Transformers Drabble 2
The next in the drabbles I'm writing from the TFGenerator. This one might get longer if I can pin down Simmons long enough. He's a slippery little sh!t.
Simmons/Jazz/Unworthy
A Giant, Alien Robot.
A Giant, World-Saving, Alien Robot.
A Giant, World-Saving, Resurrected, Alien Robot.
Reggie didn’t think his ego would survive. It was bad enough that he had let superstition take hold when they had first encountered the Autobots. Torturing the yellow one -Bumblebee (and really who named themselves Bumblebee?)- had been a really big mistake, one that had almost cost him his job. Only years of service and the fact that he had participated in the Mission City Fiasco had saved him. It was understandable that when he had been transferred to Tranquility with HAR (Human Autobot Relations) that he be assigned an ‘escort’. He just didn’t see why it had to be the one who had died. Jazz was not only Bumblebee’s best friend, Prime’s trusted lieutenant, Ironhide’s companion, and Ratchet’s patient but someone who had DIED for his cause.
It was true that personality wise, they fit rather well. He was volatile, rule bound, trigger happy, and had just enough ego to be annoying. Jazz was laid back, adaptable, diplomatic, and could pierce an ego in a second. He saw the big picture and had degrees in law enforcement and sociology. Jazz was detail oriented and, despite the internet, didn’t always understand humans and how they worked. It helped that they shared a love of old movies and older music. Jazz was willing to listen to him babble on about some quirk or the other he had noticed and how it effected the population. He could answer most questions about behavior and human interaction.
That still didn’t mean that at times he would look at Jazz and wonder why this being even bothered with him. Jazz had died for the Earth. By rights one of the soldiers or the girl should have Jazz as a companion, an ‘escort’. He still hadn’t figured out if someone up there loved him or hated him. His ego wouldn’t survive and he thought that might be the point.
Simmons/Jazz/Unworthy
A Giant, Alien Robot.
A Giant, World-Saving, Alien Robot.
A Giant, World-Saving, Resurrected, Alien Robot.
Reggie didn’t think his ego would survive. It was bad enough that he had let superstition take hold when they had first encountered the Autobots. Torturing the yellow one -Bumblebee (and really who named themselves Bumblebee?)- had been a really big mistake, one that had almost cost him his job. Only years of service and the fact that he had participated in the Mission City Fiasco had saved him. It was understandable that when he had been transferred to Tranquility with HAR (Human Autobot Relations) that he be assigned an ‘escort’. He just didn’t see why it had to be the one who had died. Jazz was not only Bumblebee’s best friend, Prime’s trusted lieutenant, Ironhide’s companion, and Ratchet’s patient but someone who had DIED for his cause.
It was true that personality wise, they fit rather well. He was volatile, rule bound, trigger happy, and had just enough ego to be annoying. Jazz was laid back, adaptable, diplomatic, and could pierce an ego in a second. He saw the big picture and had degrees in law enforcement and sociology. Jazz was detail oriented and, despite the internet, didn’t always understand humans and how they worked. It helped that they shared a love of old movies and older music. Jazz was willing to listen to him babble on about some quirk or the other he had noticed and how it effected the population. He could answer most questions about behavior and human interaction.
That still didn’t mean that at times he would look at Jazz and wonder why this being even bothered with him. Jazz had died for the Earth. By rights one of the soldiers or the girl should have Jazz as a companion, an ‘escort’. He still hadn’t figured out if someone up there loved him or hated him. His ego wouldn’t survive and he thought that might be the point.