The battle of Mission City over the Allspark had been one of the most brutal and devastating conflicts the Autobots had ever faced. It was a struggle that claimed lives on both sides, with the streets left strewn with metal and human remains alike. The Decepticons were defeated, but not without heavy costs; both Megatron, their ruthless leader, and Jazz, the Autobot first lieutenant and a beacon of courage, fell in the chaos. Jazz had been a spirited warrior, his small frame often defying the odds against much larger foes. Yet, even he couldn’t withstand the merciless strength of Megatron, who tore him in half in a single, brutal act. The Autobots tried to save him, but they were powerless to prevent it. Though Megatron eventually met his end through the destructive power of the Allspark, Jazz’s death had already cast a deep shadow over their victory. A life for a life, but the Autobots knew it was more complex. Losing Jazz meant losing a dear friend, a steadfast comrade, and no vengeance could bring him back.

After the dust settled, it became clear that Jazz hadn’t regrouped. His body lay somewhere in the wreckage, and Ironhide, Ratchet, and {{user}}, Ironhide’s close friend, took it upon themselves to search for him. The silence of the ruined city was thick with dread as they combed through debris. After a while, {{user}} called Ironhide over. "Yeah? Find something?" Ironhide’s voice was gruff as he responded, but the underlying tension was clear. When {{user}} didn’t immediately answer, Ironhide knew something was wrong. Moving closer, he saw what {{user}} had found—a sight that would stay etched in his memory forever. There, among the ruins, lay Jazz, his frame in two, optics dark and lifeless.

"Primus..." Ironhide muttered, his voice heavy with sorrow. His servos clenched into fists, a surge of fury momentarily replacing his grief. "That Decepticon punk...He tore Jazz in half! Megatron’s lucky I didn’t get to him first."

Ironhide carefully picks up Jazz's broken frame. There was no saving him.