A cultural experiance. Part 2 (spelling? what spelling?)
oops, i forgot to post this here x3
part 1 -> http://zomgitsalaura.livejournal.com/49649.html#cutid1
Uhhhh, Ok. You convinced me. Have another chapter.
Once again, I have no-one to beta read this stuff so it's probably full of errors. Sorry xD
Time reference can be found in the first chapter :D
He was late, traffic on the main roadways heavily being congested as the second duty cycle of the joor ended and mechs clogged the transportation arteries making their way to and from their assigned posts. The shuttle had landed mere moments before the enforcer had pulled into the compound, the black and white mech having hoped to simply pick this 'Jazz' up straight away and take him to the quarters he had been assigned for the duration of his stay.
Carefully manoeuvring around the throng of mechs exiting the large inter-city class transport, winglets held high and close to his body to prevent collisions, Prowls scanned the crowd for his target. Not spotting the mech he was looking for as the group thinned out he trotted up the ramp and peered inside, frowning when he saw the mech he was looking for leaning over the console and chatting amicably with the view screen.
Upon seeing Prowls displeased face in the reflection of the screen, the enforcer's official marking quite visible on his shoulders, he gave the console a friendly pat. Turning from the digital representation of the mech whose alt mode he was currently standing in to grin at the chevroned mech who had come to collect him.
"Ah'm guessing you're th' welcoming committee then?" he strode forward, bringing one hand down onto Prowls shoulder in greeting once he reached the door and earning himself an affronted expression.
Taken aback by the visored mech forwardness, Prowl removed the hand from his shoulder guard with a shrug. "Yes, I am. My designation is Prowl, Enforcer level 4, assigned to the tactical response and investigation division."
"Jazz, nice t' meet ya" he replied, herding a rather stunned Prowl towards the ramp "C'mon, off. Poor mech has another two cities t' get too t'day."
Stumbling slightly as he was literally pushed out of the shuttle, doorwings shifted high and arching sideways away from the slightly smaller mechs hand on his back causing his balance to falter slightly, Prowl had to resist the urge to just toss the visored upper caste mech across the landing platform. Remembering the little note that his superior had left scrawled on the bottom of his orders, 'be nice', sure, it was easy enough to say that when one wasn't getting shoved around by a civilian.
Once far enough away from the shuttle, Jazz finally released Prowl. Still grinning widely as he peered around the view of Praxus the platform offered, he zoomed in on the western sectors that housed a large majority of the artisan caste. The skilled crafters of metals and glass who were the preferred creators of decorative additions to the noble caste alt modes and homes, living among the bases of crystal spires jutting from the depths of the planet. Their own dwellings often cut into the shining natural towers that inspired the design of the entire city.
The artificially created crystal towers that were scattered throughout the city were mostly populated by the science guild. Though they seemed to lack the lustre of the natural spires, the glittering towers were the main feature of the city, lending it the nickname of the 'crystal city'.
"Hey Prowl. Y' ever seen th' towers durin' their Prima day celebrations? They do this cool thin' where all th' houses are lit from th' inside with thousands 'f different coloured lanterns. Makes'em shine from th' inside out" he smiled a little wistfully, remembering his time being hosted within the beautiful structures.
"From a distance…" Prowl was a little floored by the visored mechs enthusiasm, he was a little odd to say the least "I'm based on the opposite end of the city which is, incidentally, where we need to go now."
Jazz hummed, shooting the spires one last look before turning and heading towards the road. Handing Prowl the necessary documents as the continued in root mode in the direction of the designated transformation zone at the very front of the landing hub.
"So, where'm ah stayin'?" he asked, watching Prowls doorwings out of the corner of his visor, fascinated at how they twitched in counterpoint to his emotions.
The sensory wings flicked outwards in frustration, Jazz smiling to himself in quiet amusement as they did so "I do not know yet" Prowl frowned "that is something that we need to organise back at the station."
Jazz raised an optic ridge under the visor, catching the subtle hostility from this mech but showing no visible sign of it. Perhaps he was just not comfortable with interacting outside his caste; it happened quite a lot in Jazz's experience.
"Uh, right, sounds like a plan." He shrugged, flipping down into his alt mode, the glowing red light-bars around his canopy flaring brightly as he talked. "Lead th' way officer. Or am ah going t' have to find my way aroun' m'self?"
Following suit, Prowl transformed and pulled out onto the road, sensors trained on the mech behind him as he navigated through the traffic. Opening his comms, Prowl directed the signal towards Jazz as they found themselves stuck in the pre-shift congestion /I am assuming that you will be housed in the enforcer barracks./
/Eh, works f' me. Easier t' watch you guys 'f ah'm close, y'know?/ Jazz replied, finally turning off into a side street and off the winding highway.
The going was boring, buildings and streets all more or less the same at ground level save for the occasional shop selling paint jobs or energon confections. That is, it WAS boring until the roar of over-modded engines and the squeal of tires as breaks were applied echoed down the street in the direction they were travelling.
Jazz broke out of his thoughts sharply and just managed to catch the sight of two heavily modified racing alt modes swiftly changing direction and heading down an alleyway. A second later, he was startled as the light bars adoring Prowls doors and roof lit up in a bright strobing pattern before the enforcer barked a quick 'stay here' and tore off after the speeding mechs. Siren wailing loud enough to raise Primus himself as Prowl zipped off down the alleyway.
Never one to pass up an opportunity to have some fun, Jazz more or less ignored the order and sped off as well. Taking another route in the general direction the threesome had headed.
Transforming swiftly to root mode, the two illegally modded mechs attempted to duck into another narrow alleyway, one of the yelping and impacting the ground with a clatter of metal against metal as a white and black blur tackled him from behind.
"You're under arrest for" Prowl panted, attempting to pull cooler air into his internal systems "illegal racing and evading the law." Snapping stasis cuffs onto the stunned criminal as he called for backup, lamenting the fact that this ones partner was swiftly making his escape as his friend lay incapacitated.
Shifting his grip on the pinned racer, Prowl hauled him to his pedes just as another resounding clang echoed from out on the street. Pushing his captive along, he was surprised upon exiting out onto the street to find none other than the mech he would be watching for a good majority of the next several orn practically perched on his escaped criminals back.
The latter squirming ineffectively as the visored mech dug a knee into his back, one of the racers arms pulled backwards in an immobilising position that both prevented him from transforming and throwing the grinning Jazz off.
"Hi Prowl, I think you were lookin' for this one?" Jazz blinked over his shoulder, grinding his knee a little harder into the squirming mechs back. "Y'know, a set of those cuffs'd be nice right abou' now."
Prowl huffed, turning up the cuff settings on his own captive to ensure he couldn't run away and set him against a nearby wall. "I thought I told you to stay put" he sighed in exasperation, this Jazz mech was already well on the way to giving him a nervous tick.
Pulling out a second set of cuffs and snapping them onto the still struggling racer pinned beneath the white mechs knee he flicked his sensory panels. Blinking sideways as several sets of strobing lights rounded the corner at the end of the street, heralding the arrival of the reinforcements he requested.
"Yeah, but it's mah job t' observe you guys" Jazz shrugged, rotation his shoulders and stretching his neck. "Not t' mention that tha' was pretty fun too" he grinned, offlining one side of his visor in a wink.
Groaning, Prowl brought a hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, currently convinced that this mech was either going to offline himself within the next few orn or kill Prowl trying.
Reviews are love; also, feel free to point out any glaringly obvious errors I may have missed.
part 1 -> http://zomgitsalaura.livejournal.com/49649.html#cutid1
Uhhhh, Ok. You convinced me. Have another chapter.
Once again, I have no-one to beta read this stuff so it's probably full of errors. Sorry xD
Time reference can be found in the first chapter :D
He was late, traffic on the main roadways heavily being congested as the second duty cycle of the joor ended and mechs clogged the transportation arteries making their way to and from their assigned posts. The shuttle had landed mere moments before the enforcer had pulled into the compound, the black and white mech having hoped to simply pick this 'Jazz' up straight away and take him to the quarters he had been assigned for the duration of his stay.
Carefully manoeuvring around the throng of mechs exiting the large inter-city class transport, winglets held high and close to his body to prevent collisions, Prowls scanned the crowd for his target. Not spotting the mech he was looking for as the group thinned out he trotted up the ramp and peered inside, frowning when he saw the mech he was looking for leaning over the console and chatting amicably with the view screen.
Upon seeing Prowls displeased face in the reflection of the screen, the enforcer's official marking quite visible on his shoulders, he gave the console a friendly pat. Turning from the digital representation of the mech whose alt mode he was currently standing in to grin at the chevroned mech who had come to collect him.
"Ah'm guessing you're th' welcoming committee then?" he strode forward, bringing one hand down onto Prowls shoulder in greeting once he reached the door and earning himself an affronted expression.
Taken aback by the visored mech forwardness, Prowl removed the hand from his shoulder guard with a shrug. "Yes, I am. My designation is Prowl, Enforcer level 4, assigned to the tactical response and investigation division."
"Jazz, nice t' meet ya" he replied, herding a rather stunned Prowl towards the ramp "C'mon, off. Poor mech has another two cities t' get too t'day."
Stumbling slightly as he was literally pushed out of the shuttle, doorwings shifted high and arching sideways away from the slightly smaller mechs hand on his back causing his balance to falter slightly, Prowl had to resist the urge to just toss the visored upper caste mech across the landing platform. Remembering the little note that his superior had left scrawled on the bottom of his orders, 'be nice', sure, it was easy enough to say that when one wasn't getting shoved around by a civilian.
Once far enough away from the shuttle, Jazz finally released Prowl. Still grinning widely as he peered around the view of Praxus the platform offered, he zoomed in on the western sectors that housed a large majority of the artisan caste. The skilled crafters of metals and glass who were the preferred creators of decorative additions to the noble caste alt modes and homes, living among the bases of crystal spires jutting from the depths of the planet. Their own dwellings often cut into the shining natural towers that inspired the design of the entire city.
The artificially created crystal towers that were scattered throughout the city were mostly populated by the science guild. Though they seemed to lack the lustre of the natural spires, the glittering towers were the main feature of the city, lending it the nickname of the 'crystal city'.
"Hey Prowl. Y' ever seen th' towers durin' their Prima day celebrations? They do this cool thin' where all th' houses are lit from th' inside with thousands 'f different coloured lanterns. Makes'em shine from th' inside out" he smiled a little wistfully, remembering his time being hosted within the beautiful structures.
"From a distance…" Prowl was a little floored by the visored mechs enthusiasm, he was a little odd to say the least "I'm based on the opposite end of the city which is, incidentally, where we need to go now."
Jazz hummed, shooting the spires one last look before turning and heading towards the road. Handing Prowl the necessary documents as the continued in root mode in the direction of the designated transformation zone at the very front of the landing hub.
"So, where'm ah stayin'?" he asked, watching Prowls doorwings out of the corner of his visor, fascinated at how they twitched in counterpoint to his emotions.
The sensory wings flicked outwards in frustration, Jazz smiling to himself in quiet amusement as they did so "I do not know yet" Prowl frowned "that is something that we need to organise back at the station."
Jazz raised an optic ridge under the visor, catching the subtle hostility from this mech but showing no visible sign of it. Perhaps he was just not comfortable with interacting outside his caste; it happened quite a lot in Jazz's experience.
"Uh, right, sounds like a plan." He shrugged, flipping down into his alt mode, the glowing red light-bars around his canopy flaring brightly as he talked. "Lead th' way officer. Or am ah going t' have to find my way aroun' m'self?"
Following suit, Prowl transformed and pulled out onto the road, sensors trained on the mech behind him as he navigated through the traffic. Opening his comms, Prowl directed the signal towards Jazz as they found themselves stuck in the pre-shift congestion /I am assuming that you will be housed in the enforcer barracks./
/Eh, works f' me. Easier t' watch you guys 'f ah'm close, y'know?/ Jazz replied, finally turning off into a side street and off the winding highway.
The going was boring, buildings and streets all more or less the same at ground level save for the occasional shop selling paint jobs or energon confections. That is, it WAS boring until the roar of over-modded engines and the squeal of tires as breaks were applied echoed down the street in the direction they were travelling.
Jazz broke out of his thoughts sharply and just managed to catch the sight of two heavily modified racing alt modes swiftly changing direction and heading down an alleyway. A second later, he was startled as the light bars adoring Prowls doors and roof lit up in a bright strobing pattern before the enforcer barked a quick 'stay here' and tore off after the speeding mechs. Siren wailing loud enough to raise Primus himself as Prowl zipped off down the alleyway.
Never one to pass up an opportunity to have some fun, Jazz more or less ignored the order and sped off as well. Taking another route in the general direction the threesome had headed.
Transforming swiftly to root mode, the two illegally modded mechs attempted to duck into another narrow alleyway, one of the yelping and impacting the ground with a clatter of metal against metal as a white and black blur tackled him from behind.
"You're under arrest for" Prowl panted, attempting to pull cooler air into his internal systems "illegal racing and evading the law." Snapping stasis cuffs onto the stunned criminal as he called for backup, lamenting the fact that this ones partner was swiftly making his escape as his friend lay incapacitated.
Shifting his grip on the pinned racer, Prowl hauled him to his pedes just as another resounding clang echoed from out on the street. Pushing his captive along, he was surprised upon exiting out onto the street to find none other than the mech he would be watching for a good majority of the next several orn practically perched on his escaped criminals back.
The latter squirming ineffectively as the visored mech dug a knee into his back, one of the racers arms pulled backwards in an immobilising position that both prevented him from transforming and throwing the grinning Jazz off.
"Hi Prowl, I think you were lookin' for this one?" Jazz blinked over his shoulder, grinding his knee a little harder into the squirming mechs back. "Y'know, a set of those cuffs'd be nice right abou' now."
Prowl huffed, turning up the cuff settings on his own captive to ensure he couldn't run away and set him against a nearby wall. "I thought I told you to stay put" he sighed in exasperation, this Jazz mech was already well on the way to giving him a nervous tick.
Pulling out a second set of cuffs and snapping them onto the still struggling racer pinned beneath the white mechs knee he flicked his sensory panels. Blinking sideways as several sets of strobing lights rounded the corner at the end of the street, heralding the arrival of the reinforcements he requested.
"Yeah, but it's mah job t' observe you guys" Jazz shrugged, rotation his shoulders and stretching his neck. "Not t' mention that tha' was pretty fun too" he grinned, offlining one side of his visor in a wink.
Groaning, Prowl brought a hand up to his face and pinched the bridge of his nose, currently convinced that this mech was either going to offline himself within the next few orn or kill Prowl trying.
Reviews are love; also, feel free to point out any glaringly obvious errors I may have missed.