I hate you, bunnies. I hate you with a burning passion.
Title: Transmission!
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing will make sense. Just ignore this.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz if you squint really hard and use a telescope.
Characters: Prowl.EXE, Jazz.EXE, human Prime. Mention of human Megatron, Starscream.EXE and random drone navis.
Summary: Jazz is bored and decides to drop a visit to the only navi that'll hear him out.
Notes: The plot bunny based on my picture assaulted me and didn't let me go. This is a crossover based on my Prowl and Jazz net navis picture, and probably won't make sense to anyone but me. Move along, move along.
An Operator is the human who owns/controls the net navi during a fight and supplies chips with battle modifications for the combats. Prime and Megatron are operators.
PET is the PDA/iPhone/iTouch love child I mentioned on my picture.
Inspired both by my picture and the song "Cross Fusion" in my For The Lulz playlist.
Jazz wandered around the cyberspace of the large mansion of his master and Operator, bored out of his mind. The upbeat AI, or Net Navigator as they were called, hummed a tune, looking around the virtual simulation that constituted their world. Walls that resembled in a rather computerized manner the walls found on the mansion.
He greeted any navi that passed his way, but since they were drone types, the navis ignored him in order to continue with their pre-programmed duties. Jazz mimicked the human action of sighing, shaking his head as he let his feet drag him around with no apparent destination.
He was a little upset even as he tried not to be. His operator seeming to have forgotten all about him lately, and although Jazz could understand Lord Prime had good reasons for his behavior and constant absences, the navi still resented the abandon. It wasn't that Jazz craved the attention undivided of his Operator, but as a personalized navi assistant, he needed things to do, tasks to keep him occupied. He was right there to let Prime know he received an e-mail, or organize his files. The occasional battling to delete virus, play music for him, or run errands.
Lately, however, after a rather unpleasant fall out with his brother, Lord Megatron, Lord Prime had been absent, he was away from home often and didn't bother to take Jazz's PET Device with him, taking instead a secondary PET with a generic navi. Sometimes Jazz wondered if he had done something to upset his Operator, but whenever he caught Prime long enough to ask, the human insisted Jazz had done nothing wrong with a kind smile before disappearing again for hours.
Jazz crossed his arms behind his head, looking around some more to try to identify where he was now.
"You are not allowed here, Jazz."
The visored navi jumped a little, startled, and looked ahead to see what looked like the door of a vault and a navi, black and white as himself, standing next to it like a guard. "Prowl!" Jazz ignored the warning and rushed towards the other navi, the only other that was neither a drone or a generic, personality-less navi in the large household.
Prowl shook his head at his warning going unheard. "Jazz, this sector if off limits, you aren't allowed here," he repeated.
"I'm sorry, I was jus' too bored and kinda wandered here without noticin'." Jazz smiled sheepishly.
"Well then, turn around and leave. You're not supposed to be here." Prowl frowned a little, watching Jazz's little door wings droop. "Jazz, I'm serious."
"C'mon, Prowl! I'm bored outta my mind, there's no one to talk to, an' Lord Prime ain't anywhere t'be found. Yer the only company I have."
Prowl let out a long suffering sigh, he knew Lord Prime was going to give him a dressing down but he couldn't find it in himself to turn down the other navi. "Only for a little while. You have to plug out before Lord Prime gets home."
Jazz smiled and moved closer to his friend, looking up at the very large door of the digital vault. "What's in there?"
"That's classified." Prowl raised a hand to silence any further questions from his friend about the contents of the vault. "Prime's orders."
Jazz nodded, supposing it had to be one of those new programs his Operator kept sealed within a vault in the cyberspace of his mansion. "I wish I knew why Prime doesn't want me 'round lately. S'like he doesn't like me anymore."
Prowl's head tilted a little in apparent confusion. "Nonsense. Lord Prime adores you, Jazz."
"Right, that's why you've got more upgrades than I have in the past few months." Jazz couldn't help the bitterness slipping into his words.
Prowl sighed again. "Jazz, my upgrades are no for fun, or just because it hit Lord Prime's fancy to upgrade me first."
"What'd he get you this time?" Jazz asked, ignoring the other's words.
"Jazz." Prowl warned.
"C'mon, spill it."
Prowl fought back an annoyed grunt and replied. "Upgraded the range of my Satellite Ray."
"Not bad. I wish he'd upgrade me into an independent battle mode like you. With him gone so much these days, if I run into a virus too strong for my basic attack Imma be deleted." Jazz didn't want to sound like a whinning navi, but he wasn't sure what to think of his Operator's absence, he was almost afraid he'd suffer Prowl's fate or even worse.
"Jazz, you know Lord Prime would never let anything happen to you. Besides, I have a direct link to your location through the tracking program we share, if you need assistance you know I'll come to help you."
Jazz frowned behind his visor. "That ain't it, Prowl. I don't want to depend on ya t'save my behind when Prime's not around to download some chips for me."
"Jazz," Prowl murmured softly, in a tone he knew would get him the other navi's undivided attention.
"I'm jus'... I'm afraid Prime will do t'me what Megatron did with ya, replacin' you with Starscream." Jazz crossed his arms, his bottom lip jutting out a little in an unhappy pout. "He just left ya there t'rot in yer PET, at least Prime had the good sense of havin' ya upgraded so ya wouldn't need an Operator."
Prowl took a few steps towards his friend, placing a white hand on a black shoulder. "Jazz, Lord Prime would never do that to you. He took me in, but only upgraded me because he couldn't keep up battling with two navis. You, Jazz, you are his personal navi, have been so for years, and he rather enjoys battling with you."
Jazz looked at the other's hand on his shoulder then looked up to his face, speaking with an uncharacteristic low voice. "You were Megatron's navi longer than I've been Prime's, an' he still replaced ya."
Prowl frowned, bringing his other hand to his friend's helm, stroking a horn gently. "They aren't the same person, Jazz. I stopped fitting Lord Megatron's needs, he though Starscream suited him better. I can't say I find myself bothered, I rather like to belong to Lord Prime instead."
"Then why is he leavin' me behind so much these days?" Jazz leaned lightly into the comforting hand stroking his horn.
Prowl smiled a little. "Because Lord Prime has been attending to some... risky business lately and is concerned about your safety, he's bringing along generic navis instead. He wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
"How would ya know that?" Jazz addressed a questioning glance at Prowl, bringing a hand up to rest against Prowl's still stroking his horn.
Prowl's smile widened just a little. "Because he told me that the first time he left you behind, and he asks me to take care of you every time he's gone." Prowl's other hand trailed from Jazz's shoulder to his chest, poking right in between the panel adorned with racing stripes "You're special, Jazz, there's something unique about you, and Lord Prime entrusts me to protect it."
"I thought ya were the one with an Ultimate Program." Jazz frowned, looking at the finger poking his chest.
"It's not an Ultimate Program what makes you special for Lord Prime, Jazz." The other black and white navi moved away a little. "However, you also possess an Ultimate Program, like myself."
"Why Prime wouldn't tell me these things?" Jazz scratched his head, suspecting Prowl knew a lot more than he was willing to share.
"Sometimes the best way to protect those you love, is to keep things from them." Prowl shrugged, but jumped a little when a beeping sound boomed across the expanse of the virtual room they were in. Prowl pressed a hand against what seemed to be nothing but air, sliding his hand to one side, opening a window, displaying direct live video of the real world. "Yes, Lord Prime?"
"Prowl, I'll be arriving in about thirty minutes. How is everything back at home?"
Prowl glanced at Jazz over his shoulder, making sure the other navi wasn't within the visual range of the screen. "Everything's fine, sir. No incidents thus far."
"Excellent. I'll have the data within the vault transferred to a disc when I get home. You'll be able to leave your post then. I'm sure you can do with some time in your own PET for recharge."
"Understood, sir. Have a safe trip." Prowl pressed a finger against an x on the edge of the window, closing it. "Lord Prime will be back home soon, Jazz. You better plug out."
"Thanks fer puttin' up with me, Prowl." Jazz nodded smiling a little. "Hey, when you're relieved from your post, want t'drop by my PET to play chess?"
"You're welcome." Prowl returned the smile with a little smile of his own. "That would be nice, Jazz. I'd love to."
"All right, then! See ya later, Prowl!" Jazz waved before his visage froze and pixelated, dissolving into the words 'Log Out' as his data was transferred back to his PET.
Prowl watched his friend plug out of the mansion's cyberspace and frowned deeply. He knew he had planted the seeds of curiosity in the other navi, and that would drive Jazz to try to find out what was that something that made him special. However, Prowl knew sooner or later Lord Prime would have to be honest with Jazz and reveal the truth behind his origins as a DNA-based navi, created with the samples of Prime's deceased son. He only hoped Jazz's reaction would not be unfavorable.
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For whoever read this far, the last part is directly playing homage to the series in question. To make things short, the main heroes of the series are a ten years old boy and his net navi who looks about the same physical age. The boy's father is a renowned scientist in the navi/Internet field, and ten years prior he and his wife had a pair of twins, one of the twins died at a young age, and the scientist created the navi Rockman.EXE based on the DNA of his deceased son.
Scientific complications and plausibility aside, in the series the navi's soul is definitely that of the deceased twin. So, in this piece of weirdness of mine, Jazz is a homage to the navi hero, being created from the DNA of the Prime's deceased boy, therefor his son 'resurrected' as a navi.
An Ultimate Program is something along the lines of an specific, unique code in a navi that lends it special characteristics so supposedly only a few navis possess an Ultimate Program.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Nothing will make sense. Just ignore this.
Pairings: Prowl x Jazz if you squint really hard and use a telescope.
Characters: Prowl.EXE, Jazz.EXE, human Prime. Mention of human Megatron, Starscream.EXE and random drone navis.
Summary: Jazz is bored and decides to drop a visit to the only navi that'll hear him out.
Notes: The plot bunny based on my picture assaulted me and didn't let me go. This is a crossover based on my Prowl and Jazz net navis picture, and probably won't make sense to anyone but me. Move along, move along.
An Operator is the human who owns/controls the net navi during a fight and supplies chips with battle modifications for the combats. Prime and Megatron are operators.
PET is the PDA/iPhone/iTouch love child I mentioned on my picture.
Inspired both by my picture and the song "Cross Fusion" in my For The Lulz playlist.
Jazz wandered around the cyberspace of the large mansion of his master and Operator, bored out of his mind. The upbeat AI, or Net Navigator as they were called, hummed a tune, looking around the virtual simulation that constituted their world. Walls that resembled in a rather computerized manner the walls found on the mansion.
He greeted any navi that passed his way, but since they were drone types, the navis ignored him in order to continue with their pre-programmed duties. Jazz mimicked the human action of sighing, shaking his head as he let his feet drag him around with no apparent destination.
He was a little upset even as he tried not to be. His operator seeming to have forgotten all about him lately, and although Jazz could understand Lord Prime had good reasons for his behavior and constant absences, the navi still resented the abandon. It wasn't that Jazz craved the attention undivided of his Operator, but as a personalized navi assistant, he needed things to do, tasks to keep him occupied. He was right there to let Prime know he received an e-mail, or organize his files. The occasional battling to delete virus, play music for him, or run errands.
Lately, however, after a rather unpleasant fall out with his brother, Lord Megatron, Lord Prime had been absent, he was away from home often and didn't bother to take Jazz's PET Device with him, taking instead a secondary PET with a generic navi. Sometimes Jazz wondered if he had done something to upset his Operator, but whenever he caught Prime long enough to ask, the human insisted Jazz had done nothing wrong with a kind smile before disappearing again for hours.
Jazz crossed his arms behind his head, looking around some more to try to identify where he was now.
"You are not allowed here, Jazz."
The visored navi jumped a little, startled, and looked ahead to see what looked like the door of a vault and a navi, black and white as himself, standing next to it like a guard. "Prowl!" Jazz ignored the warning and rushed towards the other navi, the only other that was neither a drone or a generic, personality-less navi in the large household.
Prowl shook his head at his warning going unheard. "Jazz, this sector if off limits, you aren't allowed here," he repeated.
"I'm sorry, I was jus' too bored and kinda wandered here without noticin'." Jazz smiled sheepishly.
"Well then, turn around and leave. You're not supposed to be here." Prowl frowned a little, watching Jazz's little door wings droop. "Jazz, I'm serious."
"C'mon, Prowl! I'm bored outta my mind, there's no one to talk to, an' Lord Prime ain't anywhere t'be found. Yer the only company I have."
Prowl let out a long suffering sigh, he knew Lord Prime was going to give him a dressing down but he couldn't find it in himself to turn down the other navi. "Only for a little while. You have to plug out before Lord Prime gets home."
Jazz smiled and moved closer to his friend, looking up at the very large door of the digital vault. "What's in there?"
"That's classified." Prowl raised a hand to silence any further questions from his friend about the contents of the vault. "Prime's orders."
Jazz nodded, supposing it had to be one of those new programs his Operator kept sealed within a vault in the cyberspace of his mansion. "I wish I knew why Prime doesn't want me 'round lately. S'like he doesn't like me anymore."
Prowl's head tilted a little in apparent confusion. "Nonsense. Lord Prime adores you, Jazz."
"Right, that's why you've got more upgrades than I have in the past few months." Jazz couldn't help the bitterness slipping into his words.
Prowl sighed again. "Jazz, my upgrades are no for fun, or just because it hit Lord Prime's fancy to upgrade me first."
"What'd he get you this time?" Jazz asked, ignoring the other's words.
"Jazz." Prowl warned.
"C'mon, spill it."
Prowl fought back an annoyed grunt and replied. "Upgraded the range of my Satellite Ray."
"Not bad. I wish he'd upgrade me into an independent battle mode like you. With him gone so much these days, if I run into a virus too strong for my basic attack Imma be deleted." Jazz didn't want to sound like a whinning navi, but he wasn't sure what to think of his Operator's absence, he was almost afraid he'd suffer Prowl's fate or even worse.
"Jazz, you know Lord Prime would never let anything happen to you. Besides, I have a direct link to your location through the tracking program we share, if you need assistance you know I'll come to help you."
Jazz frowned behind his visor. "That ain't it, Prowl. I don't want to depend on ya t'save my behind when Prime's not around to download some chips for me."
"Jazz," Prowl murmured softly, in a tone he knew would get him the other navi's undivided attention.
"I'm jus'... I'm afraid Prime will do t'me what Megatron did with ya, replacin' you with Starscream." Jazz crossed his arms, his bottom lip jutting out a little in an unhappy pout. "He just left ya there t'rot in yer PET, at least Prime had the good sense of havin' ya upgraded so ya wouldn't need an Operator."
Prowl took a few steps towards his friend, placing a white hand on a black shoulder. "Jazz, Lord Prime would never do that to you. He took me in, but only upgraded me because he couldn't keep up battling with two navis. You, Jazz, you are his personal navi, have been so for years, and he rather enjoys battling with you."
Jazz looked at the other's hand on his shoulder then looked up to his face, speaking with an uncharacteristic low voice. "You were Megatron's navi longer than I've been Prime's, an' he still replaced ya."
Prowl frowned, bringing his other hand to his friend's helm, stroking a horn gently. "They aren't the same person, Jazz. I stopped fitting Lord Megatron's needs, he though Starscream suited him better. I can't say I find myself bothered, I rather like to belong to Lord Prime instead."
"Then why is he leavin' me behind so much these days?" Jazz leaned lightly into the comforting hand stroking his horn.
Prowl smiled a little. "Because Lord Prime has been attending to some... risky business lately and is concerned about your safety, he's bringing along generic navis instead. He wouldn't want anything to happen to you."
"How would ya know that?" Jazz addressed a questioning glance at Prowl, bringing a hand up to rest against Prowl's still stroking his horn.
Prowl's smile widened just a little. "Because he told me that the first time he left you behind, and he asks me to take care of you every time he's gone." Prowl's other hand trailed from Jazz's shoulder to his chest, poking right in between the panel adorned with racing stripes "You're special, Jazz, there's something unique about you, and Lord Prime entrusts me to protect it."
"I thought ya were the one with an Ultimate Program." Jazz frowned, looking at the finger poking his chest.
"It's not an Ultimate Program what makes you special for Lord Prime, Jazz." The other black and white navi moved away a little. "However, you also possess an Ultimate Program, like myself."
"Why Prime wouldn't tell me these things?" Jazz scratched his head, suspecting Prowl knew a lot more than he was willing to share.
"Sometimes the best way to protect those you love, is to keep things from them." Prowl shrugged, but jumped a little when a beeping sound boomed across the expanse of the virtual room they were in. Prowl pressed a hand against what seemed to be nothing but air, sliding his hand to one side, opening a window, displaying direct live video of the real world. "Yes, Lord Prime?"
"Prowl, I'll be arriving in about thirty minutes. How is everything back at home?"
Prowl glanced at Jazz over his shoulder, making sure the other navi wasn't within the visual range of the screen. "Everything's fine, sir. No incidents thus far."
"Excellent. I'll have the data within the vault transferred to a disc when I get home. You'll be able to leave your post then. I'm sure you can do with some time in your own PET for recharge."
"Understood, sir. Have a safe trip." Prowl pressed a finger against an x on the edge of the window, closing it. "Lord Prime will be back home soon, Jazz. You better plug out."
"Thanks fer puttin' up with me, Prowl." Jazz nodded smiling a little. "Hey, when you're relieved from your post, want t'drop by my PET to play chess?"
"You're welcome." Prowl returned the smile with a little smile of his own. "That would be nice, Jazz. I'd love to."
"All right, then! See ya later, Prowl!" Jazz waved before his visage froze and pixelated, dissolving into the words 'Log Out' as his data was transferred back to his PET.
Prowl watched his friend plug out of the mansion's cyberspace and frowned deeply. He knew he had planted the seeds of curiosity in the other navi, and that would drive Jazz to try to find out what was that something that made him special. However, Prowl knew sooner or later Lord Prime would have to be honest with Jazz and reveal the truth behind his origins as a DNA-based navi, created with the samples of Prime's deceased son. He only hoped Jazz's reaction would not be unfavorable.
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For whoever read this far, the last part is directly playing homage to the series in question. To make things short, the main heroes of the series are a ten years old boy and his net navi who looks about the same physical age. The boy's father is a renowned scientist in the navi/Internet field, and ten years prior he and his wife had a pair of twins, one of the twins died at a young age, and the scientist created the navi Rockman.EXE based on the DNA of his deceased son.
Scientific complications and plausibility aside, in the series the navi's soul is definitely that of the deceased twin. So, in this piece of weirdness of mine, Jazz is a homage to the navi hero, being created from the DNA of the Prime's deceased boy, therefor his son 'resurrected' as a navi.
An Ultimate Program is something along the lines of an specific, unique code in a navi that lends it special characteristics so supposedly only a few navis possess an Ultimate Program.