It's an official title with official duties

but also Prowl

Mostly because I discovered that pokemon go game and it turns out we have like 600 pikachu on base.

Ground bridge…? Prowl had no idea what it was, unless…

“You meant a space bridge, am I correct?” Doorwings flicked once and very briefly as he considered this for a moment, pale blue optics narrowing as he watched Jazz; judging from the mech’s smile, his friend’s alternate clearly thought that this situation was somewhat amusing, but unfortunately the tactician didn’t share this view. 

“He will be right to lecture you. Using Decepticon technology to transport yourself to a different place without 100% certainty where you might land is not only reckless, but plain stupid.” Prowl’s doorwings rose a tiny bit higher, subtle hints of annoyance tinting his voice. It wasn’t his Jazz, but it was still a Jazz, so for some reason he couldn’t just ignore the mech’s antics.  “You could have landed in the middle of a place that would be swarming with Decepticons! And are you certain that they did not send anyone after you?” A pause. “Perhaps it would be wise to contact your Prowl. I doubt that Shockwave will let you simply go back and forth through his bridge without any interruptions, you might need backup on your return.” 

Congratulations, Jazz. You got lucky enough to receive a lecture from your Prowl’s alternate as well. 

The Praxian vented a sigh, shuttering his optics for a second, thinking. When he looked at Jazz and spoke again, his voice was once again perfectly calm and neutral. 

“I have finished my shift and unless something unpredictable happens, I should be able to…extend my leisure time, therefore I can keep you company. However, I cannot invite you to my base, as that would be against the protocol.” 

Did other Autobots invite their friends from other universes to the Ark? Yes, probably more often than they should. Did Prowl approve of this? Not exactly, and so he wasn’t going to make himself a hypocrite and invite a complete stranger - even if this stranger was technically Jazz - to a military base in the middle of the war. Besides, that would probably unsettle Red Alert. No one needed that right now. 

Aaaand there was classic Prowl.

“Well, at least that confirms you’re definitely Prowl.” He relaxed a fraction. “But I think we got some wires crossed somewhere, mech--we don’t have a functioning space bridge at the moment. Ground bridge is sorta the same thing but not really.”

Hopefully Prowl could catch his drift without him having to spell out sensitive information in an area he wasn’t sure was actually secure. Given Prowl’s clear unfamiliarity with the term enough to think he was using Decepticon tech, he didn’t want to let slip something that could make its way back to Decepticons here and be used against these Autobots.

“Though if we had Shockwave in the middle of our base, I think they’d have bigger problems than worrying about where I ended up. But I’m definitely sure, Ratchet closed it behind me and everything. Think I heard his lecture as I was comin’ through too.”

There’d been yelling, he was sure.

Totally different, and clearly inferior. That’s fine, though; the other Jazz has as much as admitted to claiming a dollar store brand of Jazzifying, and the amusement is starting to wear thin, on his end.

The prospect of meeting another Jazz is far more intriguing, when he’s hardly even had opportunity to exchange a few words with one before this.

« I’m always busy! Let me know a time an’ I’ll see if I can clear it. »

::I’ve got a stretch of time set aside for the next three months for foreign diplomatic visits barring emergencies so if you have a couple days or so at any point in there we can coordinate schedules.::

Poking around the multiverse, comparing notes with alternate versions of himself and opening new avenues of communication with new worlds they can get resources from in case Decepticons block supply lines again was going to keep him busy for quite awhile.

“And I’m more partial to chilled, unfiltered engex.”

The faint smile turns into a disgusted sneer.

“I guess it’s only fair that I don’t bother to ask for yours, then. Go find yourself a louder partner, and I hope you enjoy your evening.”

Excuse Jazz while he pulls out his best Jazz impression: « I’m a Jazzify. »

Please, tell him more about how you never claimed to be a Jazzifier? Cheap knock off of a quality brand, is what that is.

« But hey, come on over if you know how. »

::Exactly. Jazzify. Not Jazzifier. Totally different.:: Honestly at this point he’s just keeping the faux argument going because it’s entertaining more than anything else.

Toss him some coordinates to work with and he’ll pop over, though. He needs someone to compare notes with and see if he can figure out some fun new tactics to fuck with Starscream.