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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

 

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Behind The Visor

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I haven’t spotlighted much Fan Fiction here, I should change that! If you have time today, read Behind The Visor. The Autobots truly are a A close-knit family, as you’ll see in this amazing story. This story was written in 2004 by Jazzbot.

A BIT OF A TEASER

Jazz’s sleek Porsche sports car mode zipped smoothly through the rough desert landscape. The new coat of paint on his exostructure gleamed in the early morning sun. On his own he would have been deemed stunning, but as his luck would have it he was not alone. If the sun gleamed off of him, then it pretty much shone dazzlingly off of the sleek red and yellow Lamborghini forms of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker who drove equally smoothly on either side of him. Why were they driving through the desert at that hour of the morning? It was all part of Sideswipe’s ingenious plan for the three of them to go overnight camping.

Cajoling Prowl and Ratchet into letting them go had been easy enough for Sideswipe. Prowl had just told him to get the scrap out of the room and not bother him for the rest of the day, while Ratchet, who had pretty much yelled out the same thing, had also added the threat that should any of them come back the next day needing repairs, he would not hesitate to rip off the injured part and beat them senseless with it before he repaired them and had them thrown in the brig for disobeying the Chief Medical Officer.

But convincing Sunstreaker to tag along had to have been nothing short of miraculous. It was either that or Sideswipe had blackmailed the yellow mech by threatening to reveal some secret or the other to the entire Autobot squad if he refused to come. Sideswipe hadn’t told Jazz how he’d done it, but Jazz strongly suspected the latter possibility. The two were brothers after all and knew each other inside out.

As for the purpose of this little camping trip. All they’d told him was that they were taking him out for a holiday to help him recover from his recent batch of injuries. He’d also been depressed lately, which was quite unusual for someone like Jazz, so this trip was also supposed to cheer him up and get his mind off of whatever was bothering him. And truth be told, he was happy with the arrangements.

Word about Jazz’s accident and recovery had spread through the Autobot grapevine aka Bluestreak, and when Jazz walked into the lounge earlier that morning, almost all the other Autobots had gathered there to welcome him back as if he’d been gone for months instead of just two days. While he appreciated all the attention, he was also a bit overwhelmed by it. Finally Ratchet had come in, and after threatening to report those on duty to Prowl if they didn’t get their tailpipes to their posts in the next five minutes, at the same time hurling colorful abuse to the remainder, he managed to clear most of the lounge of its occupants.

At last, only Jazz and Blaster were left and he had used the opportunity to catch up with his friend.

“Hey man, I’m sorry for what happened the other day. I didn’t mean to get you into trouble or anything”, he said.

“What’re you talking about man?” Blaster asked. “Wasn’t your fault. I’m responsible for my own actions. I drank too much and I paid the price for it. If anything, I should be apologizing to you”.

“Nothing to apologize for Blaster m’man. I just hope you didn’t have to pay too high a price”.

“Nah. Prowl had me on guard duty all day and banned me from listening to any music during that time”.

“Oh man, I am sorry”, Jazz said. He knew Blaster’s greatest love was music. “That must have been rough”.

“I managed. But nevermind me man, how about you? I heard what happened, you got hurt bad. You gonna be ok? Give me some assurance here”.

“I’m just a bit sore, that’s all. Ratchet did a bang up job of putting me back together. And just an hour ago Hoist gave me a paint job even Sunstreaker would be proud of”.

“That’s great man. But how about otherwise? I couldn’t help noticing you’ve not been your usual shiny happy self this past week. Wanna talk about what’s on your mind?”

“I’m that transparent huh?” Jazz looked up as the twins walked into the lounge at that point. “Its nothing man, I’m fine”, he said to Blaster. “Hey, I gotta go right now, but we’ll catch up when I get back? Maybe hit a club or something?”

“No problem dude. Just keep the high-grade stuff away. Have a great trip Jazz”.

Jazz waved back as he followed the brothers out of the lounge. Blaster watched them go-.

 

Read the full story at: Behind The Visor

 

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