Chapter 26: Get Down Tonight!
A/N: Hmm, going for a weekend trip, but I will reply to your reviews when I get back, 'kay? ;) Also, it'll give me some time to structure my ideas.
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Fact: Thundercracker, aerial Decepticon warrior, wing mate of Starscream and Skywarp. Able to fly at Mach two speeds, armed with dual shoulder mounted cannons, shooting heat resistant ceramic bullets containing flammable material, one hundred rounds per minute. Additional equipment include two drone missiles, delivering three thousand pounds of TNT upon impact. External weaponry put aside, the blue seeker possesses the ability to generate sound energy, creating devastating sonic booms over a two hundred mile radius. Strength and intelligence: above average. Not weak, not dumb, just more morally conscious compared to most of his fellow Decepticons.
Fact: Jazz, Autobot special operations, saboteur and Starscream's preference of Autobot fender. Uses a solar powered photon rifle with nine mile accuracy, no matter what stance he's taking, (preferably breakdancing; freezes with ammo mastered, flares and guns in training to ultimate perfection). Inbuilt speakers blares a light show and catchy sound show, leaving most opponents distracted, bewildered, and down from the boogie. Rifle aside, Jazz's solar powered windshields can also fuel his majestic leaps provided with his ailerons. Strength comparatively weaker than average, because he's a lover, not a fighter, and skill coupled by daring makes a bot incredibly stylish and irresistible to female Decepticon aerial commanders.
In other words, Jazz knew very well that brainlessly grinding knuckles against Thundercracker already decided the victor of the preemptive bout.
If Jazz were some other Autobot. Thundercracker didn't care. All he saw was some dirty slag who was being improper with Starscream.
And she was enjoying it.
'She can be with everyone but me? WHY?!' the Decepticon's disorientated thoughts scurried through his cerebral circuits. 'Is she afraid of 'hurting' my feelings?!'
"Hey hey hey, Deceptiboob, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!" The blue seeker's mind snapped back to Jazz's unwanted remarks, sounding eerily familiar. The blue warrior stampeded his way to the Autobot in disguise, almost taking off from the ground if his anger did not weigh his very steps down. Jazz started to close the gap between the blue jet, feet sprinting lightly in contrast to Thundercracker's furious trampling. In a dark flash the saboteur leapt over Thundercracker like a cat, using the enraged seeker's head for support before transforming into his alt mode. Placing more weight on his rear wheels, Jazz immediately pulled the handbrake and kicked his accelerator, forcing the engine into a violent roar. The jet's back hunched into submission as he caught the Autobot tires skidding noisily on his shoulders, driving off after the smell from the sore burning sensation tickled their olfactory senses. Pulling his face upright, Thundercracker tightened into a jet and chased after the impudent Transformer.
"Like your new tattoo? It's called Goodyear!" Jazz drove as fast as he could from the blue seeker. "Catch my drift?"
A sharp corner forced Thundercracker to retreat upwards to avoid banging into a wall, while Jazz took the ninety degree turn with motor skill grace.
"Laugh all you want Autobot!" The blue seeker growled to the impudent saboteur driving in a zigzag pattern between the buildings. "I can see everything you do in the skies!"
"Good boy, you're learning!" Jazz hollered back. "You must be the smarter ones without commander Sexy Back!"
"Don't call her that-!" Jazz didn't wait for Thundercracker to finish his sentence when the vehicle disappeared into an abandoned building. 'It's a trap,' he thought, hovering around the edifice. The windows and back door were locked shut with age, decaying into the small cracks, save for the front door. 'He knows I can't maneuver in that cramp building.' Thundercracker glided back to the ground with his legs.
'If I was in jet mode. Now he's got nowhere to run.' The blue jet cocked his head to look at the obsolete sign, embedded with the rusty '84' into the warped metal. A shameful memory in the data pad of Autobot history. What was he trying to prove anyway? Thundercracker had no idea. Terminating another Decepticon in this area proved nothing but their basic savagery and overzealous fanatics littered in their ranks. The blue jet strolled warily into the greying structure …
And found Jazz in the dark. In front of him, flanking his sides…even on the ceiling. Thundercracker swung a heated fist to the one right behind him, as it warped with a crackle to the futile attack. A hologram. As they all were. He heard the building echoing with the black Transformer's jovial voice, giving the impression that he himself had transformed into the structure Thundercracker was currently boxed in.
"Come on in, what did you say? A clue! A clue! You see a clue! Another Blue's Clues day, hooray!" The Autobots surrounding him started thrusting their arms and legs idiotically to the tune. Their mouths were not moving in time to the chorus, some lagging while others were rapidly lip synching to the alien song which was flooding Thundercracker's audio receptors with aggravation. The blue jet scrutinized the holograms; the programming was old and probably existed vorns ago, neglected and made obsolete with technological advancement. So Jazz was familiar with this building, and Thundercracker became his first guinea pigatron. But the seeker ignored his childish tricks. He was going to slag the persistent Autobot to the Inferno and beyond.
"Do you wanna play Blue's Clues? And clap your hands (clap your hands)-"
Thundercracker's hatred for the Autobots was refueled once more, and the chant ended when a pair of blue hands slapped themselves together, forcing the building to sway to the sonic boom. The holograms shivered, and they all flicked out a pair of visors out from their sub compartments, clipping the blue accessory to their heads. Now, the seeker grinned, now, he looked more like himself. And resumed dancing.
"Clap your hands! Clap your hands and learn something new!" they flipped an spun wildly in their places, "Join our Blue's Clues band today!"
"NEVER!!!" A fist connected with the seeker's wing and the jet spun around, to receive another blow to the head.
"This building's not too strong. You think I'm gonna 'clap my hands' and have it fall on me, Autoscrap?!"
The holograms pinned their thumbs to their heads and started razzing at him. Instincts overtook logic and the seeker elbowed the hologram to his side, to hear a solid thump instead of the mirage spitting in protest. A direct hit! Thundercracker lunged with clawed digits at the hologram, and grabbed Jazz's waist, flinging him to one corner. A move he regretted later when the latter disappeared into the safety of the darkness.
"That's it Autobot, no more games!" Thundercracker charged to exit the circle. A dark hand grabbed the Decepticon by the scruff and threw him back in with a swift kick to the chest, cracking the glass of his cockpit. What followed was a rapid shower of fists on his supine body, leaving nicks and dents in the process. Regaining his senses, the blue Transformer took hold of Jazz's fists and snarled in fury at the saboteur sitting on him.
"Uh oh."
"Uh oh is right. RAAAAAAAHH!!!"
Jazz broke a hole in the wall and spun on the floor outside, trying to regain his equilibrium. Heavy feet belonging to the blue seeker marched outside the structure, making his way to the Autobot. First thing he was going to do, was break his optics with his visors. Thundercracker's auto repair system was already trying to patch up one of his own, hissing at the red glass cutting through the delicate wiring. Jazz was not aimlessly punching him, taking into account the more fragile areas of Transformer anatomy. He watched Jazz warily turn himself over and shake the dizziness out of his head.
'You don't care about her. Not you, not Megatron…not even that pipsqueak Rumble. None of you do! You won't think about her like I would. None of you!' Thundercracker raised his arm cannons to Jazz's head. The saboteur face was suddenly washed over with an unexpected calmness. Thundercracker spoke in a dangerously low tone.
"(…You won't love her like I do…)"
"Um…Thundercracker?" A small smile graced Jazz's countenance. "Look behind you!"
A pair of grey legs struck the seeker in the neck and shoulder, instantaneously throwing the hapless jet aside. Pulling a full grin, Jazz spun into his alt mode and waited for his passenger to do the same, feeling the boom box bounce into his seat as Jazz spun his wheels.
"Hey Blaster, did ya' miss me?" Jazz chirped over his radio, speeding away from the scene.
"Did I miss you? Man, if you're in trouble, you should have called me earlier!" Blaster chided at his friend. "We woulda dropkicked that con's keister sooner if ya did!"
"My bad, my bad-"
"(Think I knocked him out cold, he's getting' all blue even, heh-!) So Jazz man, got yourself a new girlfriend?"
"Don't know what you're talking about."
"Okay, say if you weren't going out with a Deceptibabe, who just coincidentally isn't Starscream-"
"How'd you know? Skyblubber told you?"
A rare pause captured the boom box's vocaliser. "No….just callin' your bluff."
"…Touché, music man, touché. So? Whaddya think?"
"Well…" Blaster quietly chose his words. "You got some funky taste in females, that I gotta say!"
"Not a word to no one, Blaster-"
"Way, way, wait, whaddya' think I am, stupid?! Now ya' gotta do somethin' for me or I'll broadcast it to infinity and beyond, Meister!"
"Yeah, what?"
"…She been a bad girl?"
"Of course."
"Then you need ta' spank that fine bootay!"
"Done-diddly done."
"FOR REAL?! DYAAAAUUM!!!!!"
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A/N: Um…I don't apologise for dirtying your minds! XD Okay, as much stereotyping as there is, Blaster does sound kinda clichéd. Then again, everything in the 80's did. And for those who didn't know, if it weren't for Blaster, Jazz would have been the token 'black' TF :P Meister is Jazz's Japanese name, which means 'Master' in German.