[ti]Flashback[/ti]Dear Optimus - [Closed]
Nov 5, 2016 21:20:29 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Nov 5, 2016 21:20:29 GMT -5
Safely tucked away, the Autobot leader was, and the Elite Guard were scattering everywhere to try to keep one step ahead of the Decepticon attacks. Though Jazz was rarely right at his side, he still felt the need to stay in contact with his good friend, even if it were through sending these datapads. Or, at least he may have assumed them sent, but they always did just mysteriously drop on his office desk.
This one was different. This one wasn't a 'Checking up on you, hope to hear from you soon' audio file. No, this was a very lengthy compilation of video and audio uploaded directly from Jazz's most private of stored memories. Perhaps it was a way of him purging his memory core, or something had happened that would prompt this strange event, but whatever it was didn't seem rise concern in Jazz's voice. It was also different in the means of which it was delivered. This one had been delivered to Optimus directly, by one of the workers who had found it while getting the Ark fueled and ready for departure.
"Jazz? Jazz!... Ugh, that mech... Ja--- WHAT THE FRAG?!" A black and spring green mech who had been wandering around looking for Jazz had finally found him after scouting through every inch of this stupid corridor. And actually, it was Jazz finding him, since he had come down from the ceiling right behind the older mech and clamped his servos down quickly on his shoulders, causing his spark to skip a pulse.
"JAZZ!" he continued after he had wheeled around to face his assailant, trying to stop the hitches in his vocoder while he struggled to pull air into his intakes. "Are you TRYING to offline me before our first mission? What is WRONG with you?!"
"I was bored, Reload. You know how dangerous that is. You left me alone with nothing to do so I figured I'd just... you know... hone my skills. Like an expert hunter out on the lookout for Cyberfox." Jazz just grinned at his partner, who was still making the most angry pouting face he could. "Aw, don't look like that Reload! Actually, no, go ahead and keep looking at me like that. You're adorable when you're angry." True, he was, and he loved to tease Reload about it cause it just got his circuits sparking in ways that only Jazz could do. His embarrassment was just TOO easy sometimes.
That statement only flustered Reload more and he grunted in annoyance. "Alright, Jazz-"
"Call me the Great Cyberfox Hunter!"
"... No. What the frag? Why?"
"Do it."
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
Silence, then another huff, and Reload reached out to grab Jazz's wrist to tug him along but he dug in his heels and refused to go willingly. Reload grumbled under his vent, not really wanting to deal with this at the moment. He could have just hauled Jazz over his shoulder and walked that way, but Jazz would probably have pulled something then to. So, he just surrendered.
"Alright, fine. Great Cyberbox Hunter JAZZ." Jazz smirked and allowed himself to be walked then. "We have a meeting with Magnus that we're probably already late for. If are and we get caught, you are going to stand up and admit to everyone that it was your fault."
"Fine, fine." Reload shot him a look. "What?! I will! Cross my spark I will."
That was a lie and Reload knew it. But he just kept dragging him down the corridor, hoping that by some SLIM chance, they weren't going to be late.
This one was different. This one wasn't a 'Checking up on you, hope to hear from you soon' audio file. No, this was a very lengthy compilation of video and audio uploaded directly from Jazz's most private of stored memories. Perhaps it was a way of him purging his memory core, or something had happened that would prompt this strange event, but whatever it was didn't seem rise concern in Jazz's voice. It was also different in the means of which it was delivered. This one had been delivered to Optimus directly, by one of the workers who had found it while getting the Ark fueled and ready for departure.
"Hey, Optimus!"
"Not sure if you'll ever see this, or if you'll want to, but I figured I would at least upload this from my memory core so that you'd have some sort of idea what I'm doing with my life now that I'm off in... well... wherever it is that Magnus leads us off to. Not that I could disclose our location without tall-blue-and-broody lashin' my hide over it anyway. Yeah, so, I wasn't sure when or how I was going to start this but I figured this was a good a time as any. Both pedes in, right, sir? I never was on to hold back the fun parts of any situation, right? So here's a little thing to remember me by and all that other sappy stuff."
"Not sure if you'll ever see this, or if you'll want to, but I figured I would at least upload this from my memory core so that you'd have some sort of idea what I'm doing with my life now that I'm off in... well... wherever it is that Magnus leads us off to. Not that I could disclose our location without tall-blue-and-broody lashin' my hide over it anyway. Yeah, so, I wasn't sure when or how I was going to start this but I figured this was a good a time as any. Both pedes in, right, sir? I never was on to hold back the fun parts of any situation, right? So here's a little thing to remember me by and all that other sappy stuff."
"Jazz? Jazz!... Ugh, that mech... Ja--- WHAT THE FRAG?!" A black and spring green mech who had been wandering around looking for Jazz had finally found him after scouting through every inch of this stupid corridor. And actually, it was Jazz finding him, since he had come down from the ceiling right behind the older mech and clamped his servos down quickly on his shoulders, causing his spark to skip a pulse.
"JAZZ!" he continued after he had wheeled around to face his assailant, trying to stop the hitches in his vocoder while he struggled to pull air into his intakes. "Are you TRYING to offline me before our first mission? What is WRONG with you?!"
"That guy's Reload. He's my partner, if ya hadn't guessed! He's really cool when he wants to be. Can you believe he's OLDER than us? He looks like he's fresh off the assembly line! I think he was a bodyguard for the Towerlings or somethin'. Dunno for sure. I'll let ya know when I access his file later."
"...He doesn't know I can do that, so don't tell him."
"...He doesn't know I can do that, so don't tell him."
"I was bored, Reload. You know how dangerous that is. You left me alone with nothing to do so I figured I'd just... you know... hone my skills. Like an expert hunter out on the lookout for Cyberfox." Jazz just grinned at his partner, who was still making the most angry pouting face he could. "Aw, don't look like that Reload! Actually, no, go ahead and keep looking at me like that. You're adorable when you're angry." True, he was, and he loved to tease Reload about it cause it just got his circuits sparking in ways that only Jazz could do. His embarrassment was just TOO easy sometimes.
That statement only flustered Reload more and he grunted in annoyance. "Alright, Jazz-"
"Call me the Great Cyberfox Hunter!"
"... No. What the frag? Why?"
"Do it."
"No."
"Please?"
"I said no."
Silence, then another huff, and Reload reached out to grab Jazz's wrist to tug him along but he dug in his heels and refused to go willingly. Reload grumbled under his vent, not really wanting to deal with this at the moment. He could have just hauled Jazz over his shoulder and walked that way, but Jazz would probably have pulled something then to. So, he just surrendered.
"Alright, fine. Great Cyberbox Hunter JAZZ." Jazz smirked and allowed himself to be walked then. "We have a meeting with Magnus that we're probably already late for. If are and we get caught, you are going to stand up and admit to everyone that it was your fault."
"Fine, fine." Reload shot him a look. "What?! I will! Cross my spark I will."
That was a lie and Reload knew it. But he just kept dragging him down the corridor, hoping that by some SLIM chance, they weren't going to be late.