A visitor for the old man
((Note: 'dvJazz' is my Jazz. 'Jazz' is the other mun's Jazz.))
Dreadnought: *PINpoints in and looks around* Yo, Jazz, you here, man?
Jazz: *waves* right here right here, mech XD
Dread: You feel like doin' some travelin'?
Jazz: depends. can i keep up with you? XD
Dread: *goes to one knee* I'd be PINpointin' us right there.
Jazz: ... wtf's PINpointin'? sure XD
Dread: A way of gettin' places your people'd probably rather you didn' have. Alright, let somebody know yer goin'. I don't need any spazzin'.
Jazz: um. commed Blaster - le's go.
Dread: *not confident of Blaster's ability to serve as a messenger. Frowns slightly*
Jazz: hey, no. he's cool, trust me.
Dread: Tell Aidan too.
Jazz: *rolls optics behind visor and salutes* done and doner. can we go now? XD
Dread: Yeah. Come on over here. We got one stop before we get where we're goin'. I gotta get the old man some Sunrises.
Jazz: *walks over to* Sunrises? what're those?
Dread: You'll see. *PINpoints them to Blue's bar*
Blue: *looks up with hands on hips* What have I told you about using the door?
Dread: *blink* I forgot.
Jazz: waurgh @_@ *dizzy*
Dread: *puts a hand on his back to make sure he doesn't fall over*
Blue: *looks at him* You're not Dreadnought's dad.
Jazz: mmnope. not. he can't walk, can he?
Blue: What? *shoots Dreadnought a look*
Dread: *shrugs and goes pokerfaced* Stuff happened. But he's gonna be alright.
Blue: *shakes head* I'll get your regular order. You want anything, Jazz?
Jazz: i think.. m'good. i think.
Dread: Give him a big Sunrise.
Blue: Alright. Your tab?
Dread: Yeah.
Jazz: *peers at Dreadnought* i dun even know what one o'em does, Dread.
Dread: Tastes good. *takes the big fabric bag Blue hands him and thanks her for it, then watches as she offers Jazz a glowing orange stone about the size of his fist. It's got yellow veins, and smells like high quality midgrade energon with some flavoring added*
Jazz: *takes it with a nod, peering at it before tasting* well. tastes like.. what d'the humans have, oranges?
Dread: *makes a face* Man, those things smell nasty. Hold on, we're goin' again.
Jazz: what XD mmk. go.
Dread: *Teleports again, and comes out in a big, comfortably furnished room with metal lined walls and living room furniture that will not only comfortably fit Dreadnought, but people more Jazz's size too. Over in one corner of the room is a berth, and there's a Jazz laying there recharging as a four foot tall bot with one big optic watches over him.*
Mini-Constructicon: *looks around* Hey, D-man! He's okay-slept the whole time you was gone!
Dread: Good job, MC. Now get lost for awhile, alright?
MC: You got it, bossman! *jumps down and runs off*
Jazz: ..*points after MC* whozzat?
Dread: *walking softly toward the berth* Mini-Constructicon. They're my minions.
Jazz: ...riiiight. *follows after Dread carefully*
Dread: *without turning* Don't gimme that look. It was their idea.
dvJazz: *moves slightly and unshutteres slightly dull optics* Who you talkin' to, Dready?
Dread: *kneels by the berth and takes out a smallish Sunrise with thin walls, which he pops a hole in* Brought somebody ta see you, old man. *His deep voice is full of affection as he speaks, and so are his movements as he gently props his creator up and helps him drink the liquid from the Sunrise.*
Jazz: wasn't givin' a look XP *grows silent and tilts his head, watching the other self and Dread*
dvJazz: *sighs with satisfaction as Dreadnought lays him down again, then turns his head to grin at his alt* I would'a. Hey, man. Sup?
Jazz: *grins* you might. i kinda see 'im as huge. and thus, bigger'n me. not much, i guess. 'sides being whirled around by Dread and feeling dizzy....
dvJazz: *tries to move himself, using only one arm, then grins a thanks as Dreadnought moves him* He's still jes' my kid.
Dread: I'll be next door. Com me if ya need somethin', Old man. *gets up and goes*
Jazz: hmm. i can see that. *waves to Dread* catcha, man. Aidan sorta terrifies me sometimes, but, still my sparklin' XD
dvJazz: I couldn' never be scared 'a Dready no more. *turns head a little restlessly, then reaches over and lifts his dead arm to lay it on his chest* Aiden, huh? What's 'e like?
Jazz: Aidan's, well.. Aidan's different. 'tween being sparked by me and another officer, most of the base was involved in raisin' him. so, he's kinda spoiled? or was. he's turned out t'be a good mech, lil confused on personal matters, but.. he's got his spark set in what he does.
dvJazz: Another officer... lemme guess... Prowl? :\
Jazz: i sed nuthin'.
dvJazz: Sorry, man. Just... he my brother here. The guy I got rusty drunk with the day my... spark-mate left.
Jazz: dun worry, man. i ain't got nuthin' that sez Prowl is th' epitome of what all Jazzes should be with. matter o'fact, y'could argue that there is somethin' wrong wit' me t'be involved with him, c'uz, heh, there is. ^^
dvJazz: I've run inta people in the Nexus that sure figured I oughtta be. 'N then there's the guy that's with Bee. 'N if that ain't jes' nasty... I like their kids, though.
Jazz: nah. mechs should be wit' who makes 'em happy. dun needta listen t'anyone who sez elsewhys, y'know?
dvJazz: Hrrmm. *perks* 'Course, then there's the Jazz that's with Elita....
Jazz: Elita? like, Elita-One, Elita? XD
dvJazz: Yup! They got four kids too, 'n three came in one batch.
Jazz: aw. triplets! we only got a few twins in my world.
dvJazz: *chuckles* We got some sets'a five, but they ain't bond sparks. This was identical mechs 'n a different sparked femme. Rom, Beat, 'n Halweh.
Jazz: complicated. XD i dun think we had but one set'a twins that were bond sparks. and they were technically sparked offa Earth, and were 'Cons at the time... one still is, too.
dvJazz: *chuckles, but then sobers and winces slightly as his engine coughs*
Jazz: *grimaces* anything i can do..?
dvJazz: *shakes head.* I just gotta take it easy, Ratch sez. Those sparks, what're their names?
Jazz: which 'uns, the bond sparks?
dvJazz: Yeah.
Jazz: FrostBite and FireBond. Fire's a 'Bot now - Red Alert found him as a itty bitty sparkling xD we thought that Eclipse and Solar Flare were bond-twins, but, she managed to bond to Wakejumper without Solar involved, so.. eh, maybe twin-sparks and bond-twins are different...
dvJazz: No. Bond sparks is the kids you get when a bonded femme's spark buds. Twins're same-sparked or separate-sparked.
Jazz: see, we got different definitions. bond sparks are either bonded sparks, or, in the case of twins, twin bond sparks that carry a distinct.. communications level that can be hacked. twin sparks are literally a spark that's split. half of the same whole, y'know? technicalities, though. what d'you mean when a femme's.. spark... buds? m'confused. sorta like, a lil clone o'herself?
dvJazz: We jes call bonded sparks bonded sparks. 'N I know about twins from the same spark... my daughter-in-law's one. *chuckles softly* No, man. See, when a femme 'n a mech bond, they're like one spark in two shells, right?
Jazz: mmyup.
MC: *peeks in and says softly* Yo, J-man. Lady E here, 'n she brought Bit. You up ta....
dvJazz: *perks right up* Jes a mo, Jazz, I gotta git me the Bit!
MC: *brings in a skinny little purple bot only six foot tall, who pauses and looks from one Jazz to the other with baby wonder*
dvJazz: *coaxingly* Bit... hey, my lil' man. You comin' up here fer a snuggle?
Bit: *blink blink, tries to climb up, but he's not very strong, and MC doesn't seem much good for helping*
Jazz: *gives Bit a little boost to properly get up there* there y'go, bitling.
Bit: *shy ^_^ as he snuggles up to dvJazz*
dvJazz: *arm around the bitty guy* Bit don't talk. But he still fine, ain't you my lil' man?
Bit: *sigh and make like nap time*
Jazz: not talkin' ain't bad sometimes. Aidan had a spell where he didn't talk with nuthin' but his doorwings. was kinda cute.
dvJazz: *slightly wistful* Bumble don't talk either, except ta repeat a few 'a Kup's favorite words. But Bit don't even use much body language. Guess he ain't got the energy. *looks down at the tiny mech, whose optics are shuttered peacefully*
What was we talkin' 'bout... oh yeah. Bondsparks. *chuckles* Naw, the new spark's got both the femme's code 'n her mate's.
Jazz: similiar stuff with us. and while this is fascinating, medic nor engineer was the top o'my 'things t'be when i get my full proto' list as a younglin', y'know?
dvJazz: Was too busy dancin', gettin' in trouble with Blaster 'n Soundwave, 'n watchin' girls.
Jazz: *cheeky grin* who, me?
dvJazz: Told Show my bondin' story once... too tired ta tell it now, but ask 'er. *tilts his head as a deep rumble comes from the other room* Wanna get a peek at Op's son? The one made from him 'n Ellie?
Jazz: ... izhe gonna be as huge as yours? cuz i dun think i could handle - waaait. didn't Dread say no movin'? cuz, if we're breakin' a rule....
dvJazz: He's big as Op. 'N I don't gotta move for you ta see.
Jazz: aww, really? no breakin' rules? XD
dvJazz: *quietly* I made a promise t' my son.
Jazz: *sighs softly* meant it assa joke. let's see this son, huh?
*sound of a clank and deep laughter from the other room*
dvJazz: *grins again, though there's sadness in his optics* Look through the door. They're out there in the hall tryin' not ta disturb me.
Jazz: tryin'? sounds like it happens a lot. *gets up with a grin and goes to the door to open it and stick his head through*
dvJazz: *softly behind him* Family noise ain't never gonna disturb me.
*The hallway is really an old mine shaft, and Dreadnought's standing a little distance away from the door, his fists raised as he poises lightly on his feet and challenges another tall mech to take a poke at him. The other mech, except for his colouring, is a dead ringer for Optimus. Colour-wise he's a dark pewter with lighter pinstriping on his arms.*
Diehard: *looking at Dreadnought with a grin. Not going to even try, thanks.*
Elita: *shaking her head at her son and his friend.*
Jazz: kiddin', old-me. jus' kiddin'. :3 *looks back outside* so this is where all the size went from my generation. totally skipped us. XD
dvJazz: Can't hear ya when you're over there, man. Stroke did a whammy on my sensors, too.
Jazz: *nods and crosses back over to the berth* jus' sayin' th' whole mess o'em is huge.
dvJazz: *chuckles* Yeah. Even most the new ones made here on Earth're pretty big. Jumper's an exception, but Ratchet didn' wanna make her bigger than her creators. *snerk* Would'a made it hard for Scorpy ta carry her around on his back.
Jazz: *nods* biggest one we have? issa lil flyer femme. she's just a chopper, though, nuthin' like th' Seekers.
*enter a twenty three foot tall burly white mech with black racing stripes and a pickup alt*
Sureshot: Jazz? ...Uh... we have two Jazzes now?
dvJazz: XD Jazz, I wantcha t' meet Bumble's son.
Jazz: yes. two Jazzes, and one o'us is totally ready to cause some mayhem ^^ Bumble? like, Bumblebee-Bumble?
Sureshot: *slight grin* Yeah, the little femme. I'm a lab baby. Wheeljack wasn't watching which spark samples he was using.
Jazz: *dramatic sigh* yea, that sounds like 'Jack. ours is waaay nuts. but, wouldn't be Wheeljack if he wasn't, would he? XD
Sureshot: *chuckles* You never even asked who my mech creator is.
dvJazz: *snigger*
Jazz: ... i need to? essentially, 'Jack made you, and he's a mech, so... *shrugs*
Sureshot: Yeah, but I'm not made from his spark. *grin grows* He nearly got killed when the doner found out.
Jazz: idiot XD gotta love him, anyway. he nearly gets killed with everything he does, have you noticed that?
dvJazz: *chuckle* Ours ain't that bad. But if Op hadn' held Chromia back he'd 'a bought it that time. She gave 'Hide a bond spark, but the thought'a him havin' one with somebody else nearly made her optics go red.
Jazz: wow. so, he was really almost dead :3
Sureshot: Uh huh.
Jazz: *shakes head* poor mech... though, wanna hear how boring my universe is?
Sureshot: *tilts head and give a quizzical beep... thus showing how newly online he actually is*
dvJazz: *sniggering softly at the beep*
Jazz: *grins, chooses not to mention the beep* really, i'm from such a boring universe. most interesting thing we've had thus far was an alternate reality jumping thing me and 'Jack did, and a pair of twins that were born split up in either parent, y'know?
Sureshot: *blinks* Twins born in... is that some of that 'boom chica bow wow' that Psych mentioned?
dvJazz: Uh huh.
Sureshot: Oh. Well, I've never been to another reality, so that sounds pretty exciting.
Jazz: s'madness over there. and we seem t'be gleemechs compared to here. o.o might cause some people to fritz >.> <.< >.>;
Sureshot: Fritz?
Jazz: like, uh. everyone's alive? me, Blaster.. who else over here is dead?
dvJazz: Most the 'Con army.
Sureshot: Well... Wheeljack's really missing his assistant. We... nearly lost Sam. I hear Fig nearly died.
Jazz: *blinks* Wheeljack had an assistant XD
Sureshot: If Pacer had lived a little longer he'd have had a spark-mate. Keeper says she found out their sparks were starting to develope a bond just from their being together for so long.
Jazz: aw, right.
Sureshot: But I gotta go. Mom... uh... Mikaela, wants me back tonight and I have a way to go. It was nice meeting you, Jazz.
Jazz: *salutes* th'same, mech. th'same.
Sureshot: *grins and goes, stepping over an MC on the way*
MC: *looks around and scoots*
dvJazz: *halfway into recharge* While we talkin' 'bout the weird stuff... you ever met a mech named Shockwave?
Jazz: Shockwave? yea. sorry bastard, him.
dvJazz: *drowsily nods at Bit, who is deep in recharge as he listens to the ailing mech's spark*
Jazz: *smiles sadly* sorry, mech. y'look 'bout ready t'drop off yourself, so why don'tcha take a note from th'lil' one and get t'rechargin', huh?
dvJazz: Jes... wanted ta answer the question 'a if there's any good in Shocker. *rubs the sparklet's back as he nods and shutters his optics wearily*
Jazz: pretty sure there was....
Dread: *sticks his head into the room* Shockwave? Only after Op blew his aft to slag. You ready to go home, old man?
Jazz: old man. better hope y'ain't talkin' t'me, younglin'.
Dread: *brow quirk* You're older than me.
Jazz: but i'm not that old. XD
Dread: *shrug*
Jazz: ... yes. i'm ready to go T-T you're sucking the fun and happy and all the jokes outta me, guys D:
Dread: Suck it up. *smirks and drops him a flask, then turns and heads away from the berth so he doesn't take his creator and Bit with him when they go*
Jazz: i never suck it up *follows* i whine. a lot. a lot-a lot.
Dread: So's he. *takes him home*
((co-written with ghostflamed))
Dreadnought: *PINpoints in and looks around* Yo, Jazz, you here, man?
Jazz: *waves* right here right here, mech XD
Dread: You feel like doin' some travelin'?
Jazz: depends. can i keep up with you? XD
Dread: *goes to one knee* I'd be PINpointin' us right there.
Jazz: ... wtf's PINpointin'? sure XD
Dread: A way of gettin' places your people'd probably rather you didn' have. Alright, let somebody know yer goin'. I don't need any spazzin'.
Jazz: um. commed Blaster - le's go.
Dread: *not confident of Blaster's ability to serve as a messenger. Frowns slightly*
Jazz: hey, no. he's cool, trust me.
Dread: Tell Aidan too.
Jazz: *rolls optics behind visor and salutes* done and doner. can we go now? XD
Dread: Yeah. Come on over here. We got one stop before we get where we're goin'. I gotta get the old man some Sunrises.
Jazz: *walks over to* Sunrises? what're those?
Dread: You'll see. *PINpoints them to Blue's bar*
Blue: *looks up with hands on hips* What have I told you about using the door?
Dread: *blink* I forgot.
Jazz: waurgh @_@ *dizzy*
Dread: *puts a hand on his back to make sure he doesn't fall over*
Blue: *looks at him* You're not Dreadnought's dad.
Jazz: mmnope. not. he can't walk, can he?
Blue: What? *shoots Dreadnought a look*
Dread: *shrugs and goes pokerfaced* Stuff happened. But he's gonna be alright.
Blue: *shakes head* I'll get your regular order. You want anything, Jazz?
Jazz: i think.. m'good. i think.
Dread: Give him a big Sunrise.
Blue: Alright. Your tab?
Dread: Yeah.
Jazz: *peers at Dreadnought* i dun even know what one o'em does, Dread.
Dread: Tastes good. *takes the big fabric bag Blue hands him and thanks her for it, then watches as she offers Jazz a glowing orange stone about the size of his fist. It's got yellow veins, and smells like high quality midgrade energon with some flavoring added*
Jazz: *takes it with a nod, peering at it before tasting* well. tastes like.. what d'the humans have, oranges?
Dread: *makes a face* Man, those things smell nasty. Hold on, we're goin' again.
Jazz: what XD mmk. go.
Dread: *Teleports again, and comes out in a big, comfortably furnished room with metal lined walls and living room furniture that will not only comfortably fit Dreadnought, but people more Jazz's size too. Over in one corner of the room is a berth, and there's a Jazz laying there recharging as a four foot tall bot with one big optic watches over him.*
Mini-Constructicon: *looks around* Hey, D-man! He's okay-slept the whole time you was gone!
Dread: Good job, MC. Now get lost for awhile, alright?
MC: You got it, bossman! *jumps down and runs off*
Jazz: ..*points after MC* whozzat?
Dread: *walking softly toward the berth* Mini-Constructicon. They're my minions.
Jazz: ...riiiight. *follows after Dread carefully*
Dread: *without turning* Don't gimme that look. It was their idea.
dvJazz: *moves slightly and unshutteres slightly dull optics* Who you talkin' to, Dready?
Dread: *kneels by the berth and takes out a smallish Sunrise with thin walls, which he pops a hole in* Brought somebody ta see you, old man. *His deep voice is full of affection as he speaks, and so are his movements as he gently props his creator up and helps him drink the liquid from the Sunrise.*
Jazz: wasn't givin' a look XP *grows silent and tilts his head, watching the other self and Dread*
dvJazz: *sighs with satisfaction as Dreadnought lays him down again, then turns his head to grin at his alt* I would'a. Hey, man. Sup?
Jazz: *grins* you might. i kinda see 'im as huge. and thus, bigger'n me. not much, i guess. 'sides being whirled around by Dread and feeling dizzy....
dvJazz: *tries to move himself, using only one arm, then grins a thanks as Dreadnought moves him* He's still jes' my kid.
Dread: I'll be next door. Com me if ya need somethin', Old man. *gets up and goes*
Jazz: hmm. i can see that. *waves to Dread* catcha, man. Aidan sorta terrifies me sometimes, but, still my sparklin' XD
dvJazz: I couldn' never be scared 'a Dready no more. *turns head a little restlessly, then reaches over and lifts his dead arm to lay it on his chest* Aiden, huh? What's 'e like?
Jazz: Aidan's, well.. Aidan's different. 'tween being sparked by me and another officer, most of the base was involved in raisin' him. so, he's kinda spoiled? or was. he's turned out t'be a good mech, lil confused on personal matters, but.. he's got his spark set in what he does.
dvJazz: Another officer... lemme guess... Prowl? :\
Jazz: i sed nuthin'.
dvJazz: Sorry, man. Just... he my brother here. The guy I got rusty drunk with the day my... spark-mate left.
Jazz: dun worry, man. i ain't got nuthin' that sez Prowl is th' epitome of what all Jazzes should be with. matter o'fact, y'could argue that there is somethin' wrong wit' me t'be involved with him, c'uz, heh, there is. ^^
dvJazz: I've run inta people in the Nexus that sure figured I oughtta be. 'N then there's the guy that's with Bee. 'N if that ain't jes' nasty... I like their kids, though.
Jazz: nah. mechs should be wit' who makes 'em happy. dun needta listen t'anyone who sez elsewhys, y'know?
dvJazz: Hrrmm. *perks* 'Course, then there's the Jazz that's with Elita....
Jazz: Elita? like, Elita-One, Elita? XD
dvJazz: Yup! They got four kids too, 'n three came in one batch.
Jazz: aw. triplets! we only got a few twins in my world.
dvJazz: *chuckles* We got some sets'a five, but they ain't bond sparks. This was identical mechs 'n a different sparked femme. Rom, Beat, 'n Halweh.
Jazz: complicated. XD i dun think we had but one set'a twins that were bond sparks. and they were technically sparked offa Earth, and were 'Cons at the time... one still is, too.
dvJazz: *chuckles, but then sobers and winces slightly as his engine coughs*
Jazz: *grimaces* anything i can do..?
dvJazz: *shakes head.* I just gotta take it easy, Ratch sez. Those sparks, what're their names?
Jazz: which 'uns, the bond sparks?
dvJazz: Yeah.
Jazz: FrostBite and FireBond. Fire's a 'Bot now - Red Alert found him as a itty bitty sparkling xD we thought that Eclipse and Solar Flare were bond-twins, but, she managed to bond to Wakejumper without Solar involved, so.. eh, maybe twin-sparks and bond-twins are different...
dvJazz: No. Bond sparks is the kids you get when a bonded femme's spark buds. Twins're same-sparked or separate-sparked.
Jazz: see, we got different definitions. bond sparks are either bonded sparks, or, in the case of twins, twin bond sparks that carry a distinct.. communications level that can be hacked. twin sparks are literally a spark that's split. half of the same whole, y'know? technicalities, though. what d'you mean when a femme's.. spark... buds? m'confused. sorta like, a lil clone o'herself?
dvJazz: We jes call bonded sparks bonded sparks. 'N I know about twins from the same spark... my daughter-in-law's one. *chuckles softly* No, man. See, when a femme 'n a mech bond, they're like one spark in two shells, right?
Jazz: mmyup.
MC: *peeks in and says softly* Yo, J-man. Lady E here, 'n she brought Bit. You up ta....
dvJazz: *perks right up* Jes a mo, Jazz, I gotta git me the Bit!
MC: *brings in a skinny little purple bot only six foot tall, who pauses and looks from one Jazz to the other with baby wonder*
dvJazz: *coaxingly* Bit... hey, my lil' man. You comin' up here fer a snuggle?
Bit: *blink blink, tries to climb up, but he's not very strong, and MC doesn't seem much good for helping*
Jazz: *gives Bit a little boost to properly get up there* there y'go, bitling.
Bit: *shy ^_^ as he snuggles up to dvJazz*
dvJazz: *arm around the bitty guy* Bit don't talk. But he still fine, ain't you my lil' man?
Bit: *sigh and make like nap time*
Jazz: not talkin' ain't bad sometimes. Aidan had a spell where he didn't talk with nuthin' but his doorwings. was kinda cute.
dvJazz: *slightly wistful* Bumble don't talk either, except ta repeat a few 'a Kup's favorite words. But Bit don't even use much body language. Guess he ain't got the energy. *looks down at the tiny mech, whose optics are shuttered peacefully*
What was we talkin' 'bout... oh yeah. Bondsparks. *chuckles* Naw, the new spark's got both the femme's code 'n her mate's.
Jazz: similiar stuff with us. and while this is fascinating, medic nor engineer was the top o'my 'things t'be when i get my full proto' list as a younglin', y'know?
dvJazz: Was too busy dancin', gettin' in trouble with Blaster 'n Soundwave, 'n watchin' girls.
Jazz: *cheeky grin* who, me?
dvJazz: Told Show my bondin' story once... too tired ta tell it now, but ask 'er. *tilts his head as a deep rumble comes from the other room* Wanna get a peek at Op's son? The one made from him 'n Ellie?
Jazz: ... izhe gonna be as huge as yours? cuz i dun think i could handle - waaait. didn't Dread say no movin'? cuz, if we're breakin' a rule....
dvJazz: He's big as Op. 'N I don't gotta move for you ta see.
Jazz: aww, really? no breakin' rules? XD
dvJazz: *quietly* I made a promise t' my son.
Jazz: *sighs softly* meant it assa joke. let's see this son, huh?
*sound of a clank and deep laughter from the other room*
dvJazz: *grins again, though there's sadness in his optics* Look through the door. They're out there in the hall tryin' not ta disturb me.
Jazz: tryin'? sounds like it happens a lot. *gets up with a grin and goes to the door to open it and stick his head through*
dvJazz: *softly behind him* Family noise ain't never gonna disturb me.
*The hallway is really an old mine shaft, and Dreadnought's standing a little distance away from the door, his fists raised as he poises lightly on his feet and challenges another tall mech to take a poke at him. The other mech, except for his colouring, is a dead ringer for Optimus. Colour-wise he's a dark pewter with lighter pinstriping on his arms.*
Diehard: *looking at Dreadnought with a grin. Not going to even try, thanks.*
Elita: *shaking her head at her son and his friend.*
Jazz: kiddin', old-me. jus' kiddin'. :3 *looks back outside* so this is where all the size went from my generation. totally skipped us. XD
dvJazz: Can't hear ya when you're over there, man. Stroke did a whammy on my sensors, too.
Jazz: *nods and crosses back over to the berth* jus' sayin' th' whole mess o'em is huge.
dvJazz: *chuckles* Yeah. Even most the new ones made here on Earth're pretty big. Jumper's an exception, but Ratchet didn' wanna make her bigger than her creators. *snerk* Would'a made it hard for Scorpy ta carry her around on his back.
Jazz: *nods* biggest one we have? issa lil flyer femme. she's just a chopper, though, nuthin' like th' Seekers.
*enter a twenty three foot tall burly white mech with black racing stripes and a pickup alt*
Sureshot: Jazz? ...Uh... we have two Jazzes now?
dvJazz: XD Jazz, I wantcha t' meet Bumble's son.
Jazz: yes. two Jazzes, and one o'us is totally ready to cause some mayhem ^^ Bumble? like, Bumblebee-Bumble?
Sureshot: *slight grin* Yeah, the little femme. I'm a lab baby. Wheeljack wasn't watching which spark samples he was using.
Jazz: *dramatic sigh* yea, that sounds like 'Jack. ours is waaay nuts. but, wouldn't be Wheeljack if he wasn't, would he? XD
Sureshot: *chuckles* You never even asked who my mech creator is.
dvJazz: *snigger*
Jazz: ... i need to? essentially, 'Jack made you, and he's a mech, so... *shrugs*
Sureshot: Yeah, but I'm not made from his spark. *grin grows* He nearly got killed when the doner found out.
Jazz: idiot XD gotta love him, anyway. he nearly gets killed with everything he does, have you noticed that?
dvJazz: *chuckle* Ours ain't that bad. But if Op hadn' held Chromia back he'd 'a bought it that time. She gave 'Hide a bond spark, but the thought'a him havin' one with somebody else nearly made her optics go red.
Jazz: wow. so, he was really almost dead :3
Sureshot: Uh huh.
Jazz: *shakes head* poor mech... though, wanna hear how boring my universe is?
Sureshot: *tilts head and give a quizzical beep... thus showing how newly online he actually is*
dvJazz: *sniggering softly at the beep*
Jazz: *grins, chooses not to mention the beep* really, i'm from such a boring universe. most interesting thing we've had thus far was an alternate reality jumping thing me and 'Jack did, and a pair of twins that were born split up in either parent, y'know?
Sureshot: *blinks* Twins born in... is that some of that 'boom chica bow wow' that Psych mentioned?
dvJazz: Uh huh.
Sureshot: Oh. Well, I've never been to another reality, so that sounds pretty exciting.
Jazz: s'madness over there. and we seem t'be gleemechs compared to here. o.o might cause some people to fritz >.> <.< >.>;
Sureshot: Fritz?
Jazz: like, uh. everyone's alive? me, Blaster.. who else over here is dead?
dvJazz: Most the 'Con army.
Sureshot: Well... Wheeljack's really missing his assistant. We... nearly lost Sam. I hear Fig nearly died.
Jazz: *blinks* Wheeljack had an assistant XD
Sureshot: If Pacer had lived a little longer he'd have had a spark-mate. Keeper says she found out their sparks were starting to develope a bond just from their being together for so long.
Jazz: aw, right.
Sureshot: But I gotta go. Mom... uh... Mikaela, wants me back tonight and I have a way to go. It was nice meeting you, Jazz.
Jazz: *salutes* th'same, mech. th'same.
Sureshot: *grins and goes, stepping over an MC on the way*
MC: *looks around and scoots*
dvJazz: *halfway into recharge* While we talkin' 'bout the weird stuff... you ever met a mech named Shockwave?
Jazz: Shockwave? yea. sorry bastard, him.
dvJazz: *drowsily nods at Bit, who is deep in recharge as he listens to the ailing mech's spark*
Jazz: *smiles sadly* sorry, mech. y'look 'bout ready t'drop off yourself, so why don'tcha take a note from th'lil' one and get t'rechargin', huh?
dvJazz: Jes... wanted ta answer the question 'a if there's any good in Shocker. *rubs the sparklet's back as he nods and shutters his optics wearily*
Jazz: pretty sure there was....
Dread: *sticks his head into the room* Shockwave? Only after Op blew his aft to slag. You ready to go home, old man?
Jazz: old man. better hope y'ain't talkin' t'me, younglin'.
Dread: *brow quirk* You're older than me.
Jazz: but i'm not that old. XD
Dread: *shrug*
Jazz: ... yes. i'm ready to go T-T you're sucking the fun and happy and all the jokes outta me, guys D:
Dread: Suck it up. *smirks and drops him a flask, then turns and heads away from the berth so he doesn't take his creator and Bit with him when they go*
Jazz: i never suck it up *follows* i whine. a lot. a lot-a lot.
Dread: So's he. *takes him home*
((co-written with ghostflamed))