Jazzmancometh

Composing. 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

Designation: Jazz. Autobot Saboteur. 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

"Your move." 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. Almost. 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 forwa

"What is it?" "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 i

It wasn't too often during his employment with BLU was he given the opportunity to really reminisce and think of home. So when they awoke to a fresh blanket of snow he couldn't at all remember the last time he had been so happy for something. Of course he wasn't the only one who was delighted to find what had come over night, finding the Scout and Pyro just as excited and ready to get out and enjoy it. It wasn't too big of a surprise to find the letter from the Administrator outlining that because of the unexpected weather the days fighting would be cancelled and the two factions would have to find something else to busy themselves with.