April Challenge 2010 response
*Jazz might be in stasis, but the prompt still pings off his systems, repeatedly. Somewhere in the half haze that is the cyberninja's mind, he muses over it.*
My most vivid memory? I've been online a while, that's a lot of memories to have to go through and rank. Let's see...
I've got plenty of good ones. Sharing energon and tunes with friends and family. Enlisting in the Autobots. Training to be a cyberninja. Getting a spot on the Elite Guard. Say what you like about work and the daily grind, but my job's given me its fair share of good times. Overall, life's been rather kind to me. But nothing stands out in particular from those memories.
... Moving forward.
Landing on a new planet, a sudden rush of colour and life and sound, the sparkbeat- no... the native population don't have sparks... what did they call it? Ah. The heartbeat of the world heady and insistent, quickening and slowing by turns, so different from the slow constant pulse of home. But then again the people of this world live shorter lives, and they pack everything into their allotted spans with an urgency rarely seen amongst my own kind.
Everything moves so fast here. They're always learning, always growing. Changes occur in a matter of moments.
Even to a Cybertronian ninja.
I'm always open to new experiences and learning new things. But I've also always obeyed my superiors. Sure, I protest if things need to be protested, and usually a compromise can be struck somehow, but if push comes to shove, I'm the one backing down, going with the flow. Orders are orders after all, who am I to question them? And I was content with the way of my world, and with the steady life of Cybertron.
Until I saw how different things could be, here.
A leader who was more than just a bot barking orders. Team mates who were more than just comrades. Working together for each other, for what's right, even if it was against orders.
I left Cybertron for this team. If you want to be technical about it, you could say I committed treason, though no one's seen it that way yet, not before I up and vanished to this place at least. Nor could they could convict me if they did, given the results of my actions. Bringing back the big bad in stasis cuffs counts quite a bit towards getting away with insubordination.
I built a lot of memories with those bots. All brighter and more vivid compared to the vorns of existance I had before meeting them. They and the world they decided to protect changed me, a member of the Cyberninja Corps, keepers of traditions set long before the Great War. And I do not regret that change.
If I had to pick just the one though?
Working with them for the first time. Being surrounded by so much colour, noise, life.
And getting swept away by a flash of black and gold.
That's the memory forever etched in my memory banks. The one that made me want to take a second look at these other bots, that drew me closer to them. The one that started everything.
*Somewhere, off in the real world, he registers a brief touch to his plating. It's gone almost too soon, but the memory lingers...*
((Jazz is out cold. This be his unconscious mind talking, so it's a little vague on the details. Obviously, he can't reply to anyone here ^_^ ))
My most vivid memory? I've been online a while, that's a lot of memories to have to go through and rank. Let's see...
I've got plenty of good ones. Sharing energon and tunes with friends and family. Enlisting in the Autobots. Training to be a cyberninja. Getting a spot on the Elite Guard. Say what you like about work and the daily grind, but my job's given me its fair share of good times. Overall, life's been rather kind to me. But nothing stands out in particular from those memories.
... Moving forward.
Landing on a new planet, a sudden rush of colour and life and sound, the sparkbeat- no... the native population don't have sparks... what did they call it? Ah. The heartbeat of the world heady and insistent, quickening and slowing by turns, so different from the slow constant pulse of home. But then again the people of this world live shorter lives, and they pack everything into their allotted spans with an urgency rarely seen amongst my own kind.
Everything moves so fast here. They're always learning, always growing. Changes occur in a matter of moments.
Even to a Cybertronian ninja.
I'm always open to new experiences and learning new things. But I've also always obeyed my superiors. Sure, I protest if things need to be protested, and usually a compromise can be struck somehow, but if push comes to shove, I'm the one backing down, going with the flow. Orders are orders after all, who am I to question them? And I was content with the way of my world, and with the steady life of Cybertron.
Until I saw how different things could be, here.
A leader who was more than just a bot barking orders. Team mates who were more than just comrades. Working together for each other, for what's right, even if it was against orders.
I left Cybertron for this team. If you want to be technical about it, you could say I committed treason, though no one's seen it that way yet, not before I up and vanished to this place at least. Nor could they could convict me if they did, given the results of my actions. Bringing back the big bad in stasis cuffs counts quite a bit towards getting away with insubordination.
I built a lot of memories with those bots. All brighter and more vivid compared to the vorns of existance I had before meeting them. They and the world they decided to protect changed me, a member of the Cyberninja Corps, keepers of traditions set long before the Great War. And I do not regret that change.
If I had to pick just the one though?
Working with them for the first time. Being surrounded by so much colour, noise, life.
And getting swept away by a flash of black and gold.
That's the memory forever etched in my memory banks. The one that made me want to take a second look at these other bots, that drew me closer to them. The one that started everything.
*Somewhere, off in the real world, he registers a brief touch to his plating. It's gone almost too soon, but the memory lingers...*
((Jazz is out cold. This be his unconscious mind talking, so it's a little vague on the details. Obviously, he can't reply to anyone here ^_^ ))