ZOMG It's Rhythm & Hues!!!
cIt's sad really. This has been waiting for me to type it up for three weeks now. This actually ends the Rhythm & Hues: Interlude! *dances* Now to actually work on the 2nd Arc!
Title Rhythm & Hues: Interlude
Characters Hues, Mirage, Jazz, Bumblebee, Rhythm
Warnings Um.... none that I can think of ...
Prejudice>
"Do any of you ever miss Cybertron?"
An assortment of groans and engine rumbles met that innocent question. Hound was the only one to laugh as he looked expectantly at Mirage. Hues looked about, her optics dim in confusion.
"What did I say?"
"You closed a circuit's what you did," Huffer grumped, his gaze on the blue and white spy. "Well, come on Mirage, may as well get it over with, I'll rust before you're finished as it is."
Hues tilted her head. "I take it you miss Cybetron then." her optics flashed with amusement.
Mirage sighed, settling back into the couche. "More than you could possibly imagine. Earth has nothing to compare with the magnificance of the Lorhalt Towers. There is no darkness under their lights, only colors."
Hues smiled. "You lived in the streets of Lorhalt? I never even had a chance to stand in the outskirts."
Mirage laughed as the others groaned. "No, Hues. I actually lived in the Towers."
Hues optics dimmed as she drew her doorwings back. "You lived in the Towers?" Her voice whined with strain, and Mirage saw Rhythm's attention turn for Seaspray. "As a servant of one of the Tower Lords?"
Rhythm's fingers brushed the yellow minibot's shoulder and Mirage heard her excuse herself before she approached their small gatheing.
"No, they were my Towers."
The dancer jerked to her feet, her optics wide and bright, her doorwings rigid. "What?" Her voice held no hint of her normal flirtatious humor.
Mirage frowned at this unusual reaction. "Is there something-"
"You fragging piece of scrap, sorry excuse for a mech! You're one of those slagsucking rich playtoys?"
Mirage's frown morphed into a scowl, and he reached for the red dancer." Now, see here, Hues."
She flung her hands up, stepping out of his reach.. "Don't you touch me," her shrill voice attracted the attention of the rest of the room.
Blaster stepped around the couch, his hands lifted in placation. "Hey now, cats, no need to scat so loud. Raj hasn't done anything."
"And you don't think that he will?"
Silence fell over the room, so that Rhythm's hand clanging against her chevron rang loud.
Hues' optics burned bright with an anger at odds with her usual demeanor. "What did it cost to buy your way into safety?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Hues leaned forward to jab a finger into the formula-1 car's chestplate. "How much did you pay to stay off the frontlines, huh? Do you have the Decepticons in your subspace, too?"
Mirage's hands balled into fists, his engine ground almost painfully. Words churned through his processor, but none seemed fitting for this affrontery.
"Money and energon chips is all that no god slot underst-"
A grey hand slapped down on Hues' doorwing. "I think that's enough, Hues. Whatever he might have been, Mirage is an Autobot, the same as the rest of us. You will keep that in mind, or find yourself on Prowl's bad side."
Hues glared at Wheeljack, her optics narrowed. "I didn't realize Prowl had a good side." She turned back to Mirage, lifting her chin. "You can just stay out of my way." She pulled out of the inventor's grasp and stalked out of the rec room.
"Mirage, it's not you," Rhythm hesitated, shifting from one foot to the other, her optics turninf from Mirage to the door. Her doorwings lifted and she cast a small smile at the Ligier. "It' just-" she paused again. "Ask Jazz." She turned and hurred after her sister.
"Ask Jazz? What's that supposed to mean? Rhythm?"
Wheeljack nudged Mirage's shoulder. "What brought that on?"
Mirage shrugged. "I'm not entirely clear myself." He turned and sought out his supervising officer.
****
"Raj-man, the Bee was jus' tellin' me that he managed to spoil that little toy y' found out by th' coal mines."
Mirage tilted his head toward the minibot. "I had no doubt that Bumblebee would be able to handle it. I was going to make a circuit of the other mines in that area."
Jazz gave the Formula-1 a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan, m'man. When were ya gonna start?" The saboteur lifted a datapad expectantly.
"Well, I was going after patrol-"
"I gotcher patrol." The Porsche smirked at Mirage's surprise.
"I take it they're a danger?"
Jazz shrugged. "Is anythin' made by the 'Cons anything but? 'Bee, why dontcha go finish your repart so I can give it t' Prowl 'froe he blows a fuse."
Bumblebee grinned, standing up to mave around the race car. "Late on your reports again?"
"By how many solar cycles?" Mirage added in, allowing a smile to grace his face.
"Oh, 'bout a month behind. If i'm too much later I'll be losin' my free time." His vocalizer clicked. "Can't have that happen. Crimp my style like that. It ain't happenin'." Jazz's hand pounded the arm of the chair he sat in, then he pointed toward the door. "Now, get t'work." His grin offset his authoritative tone.
The yellow minibot left with a laugh.
The face Jazz turned back, Mirage was a sharp contrast to the one he usually showed the world. "I didn't call y'hear, Raj. So I'm guessing that y' needed something. What's up?"
Mirage held himself still, though his fingers longed to tap his legs. "Rhythm told me to speak to you. I don't quite know what set Hues off." He paused, he was rambling, and not making any sense, he knew. He went on to explain what happened to the saboteur who took ait all in with his normal earnest expression.
"By the end of Mirage's taile, Jazz was shaking his hanging head. "Aw man, I can't believe she's still hung up 'bout that." He looked up at the spy. "It ain't you, Raj, if that's whatcher worried about."
Mirage leaned back. "Then what is it?"
Jazz hesitated, as though he didn't know what to say. Mirage knew better.
Jazz always knew what to say. "She really shoulda gotten over it by now. It's been a couple'a megavorns, since it..." He paused, quirking both his head and his mouth tot he side. "'Cept, it hasn't, has it?" He sat back, swinging his chair as his fingers danced on his legs. The saboteur sighed from his vents and turned his attention to the spy. "I keep forgettin' that thay were in stasis longer'n us." He rubbed at his horns, discomfort in his face. "Sorry, Raj. Skipped my processor. We were never that well-to-do. I mean, we had money, and we were comfortable, but we weren't one'a the bands an elite would call." Mirage nodded his understanding. "Bu' one'a them, someone's sparkling, no doubt, watched one'a our shows with a bunch'a his lower-class friends. Hues caught his optics and he invited her to perform at a private party." Jazz paused, his lips pressed together and his grip tightened on his thigh.
Miarge dimmed his optics. He didn't need the saboteur explain any further. He knew the way Tower mechs worked. He'd done similar things in the past. "I can imagine what happened from there, Jazz. I'm sorry to have brought it up." Mirage stood to leave.
Jazz halted him with a gesture. "It wouldn't have been so bad, cause she won't unwillin', but they were rough with here. An' when they left, they threw money at her, like she was some cheap... doll." The saboteur tilted his lips in a crooked smile. "Like I said, it ain't you, Raj."
"I would never do that," the spy huffed.
"I know that. Anyways, if y' did, they both gang up on you. An' now that they have some armor installed, they could probably hurt you."
Mirage lifted a dubious browridge at his team leader.
"Well, they could, if ya held still." Jazz smiled, standing and he moved to leave, patting the spy's shoulder. "There ain't nothing y'can do, Raj. Jes give her some time t get used ta ya."
"I hope so, Jazz. I hate that she would think that of me."
The saboteur paused to glance back at the spy. "Time, Raj, that's all she needs."
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Have you ever done something, planned it carefully out so that it makes sense? Then you go and see someone else do something similar and turn a potentially good thing into crap. It makes me twitch. I am twitching.
Title Rhythm & Hues: Interlude
Characters Hues, Mirage, Jazz, Bumblebee, Rhythm
Warnings Um.... none that I can think of ...
Prejudice>
"Do any of you ever miss Cybertron?"
An assortment of groans and engine rumbles met that innocent question. Hound was the only one to laugh as he looked expectantly at Mirage. Hues looked about, her optics dim in confusion.
"What did I say?"
"You closed a circuit's what you did," Huffer grumped, his gaze on the blue and white spy. "Well, come on Mirage, may as well get it over with, I'll rust before you're finished as it is."
Hues tilted her head. "I take it you miss Cybetron then." her optics flashed with amusement.
Mirage sighed, settling back into the couche. "More than you could possibly imagine. Earth has nothing to compare with the magnificance of the Lorhalt Towers. There is no darkness under their lights, only colors."
Hues smiled. "You lived in the streets of Lorhalt? I never even had a chance to stand in the outskirts."
Mirage laughed as the others groaned. "No, Hues. I actually lived in the Towers."
Hues optics dimmed as she drew her doorwings back. "You lived in the Towers?" Her voice whined with strain, and Mirage saw Rhythm's attention turn for Seaspray. "As a servant of one of the Tower Lords?"
Rhythm's fingers brushed the yellow minibot's shoulder and Mirage heard her excuse herself before she approached their small gatheing.
"No, they were my Towers."
The dancer jerked to her feet, her optics wide and bright, her doorwings rigid. "What?" Her voice held no hint of her normal flirtatious humor.
Mirage frowned at this unusual reaction. "Is there something-"
"You fragging piece of scrap, sorry excuse for a mech! You're one of those slagsucking rich playtoys?"
Mirage's frown morphed into a scowl, and he reached for the red dancer." Now, see here, Hues."
She flung her hands up, stepping out of his reach.. "Don't you touch me," her shrill voice attracted the attention of the rest of the room.
Blaster stepped around the couch, his hands lifted in placation. "Hey now, cats, no need to scat so loud. Raj hasn't done anything."
"And you don't think that he will?"
Silence fell over the room, so that Rhythm's hand clanging against her chevron rang loud.
Hues' optics burned bright with an anger at odds with her usual demeanor. "What did it cost to buy your way into safety?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Hues leaned forward to jab a finger into the formula-1 car's chestplate. "How much did you pay to stay off the frontlines, huh? Do you have the Decepticons in your subspace, too?"
Mirage's hands balled into fists, his engine ground almost painfully. Words churned through his processor, but none seemed fitting for this affrontery.
"Money and energon chips is all that no god slot underst-"
A grey hand slapped down on Hues' doorwing. "I think that's enough, Hues. Whatever he might have been, Mirage is an Autobot, the same as the rest of us. You will keep that in mind, or find yourself on Prowl's bad side."
Hues glared at Wheeljack, her optics narrowed. "I didn't realize Prowl had a good side." She turned back to Mirage, lifting her chin. "You can just stay out of my way." She pulled out of the inventor's grasp and stalked out of the rec room.
"Mirage, it's not you," Rhythm hesitated, shifting from one foot to the other, her optics turninf from Mirage to the door. Her doorwings lifted and she cast a small smile at the Ligier. "It' just-" she paused again. "Ask Jazz." She turned and hurred after her sister.
"Ask Jazz? What's that supposed to mean? Rhythm?"
Wheeljack nudged Mirage's shoulder. "What brought that on?"
Mirage shrugged. "I'm not entirely clear myself." He turned and sought out his supervising officer.
****
"Raj-man, the Bee was jus' tellin' me that he managed to spoil that little toy y' found out by th' coal mines."
Mirage tilted his head toward the minibot. "I had no doubt that Bumblebee would be able to handle it. I was going to make a circuit of the other mines in that area."
Jazz gave the Formula-1 a thumbs up. "Sounds like a plan, m'man. When were ya gonna start?" The saboteur lifted a datapad expectantly.
"Well, I was going after patrol-"
"I gotcher patrol." The Porsche smirked at Mirage's surprise.
"I take it they're a danger?"
Jazz shrugged. "Is anythin' made by the 'Cons anything but? 'Bee, why dontcha go finish your repart so I can give it t' Prowl 'froe he blows a fuse."
Bumblebee grinned, standing up to mave around the race car. "Late on your reports again?"
"By how many solar cycles?" Mirage added in, allowing a smile to grace his face.
"Oh, 'bout a month behind. If i'm too much later I'll be losin' my free time." His vocalizer clicked. "Can't have that happen. Crimp my style like that. It ain't happenin'." Jazz's hand pounded the arm of the chair he sat in, then he pointed toward the door. "Now, get t'work." His grin offset his authoritative tone.
The yellow minibot left with a laugh.
The face Jazz turned back, Mirage was a sharp contrast to the one he usually showed the world. "I didn't call y'hear, Raj. So I'm guessing that y' needed something. What's up?"
Mirage held himself still, though his fingers longed to tap his legs. "Rhythm told me to speak to you. I don't quite know what set Hues off." He paused, he was rambling, and not making any sense, he knew. He went on to explain what happened to the saboteur who took ait all in with his normal earnest expression.
"By the end of Mirage's taile, Jazz was shaking his hanging head. "Aw man, I can't believe she's still hung up 'bout that." He looked up at the spy. "It ain't you, Raj, if that's whatcher worried about."
Mirage leaned back. "Then what is it?"
Jazz hesitated, as though he didn't know what to say. Mirage knew better.
Jazz always knew what to say. "She really shoulda gotten over it by now. It's been a couple'a megavorns, since it..." He paused, quirking both his head and his mouth tot he side. "'Cept, it hasn't, has it?" He sat back, swinging his chair as his fingers danced on his legs. The saboteur sighed from his vents and turned his attention to the spy. "I keep forgettin' that thay were in stasis longer'n us." He rubbed at his horns, discomfort in his face. "Sorry, Raj. Skipped my processor. We were never that well-to-do. I mean, we had money, and we were comfortable, but we weren't one'a the bands an elite would call." Mirage nodded his understanding. "Bu' one'a them, someone's sparkling, no doubt, watched one'a our shows with a bunch'a his lower-class friends. Hues caught his optics and he invited her to perform at a private party." Jazz paused, his lips pressed together and his grip tightened on his thigh.
Miarge dimmed his optics. He didn't need the saboteur explain any further. He knew the way Tower mechs worked. He'd done similar things in the past. "I can imagine what happened from there, Jazz. I'm sorry to have brought it up." Mirage stood to leave.
Jazz halted him with a gesture. "It wouldn't have been so bad, cause she won't unwillin', but they were rough with here. An' when they left, they threw money at her, like she was some cheap... doll." The saboteur tilted his lips in a crooked smile. "Like I said, it ain't you, Raj."
"I would never do that," the spy huffed.
"I know that. Anyways, if y' did, they both gang up on you. An' now that they have some armor installed, they could probably hurt you."
Mirage lifted a dubious browridge at his team leader.
"Well, they could, if ya held still." Jazz smiled, standing and he moved to leave, patting the spy's shoulder. "There ain't nothing y'can do, Raj. Jes give her some time t get used ta ya."
"I hope so, Jazz. I hate that she would think that of me."
The saboteur paused to glance back at the spy. "Time, Raj, that's all she needs."
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Have you ever done something, planned it carefully out so that it makes sense? Then you go and see someone else do something similar and turn a potentially good thing into crap. It makes me twitch. I am twitching.