Title: The Day That Praxians Flew
Warnings for anything and everything
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the music I put in the music choice section. I don't own Transformers either.
Notes: I will try my best to make the dogfight enjoyable. I stink at fight scenes. This story is nearing the end and I know, You guys love the story and the plot. All good things eventually have to end.
Summary: After the shocking reveal of Prowl and his trine restored to their full glory, the final part of the airshow kicks off. Who will win the dogfight? Who will be covered in the most paint? Find out this chapter!
"Regular talk"
'com link'
Bond talk or Texting
Song Choice: Beautiful Monster by Ne-yo
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Third person POV
"All teams, Ratchet and Skyfire will be da judges in dis dogfight! If they say ya got ah hit that will bring ya down, ya are out! ya will land and watch for da rest of da dogfight. ya can give support by cheering but no tactical help or shooting from da ground." Jazz says laying down the rules of the dogfight while bouncing on his pedes excited. "Play fair, and try not ta crash inta each other. ya may be using paintballs, but crashing from stupidity will still hurt." Jazz says as laughs rise from the crowd. "On da signal, transform and rise ta 15 thousand feet. Once all jets are at 15 thousand feet, Optimus will shoot ah flare signaling da start of da dogfight." Jazz says.
Ratchet gives the signal and the three groups transform and take to the sky. The crowd watches on baited breath waiting for Optimus to shoot the flare and all hell to break loose. Soon, all three groups are in position and Optimus fires the flare. Prowl and his trine quickly avoid shots from the aerialbots and Highwind's trine. "OH! looks like da praxian trine is in trouble right out of da gate, but don't think dat they'll be beaten so easily. Prowl is da head of tactical for the Autobots for ah reason! It looks like Highwind is planning on wrangling da Aerialbots ta help his trine take out da Praxian trine early in da fight!" Jazz says as paintballs from the Aerialbots and Highwind's trine fire, missing Prowl's trine as they roll and dodge. Stray paintballs quickly slpatter against the forcefield that trailbreaker set up earlier that day.
Suddenly, Prowl's trine swoops low under the Aerialbots, causing Highwind's trine to accidently take the Aerialbots all at once. "Da Aerialbots are grounded!" Jazz yells over the speakers after Ratchet and Skyfire make the call. Silverbolt grumbles coated in red paint like his team. "Now, it's ah level playing field, folks! Trine against trine, Praxian against Vosian! Who will win? Find out after this short break! Just kidding! No commercials in live action!" Jazz jokes causing some laughter. The dogfight goes on for two more hours, leaving only Prowl and Highwind still in the air. "Things are getting interesting folks! Only two jets remain! Highwind for da red team, and Prowl for da blue team!" Jazz says as they chase each other, neither one giving the other a clear shot. Highwind had several dots of blue paint, but none life threatening or cause to ground him if it had been a real fight. Prowl, on the other hand, had only a couple of dots of red, both in low damage areas.
The Autobots watching the action had already started taking bets on who would win between the two. Jazz simply watches Prowl fly as he makes his commentary on the dogfight. What was it like up there? He found himself wondering. The speed, the adrenaline, the wind. Things he wouldn't really know or understand being a grounder. Soon, there was a collection of gasps as Prowl and Highwind flew straight for each other in an airborne version of chicken. Everyone watched as the two got closer and closer until Highwind pulled up at the last moment giving Prowl access to his thrusters. Prowl, not missing the oppurtunity, Fires coating Highwinds Thrusters in blue Paint. Ratchet and skyfire both nod. "Highwind is grounded, making Prowl da winner in da first ever Autobot Dogfight! Mechs, please land so Ratchet can make sure ya didn't get paintballs stuck anywhere unpleasant" Jazz says practically jumping up and down.
Prowl's POV
I land and transform into my bipedal form, allowing my wings to return to the ground mode position. That was slagging awesome, Prowler! Smokey says over the trine bond. It's like we never left the sky! Baby blue says as warmth, pride, and happiness flood the bond from both of them. I smile and walk over to Highwind. "That was well played, Prowl." Highwind says with a smile. I chuckle "Had to do something. you were in the air most of the day. Your thrusters would have cut out on you if we didn't stop soon." I say and Highwind chuckles. "True, I doubt Ratchet wants to put me back together after all the work he did on you and your trine." Highwind says. "You bet I wouldn't! Praxian Seeker wings are slagging delicate to make." Ratchet says coming over to check us over.
Song Choice Change: Waiting in the Wings from the tangled tv show (Nightcore version)
I am soon tackled by Jazz in a hug. "Jazz, you will get paint on you" I say making him laugh. "Ah don't care! Dat was slagging awesome!" he says with a slag eating grin on his face. After Ratchet is done checking everyone over, I go to the com area. "Everyone, we raised one million, five hundred thousand, four hundred and fifty-four dollars with ticket prices and concessions. The Autobots are going to match that, doubling it to the grand total of three million, nine hundred and eight dollars being donated to Make-a-wish! thank you all for coming, and we hope you come again next year!" I say to cheering. Optimus shakes his helm and starts to laugh. 'Sir?' I com him. 'Despite the past week of a crazy base, this was good for base spirits. We will definately being doing it again next year.' He replies.
I smile at Highwind and we shake servos in good sportsmanship. I then head inside with Jazz, my trine following behind us. As the winning team, we get first crack at the wash racks to get the paint off. We find Streamline and Requiem waiting for us at the wash racks. They take their respective mechs into the wash racks. "Do ya want meh ta help ya, Prowler?" Jazz asks. I nod and he leads me to my quarters. "Da wash racks aren't private enough for meh." Jazz says and I nod. We walk down the hall in silence for a few minutes. "Prowl...ya know how Highwind sometimes calls meh Ricochet?" Jazz asks quietly.
I nod wondering what's made Jazz so subdued all of a sudden. "Dat was meh slave name...when ah was still ah youngling." Jazz says making me stop in shock. "Jazz..." I say finding it hard to believe. "Ah was born ah slave in da pits of kaon. It was after megatron left da pits. Meh sire, Miester, became da champion and was allowed a femme ta take as his own mate. Meh carrier was known as Surefire. They say she was da most beautiful femme ta work in da pit medbay. They called her da goddess of da pits for being able ta pull any spark from da brink." Jazz says sadly. "What happened to her?" I ask. Jazz looks at me. "She deactivated when ah was born. Complications, meh sire said. He was always mad at meh, blaming meh for her deactivation." Jazz says. I frown. "That's not fair. You didn't choose to be born, Jazz" I say. Jazz nods. "Ah know...Smokescreen and Ratchet both have been helping meh." Jazz says as we keep walking.
"Ah was a real wild sparkling...growing up in da pits. Pulling pranks, getting inta trouble, messing up in training. We started young training for da pit arena. Had ta, ya never knew when ya first fight would come. One day, meh first fight did come...it was against meh own sire. Ah guess Ah was lucky it wasn't one of da others. They would have dragged it out..." Jazz says as I open the door to my quarters. I let him in and follow locking the door behind me so we wouldn't be walked in on. I grab us some energon and come over to the couch where Jazz was sitting hunched over his knees instead of relaxing back. "Here, you must be as low as I am" I say giving him a cube. "Thanks...Ah never knew what a full tank was like before Highwind found meh" Jazz says looking at the cube.
"How did Highwind find you?" I ask and take a drink of my seeker grade. "After da fight against meh sire...da pit boss thought it would cost too much ta fix a bot with no fighting talent." Jazz said and took a drink of his mid-grade. "Ah was thrown inta da scrapheap where all gladiators go when they deactivate in ah fight. Ah was barely hanging on. Ah guess ah was lucky Highwind was passing by as he left da pit stands. He took meh ta Ratchet's sire, Lifeline. He did what he could but..." Jazz says putting down his cube. "But what?" I ask. Jazz reaches up and removes his visor revealing two dark optics. "He couldn't fix meh optics. He could replace them, but da connectors dat allow optics ta connect ta da vision center portion of meh CPU were fried and there's no replacing those." Jazz says and I look at him in shock.
"Dat's not even da worst of it..." Jazz says putting his visor back on. "Da medic dat replaced meh carrier was a cruel mech named Redline...he..." Jazz tries to say but can't putting a servo over his spark. My optics widen and I put my cube down. "May I, Jazz?" I ask unsure of what to do. He hesitates a moment before nodding. I gently hug him. "You've had such a hard life...I am so sorry for my role in Highwind leaving with his trine." I say and Jazz shakes his helm. "Ah knew how it was ta be under cover. Ya can't contact anyone ya love or they may be hurt. I don't blame ya, Prowl. Highwind and ya saw ah chance and took it." Jazz says.
I nod and pull back. "Why tell me all of this now, Jazz?" I ask. Jazz looks down a minute and looks back at me. "Because ah love ya, Prowl. Ya told meh and da others about ya past. Thought Ah should balance da books before we take whatever this is between us any further." Jazz says honestly. I nod and smile. "I love you too, Jazz. Smokescreen has Requiem, and Bluestreak has Streamline. We have each other...if that's what you want." I say. Jazz is quiet for a few minutes. "Ah'm not saying it will be easy, but Ah want ta bond with ya, Prowl. Ya are da only one ah felt comfortable enough with ta love. Just be patient with meh, ok?" Jazz says and I nod.
THE END!
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Notes: Yes, this story is over! I will not be adding anymore to it!