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(First in the Rage World Saga) When you're young you tend to do things on the spur of the moment. Sometimes it's a good thing and sometimes not. It can change your whole life as well as shape it. Jazz had a moment like that and took it, he chose not to be bond to Cybertron all his life and goes on a several year trip in space that will help shape who he is now. The young musician also finds out that thoseon the other side of law aren't as bad as he was lead to believe, and those bots and people end up being some of best allies he, or anyone could ever have.
'Fly away?'But to where?
There was just something about space ports that always attracted him to them. Whether it was in Autobot, Decepticon or Neutral control, there was a similarity to all the spaceports that was unique to just that aria. People acted a way they'd never do in other places, like the Towers, Arod or Crystal City.
There was always a background noise of traffic, ships tacking off and landing, people (Cybertronians and aliens alike) bustling about bargaining in the markets not far from the ship 'parking lots' or refueled said ships. It was never completely quite, at night the buzz only dropped a few notches and even inside the ships them selves still had systems running.
Jazz snickered as he watched a couple of aliens try to out wit one another in what seemed like a furious verbal battle to anyone not use to the ways of 'play' fights between close friends or lovers. The musician sipped a cube of Energon and went back to people watching from his perch high up on top of several sturdy crates. They were made of a substance he'd never seen on Cybertron, but the owner had said that he'd be surprised what they could withstand other then a few ton Autobot sitting on them. Well, in any way he was still guarding them and waited for the owner to return. The black and white didn't mind, he was getting several cubes out for just keeping an eye on them.
An unusually shaped and tall form caught Jazz's attention. He didn't know organics could be nearly THAT tall…
The being was almost as tall as an average Cybertonian, mostly leg though. It had tree extra limbs, two being wings and the other coming from it's rear end. It took a moment for Jazz to get the proper name from his memory: a tail. It looked nothing like a jet's tail…
Fascinated, the young Autobot leaned to his right trying to get a better look at the face. Slit like black eyes scanned the market, three horns curved back and over it's head from where it's ears would have been and above it's brow. It was covered head to tail tip in brown scales under bronze colored armor. The golden light of the city reflected off it's scaly hide as the being make a B-line to a mechanic's both.
Jazz shock his head as he lost sight of the weird looking creature. Hmm… he made a mental note to look up it's race, and to update his general knowledge of those who traded with his planet.
Farther thought on that matter was cut short as he spotted the man the goods he was watching belonged to. He leaped nimbly down to the ground after downing the rest of his cube. The short, stout being only came up to Jazz's thigh but he made up for the lack of height in his deep voice, colorful tong and general attitude of 'grumpy old mad man.' Twin horns spiraled up and out from his head in a way that always made it had for Jazz not to giggle at. Cloven hoof feet clomped loudly as the bovine being muttered and complain about the ground on this planet always being made out of metal. Why couldn't these robotic people have enough sense to have good lose dirt? Even there so called 'parks' didn't have a single healthy tree, if they were even trees. Knowing his luck they'd end up being sculptors of some sort…and did Jazz stay with the crates? He had better because it had been more that a pretty credit to him to get that stuff. He couldn't afforded to loose any of those things, he had to supply almost every other ship with something in deep space you know. So it wasn't only him who needed the supplies.
Jazz fought down a chuckle and carefully schooled his features into one of concern for the business of his off world friend. He was well use to it, having known the trader for a few decades and helped him, or his sons, when ever they came to the planet. They never stayed to long. The whole Arfine clan was space bread for to many generations for them to be completely conferrable on any world, even their own home world.
It was latter on in the day when Jazz had an odd restless feeling as he helped Arfine's sons load the heaver of the goods into a shuttle. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but he felt, well, left out as the young Cheeians talked about their mother ship.
It was five days latter that the young Autobot finally figured it out. He was sitting in a bar watching with some amusement as three, clearly over energized bots tried to sing and dance at once. Music thrummed and practically vibrated through the bots and every one was having a grand old time.
But it was an all to familiar tune. He'd seen it and been it thousands of times.
Jazz realized with a start what he was beginning to feel.
Okay, so maybe he might be onto something here. The black and white snagged another cube, not high grade for he wanted to think clearly about this, and made his way to the back. Plopping into a both he sipped the Energon as once again people watched. Though it wasn't as fun to do so here as it was in the market or the main space port.
Jazz debated this new possibility in his life. On one hand it sounded like a TON of fun, but he would miss people and places here surely. He didn't know how homesick he might get, yet he technically didn't have any one set 'home' to his name, at least not yet. If he did go through with his idea he would get far more knowledge of his becoming expertise: different cutlers. It was one thing to study them in data pads and a completely different thing to be in those said cutlers and interact with new people not from just another sector of Cybertron.
Those who knew him where use to him dropping off the face of the planet for years at a time with only a word or two in warning some times. ("Got to go!" "Bye!" "Later!")
More then half way convinced at this point, Jazz flipped a data pad out of subspace and looked at all the possible jobs that where offered to him. At the same time he was trying to calculate when the Arfine clan might be back. A hour later he was confident in what he figured after re-checking his calculations more then twice.
He was moving against the tide of people, or so it seemed. Jazz pushed and nudged his way to the east docking bays. He nearly stepped on one poor sol that let out a yelp and sought the safety that was her guild's shoulder. After a quick "I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!" he made all do speed to a 'big person' rode way. Only those the size of a mini bot and up were to use it.
Jazz almost missed his target. He almost tripped over the target's navigator too. Well, he did.
"Meeki!" the blue skinned being yelped and dove to the side as far to much Autobot was bearing down on her. The resounding crash that fallowed made her fatten all four of her ears to the back of her scull and neck and two of her teal eyes squinted in sympathy. Oh that had to hurt…
"…" the Arfine smacked his thick hand to his face in exasperation, "Nice to see you again Jazz, but if you don't mind please don't step on any more of my crew. Itchians," he nodded his great horned head to the slim blue female, "Are very hard to convince to come dirt side once they get into outer space."
"Abrook ta ne sabim." The Itchian said and half turned away from her employer with her nose in the air. She was just about cleared Jazz's ankle in height and quick slim. To say that she was mostly leg would be all to true, for her limbs were long and looked like she was from a jungle based planet. She had two sets of eyes and ears, one eye on top of another one. One set of ears was very long, reacting just past her middle and the other pair were a fourth of the length of the first set and mode more freely this way and that catching every sound they could. Apparently her kind didn't have a taboo on nudity coz the only thing she had on was the bottom half of a ship suit, but it also looked like her kind also had a 'internal everything' thing too so nothing was showing that shouldn't be.
"What! I am not of that heritage!" Arfine said indignantly and Jazz joined the clan leader's sons in snickering.
Carefully, and looking where he placed his feet, jazz stood back up, brushing himself off as if he didn't just take an ungraceful nose dive. He was promptly enlisted to help the traders during the few days they would be staying. It was on the last day the group of five were on world that jazz approached the Arfine. They were in the nearly full shuttle bay, the Arfine standing on a crate checking another and Jazz standing beside him holding yet another crate full of metical supplies (Jazz had yet to find out why the clan leader needed those) so they where basically eye-to-optic.
The young Autobot told the trader what he wanted to do and asked if it was possible.
The Arfine almost hit his head jerking back. Cursing under his breath the Cheeian turned to face Jazz and demanded to know if he heard right or wrong and Jazz had better repeat himself.
So Jazz repeated himself, still smiling.
"I said: I want ta join ya in space, can I come wit' ya guys?"
I don't own the Transformers, just those I made up as well as the Rage World bots. I don't think I have to say that every chapter so I wont. Please don't use my Ragians with out asking, thank you.
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