I'm sorry! I know I said I was going to post this yesterday, but the site wasn't working, so I couldn't! I can't upload files! But I found a way to post it (fiuf)
Anyway, here it is!!
I went back to the twin's chapter and added sth so this chapter made sense XD
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EDIT: 20/11/09
Black and white.
For many vorns, out of the corner of his optic, he had seen a figure with these colors. A faceless bot that appeared to him in dreams and sometimes as a shadow at school. Yet, when ever he turned to get a closer look, he was gone.
Frustrated with this, Jazz had began to keep a look out for any mech or femme who's paint job was similar. The 'school' was very large and had several thousand bots. Although he had found a few, none of them seemed right. The silver mech hated not knowing. He was so used to having information about everybot and everything before any other, that this was making him think that he had lost his touch. And he didn't like that thought one bit!
Jazz prided himself with his abilities of sneaking up on any bot with out them noticing, or for taking stuff from others, sometimes even for being able to plant a small paint bomb in the professor's subspace without them noticing. (this was a great feat mind you)
To have a bit of 'his own medicine' left him very irritated. Who in the pit's name was after him?
"Yo Jazz! Ya in there?" He was drawn out of his musings when his friend, Blaster knocked lightly on his helm. Jazz turned to meet his friend with his usual grin, replying in a friendly manner.
"I'm in here ya glitch!" He laughed.
"You looked kindda lost to me." Said his other friend, Powerglide. Jazz snorted, the dark red mech could not for the life of him, do anything without turning it into a commercial.
The three very popular bots where in the courtyard. Opting on having a little time away from their 'fans', they sat down at a far away table under the darker shadow the building made. It was always dark, in the lower levels, but some light that entered made it possible for deeper darkness to appear.
"I'm okay, just... thinking 'bout something."
"Oh, thinking 'bout yar stalker?" Blaster said with a husky voice leaning into the other, who laughed merrily before pushing him away.
"First of all, if who ever it is, is in fact a crazed stalker... " Jazz started and trailed off for a dramatic effect, the other two listening in amusement and interest.
"I'm gonna run like a spawn from the pit." He deadpanned.
Blaster and Powerglide burst out laughing, capturing the attention of the bots in the other tables. They quickly returned to their own conversations though, for they didn't want to eavesdrop on the 'popular mechs'.
"Come on Jazz! It can't be that bad!" The look on the others face said it all.
"Who ever it is, has been... following you since... since you received your third frame." Powerglide said.
For a cybertronian, there were four frames their protoforms had to go through. The first frame, was for the sparkling, small and light with no weapons or any advanced programs. When the sparkling reached his youngling years, he would then receive his second frame. This armor, would be heavier and would have more programs installed, such as the ability to be able to establish a com. link with their creators and friends, a temperature detector, amongst others.
When the youngling received his third frame, it was like the bot had entered his teenage years', humanly speaking. Here, the bot would be suited with the corresponding weapons and more advances systems programs, depending on their speciality.
Jazz had lost his creators in his sparkling years during the 'cleansing phase', the small war between the lower levelers and the elite guard, and had been taken in by an old bonded couple along many other orphans. He lived in an old yet big building that served specifically for that. And orphanage.
Many of the students lived in that building. Those who hadn't had the fortune of being taken care by a loving bot, grew up on the streets or under the care of those who had no interest in being nice or loving, making at least 90% of all bots mean sparked and violent.
When it was time for his third frame, Sweet Vibe and her bonded Keeper had let him choose his own weapons and programs. Delighted, the silver mech chose stealth and velocity. With his guardian's help, he made his armor strong yet very light. He installed stealth and espionage programs into his main processor and as for weapons, a simple plasma rifle with great power (though it couldn't be compared to Ironhide's massive cannons), and then, he worked on a new improved visor.
It had everything: infra red and night vision, as well as a program where he could use the vibrations as a source to come up with a general view of where he was at the moment. There wasn't much advanced technology in the hellish city, but both his guardians were engineers and very talented. They could make a super computer out of scrap. It was so awesome to have them as guardians.
Now, a bot entering this age experienced changes in his spark, which would start to make itself stronger so as to endure the harsh times ahead. Cybertronians had always been a warrior race. The peaceful times were welcomed with opened arms, yet there would always come a time, when the race's heritage would become clear and wars would errupt. Naturally, the spark prepared it's self for the gruesome and cruel world that would follow.
Many symptoms accompanying these changes could be mood swings, a sudden desire to explore other areas, physically and mentally. And last but not least, the spark would start to call our for it's other half. A very, very, very low percentage of Cybertronians suffered this stage. One could bond with who ever they pleased, but a certain minority had the gift to actually feel their other half. It was as if their fates had been decided before they were sparked. Unfortunately, this was so rare, that the knowledge had not even reached the lower levels, leaving Jazz very clueless of the miracle that was happening to him.
He had started feeling incomplete. His guardians had told him it was a phase he had to get past. But that had been vorns ago.
The silver mech sighed tiredly.
"Yeah well, ya know... whatever, who ever it is will probably get bored later on."
"Bored? You're the Jazz! There's practically a waiting line just to go out with ya. Bots would kill jast ta get a klick with ya." Blaster laughed.
"Primus, am I that sexy? Why I neva noticed." Jazz replied feigning ignorance, leaning back on his chair, arms at the back of his head, feet on the table. His whole frame stretched in a suggestive manner. The femmes on a table nearby were heard giggling and trying to not look at him. But he was just so unbelievable gorgeous, it was impossible. Many were struggling to keep from crashing at the sight.
"Down boy, remember what happened last time." Powerglide said seriously.
"Hey dat wasn't ma fault! And those bots were waaaay over energized." Defended Jazz siting in a normal way again.
Powerglide snorted. "What? And you weren't?"
Jazz glared at him before his usual grin betrayed him. "How'd ya know 'bout tat anyway?"
"Everybot knows that story, it's a legend." Blaster said with a casual wave of the hand, remembering the crazy party last vorn. Before anymore could be said, a group of femmes came running from the other side of the court.
"What is that mech's problem?!" One said angrily as they slowed down.
"I know! Sides's okay, and his pretty hot, but his brother? Ajj that mech has problems."
"Pity, he's super hot!" Giggled another.
The three mech kept looking at them as they disappeared inside the building. Jazz scanned across the courtyard towards the bleachers, where he could make out two or three bots sitting on the bottom, a bluish mech was clumsily climbing to the top where two other mechs set. One was red and the other yellow.
"Sunny and Sides" He mused. He had talked to the twins before. They were alright. They weren't in the same sphere but Sideswipe had been his accomplice in many pranks. The guy had the skills and the 'nerves'. He wasn't as sociable as Jazz was, but he was pretty friendly. The jour they had met had been fun.
And Sunstreaker just had some... issues. Mayor issues, but he was alright if you could get past the death glares, the growls, the very extensive vocabulary of curses, and the violent reactions sent your way. Jazz had discovered that is was just the yellow mech's way of dealing with other bots. He knew they had trouble at home, if that place could ever be called home. Their 'caretakers' were famous gladiators and were teaching their charges the way of a cold sparken warrior, whether they liked it or not. And he was pretty damn sure they didn't like it at all. Okay, maybe not. He had seen them fight once and there was no mistaking the grins on their faceplates as they defeated their opponent. But they did not like bein treated like toys to gain easy money by their guardians. Jazz found it completely understandable for the yellow mech to act the way he did. He talked to the twins when ever he could. He felt he could help them in someway. And they were fun to hang out with to.
"Ya think they heard 'bout the new medic?" Asked Blaster, optics on the two demon spawns.
"I think that kid just told them." Powerglide supplied.
True enough, the bluish mech had been aiming to reach the twins, and there was a sudden change to the two mech's body language.
"Wait, is dat Mirage?" Asked Blaster.
"That mech's cloaking ability is awesome." Sighed Powerglide dreamily.
Jazz laughed before he looked at the twin again. He didn't know why, but those two hated med bots. They had chased away five medics in the last vorn. The last one had left right after the twins kidnapped him from his office, tied him with rope and threw him in a scrap yard. Of course the med bot had been found later by the workers, and after he managed to regain his composure, he went back to the school to find his tools lying broken and glued to the ceiling of the med bay.
That's where he snapped, he went to Ultra Magnus and begged him to let him go. Poor old Magnus had no choice.
Being the info' junkie he was, Jazz had managed to get his servos on a very interesting data pad in Ultra Magnus's office. He was hiring a new medic named Ratchet.
The name had seemed familiar to the silver mech, and as he digged deeper, he discovered that this particular medic, had gone to the prestigious university of medicine on the upper levels. He was famous and dubbed as a genius. And he was very, very young. He also discovered that this mech, was friends with their engineer/mechanic's professor, Wheeljack. Now that mech was fun. Almost no bot disliked him, it just wasn't possible. Who could hate the mech that blew himself up in every class and laughed about it? Plus, he taught them some very awesome and fun stuff!
Jazz was surprised by his discovery, and had felt sorry for the bot that would have to put up with the twins. Any friend of Wheeljack's just had to be a nice bot. He found it hilarious that the engineer's friend was a medic. He could easily guess who took care of who.
What the silver mech found very interesting, was that both mechs were sparked right here in the lower levels and had somehow gone up to the upper levels to study medicine and engineering respectively. Jazz figured it had something to do with the 'plague' that had haunted Cybertron hundreds of vorns ago. He wasn't quite sure what, but he'd make sure to ask the medic about it when he went to med bay.
"How long da ya think this one will last?" Mused Blaster out loud.
"Hmmmm, hard ta say. From what I know this mech is pretty hard ta break."
Two pairs of optics immediately locked on him.
"Oh? And please tell how do ya know this?"
"Cause I'm Jazz." The silver mech said shamelessly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, leaning back on his chair arms spread out wide above him as if allowing praise to be thrown his way. Blaster and Powerglide just rolled their optics and shook their heads in defeat. Yeah, the silver mehc was very proud of his talent.
Jazz always managed to know everything about anybot. It was frightening just how much info' he could get on a bot. Made you feel very conscious of yourself, praying to Primus that you hadn't done anything embarrassing in your past that he could find out about.
Jazz smiled and looked back at what the twins were doing. "Uh Oh..." he thought, suddenly alert. "Those two are up ta something again." He knew they'd never do anything that would injure another... unless they really deserved it. And many had rightfully earned whatever the twins had dropped on them. He pointed his observation to his friends.
"The spawns are gonna drive somebot insane again."
"'Bout time. It was getting too quite." Blaster said seriously. Jazz just laughed alongside Powerglide.
Before any of them could do anything, the booming voice of their dear director echoed through the whole court yard.
"Alright bots! Go to your class! I don't care if there's a few breems before they begin! I want you to be there NOW!"
Many bots got up hurriedly and literally ran towards their class. The director was a very kind mech... when he wasn't playing his role as a director.
"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! That means you two too!" He roared. Though Jazz could see that he was just trying to look threateningly. He chuckled at the sight.
"That means you too Jazz!" The silver mech jumped as Ultra Magnus appeared in front of him. Looking around he saw his 'dear' friends had abandoned him. Oh he would get those fraggers later. He saw the twins were getting the same treatment from their friends. Mirage nowhere in sight and the younger mech he knew to be Bluestreak already half way across the courtfields. Right now, he wanted to escape the other's glare.
"Come one bots move along!" Continued Ultra Magnus as the courtyard cleared. Then he turned to look at Jazz who hadn't moved.
"Well?"
"Ah come on chief! Fresh air is good fo' ya?" Was the laid back response.
"First of all... we don't need air, second... I don't care." Deadpanned Ultra Magnus as his glare intensified on Jazz.
"Don't make me count."
Jazz's optics widened. "Ohhhh he means business!"
"Okay, okay ah'm leaving!" He said raising his servos in defeat.
Reaching the fourth floor, he caught up with his 'friends' who were waiting for him next to the staircase.
"Oh Jazz! You're alive! We were already planing yer funeral!" Teased Blaster while faking a dramatic faint.
"Har har ah hate ya two. Traitors!" He said seriously before he burst out laughing at the kicked-robopuppy look they had.
"Come on, let's get this over with."
The three of them continued walking down the hall towards their class on the other side of the enormous building, greeting many bots on the way. All of a sudden, he felt it. The urgent need to look behind him. A tug at his spark. As he turned a little, he saw it. He quickly finished turning, certain that this time he had caught whoever it was. This time he was sure he wasn't imagining things, for there amongst the crowd of bots coming and going, he saw the black and white figure, the same one he had seen many times, turn a corner. He so badly wanted to run and see who it was, but was brought back to Cybertron by his friend's voice.
"Ya okay Jazz?"
The silver mech looked back at them. He decided he could wait to chase the mystery bot for now. So as to not worry them, he put on his trademark grin and kept walking towards their own class.
"I'm okay. Not to worry."
Yet as they continued on their way, he looked back at that same corner. He felt saddened for some reason. Pushing those strange feelings aside, he ran to catch up with his friends.
O.O Who is this mech? Will Jazz ever find out?? MUAJAJAAJJAJA
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