[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Gotta Knock A Little Harder [ Closed | Red Alert ]
Aug 10, 2021 21:53:26 GMT -5
Post by Jazz on Aug 10, 2021 21:53:26 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 3 Day 7
Happiness is just a word to me
And it might of meant a thing or two
If I had known the difference...
Everything had been so chaotic around the base that Jazz could barely keep up, and no one could blame that on old age. Between Ratchet being reduced to his old frat boy days and two of the kiddos- Patch and Hot Rod- being taken or gone missing, they were down their two actually trained medics and... whatever Hot Rod was outside of a pain in the aft.
Patch. He'd given the kid such a hard time that he almost regretted it now. He never had swung by to say anything to her, even though there was much he wanted to. Notes of encouragement were all he could drudge up but that was nothing in comparison to a face to face engagement. If something were to happen to her at the hands of the Decepticons...
There was a tug somewhere that reminded him that there wasn't time for this. They would mount up whatever plan they needed to and they'd get them back or drag them back screaming or what have you before things started to turn sour. Prowl was here so he could come up with something, and they had more than enough able bodies that could raid the cons and toss Screamer out on his backside so fast his helm would spin. Hopefully it would be something to happen sooner than later, because if anyone knew Jazz like Optimus, it was Prowl. But Prowl was much more aware of the underhanded things Jazz could and would do once he got tired of sitting around waiting for things to be ironed out and settled. The strategist probably had one optic on him at all times just to ensure Jazz didn't go off trying to be a solitary hero again.
For now, he had to pretend he was keeping it all together. At least in the case of the mech he was on his way to see.
"Yo, Red. It's me." Sure, he should have announced exactly who 'me' was and under normal circumstances with a normal mech he would have and then waited to be allowed in. This was neither of those things. "Don't blow me up." He opened the door and stepped inside then closed the door and leaned against it momentarily. Not that he actually expected Red to really blow him up since he'd take himself and this entire base out as collateral damage. He did expect to be chewed out for violating the sanctity of his private space.
Time to just wait it out and see what would happen.
Step one: Run head first into the lion's den.
Happiness is just a word to me
And it might of meant a thing or two
If I had known the difference...
Everything had been so chaotic around the base that Jazz could barely keep up, and no one could blame that on old age. Between Ratchet being reduced to his old frat boy days and two of the kiddos- Patch and Hot Rod- being taken or gone missing, they were down their two actually trained medics and... whatever Hot Rod was outside of a pain in the aft.
Patch. He'd given the kid such a hard time that he almost regretted it now. He never had swung by to say anything to her, even though there was much he wanted to. Notes of encouragement were all he could drudge up but that was nothing in comparison to a face to face engagement. If something were to happen to her at the hands of the Decepticons...
There was a tug somewhere that reminded him that there wasn't time for this. They would mount up whatever plan they needed to and they'd get them back or drag them back screaming or what have you before things started to turn sour. Prowl was here so he could come up with something, and they had more than enough able bodies that could raid the cons and toss Screamer out on his backside so fast his helm would spin. Hopefully it would be something to happen sooner than later, because if anyone knew Jazz like Optimus, it was Prowl. But Prowl was much more aware of the underhanded things Jazz could and would do once he got tired of sitting around waiting for things to be ironed out and settled. The strategist probably had one optic on him at all times just to ensure Jazz didn't go off trying to be a solitary hero again.
For now, he had to pretend he was keeping it all together. At least in the case of the mech he was on his way to see.
"Yo, Red. It's me." Sure, he should have announced exactly who 'me' was and under normal circumstances with a normal mech he would have and then waited to be allowed in. This was neither of those things. "Don't blow me up." He opened the door and stepped inside then closed the door and leaned against it momentarily. Not that he actually expected Red to really blow him up since he'd take himself and this entire base out as collateral damage. He did expect to be chewed out for violating the sanctity of his private space.
Time to just wait it out and see what would happen.
Step one: Run head first into the lion's den.