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"Since when did the door to my quarters lead to a big, weird lookin' sign?"
There's another Cybertronian in the Nexus and he's definitely confused. Peering up at the Nexus sign through his visor, he frowns and rubs his chin. He only stopped by his quarters to retrieve a data pad on the way up to the command deck, but maybe asking a question will get him back to where he's supposed to be? Ultra Magnus was never one to care for late reports, but the Supreme Commander might just have to deal with it this time around.
"Alright, I'll play." Unaware of what he might be getting into, Jazz addresses the Nexus at large. "Say you got a comrade in arms who kinda lets his ego get the better of him too much of the time. I respect the mech and his experience, but sometimes his attitude just gets too overbearin'. How would you deal with someone like that? And play it cool with your answers. I'm not out to rock the shuttle and cause an issue."
[And yes, this a Jazz from midway through the "Elite Guard" episode of TF Animated. Organic life forms scare him. HAVE AT, FOLKS!]
There's another Cybertronian in the Nexus and he's definitely confused. Peering up at the Nexus sign through his visor, he frowns and rubs his chin. He only stopped by his quarters to retrieve a data pad on the way up to the command deck, but maybe asking a question will get him back to where he's supposed to be? Ultra Magnus was never one to care for late reports, but the Supreme Commander might just have to deal with it this time around.
"Alright, I'll play." Unaware of what he might be getting into, Jazz addresses the Nexus at large. "Say you got a comrade in arms who kinda lets his ego get the better of him too much of the time. I respect the mech and his experience, but sometimes his attitude just gets too overbearin'. How would you deal with someone like that? And play it cool with your answers. I'm not out to rock the shuttle and cause an issue."
[And yes, this a Jazz from midway through the "Elite Guard" episode of TF Animated. Organic life forms scare him. HAVE AT, FOLKS!]