Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Digital Art / Hobbyist Core Member PurrVFemale/United Kingdom Groups :iconknightformers: Knightformers
 
Recent Activity
Deviant for 8 Years
21 Month Core Membership
Statistics 1,977 Deviations 20,127 Comments 300,479 Pageviews

Newest Deviations

Random Favourites

Webcam

If I make my panty charms, would you buy them? 

54%
28 deviants said I must have Optimus' panties!
27%
14 deviants said Just Optimus? ¬¬ I wanted Blitzwing panties
19%
10 deviants said Not into that

Groups

:icondirtyformers: :icontfa-megatronxoptimus: :icontfa-ultraxoptimus: :iconmegatrontheperv: :iconknightformers: :iconyoutubegfx: :icontransformslash: :icontwisted-formers:

STAMPS

I love panties by PurrVMeg+Opti Surprise Buttsex by GeminiGirl83HACHIKO by AngelMorriganMegatron Love 2 by GeminiGirl83CROTCH SHOT by higher-flyerI laughed at this scene by Fluffah:thumb173743456:robot crush by meimei-stampsMTMTE Drift stamp by Imber-NoctisPrime Optimus Heart Stamp by Dragon-Star-EmpressMTMTE Rodimus stamp by Imber-Noctis:thumb340985685::thumb341008375:Optimus is OOH LA LA by MetallikatoWheeljack x Ratchet by Jonou

ALL PRIZES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 2, 2016, 4:54 PM


Now for the moment you've all been waiting for! THE WINNERS! 

I'd like to thank those who entered the contest and I just want you all to know it was hard to put them in the order I chose but I loved them all! They captured the theme perfectly!

Now on to the technical stuff which is also IMPORTANT, the prizes will be handed out via a dibbing system. This means that the 1st place winner will choose one of the prizes first. Once they have chosen the 2nd place winner will choose one of the remaining prizes, all the way to the runner up :) So UNTIL I NOTE YOU please do not ask for a prize until I tell you which ones are available. I will need your addresses!

Also please be aware that I won't be able to post any of these prizes until mid March due to work :( Sorry about that

Now lets get to the countdown :D

IN 1ST PLACE

contestEntryPurrV by crimson-nemesis by crimson-nemesis

I'm a sucker for these two and I know that they aren't exactly canon (yet) but I loved the chemistry between them. Rodimus is the screw up who feels guilty over his actions and Drift is the one who ends up suffering for it but we all know that he will forgive Roddy no matter what. This mini comic is simple but adorable and shows us the relationship that is Rodimus and Drift :) Congrats!

The Prize you claimed: 012e1a3a0e80950bcef4c9208d927f44df97a70a38 00001 by PurrV

MTMTE and RID treasury edition - featuring the death of optimus prime, MTMTE #1 and RID#1 - autographed by James Roberts and Andrew Griffith

IN 2ND PLACE

  Cyclonus x Tailgate - LiebestodTitle: Liebestod
(PLEASE see Artist's Notes BEFORE reading, for warnings and disclaimers)
Cyclonus x Tailgate - Liebestod
Cyclonus walked aimlessly, ignored by the crew on patrol duty and ignoring them in turn, too preoccupied to concern himself with distrustful stares.
Tailgate had come to him with news of death, his death, within the span of three solar cycles. He'd used days, an inaccurate Autobot term, but even that flawed terminology had not lessened the impact of his words.
It had been a terrible revelation, shaking Cyclonus' generally self-possessed nature to its foundations and, unable to provide an adequate response, he'd opted to remove himself quickly in order to think. In his abruptness he'd left Tailgate dismayed and very much alone, something he deeply regretted.
He walked on, and it wasn't long before he ventured through one of the ship's sectors still undergoing repairs after Overlord's onslaught. As he walked he turned for a moment, catching a glimpse of his mirror ima
 by v-for-vincent

This is a well written fic based on the popular pairing THAT IS TOTALLY CANON NOW that is Cyclonus and Tailgate. Cyclonus, the proud warrior on a ship that hates him, struggling with his feelings over someone he considers pitiful and Tailgate, the adorable mini bot, scared of his uncertain future. Like love, it's confusing, it get get you upset, but you soon learn that it's totally a necessity of life! I totally recommend this to anyone who isn't a CYGATE fan! Congrats! :clap:

The Prize you claimed:  Untitled by PurrV

A copy of the print used for the RID cover, autographed by Casey W. Coller
IN 3RD PLACE

 The power of love! by Nightscream19 by Nightscream19

The first canon gay couple (I'M NOT GETTING INTO THAT GENDER ROLE DEBATE) in the Transformers universe, the all time favourite Chromedome and Rewind. They love each other to death and you can clearly see it's been captured right here :) Nice going :dummy:


The Prize you claimed: 01f350880c00913ffd1e565ff35214950c91ff2e75 by PurrV

IN 4TH PLACE

 So then he says to me... by Happyhedgehog by Happyhedgehog

Another favourite pairing, Swerve and Skids. There is a chemistry between them and they clearly care for each other and what better place to hand out with a loved one then in the place they work and relax ^^ Congrats :w00t:


The Prize you claimed: 

IN 5TH PLACE

 Cygate lovey dovey stuff by Somebody14 by Somebody14

Another cute Cygate! This mini comic totally captures their personalities :heart: So cute! 


The Prize you claimed:
01a7ab32b1d716728c9973c10230f7c0bcf6ff9d39 by PurrV


IN 6TH PLACE

  Thinking About Us (Cyclonus x Tailgate fic)“Cyclonus! Is something wrong?!”, Velocity cried out when she ran  into the medbay.
Cyclonus looked at Velocity from his seat by Tailgate’s medical berth.  “No, I’m fine and nothing has changed with Tailgate...” he said he looked back at the comatose minibot.
“Are you sure?”  Because it sounded like you were in pain” Velocity said concerned.
Cyclonus sighed. “I take it you’re not familiar with Primal Vernacular.”
Velocity looked looked a little confused.  
“It’s also known also known as Old Cybertronian.   I was singing in that language,” Cyclonus explained.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Velocity said feeling a little awkward.  
“Trust me, this isn’t the first time this has happened, “Cyclonus said.  “Last time I was teaching Tailgate some songs.  He’s the only other mech I know on this ship that appericaites the language.&
 by FallenAngelAerith

This is a more popular pairing than I thought XD A sweet little fic over the aftermath of the recent MTMTE comic. A must read! Well done :hug:


The Prize you claimed:
Image by PurrV

IN 7TH PLACE

 Longing by Anuset by Anuset

An interesting entry with a pairing that we've might never seen before but it's still sweet ^^ Lovely work capturing a OTP you clearly treasure :)

The Prize you claimed: 
 Untitled by PurrV

IN 8TH PLACE

 Roddi/Drift by Kikage100 by Kikage100

My OTP in a cute bedroom scene :) A lovely moment captured at the right moment ;) Well done!

The Prize you claimed: Image by PurrV

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: My iphone
  • Reading: More Than Meets The Eye IDW
  • Watching: Netflix
  • Playing: Animal Crossing New Leaf
  • Eating: Sushi
  • Drinking: Dr Pepper

deviantID

PurrV's Profile Picture
PurrV

Artist | Hobbyist | Digital Art
United Kingdom
We are all PERVS! and I admitted it X3

ID by :iconchibi-ika:
Interests

Activity


ALL PRIZES HAVE BEEN CHOSEN!

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 2, 2016, 4:54 PM


Now for the moment you've all been waiting for! THE WINNERS! 

I'd like to thank those who entered the contest and I just want you all to know it was hard to put them in the order I chose but I loved them all! They captured the theme perfectly!

Now on to the technical stuff which is also IMPORTANT, the prizes will be handed out via a dibbing system. This means that the 1st place winner will choose one of the prizes first. Once they have chosen the 2nd place winner will choose one of the remaining prizes, all the way to the runner up :) So UNTIL I NOTE YOU please do not ask for a prize until I tell you which ones are available. I will need your addresses!

Also please be aware that I won't be able to post any of these prizes until mid March due to work :( Sorry about that

Now lets get to the countdown :D

IN 1ST PLACE

contestEntryPurrV by crimson-nemesis by crimson-nemesis

I'm a sucker for these two and I know that they aren't exactly canon (yet) but I loved the chemistry between them. Rodimus is the screw up who feels guilty over his actions and Drift is the one who ends up suffering for it but we all know that he will forgive Roddy no matter what. This mini comic is simple but adorable and shows us the relationship that is Rodimus and Drift :) Congrats!

The Prize you claimed: 012e1a3a0e80950bcef4c9208d927f44df97a70a38 00001 by PurrV

MTMTE and RID treasury edition - featuring the death of optimus prime, MTMTE #1 and RID#1 - autographed by James Roberts and Andrew Griffith

IN 2ND PLACE

  Cyclonus x Tailgate - LiebestodTitle: Liebestod
(PLEASE see Artist's Notes BEFORE reading, for warnings and disclaimers)
Cyclonus x Tailgate - Liebestod
Cyclonus walked aimlessly, ignored by the crew on patrol duty and ignoring them in turn, too preoccupied to concern himself with distrustful stares.
Tailgate had come to him with news of death, his death, within the span of three solar cycles. He'd used days, an inaccurate Autobot term, but even that flawed terminology had not lessened the impact of his words.
It had been a terrible revelation, shaking Cyclonus' generally self-possessed nature to its foundations and, unable to provide an adequate response, he'd opted to remove himself quickly in order to think. In his abruptness he'd left Tailgate dismayed and very much alone, something he deeply regretted.
He walked on, and it wasn't long before he ventured through one of the ship's sectors still undergoing repairs after Overlord's onslaught. As he walked he turned for a moment, catching a glimpse of his mirror ima
 by v-for-vincent

This is a well written fic based on the popular pairing THAT IS TOTALLY CANON NOW that is Cyclonus and Tailgate. Cyclonus, the proud warrior on a ship that hates him, struggling with his feelings over someone he considers pitiful and Tailgate, the adorable mini bot, scared of his uncertain future. Like love, it's confusing, it get get you upset, but you soon learn that it's totally a necessity of life! I totally recommend this to anyone who isn't a CYGATE fan! Congrats! :clap:

The Prize you claimed:  Untitled by PurrV

A copy of the print used for the RID cover, autographed by Casey W. Coller
IN 3RD PLACE

 The power of love! by Nightscream19 by Nightscream19

The first canon gay couple (I'M NOT GETTING INTO THAT GENDER ROLE DEBATE) in the Transformers universe, the all time favourite Chromedome and Rewind. They love each other to death and you can clearly see it's been captured right here :) Nice going :dummy:


The Prize you claimed: 01f350880c00913ffd1e565ff35214950c91ff2e75 by PurrV

IN 4TH PLACE

 So then he says to me... by Happyhedgehog by Happyhedgehog

Another favourite pairing, Swerve and Skids. There is a chemistry between them and they clearly care for each other and what better place to hand out with a loved one then in the place they work and relax ^^ Congrats :w00t:


The Prize you claimed: 

IN 5TH PLACE

 Cygate lovey dovey stuff by Somebody14 by Somebody14

Another cute Cygate! This mini comic totally captures their personalities :heart: So cute! 


The Prize you claimed:
01a7ab32b1d716728c9973c10230f7c0bcf6ff9d39 by PurrV


IN 6TH PLACE

  Thinking About Us (Cyclonus x Tailgate fic)“Cyclonus! Is something wrong?!”, Velocity cried out when she ran  into the medbay.
Cyclonus looked at Velocity from his seat by Tailgate’s medical berth.  “No, I’m fine and nothing has changed with Tailgate...” he said he looked back at the comatose minibot.
“Are you sure?”  Because it sounded like you were in pain” Velocity said concerned.
Cyclonus sighed. “I take it you’re not familiar with Primal Vernacular.”
Velocity looked looked a little confused.  
“It’s also known also known as Old Cybertronian.   I was singing in that language,” Cyclonus explained.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Velocity said feeling a little awkward.  
“Trust me, this isn’t the first time this has happened, “Cyclonus said.  “Last time I was teaching Tailgate some songs.  He’s the only other mech I know on this ship that appericaites the language.&
 by FallenAngelAerith

This is a more popular pairing than I thought XD A sweet little fic over the aftermath of the recent MTMTE comic. A must read! Well done :hug:


The Prize you claimed:
Image by PurrV

IN 7TH PLACE

 Longing by Anuset by Anuset

An interesting entry with a pairing that we've might never seen before but it's still sweet ^^ Lovely work capturing a OTP you clearly treasure :)

The Prize you claimed: 
 Untitled by PurrV

IN 8TH PLACE

 Roddi/Drift by Kikage100 by Kikage100

My OTP in a cute bedroom scene :) A lovely moment captured at the right moment ;) Well done!

The Prize you claimed: Image by PurrV

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: My iphone
  • Reading: More Than Meets The Eye IDW
  • Watching: Netflix
  • Playing: Animal Crossing New Leaf
  • Eating: Sushi
  • Drinking: Dr Pepper

Mature Content


or, enter your birth date.


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
JazzXSideswipe fanfic
Warnings so far: Murder mystery

------------------------------------------------------

Opening his heavy optics, Jazz found himself staring up at the ceiling of his room. He was still feeling tired and he yawned as he rolled over. Peering over at the shelf where he left his visor he was pleased to see that the gel had did its job, the cracks completely gone. Once he was wide awake he'd give them a test to see if the software in it was still functioning. He continued to lay there, feeling a little lazy.

"Few more minutes," he murmured.

However his little lie in was disturbed when the sound of distant loud music could be heard. Jazz grunted as he rolled over again in a vain attempt to block it out. When that failed he tried to smother his audios with a pillow. The music seemed to be getting louder and Jazz finally had enough, sitting up and slamming the pillow onto his berth. He grabbed his visor as he left the room, following the music to its source. He wasn't too surprised to find it was coming from Sideswipe's room, finding himself standing outside the closed door. Instead of knocking he carefully opened the door and peered inside. 

The first thing he saw was Sideswipe, unaware of Jazz's presence, in the middle of a mix between cleaning up his room and dancing to some loud music. The song playing was a decent hip tune with a steady beat and Sideswipe was clearly enjoying it. The red mech continued to shake his hips and sway his body to the music, humming the tune that played out and just looked like he was having fun in general.

Jazz just stood there, his brain module finally fully online, as he watched Sideswipe boogie to the song, who was still unaware that Jazz was watching him. Although he should be annoyed he was disturbed from some extra sleep, he could not help but let his optics wander down Sideswipe's moving body. He only now just realised how slim and flexible the red mech's body was, how the red and black metal complemented each other. Every now and then Sideswipe would jerk his hips to a particular beat of the song, and Jazz was absolutely transfixed upon them. Even the way he swayed his aft was almost hypnotising.

He forced himself to stop gawking at Sideswipe and walked over to the stereo where the music blared out from. Slamming a finger down on the mute button the song ceased and Sideswipe danced to the sound of silence for a moment before he realised what was going on. The red mech stopped and looked over his shoulder, gasping when he saw Jazz.

"W-when-... how long were you standing there?" he stuttered, his face turning a bright shade of pink as he stumbled backwards. He walked right into his case of data novels, knocking a number of them down. Sideswipe squeaked upon seeing his collection on the floor and quickly tried to tidy it up.

Feeling a little responsible Jazz walked over to assist him. "Lemme help," he said, bending down to pick a few up.

"N-no," begged the embarrassed Sideswipe, his arms full of data novels, "I can do it, just stay away!"

"I already know you read romance novels kid," teased Jazz, picking one up and looking at the cover. "I left my Spark in Crystal City. Interesting."

Sideswipe dropped the novels he held to hide his bright pink face. "Nooooo," he moaned. "Why is this happening to me?"

Jazz picked a few more up, reading the titles aloud. "Forbidden Sparks. Gone with the Solar Wind. The Prime and I. It Happened One Orbital Cycle. The Fallen's Bride. My Optics look to you." Jazz couldn't help but smirk at these cheesy romance titles. They were the sort of things lonely mechs or femmes read when they were single and desperate for love though some of them were actually a really good classics. He even had that famous unnamed love story written by an ancient Prime. "How many of these do you have?" laughed Jazz.

Sideswipe rolled up into a ball of shame uttering a long low moan of despair, unable to look or even say anything to Jazz. He murmured something but it was unintelligible. It must have been really embarrassing for him to have someone get a closer look at his data novel collection. Jazz couldn't resist teasing him, thinking it was suitable payback for waking him up with the loud music. He did stack them back but he spotted one that was different from the others.

"How to be a better partner for your lover?"

As he read the title aloud, Sideswipe sat up immediately and snatched it away from Jazz, his face blushing even more. "Stop reading these," he blurted, grabbing a handful of the them and crammed them onto the shelf. "I have to put them back in the right order!"

Jazz decided he teased Sideswipe enough and stepped back to allow him to clean up the mess without embarrassing him any further. He gazed around the room and was impressed how clean and spacious it looked. There were still boxes here and there, possibly filled with items that Sideswipe was either going to throw away or sort out later. He continued to admire the cleanliness of the room when his optics fell upon something he didn't expect Sideswipe to have. It was a finely designed dresser complete with a vanity mirror, which unfortunately was broken. It reminded Jazz of the ones he saw at the studios where the models would sit before them whilst applying makeup and jewellery. There was a lone box on the dresser marked "useless junk" in big red letters. Peering over at the red mech to see he was still shoving his novels away, Jazz grew a bit curious and peeped inside the box. It was even more surprising to see it was full of beauty products, makeup cases and perfumes. All of them had been used whilst some were left unfinished. Upon closer inspection Jazz could see that these were high quality products and really expensive ones too. Why would someone like Sideswipe have so many items like these?

Something in the box caught his optics, a lone digital print of a mech he didn't recognise. Jazz tried to reach for it but a pair of red arms wrapped themselves around the box and snatched it away before he could. "Stop looking at my things," he wailed, his face still a bright shade of pink. "Why are you being so nosey today?"

He shoved the box under his berth, Jazz spying a few other ones like it. "Didn't think you were the type to use beauty products," chuckled Jazz awkwardly. Sideswipe suddenly scowled at him. "Sorry," winced Jazz, raising his hands in a sign of apology.

Once he had hidden the stuff he didn't want Jazz to see Sideswipe recomposed himself. "Was there something you wanted?" he asked, trying to sound firm but was clearly still flustered.

"I originally came here to tell you to shut off that music," explained Jazz with a yawn. "I was tryin' to catch up on my recharge due to what transpired last night." Sideswipe suddenly looked a little guilty, realising it was partly his fault why Jazz was so tired. "How come you're wide awake?" demanded Jazz, wiping his weary optics, "you had to work yesterday, didn't you?"

Sideswipe scratched his helm. "In between shifts we get long breaks, so I take a nap during them so I can keep going."

"How long are your breaks?" asked the curious Jazz, thinking that they had to be quite long naps.

"A couple hours," replied Sideswipe, "maybe more." He got breaks that lasted that long? Either they were overstaffed or it was just a quiet period at the hotel. Still it did explain why Sideswipe was up and about. "Sometimes when I try to stay awake I end up falling into recharge anyway," continued Sideswipe, "that particular break room just makes me feel sleepy."

The two awkwardly chuckled at each before they found themselves in an awkward silence. "So anyway," said Jazz, wanting to break the silence, "if you want some late night trainin' again, we're gonna need to set some dates around our work."

Sideswipe nodded. "I'm actually free this week," he said, "so anytime you're free would be great."

Jazz checked his schedule and apart from a photo shoot that Sunstreaker had to attend in another part of the city, he too had a slightly relaxed time frame. "Tomorrow night?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I can make that," replied Sideswipe with a smile. The silence came back and the pair of them stood there, both of them unsure of what to do next. "Soooooo..." trailed off Sideswipe.

"Yeah, I better go," said Jazz, believing he had taken up enough of Sideswipe's time. Before he left he looked back at the red mech and grinned. "Nice dancin' by the way." Sideswipe blushed again, growling in frustration as he grabbed a pillow off his berth and flung it towards Jazz. It just missed him and Jazz stepped out of the room, closing the door behind. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself after all that.

Heading back to his room, his comm went off alerting him that Prowl was trying to call him. He quickly ducked into his room and closed the door before answering the call. "Where the hell have you been!?" came an angry voice.

"Sleepin'," replied Jazz.

"Hmm, a good thing I acquired those military engex drinks for you, which wasn't easy by the way. My boss is wondering why I would need such a strong energon for this investigation," muttered Prowl, which made Jazz pull a fist with delight. "Anyway, I need you to meet me down here at the Base tonight," demanded Prowl.

"How come?" asked Jazz, slumping onto his berth.

"I found an opportunity to speak with Thunderhoof," explained Prowl, "and hopefully it won't result in a brawl."

"Ain't he a crime boss?" If there was one thing Jazz knew about crime bosses, is was that their triggermechs and goons weren't too far behind.

"As I said, I found an opportunity to speak with him without violence," assured Prowl, "I'll send you the coordinates."

"Cool," replied Jazz, relaxing into his berth.

"Oh by the way Jazz," continued Prowl, "about that case you sent down, the one that belonged to Brawl." Jazz recalled the giant case that his predecessor left behind and the fact that Nightbeat had recorded it in his notes. "I studied every last inch of it and the only thing I could find were traces of spark flowers."

"Spark flowers?" That too was on the list. "So Brawl was walkin' around with a giant case of flowers?"

"Not quite," explained Prowl, "after studying the case a little further I concluded that there was something heavy placed in there."

"Any idea what?" asked Jazz.

"None unfortunately," sighed Prowl, "the case was cleaned throughly and I was lucky to find that small trace of the flower."

Jazz sighed as these clues made no sense. "What did Brawl had to do with any of this?" he muttered over the line.

"Possibly more than we know," replied Prowl, "Strongarm recently discovered that Brawl was one of Thunderhoof's lackeys."

"Woah wait, he worked for him?" Judging from his mugshot Brawl did look the type to work for a mob boss. Though if he was, how did he end up working for Sunstreaker as his bodyguard. "Do you think the Mortal Sol knew?"

"Unsure at the moment, but most likely no," answered Prowl, "it's possible Thunderhoof sent him undercover as I did with you, only for a more sinister reason. You'd be surprised how many of these bodyguards for the Towers models work for gangs and crooks. There's shanix to be made when it comes to these models and you can bet your blades that they'd sell anything they can get their paws on. Anyway we'll find out tonight. Don't be late."

------------------------------------------------------

Arriving outside a shabby motel door, Jazz knocked a few times until it opened. Stepping inside the stench of stale furniture and cheap polish filled his olfactory sensors. There were stains on the walls and marks on the floor, and Jazz was certain he saw a turbo rat scurry about in a corner before disappearing behind a chair. Although it was refreshing to be back in a normal environment, well normal enough for Jazz, it still made him feel a little off to be in such an disorderly room. He really needed to get out of the Towers as fast as possible. Prowl was standing by the window with his optical enhancer on, a bag placed next to him on a shabby dresser. He was staring intensely out the window at something, ignoring Jazz for a moment but was muttering something to himself. Jazz took a peek at the bag, smiling when he spotted those engex shakes he wanted

"You do care," chortled Jazz, taking one out and snapping it open.

"Hurry up and drink one," ordered Prowl, still staring out the window. "He'll arrive any minute."

As Jazz slurped the drink down, shivering a little from the extreme buzz he felt the moment it touched his glossa, he joined Prowl by the window. The first thing he saw through the dirty glass was a large club across the murky street. Bright colourful words spelt out the word "Ment" and it was surrounded by call femmes and rent mechs along with potential customers. Sturdy bouncers guarded the doors, trying to shoo away the harlots from the vicinity of the establishment. Some sleazy bots who looked like they had a few shanix to spend would enter with a couple of rent mechs or call femmes on each arm. 

Jazz stared at the club unimpressed. "What kind of name is Ment?" snorted Jazz, taking another swig of his special drink.

"Apparently they named it that because it's located in the Base," answered Prowl, "Base. Ment. Basement." Even though he was the one who explained it Prowl still appeared unamused as did Jazz. "Apparently they thought it was clever," muttered Prowl.

"Apparently they aren't," scoffed Jazz. "So I'm guessin' Thunderhoof is a frequent visitor to this joint?"

"He is," replied Prowl, "it may look low down but it has a special VIP section located around the rear of the building, that's where all their expensive patrons go including Thunderhoof. He'll show up soon so remain alert and finish your engex."

Jazz appeared impressed with Prowl's work. "Alright, so what's the plan?"

"When he enters the club we will go in and talk with him," explained Prowl, still looking out the window.

"That's it!?" gasped Jazz, shocked that such an idea came from such a mech like Prowl. "This Thunderhoof is a crime boss right? That means he's a thug, a crook, a killer and he'll have a few sturdy triggermechs followin' him about to prevent bots like us from gettin' near him. You're tellin' me that we're just goin' to waltz in there and hope he'll agree to have a talk with us?"

"I don't think he will," answered Prowl calmly, "I'll know he will. Thunderhoof is a lot of things, but at the end of the day he is all about business. Besides if it does get messy we'll just have to use a little force."

Jazz still thought it was rather risky plan, even if it was Prowl who came up with it. They were in an area of the Base where crooks and thugs ruled the streets, and the law took no interest in it because they either didn't care or they themselves took part in it. Jazz wasn't afraid of danger but he was afraid that they weren't going to find what they need by this direct approach. Prowl was smart, terrifyingly smart. He must had come up with a good plan to go along with this idea. All he could do is hope that Thunderhoof was the type who listened.

As they waited Jazz noticed a couple of small canisters on a rusty table. "What are those?" he asked, picking one up.

"I wanted to run tests on Knockout's drugs, so I acquired some," answered Prowl, "these two are perfectly legal and they were the ones Nightbeat was interested in."

Looking at the labels on the canisters Jazz saw the names of the chemicals inside each one. The first one was the aphrodisiac and the other was the sleeping medicine. They both had rather large warnings, demanding that no alcoholic energon was to be consumed within 24 hours after taking either of the drugs. At least Knockout did stick by his Hippocratic oath. It did make him wonder how these drugs were involved in Nightbeat's case. The only thing he knew about this mystery case that it somehow involved the twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, these drugs and Thunderhoof, that hotel and Brawl's case, and the fact that it was a cold case Nightbeat was working on. Some of my them were tied together but so far they still made no sense. They didn't even know what exactly the cold case was. Was it an old murder case? Most cold cases revolved around unsolved murders, but it might have been a theft or a kidnapping. Jazz hoped that they would solve it for Nightbeat's sake and hopefully it would lead them to whoever killed him.

Jazz sighed as he slumped into a dirty chair waiting for this crime boss to show up. Prowl continued to observe from the window, his optics focused on the club across the street. As he stared up at the filthy ceiling his mind began to wander into his deep thoughts. He thought about Nightbeat, he thought about his old home back at Tygar Pax and then his mind began to wander towards his thoughts on Sideswipe. He knew him a little better now but there were still things he didn't know about him. Not so long ago he was an anti social little brat but that was a shield he used to hide what he really was; a young mech who felt alone. His true self was far more interesting in Jazz's opinion. Sideswipe was energetic, funny, and was determined when he wasn't acting like a kid, which did actually make him adorable at times. Jazz grinned a little as he recalled that sweet smile Sideswipe made. He hadn't seen a smile like that that in a long time and it made the red mech look so innocent and cute. In fact Jazz found it surpassed Sunstreaker's smile and he was the model whom everyone believed was the better looking of the twins. Jazz didn't really care for physical appearance but the moment he saw that smile Sideswipe made, he could not deny how... the only word Jazz could think of was...

"Beautiful."

"What?" Prowl averted his gaze from the window and looked over at Jazz.

"O-oh nothing," stuttered Jazz, sitting up.

Prowl rolled his optics and returned to his post. "By the way, that twin the Mortal Sol has?"

Jazz grimaced, thinking that Prowl had somehow guessed what he was thinking about. "What about him?"

"I learnt that he comes down here sometimes," stated Prowl, "he frequents a number of clubs down here, one of them being near the location Brawl died."

"You STILL think he killed Brawl?" sighed Jazz, "that kid couldn't kill anyone if his life depended on it." He didn't mean to insult Sideswipe but it was the truth.

"True," said Prowl, "but with the right weapon he could take down a Kaon gladiator with ease."

"The right weapon? You said Brawl was killed by a sword," reminded Jazz, knowing for certain that the sword that Sideswipe owned hadn't even been used.

Prowl was about to answer but before he could something outside caught his attention. "He's here," he stated.

Jazz rose from his chair to join Prowl at the window. Peering out through the dirty glass he spied three vehicles pull up, one of them a dark blue colour with an odd design. The call femmes and rent mech's fled from the area, the look of fear upon their painted faces. The three vehicles converted, the first two being the obvious henchmechs whilst the other was a tall and sturdy scarlet optic mech with a bizarre helm design, where two antler like horns say either side of his dark head. He bore a powerful expression upon his silver grey face, scowling at everyone and everything. He made his way inside with his henchmechs following.

"Let's go," ordered Prowl, already heading towards the door.

Following him out of the motel and down the street, Jazz stuck close with Prowl as they made their way towards the club. They ignored the cat calls from the harlots surrounding them and the threatening glares from the low life criminals. The bouncers already saw them as a threat as they approached but Prowl pulled out his shock baton and instantly incapacitated them, assuring Jazz that they would be back online long after they finished their business. Once inside Prowl lead Jazz through a dark hallway, a few of doors and down a number of stairs until the loud music could barely be heard. They soon arrived at another door guarded by a well polished steward, who looked horrified to see them.

"Excuse me but this is a private VIP section and you are no on the list," barked the steward, "I'm going to have to ask you to-" 

Before he could finish, Jazz shoved him aside as Prowl pushed opened the set of doors. They found themselves in a large open room where a fairly big stage was set up with decorated tables surrounded it. A few of these tables were occupied as the spectators who sat upon them watch a group of femmes on the stage playing musical instruments and singing catchy songs. The room reeked of rich perfume, cygar fumes and strong energon drinks. Prowl and Jazz moved across the room, their presence caught the interest of a few of the patrons but they were mostly ignored. They eventually arrived at a large enclosed booth where the two henchmechs they saw outside guarded while the large antler mech sat inside drinking from a large glass. As the two mech's approached the henchmechs made their presence known and readied themselves to protect their boss. 

"Thunderhoof, is it?" demanded Prowl, standing before the occupied booth.

The antler mech looked up at them with a threatening scowl. "EY-YO, who the hells are you guys?" he barked, slamming his glass on the tables. "I thought I told that cop house to mind their own business when it comes to my operations. You got some gears to dare waltz in here to bug me!"

He seemed to recognise that Prowl was an enforcer. Well Prowl DID look like an enforcer even when he wasn't acting like one. "If I was here to discuss your unlawful activities Thunderhoof, you'd be rusting in a prison right about now," calmly retorted Prowl. "We're here to talk about other things."

Thunderhoof growled as his two henchmechs readied their weapons. He then looked over at Jazz and suddenly looked interested. "Hey you're the Mortal Sol's new bodyguard, ain't ya." He then seemed a little annoyed for some reason. "If you're looking for work you can beat it, I don't employ cop lovers."

"Why the hell would I work for you," sneered Jazz.

"Most of your kind do," huffed Thunderhoof, "some of 'em I send up to apply for the job and the others get sent my way to work for me."

Prowl stepped in. "So a majority of the bodyguards who protect the city's models are working for you then?" he speculated.

"They're not exactly breaking any laws cop," huffed Thunderhoof, "they just send certain things my way when I needs 'em. Now whats the hell do you want? My favourite show is about to start."

Prowl proceeded to sit upon an empty chair at the table showing no fear. "I want to ask you about a detective who spoke with you."

Thunderhoof placed a cygar between his lips, biting down hard at it. "You're gonna have to be a little more specific cop." Prowl sighed as he produced a digital print of Nightbeat. Thunderhoof stared at it for a moment before looking back at Prowl. "Maybe I did talk with him," he sneered, "but why should I tell you?"

"Because I have information you want," replied Prowl, "I know you're looking for a certain mech who double crossed you and made off with some of your wares, I know you've been actively seeking Clampdown and I know where he is."

At the mention of that name Thunderhoof snapped the cygar between his fingers. "That little penny pincher is scheduled for a stomp once I get my hands on him," he growled, "but you cops have been hiding him from me after he cut a deal with you."

"Personally I don't think he's worth the effort to protect," sneered Prowl, "he keeps crawling back to mechs like you, wasting our time as well as yours it seems." He rested his arms upon the table, clutching his hands and give Thunderhoof a sly but calculating stare. "I'd be doing is both s favour by giving you the location he's hiding in."

Jazz was almost shocked that Prowl was willing to give up information about someone in a witness protection program, but then remembered that this was Prowl he was dealing with; a criminal at the end of the day was a criminal to him no matter what they did to try and redeem themselves. Thunderhoof appeared intrigued by the offer but kept his intimidating expression. "So you'll give me that lil' snitch and all you want is some dirt on that detective?" Prowl nodded. "Feh, alright whatever," tutted Thunderhoof, "yeah I spoke with him, but unlike you clowns he actually had the gears to walk right into one of my many bases. Real classy guy too, if he weren't working for the other side of the law I would have hired him."

"What was he after?" demanded Prowl.

"I have to say he was quite a detective," huffed Thunderhoof, appearing impressed from a past memory, "managed to find out about my business partner up top."

"Steeljaw, right?" said Prowl with a cold grin.

Thunderhoof appeared angry when Prowl mentioned that name. "You better not go flabbin' your lips about that," he spat. 

"I won't," promised Prowl, "if you tell me exactly what you told the detective."

Thunderhoof took out a fresh cygar. "He came here asking about one of Steeljaw's clubs," he said, "said it was one of my drug supplies that lead him to me. He told me he had been trying to find a club one of my bots up top was visiting."

"Who?" asked Prowl, determined to get every piece of information he could.

"You already know," sneered Thunderhoof, "you were digging around the last place his spark pulsed before he starting pushing up lugnuts."

"Brawl?" guessed Jazz, "I thought he worked for the Mortal Sol."

"Weren't you listening short horn," barked Thunderhoof, "most of those bodyguards work for me and Brawl was one of 'em. Well he was 'til I fired him."

"You fired him? Why?" questioned Prowl.

"He did something he wasn't supposed to do. In fact he did two things he wasn't supposed to do," huffed Thunderhoof, sipping his drink, "he took a job from a private client and got caught doing it! That lousy greedy smuck!"

Both Jazz and Prowl were a little confused. "What exactly do these bodyguards do for you?" asked Jazz, who had a feeling it wasn't going to be a good thing.

"Nothing illegal," spat Thunderhoof, "but sometimes I get fans of the models with loads of shanix to spare askin' for photos, armour flakes, coolant samples and oral fluids from certain models. So my bots collect them, send 'em my way and I sell it for a substantial fee." Jazz made a gagging found as Prowl pulled a disgusted face. "Hey it's not my choice to pick these certain things to sell," snapped Thunderhoof, "there are real freaks in the world. I just take advantage of 'em."

"So I'm guessin' Brawl took on a job without your consent?" gagged Jazz, still revolted at what these bodyguards did for extra shanix.

"Some chump asked him to get something from the Mortal Sol's place, but he got caught in the act and got fired," muttered Thunderhoof, "a bodyguard who ain't guardin' a model is worthless to me."

"So you killed him?" stated Jazz, earning a glare from both Prowl and Thunderhoof.

Thunderhoof merely chuckled at Jazz's claim, raising up his legs and resting them on the table, showing off his powerful limbs to the two mechs. "Do you know how I deal with those who dare cross me?" he sneered. "I either give them the horns or I stomp them to death. It's sort of my signature execution, see? From what I heard Brawl got done in by a sword."

"How did you know that?" snapped Jazz.

"I have my sources," chuckled Thunderhoof, returning his legs to under the table. "I also know that the detective got his life cut in half."

"Did you kill him?" hissed Jazz.

"Nope and don't bother askin' who 'cause I don't know either," replied Thunderhoof. "Such a shame, he was a right classy fella."

"Wow, you're useful," sneered Jazz sarcastically.

"Anyway," said Prowl abruptly, wanting to get the conversation back on Nightbeat's investigation without angering the crime boss, "tell us what the detective wanted to know. He was asking about a club and Brawl?"

Thunderhoof continued to scowl as he drank from his glass as he continued. "Anyways the detective wanted to know what Brawl was carrying in some big ol' case. I don't know how he found out, maybe he overheard something, but the detective learnt that Brawl was ordered to take this case to a specific club owned by Steeljaw. Apparently he tried to track him but every time he did he'd get distracted." Both Jazz and Prowl recalled what was written in Nightbeat's notes regarding the contents of Brawl's case. "Well I got bad news for you fellas," sneered Thunderhoof, "I have no idea what was in it and I had no clue where he took it, that's exactly what I told your detective friend."

"You had no idea?" snapped Prowl, "I thought he worked for you."

Thunderhoof growled in frustration. "I wasn't the one who gave him that job, it was Steeljaw. Sometimes Steeljaw gives 'em work and sometimes it's me, alright? I don't know what the job was though so don't bother asking."

Prowl sighed. "Alright, so can you at least tell us which club the detective was interested in?"

Thunderhoof shrugged with a mocking smile. "Sorry but Steeljaw has over a hundred of 'em here in the city. Brawl could have gone to any of 'em."

Prowl was starting to look frustrated. "The one you supply a bulk load of these to!" He raised the canisters of Knockout's drugs. 

Taking one of the canisters from Prowl, Thunderhoof studied it. "Oh, I send these ones to his exclusive club way up top. Unlike the other clubs that one always orders mountains of this stuff," he chuckled. "It's a real special one too, only those with the shanix to afford what it sells can enter and even those who went in have no clue where it is."

"Where?" asked Prowl sharply.

"Woah, hold on," snapped Thunderhoof, "I can't just tell you that! How do I know you two ain't gonna bust the joint? I didn't tell that detective and I'm sure as hell ain't telling you two."

Prowl looked like he had enough. "Well I guess I'm gonna have to keep Clampdown hidden from you then!" he spat, standing up and preparing to leave.

Thunderhoof slammed a fist down on the table in rage. "Hey we had a deal," he growled, "I told you what I told that detective, so you tell me where I can find that rat!"

"Unless you tell us where that club is you can forget it," snapped Prowl, his glare almost piercing through the crime boss' armour, "what's it going to be?"

Glaring furiously at Prowl with murder in his optics, Thunderhoof chewed on his cygar with irritation as he thought about the offer. He seemed to be thinking of something, possibly trying to find a way to get his desired information without revealing the club's location. "I ain't telling you where this club is," he answered, "but I do have something that might interest you."

"What exactly would that be?" sneered Prowl, folding his arms and scowling at him.

"When Brawl kicked the can I had my bots search his place," said Thunderhoof, "and we found something interesting. It was the item he acquired from the Mortal Sol's place."

"He managed to get it?" asked Jazz, a little surprised.

"He must've smuggled it out after getting fired," muttered Thunderhoof with a shrug, "only it became worthless to him, as well as to me."

"Why?" asked Prowl.

"The guy who wanted it turned up dead," replied Thunderhoof. "The item is of no use to me. I'll trade that with you for Clampdown. Deal?"

It was Prowl who suddenly seemed intrigued by this new offer. "Alright," he said, "let's have it."

As Thunderhoof ordered one of his henchmechs to fetch something Jazz leaned down to whisper in Prowl's audios, shocked that he would agree to such a thing. "What are doin'?" he hissed, "we need the name of the club!"

"He won't tell us no matter what," whispered Prowl calmly, "we're just going to have to find it on our own. Besides this item Brawl had might help us further in the investigation."

"What if it doesn't?" asked Jazz.

"It will," claimed Prowl confidently, "I'm certain it will."

Jazz sighed as he stood back up. He was just going to have to trust Prowl on this one and he hoped it would assist them somehow with the case. If it didn't then they were stuck without a bargaining chip unless Prowl dug up another crook's profile who Thunderhoof wanted dead. They hadn't learned much from Thunderhoof, other than Brawl had worked for him and also worked for Steeljaw whilst up and n the Towers, and that Nightbeat was looking for a certain club but Thunderhoof wasn't telling them the name or where it was. Did Nightbeat ever find the club? What was so special about the club? It was painfully clear their investigation was far from over and Jazz felt like they were still stuck around square one.

As he stood there lost in his thoughts the lights suddenly dimmed and the announcer on the stage stepped forward. "Gentlemechs and gentlefemmes, the Ment is proud to present the Alluring Flame."

A few catcalls and whistles echoed around the room as a spotlight suddenly lit up on a single spot on the stage, the curtains raising to reveal a stunning red and golden mech draped in veil of shimmering mesh. Although it was a little difficult to make him out from under that veil, he was still incredibly beautiful and sexy as hell, even Jazz could not deny. As a slow and bewitching song began to play, the mech began to dance exotically to the music, swaying his hips in a captivating way. Thunderhoof relaxed back into his chair as he enjoyed the show, gulping down his drink whilst he kept his optics locked on the dancing mech. Prowl ignored the dancer as he waited patiently for the item he asked for.

After some time had passed the henchmech had returned carrying a folder. He placed it down before Thunderhoof who almost never noticed since his optics were glued on the dancer. He did notice however when Prowl tried to take it. "Hey now," he growled, "you better keep your end of the deal when I give this to you."

"I give you my word," hissed Prowl, getting tired of the atmosphere in the club. Thunderhoof sighed as he tossed the folder over to Prowl, watching as he opened it up to see the contents within. "This is it?" asked Prowl unimpressed.

Jazz leaned down to have a look and he what he saw confused and shocked him. It was nothing more but a digital print of the Mortal Sol. The print only displayed his upper body and he appeared to be lying on a strange looking berth, with his arms folded across his golden chassis as he stared forward with a dreamy look in his optics. It looked like a print from a fashion photo shoot for a magazine or something. This is was what Brawl was asked to find? Why would he risk his position as the Mortal Sol's body guard for this print?

"I was a little surprised myself that he managed to get a hold of this," mused Thunderhoof, still glancing over at the dancer on the stage. "He hid it in his apartment with the name of the guy he was supposed to sell it to, some chump called Fritzer. 'Course he's dead now. Heard he fell into some shuttle tracks. Not my doing by the way."

"Why is this worthless to you?" asked Jazz, finding that little detail odd, "prints of models are worth a fortune and this one is of the Mortal Sol, the most popular model trendin' right now." He had lived in the Towers long enough to know that a single digital print of a model was worth more than a Prime's palace refurbished.

"True," replied Thunderhoof, manoeuvring the cygar from one of his mouth to the other, "see, if I were to sell this print of such an exclusive model there is always a risk it might get traced back to me. They're super hot items you see. Last time I acquired such a print I had to wait over a millennia before I could sell it, it's just not worth the hassle to wait for it to cool down. The other reason is a little bit of a mystery to me."

"And what would that be?" asked Jazz.

"Nobody wants any of the Mortal Sol's personal things down here," huffed Thunderhoof, "I get asked for the Airborne Queen's old grease rags, the Blue Flame's used wax buffers, and even oral samples from the Saint Sublime, but no one ever requests anything from the Mortal Sol. Maybe Brawl was collecting 'em and selling 'em up top under Steeljaw's orders, I dunno."

It certainly would explain why Brawl transported that case to and fro from the Mortal Sol's estate to one of Steeljaw's clubs, but Jazz wondered if it was indeed a case full of Sunstreaker's used rags and coolant samples to sell to weirdos and perverts up top, why was the case so big? Did he collect a large supply of them so he could give them Steeljaw in a bulk? 

"Now, if we're finished," muttered Thunderhoof, extending his hand towards Prowl.

Prowl sighed as he dumped a data chip in the crime mech's hand. "His location is encoded within, and if I require anything else-"

"You know where to find me, yeah, yeah now beat it," snarled the crime boss, focusing his full attention upon the dancer on the stage.

Jazz and Prowl took that as their cue to leave, quickly leaving the club and returning to the shabby motel. Once back in their rundown room, Prowl studied the runt with careful optics. He scanned every single pixel, trying to find anything within it that could help their investigation. Jazz merely stood by and kept guard in case Thunderhoof sent some goons to deal with them.

"Anythin'?" asked Jazz, hoping Prowl's hunch was right.

Prowl was silent for a moment as he squinted at the print. "There is something off about the print," he muttered, "but I'm going to need an opinion from an expert."

"An expert? Shouldn't be hard, this city is full of photographers," stated Jazz.

"We can't trust anyone with this print," sighed Prowl, "fortunately I know of such an expert."

"Who?" asked Jazz.

Prowl suddenly appeared annoyed with himself, rubbing his brow with a frustrated hand. "I'm going to have to make a call," he sighed, "until then you keep hold of this."

Jazz was stunned when the print was shoved into his hand. "Prowl if I get caught with this I could get fired or somethin'."

"You have to," ordered Prowl, "if the mech I call doesn't show up, you'll have to use those advanced crime investigation labs up top. They're actually quite easy to use, those Teletraan programs are quite helpful."

Jazz sighed as he stared down at the print, the picture of Sunstreaker staring back at him. He was going to have to find s good hiding place for this, he didn't want to get caught with it and end up like Brawl. As he stared at it he could not help but notice something was off. He couldn't put his finger on it but there was a nagging feeling in his mind telling him that there was something he was overlooking in the print.

"By the way," said Prowl, "that Sideswipe has a sword, yes?"

Jazz rolled his optics and sighed angrily. "Prowl I already told you," he muttered, "I checked the sword and there was no sign of it ever bein' used."

Prowl appeared unconvinced. "The autopsy on Brawl reveals evidence that the killing blow was delivered with a certain blade, a blade that could slice open the sturdiest of armour without the wielder even trying." Prowl crossed his arms and stared at Jazz intensely. "I learned that the kid bought such a weapon; that limited edition blade."

What? That couldn't be right. Jazz was certain that sword in Sideswipe's possession had never been used. "Prowl I can bring it down for you to study, but I'm tellin' you that the blade the kid owns hasn't been used to kill anyone."

"Did he purchase a second blade?" asked Prowl, still staring at Jazz with accusation in his optics.

"I... I dunno," sighed Jazz. He only found the one blade in Sideswipe's messy room and the kid never mentioned about having a second one. He didn't appear happy when Jazz confiscated his sword so maybe he never mentioned the second blade, if he had one.

"Well when you return up top, check every inch of his room," ordered Prowl, "I want to be absolutely certain. If you do find it, let me know at once."

Jazz frowned bitterly as Prowl packed up the last of his gear before they vacated the room. Prowl seemed so certain that Sideswipe was guilty of Nightbeat's murder, but Jazz didn't see a murderer when he looked at the kid. When he looked at Sideswipe all he saw was a young mech desperate for someone to notice him, but not desperate enough to kill. Just how was he going to prove something like that to someone like Prowl?

Czerwona Rozpacz - Chapter 10
The Towers is home to the egotistical and the vain, the city of beauty where models are treated as gods. Jazz, a black ops war veteran, enters the city to work for the infamous Mortal Sol in order to find a killer. However all is not as it seems for the city holds many secrets, not everyone is who they seem, and a young outcast might be the key to solving everything or destroying everything Jazz held dear.

Featuring characters from Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015

will feature future robot slash (love) murder death sex violence

------------------------------------------------

Due to work the next chapter might be a while
Loading...

Mature Content


or, enter your birth date.


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
For Aiuke, for getting this idea in my head. Also it's the fact that there are hardly any RID2015 Sideswipe fics out there. Seriously!?

ProwlxSideswipexJazz

Sideswipe's test had one simple condition; don't get caught. He's determined to pass with flying colours but if he fails his two commanding officers have a special punishment for him.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sticking to the shadows and stepping with care, Sideswipe glanced about the large crates that surrounded him within the dark warehouse. So far he was doing well, not tripping one alarm or alerting any of the guards to his presence. He was still far from his goal but Sideswipe knew he was going to make it.

"They'll be praising me for eternity after I pull this off," he cackled, carefully treading through the darkness. "This test is a piece of oil cake."

The test he was taking was part of his final assessment so he could graduate from the Autobot Special Forces academy. It was especially made for him by the acting Head of the academy Prowl and his sword fighting instructor Jazz. Prowl was famous former enforcer who became a incredibly calculating tactician for the Autobot army. He took on the job at the academy to teach future tacticians his skills. Despite being widely admired Prowl bore a personality that was as cold as the void of deep space. He was ruthless in his lessons and cruel with his methods. Apparently he never smiled in his life but that was just a rumour. Jazz on the other hand was completely different from Prowl, for he was a legend among veterans, ending battles before they even began and was now teaching young bots how to wield a blade themselves. Jazz was relaxed and liked to chill with his students but he did get strict when he needed to be. The pair of them were old friends and they both took an interest in Sideswipe believing he had potential to become a future commander if trained correctly.

Sideswipe was honoured as well as physched to get private tutoring from such legends. He studied  hard under Prowl and trained enthusiastically with Jazz, both of them pouring all their time and energy into him. They tested him on different subjects, sent him out on field exams, and even conducted training with him that even the academy would not allow. Sideswipe was eternally grateful for all the coaching he had received from the two mechs, enjoying every moment he was with them. In fact, during the time he spent with them, he found that he would argue with himself over which one he liked the best. Prowl was a grouch and as strict as hell but he was also handsome in a devilish way and Sideswipe could not deny how much he'd like to have the dapper tactician frisk him with his large white hands. Jazz was easy going on him but challenged him a lot during training which was hard, but like Prowl he was just as gorgeous and attractive. During hand to hand combat sessions with the veteran Sideswipe had to hold back the urge to moan aloud as Jazz mech-handled him with his giant dark paws. Sideswipe just couldn't decide but he felt extremely lucky to be near the two, fantasising about spending quality berth time with them.

Today they had given him their final test before graduating and it was easier than it sounded when he first heard it. As Sideswipe stopped to take shelter behind some well placed crates to get his bearings, he thought back to that time in the classroom that morning.

Sitting upon his desk Sideswipe sat up straight as Prowl strode up and down before a projected screen with Jazz sitting back to front upon a chair nearby.

"Sideswipe, we have formulated a test for you," announced Prowl, twisting and bending a thin metal rod in his hands. "You have done well so far but before we can even recommend you to the black ops training program, you have to pass this one test."

"I can handle it," announced Sideswipe confidently.

Jazz chuckled from where he sat. "Confidence is good kid, but don't let it take over," he said with a grin. "Anyway me and Prowl set you up a nice lil' obstacle course of sorts."

Prowl whacked his metal rod against the screen, making Sideswipe flinch a little. "Your objective is to enter this compound located in the warehouse district, reach the targeted area, plant your marker and then exit the compound."

"That's it?" asked Sideswipe, a little surprised at how easy that sounded.

"There is just one thing you gotta do," said Jazz, still grinning, "you can't get caught."

"Stealth is an asset vital to those in the black ops," explained Prowl, "if you lack this asset then they won't even consider you. Reach the targeted area without being caught and you will be ready to graduate." Prowl stepped forward, placing one hand on Sideswipe's desk and leaned down until they were optic level. "Is that clear?"

It was all crystal clear, though Sideswipe did have one question. "What happens if I do get caught?"

Prowl stood back up to fiddle with his metal rod whilst Jazz began to laugh casually. "Then you'll get punished," chortled the veteran.

"Punished?" stuttered Sideswipe.

"Jazz and I have put a lot of effort into shaping you into an ideal soldier," explained Prowl, glaring down at the uneasy mech sitting before him, "so if you do fail this test we will both punish you accordingly." Sideswipe felt a little uneasy and the two mech's picked up on that. "You're not scared, are you Sideswipe?"

Sideswipe shook his head. "No, I'll pass this test no matter what."

Prowl nodded in acknowledgement whilst Jazz gave him a thumbs up. "You have twenty four hours," said Prowl, "good luck." After wishing him some small fortune in his test, Sideswipe was almost certain he saw Prowl smile.

Returning his mind to the present Sideswipe checked his map. He wasn't that far from the target area. All he had to was sneak over there, leave his marker and get out before anyone caught on. Crawling under some boxes and dipping in and out of shadows, Sideswipe was a little on edge over the fact he had yet to see any guards. He spotted a few alarm systems set up but he didn't see any trace of security guards or rent a cops. He was certain this was the right place and Prowl had warned him about not getting caught yet there was no one here to catch him. Still he had to be cautious, Jazz was always telling him about never to trust an empty street or a calm battlefield.

Nearing his target Sideswipe could not help but feel proud at what he was about to achieve when he suddenly heard a noise. Keeping absolutely still he peered round a corner and saw something disappear behind a distant crate. Silently cursing, Sideswipe cautiously manoeuvred through the darkness. The guards must had been further in. Remaining on full alert Sideswipe crept as quietly as he could through the maze of boxes. He heard distant footfalls but was unable to tell where they were due to the enclosed space. He was getting closer and closer to his target, he couldn't fail now. He stopped dead in his tracks when he thought he saw something move up ahead of him, but resumed when he realised it was just his own nerves acting up on him.

"You're nearly there," he told himself, "just a little further."

As he quietly dashed through the darkness, something suddenly landed right in front of him with a loud smash, the floor vibrating with the abrupt collision. Sideswipe jumped back allowing the dust to settle and before him stood a familiar face. That large robust build, the blue and red highlights upon the black and white body, and that bright blue visor with a large grin sitting beneath it.

"J-Jazz!?" stuttered Sideswipe, not expecting to see one of his instructors on his test.

Jazz cracked the tensed up joints in his neck with a couple of swift movements. "Too bad, you were nearly there," he cackled.

Sideswipe was still shocked to see him but he refused to give up. "I haven't been caught yet," he declared, leaping over Jazz and dashing towards his goal. 

He heard the sound of Jazz giving chase so he sped up, knocking over crates and boxes to try and block his chaser's path. Jazz's footfalls grew fainter. Thinking he was in the clear Sideswipe continued towards his goal until another surprise leapt out at him. Sideswipe skidded to a halt when he saw that scowl with the red horns atop his head.

"Are you kidding me!?" gasped Sideswipe, staring into the face of Prowl.

"There is no where to run," declared Prowl, talking and acting like an enforcer, "surrender at once!"

Sideswipe refused to give up. "You have to catch me first!" he cried, sprinting off in another direction.

He could hear both the mechs chasing him no matter how fast he ran. Sideswipe ran as fast as he could until he could feel his spark pulsing like mad underneath his chassis. He dared to look over his shoulder, almost horrified to see that Prowl was within arms reach. Looking forward Sideswipe spotted a tower of crates. If he could scale that it would put some distance between him and Prowl. Running over to the makeshift tower Sideswipe leapt into the air, scaling the tower as fast as he could. He glanced down to see Prowl had halted bear the base and Sideswipe could not resist the urge to gloat.

"Try and catch me now," he shouted as he hopped onto the top of the tower. However upon reaching the summit he found someone waiting for him up there. "Aw scrap," he moaned as he was kicked off the pile of crates by Jazz.

He screamed as he fell into a pile of boxes, grunting as a few fell on top of him. He forced himself to get out of the mess for he had to complete his test before he got-

"Caught." Sideswipe gasped when he felt something slap against his wrist, looking up to see Prowl had handcuffed his right wrist to himself. "Such a shame," sighed Prowl, "you were so close."

Sideswipe refused to give up and pulled out his sword with his free hand with the intention to cut himself free. Before he could even attempt to swing his blade he felt another slap upon his left wrist and looked up in horror to see Jazz had cuffed Sideswipe to himself. "So close, so far," chuckled Jazz.

Sideswipe looked back and forth between the two mechs a couple of times in utter disbelief before finally giving up, groaning in frustration and dropping his sword from his captured wrist. He huffed bitterly at the humiliation of it all, having his right hand cuffed by Prowl and his left hand cuffed by Jazz, the two mechs seemly proud of themselves for some reason. He was almost at his goal, he nearly had it but he ended up getting caught, the one thing he was told not to let happen and yet it happened. He was never going to live this down and he knew that neither Jazz or Prowl would let him forget it anytime soon.

"This sucks," he moaned bitterly, gently tugging at his bound hands.

"Your approach was slightly impressive but you got too cocky with the final leg," stated Prowl, appearing a little impressed. "Your stealth was a little off and your footwork was too loud. We heard you miles off."

"You might've made it if you weren't doing it all wrong," said Jazz, resting his free hand upon his hip. "You had the right idea, you jus' didn't do it right. That attitude of yours took over. Such a shame too, I actually thought you were gonna pass."

Sideswipe groaned as the two mechs debriefed him, wiggling his hands at the chains that bound them together. "I get it, I failed," he huffed miserably, "can I at least get a do over?"

"A do over?" repeated Prowl, the phrase unfamiliar to him.

"He wants to try again," explained Jazz with a grin.

"Ah, I see," muttered Prowl, "well too bad. We warned you that you we're going to get punished if you failed."

"Oh scrap, you aren't going to make me clean the wash racks for a week," moaned Sideswipe, trying to look sympathetic, "are you?"

Jazz laughed aloud whilst Prowl shook his head slowly with an amused expression. "What would cleaning wash racks teach you on what you failed to learn?" asked Prowl, almost smirking at him.

Sideswipe felt a little uneasy as his instructors stared at him with engrossed optics. "Then what is my punishment?" he asked, not realising how feeble he sounded as he spoke.

(follow the link for the rest)
Stuck with you and you
Sideswipe's test had one simple condition; don't get caught. He's determined to pass with flying colours but if he fails his two commanding officers have a special punishment for him.

Wrote this for Aiuke

WARNING: FOLLOW LINK TO THE MATURE VERSION! IT CONTAINS ROBOT THREESOME! archiveofourown.org/works/5887…
Loading...

CONTEST OVER!

Journal Entry: Wed Dec 30, 2015, 8:36 AM


A big thank you to all those who entered! I will announce a winner on Tuesday as soon as I can :) Since there were 8 entries, I'm gonna see if I can dig up some more prizes 

Now here is some bad news. Due to my goddamn work I won't be able to post the prizes till late Febuary or mid March so when I announce who won what, PLEASE give me the address you wish to post them too :) Thank You

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In honour of the conclusion of the MTMTE Time Travelling Arc, I have started a new contest, DA EXCLUSIVE, with a few of prizes

OK, if you haven't caught up with MTMTE, there are some spoilers in this contest.

The theme for the contest is... LOVE! Because that's what the whole thing revolved around! Brainstorm created his time machine to save the person he loved, but after what happened to Rewind, he decided to try and save everyone by going back in time to stop Megatron from becoming the Tyrant he would eventually become.

Brainstorm spent centuries perfecting his time machine to save Quark, the one he loved. Quark was killed in a Decepticon prison camp and Brainstorm's passion to save him was what set off A LOT of what HAPPENED in MTMTE. It was a one sided love sadly, so I can only assumed that Brainstorm never had the courage to confess his feelings or Quark never felt the same way for Brainstorm. Although Brainstorm failed, he was happy that he got to see Quark, the mech he loved, one last time.

So that is the theme, LOVE! It doesn't have to Brainstorm and Quark, it doesn't have to be Rewind and Chromedome, it can be any couple of the Lost Light. No OC's, no HUMANS, just couples or Lost Light crew members you ship. They don't have to be cannon :)

NOW ONTO THE PRIZES!


012e1a3a0e80950bcef4c9208d927f44df97a70a38 00001 by PurrV

MTMTE and RID treasury edition - featuring the death of optimus prime, MTMTE #1 and RID#1 - autographed by James Roberts and Andrew Griffith

01a7ab32b1d716728c9973c10230f7c0bcf6ff9d39 by PurrV

Brainstorm print - Autographed by James Roberts and Alex Milne

01f350880c00913ffd1e565ff35214950c91ff2e75 by PurrV

MTMTE comics issue 35-38 The Time Travel Arc - Autographed by Alex Milne and James Roberts

 Untitled by PurrV

Autographed by Alex Milne and James Roberts

 Untitled by PurrV

A copy of the print used for the RID cover, autographed by Casey W. Coller
(the frame is not included BTW)

The prizes will be handed out as a dib system. So if you win first place, you get to chose a prize, if you get second you can chose a prize except the one the 1st place winner chose, and so on and so on


So that's all for now but here are the rules once again

NO OC'S
NO HUMANS
CAN BE PIC OR FIC
MUST CONTAIN A COUPLE YOU LOVE/SHIP FROM THE LOST LIGHT
THIS IS A DA EXCLUSIVE CONTEST
YOU WILL NEED TO GIVE ME YOUR ADDRESS IF YOU WIN ONE OF THE TOP TWO PRIZES
DEADLINE AT THE END OF DECEMBER 2015
THE THEME IS LOVE

GOOD LUCK!

--------------------

entry 1 So then he says to me... by Happyhedgehog by Happyhedgehog

entry 2 Longing by Anuset by Anuset

entry 3 Cygate lovey dovey stuff by Somebody14 by Somebody14

entry 4  Cyclonus x Tailgate - LiebestodTitle: Liebestod
(PLEASE see Artist's Notes BEFORE reading, for warnings and disclaimers)
Cyclonus x Tailgate - Liebestod
Cyclonus walked aimlessly, ignored by the crew on patrol duty and ignoring them in turn, too preoccupied to concern himself with distrustful stares.
Tailgate had come to him with news of death, his death, within the span of three solar cycles. He'd used days, an inaccurate Autobot term, but even that flawed terminology had not lessened the impact of his words.
It had been a terrible revelation, shaking Cyclonus' generally self-possessed nature to its foundations and, unable to provide an adequate response, he'd opted to remove himself quickly in order to think. In his abruptness he'd left Tailgate dismayed and very much alone, something he deeply regretted.
He walked on, and it wasn't long before he ventured through one of the ship's sectors still undergoing repairs after Overlord's onslaught. As he walked he turned for a moment, catching a glimpse of his mirror ima
 by v-for-vincent

entry 5 Roddi/Drift by Kikage100 by Kikage100

entry 6  Thinking About Us (Cyclonus x Tailgate fic)“Cyclonus! Is something wrong?!”, Velocity cried out when she ran  into the medbay.
Cyclonus looked at Velocity from his seat by Tailgate’s medical berth.  “No, I’m fine and nothing has changed with Tailgate...” he said he looked back at the comatose minibot.
“Are you sure?”  Because it sounded like you were in pain” Velocity said concerned.
Cyclonus sighed. “I take it you’re not familiar with Primal Vernacular.”
Velocity looked looked a little confused.  
“It’s also known also known as Old Cybertronian.   I was singing in that language,” Cyclonus explained.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Velocity said feeling a little awkward.  
“Trust me, this isn’t the first time this has happened, “Cyclonus said.  “Last time I was teaching Tailgate some songs.  He’s the only other mech I know on this ship that appericaites the language.&
 by FallenAngelAerith

entry 7 contestEntryPurrV by crimson-nemesis by crimson-nemesis

entry 8 The power of love! by Nightscream19 by Nightscream19

  • Mood: Joy
  • Listening to: My iphone
  • Reading: More Than Meets The Eye IDW
  • Watching: Netflix
  • Playing: Animal Crossing New Leaf
  • Eating: Sushi
  • Drinking: Dr Pepper

Mature Content


or, enter your birth date.


Month

Day

Year*
Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
JazzXSideswipe fanfic
Warnings so far: Murder mystery, sword fight training, mention of past rape attempt, wishing rape upon someone

------------------------------------------------------

Although he couldn't see that many stars above them due to the bright city lights, Jazz found that this was a lovely night to be in the Towers Hovering Garden, THG for short, a large park that practically hovered in the mid levels of the city. Knowing that Sunstreaker was fast asleep after that intense massage he had, Jazz had snuck out with Sideswipe to conduct some secret sword training. Sunstreaker was in no danger being left alone in the estate, and Jazz recently found out that the tower they lived it was patrolled by flying security guards. Sideswipe was rather excited to finally get started and he seemed to enjoy the whole sneaking out thing. Turned out that Sideswipe had a curfew enforced by Sunstreaker, meaning he had to be home at a certain time unless he was working. Sideswipe confessed he snuck out before to go to clubs and music venues but now that he was doing it with someone else he found it to be a little more thrilling. Jazz just told him to stop sneaking out unless it was with him or else his brother would worry.

They walked further in the park, past the glowing onyx trees and crystal flowers  until they reached a place designed for fitness enthusiasts, with a running track, exercise equipment and engex fountains. It was the perfect place for outdoor fitness and Jazz recalled seeing it when he was in the shuttle taking him to Knockout's clinic. It was deserted now, except for some prowling turbofoxes, which was a little surprising as Jazz thought there would be other bots in this vast city who liked to train in the dead of night. No matter, it meant he could focus on training Sideswipe without anyone disturbing them, plus the peace and quiet was a bonus. Sideswipe himself looked quite giddy, bouncing upon the heels of his feet with his arms shaking with eager delight. He behaved and kept quiet as Jazz unpacked the training swords from a special case he bought, though his grin did seem to widen by the second and for a second it looked like he had stars in his optics. 

Jazz placed the training swords to one side and stood up to face Sideswipe. "Alright kid, time for some trainin', you ready?" Sideswipe nodded furiously. "Ok, we'll start with a warm up." Jazz pointed over to the track. "Two laps around that should do."

"No problem," boasted Sideswipe, suddenly converting into his vehicle mode.

"No wheels," ordered Jazz, giving Sideswipe a gentle kick prompting him to convert back to his bipedal mode. "I want you to use those legs."

Sideswipe groaned at the idea of running the full track on his legs but he did as he was told. He lightly jogged around the track at a steady pace. Every now and then Jazz would order him to do something different, like running backwards, hopping, skipping, sidesteps, and high jumps with every four step. Sideswipe would curse and grunt as he stumbled over himself but completed the warm up, jogging back over to Jazz whilst venting heavily. Unfortunately he wasn't quite done as Jazz then ordered him to run to certain obstacles and then sprint back. After a few of those he had the red mech do some strenuous exercises, all designed to make use of every hydraulic muscle in his body. After about ten minutes of nothing but warm ups Sideswipe already looked worn out, steam lightly rising from his frame.

"Feelin' alright?" asked Jazz, wondering if Sideswipe was ready to call it quits.

The red mech shook his head. "N-nope," he gasped, "still pumped."

"Alright then," chuckled Jazz, "now stretch yourself off before we begin."

It took Sideswipe a moment to catch his breath before standing up and stretched his arms and legs, groaning as his metal exo-skeleton clicked and popped as he moved. Jazz had to demonstrate a few stretches that Sideswipe didn't know, and even had to step in to assist him in completing some of them, one of them being for his back. With his warm up and stretches finally out of the way, it was now time for the training. Grabbing one of the training swords, Jazz stood upon a stable bit of ground so he could show Sideswipe what he was going to teach him.

"Alright, there is always a borin' part to every trainin' session," explained Jazz, testing the weight of the sword with a slash. "In this lesson you're gonna learn how to adopt the correct stance." It was the most boring part of the training but it was also vital. Sideswipe watched as Jazz moved into position. "For now this is what you're goin' to learn."

Bending his legs slightly, pushing one leg out in front of him, he adopted the basic fighting stance that all beginners had to master before they could learn anything else. It was dull as he moved back and forth, explaining the reasons why his legs had to be that way and his arms had to be sticking out. Sideswipe watched with impressive interest, even attempting to copy the moves himself. Jazz gave Sideswipe the training sword and instructed him on how to handle the training sword. He stood awkwardly at first so Jazz manually arranged him, bending his arms to the correct angle, twisting his hips so his legs were positioned better, and raised his head a little. Sideswipe had to repeat the move a few times before he got it almost right.

"You have to practise every now and then so your body will remember and get used to it," explained Jazz, "now we'll do it whilst swingin' the sword."

Jazz demonstrated how to do it, explaining the movements in perfect detail. Sideswipe copied, a little off at first but he slowly got the hang of it.

Sideswipe was enjoying it but he didn't seem to like the silence between them and decided to ask Jazz some questions. "So why did you want to become a swordsmech?"

That brought some memories back for Jazz. "You're gonna laugh," he snorted.

"It can't be that embarrassing," said Sideswipe with a snigger.

He warned him. "Well, when I was little I used to watch this show called "Knights of Light Adventures" and one of the Knights on the show wielded two swords and was a total badaft," lamented Jazz, thinking back to his days as a sparkling. "I wanted to grow up to be just like him, kill the bad guys and savin' folks. That was my earliest memory of my love for swordfightin'."

As Jazz predicted Sideswipe could not help but snort with laughter. "A cartoon made you want to be a swordsmech," he chortled, almost throwing himself off balance.

"Oh and what was your reason?" asked Jazz, pausing to get Sideswipe back in the correct pose.

Sideswipe thought for a moment. "Back at my first school there was a book I loved to read, I think it was about a knight going on a quest to save a town from a Predacon, can't remember the title." Sideswipe smiled a little as the nostalgia made his mood light up a little. "I used to pretend I was that knight, running around the garden waving a sword I made out of an onyx tree branches, and this space slug was a Predacon. I think that's why I wanted to be a swordsmech."

"A book made you want to be a swordsmech?" chuckled Jazz.

"Hey, at least I read about it," scoffed Sideswipe, "you watched a cartoon."

Jazz rolled his optics with a uncaring smile. "You do like to read a lot, don't you?" he suddenly asked.

"A little, I guess," muttered Sideswipe, trying to focus on his sword swinging.

"A little?" snorted Jazz, "I saw over three hundred data novels on romance in your room."

Sideswipe instantly halted his sword swinging, dropping the training sword and his face turning bright red. He stared at Jazz, unable to say anything at first. "M-my novels?" he finally squeaked, "you saw them?"

Jazz grinned as he nodded. "Romance novels are your thing, huh?"

The red mech continued to look embarrassed as he scrambled to pick up the training sword. "I-I like to read them, yeah," he confessed, "no other reason."

Jazz wasn't certain why but he had a feeling there was some interesting reason why Sideswipe was so fascinated with romance novels. He ignored it for now to continue the training and to help the red mech focus. Teaching Sideswipe to hold the sword correctly whilst swinging it at different angles was a little easy, and Sideswipe was slowly getting the hang of it.

"Did you ever fight anyone?" asked Sideswipe suddenly.

He was going to have to be careful here, as everyone here was aware he came out of a bodyguard adcademy, and was never in the war. "A few times when someone gave me and my client trouble." By client, Jazz was referring to Kup, a war hardened sergeant who he worked with back during the war. "Everyone was out to get that guy, and it was tough keepin' him safe."

"Did you lose any fights?" asked the now curious Sideswipe.

"A couple," admitted Jazz.

"What happened to your client?" gasped Sideswipe.

"He ended up savin' me," laughed Jazz, recalling how he almost got eaten alive by a sparkeater only for Kup to literally bash its brains in.

"Guess you started off as a lousy bodyguard," snickered Sideswipe, "er, no offence."

"No, I was a bit of a green horn," chuckled Jazz, "but as the battles waged on I gained experience."

"Battles?" Sideswipe seemed confused.

"Oh, er, like I said a lot of bad mech's were out to get my client," corrected Jazz, "he had quite a few enemies."

Sideswipe didn't appear to notice something was off and continued with his training. "If you dreamed of becoming a swordsmech, why did you decide to become a bodyguard?"

Damn the kid was inquisitive today. "I thought it would be a cool way to use my skills," lied Jazz. 

"Yeah but hardly anyone gets in trouble up here," sighed Sideswipe, "all those modelling companies have private armies to keep their models safe."

Jazz decided to change the subject before Sideswipe became suspicious. "What kind of career are you after? Y'know, since you want to learn sword fightin' so much." Sideswipe looked a bit uncertain after Jazz asked him of this. "You do know what you wanna do with this kind of skill, right?" asked Jazz.

"Well..." Sideswipe trailed off a little. "The war is over so a solider is out of the question. I was kinda thinking of an enforcer, but they got too many rules and with my record they wouldn't even consider me. A freelancer sounds cool but I'm not sure about it. Then there's mercenaries, goons for hire, maybe a bodyguard..."

As Sideswipe continued to list his idea of jobs that one could take if they were a swordsmech, Jazz could not help but slap himself in the face. It seemed that Sideswipe had no career aspects or a clue to what he should do with his future. He wasn't going to be buffing armour whilst living with his brother forever.

"Tell you what," sighed Jazz, "I'll get you some career pamphlets, hopefully you'll get a good idea of what you want to do." Maybe one of them might inspire Sideswipe to take up a career that needed a skill such as the one he was teaching him. 

As the night dragged on Jazz taught Sideswipe the basic stances, basic attacks and some basic strategy. It was a simple lesson but it was much more that what Jazz learnt on his first day. After packing the training swords away he ordered Sideswipe to run round the track a few times before a quick stretch off. Once that was complete, the red mech fell onto his aft and rested upon the ground, panting heavily. Jazz pulled out an energon canister he had packed and presented it to Sideswipe before sitting down next to him.

"How did I do?" asked Sideswipe, still panting hard.

"There's room for improvement," replied Jazz, "but you'll get there." Sideswipe smiled after hearing that and proceeded to drink his beverage. As he did, Jazz decided it was time to ask the red mech the question that had been on his mind all day. Of course he wasn't going to flat out say it, but he was going to start a conversation that would lead to it. Relaxing himself a little, he put on his casual smile. "How is work?"

Sideswipe shrugged, gulping back some energon. "It's sort of like my old one, but I have to go to rooms to collect the armour," he huffed. "The other day this prissy old timer kept yapping on how I would scratch it if I didn't use the right cleaning solution. I wish I had my old job back."

"Made any friends?" asked Jazz, sipping some energon he bought for himself.

"Not really," muttered Sideswipe, "they all avoid me. I guess my reputation has got around."

"It's nice to have friends," sighed Jazz, "someone you can trust, who has your back, a mech you can talk to when you need it."

"Do you have a friend like that?" asked Sideswipe, unaware he was walking right into Jazz's trap.

Jazz nodded and held in a vent, keeping his optics locked on the red mech. "I do," he said, "Nightbeat's his name." Jazz watched Sideswipe, looking for signs that the name sounded familiar to the red mech. 

However Sideswipe merely said, "that's a cool name. Is he like your best buddy?"

Jazz but his lip. Sideswipe didn't react at all to the mention of that name. His spark pulse was normal and his tone sounded unfazed. Anyone could see that he had no clue who Nightbeat was at all. Did Nightbeat failed to make contact with Sideswipe or something? Still it was a good thing, at least this proved that Sideswipe couldn't be responsible for Nightbeat's death, but it did mean he had to dig up some more clues.

"Yeah Nightbeat was my best buddy," continued Jazz.

"Was?" questioned Sideswipe.

Frag, Jazz didn't wish to reveal what happened to Nightbeat but after that littke slip he didn't really have a choice. "He... um... he passed away recently," muttered Jazz.

"Oh," winced Sideswipe, "I'm sorry."

His apology seemed genuine. "It's cool," replied Jazz.

"So... um... do you have other friends?" asked Sideswipe, who wanted to steer away from the dead friend topic.

Jazz thought that bringing Prowl into this wouldn't hurt. "There is another and trust me on this, he is the most cruel overworked emotionless fragger I ever met. He is ruthless, mean and doesn't give a slag if you're dying from cosmic rust."

That seemed to shock Sideswipe. "Why would you be friends with someone like that?" he gasped.

"He may be a jerk, but he means well," chuckled Jazz, "he just isn't used to conveyin' emotions so well. In fact watchin' him attemptin' to smile is real scary."

Sideswipe shivered. "I hope I don't meet him." Jazz kinda hoped that if Sideswipe did meet Prowl it would be for friendly introductions and not for a interrogation.

After they rested and finished their energon Jazz decided it was time to head back. There were still a few hours before Sunstreaker woke up do they took their time, walking through a somewhat quiet section of the city. Sideswipe would practise his footwork as they walked back, taking care as not to trip over himself. Jazz was deep in thought. Nightbeat had asked for Sideswipe before he died. Why did he want to talk to him? Was it something related to that cold case he was investigating? Sideswipe had committed petty crimes, his enforcer record was full of them, but if Sideswipe was indeed involved, then what did he do? Maybe it Sideswipe was a witness or something, Jazz had no idea. He could only hope to dig up more clues as the investigation continued.

"Hey Jazz," said Sideswipe abruptly, "can we go in there to eat?"

Jazz looked up to see a small fancy diner that was still open. The name Bex's Place hung above in blue glowing letters. Despite its quaint appearance it still had that look of posh and high quality about it. He was a little hungry but not for decorated energon. "It ain't that fancy crap, is it? I hate eatin' stuff like that, it makes me sick."

"Depends what you order," replied Sideswipe, already heading inside.

Following him inside, Jazz found that the diner was similar to a Greasy Gears restaurant only it was far more luxurious. There were only a couple of patrons inside and a single waitress serving blue energon out of a crystal jug. Sideswipe slid into a window seat and waved at Jazz to join him. The smell of extravagant good was off putting and the menu upon the wall looked overly complicated but Jazz decided to give it a try, sliding into the chair opposite the red mech.

The waitress already stood before their table, pouring the blue energon into their glasses. "What will you be having today?" she asked in a high pitched voice.

"A grease burger," demanded Sideswipe with a hungry grin. Jazz frowned as he was certain that wasn't on the menu.

The waitress frowned. "Sir, we call them tallow cakes here," she stated.

"Same thing," muttered Sideswipe. "Oh, and some engex bites with a energon omega shake."

The waitress seemed to be annoyed as she wrote that down. "You mean paraffin frites and hydrogen aromatic juice," she corrected. She then looked at Jazz, her friendly face now looking like the face of Mortilus coming to get you. "And what will you be having sir?"

"Same as him, minus the drink," replied Jazz, unable to name these odd names for these simple dishes, "but do you serve nucleon floats?"

The waitress seemed to growl as she stormed off. "Quantum delights," she corrected once more.

Sideswipe couldn't help but discreetly snigger. "This stuff isn't as fancy as it sounds, they just serve it differently and give them supposedly better names."

"I figured," snorted Jazz, "I don't get places like this."

It didn't take long for their meal to arrive, the waitress slamming it all down upon the table as she announced its arrival. "Two orders of tallow cakes with paraffin frites, along with a hydrogen aromatic juice and a quantum delight. Enjoy." She said that last part almost bitterly.

Jazz stared at his meal. It was indeed a grease burger but it was garnished with inedible decorations and served in a way that made no sense whatsoever. The engex bites looked oddly shiny than what they were supposed to look like and his drink was served in a glass with strange things sticking out of it. Why did they go to this absurd effort to make his meal look pretty, he was just going to eat it. As he was about to grab the grease burger a loud cough caught his attention. The waitress was pointing to a sigh that enforced a ridiculous rule, "use the cutlery provided. Do not use hands to consume meal." Jazz sighed as he picked up a fork and knife, which also looked bizarre to him. Looking over at Sideswipe he watched as the red mech stabbed his grease burger with a fork and held the whole thing up, eating away at it as it dripped and splattered all over the table. That seemed to upset the waitress but she did nothing and stomped off to attend to the other customers.

"They never said how to use them," said Sideswipe, his mouth full of chewed up grease.

Jazz could not help but snort with laughter. "I guess so," he agreed, though he did use his fork to cut and tear away at the burger, completely destroying it. It was still edible and it didn't taste too bad, just the sauce was a little rich. "Do you eat here often?"

"It may look posh, but it's cheap as hell," replied Sideswipe, stuffing his face as he chatted away, "they just want to fit in with everything else around here. They used to be a standard restaurant but everyone ignored it for being too ordinary, hence why they now act real snobby like." Forcing a few of the bites into his mouth, he somehow continued to talk. "It's the closest to normal I can stomach, plus it's a little fun to tease them."

He wasn't certain if the etiquette of the Towers was rubbing off on him or something, but he was started to get a little disgusted with Sideswipe's mess. Grabbing a napkin he forced it unto Sideswipe's filthy face. "Eat slower," ordered Jazz, "we have plenty of time to get back." 

Sideswipe swallowed hard. "Sorry," he said, grinning sheepishly.

As Sideswipe attempted to eat slower, Jazz decided to ask some more questions about the red mech. He had known him for a little while now but knew nothing much about him. "So have you lived in the Towers all your life? With your brother?"

Sideswipe shook his head in response. "We were actually sparked in Kaon believe it or not," revealed Sideswipe, "but all the preschools there were full so we were transferred to a remote one in the Chrome Fields."

"That's not too far from here," said Jazz, remembering that he had to travel through it to get to the Towers.

"You could see the Towers right from our old back garden. At night it would light up the northern skies. I remember sitting down in the garden with Sunstreaker and looking at the Towers in the distance," lamented Sideswipe, "he always wanted us to go there, said its where beautiful bots lived."

"Did you?" asked Jazz.

"Not really," confessed Sideswipe, "I wasn't into the whole "beauty is everything" and all that crap. Sunstreaker was always good looking so I guess he thought he could take on the modelling career to show off how beautiful he could be."

"So you didn't consider becoming a model like your brother?" asked Jazz.

Sideswipe instantly paused with his eating and stared at Jazz in complete shock. He then started to laugh, bits of his grease burger spluttering out of his mouth despite his best effort to keep it closed. He hit the table with his hands a few times, his amusement over the question seemed hard to contain. "Are you kidding me?" he laughed, wiping the tears that had formed around his optics.

"What?" asked a bewildered Jazz.

He tided himself up before replying. "Well... look at me," he said, gesturing his hands at himself, "I'm not exactly good looking am I?"

Jazz didn't seem impressed with that answer. "Wait a minute, you don't think you're good lookin' enough to be a model?"

Sideswipe's expression seemed to change. "I'm just not pretty enough," he sighed, "I've always known that."

"Always?" Jazz was slightly intrigued.

Sideswipe sighed a little as he leaned back into his chair. He then looked at Jazz, smirking a little. "If you tell anyone this, I'll deny it."

Jazz realised Sideswipe was about to share something personal, so he raised one hand and placed the other over his spark. "I won't tell a soul," he promised.

Sideswipe leaned forward a bit. "When I was really young, back at the school me and Sunstreaker went to, we always got donated toys every three months. One time I got this awesome toy that I used as a sword. I ran round the garden swinging it around like a crazy, but then I remember seeing my brother with the item he pulled out of the donation box." Sideswipe sighed sadly. "He always loved playing dress up with the used garments we were given. Since we lived so close to the Towers it was normal that we received stuff like that from them. The matrons would use them to make berth sheets or curtains, but Sunstreaker liked to wear them. He was surrounded by some of the matrons as he paraded around in them. They all told him how cute and adorable he looked. I remember getting a little jealous."

Jazz tried to imagine a miniature Sunstreaker dressed in an oversized garment. "I guess you wanted to dress up too?"

Sideswipe nodded. "I really wanted to get the matrons attention and have them praise me like they did with Sunstreaker. I thought they would because I was convinced that me and my brother looked identical, apart from the colour scheme. So I asked Sunstreaker if I could wear his garment. He smiled at me and said "sure" and he even helped me put it on right. He kept telling me that I looked just as cute as him, and that made me super happy... but..." Sideswipe suddenly looked miserable and sunk back into his chair. "When I went to show the matrons they all just laughed at me, said I looked ridiculous. I ran off and cried after ripping it off. I guess it was right around then that I realised I wasn't as pretty as my brother despite being his twin."

That story was a little sadder than Jazz thought it would be. "So because a bunch of matrons laughed at you for playing dress up, you assumed it was because you weren't as pretty as your brother?"

Sideswipe nodded. "Pretty much, I'm used to it now."

Jazz remembered Sideswipe saying something like that before, that he was used to thinking he wasn't as good looking as his twin brother. It was almost sad to think he didn't think of himself as pretty as Sunstreaker. "Surely you don't think that you ain't good lookin'?"

Sideswipe shrugged. "No one ever told me I was," was all he said, "well, except for Sunstreaker."

Still it seemed like a sad situation to be in; completely convinced that you weren't pretty just because others treated you unfairly. Sure he wasn't as good looking as the models that populated the city but Sideswipe was still a fairly decent looking mech. If only he could convince him that. 

"Surely there were others who complimented you on your appearance?" asked Jazz, determined to make the kid see he wasn't that bad looking.

"Besides Sunstreaker? No, no one," muttered Sideswipe, fiddling with the mini parasol that came with his drink. 

"Well you must've dated at least once?" asked Jazz. "I bet someone must've wanted to go out with you at some point."

"Seven times," replied Sideswipe coldly.

Seven? "You been on seven dates?" questioned Jazz. "Same guy?"

"I've had seven relationships," explained Sideswipe, bending the stick in his hands. "All of which ended with me getting dumped."

Jazz's optics widened. "So you've been with seven different bots and none of 'em ever complimented your looks?"

Sideswipe suddenly snapped the stick in his hands, his face converting into a foul expression. It suddenly got quiet between them and Jazz could not help but feel uncomfortable. He could see that this particular subject had upset Sideswipe, and from what he had learnt he could see why. The red mech had grown up believing he wasn't physically perfect and he dated seven different bots who apparently never told him that he was cute or handsome. It all sounded rather stressful.

"Why'd they dump you?" asked Jazz, deciding to press forward. There was no point in backing out now.

The red mech but his lip. "Can we talk about this some other time?" he pleaded, "I'm not in the mood." Jazz nodded, thinking it would be best to leave it be for now.

They got back to eating their meals, starting a more good natured chat about swordfighting. Jazz knew this topic would cheer up Sideswipe and it worked like a charm, the red mech instantly forgetting that he was in a bad mood in the first place. They talked and joked and laughed, even after they finished their meal. Jazz morphed his war stories into tales of how he protected his clients from crazy crime bosses and assassins. Sideswipe would sit and listen, asking Jazz how he managed to save his clients from such maniacs. The topic changed over to Sideswipe's interesting life in the Towers. There were clubs he went to when he wasn't working, models he pranked because they got on his nerves and silly little stunts he used to pull on the streets. Although the law abiding part of him disapproved of these acts, he couldn't help but marvel at how he managed to pull these things off. He almost laughed his head off when Sideswipe revealed he stuck some grease gum on Tracks aft plate and it was still there in a published photo.

With their time running out, Jazz paid the bill and he and Sideswipe headed back to the estate. They arrived with a couple of hours to spare and Jazz decided to get his head down for a bit, for he had busy day ahead. 

Before he could head to his room, Sideswipe stopped him. "Can we do this again?" he asked.

"The trainin'?" assumed Jazz, "Well of course, it takes more than one session to-"

"No, I mean... the stuff we did after that?" rephrased Sideswipe, blushing a little.

Jazz smiled a little. He enjoyed the down time he spent with Sideswipe for he wasn't so stuck up like everyone else. He was someone Jazz could talk to and now that he wasn't acting like a brat Sideswipe was fun to be around. "Sure, why not?" he replied.

Sideswipe suddenly formed a smile that Jazz had never seen before, and the bodyguard couldn't help but admit how it made Sideswipe so charming to look at. He looked genuinely happy and it made him look so... attractive. The red mech excused himself and headed back to his room, leaving Jazz to head back to his own room.

------------------------------------------------------

Jazz released a caged yawn as he stood by Sunstreaker, the model signing autographs at the Omega arena. Today was the memorial service for Tremor and thousands of the dead musician's fans have gathered to pay their respects, and to get Sunstreaker's autograph. Jazz had to drink eight cans of Alpha Omega Engex shakes to stay awake. He kept a close optic on the creepy fans and obvious stalkers, shooing away the ones who tried to get too close to the Mortal Sol. Since he was incredibly tired he appeared much more terrifying to the crowds of fans, which actually made his job a tad bit easier.

"Recharged correctly, did you?" asked Sunstreaker, once they were inside a private section of the arena.

Holding in another yawn, Jazz did his best to smile. "Late night on the workout bench," he lied. He didn't want Sunstreaker to think he was too tired so he kept his visor on to hide his dark optics. 

The memorial went on with songs being sung, actors and fellow musicians paying tribute and a slideshow dedicated to the glamourise life Tremor lead. There were tears and laughter and shanix being made without anyone realising it, and before Jazz realised it the whole thing was over. He almost fell asleep through most of it, discreetly slapping himself awake when he felt the need to nod off. Every time a tray of engex floated past him he would grab a few glasses and gulp them down. He couldn't go through this again and decided to find a better time on the day to train Sideswipe, or at least make certain he had nothing special going on the next day.

With the memorial over, everyone clamoured into the main lobby for the final reception. Models drank high quality energon whilst mingling with actors and singers, chatting away about trivial things. Sunstreaker got the usual crowd of idolising fans, all praising him for a spectacular service in the memory of the late Tremor. Jazz kept by his side, still a little groggy even after all the engex shakes. He was starting to wish he had those military grade ultra energon drinks that could keep him awake for months. It was normal for the black ops to consume such powerful beverages, so they could continue fighting even when their enemies were too exhausted to fight back. Jazz recalled how he had almost forgotten how to recharge because he had been wide awake for nearly three hundred years. Maybe if he asked Prowl he could get a hold of some, just until he left the Towers. 

As he stood there he could not help but wonder what Sideswipe was up to. He had work later on today so he was possibly resting from the training last night. Thinking back to last night Jazz could not help but recall how the red mech smiled at him when he promised to hang out with him some more. It wasn't one of those cocky grins or smug smirks but a simple but sweet smile showing how much it made him happy that Jazz said yes. He actually looked really cute when he smiled like that and Jazz was having a hard time getting it out of his head. He hoped Sideswipe was getting the TT he needed.

"How are you feeling Jazz?" suddenly asked Sunstreaker, the pair of them being left alone for now.

"Apologies, I shouldn't have worked out so much," replied Jazz, holding in a yawn. "I'll rest once we get back."

"It's fine, you have a life outside of this job and I can't keep you from it," chuckled Sunstreaker with a smile. Looking over at the crowds that surrounded them, Sunstreaker continued to smile calmly at the scene before them. "To think Tremor had so many fans."

"I guess they loved him for his music," suggested Jazz, for it certainly wasn't for his attitude.

Sunstreaker made a single amused sound from his throat. "Music isn't the first thing that came to mind when I listened to his songs. Aw well, at least he's gone."

Jazz didn't find that tone Sunstreaker used to be pleasant. "You make it sound like you're happy he's gone."

"Of course I am," huffed Sunstreaker, "fragger tried to rape my brother."

Jazz was shocked to hear Sunstreaker say such a thing out loud in public, despite it being true. He recalled the story from Sideswipe who had tried to convince his brother what transpired between Tremor and himself at the recording studio, but Sunstreaker acted like he didn't believe him. It now seemed from that sudden statement that Sunstreaker had indeed taken Sideswipe's story to spark, only he never told him for some reason or the rest of the world, acting as if he sided with Tremor. "Sideswipe said you didn't believe him when he told you," said Jazz.

"I did believe him," sighed Sunstreaker, looking a little sorry for himself, "but as a model and one of the main faces of one of the most powerful modelling companies on Cybertron, I couldn't just run over to Tremor and attack him or hire an army of lawyers to take him down. I had to handle it the professional way and unfortunately Sideswipe had to be a scape goat."

Jazz was almost sickened by this. "He's your brother," he said, "you should've fought for him."

Sunstreaker looked up at Jazz, a hint of anger in his calm expression. "Jazz I'm going to tell you right here and now that I adore my brother above all else, however I can't always side with him because of my position." Sunstreaker looked back to the crowd. "It's a difficult position I'm in unfortunately... It would be much better if I took him away from all this," he said quietly. 

Trying to look at it from Sunstreaker's perspective, Jazz could see why he had to act like his brother was the culprit instead of bringing the true culprit to justice. He was the highest grossing model in the Towers, the Jewel of Pulchritudo INC, a mech with a lot of fame and a lot of fans. Getting dragged into a lawsuit could damage his career, but still was his work more important to him than his own family? Sideswipe was being treated like a little crimp with a bad attitude but now that Jazz got to know him some more, he was actually just a decent young kid who wanted to live his life the way he wanted. Living in the shadow of his famous brother wasn't helping him, in fact it almost destroyed him. It was a good thing Jazz came along when he did.

"So you've been talking with him?" demanded Sunstreaker abruptly.

Jazz flinched a little. "We talk," he admitted.

"About what?" asked Sunstreaker.

"Just general conversations and all that stuff in between," replied Jazz, wondering why Sunstreaker was curious all of a sudden.

Sunstreaker was about to ask Jazz something else regarding his brother when someone shouted out his title. The pair looked over to see the red faced model, Tracks, marching towards them. He appeared to be upset about something and his bodyguard and manager were following, attempting to calm him down. Sunstreaker sighed as he wiped his brow, bracing himself for whatever Tracks had to throw at him.

"Mortal Sol, you have some nerve," hissed Tracks, halting himself before Sunstreaker. Jazz moved a bit closer to remind the blue mech of his presence but Tracks didn't seem to care.

"What do you want now Blue Flame?" huffed Sunstreaker, clearly annoyed.

"Don't give me that attitude," snarled Tracks, "why were you chosen to lead the memorial for Tremor!? I was his friend, it should have been me!"

"You know very well that it was Platinum's idea, not mine," muttered Sunstreaker, "now go calm yourself before you get stress lines on your face."

"He's right Tracks," begged the manager, grabbing a tray with a single cocktail on it, "why don't we go and have a nice relaxing-" Before the manager could finish, Tracks knocked the tray out of his hands, the sound of breaking glass and the clatter of the tray drew the attention of the large crowds surrounding them.

"You didn't deserve to do it," continued Tracks, "not after what your bitch of a brother did to him!"

Jazz was almost certain he heard Sunstreaker growl but the model maintained a calm posture. "That matter was settled a long time ago Blue Flame, so I would kindly ask that you drop it."

Tracks continued despite Sunstreaker's demand. "He had the nerve to accuse Tremor of indecent assault after he attacked him and left him with those awful scars, and then you got in the way of justice and convinced Tremor to drop the charges. Tremor would never stoop so low to commit such a heinous act!" 

"I paid for his metal surgery and we sorted it all out professionally," retorted Sunstreaker, still looking very much annoyed. "Are you finished? I got the part, you didn't, same old same old, get over it for the love of Primus."

"Where is that damn brother of yours now?" demanded Tracks, "walking free and probably laughing at Tremor's demise!?"

"Sideswipe is not involved in this," snapped Sunstreaker, now getting angry that Trackscwas refusing to take a hint, "now leave us be Tracks."

"I heard he was in that part of the spa just before Tremor died," continued Tracks, his manager still attempting to calm him with no such luck. "Did he kill him for the hell of it? Were you in on it? Did you both plan his death? I always knew that spiky helmed bitch was a no good troublemaker the moment I saw him! You both are."

Sunstreaker looked like he was holding in a flood of rage but the dam of willpower he created to hold it all in was impressive. "Sideswipe would never commit such a crime and he is perfectly innocent, so go drown yourself in a bar or something and forget we ever had this conversation."

The blue mech looked absolutely furious and shouting as loud as his vocals would let him he bellowed, "your brother should have... have... he should have been in a-a a prison cell as a convict's personal whore!"

The entire lobby was filled with a collective of loud gasps before falling silent, even Jazz felt his jaw drop at such a disgusting insult like that. All optics turned to Sunstreaker who just stood there, staring at Tracks with a shockingly calm stance. There was no anger or disgust in his optics he just stood there in a strange and quiet way. Everyone started to get a little uneasy as the Mortal Sol continued to do nothing but stare at Tracks. Tracks himself actually started to appear concerned for his own safety and stepped back a little. Jazz wasn't sure if he should say or do something, he himself was angry that Tracks had wished such a thing upon Sideswipe.

Sunstreaker finally did something but it wasn't as dramatic as everyone had hoped. He merely gave Tracks a pitiful smile and said, "my word Tracks, if you keep shouting like that you're going to damage that noise box you call a voice. Why don't you take a nice long relaxing trip to one of my Celestial Spas? My treat."

Tracks began trembling with rage, angry that he had failed to ignite any frustration from his rival. He almost lunged at Sunstreaker but Jazz stood between them, taking extreme care that he wasn't going to touch either of them. "Alright just cool your jets," demanded Jazz, trying to avoid making any contact with the furious blue mech.

"How dare you speak to me like that," spat Tracks, his optics burning with rage.

Jazz was about to say something else when Tracks' bodyguard stepped in. "Back off chump," he threatened.

"Why don't you both back off," retorted Jazz.

Tracks' bodyguard released a low growl before smashing his head against Jazz's face. Jazz grimaced from the surprise attack, hearing the sound of his visor crack from the impact and feeling the sensation of the horrific pain around his face. He staggered back a bit, reaching for his face to asses the damage. He wasn't sure if it was because he was tired or because he was angry with what Tracks had said, but Jazz gave that bodyguard a glare full of death as he charged forward and punched him as hard as he could in the abdomen. The bodyguard was flung back, smashing into a pile of tables, models and guests screeching as they jumped out of the way.

"Cease this at once," bellowed Platinum, waddling over to the scene, "control your bodyguards this instant."

Jazz wiped his face with a grunt smearing some energon blood away whilst Tracks stomped over and berated his own bodyguard for failing or something. Sunstreaker just stood there rubbing his brow and appearing annoyed yet calm, trying to ignore Platinum as he shouted and cried about the models acting like sparklings. Once everything had settled down, Sunstreaker had a private talk with Platinum, possibly apologising for all the chaos. Jazz had patched up his face as best he could but his visit had completely shattered. Thankfully he has some special gel back at the estate that could fix it, he only hoped that all the programs Prowl installed on it were still operational. It didn't take Sunstreaker long to return and he informed Jazz that they were leaving. Following him to a private shuttle, Jazz wondered if either Sunstreaker or himself were in trouble. The model was quiet for the most part during the tide in the shuttle and Jazz felt a little awkward sitting across from him.

"Well that was annoying, wasn't it?" muttered Sunstreaker, pulling out a hidden canister of engex from a hidden subspace.

"I'll say," murmured Jazz, rubbing his aching brow.

"I swear that Blue Flame is determined to get the better of me," continued Sunstreaker, sipping his beverage, "one of these days he's going to do something stupid and he'll try and drag me down with him."

Jazz tried to relax but he was a little concern that his random act of violence might have gotten them into trouble. "Was Platinum upset?" he asked.

"Oh please, I've done worse and Tracks has caused more fights between models and their bodyguards then a drunken bar from Tarn," scoffed Sunstreaker, swigging his drink down, "He just gave me the usual "please behave" and "get that bodyguard under control" and all that other malarkey. If you're concerned about your job, don't be. It's just another day in the Towers." 

That was one thing of his mind though now Jazz found himself concerned for Sunstreaker. "I was surprised you didn't shout back at him for what he said 'bout your brother."

Sunstreaker rolled his optics. "I've heard worse, and besides I wasn't going to get angry at a Tracks just because he pushed my switch. It would have been satisfying for him if I got upset."

Jazz frowned. "You've heard worse?" Had others always insulted Sideswipe in front of Sunstreaker?

"You see Jazz, models like to push each other's buttons," explained Sunstreaker, setting his drink aside, "we all laugh and pretend we're good chums, but in reality we can't stand one another. I get the most hate because of my status and so they dug around until they found the one switch that sets me off."

Jazz didn't need to be told what that was. "Your brother, right?"

"I do adore Sideswipe," sighed Sunstreaker, a sad smile present upon his polished face, "I adore him above everything else and unfortunately they all figured that out, so I prepare myself for the worst everyday because I refuse to give them what they want. I even had to dig up their own switches, pressing them the moment they try and press mine."

"Does Sideswipe know?" asked Jazz.

"No, and don't even think about telling him," ordered Sunstreaker. He reached for his drink again and brought it to his lips. "So what are you going to do with that visor of yours? It's completely ruined."

Jazz shrugged with a casual grin. "I got this special gel for it. I just smother it all over and leave it to set for a the night, it'll be working again by tomorrow."

Sunstreaker made a "huh" sound and went back to sipping his drink whilst staring out of the shuttle's windows. For the rest of the journey back to the estate there was silence between them. The model was deep in thought, possibly still upset with what had happened but was refusing to show it. Jazz found that he had a slightly better understanding of the life that Sunstreaker lead, though there were still parts that made no sense to him. He told himself that if he was in Sunstreaker's place he would have defended Sideswipe no matter what, but Sunstreaker had to take care in what he said and did due to his career, for his sake and for Sideswipe's. Sunstreaker clearly did seem to care for Sideswipe but the more Jazz thought about it the more it felt like something was a little off about it all.

Once back at the estate Sunstreaker retired to his personal quarters after falling in his manager, muttering how he needed to lie down. Jazz himself decided to call it a day, his hunger to rest taking over. Entering his room he fumbled about in his belongings until he pulled out the gel. He yawned a few times as he coated his visor with it and left it to sit on a nearby shelf. If he left a recorded message in his comm unit in case Prowl called, also leaving a request for those military engex drinks, and finally slumped onto his berth. As his optics closed and the need to recharge took over, he could have sworn he heard the sound of a door opening.



Czerwona Rozpacz - Chapter 9
The Towers is home to the egotistical and the vain, the city of beauty where models are treated as gods. Jazz, a black ops war veteran, enters the city to work for the infamous Mortal Sol in order to find a killer. However all is not as it seems for the city holds many secrets, not everyone is who they seem, and a young outcast might be the key to solving everything or destroying everything Jazz held dear.

Featuring characters from Transformers Robots in Disguise 2015

will feature future robot slash (love) murder death sex violence

------------------------------------------------

Was this chapter too long? I'm trying to make them longer :)

Also I know I made Tracks like a jerk in this chapter, but he will redeem himself so stay tuned Tracks fans :)
Loading...

Donate

PurrV has started a donation pool!
2,776 / 4,000
I wish to turn either Megatron the Perv or Knightformers into a super group!

You must be logged in to donate.
  • Anonymous Deviant
    Donated Jan 14, 2016, 2:06:09 PM
    2,000
  • AlexTheAutobot
    Donated Aug 16, 2015, 6:45:57 AM
    1

Shoutbox

lolmylifesucks:iconlolmylifesucks:
You are totally awesome!! Keep up the awesome work! ^_^
Sat Jul 4, 2015, 7:16 PM
Paris1445:iconparis1445:
I wanna know what happens next on Megatron the perv! :)
Thu Jul 2, 2015, 9:21 PM
TheMarioBrosGirl:iconthemariobrosgirl:
You arean Amazing Person!! With out "Megatron the perv" where would I would've starts shipping M X OP?
Sun Jun 21, 2015, 7:30 AM
heyistarflamanic:iconheyistarflamanic:
yay o3o
Fri Jun 5, 2015, 6:29 PM
Aerialbots
Haihaihai neh ^^
Sat Oct 4, 2014, 2:18 PM
amythehedgehog21:iconamythehedgehog21:
PANTIES! Can I just say I love Megatron the Perv x3
Fri Aug 1, 2014, 4:58 AM
Gellikia:icongellikia:
man, how did your fanfic get soo famous?
Mon May 12, 2014, 6:52 PM
transformerseveryday:icontransformerseveryday:
Can you do a comic with Megatron the perv meeting Prime the perv, you know Prime the perv form the comic "wanting you"
Tue Mar 11, 2014, 11:26 PM
fluffercat:iconfluffercat:
ur awesome
Tue Mar 11, 2014, 2:40 PM
loveshadamy4ever67:iconloveshadamy4ever67:
i so love your megatron the perv show
Wed Jan 22, 2014, 2:23 PM
Nobody

Friends

Watchers

Visitors

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconcrash-the-megaraptor:
Crash-the-Megaraptor Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
I hope you had a great birthday. :)
Reply
:iconbirthdays:
birthdays Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015
:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

It's September 24th which means it's that time of the year again and your special day is here! We hope you have an awesome day with lots of birthday fun, gifts, happiness and most definitely, lots of cake! Here's to another year!

Many well wishes and love from your friendly birthdays team :love:

---
Birthdays Team
This birthday greeting was brought to you by: karey
Reply
:iconjasperinity:
Jasperinity Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015
Happy birthday! :D
Reply
:iconpurrv:
PurrV Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thank you :)
Reply
:iconjasperinity:
Jasperinity Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015
You're welcome! :3
Reply
:icondigitgirl:
digitgirl Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015
happy birthday.
Reply
:iconpurrv:
PurrV Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
n'aw thankies
Reply
:icondigitgirl:
digitgirl Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015
your welcome.
Reply
:iconnortstar:
Nortstar Featured By Owner Sep 24, 2015
Happy Birthday :hug:
Reply
:iconpurrv:
PurrV Featured By Owner Sep 26, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks sweetie :glomp:
Reply
Add a Comment: