Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed | Transformers Prime RP

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 23, 2012 23:08:55 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2012 23:08:55 GMT -5

"So... where're we going?"

"Like yeh can't guess," Ironhide replied, to matching spikes of amusement from both of the mechs trailing him because Bluestreak already knew and Jazz could certainly guess. Turn left, turn right, another right, back into the recesses of the base that weren't in use yet, and their little brewing experiment might not be much to look at but it got the job done.

Better yet, it was not the middle of the control room. Bulkhead, bless the mech's spark, had laughed and taken the remainder of Ironhide's shift on monitors, mock warning him not to make it a habit. Prime - and you could see the smile in his optics, even if he wasn't letting it touch his face plates - had waved off vorns of backlogged reports, assuring Jazz it could wait one more day. And with that squared away, Ironhide had wasted little time in gathering up one youngling and one miraculously reappeared glitchscrap to go find something a little more like a proper welcome home.

The last batch had been distilled until it bordered on a blue so deep it was almost purple. Ironhide filled three cubes, handed them around, and inclined his helm with a warm rush of welcome/home/family/found to Jazz. "It's not much," he rumbled, and he might have almost meant the still, "but it grows on yeh. Welcome home."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 24, 2012 0:10:19 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 0:10:19 GMT -5

Bluestreak had kept hirself in the dark about the stills location since ou came to know about it. Passable deniabilty and all that but for an occasion such as this it was worth the possible incrimination later.

It took all hir will power to not just grab onto Jazz and not let go. As it was ou walked close to the only slightly taller mech. (Wasn't he taller before?) Hands occasionally reaching out to brush against the saboteurs arm.

It wasn't until there was a cube of dark violet highgrade in her hands that things started to feel real. Jazz was really here, ou could really feel his EMF and the glyphs like a physical touch on hir plating.

"Primus Jazz we missed you!"

Words weren't enough. Glyphs for missed you/missed so much/ want to show you'/tell you. Almost visible in the air.

"Welcome home Jazz."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 24, 2012 21:04:21 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 21:04:21 GMT -5

Jazz heard the chug of the heat pump before he saw it. Of course there was a still.

Of COURSE.

He took the cube with a grin, the fumes hitting his olfactories like a combustable fog and reminding him of a hundred other bases, vorns and lightyears away. The scent made something crack inside, just a bit, and the tension he hadn't even known he'd been carrying around (while greeting Prime, while meeting the other Autobots who'd been looking at him curiously ever since 'Hide had put him down, while learning faces and names and fields and layouts, sensors thrown wide because finally, FINALLY he was back, here, HOME) slid out of him, joint by joint.

Primus, he was tired. He'd forgotten how much hard work it was being happy.

Jazz stepped in, and scrap, he kinda hoped that eventually Ironhide's field would stop feeling quite so good, or Jazz was going to have some explaining to do to Chromia next time he saw her. Or some vid to deliver, one or the other.

Jazz leaned into Ironhide's side, pulling Bluestreak in against his other side, arm around hir waist, every micron of frame possible bathing in the soft, happy babble of their EMFs. He vented a content sigh. "No place I'd rather be. None."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 24, 2012 21:30:16 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 21:30:16 GMT -5

It was impossible to stop himself; his hands might as well belong to someone else for all the control he had over them as they reached out and pulled the saboteur and his youngling closer, even as he sank down right there on the floor. Close wasn't close enough, not until they were both tucked in against his chest where his arms could reach around them both, fields overlapping in a spill of warmth.

Ironhide dimmed his optics for a klik, just feeling, listening - fields and sparks and the quiet cycle of ventilations, and the warm, solid weight of the impossible, his kin and family, pressed plate to plate within his grasp.

Something somewhere inside of him, for the first time in weeks, unknotted itself and began to relax. Venting deeply, he curled down, pressing the side of his helm to the top of Jazz's. "Good," he managed, and if there was still static in his voice he ignored it. "'Cus yeh ain't leavin' again, not even if Ah've gotta find somethin' t' magnaclamp yeh to t' keep yeh here. Where th' slag've yeh been?"

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 24, 2012 23:06:57 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2012 23:06:57 GMT -5

Jazz groaned, downing half his cube in one go. "Everywhere--Pit, that'll clean your intakes--everywhere but where I needed to be, seemed like."

He reached out, laying his hand over Blue's twitching fingers as he thought. So much. So much of it BAD. He didn't want to think about it, really. Not here, not now, not with two-thirds of this family finally right THERE.

"Went on a mission to snoop into what some of Shockwave's scientists were doin' on the Triumph. It was nothin' good, as you might expect, and I was all ready to wrap up and leave. Then they got a rush order to head out of the system, halfway across the galaxy somewhere. I don't know why. Something involving a star going supernova. Everything happened so fast, I couldn't get to a safe exit before they took off. Figured they'd just be coming back soon, so I found a safe spot, got some recharge, tapped into the comm lines and waited."

Jazz sighed. "Aaand then Cybertron imploded, and the war moved offplanet, and the Triumph got called somewhere ELSE, and thus began Jazz's Excellent Adventure of Trying To Get The Pit Home. Once I got hold of a ship, finding anyone out in the black, let alone the Prime's unit, was easier said than done, 'specially because you kept MOVING. And getting from point A to point B was always fun and exciting, especially if I ran into any Decepticons. It..." He offlined his optics, helm resting back against Ironhide's arm, letting the hum of the warrior's fuel pump resonate through his struts. "It was a lot of slag. Like, a LOT. So many vorns just...gah."

Jazz finished off his cube. "Don't worry," he said, stretching along Ironhide's frame, twisting his hip just a bit, tilting his shoulders back until he found just the right spot where his frame could slot in, close enough to feel Ironhide's internals hum. "I'm not goin' anywhere."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 25, 2012 0:02:44 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2012 0:02:44 GMT -5

Bluesteak was more familiar with the paint thinner masquerading a Highgrade and so moot much smaller sips. Perfectly happy to hunker down and snuggles into Ironhides plates. Nearly disappearing into the larger mechs plates. hir hand squeezing tightly to Jazz's (was it always this small? wasn't bigger before?)

The conversation seemed only to be brining back ghosts for Jazz so the little sniper took it upon hirself to change the subject.

"It's in the past now Jazz. You're here with us. Wait till you meet everyone on base! The population's been booming bot's from ALL over coming here. and out human friends are amazing too! Well...Nor Fowler, he's a bit mean but He's mostly Commands problem. Oh Jazz wait till you see what I can do! I know you saw my sniper mod's but I'll show you. I never miss what I aim for!"

And on and on. The Chatter nearly endless but all good natured and eager. Simply a warm wash of words meant to lighten the mood and relax all three of them.

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 25, 2012 20:44:05 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2012 20:44:05 GMT -5

The sound of Bluestreak's voice wove over him, familiar and part of the things forever marked as 'home' in his memory files. Coupled with the warmth of well loved fields overlaid across his own, Ironhide wasn't even aware of when his optics had dimmed. His engine hummed in contentment and somewhere along the way the hum had become a wordless tonal vibration, one of the ones he had once used to soothe a scrabbling bitlet into recharge with. His plates were flared, spread wide to cover more space, a physical shield across the smaller frames hugged tight against his own, and finally - finally! - some of the itch of the last weeks fell away, soothed into calmness by the shared warmth.

"Have t' introduce yeh around," he said, when Blue paused for a nanoklik. "More'n th' crash course roster yeh got, Ah mean. Some 'bots in particular." He huffed a short laugh. "Ah picked up another stray - can't seem t' get away from th' habit." He rubbed his thumb over the saboteur's plates, arm tightening in a gentler hug. "She's one of yers; yeh'll either like her, or th' two of yeh'll divide the whole place up between yers an' hers. An' if yeh do like normal - yeh patched into th' internet yet? 'Course yeh are; look up 'ceiling cat', an' if yeh an' Jaws surprise th' slag outta each other in th' vents, Ah want vids."

He hummed softly, a deep rumble of vibration. "Yeh rank both of 'em, though. Be nice t' have yeh back in charge of that slag; we've been scrapin' by on luck an' 'Con stupidity."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 26, 2012 23:31:05 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2012 23:31:05 GMT -5

Jazz let Bluestreak's words tumble over him like a river of comfort, murmuring in encouragement and interest. He'd not heard anything about the bitlet or anyone he knew for a few hundred vorns. EVERYTHING was interesting.

Mostly he heard that Bluestreak was skilled and competent and friendly and had lots of friends that he cared about, that he was happy, and that he and Ironhide were watching each others' backs. Which were all Good Things so far as Jazz was concerned. His fingers stroked comfortingly over what he could reach of Blue's new-to-him adult form. He couldn't cradle Blue in one arm anymore, but old habits died hard.

Ironhide's comments were a bit more serious, and Jazz let them percolate through his processor. Just because he was floating high on bad high grade and having his family back didn't mean that they weren't still at war. Still, he chuckled. "New adoption, huh? Why'm I not surprised? Stick you in a base with anyone in need of moral support, protecting, or a swift kick in the aft, and there you've got it." Jazz lifted his cube and was sad to find it empty. He dismissed it, wouldn't have minded another, but eh, the still was all the way over there and getting to it would have required disengaging himself from Ironhide.... Who he thumped companionably. "Can't wait to talk to her. Everyone else, too."

Jazz sighed, turning his helm so Ironhide's coolant pump whirred soothingly against his audial. "It looked...like a pretty small crew. M'fine with herding whatever black cats we've got, but it's a sad day when I'M the ranking spec ops agent. Sorta wish Mirage or one of the other officers'd show up. Prime deserves the help." He let a not entirely pleasant smile stretch his lips. "Though...if you've not been pulling operations, the 'Cons are in for a rude awakening once I'M all settled in."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 28, 2012 22:18:56 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2012 22:18:56 GMT -5

The warm safe fields, the vibration of Ironhides engine and of course the high grade all conspired to lull Bluestreak into recharge. Fighting it was futile ou was so tired but just a little bit longer. Ou wanted hear the voices of those closest to hir for just a little bit longer. Snuggling further into Ironhide's plates and holding a little tighter to Jazz's hands.

"Primus I'd feel bad for the Decepticons only I don't. At all."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 31, 2012 22:05:38 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 22:05:38 GMT -5

"Ain't never had a reason t' feel bad for a 'Con," Ironhide huffed, amused. "It'll serve 'em right, an' Ah want vids of all of it." He stroked a hand down Jazz's back, tracing a multitude of small, flexible plates. "Watch yeh put th' fear of yer name back in 'em. That'll be one for th' archive."

He rumbled softly, optics half shuttered. "As t' sad, yeh don't know th' half of it. Yer side? We've got two scouts, one half trained youngling, an' a neutral who ain't left th' base airducts as far as Ah know. Not exactly th' stuff t' keep the 'Cons shakin' in their recharge."

"But," he added, more firmly, "that ain't nothin' yeh gotta do right now." He hugged the saboteur closer and tucked Bluestreak more firmly against his side, holding on.

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 31, 2012 22:40:10 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 22:40:10 GMT -5

"Mmm," Jazz said. Blue's hand went lax in his, and Jazz let it hang gently. Poor sparklet was tired. Stressed, too. Jazz could hear it in his systems. Jazz needed to ask about that, about what he could do for Blue. About what he could do for Ironhide.

Like he needed to go abase himself before Ratchet and get every bit of maintenance that he'd not been able to do himself for the past hundred vorn or so done. Like he needed to comb through the Autobot database and see what he could find out about Sunny and Sides' last mission.

Like he needed to ask about the others on base. Like he needed to ask Optimus where best he could use a spec ops agent. Like he needed to...well...the to-do list just kept on going, didn't it?

Instead of dealing with it, Jazz just hooked claws delicately to Ironhide's armor--in between sensors where it wouldn't hurt--and used the hold to just...stretch out and sprawl on Ironhide's frame. "Def'nitely not right now," Jazz agreed.

Another long moment of soaking in each others' fields and Jazz tilted his head. "Prob'ly should put the sparklet to bed. Blue, too."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 31, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 23:03:10 GMT -5

"An' would that be meh or you as th' sparklet?" Ironhide huffed, amused. He brought one hand up, spanning the width of Jazz's back to steady the smaller mech as he shifted. "Don't know if Ah can still do this," he warned. "Yeh might wanna hang on."

It took wrangling joints that didn't want to cooperate and a frame that just wanted to stay where it was and soak in the perfect feel of family. There was something about recharging on the floor of the Pit slagging still room that was getting to be a habit, and not one that Ironhide really wanted to cultivate. Armed with that resolve, he turned every fragment of skill into the fine art of wrangling one half sized saboteur and a deeply recharging sparkling... who massed quite a bit more than the last time Ironhide remembered pulling the same trick.

After some awkwardness, one close call, and a steady stream of suggestions interspersed with bursts of muffled laughter from Jazz, everyone was finally standing. Or Ironhide was, at least, with an armful of soundly recharging Bluestreak on one side and a still snickering saboteur attached to the other. "Told yeh Ah havn't lost mah touch," he noted, pleased. "Come on. Time for all bitlets t' be in a berth."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 31, 2012 23:21:33 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 23:21:33 GMT -5

Jazz felt like he'd done little more than recharge when he'd been with the twins, but he found his systems threatening to drop off. He blamed Bluestreak, the Praxian's own systems purring the background hum of deep recharge.

"Mmm, sounds good to me." Jazz set his audial to Ironhide's plating, listening idly to the familiar tinktinktink as his servos creaked. "Lead on."

Jazz flattened himself against Ironhide's torso as much as he could. To be helpful, don't you know. Wouldn't want to unbalance his conveyance while it was walking.

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Jan 31, 2012 23:52:47 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2012 23:52:47 GMT -5

It wasn't that late, but that actually worked in their favor - most of the base population was still out and about, on shift or just coming off of it, and almost no one was in the back corridors where the personal quarters were. Ironhide managed to... well, 'waddle' might be the correct term, but slag if he was going to use it. 'Stagger', maybe, and that only because of a lingering ache in mostly healed wounds and the offbalance distribution of weight, though Jazz helpfully shifted as needed. One way or another, they managed the trip from still room to Bluestreak's quarters with no one to bear witness to the ungainly procession.

It got easier once he'd put Bluestreak down, his bitlet curling onto the berth with a thrum of contented systems when Ironhide brushed the ghost of a caress across his helm. Which left him with only one extra weight, pressed up against his side and chest as Ironhide carefully tip toed back into the corridor.

"We ain't got yeh a room yet, have we?" he rumbled quietly. Jazz cocked his head, visor flashing in the corridor lights.

"Nope."

Ironhide hummed, half thoughtful, half tired, the hand that wasn't holding Jazz steady reaching up on automatic to stroke across the smaller mech's plates. "Yeh care over much if we skip that for now?"

He knew the answer before Jazz grinned, gratitude and a tactile need to not let go preceding the word before he spoke it. "Nope."

Spark deep warmth, and he could be selfishly glad that they were in synch and that all of the intervening vorn hadn't taken that easy familiarity of family from them. It was the short work of moments to carry Jazz back to his own room, and with the door shut against anyone and everything outside the heady cocoon of kin and relief was more than Ironhide had a will to resist. It was easy to set himself on the berth, back to the wall, and pull his clinging saboteur hood ornament around. Only with Jazz tucked against his chest plates, wrapped securely in his arms, did he relax into the warmth once more.

"Ain't actually tryin' t' pop yer plates," he rumbled quietly, the words mouthed against the smaller mech's helm, "but do meh a favor an' don't tell meh t' let go. Slag, Ah missed yeh."

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Ep 0.5 - Family Reunion - Closed Feb 1, 2012 22:02:16 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2012 22:02:16 GMT -5

Jazz's claws slowly unclenched, letting gravity and Ironhide's grip settle him down and against Ironhide's chest.

This. Here. It...felt like that first moment in the base, when he'd realized who he was seeing, when he realized that...

Primus.

Ironhide was here. Ironhide was ALIVE. Ironhide and Bluestreak were alive and here and had quarters and....

It was too much, on too little recharge, too little ground under his feet, too much high grade. Jazz cut the processor thread until the trembling stopped. Then ventilated a few times, just for good measure.

Ironhide. Here. What were the chances? What were the slagging chances that after all this....

Jazz had long ago given up invoking Primus as anything but a convenient swear word. Primus was not like the humans' God in several ways. He did not interfere. He would not intercede if you lived a good enough life or prayed prettily enough. The near-genocide of their race was proof enough of that. But Primus was a creator. What mechs would break apart, Primus would, every once in awhile, bring back together, connecting points, shunting a bit here or there back into alignment. Not for any individual mech, but for something else. Some incomprehensible, divine reason.

And every once in awhile, you got caught in it. It wasn't for you. It wasn't PERSONAL. But in that moment, it didn't matter. You were still the luckiest fragger in the universe.

Jazz--on the same planet as two of his oldest friends, two of his family members, and his Prime after so long in the black he'd honestly thought he was going insane--was not above giving credit where credit was due.

Jazz wrapped his arms around Ironhide's torso. "Not goin' anywhere," Jazz murmured. "Missed you. Missed...everyone. Everything." His voice fell low, a whisper he'd not even dared speak to himself, the last, cold vorns. "I was so afraid I was gonna die out there, 'Hide. Alone. It's so easy in space. So EASY. Never felt so..." Vulnerable. Small. Insignificant. Fragile.

Alone.

Wrapped in Ironhide's strength, Jazz shook, all the fear and worry he'd not let himself feel for vorns and vorns spilling out of the empty place around his spark like fouled fluids from a wound, to be filled up--again. finally--with warmth and support and family.