Jazzprowl vs JazzWave: FIGHT

Note: He's not technically a "cassette" as in his alt mode, but I will just be using Cassette/Carrier as terms in general as I do not know better ones.

Continuity: Technically soup, but very IDW heavy. Story Concept: Prowl was created to hold the TacNet and it didn't seem to make much sense to waste a *whole average frame* on that, especially since they wouldn't be really sending him out by himself into the field. So instead of his alt mode being a police car he turns into one of those laptops that go inside them. Instead of having a carrier constructed, because again we are trying to save metal, we have Barricade reformatted to hold a "cassette". These two do not really get along lmao and Prowl takes every option to be apart. Prowl at this point is working more for Sentinel, and to give both a nod to [Deets Sentinel Situation] / [Sentinel's weird allowance of Prowl's situation] as well as to give him the teeniest depth, it's Sentinel who facilitates Prowl's introduction to Mesothulas, who ends up making him his armor/bigger body. Mesothulas' work is as always, absolutely incredible, and Prowl is able to fool everyone about his state. The Reason Prowl does this is because of the issues with Cassettes not really being seen as their own mechs as much as extensions of their Carrier, which is Especially bad, given Barricade has, at this point, become a Decepticon. War continues and now Prowl is the Tactical lead of Autobot High Command. Both mechs who knew his secret are now dead (assumed at least <3) and he intends on keeping this secret until his armor takes enough damage/damage in a specific place that his secret is revealed. There are different ways it can go from here, but I think it's easier to note character relations in this au instead of list all the possible paths/go too deep into the source material for the concept: Character Relations: Barricade: Complicated both ways. They do not like each other, most likely due to stark character differences. Barricade also is jealous of Prowl's "importance" and uses his larger size to essentially try and bully him. He doesn't realize Autobot Prowl is "HIS" Prowl and has had his own weird grief at losing him. Prowl thinks he's a slack off loser and worse someone with not sense of justice past what suites his own fancy. His opinion does NOT improve when Barricade becomes a Decepticon. Soundwave: Prowl is VERY worried about being nabbed and reformatted by Soundwave into one of his own Cassettes. It makes him "overly wary" around the possiblity of Soundwave Telepathy Outlier Ability would make interactions difficult. [Both for Prowl's tactican role and his Cassette Situation.] Soundwave doesn't have much thoughts of him at all past his plans/tactical skills. NOTE: Soundwave and Barricade do NOT get along in this lmao. Soundwave thinks he's a shit Carrier and ergo not really trustworthy and Barricade thinks he's a fucking stuck up. Rewind: Rewind doesn't understand what Prowl's fucking deal is and dislikes him on that note/how he treats people he cares about. Prowl is not a Fan. The only thing they agree on is that Soundwave's cassettes are the fucking WORST. Chromedome: So this is really funny. They were together/had history when Prowl was known as a Cassette. (He is NOT a Cassette Chaser it was complete coincidence Rewind is a Carrier.) However he has no idea Prowl = Prowl and Prowl isn't going to tell him that, but now he can't work off of their past history to convince Chromedome to help him. [Prowl's thoughts to him and vice versa are ALSO very complicated, but CD isn't aware of the situation <3 He never needles Prowl either, which would have revealed the truth of who Prowl was / was to him.] Blaster: Prowl is prickly around him due to his experience as both Barricade's Cassette and as a "lone Cassette". [Based off of assumptions made on Cassettes in this AU.] Blaster has no idea why Prowl is like that with him and just tries to ignore it, but is kind of annoyed. He didn't do anything to him, what gives?

Design Concept: He has a vague similarity to "regular" Praxians as he was still made in Petrex (I HC/play it as Petrex is a place in Praxus ["Country"] with Praxus [City] inside to better blend continuities.) However I wanted this body to be really simple in design and coloration to distinct it from his "Regular" Design and show. 1. How little his frame really mattered to the people who constructed it given its just to hold the TacNet. 2. Showing Prowl's own preferences of style <3 Fun Facts/Other Details: I chose Barricade Based off of the fact that Barricade in the Michael Bay Transformers Movie works with Frenzy instead of Soundwave/had replaced Soundwave's plot moments in the movie. This concept was actually based off of an private RP I made with a friend! In that RP we had Scavenger Find Cassette Prowl and be so Excited to show off the weirdo find he had made to his Gestalt, while accidentally making it seem like he had eaten Prowl. (Ergo giving plenty of silly times with the Constructicons lmaoo -> this is part of my agenda to make Constructiprowl where Prowl is not part of the Gestalt.) [Rough Design and Concept Below]

So I've been thinking.. Cave-in either early IDW where Scrapper still lives or G1 with cute little police bot Prowl. Not sure where–maybe cybertron or some random planet the Autobots and 'cons are fighting on.

Premise is, the constructicons were mining or something down underground and Prowl, Streetwise and whoever were sent to investigate what the ever loving hell the 'cons were doing digging that deep.

Cut forward there's a cave in after a few solar-cycles of ground tremors and shakes, after a few joors turns out Bonecrusher put his detonations down without calculating proper geographical components and the place goes down. Just so happens at the same time Prowl was in the deeper section where they were all congested and was now trapped with the huffy gestalt because of course one of the times 'Crusher blows himself a grave it's dragging all the gestalt under.

Transmissions couldn't get through due to the absolute ground mass, so Prowl was stuck and the gestalt was too busy digging themselves out of the mess they were dragged into and by time they all got their bearings in the tight section. They were barely low on energon but thankfully they were mining for energon, as little as there was.. Mixmaster would be able to stabilize the raw material to consume.

But Prowl had already seized their energon supply with the time he'd had to get his own bearings from having to drag himself out of a pile of rubble. Paint scratched and not looking his best, wing polish scratched down into the sensitive now bare metal of his doorwings that were quivering and needed a new coat soon before his overstimulated, achy frame got worse.

Already huffy when the constructicons came stumbling for their energon that–somehow–survived the demolitists' playtime. Holding his blaster up to the 6 heavy framed gestalt who were equally as beat from cycles of dragging eachother around under tons of rubble. Bonecrusher who took the hit the worse.

They didn't care about the investigative questions spewing from the weakened cop, barely stable himself as his pathetic show of using the energon against the 'cons was found amusing.

After all they were devestator, why should they be scared of some praxian who looked a whole lot worse than them? Whose wings were cut and sensitive to the slightest draft and leaking energon behind from where he had trailed from.

Their main priority wasn't the cop but energon, pushing past and eating down the last of their rations (the only stable energon as Mix couldn't mix until they rested)

Scrapper questioned the dazed cop who was on his aft in the same spot, the most inquisitive of the bunch wondering how the little frame survived.

Prowl was of course pressed that they hadn't even been a tad threatened, did he really look that bad? Sat off to the side, once realizing the dirty gestalt were more focused on downing energon and fixing their own wounds for now. Prowl found himself looking over his own damage in depth, completely seeing how much more of a wreck he was. And how cold he felt now that the adrenaline died down.

Only brought back to a hazy moment when he realized they were looking at him and Scrapper and Hook were speaking to the dizzy cop. The sheer ache in his doorwings hurt so bad he couldn't even feel it, distracting him from the potential danger of 6 'con frames of destruction lazing about.

Pulled out of his processor when a grounding servo prodded a dent in his arm, pulling away from the foreign touch. The medic, simply trying to check the damages when Prowl pulled back as best he could from their stares. Visors all on him.

Scrapper didn't seemed to notice though, kneeling infront of Prowl to get some information from him as Hook was almost force feeding the little amount of energon left over into his intake, grumbling about the mess of energon and how filthy every mech was.

After a few joors of half assed answers and being prodded by a crazy 'con medic that was definitely touching everything that hurt purposely, Scrapper having to drag the conversation back to how they just need to relax and they'll all make it out.. but why did they care about Prowl? Why were they helping him, if not for some gain? To keep as a prisoner of war? He'll have to bolt the second they get out.

After some time Prowl was being cleaned up by the grumbling medic whenever he'd need to restart a repair, Mixmaster and Scavenger who were sorting out their raw energon that they'd mined, along with Longhaul who was groveling about getting out of this pit. Bonecrusher was forced in recharge, having taken the worst of it all. Already patched up by Hook.

It was obvious there was another conversation going on, it was loud with how they hummed and verbally responded as they spoke through their gestalt bond.

When Hook got to Prowl's doorwings he'd seemed to pause, testing the raw metal that got him a scowl and doorwings quivering. The touch would've felt good if his wings weren't already cut through and bloody.

Scrapper helped Prowl for some reason.. Leaning the cop against his heavy chassis as Hook insisted albit harshly that Prowls doorwings needed to be patched up or risk infection or a medical procedure he didn't have the tools to do. So, forced to indluge the medic Prowl found his faceplate against the cold dirty metal of Scrapper, Hook on his backside organizing the little amount of equipment he'd had.

It hurt, the pain was excruciating to have his wings touched with no sort of covering or relaxant. Only straight onto the barest they could be, he didn't know when coolant spilled down his optics onto Scrappers chassis. All he could think about was escaping the pain, digits indenting into Scrappers hip.

Hook only paused when he'd finished wrapping a wound or Scrapper when had to shift the silent panting praxian. It had gone on for what felt like cycles, doorwings fluttering and quivering in thick servos. Occasionally soothing up and down his backstrut because they must've known Barricade was from Praxus aswell, probably had struggled with his own fair share of wounds with Hook who seemed experienced in the more sensitive spots.

After one wing was finished he was given a break, coolant still oozing against Scrapper. Laid almost limp across the larger mech who was speaking with Mix, Scrapper and Longhaul who came along to watch. It's not like they had anything better to do, and watching an autobot stifling sobs in the arms of one of their own? It was amusing to say the least.

After an entire solar-cycle of being tossed in and out of consciousness, numb pain and the excruciating frustration whenever Hook had gone to redo a spot because it wasn't perfect enough.

By the end of it Mixmaster had gotten enough energon processed to feed the half dead cop, oral lubricants and energon leaking from Prowl's intake from the attempted feeding. They had all gotten their own mounts of fuel in no time. Doorwings patched up but still need time to heal through. Leaving Prowl unable to transform until he was better, trapped in a hole with maniacs.. Great.

After passing out in a puddle of his own tears, thankfully they just left him off to recharge.. against Scrapper.. because of course, he couldn't exactly sleep on his backside without irritating freshly cleaned wounds, very very sensitive wounds.