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Post by Cryptic on May 17, 2007 15:07:24 GMT -5
A place of rememberance for past leaders and heroes.
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Post by neva on May 19, 2007 21:14:07 GMT -5
Jazz drove up and felt the ground shake under him a tad as he placed his foot down. His scanners on his visor was picking up odd activity in the ground below, something similar to a minor earth-quake. Just enough to give a reminder something was up, but he hadn't really seen what yet or why. What had the council thinking it was the end of the world anyhow?
As he parked his bike and walked a bit, he looked around the park. It was odd seeing different statues of the great leaders, including the one he served under. In a strange way, it reminded him of that war and in another, how old he really was. They-- were heros of Cybertron but now nothing more but nearly forgotten figures and altered on the pages of history.
Jazz almost couldn't help but wonder if this was why Optimus acted the way he did. Not because he was turned into a kid, but because, knowing Prime, so much attention placed on his name alone, probably drove him crazy. Though he also knew Prime never admit what was really wrong-- or if there was a problem. It seemed pride was something Prime had gained in becoming organic. Maybe that was the other thing, Prime was having a hard time handling the emotions, something not many of the autobots really had-- well they had emotions, but not to such an extent as they did now.
Jazz leaned up against one of the statues and waited for Cheetor's arrival and perhaps Prime would make it as well.
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Post by Cryptic on May 25, 2007 10:21:40 GMT -5
C>: "Jazz, you at the park yet? I'm running a tad late. you'll see why when I get there." Cheetor commed.
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 4, 2007 14:21:48 GMT -5
Cheetara skided into the park and quickly transformed as she looked around. C>: "Jaz, you here?"
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Post by neva on Jun 4, 2007 20:25:18 GMT -5
Jazz heard the comm and remarked back, "Got you cheetor." he closed off his comm and sat down on a bench in front of one of the statues. Crossing his leg over the other he thought for a moment he saw Cheetor skid in, but, was it really him?
He did a slight whistle over at the figure, "Hey!"
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 4, 2007 23:01:59 GMT -5
"Don't you dare hit on me." the ex cat growled as she walked over. "I have no idea what happened and..."
She winced and doubled over holding her stomach as a process that should only happen in a stasis pod began to reshape her form.
With a cry of pain that ended in a cat's roar she fell to her hands and knees panting.
Megantron dropped low and perched on the Primal statues head cocking her head as Cheetara examined her hands.
"And we're back to my basic beast mode..."
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Post by neva on Jun 5, 2007 0:02:35 GMT -5
Jazz shook his head slightly, "I assure you I wasn't hittin' on you. You just reminded me of someone, and on earth-- whistling was the best way to get someone's attention. Unless it was the dog whistle, haha."
Jazz watched for a moment with a raised brow behind his metallic visor. He never seen such an event before, even back in his older robotic days, well outside of when there trans-a-whatever it was called again failed and they had issues transforming and re-transforming. That-- was not a fun time.
"You ok there kid?" He asked as he stood up and knelled down by her side.
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 5, 2007 10:02:50 GMT -5
"I.. I think so. Primus what the Pit did they hit me with?" she said softly before getting to her feet. "How are your people doing with the crisis?"
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 5, 2007 10:08:01 GMT -5
Sunstorm lands nearby as well, though he remains just as silent as Megantron. He does not want to mess up the conversation after all...
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 5, 2007 14:26:20 GMT -5
Meg looked down at her perch, fighting the urge to act like a big pigeon and leave a deposit on his head.
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Post by neva on Jun 5, 2007 14:33:12 GMT -5
Jazz crosses his arms over his chest and starts to slightly pace. "Neo-Praxus at the moment, seems to be doing alright. Outside of being a tad shaken up by the odd weather. However, as we Praxians go, we are a rather stubborn creed of people. Not to much can shake us off our rockers or spoil our fun." He stoped for a moment and let a sigh escape, "However this whole thing has me bug, because Cybertron being in Earth's orbit again isn't good, however-- last time. The effects were all on earth, not on both planets. But I suppose that is what happens--"
Jazz was interrupted as a much younger voice spoke up coming out of the shadows as a white lion cub. "--what happens when a planet becomes organic and ever increasing in such."
Jazz looked over at the cub and smirked, "Hey Prime! Welcome to the party. Where ya been anyhow?"
Prime glanced up at Jazz as he walked over, transformed, and bowed his head respectfully to Cheetara, before returning to answer Jazz's question. "Busy-- Now then, I take it with the chaos on Cybertron, the council I'm sure with there heads up where the light doesn't shine, and the people running amok... I'm sure everyone, including ourselves has, or will have their hands full."
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Post by smokedtoast on Jun 5, 2007 14:45:42 GMT -5
Sunstorm spoke up once Prime finished talking. "If I may Prime, part of that might be because too many cybertronians voted your fellow warriors into office. At least as far as the current regression problems are concerned... too many of them felt overworked, dealing with too much responsibility. If anything, this crisis might finally fix the council by forcing them to bring in some new blood so to speak."
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Post by neva on Jun 5, 2007 16:55:32 GMT -5
Optimus tilted his head to the side as he listened. "I can assure you that I had nothing to do with that voting and if I had any say so I would have ex-nayed any Autobot wishing to be in the council. Warriors do not belong in high ranking positions. Perhaps a commander of a military, but not that of civil duties."
Jazz nodded till that last part and glared down at Prime as if he just insulted him.
Optimus shook his head and placed his hands on his hips. "Never-the-less, I believe the first concern shouldn't be about who is in office and how, or the outcomes of it but to rather get Cybertron back into its proper orbit once more and away from Earth. Then after that is done the crisis with the council should be handled."
Jazz still stared at Prime with that insulted look for a moment, before grinding his teeth slightly, opening his mouth to speek, shutting it, and then re-opening it to actually speak, "Ya know--"
"That I hurt your feelings because of my conduct of you should not also be in office. Yes, you shouldn't be, after all-- if you were meant to be in that office, you wouldn't be standing here or going out for joy rides, but dealing with your people." Prime rubbed his brow from a moment with one hand, while resting the weight on his left leg. "Now before I suppose I insult anyone elses Ego.. Anyone have any ideas?"
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Post by Cryptic on Jun 5, 2007 18:13:31 GMT -5
"Obviously we need to figure out how a whole planet was moved." Cheetara said looking up at the watching avian bots. "I've been trying to tap into the secure govement nets, but either because of my alterations, or something else, I haven't been able to get in."
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Post by neva on Jun 6, 2007 10:16:54 GMT -5
Optimus rubbed his chin lightly, though it was more of his plate then the chin, "Jazz here, was a former hacker, due to his Special Operations skills. He may be able to get in." Optimus cut a glance over at Jazz who gave him back the look of, 'I'm still upset with you.', which was written more in his frown to the side(since his optics were hidden behind the visor). Optimus then tapped his plate with his index finger in thought, "Perhaps Wheeljack could also get in. Since, from last I heard. He is still a mechanic at work and still deals with computers and repair."
Jazz popped his fingers with his right hand as he spoke, "I might be able to do it still-- However depending on how complex the system id, depends on how much help I need." Jazz said with a rather serious voice. He then let out a long sigh and rubbed the back of his neck. "Though the last time I did any form of hacking was back in the War..."
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