We Are Who We Are!

Jazz

For those that enjoy fanfiction as much as I do, here’s another G1 related story by Jazzbot! This story follows Behind The Visor! Art above by your’s truly, I still need to color it!

Here’s a bit of a teaser…

“Get back here Ironhide! I’m not finished with you yet!”

In his quarter’s Jazz groaned as he was rudely awoken from a very short sleep cycle by the yelling right outside his door. He rubbed his optics from under his visor, then sat up and looked at the clock hanging on the far wall, which was shaped like an old-fashioned vinyl record. Autobots didn’t really need clocks, what with them having chronometers and all, but this had been a Christmas gift from Blaster, so Jazz had decided to use it. The current position of the clock’s hands indicated that it was 7AM. He’d only had four Earth hours of sleep.

“An’ I’m tellin’ you I feel fine”, another voice yelled back, this one with a distinctive Southern drawl.

All this yelling was making Jazz’s audio receptors ache. He stood up, went to the door and hit the lock. The door slid open and he stepped out into one of the Ark’s many passageways. To his right stood Ironhide, one hand on the wall, patched up in about half a dozen places. Jazz winced when he saw him. On his left stood Ratchet, the white Autobot medic, arms crossed in front of his chest and frowning. The two Autobots looked at Jazz and then glared at each other again.

“Jazz, could you please tell Ironhide to get his no-good red aft back in the repair bay”, Ratchet growled.

“Jazz, you can tell Ratchet that all my nuts and bolts are in place and I am going on duty”, Ironhide retorted before Jazz could say anything.

Jazz was not ready to handle this type of thing at this hour of the morning. He stepped back into his room and slammed the door shut. Ratchet and Ironhide looked at each other and then at the closed door.

“Now what’s gotten into him?” Ironhide shrugged.

Before Ratchet could answer, loud rock music blared out. The two Autobots covered their audials in pain.

“I think it means he doesn’t want us around here”, Ratchet said. “Now lets go”.

Before Ironhide could react, Ratchet had snatched the red robot’s hand and began dragging him back to the repair bay.

For the full story, follow the link below!

We Are Who We Are

 

We still have some BJ Ward Autographs left! We would prefer to keep the sales in the States and Canada only though! And please contact me before sending any money, to make sure we still have prints!

We have just a few Allura prints left, a few Scarlett prints, and a few Valma prints.

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