RIP Leonard Nimoy, you were and always shall be one of the greatest of our time. You will be missed and your memory cherished.
Live long and Prosper.
But why Valentine? ivComposing.But why Valentine? iv by Jazzmancometh
It was something he hadn't done since before the war, and now he found himself lounging on his berth humming out his current work quietly to himself.
He had to cassette proof his quarters to ensure the little brats didn't take back to Soundwave just what he was doing before he was ready to let them know what it was.
He thought it time to return the favour, Soundwave had gone out of his way to provide him a disc of all sorts of music, and he had.... well, hadn't even put any thought into returning the favour.
What surprised Jazz the most was it was actually Hound that pressed for him to do so, saying that it would only be polite to at least thank the mech for it.
Jazz knew he didn't have much to actually give however, whatever tracks he had he knew Soundwave most likely had already, and that really narrowed it down.
He had been a real shock to him that while he was enjoying his music during a rather lengthy and boring night shift, he came across some works that he knew all to
But why Valentine? iiiDesignation: Jazz.But why Valentine? iii by Jazzmancometh
Head of Autobot Special Operations and Autobot third in command.
Activities before war, unknown, speculated as being an informant for the Autobots during the initial stages of the war until unknown reasons had him side with the Autobots.
Last seen assigned to the Ark crew roster, last known location, Earth.
He knew so much, and yet knew so little about the mech that danced around him egging him on and urging him to make a move.
He despised it.
He could sense weakness and would exploit it, while technically smaller and physically weaker, of the two of them, Jazz was a predator.
He preferred watching from the shadows, quietly observing and Jazz...
Well, the mech had a tendency to get right into your face.
Soundwave was very... adamant about keeping mechs at a distance, whether ally or foe he had a carefully maintained bubble that he allowed only his cassettes to invade, tolerated it when it was Megatron, hated it when it was anyone else.
But why Valentine? ii"Your move."But why Valentine? ii by Jazzmancometh
It was a simple command, he stared down at the prone Autobot held down by the great weight of his foot as his visor flashed in defiance. He was taunting him, trying to break the iron control Soundwave had over himself.
Soundwave hated that it was working.
Each time they met in battle, the Porsche would infuriate him to the point where he almost made mistakes.
He never made mistakes.
Until he met Jazz.
He let the Porsche up and did not expect the look of shock that crossed the mechs face before he reached down and hauled him upright.
The nice treatment lasted for all of Jazz's next breath before he was shoved forward and turned to retaliate and found himself alone.
Jazz knew from that moment he could get under the mechs plating, that he had managed to worm his way so deep that he could almost feel the pulse of the mechs spark challenge his own each time their visors met.
Just like he knew the cassettes seemed to be keeping a closer eye on him than they normally woul
But why Valentine?"What is it?"But why Valentine? by Jazzmancometh
"Think it's a bomb? Or something else?"
"I don't know, once Wheeljack gets here with his scanner we'll find out."
It had been a morning where there truly was nothing out of the ordinary happening.... Until the night patrol was returning from their routes and came across a wrapped package outside the entrance of the Ark.
Immediately alarms were raised and they were ordered to bring it inside to test it for possible contaminants or to see if it contained a bomb or weapon.
Red Alert was fritzing more than normal as they scrutinized the package, Wheeljack even arrived to scan and look it over finding nothing actually off with it and finding that the box contained a data disc.
What was contained on the disc however became the topic for concerns.
What it a secret coded message intended for a spy that might possibly be amongst them, and they all crowded about as the wrapping was carefully drawn back and discarded as Red Alert took the disc and inserted it into the nearby termina