[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Dig Deep [ Open ]
Apr 2, 2020 13:19:13 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Apr 2, 2020 13:19:13 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 2 || Day 2 - Before dawn
"Ya ready, Cliffjumper?"
"Always."
"Try not to have too much fun without me."
"Just keep your channels open in case the rescuers need some rescuing!"
:: Gettin' my jump on! ::
A jump that proved to be a failure, but he had expected that. A precision shot to the fuel lines rectified it. "Yeah, ya jumped into that one." Dummy.
"Don't you mean I was surrounded by the enemy forces? I was busy watchin' your back while you were tryin' to break the Decepticon's little toy more. Pretty sure I was the only one in danger."
"You're lucky I spotted that enemy on the left!"
"I told you to worry about you. I had it covered."
"I WAS worried about me."
That brought on some laughter from the others at Jazz's expense, and received a scolding look from the older mech, in which Cliffjumper clearly seemed to pretend not to notice as he went on with his story. Jazz would have rolled his optics if he had a pair, but a shake of his helm would do. If the red mech wanted to boost his ego with their comrades, Jazz would let him, especially since the mech seemed to enjoy telling these far-fetched tales.
"So I rerouted the toxic waste back to the server core and blew the facility sky high. Of course, saving the day."
He could have dispersed this little party by pulling rank, but he opted not to and just sat in his seat at the opposite end of the table, chin in his servo as he watched and listened in as the story continued, a small smile creeping to his face.
"Yeah, ya really saved the day back then. Saved my aft too, as much as I hated to admit it." Jazz sat next to the pile of stones that made up the makeshift grave for the mech. "Wish I would have been here to return the favor, buddy."
He'd been losing himself to his thoughts quite frequently as of late, which was highly irregular of him. He chalked it up to the rationing of the resources as the source of the issue, but somehow he didn't think it was just that. Between the conversations he had with Bee and Patch, the situation with the yellow Scout, and the dealings with their sentient flamethrower, Jazz's resolve was being tested. He knew there had definitely been a trigger since it seemed to have been riled up around that same time.
Everything was going down the drain in a hurry in one direction or another. He lived for the pulls, as it kept him busy and focusing on other things other than his bothersome processor, but throwing it ontop of starvation didn't seem to be the correct combination. Maybe trying to distance himself from the kids would be in his best interest, in spite of the enjoyment he had when in their company, for the sake of finding his own calm center.
Perhaps not just the kids.
Jazz leaned back on his servos and just stared at everything and nothing all at once.
"Ya ready, Cliffjumper?"
"Always."
"Try not to have too much fun without me."
"Just keep your channels open in case the rescuers need some rescuing!"
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:: Cliff, what are ya doin'?! :::: Gettin' my jump on! ::
A jump that proved to be a failure, but he had expected that. A precision shot to the fuel lines rectified it. "Yeah, ya jumped into that one." Dummy.
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"So there we were, surrounded by the enemy forces...""Don't you mean I was surrounded by the enemy forces? I was busy watchin' your back while you were tryin' to break the Decepticon's little toy more. Pretty sure I was the only one in danger."
"You're lucky I spotted that enemy on the left!"
"I told you to worry about you. I had it covered."
"I WAS worried about me."
That brought on some laughter from the others at Jazz's expense, and received a scolding look from the older mech, in which Cliffjumper clearly seemed to pretend not to notice as he went on with his story. Jazz would have rolled his optics if he had a pair, but a shake of his helm would do. If the red mech wanted to boost his ego with their comrades, Jazz would let him, especially since the mech seemed to enjoy telling these far-fetched tales.
"So I rerouted the toxic waste back to the server core and blew the facility sky high. Of course, saving the day."
He could have dispersed this little party by pulling rank, but he opted not to and just sat in his seat at the opposite end of the table, chin in his servo as he watched and listened in as the story continued, a small smile creeping to his face.
"Yeah, ya really saved the day back then. Saved my aft too, as much as I hated to admit it." Jazz sat next to the pile of stones that made up the makeshift grave for the mech. "Wish I would have been here to return the favor, buddy."
He'd been losing himself to his thoughts quite frequently as of late, which was highly irregular of him. He chalked it up to the rationing of the resources as the source of the issue, but somehow he didn't think it was just that. Between the conversations he had with Bee and Patch, the situation with the yellow Scout, and the dealings with their sentient flamethrower, Jazz's resolve was being tested. He knew there had definitely been a trigger since it seemed to have been riled up around that same time.
Everything was going down the drain in a hurry in one direction or another. He lived for the pulls, as it kept him busy and focusing on other things other than his bothersome processor, but throwing it ontop of starvation didn't seem to be the correct combination. Maybe trying to distance himself from the kids would be in his best interest, in spite of the enjoyment he had when in their company, for the sake of finding his own calm center.
Perhaps not just the kids.
Jazz leaned back on his servos and just stared at everything and nothing all at once.