4What's up, everybody? Jahn Davis here with my first contribution to FanFiction. This story is focused on Jazz, the most stylish and hip Autobot around! It also includes an OC, and some soul searching and good times for all. So let's get this party started, shall we? Read and review this first chapter and I'll see if I should continue it!
Cybertronian Units of Time
A nano-klik is approximately one Earth second
A klik is about 1.2 Earth minutes
A cycle is about 1 hour 15 mins
A mega-cycle is about 93 hours
A deca-cycle is approx 3 weeks
A stellar-cycle is 7.5 months (there or thereabouts)
A Meta-cycle is about 13 months
A vorn is approximately 83 years
The Cybertronian air was cool, a gentle breeze blowing over the landscape and flowing between the buildings of the beautiful skyline of Iacon. Mechs and femmes all bustled about in the streets of the city, laughing together and telling tales of the war that had ravaged their homeworld.
The Cybertronian Civil War had ended some stellar cycles ago, as Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, had ended the war, disbanding the faction and bringing in a new era of peace and harmony to the planet. The Autobots had returned home victorious, led by the noble and honorable Optimus Prime, wielder of the Matrix of Leadership and the last of the Primes. The core of Cybertron had been reactivated, and had once again begun to produce enormous amounts of life giving energon to compensate for the Autobots' return from all corners of the universe.
The first team to arrive was Team Prime, consisting of Optimus, Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack. The chief medical officer, Ratchet, had stayed behind on Earth to monitor the planet and provide aid to their human allies in any way that he could. Next were Ironhide, Prowl, Bluestreak, Chromia, and Elita One, who had joyously reunited with her sparkmate. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker soon followed, as did Mirage, Perceptor, and Warpath. Silverbolt and his officers, Air Raid and Jetfire, also returned to Cybertron, and many others with them. Soon the entire planet was filled with joyous Cybertronians who celebrated the end of such an era of darkness. Happiness had once again permeated Cybertron's atmosphere.
So why did he feel so empty?
Jazz sighed, cycling air through his vents in order to cool his internal systems and calm his very busy processor. Jazz was the TIC of the entire Autobot faction during the war, and was one of the Autobots' most capable warriors. He was incredibly adaptable to any combat situation that arose, and his sharp wit and confident attitude had gotten him out of more scrapes than he could count. Quick on his pedes, he could always do what needed to be done, and he'd never leave another Autobot behind, no matter how dangerous the situation. He had done so much for the Autobot cause, and had saved the planet from total domination by the Decepticons. So why did he feel so unsatisfied?
Jazz rubbed his servo tiredly over his faceplates and visor. He looked out over Iacon's impressive skyline. There was still work to be done, but Bulkhead was leading operations to rebuild much of Cybertron's architecture and monuments. It was a daunting task, but everyone was pitching in to help with the rebuild. It wouldn't get done in a decacycle, but it wouldn't take vorns, either. The thought of a rebuilt Cybertron made Jazz's spark pulse in happiness, but it was soon overcome by the loneliness that he felt. Jazz was somewhat of an oddity amongst the other Autobots, as he was by far one of the most culturally aware Cybertronians to have ever lived. Jazz loved culture. It was just so interesting and captivating to learn about all the differences between species throughout the universe. When Team Prime had returned, Bumblebee had shown Jazz some of Earth's culture, and Jazz had fallen in love with hip hop and rap. He had also done some research and learned many of Earth's terms and slang. In fact, he found that his normal way of speaking was very similar to ebonics, an Earth dialect. Smiling at the thought, he played some hip hop music softly through his built-in speakers, soothing his aching spark somewhat.
Jazz let the music wash over him, nodding his helm to the powerful and slow beat of the song. He tilted his helm towards the stars, and softly began to hum the bass line to himself. He laid back onto the ground and began to gaze upwards at the stars. Somewhere, he knew that whatever his spark was longing for was coming to him. He didn't understand how he knew, but something in his spark told him of its approach. He decided to do what he always did. Go with the flow of things and ride it out. Jazz shut down his optics, and simply let himself fall into a soft recharge.
Jazz woke up quickly and took in his surroundings. He was still on a ridge overlooking Iacon. I musta dozed off for a cycle or two. Ah well. No use stayin' here. He stood up, stretching out his joints and flexing his muscle cables. He took one last look over the skyline, and then leaped into the air. His T-cog rang out over the area, sounding like a beat of a drum. Jazz propped himself up on his arms, and began to break dance. Twisting his legs, he felt them pull closer to himself, and his chest folded down into the hood of his sleek alt mode. He revved his engine, and smirked to himself as it smoothly purred in response. "That ain't neva gonna get old", he said as he ran an internal systems check. Looks like I'm all set ta go back. I think I'll hit up a nightclub. Ain't been to a club in vorns. Laughing as he accelerated, he began to play hip hop loudly as he drove into Iacon.
Jazz soon arrived at the nightclub, driving forward and pushing himself into the air. In midair, he transformed, feeling his plates shift back into place on his bipedal form. He flipped, landing on one hand and spinning, pushing himself into the air and flipping once more to smoothly land on his pedes. Mechs and femmes alike all marveled at his flashy transformation, pointing and calling out to him. "Hey, smooth landing!" "Looking good, Jazz!" He smiled at them, waving and calling out a quick "Thank ya!" and "Have a good night, y'all!" He looked up at the club, took one last deep cycle of air, and walked inside.
As soon as he walked in, the sound of music filled his audio receptors. He looked around, his visor gleaming in the dark room as he took in the sights of mechs and femmes dancing, laughing, and enjoying copious amounts of high grade energon. Jazz smiled to himself, remembering how he would always go clubbing before the war broke out. Jazz walked over to the bar, careful to avoid bumping into anyone, which was difficult with so many bots inside. Finally, he reached the bar, and he called the bartender over. "I'll take the sweetest stuff ya got in here, mah mech", he said, slightly yelling over the noise. The bartender simply smiled and nodded, soon returning with an energon cube. The energon gleamed a neon pink hue, and Jazz took a small sip. The energon coursed through his fuel lines, and left a nice, silky aftertaste on his glossa. "Thanks!" called Jazz, leaving behind some credits for the bartender. He walked over to a booth and took a seat, looking at the crowd as he sipped his energon quietly, and simply observed. Then he saw her.
Sitting on the other side of the room, Jazz saw her. She was a gorgeous femme, her golden optics shining brightly as she sat by herself. She was dancing a little bit to the music, which only made Jazz think that she was even cuter than he originally thought. She mouthed along to the lyrics of the song, patting her servo against the table to the beat. Jazz wiped his visor with a cloth from his subspace, just to be sure that he wasn't imagining her. She was still there, and Jazz felt a strong pull in his spark to approach her. He grabbed his cube, and made his way to the bar, grabbing a cube for the femme. As he approached her, he could feel his spark pulsating faster. If there was ever a time ta not be nervous, this would hafta be it. Jazz gulped slightly and cleared his throat cables. "Hey there", he said. But his vocalizer fritzed slightly, causing his voice to sound somewhat higher than normal. Ah for Primus' sake….he thought to himself. The femme raised her brow plate slightly, and smiled at his obvious nervousness. "What's the matter? Turbofox got your tongue?", she teased. Jazz was somewhat taken aback, but he soon smirked at her wit. Cute and sarcastic. I'm beginning ta like this femme already. "Nah, Ah'm good. Just a little hiccup in the vocalizer, that's all. I'm normally a much more composed mech, but I guess that's what happens when ya meet a beautiful femme like you", Jazz shot back, pleased with his recovery. The femme laughed and smiled at his joke. "Well, aren't you quite the charming mech?" she said as she looked at him. Jazz smiled . "I try ta be. I try." He pulled the extra cube from his subspace. "I saw that ya didn't have a cube. I got ya one at the bar over there. Help yourself", he smiled as he held out the cube to her. She returned the smile, and warmly took it from his servo. "Thanks. I never caught your designation", she said as she looked at him. Jazz grinned, and held out a servo to her. "Jazz. Pleasure to meet ya, femme", he said. The femme's optics widened in realization. "Jazz? As in THE Jazz? Special Ops and Third In Command of the entire Autobot faction?" she asked with a hint of surprise. Jazz nodded his helm in confirmation. "Yes ma'am, the very same mech", he said. The femme smiled and shook his servo. "Celestia. Pleasure to meet you, Jazz." Jazz smiled at her friendliness. What a beautiful designation. Celestia offered him a seat, which Jazz gladly accepted.
Jazz finally got in a good look at her. She was of a somewhat slender build. She was a grounder, with two wheels sitting on her shoulders, with doorwings jutting from her back. She was white, and her trim was purple, and her helm was also a purple color. Her servos were black, and she had the Autobot insignia placed in the center of her chest. Her chest showed that her alt mode was very sleek and streamlined, and her torso soon shifted into her shapely hips. Her legs were long, leading down to her small pedes that were white on top and purple along the bottom. In Jazz's opinion, she was the most beautiful femme he had ever laid optics on. The two talked for a long time, simply laughing and smiling at one another. Soon, Jazz had an idea. "Wanna dance?" he asked as he stood up to lightly grasp her servo. "Of course!" she smiled at him and got up to follow as she was led to the dance floor. The music had slowed down, and the two bots danced smoothly with one another. Jazz began to feel as though his spark might not be as empty as it had been earlier that night. Celestia was beautiful, and she could dance almost as well as he could. The music soon started to be fast paced, and the two began to move in almost perfect sync. Jazz would lead for a bit, then Celestia would lead, and the entire club had stopped to notice the feverish pace that Jazz and Celestia had set. Jazz moved so smoothly, and Celestia had to admit that he was the best dancer that she had ever seen. He moved so fluidly, shifting and sliding on his pedes to the beat of the music. Jazz then began to break dance, and the clubgoers whooped and hollered their approval. Jazz was unconscious to the noise around him. His systems were overheated, but he didn't care as he danced harder than he ever had before. When the song reached its climax, he grabbed Celestia and spun her around, quickly pulling her to his chest, and dipping her just as the song reached a resounding final note. As the two locked optics, Jazz smiled down at her, panting hard and cycling air to cool himself off. The club erupted into cheers, and Jazz slowly stood up and pulled Celestia up as well. "Wow Jazz! I didn't even know Cybertronians could dance like THAT! You were amazing!" she marveled as she gazed at him. "Heh, thanks. Let's just say I finally had the perfect partner", Jazz smiled down at her. Celestia beamed at him, her cheeks lightly blushing purple.
A cycle later, Celestia checked her chronometer. It was the early hours of the morning. "Well…I should be heading home", Celestia said as she stood from the table and began to walk toward the exit. Jazz nodded. "I understand…will I see you again?" he asked, hoping to Primus she'd say yes. Celestia smirked. "Maybe, I haven't decided yet." She winked at him as they walked out of the club. She stepped towards Jazz, and she lightly kissed him on his cheek. "But I sure hope so", she whispered into Jazz's audio receptor. She quickly jumped backwards, transforming smoothly into her alt mode and driving off, calling out,"Have a good night, Jazz!", as she raced off into the night. Jazz smiled and waved after her. What a femme. What a FEMME! Wait til Prowler n' OP n' Bee hear about this! Jazz whooped loudly, and ran towards Autobot HQ, transforming in a frontflip of joy as he zoomed towards home and a happy, satisfying recharge.