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Jet was your stereotypical young factory fresh Seeker jet, rushed through basic training to be a grunt with a gun, with aspirations to have worth and be something more than the cannon fodder he seemed destined to be. Fed on the stories of legends, of the exploits of Starscream, he strove in whatever way he could to meet the bar set by the absent Air Commander. He barely tasted combat – one battle before the Great Shutdown began to roll into effect and his garrison at Baklava Pax was set to go into stasis to conserve energy.

As young as he was, Jet never had the time to harden into one of the jaded warriors that made up the ranks of the Decepticons. The mech that went to sleep was a tendersparked flier, enthusiastic, eager to please, and dedicated and determined to serve the Decepticon cause.

Sometime during the Great War, a band of starving Autobots infiltrated the stasis locked garrison, drained the troops for fuel, tore them apart for parts, and sacked the base until there was nothing but a wreck.

He, of his garrison, was the only one to wake up. Briefly. Just to die.

A life wasted. But Jet was unwilling to let go of his dreams and rest, and where his life was futile, his death would not be! And so he has not rested since.

And never again, since Baklava Pax, have the Decepticons been caught asleep.

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