[ti]Ep 3.5[/ti]I wanna know the answers [ Open ]
Mar 18, 2023 19:58:01 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Mar 18, 2023 19:58:01 GMT -5
No more lies.
I wanna shut the door, and open up my mind.
Timeline: Week 1, Day 3
It had been a while since Jazz had been so restless, so discombobulated. He'd had to stand at attention at Optimus's side, silent, steady, and though it had been days since then he still felt the jerking in his wiring shooting weird signals. Was this what it felt like when humans said something made their skin crawl? Because it sure could have been perceived as that. He had... one night patrol, an odd change from his normal one that had been thrown his way, but he had bit back a comment. One patrol, so.. one day? Or two?
Jazz walked without direction or purpose, unawares of the crooked path he chose.
He hadn't been able to settle since that day when they'd been called for that abrupt meeting and their Commander- their Leader- had made his stance and put his foot down with what few of them there were within the Outpost, and still Jazz was processing everything. He had known to not step out of line, to embody the Elite Guard he had been respresenting at that moment, not that he'd had much of a choice. The circumstances called for it, even if he hated that it needed to even be done. Currently he was going through the motions, or trying to, and it wasn't going too well. The days blurred together so he didn't know how long it had been since they'd been called in. A day? A week? Somewhere in between? It could have been longer than that for all he knew, but somehow he doubted that much.
Things were off. He was off. Jazz felt like he'd been kicked offline and woken up after a long while on a whole new planet.
Now there seemed to be some new sort of chaos happening, with a call to order to control said chaos. It had started with the news of their new capture, the Deception Medic. He had been told by Prowl he wasn't allowed anywhere near, that there was too much riding on it, but why? That curiousity had been peaked, but then the meeting happened and now he was all out of sorts. Unable to shut down for proper recharge, he'd found himself pacing back and forth everywhere he could go, back and forth as if triple checking each area for something that he'd been missing.
Everything had been going down so quick that he didn't know if he were coming or going anymore, and he had questions, concerns, issues- none of which were able to be answered without starting some sort of conflict. He and Optimus had been friends for a long time and had seen many things, so what had finally pushed him over his limit like this? They'd dealt with new recruits being difficult to handle before, that was nothing new. Elite Guard had that taste time and time again, so did the Autobot Academy. The losses?
As much as it stung Jazz's spark to admit it, they'd lost far more in far less time.
Not to mention the other issue concerning- 'This damn FIDGETING.'
The crooked path came back to haunt him.
Jazz came to his senses and his visor came back online just in time to narrowly avoid slamming face-first into the wall, but his swinging fist was not so lucky and he hit the side of it against said wall- which must have been what brought him out of it. The wiring in his digits yelled at him enough for him to pull it back and inspect it to make sure he hadn't done any damage. Seemed clear, but his pride was another story. Where had he ended up now? One of the hallways, somewhere, but he'd figure that out later. Doorwings lowered slightly beind him as he just stepped forward enough to lean his helm forward and rest it against the wall he'd almost met on a much more personal level. A cracked visor wasn't something that he could afford right now, not with everything else that was happening, nor could he himself appear to break, no matter how tightly strung up he felt.
For now, it was time to deal with the thing he could confront. He straightened up and shook his doorwings with a rotation of his shoulders as he turned around to scan the area. Time to shake this feeling of being stared at like he was some sort of sideshow- waiting on him to trip up, to give someone a reason to complain.
Watch him? Him?. Sure, everyone was being directed, but they had once shared an understanding. Jazz sure has put his neck on the line for those crash course side missions in the war to earn himself freedoms of knowledge that he didn't care blame Red for not being able to give him.
Prowl knew better. If the Enforcer wanted to try his luck again at slamming cuffs on him again like he'd tried and failed to in the past, then so be it. He'd give him a crash course in a sleight-of-hand escape and rebound as he had before.
What was going on in that Enforcer's processor? Maybe the same worm that crawled up the Prime's exhaust port had managed its way up Prowl's?
Then what was so important and delicate about Knock Out, anyway? Maybe it was time to find out.
Now away from the wall, he started walking with a bit more intention in his steps for the first time in days. Time to see what was going on in their Outpost while he was checked out.