver, rather small, wearing a visor. Name's Jazz."

There was no response.

"Security: Respond!"

When Security finally responded, Bivouac's voice was hollow, "We see him. Get up here, now. You can't be down there right now!"

There was a wail of sirens and flash of lights. A synthesized voice began speaking over the hallway communication unit, "Warning. Warning. Simulation: Begin. Simulation layout: Confirmed. All personnel: Clear. Lockdown: Commencing, completion in T-minus 1 Br."

Ricochet swore and hauled Metronome upright. He dragged him toward the door that he should have left from nearly a breem ago. They made it out just at the door began closing.

"Lockdown: Complete. Simulation: Start."

Metronome screamed.

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