TFA: Remix Chapter 2

"Dude, one time I mistakened  Remix for Takedown!" We hear our narrator once more. "At the end... I found a way to make them not so identical."



Two days had passed since Jazz met Remix. The ninja-trainee is walking down the hallway with a new friend of his. He seems enlightened to meet a friend who he can chat with about life and the recent moves their master has taught them. Yoketron reassigned the entire group to another ninja Master, who prefered being calling Master instead of his true name. Secretly, they dubbed him "Volcano-Minor" Because of his firey personality.

  "So Volcano-Minor tells us to put the fire out," Jazz recalls to his shorter friend. "And then Takedown's gets a bottle of detargent."

 "What's detargent useful in making fire go out?" The buddy asks, sounding confused.

  Jazz laughs.

"That's what Minor said!" He told the Ninja-bot, making a hand gesture.

Takedown, a femme with a dress-armor longer than Remix, and armor being pink/purple stood in the theme color Her skin is gray as metal parts ripped out from a mechanical machine. Mostly filthy looking, despite her armor being shiny. She has a helmet shaped similar to Remix. Her visor is almost the same, except for  a cape of the sorts attached to her shoulders. Her lips are a fire red color. No, it's actually pink. However it is not hard to...well see she has a resebmlance to Remix.

 "Uh...Remix?"  Jazz asks, tilting his helmet.

"She's your femme?" The mech also tilted his helmet.

 Takedown laughs.

 It seems so easy to fool an Autobot.  Wayy too easy.   She isn't even doing this onteintally.

"Who are you exactly?" Takedown asks, her dress armor is more to the right shifting to her hip and thighs. She hadn't  met Jazz at all until this solar cycle. She taps her normal lengthed digitals on her hips that should have her wheels but did it not unlike common models for Elita-1,Arcee, and Chromia.

"...Jazz." Young Jazz replied. "if you are not Remix...then who are..."

 His friend facepalms himself.

"She's Takedown!" The shorter Autobot proclaimed. "She was transfered here with several other femme's dacacyles ago."

  Takedown laughs.

"Glad you pay attention, Durth Beh." She makes the shorter Autobot's name sound slurish and unprounceable.

Jazz holds his Friend back who seems right at  his breaking point.

"It's SwitchBlade!" His friend claims, his armor shook from fury.

 Takedown's personality seems to be geninuely evil, and daunting femme who knew how to push buttons to her advantage. She is related to the most mean, baddest, and superior Cybertronian feared by onlined protoforms and ate them for breakfeast. Not-one knew about her relation.Her model is something is shared by a few other femme's around her and another named Skydive who has a metal skirt not a dress.

  "Potato patatoe." She makes a hand gesture.



"...So that's what Takedown was like before...the Stockades?" Prowl's confused voice is heard.

"Yes, dude." Jazz's voice replied to him. "As I was saying...Later, we came to a situation you would not have want to been in for starters."

Prowl's laughter is heard, "You wrote her name on her armor but the last part go written downwards at a 90 degrees angle!" His voice is clearly indicating something else lead to the end result of Remix's choppily written name on her armor.

There's a pause in the conversation.

"I haven't gotten to that part yet," Jazz  tells him.



   "Hey Takedown!" Jazz greeted Remix, as she came into the room.

  Remix slips on a  pool of energon caught off guard.

   "Ow..." She held up a digit. "Not that hurt!"

    The mechs, who are in the room, were laughing at her. Jazz has to admit. She reminds him of Takedown strongly. There is another way to clear up this confusion between the girls who have a outdated model that recently had been dropped from the protoforming process shortly after a Cybertronian had been onlined. Then Takedown really comes into the room letting her digitals retract and detract into long blades.

    "Hi Remix."

   Remix looks at Jazz, as if he had caught her by surprise.

 "Jazz..I'm Remix." She gazes at the mech disbeief.

The mechs coughed.

"Jazz, why don't you make them not so identicle?"  A mech, named SirHigh, asks him. "It's pretty obivous, sir."

 Jazz grabs a steaming hot iron sharp object.

"Remix, I just met you, so please stand still!"

Remix and Takedown are startled by this unusual statement long enough for Jazz to write her name in cybertronian on her chest plating. However,the femme who cannot stand-and-is-clumsy- begins losing her balance almost thirty seconds into the point where her name is being written. The Autobot  makes a sharp turn writing her name as  "Remi-xxxxx"

We hear Sari's laughter.

"No wonder  your name is spelled strangely on samuri armor!" Sari said, having a eureka moment.