[TF] A Turmoil of Trust
Aug. 15th, 2022 11:19 amTitle: A Turmoil of Trust
Universe: The Prime’s Consorts, Consortium
Rated: M
Characters: Jazz/Soundwave, Ravage
Description: Some things are instinct, and Proteus’ voice in Jazz’s audial sends a cascade of conflict through his spark.
Jazz doesn’t worry.
It’s not in his nature to worry. He doesn’t fret or get anxious. He’s a go with the flow sort of mech. He’s adaptability personified.
He doesn’t worry.
So what, then, is this feeling gnawing at his insides? Twisting and churning and tying him into knots?
He’d known Proteus would contact him. It was inevitable. It was why he’d finally grown the necessary struts and approached Optimus about the little tiny problem of his obedience coding. Optimus was getting ready to launch his first attack against the foundation of the institution, to make them realize he wasn’t here to demur to their antiquated ideas. Jazz couldn’t be a liability. So he’d addressed the problem.
Proteus’ ID code popping up in his comm queue still manages to catch Jazz by surprise. It makes a quiet trill of disquiet surge through Jazz’s lines. In two weeks, they’ll be in Polyhex for Optimus to address the Assembly. Proteus wants more than a status report, the likes of which Jazz has been dutifully sending since the coding was removed, all carefully falsified with Ultra Magnus and Prowl’s advice.
Proteus wants a face-to-face meeting, and Jazz is obligated to attend. His former master will not accept excuses. Jazz should be more than capable of sneaking away, and the implied punishment makes an echo of dread radiate through Jazz’s spark.
The message ends, and Jazz finds himself in the estate’s labyrinthine air vents.
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Universe: The Prime’s Consorts, Consortium
Rated: M
Characters: Jazz/Soundwave, Ravage
Description: Some things are instinct, and Proteus’ voice in Jazz’s audial sends a cascade of conflict through his spark.
Jazz doesn’t worry.
It’s not in his nature to worry. He doesn’t fret or get anxious. He’s a go with the flow sort of mech. He’s adaptability personified.
He doesn’t worry.
So what, then, is this feeling gnawing at his insides? Twisting and churning and tying him into knots?
He’d known Proteus would contact him. It was inevitable. It was why he’d finally grown the necessary struts and approached Optimus about the little tiny problem of his obedience coding. Optimus was getting ready to launch his first attack against the foundation of the institution, to make them realize he wasn’t here to demur to their antiquated ideas. Jazz couldn’t be a liability. So he’d addressed the problem.
Proteus’ ID code popping up in his comm queue still manages to catch Jazz by surprise. It makes a quiet trill of disquiet surge through Jazz’s lines. In two weeks, they’ll be in Polyhex for Optimus to address the Assembly. Proteus wants more than a status report, the likes of which Jazz has been dutifully sending since the coding was removed, all carefully falsified with Ultra Magnus and Prowl’s advice.
Proteus wants a face-to-face meeting, and Jazz is obligated to attend. His former master will not accept excuses. Jazz should be more than capable of sneaking away, and the implied punishment makes an echo of dread radiate through Jazz’s spark.
The message ends, and Jazz finds himself in the estate’s labyrinthine air vents.
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