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Jazz was right about one thing, the storm had hit fast, fast and hard. He was usually inside when a storm like this hit, or, on the more daring days, out in the forest or the fields and trying his luck and skill against the snow build up.
He had never experiences a storm in the mountains though, and he was quickly starting to see a dramatic difference in the natural event’s fearsome attitudes.
It was Jazz’s misfortune… that he would find himself, trapped in the middle of the raging ice and wind.
Due to having to cut down on his energon portions, his abilities were not up to par as they usually were.
Had he been in a more fit condition, he would have managed to escape from the storm with ease, something like this was not a problem for Jazz of course. But due to having to cut down on his energon portions, his abilities were not up to par as they usually were.
He made sure to keep his energy levels as a healthy performance, he was not going to get sick, or lose function from the amount he was intaking. But apparently… it had more of an effect on his performance then he had expected. He realized that a little too late as the storm started to really bear down on him.
He didn’t slow however, pushing forward, keeping his visor setting to high as he pounced from bolder to bolder, making his way down as quickly as he could.
“YOW!” he barked in surprise when one of the large rocks below his claw suddenly collapsed under the pressure.
Everything around his visor blurred as the snow flared furiously around his staggering form, a lour roar from the slide of rock falling below him.
“Hn!” he grunted, gathering his balance, and skillfully jumping out of the chaos before he fell with the avalanche.
Beak parting slightly as he looked down at the fallen rocks, searching for a new route to continue down when the ground under his feet suddenly crumbled again.
Jazz squawked in alarm attempting to pounce away again. But his systems suddenly screamed with warming as he felt a great pressure crush into his lower spinal support.

Jazz tumbled down the mountain under a pile of rocks, and when he finally came to rest, his visor was shattered, and his body covered in dents and cracks. The white Mech laying still in the howling wind, offline, half buried in rock and snow.

The pointed horns of his dark helmet, and his curled claws were the only thing that managed to avoid being completely covered in the snow by the time morning came. Though his systems were still running softly, slowly melting the ice as it worked, he remained offline.

The Tiny white Femme was very cold, huddled underneath the many blankets and fabric with her siblings, balled up very close to them for warmth. Normally she would be out playing with them, or crying for Matre at the sealed entrance of the cave when he left to go hunting, but the storm last night had been very scary, and very cold, and it had been very difficult to sleep. Exhausted and uncomfortable, the femme tried to get as much sleep as she could. Not wanting to leave the comfort of the nest.
She did stir however when she heard the familiar noises of their Matre returning home, Peeping in a whine to announce to Starscream her discomfort and distress. But not daring to come out of the blankets.

Jazz frame creaked a little, the metal making small popping noises as the heat and the cold mixed together, his systems working harder than they should have, trying to compensate for the chill, but he was in no immediate danger, the worse that had happened to him was his back hit, crushed slightly from the bolder. but his systems were paying close attention to that, it would take longer then it normally would have, due to the cold and the lack of energon needed for those kinds of functions.
his head lolled over one of Starscream's shoulders, his visible optics unlit, no movement in his slack features.

Shifting under the nest of cloth, the little femme continued to peep for her Matre, upset that some of her siblings were leaving the warmth of the nest.
Her cries were drown out by a very loud roar, normally a sparkling so little would be frightened, but she knew exactly what this meant; things would be warm now. Deciding that it was, going to be okay to come out she squirmed forward, peeking out from the covered, only to see something very different.
Someone else was in the cave with them.
Unsure, she stayed where she was, starting up her uneasy chirping again.

Jazz lay still as the heat washed over him, his frame creaking and popping from the increasing change of temperature.
His systems took well to it however, a soft hum starting up from his body, his circuits starting to respond allot better as the condition around him grew quite favorable.
Trying to reboot, Jazz twitched softly as short electrical currents jolted sections of his body, running several diagnostics on his reaction and responses.
After quite some time of this his optics began to flicker sporadically, a heavy groan emitting from his functions. As they uneasily started to come back online. With another twitch of energy his radio suddenly kicked on and began to play very loudly

Jazz didn’t react to the kick at first. Lying there music booming for a moment before his systems started to finally power him on.
Optics steadying once they plipped on, his head jerking up off the ground once he fully remember the event his sensors had last recorded, though as he surveyed his surrounding… they were nothing like h would expect them to be, and even more surprising… Starscream was standing in front of him, glaring at him.
“… uh”
looks around again, and doesn’t take long to figure out where he was… in Starscream’s cave, if the trembling bundle of clothing and blankets in the nest was no a dead giveaway.
remaining cool, he looked back over at Starscream, realizing his music was on, he quickly lowered it
“… how did I get here- AH”
he tried to move, big mistake, a jolt of pain sparked from how lower hip structure, flattening the mech once again.

Jazz blinked at Starscream in bewilderment, then down at the cube as it was brought over to him. Obviously it was one of the cubes that Jazz had brought for Starscream’s consumption.
At first he felt bad for taking it back for himself, but once he thought about it, the better shape he was in the quicker he would repair, and the sooner Jazz could get out of Starscream’s way.
Though he was still shocked the seeker had actually found, and taken him in from the cold.
“Thanks Bro “ he said looking up from the cube., and into the seeker face, the gleam of his red optics standing out drastically in comparison to the darkness of the other mech’s face.
“Yeah I did take a tumble… Haa, glad ya didn’t see it though, talk about embarrassin’” he said with an awkward grin.
“I don’t exactly make a habit a’ that” he continued, curling his talons around the cube, and moving it over to him so he could consume the energy into his weakened system
his exposed optics shifted over to the nest where he heard the noises from Starscream’s Sparkling, blinking with a small grin when a couple of tiny beaks peeked out from under the covers

A Third head joined her brother's, light, soft locks of untamed golden hair falling into her eyes, though she didn't seem to pay mind to that, her attention on the strange mech that was crumbled on the far end of there cave home.
Peeping curiously, and trying to wriggle her way out of the tangle of blankets she was in.

“yeah, thankfully,”
Jazz couldn't stop a smile form spreading over his beak when he saw the tiny mechling head follow the curious beaks, still amazed with how closely they had taken on organic like features.
Though with the sight of one that he did not recognize... and who didn't have any of Starscream's or Twincast's features.
It was hard to do a detailed scan without his visor, but from what the readings his optics were giving him, it would appear that this young sparkling was in fact... pure organic
“... who's that?” Jazz asked curiously, looking over to Starscream after scanning the organic pup

Jazz's optics flickered when he heard that, looking back over to Starscream.
To be honest, Starscream didn’t seem the type to really do something like that, especially for an organic. Though the more Jazz though about it, there was a lot about Starscream Jazz was learning that he didn’t know before. Starscream working himself so hard just to keep the sparkling alive, Sparkling that were probably a constant bad memory to him.
“I see, yeah, little ones need to be taken care of” he said, looking back over to the little ones.
the golden haired female squirming herself up, stumbling her way over to Starscream’s to drape against his talons, not once taking her optics off of Jazz.