We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
The problem hadn't been with the plan, it had been with her. And changing the plan certainly wasn't her place. Shadow exvented again and held back both comments, because it also wasn't her place to argue with him, and if he was this determined not to see the truth...
She would just be grateful for the reprieve.
It wasn't as if Jazz needed to trick her into saying more; she'd already volunteered more than enough to justify anything he might want to do.
"I want to go back for her." No point in stopping at hopelessly soft when she could add stupid as well. "With the damage Bee did to the engines, they can't have gone far from where we hit them, and they're probably leaking a trail we could calculate bridge coordinates from, even if their cloak is still up. They have wounded, they have repairs to make, they'll be busy. They won't be looking for one Bot to come back for a non-vital target."
And if she was wrong, if the Cons were on high alert, it wasn't as if the Autobots were at risk of losing anything important.
"If you want to say it was the right call, I have to go back. It's all for nothing if they kill her anyway."
Jazz nodded slowly. He was proud that she was willing to poke her neck out for a human, a bit worried at how easily she did it, but couldn't argue with her reasoning. He imagined that the Nemesis was going to be an overturned insecticon nest for awhile. The 'Cons likely would be looking for how the 'Bots got on the ship, but the idea of the Autobots simply knowing the Nemesis' coordinates was so simple and ludicrous that he imagined they would instead be looking at other avenues. It was likely that the 'Cons were just as Shadow had suggested: busy and distracted.
It was not the perfect surprise that he could hope for, but it likely would not be suicide, either.
She's a big femme, she can decide on her own missions, Jazz.
And luckily, you get to kick it up to a higher power to decide if there IS a mission.
"You might be right about the 'Cons. And you are right about the human. It's the right thing to do. Let's go talk to Optimus about it. My guess is he'll ask if you're sure, etc, etc, but give the ok."
Jazz gave her one last squeeze and knelt up. He paused, hands on her shoulders. "And hey.... You did the right thing. You made the choice I would have made, and I'm glad you made it." Another helmtouch, just for emphasis. "Encourage you to make it again, too. Good call."
<<Feel free to end on the next one, or lead in for Jazz to end on his next round? >>
Shadow stared at Jazz for a long time, his praise scraping uncomfortably against her own certainty that she'd been wrong, that she was still wrong, sentiment getting in the way of her usefulness.
Soft. The word was tinged with disgust. There had been a time she would have gone through anyone or anything on nothing more than Labyrinth's command, would never have considered other options. Labyrinth would not have accepted any excuse for violating his orders; certainly not concern for the life of an outsider, and an organic besides.
The truth was, she did want to go back for the human, but the offer had been its own sort of penance, an opportunity for Jazz to give her a punishment fit to her crime. Instead, he just...kept being proud of her, and if he was working toward something, the path was too convoluted for her to follow.
Shadow leaned into Jazz's hold for an extra sparkbeat, the panicky surge of wrong-soft-stupid-willfull gradually easing. Cohort, she reminded herself as he gently tugged her to her pedes. Cohort, not Labyrinth, and cohort could let you get away with sometimes putting the needs of your own spark above the mission, could love you even when you failed. Could tell you you'd done the right thing, even when you hadn't.
"Thank you." She could make excuses for why she wanted to go back, claim the human might have seen or heard something, but they wouldn't be the truth...and more importantly, she didn't need to. She vented and reluctantly let go. "Just...thank you."