STILL ALIVE! Sadly, my muse is not. She has officially gone on vacation and left me behind. Don't worry, I'll catch the little glitch at some point. So, until i figure out what you bait muse traps with, your stuck with whatever my brain dead brain can come up with. Don't worry, I haven't given up i have way to many cool ideas i can't wait to write.
Just a warning, this one's a little on the darker side. There's a little... i don't know what you'd call it. Some would call it slash but i have said it once i've said it a million times, i DON'T write slash. It's more of a dominance thing. NOTHING sexual though ew...
Anyways, enjoy what happens on a Friday night at my place... ugh i have no social life...
This takes place in the last... say third of the war. And yes, spoilers that aren't to much of a spoiler because I'm not the first one to do this.
Enjoy!
Jazz watched the other mech carefully, watching for some signal that he was about to move. His armor was flared slightly and he stood with his peds braced apart like he expected the other mech to attack him. The stranger mirrored his posture and his dark red visor, the same color as organic blood, flashed dangerously. Dark silver, almost black, armor absorbed the light instead of reflected it and the mech's compact frame was covered in old scars. Razor sharp claws were braced at his sides and when he smirked, the gleam of fangs showed between his lip plates.
The mech, Miester, put dangerous to a whole new level and Jazz tensed when the other mech shifted his weight.
It was all the warning he got as the mech sprung at him with the agility of a feline. Jazz caught his servos with a grunt before his claws could dig into his silver grey armor. He let the mech's momentum force him backwards. He rolled with Miester on top and kicked him up and away from him, continuing his backwards roll to come to his peds. He dove at Miester but the mech was already up and dodged away. They continued exchanging blows, neither one able to get the advantage.
Jazz was panting heavily as they continued to circle each other. Miester looked as fresh as before the fight and he gave Jazz a dangerous smirk as he stopped circling. Jazz watched him, trying to figure out the mech's next move while at the same time, trying to catch his breath.
His spark was hammering so hard in his chassis he was sure it would pop out.
Miester lunged and Jazz slid to the side, trying to swipe his claws along the mech's back as he went past. He missed as Miester twisted out of the way and spun toward him.
He was too close and Jazz stumbled backwards as the mech's claws ripped his armor over his spark open. Energon bubbled from the deep gashes and he pressed a servo against them. His servo came away wet with energon and when Jazz glanced up, Miester was openly grinning at him.
Jazz gave a low hiss, lip plates pulled back to show off his own fangs as he let a pair of short daggers drop from subspace and into his servos. Miester scowled before lowering into a crouch. Blades dropped into his servos as well and Jazz lunged at him.
They locked blades, Jazz on top and he forced Miester back with short, powerful stabs and swings. Mister snarled, fangs bared as he struggled to keep ground under Jazz's relentless attacks.
Jazz faltered and Miester struck, diving low under Jazz's blades before coming up to ram his shoulder guard into Jazz.
The force of the hit threw Jazz back and he landed on his side hard, his vents cutting out from the impact.
He couldn't breathe as he rolled, Miester's blades burying themselves in the ground where his helm had been. A ped slammed into his side, ped claws gouging his side as the kick sent him sliding again.
Another hiss escaped Jazz as he lashed out as Miester prepared to kick him again. The mech grunted in pain as Jazz's knife stabbed deep into the side of his leg. Jazz scrambled to his peds to get away and catch his breath.
Miester remained half crouched on the ground, energon pouring from the deep gash in his leg. He wasn't out of the fight yet but Jazz knew it would slow him down.
He dropped another blade, more like a short sword from subspace and stood braced off to the side.
Miester didn't stand but glanced up at Jazz sharply. The silver mech ducked as the knife hurtled past his helm with deadly accuracy. Again Miester slammed into him and Jazz just managed to get the short sword between them before Miester could bury the knife in his spark.
He twisted away from the other mech and managed to slash the mech across the back as he stumbled past. Mister spun to face him but Jazz was moving again with the same rapid fire stabs as before.
Again Miester was forced back with a snarl and Jazz spun into a powerful kick that sent the mech sprawling. Before he could get up Jazz was on him, throwing his blades into subspace to grapple with the mech claw to claw.
Miester somehow got his leg between them and kicked Jazz away. Before he could regain his bearings though Jazz was at him again, a powerful kick just missing the other mech. Miester grabbed his ped and Jazz twisted around, using the mech as leverage to bring his other leg around and kick Miester in the helm. The mech stumbled away and Jazz kept after him, feeling the thrill of victory start to build in his chassis.
The mech was driven back as Jazz used every trick he knew to gain the advantage.
Suddenly Miester was behind him and Jazz arched in silent agony as a blade stabbed deep into his back. The blade pierced his chassis and instinctively Jazz grabbed the blade. The edges sliced into his claws but he didn't care as he sank to his kneebolts, his legs no longer able to support him.
His spark spazamed against the blade that pierced it as his energon pounded in his audios. Miester's sharp claws were on his shoulder guard and with a frame wracking jerk, he tore the knife out. Jazz couldn't stop the keen that escaped him as energon poured from the fatal wound.
"So close." Miester whisper in a silky purr, his mouth right next to Jazz's audio as he gave the injured mech a gentle caress across the back of the helm like some kind of pet.
Jazz hissed and tasted energon on his fangs. He dropped a blade into his servo and with his last amount of strength twisted and surged upward.
Miester doubled over as Jazz drove the knife into his spark, twisted hard, then jerked it out again.
"Not close enough." Jazz panted, energon dripping from his lip plates as Miester crumpled to the ground.
"Can't last…" Miester croaked, struggling to get up. "Ah'll get ya…" Jazz placed a ped on the mech's chassis, feeling nothing as he pressed the mech back down to the ground and leaned over him.
"Ah can last long'a then ya. Tha's all tha' matt'a." Jazz replied with smirk.
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"Whoops!"
Sunstreaker slapped a servo to his faceplates as Sideswipe tumbled into the training room with an undignified yelp.
Jazz spun to them with his blades drawn ready to attack before straightening with a frown and slowly sheathing the weapons.
"Ah thought Ah locked tah door." He said as Sunstreaker shoved past his brother into the otherwise empty room.
"You normally do." He said, shooting his twin a look. "You forgot to this time and glitch here leaned on the control pad."
"Ow much ya see?" Jazz asked, his silver grey armor gleaming from a fresh wash and polish. Unlike 99 percent of the mechs on base, Jazz was one of the few that managed to polish his entire frame and not leave marks.
"Enough." Sunstreaker said softly, his optics saying far more than his words.
Jazz's helm snapped to the side suddenly like something caught his attention before he relaxed.
"No wonder nobody wants to fight you." Sideswipe continued, either missing the mech's strange action or ignoring it. "You're one pit of a scary fighter."
"Sorry. Just 'ad ah lot on mah processor." Jazz said, easily flashing them a smile as he fully relaxed. "Ah forgot ya liked this ring. Lot's o' space."
"Got that right." Sideswipe said with a grin, easily moving aside as Jazz walked up.
"Don' break anythin' ya'll 'ave tah call maintenance fo." Jazz said with a smirk as he clapped Sideswipe on the arm. "Ratch will 'ave ya 'elms."
"Naw, we just want to burn off some energy." Sideswipe replied easily as Jazz left.
Sunstreaker watched him leave with a frown before the door closed, shutting off their view of the smaller mech.
"What's with him." Sideswipe asked, his tone far darker and more dangerous than it had just been. Tense energy rolled across the bond like a black wave and Sunstreaker shuddered as it hit his own barely standing walls.
"You know what." Sunstreaker said, turning to face the empty room.
Two mechs stood across from them. One was a bright red, the other a golden yellow. Both were covered in dirt and energon and had a wild, feral air around them. Their optics flashed a murderous red as long blades easily dropped from subspace. The red mech threw back his helm with a cackle but the golden yellow one remained dangerously silent as he slid into a gladiator's stance and beckoned Sunstreaker forward in a challenge.
"We're not the only ones fighting demons." Sunstreaker snarled softly as he braced himself.
So, just to explain a little bit.
In the TMJ universe, Jazz and Miester are the same mech. Miester eventually gets hired by the Cons, then joins them. Through ****** and **** not to mention a lot of *******, he ends up an Autobot and changes his name to Jazz. But for obvious reasons, is still haunted by what he's done, just as the twins are.
There for, he's not fighting another mech, he's fighting his old self.
Think of it kinda like a split personality. Problem is they're very similar, 'Miester' is just a little farther over "that line in the sand" then 'Jazz' is.
So that's the bare bones take on Jazz's life story, i have SUCH a backstory for him i can't WAIT to get it down.
Read and Review and sorry for being gone so long i just literally can't type. THEREFOR to try and get Ms. Muse back, drop me some oneshot suggestions and i might do them just for the heck of it. No promises though because of the #$% # writers block. But feel free to give me some ideas. I'm desperate!