. . .
Triton.
It was by far one of the coldest places Jazz had ever been to. He hated it.
He hated it so much that if Optimus made an Autobot checkpoint, he would never visit. Not even if it was a life or death situation.
Prowl could deal with it, thank you very much.
The nitrogen geysers were awesome, though. But not much else.
. . .
Io.
As in, "I think I owe Prowl a birthday party for sending me here."
Jazz hated that planet, too.
As he dazed off into dreamland, he thought he saw some white-colored Cybertronian-ish figure riding on a skinny motorcycle-esque two-wheeled….thing.*
. . .
Europa.
What could he say?
Sub-freezing temperatures were not his thing.
Falling through the ice four different times hadn't helped either.
. . .
Calisto.
Thunk.
Oh, how Jazz hated it.
Crash!
"What the frag!" Jazz yelled as yet another (the fourth) was aimed at him.
With so little atmosphere, Calisto might as well be jumping up and down as an asteroid target complete with flashing signs and singing an obnoxious song about how asteroids would never hit it.
::Jazz! Is anything wrong?:: Optimus's voice came over the comm. unit.
::Nah, it's all good over here, Prime::
Yeah, right.
Jazz cursed the pathetically nonexistent atmosphere.
Thunk. "Oh, you gotta be kiddin'…."
. . .
Okay….Jazz had to admit it. Titan was pretty cool.
The petrochemical rain was dangerous at times, sure, but it was still cool. Nice fuel, once it was converted into Energon.
The saboteur watched idly as Bumblebee was burned alive with the liquid natural gas and Ratchet running behind him try to douse the flames before things got warm.
. . .
The closer the team of Autobots got to the nearest star, the more (eager, excited, nervous) tense Jazz got.
He couldn't say exactly what was bothering him.
Now that he thought about it, it kind of felt….familiar. Jazz knew that he had felt it somewhere, some time, else.
Jazz didn't tell anyone at first, when it was just a niggling in the back of his processor.
But it escalated from something in the back to a front row seat. Whatever wanted his attention was in the forefront of his mind.
That was before he saw it. What was "it?" "It" was a small planet made of mud, water, and metal. Once he saw it, the feeling went away.
Jazz was just walking down the hall of the cramped Autobot ship when he happened to glance out a porthole a little bigger than his hand.
It was like nothing he'd ever seen before.
White, pure, perfect clouds flowed easily in relaxed patterns over rocker terrain and beautiful oceans of water that were bluer than any Autobot's optics.
He spent hours gazing out the small, circular window, though, to him, it felt like mere moments.
There was no room for doubt in his spark- he was going to love it.
. . .
So anyway, this got written a few years ago because my science teacher was gone and we watched Discovery shows on the solar system and Jupiter's moons. I couldn't stop thinking of interstellar travel. And Jazz.
*an astronaut….on a bike. Oh, Discovery….
TZ