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Post by Cryptic on May 16, 2007 22:51:23 GMT -5
Cheetor cruised along the roadway, enjoying the run. he was to often cooped up now and the option of just letting go wasn't always an option.
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Post by neva on May 16, 2007 23:07:26 GMT -5
A black metallic vehicle roared down the road. A sound of a high pitch wine of a turbine and something also keen to a deep rumble of a thruster. It rolled on two wheels, heavily designed for speed, and its rider, crouched down low to assist with the wind dynamics of the vehicle, his vehicle. The rider was a cybertronian, white armor, with perhaps some cheetah like resemblance, on oddly enough perhaps some mix of a car as well. Over his optics with a visor which hid them well and seem to reflect the light and scenery around them as he drove.
He should have been somewhere and he knew when he returned, the people of this place, the people of his office, would be highly upset that there leader, who was a former autobot, for that matter, an operations officer, would so easily leave his office for a "joy-ride". After all, oh dear, he could get killed. Psh, he has seen enough fire on the line and near deaths that things like that didn't bother him anymore. By all right anyhow, he should be dead, still dead for that matter, but someone couldn't let the dead lie. Ah well, nothing like the present right?
He came up on the cheetah and with a smirk on his face(known as his trade-mark), he revved it up, and poped it on one wheel as he roared by, nearly giving a half-salute to the cheetah. He really didn't want to go back to office-- but, that is where he needed to be. Though-- there was a near desire to, ah what they heck. What would they do? Remove him from office and replace him with who? No-one!
He came to stop ahead of Cheetor and placed his metallic like foot on the ground as he stared at the maximal. His visor didn't help with his features of his form robotic past, but luckly the smile seem to give him far more, life. "Hey, Cheets, where ya be runnin' too?"
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Post by Cryptic on May 16, 2007 23:14:42 GMT -5
Cheetor slowed and came to a hault. "Hey, tring to see what of the assorted goverments can be salvaged. what about you?"
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Post by neva on May 17, 2007 0:13:02 GMT -5
Jazz tilts his head slightly as a glow came from behind his visor, "--Government, huh? What's up with them?" He raises a brow slightly, perhaps in concern. Maybe it was a bad thing he stepped out of the office for to long--
"--Well so far from what I know Neo Praxus is still gettin' its stuff together. Since technically I am the mayor, planner, and all around head of the city-- Or as the humans like to say." He grinned, "I'm the sheriff in these here parts."
He rubbed his chin lightly and nodded his head, "Explain to me whats goin' on, maybe I can help out."
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Post by Cryptic on May 17, 2007 7:19:31 GMT -5
Cheetor transformed and quickly filled Jazz in on all the slag that had happened and their troubles in finding the council memebers.
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Post by neva on May 17, 2007 10:12:39 GMT -5
Jazz nodded his head at the end and smirked, "I'll contact a few people and if I can get away with it when I get back to my office, I'll see if I can come help out." He reeves up the bike once more, before he looks over the distance. If I can sneak out of there again, maybe if I sneak in-- and sneak out, they wont even know I've been gone. He thought to himself as he glanced over at Cheetor, "If I can get everythin' together, where would ya like to meet?"
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Post by Cryptic on May 17, 2007 12:10:23 GMT -5
"Mmmm Memorial park should do. By the Primes statue." Cheetor said shifting back to beast mode. "And thanks, we need ever hand we can get."
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Post by neva on May 17, 2007 18:20:04 GMT -5
Jazz nodded, "Hey, if I didn't help, what kinda former Autobot would I be anyhow?" He smirked lightly, "I'll see ya there, Cheets." With one more reeve and his foot lifting back up on the bike, as he took off into the distance heading toward his office place.
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Jazz arrived at the back of a building, where his office was placed at. It was like the human's version of the City council building or a state capital building. Unlike the rest of cybertron, Praxus at the moment only had one leader, and that was Jazz. At least till the city was done being under construction and they could once more pull away from Cybertropolis.
He took a hold of a pipe and climbed up in, and with his acrobatic skills jumped off to a ledge, climbed up that and snook in through the back-window. Ah the days of being in some stealth operations with Mirage paid off. As he entered into his office he checked the messages that were left from him to listen too, lipping a few of them that were rather common factor of his job that he heard every day.
As the messages went on, he crouched down and pulled on two cords in the wall, as he pulled a box came out. He tapped in the security code on a small panel, and with a hiss the a few clicks, it was unlocked. Jazz opened the box and within it, was his silver hand-gun he modified for this newer body. He took it out and equipped it to his side. He placed the box back in and sighed, "Just in case-- ya never know. Even if fire-arms are frowned upon.. better to be safe then sorry."
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Post by Cryptic on May 17, 2007 22:17:31 GMT -5
Cheetor took off down the stree again lopeing along.
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Post by neva on May 18, 2007 10:37:34 GMT -5
Jazz went over to his desk and sat down, in the darkness of his office, the only thing giving off light at the moment as his visor, as reading scrolled up the side of it. He never thought he be using older programs to assist with anything here. luckily even with organic signatures, he could use it to track, or at least pick up some some levels. Though this was really Hound's department, after all he-- she-- was the tracker.
He opened up a screen on his desk, and a panel flipped over, he started to press a few keys, then he sat back and tapped his index finger on the desk. "--come on.. answer.." The screen flashed to life as what seemed to be a kid staring back at him with a raised brow and a look that could kill perhaps, but for Jazz, this was typical Optimus Prime being emo. A flaw he thought Primus did, or perhaps it was for Primus' own amusement. Then again, Prime was one of the few of them that wasn't taking this alteration well. Even if he was given a shot at youth, any time he would show great emotion, the little guy, would become the big guy, and-- it would just get crazy. "Cheetor and the others need our help."
"And how do you expect me to help them?"
"Prime, this ordeals with the council. Apparently they decided to be morons and go nuts-o-kid-o."
"For one, when are they not morons?" Prime sighed as he glanced away, "I'll see what I can do, but it will take me some time."
"Maybe I can come snag ya, where are ya?" "Below ground, down in the old chamber. I wanted to do some thinking-- in piece. Anyhow, I'll see what I can do. Where are we meeting?"
Jazz waved his hand a little, "Cheetor said down over at the park." "--let me guess, where all the statues are?"
"Yep."
"Fun-- like I said, I'll be along, but give me some time. Prime out."
The screen went black before Jazz could say another word. He then smirked which turned into a smile, "--even though you hate what you become Prime, your still the same ol' Prime, now for that bull-in-a-china-closet." He typed in something else and all he got back in response was the computer going, "This person is unavailable, please try back later." Jazz's response was a dead-pan stare at the screen and huff to the side, "--dang'it Ironhide. You could make my life, easy ya know." He heard some movement outside his door and quickly looked up, Oh boy-- he thought to himself as he quickly grabbed a few things, and spun out of his chair. He jumped to the window. "--sorry guys, but this leader has other obligations regarding the world."
He jumped down, using nothing to slow down his fall, however as he feet touched ground, he forward rolled to his feet and looked up. He shook his head and hopped on his bike, "And off we-" he revved the motor, "-go!" and with that said took off, before anyone could even get a chance to look down.
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Post by neva on Jul 16, 2007 11:20:36 GMT -5
Jazz sped into Neo Praxus though looks like the problem was starting to arise. He hopped of his bike near the area the went underground and quickly went down the steps. As he got lower down he hit on a few switches and placed down the device beside him that Primus gave him. "Please don't get angry at me--" He murmured as he started to flick on switches and controls. Old Generators started to kick in, and the sound of hissing and gears rotating as the old machines of Praxus started to come to life.
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 16, 2007 12:04:19 GMT -5
As Jazz starts to work.... he should start to notice ghosts of ye old transformers starting to appear. Many of them giving him help in his activations of the systems surprisingly... One of the ones nearest actually looks towards him with a chuckle and just gives him a quick thumbs up as they finish up the current work.
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Post by neva on Jul 17, 2007 19:46:28 GMT -5
Jazz blinks at the ghosts, half wanting to yelp and the other just telling him to get this done. So long as the ghosts were helping, this wasn't a big deal... Get things done faster. "Looks like systems are fully operational. Generators stable, shields at 100%, along with weapon systems.." He hopped over the railing down to the lower level. Getting a tad more use to the ghosts presents of the former Praxians.
"Now all we gotta do is pop the top and get these shield generators up." He started to go quickly through the commands. He knew much of this equipment had not been used since Praxus was taken down and actually surprised at how well it has held up. "At the energy commin' to the pumps is stable.." He glances up as he starts to watch the hatches open. "I also hope Prime is havin' some luck down there in ol' Iacon..."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jul 19, 2007 9:36:57 GMT -5
One of the ghosts glances over to Neva before responding. "Sources in the allsaprk says he's gotten it booting up sir, So it seems he is." He then goes back to work.
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Post by neva on Jul 20, 2007 10:23:08 GMT -5
(( Jazz.. *cough* ))
Jazz nodded his head in understanding. It was odd being around ghosts, more correctly, ghosts of his past(some perhaps he even knew). If only Blaster was here to see this, he be crackin up and telling Jazz this was like a one of those haunted houses in Disney coming to life.
As one of the pilons for the shields started to rise. Jazz quickly ran over and hopped up on it. He needed to go up anyhow to make sure all of them were rising. The Old Praxus and some regard the new, use to be called the gate to cities(outside of it never sleeping like Las Vagas). Because it was smack dab in the center of all the outer cities, no wonder they got hit. However because it being a center point also meant getting people here would be easy. As Jazz raised up he yelled down to the ghosts, "As soon has I give the word, I want these things kicked into full time, and then activate the outer defense grid."
As he started to see the above ground, and perhaps the grounds of the old Praxus, he smiled softly to himself. Everything was going to be ok now. He was home, this was his city. "Man Blaster-- you would'a gotten a kick out of this."
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