Warning for Jazz being sparked/pregnant and having a visibly extended belly. Also, this is one of my first tries at writing out Jazz's written accent, so have a warning for that too. This was role-played with InMoNochrome, and has three parts to it. Reviews are loved!


Servo on his belly, Jazz looked up from his work as he heard a crash. "Everything alright in there?" he called out, standing with some difficulty to walk into the shop portion of the small building. He froze in the doorway as he spotted a gun aimed at his assistant's helm. Attached to the gun was a white servo, in turn attached to a black and white Praxian. "W-who are ya?" stuttered Jazz, stepping back.

The Praxian's optics narrowed as he turned his gaze on the new mech, pausing briefly to take in the other's form and noting the extended belly. "Nobody," he spoke just loud enough for the other to hear before turning back to the mech he was still pointing his gun at. "Credits, now," he stated with an air of authority in his voice. Optics narrowed as the other mech looked as though he was ready to fight back so instead moved his arm to point it at the carrying mech still in the doorway, "Think very hard about your next actions."

"W-wait, please!" interrupted Jazz, desperate to not have his assistant harmed. "He's just an assistant; 'e doesn't know da code ta the main safe, plus Ah'm the one 'at runs this place." His servos wrapped around his belly as if to protect the unborn sparkling in him as he awaited the thief's response.

Optics shifted back over to the carrying mech, calculating as they seemed to pierce through the other while he debated the other's words. He was suddenly pulling a blade on the assistant as they moved slightly, his optics looking back at the other, "Don't. Move." Glancing back to the carrier he made a motion with his helm to move, "Quickly." He was already here longer than he'd intended.

Jazz rushed forward as much as he dared, going behind the counter and kneeling down carefully. He unlocked the safe with the ease of long vorns of practice, soon pulling out the credits the thief desired. With trembling servos he held it out to the Praxian. Jazz's red optics filled with despair at losing so much of his savings, but at least his assistant wouldn't be harmed. "Jus' take it an' leave," pleaded the Polyhexian with a trembling voice.

The thief kept his optic on the assistant, glancing at the carrier every so often to make sure he wouldn't try anything. "On the table," he stated when the Polyhexian held the credits out to him before folding his blade back so he could grab the credits. The gun shifted to the assistant again as he looked down to the credits, glancing up to the carrier's sad optics and shaking form. Letting out a vent he didn't even know he was holding he quickly shuttered his optics before only taking a third of the credits on the table before quickly exiting, not giving the carrier another glance as he went.

Jazz stared in astonishment after the retreating Praxian before pulling the credits closer to him and counting them quickly. "Primus bless you, thief, for not taking it all," he muttered to himself, glancing up to his assistant as he put the credits back. On his knees Jazz slumped against the counter, trembling from the stress.

"Jazz! Are you okay?" the assistant urgently questioned, worried for the other's health and sparkling. Having a gun pointed at him was rough enough, but it to be pointed at his carrying employer was more nerve racking than anything he himself had experienced. He didn't even want to think about how Jazz felt as he carefully lowered the other to a seat, rubbing his back soothingly, "We're okay."

Jazz gave a weak chuckle, clinging to his assistant. "Yah, Ah'm fine; I'll be fine. Ah'm just grateful th' thief didn't take everythin'. Dunno what Ah'd do if he had, what wit' me being so close to mah due date," he said quietly. The whole experience had been frightening for him, scared for his little one's life. He tilted his helm to look at his assistant, "Should we call the enforcers on him?"

The assistant thought about calling the enforcers, but the mech hadn't taken everything and then there was the worry that the mech would out-think the enforcers and come back looking for them. They lived in such a small community it wasn't so farfetched.

Jazz seemed to come to the same conclusion as he nodded against the other's stomach, "Let's not call 'em." All was quiet for a moment before Jazz spoke again, "'e sure was handsome, though. Too bad 'e was a thief."

The assistant didn't know what to say to Jazz's statement. The other was quite handsome and to see a Praxian thief was odd if not rare. Instead he just shook his helm at the other, smile on his face, remaining silent.

Jazz sighed, pulling away from his assistant. "Okay, let's close up shop. We've 'ad enough excitement for one nigh'."