Marco!

[o0blueandgold0o]

WHO:Jetstorm, OPEN
WHAT: Jettwin is TIRED of all the lines and wants his brother, so is flying all over to try and find the missing twin.
WHERE: Zone 3, working his way further down.
WHEN: Today
WARNINGS/NOTES: Unhappy twin. Reckless flying. DANG KIDS.

Comments

Alriiiight, lets get this jetlet back on the road...air. Thing. :|9

[okiefordokey]

It had started like a normal day.

...A 'normal' day in the Nexus, being a generally bland, miserable thing. Ironhide and the others were around, of course, and they kept him going. But it was never the same.

Everything was just kind of...grayed out. Dull. The months since Jetstorm's departure had worn the edges off the worst of his grief; it was less sharp and painful, but still there. He was getting past it, though. Moving on. He could so survive this-

Then, hours before, that void where the twin link between their sparks had been lit up; suddenly enough it was as though someone had simply flipped a switch.

Despite the thought that it couldn't possibly be true, he plummeted down three levels through the air before regaining control of his thrusters. Processor still reeling in shock, it had taken him some time to start cautiously pinging for his brother. The idea of not getting a reply was more terrifying than the idea of ignoring the sudden connection

[okiefordokey]

Reluctantly, Jetfire pulled away, though not before reaching down and grabbing for his brother's hand and giving him a tentative smile.

"Yes! Come on, it is being this way!"

Then he dove down toward the lower levels, intent on getting his suddenly-returned twin someplace safer, even if he had to drag him there himself.

[o0blueandgold0o]

The blue mech grinned brightly at his brother to try and reassure him, giving his hand a squeeze when they finally separated.

"I will be following you, Brother!"

He followed along willingly enough, unwilling to leave his brother on his own in the strange city.

[okiefordokey]

Jetfire kept as close as he could, going so far as to occasionally bump frames throughout the flight, reassuring himself of his brother's continued existence. It wasn't like he could cause his twin to spin out of control or anything - they flew as one more often than not, and literally at that.

He wouldn't have minded forming Safeguard, either. It would have been a reassurance after the long absence, but the apparent memory loss left him wary. They needed help, and the idea of syncing with his brother only to find a empty void where shared memory should be...it terrified him.

So after a short flight, Jetfire led the way down through the levels to the apartment in zone five, zooming right on through a window left conveniently open for small jets, motioning his twin in after him quickly.

"Ironbot! Mister Jazz sir! Everyone! He is being back! Brother is here!"

[o0blueandgold0o]

Jetstorm didn't mind the little bumps in the least, especially seeing as he was nudging back at his twin as they flew just as much. He couldn't help it. The relief that his brother was there, that he hadn't been dragged to this strange place alone was overwhelming.

When they finally reached the apartment, he followed Jetfire in willingly, looking around in curiosity, though his brother's calling drew his attention.

"Mister Jazz sir is being here too, Brother?"

[show_my_cannons]

If the old warrior didn't respond right away, he had a reason for it. A perfectly good reason. Anyone would understand. Honestly. They would.

He'd nodded off.

Which, when just looked at on its own, wasn't exactly a valid reason for not hearing the little jet's voice, in Ironhide's case it was practically a miracle. He'd dropped onto his berth in the quarters he shared with the silver lieutenant, intending to work on getting something dented out of one elbow joint. And then promptly passed out.

He hadn't been out more than a few minutes before Jetfire's consistent calling pulled him out of it. With a disgruntled sort of huff, he shoved himself into a sitting position, noting with disdain the little bit of shrapnel was still wedged in where it shouldn't be.

"In here," he called, and promptly yanked the offending metal from his joint. "Quarters."

[okiefordokey]

"A 'alternate universe' Mister Jazz is being here, yes. He is not the same, but he is still good," he said, reaching down to grab Jetstorm's hand to drag him through the apartment at Ironhide's call. Then he practically threw himself at the old 'bot's door, barreling inside, and managed to give him a smile for the first time in months, gesturing wildly at the blue twin.

"Ironbot! Look!"

[o0blueandgold0o]

If Jetstorm hadn't met Wheeljack earlier, he would worry that his brother had developed a glitch. As it was, he just nodded, with a grin.

"Mister Jazz is always being good. It is being no surprise that any other of him would be good too!" He agreed in a cheerful tone. When his brother took his hand the blue twin followed him gladly, though he was curious who the gruff voice calling belonged to. Keeping Jetfire's hand in his when they entered the room, he peered at the strange black mech occupying the room. There was no sign of recognition in him, but Jetstorm certainly looked curious enough, studying Ironhide and wondering at all the jutting armor.

[show_my_cannons]

He was used to Jetfire bouncing around, and rebounding into rooms. So much so that he barely looked up as the little orange form flitted inside. He was scowling at the shrapnel, before he decided it was safe enough to toss aside.

"What is it you found?"

And he looked up.

His good optic went very wide, his big, heavy frame suddenly freezing in place, while it felt like someone was, suddenly, tightening an iron bar around his spark. His chest... ached. And his hand reached up, grasping for the armor there, out of unconscious reflex. When he managed to speak, his voice was very small, laced with static.

"Jetstorm."

[okiefordokey]

Jetfire nodded, some of his excitement mellowing back out at Ironhide's reaction.

"Yes, but... but he is saying he is forgetting being here before. I am thinking maybe Decepticons are getting to him again, before I am finding him?" He suggested grimly even as he gave Jetstorm a gentle tug, pulling him closer to meet the giant 'bot.

"This is being Ironbot. Ironhide. He is always being here with us."

[o0blueandgold0o]

Jetstorm wasn't sure what to make of the situation at all. Ironhide's reaction made it quite plain that he'd definitely been here before, had been for some time. The idea that he would forget something like this however? It wasn't a soothing thought at all. And his twin's suggestion of Decepticon meddling wasn't much better. He all but started at the idea, turning his gaze towards his brother, nervous and confused.

When his twin pulled him closer he came along willingly, studying the dark mech and trying to jog some memory or familiarity if he could.

"...Why is your armor being stuck out all over?" He gestured with his free hand as if to demonstrate, moving it from his shoulder out a bit in a short shift. He probably could have said hello. Or a million more appropriate things. But he was more than a little unsettled, so the dark Autobot got the first question to hit Jetstorm's thoughts.

[show_my_cannons]

He didn't know what to say. All Spark, he didn't know what to do. Jazz should be here. The little lieutenant would know exactly what to say, or how to act. Ironhide... just sat there, staring, his hand clutching his armor until it creaked under the strain.

It occurred to him, after too much time had passed, that they were asking him questions. He shook his head, passed his free hand over his face.

Hold together. Someone has to.

"Transtechs," he told Jetfire, before he really thought about it. "Their... they do these things. They have the ability."

He turned his good optic to Jetstorm, trying to work out what to say, and failing miserably. The big Autobot had never been good with words to begin with. And now...

"Just... how I was made..." he said, finally, and lamely, averting his gaze.

[okiefordokey]

"He is being from 'tyran' universe, brother, like the mister Jazz sir here is being from. They are all looking spiky and strange."

He stepped forward to reach up and rest a hand on a scarred forearm, frowning in concern. Ironhide looked to be taking this as hard as he was. Jetfire hadn't thought of that...

"...Transtechs can be doing this too, yes. Should we be finding a medicbot?"

[o0blueandgold0o]

"So... they are all being spiky there? Not just the Decepticons?"

While he didn't touch Ironhide at the moment, he stuck close to his brother, watching the older mech with worry as he was noticing how badly he was taking this. Looking askance to his brother, Jetstorm looked thoughtful at his question.

"I... am not feeling any different... but I am guessing that I would not be knowing if something is playing with memory files..." He didn't like the idea at all. Someone rooting around in his processor without his permission, altering things... it really did creep him out, if the way he was almost plastered to his twin's side was any hint.

[show_my_cannons]

Had he been the sort of 'Bot to be self-conscious about appearances, he would have run a hand over his helm, and the fairly conspicuous spikes there. If they thought he had an odd construction... Jazz's frame was going to give them a processor-ache.

Which was a somewhat distracting thought, in the face of whatever was happening here. He pulled air through his intakes, slowly, to steady himself. His good optic shuttered, then focused, flicking down to the little hand on his armor.

"It happens," he told them, keeping his gaze on Jetfire. Somehow, that was easier. "When... a 'Bot is deported. Or human. They are brought from another time. Same 'Bot, same human... different time."

He shrugged, and looked away. "Makes the memories... leave you."

[okiefordokey]

He gave the armor a reassuring pat, nearly smiling at the mostly forgotten idea of 'spiky = Decepticon'. "Even them. But I am not thinking Ironbot is looking like a Decepticon."

Not any more, at least.

He jerked at Ironhide's words though, staring up at him in shock.

"Different time? But...that is not making sense! He is feeling the same! And..."

And he wouldn't have actually been here before if so.