Raining Mechs and Dogs
Characters: Jazz, open (whoever wants to find him basically)
Content: Jazz's very subtle arrival.
Location: Outskirts of Iacon
Time of day: Early evening
Warnings: n/a
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
Jazz was screaming. And not just one of those 'a friend took me by surprise by clapping me on the back when I wasn't paying attention' scream but a full out terrified scream. Later on, if asked about it, he might be embarrassed, but right now, he seemed to be falling without any end in sight, and for him what had happened literally just seconds ago Jazz felt he had every right to be screaming.
The last thing he remembered was a shout of warning, then Megatron's overwhelming strength and indescribable pain as a torrent of warnings and alerts flashed across his visor and his body was ripped in two. Okay, maybe going up against Megatron alone the way he did wasn't really that great an idea. But he couldn't see any way out of the situation they were in at the time. Megatron had been RIGHT THERE, and their human allies weren't ready yet so someone had to go and distract that slagger. Hopefully his death hadn't been in vain.
Wait. Dead. He was supposed to be dead and not alive and screaming. Or as the humans say, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit the bullet, six feet under, pushing up the daisies and a myriad of other clever sayings. Not that he understood some of them but he'd found the phrases rather amusing.
Ah well, he could find out later when he landed.
And although the thought 'if he landed' flashed through his processor, it wasn't long before he hit the ground with a resounding crash, leaving a small crater and him groaning in pain. Warnings and alerts flashed across his visor like before, but he didn't need those to know that he needed medical attention and fast, considering the amount of pain he was in, especially around his mid-section.
Opening a channel, he broadcasted an Autobot distress signal, hoping that a friendly would pick it up and respond. As he did so, his visor picked up two turbo foxes sniffing at the edge of his crater.
"Odd...when's the last time I saw one of those?"
Content: Jazz's very subtle arrival.
Location: Outskirts of Iacon
Time of day: Early evening
Warnings: n/a
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active
Jazz was screaming. And not just one of those 'a friend took me by surprise by clapping me on the back when I wasn't paying attention' scream but a full out terrified scream. Later on, if asked about it, he might be embarrassed, but right now, he seemed to be falling without any end in sight, and for him what had happened literally just seconds ago Jazz felt he had every right to be screaming.
The last thing he remembered was a shout of warning, then Megatron's overwhelming strength and indescribable pain as a torrent of warnings and alerts flashed across his visor and his body was ripped in two. Okay, maybe going up against Megatron alone the way he did wasn't really that great an idea. But he couldn't see any way out of the situation they were in at the time. Megatron had been RIGHT THERE, and their human allies weren't ready yet so someone had to go and distract that slagger. Hopefully his death hadn't been in vain.
Wait. Dead. He was supposed to be dead and not alive and screaming. Or as the humans say, kicked the bucket, bought the farm, bit the bullet, six feet under, pushing up the daisies and a myriad of other clever sayings. Not that he understood some of them but he'd found the phrases rather amusing.
Ah well, he could find out later when he landed.
And although the thought 'if he landed' flashed through his processor, it wasn't long before he hit the ground with a resounding crash, leaving a small crater and him groaning in pain. Warnings and alerts flashed across his visor like before, but he didn't need those to know that he needed medical attention and fast, considering the amount of pain he was in, especially around his mid-section.
Opening a channel, he broadcasted an Autobot distress signal, hoping that a friendly would pick it up and respond. As he did so, his visor picked up two turbo foxes sniffing at the edge of his crater.
"Odd...when's the last time I saw one of those?"