[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]Reconnecting The Dots [ Closed | Bumblebee ]
Jan 25, 2019 21:30:19 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Jan 25, 2019 21:30:19 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 1 | Day 3
Summary: When there's a little downtime and it's not Jazz's turn to man the helm for new arrivals to earth, Jazz likes to lounge around and listen to some of the tunes he's collected throughout his life, both from Cybertron, travels among the stars, and his new Earth-bound home. While sorting through some of his music from his small storage box, an unfamiliar datafile is discovered at the bottom.
Iacon was the city of wonders to the optics, but Jazz had gotten the privilege of seeing much more that Cybertron and the surrounding planets had to offer before the War had broken out and wrecked havoc. He never carried much with him, usually just restricted to what could fit in his subspace, which mostly consisted of his large collection of music and tunes he'd recorded and backed up on files in case his memory core ever got wiped on accident. There were a few things here and there, but nothing that he really found to be sentimental.
Which was why when he spotted something unfamiliar camped out at the bottom of his box of datafiles he was sort of caught off-guard. He'd been sitting on the berth sorting through some of his older files to see if they were even still good and what needed to be reformatted or transferred to a new datapad when the old, cracked datapad peeked through the pile, face down so he couldn't immediately see what was on it. He mad a face and turned the box upside down to dump everything out, including the mysterious datapad, which he picked up and started to inspect it.
Old model- REALLY old model. He hadn't seen one like that since his younger days when he was still back and forth at the Academy to look over the new recruits to the Autobot forces. It was faintly cracked at the corner and didn't turn on right away, but after a little gentle shaking and tapping, it finally came to life.
"Well, what-ta we got here?"
Not really a question to anyone in particular since he was alone in his personal quarters, but with how he was staring a the picture looking back at him, he may as well been talking to it. A smile crossed his features and he gathered up his stuff back into the box- including the datapad- and tucked it under his arm as he left.
Time to visit Bee. He hadn't seen the little yellow scout in a while and felt like checking up on him. Share some music... maybe a memory. Walking down the hall, it didn't take long for the visored mech to make his way to the smaller bot's room and he reached out with his free servo to knock twice with his knuckle.
"Heyo! Bee, it's Jazz!"
Summary: When there's a little downtime and it's not Jazz's turn to man the helm for new arrivals to earth, Jazz likes to lounge around and listen to some of the tunes he's collected throughout his life, both from Cybertron, travels among the stars, and his new Earth-bound home. While sorting through some of his music from his small storage box, an unfamiliar datafile is discovered at the bottom.
Iacon was the city of wonders to the optics, but Jazz had gotten the privilege of seeing much more that Cybertron and the surrounding planets had to offer before the War had broken out and wrecked havoc. He never carried much with him, usually just restricted to what could fit in his subspace, which mostly consisted of his large collection of music and tunes he'd recorded and backed up on files in case his memory core ever got wiped on accident. There were a few things here and there, but nothing that he really found to be sentimental.
Which was why when he spotted something unfamiliar camped out at the bottom of his box of datafiles he was sort of caught off-guard. He'd been sitting on the berth sorting through some of his older files to see if they were even still good and what needed to be reformatted or transferred to a new datapad when the old, cracked datapad peeked through the pile, face down so he couldn't immediately see what was on it. He mad a face and turned the box upside down to dump everything out, including the mysterious datapad, which he picked up and started to inspect it.
Old model- REALLY old model. He hadn't seen one like that since his younger days when he was still back and forth at the Academy to look over the new recruits to the Autobot forces. It was faintly cracked at the corner and didn't turn on right away, but after a little gentle shaking and tapping, it finally came to life.
"Well, what-ta we got here?"
Not really a question to anyone in particular since he was alone in his personal quarters, but with how he was staring a the picture looking back at him, he may as well been talking to it. A smile crossed his features and he gathered up his stuff back into the box- including the datapad- and tucked it under his arm as he left.
Time to visit Bee. He hadn't seen the little yellow scout in a while and felt like checking up on him. Share some music... maybe a memory. Walking down the hall, it didn't take long for the visored mech to make his way to the smaller bot's room and he reached out with his free servo to knock twice with his knuckle.
"Heyo! Bee, it's Jazz!"