Something's missing

[slag_megs]

Something large and metallic hits the floor and skids, coming to rest against a wall, where it proceeds to leak various fluids in a large puddle. It's a robot... or half a robot

Comments

[dajazzmech]

"Hey man," Here is another Jazz kneeling next to his counterpart. "Megatron did a number on ya. Hang in there till Ratchet can get here."

As he says this he's already calling his Ratchet over his com link. HOpefully he's not off screwing around with Dev.

[random_xtras]

Actually, he's messing around over in Blue's bar, showing off George's tricks.

//Who broke what now?// He sighs and leans his elbow on the table as the dog wags up at him.

[dajazzmech]

//There's another me here. And he just finished up with Megatron it looks like.// Jazz is very calm, but that'll last only so long.

[random_xtras]

Ratchet's energon is suddenly not sitting very well as he flashes to the stories he's heard here in the Nexus. //How many pieces is he in?//

Even as he talks he's grabbing George so that he can go home and grab his tools and some spare parts.

[baddudicus]

Brawl cocks his gun.

"Look! Autoslag ta finish slaggin'!"

[slag_megs]

"Go... *****... your...self."

[tf_atalanta]

...Just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it? Primus.

Ata stands, and places herself between Jazz and Brawl. "Gonna have to get by me first, you Decepticon scrap-pile."

Since she's right beside Jazz, she's not gonna let some 'Con finish him.

[shockslave]

It looks sort of like the Jazz that Shockwave had words with earlier, but he can tell it's different. Mainly because of the lack of legs. And, in spite of the insignia on his arms and the fact that he's held something of a mini feud with Jazz in his reality... there's a part of him that just feels bad about this.

"Primus..." He stares a moment longer. "How are you not in stasis lock...?"

[slag_megs]

It takes him a little while to remember how to answer, and when he does it's not the most intelligent reply he's ever made.

"Slagged... slagged... if... I... know."

It's close, though.

[tf_atalanta]

Oh, this is not slagging good. She's quick to rush to his side, wondering what she can do... well, other than try to contact any medics that may be around.

"Hang in there, we'll get help," she says.

[slag_megs]

Despite the increasing difficulty of thinking Jazz manages a smile. "Pretty... lady."

[tf_atalanta]

...It's a Jazz, alright. "Heck of a time to try and flirt," she comments.

[slag_megs]

"Might...." He fades out for a moment, then stirs slightly and groans. "Might not get... 'nother... chance."

And the puddle around him widens.

[overdrivegl]

Overdrive rockets over towards the fallen Jazz with a streak of green energy flowing behind him. When he gets closer he shifts to robot form and skids to a stop nearby. "Oh by the Pit that doesnt look good at all. Jazz? Sir?"

[slag_megs]

The sound startles him and his optics unshutter. "...Huh?"

[overdrivegl]

"Sir. I might be able to stop your systems from going into stasis. I cant do much more though. Your from a different type of universe."

[slag_megs]

His optics close again. "...Sure."