lastonepercent: By <user name="sparklight"> (Default)
lastonepercent ([personal profile] lastonepercent) wrote in [community profile] red_diode_district2013-11-10 05:39 pm

The Start of Something Interesting...

The day was calm, with no recent Decepticon attacks, and none suspected to be incoming for some time.  The cons were too busy licking their wounds from the last battle, one that the Autobots had decidedly come out ahead on.  The celebrations had gone on long into the night and the recreation room was already a mess.

Thus, it was the perfect chance for a lone Autobot to slip casually outside.

Mirage had no shift currently scheduled, so he was free to spend his time as he pleased.  He certainly made no move to hide his departure, greeting his comrades in the halls on the way out, but the box in his hands remained unopened despite any passing curiosity.  It was quietly shifted into subspace before long, and  the former noble shifted into alt mode just as smoothly when he reached the doors.  Despite the completely inappropriate earthen race car mode, the mech had little trouble self-adjusting before driving off into the forest covering the mountain, for business unknown...
cliffjumper: (strangest thing ever)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-08 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Concentrated as he was on what he was doing - at the moment trying to get better at controlling the shots with his glass gas - the ping got the equivalent of 'a moment' in reply, though when he realised who the ping was from and that there was someone else in the room---

"Jazz?" turning around, Cliffjumper frowned up at the mech, belatedly dropping his gun to point at the floor instead of at Jazz, changing his grip on it as well, "didn't think you were here already."

What Cliffjumper was more surprised at, however, was that Jazz was even here. What could he even want?

"... What's goin' on?"
cliffjumper: (CJ haz a suspicion - spies EVERYWHERE)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-10 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
He had the grace the squirm a bit at the look Jazz gave him the way he jerked around with the gun ready, feeling a bit embarrassed even as he stubbornly also felt it better to be too ready than be taken by surprise...

Not that he sort of hadn't either way, though.

"Uh-huh," Cliffjumper said, grimacing at the 'they seem legit' comment, because that's not what he thought, even if he hadn't exchanged a single word with any of their visitors.

And even if they were exactly what they said they were... who's to say they were trustworthy anyway.

"What do I... uh, sure." Frowning, and giving Jazz a narrow stare, Cliffjumper followed the spec ops officer. He wasn't really suspicious at Jazz, but well, what the frag did he have to do with this?

Regardless of what it was, undoubtedly there were at least a handful of other mechs that would be more suitable.

So it was really hard to not stop before they got into the room, or even just start asking questions as they walked there - he did, however, cast a look around the room when they entered, but it looked like they usually did.

Nothing off.

With a huff, Cliffjumper hopped up in one of the chairs (not one of the rooms with kindly adjustable seating, these) and crossed his arms over his chestplate.

"So what's goin' on? Why're ya comin' to me?"
cliffjumper: (peer - suspicious but mostly confused)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-10 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The longer Jazz took, the straighter Cliffjumper sat up, instead of slumping back in the chair as he had to start with. Not even the relaxed way Jazz sat down helped, and Cliffjumper almost burst out with...

Well, he wasn't sure what he was going to say, but Jazz hand in the air stopped him either way, so it didn't matter.

The tense confusion didn't abate when Jazz continued, though he couldn't quite help the little twitch and his optics flickering when Mirage was mentioned.

"So? What the slag's does anything of that has to do with me, Jazz? I'm pretty fraggin' sure I ain't even in the top fifty of 'most diplimatic', trained or not, so why're ya tellin' me this?"

And since they barely had even fifty mechs on the Ark, that said something.

By now, Cliffjumper's tension had been somewhat outweighed by his confusion - though he probably sounded more annoyed than confused given his tone.
cliffjumper: (blush - embarrassed or shy)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-11 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"What?" Staring, Cliffjumper couldn't figure it out, even with Jazz's increasing elaboration on the issue.

It wasn't hard to understand why they did go with Mirage, if the paradrons were as much of religious zealots as they sounded from this, but...

"So just pick someone and---"

'Sensitive'.

The word, which Mirage had used, and Jazz was now using, suddenly bubbled up like a stubborn reverse echo, becoming stronger instead of fainter, and suddenly what Jazz was saying, why he was saying this to him made sense.

The first, unfiltered reaction was a blush, because of course his slagging processor went with connecting 'spark bonding', 'Mirage', and 'me', as understanding dawned.

And then...

"Like slag! I ain't doin' it! Just fraggin' pick someone and say they're sensitive or what the rustin' slag ever!" He almost jumped down from the chair, but instead he threw his arms up and then back into the chair, crossing his arms over his chestplating and scowling.
Edited 2014-12-11 20:14 (UTC)
cliffjumper: (angry - what the slag is going on)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-11 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Pit of a fragging mission.

Glowering, Cliffjumper didn't so much settle when Jazz stared at him as he puffed up, as much as he was capable of it.

"Hey, I didn't even fraggin' know I had it until recently! And it ain't like Mirage wants to... can help!" Cliffjumper defended himself, only reluctantly changing it to 'can' instead of 'wants'.

He couldn't fragging believe this!

"You can't be serious! I ain't gonna do it!" locking down his joints so he didn't squirm, Cliffjumper couldn't stop the blush though. That was as much from frustrated embarrassment as the thought of having to play a couple with Mirage.

The contents of his tanks squirmed, and the flustered feelings dropped down into a sick, clinging feeling.

Having to play at being a couple, being spark bonded with Mirage, and yet it wasn't as if the mech cared in that way.

"They're probably just waitin' for a chance to sell us out anyway!"

That wasn't a good argument, but at the moment it was all Cliffjumper could muster, pushing away the unpleasant feelings into anger... and a (only partly faked) usual display of his paranoia.
cliffjumper: (say what - these orders sucks)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-12 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Sputtering angrily, Cliffjumper tried to find arguments that would get him out of this - or even just for something, anything else to say, because otherwise he'd probably just start yelling.

"I don't fraggin' hate the guy, when's people gonna give it a rest already!" That wasn't what he'd planned to say as he threw himself back in the chair, EM field in a right, jagged flurry around him. Even if he didn't completely trust Mirage, and certainly hadn't liked him all that much before this stupid slagging crush had wormed it's way inside his processor and spark, he actually, really, didn't hate him.
cliffjumper: (ugh - annoyed or irritated)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-13 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Engine growling at the dig, Cliffjumper opened his mouth - and then closed it again, letting his vocaliser click on and then off. Because what else could he say? It wasn't like he was going to tell Jazz he had a crush on the stupid, fragging noble!

"Just 'cause I don't hate him doesn't mean I wanna work with him! Especially in somethin' like this!" he couldn't help the blush again, optics brightening and field flickering, and he tried to pretend it hadn't happened by snatching up the datapad and glowering at it, though not really reading.

"This is fraggin' dumb," Cliffjumper muttered as he stared at the datapad, and it was not whining, "religion is fraggin' dumb."

Regardless of the fact that he wasn't actually a believer in atechnogenesis or anything like that. The whole thing nonetheless had him torn between curling up and slumping in the chair or tossing the datapad across the room.

Why the frag did he have to get stuck with this?!
cliffjumper: (it could be a trap! - serious)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-13 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can work with him on the battlefield perfectly well!" bristling, Cliffjumper waved the datapad in the air choppily, once again restraining the urge to toss it - this time at Jazz's head and if he did that, he'd spend the rest of the time until it was time to leave in room arrest or something.

So he refrained, barely, though the furious flash in his optics probably told pretty well that he wanted to do something he didn't.

"This? This ain't fraggin' combat!" In fact, it was the opposite of it - or a very different sort of it, but not the sort Cliffjumper liked or was any good at. It also involved a very personal angle.

Especially since it was Mirage.

Growling, Cliffjumper slumped down again and gave the datapad an ugly glare. He knew there was nothing else he could say or do, not when they were so adamant they'd do this, to get out of it.

"Great. Can I go now, then?"
cliffjumper: (Prime's talking strange - can't believe)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-14 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Jerking at the slam of Jazz's hand on the table, Cliffjumper reflexively clutched the datapad closer. He really, actually, hadn't realised how serious this was supposed to be.

Even with the door being locked, even with the jamming device on the table, he had thought that he could do the downloading and deleting at his leisure, not right now.

It only had a little to do with the fact that he'd been pretty distracted by his frustration and embarrassment.

Blushing out of embarrassed anger, Cliffjumper demonstratively yanked out the cable from the base of his helm and plugged it into the datapad.

"Fine. There." He'd not admit that he actually hadn't caught on to the fact that this briefing was being treated with a higher security clearance than he was used to.

"I can get a hint..." Cliffjumper muttered, transferring his sulky glower to the datapad to glance through some of the infomation even as he downloaded it.

... Nevermind that Jazz's little outburst was hardly a hint, and that somewhere, his feelings nonwithstanding, Cliffjumper wasn't sure he could do what was being asked of him.

It just didn't seem honest.

Download complete, Cliffjumper frowned at the datapad and glanced up at Jazz again, asking, "the last half of the info, right?" just to confirm, before he deleted it as told.
cliffjumper: (ugh - annoyed or irritated)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-14 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Cliffjumper just huffed and gave Jazz a sulky glare at the comment, then bent his helm back over the datapad, trying to pretend he hadn't missed that - or the way Jazz spoke.

Glancing from door to Jazz when the door unlocked (it hadn't just been locked, Jazz had actually locked him in?!), Cliffjumper scowled.

"... I guess. How long's this gonna last?"

He just had the unpleasant thought of Mirage finding out or otherwise realising he had a huge, embarrassing crush on him and then laughing.

Or something else, like sneering.

He wasn't sure which was worse, even if he tried to convince himself he didn't care, either way.
cliffjumper: (ew - what the slag is that!?)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-15 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Staring at Jazz, Cliffjumper grimaced.

A week - sure, no problem (hopefully). That would probably not lead to too much of a mess or frustrations. A month however?

In more or less close quarters with Mirage? Having to pretend they were bonded?

Annoyance almost pushed away the sick, lurching dread.

"Fantastic. Better fraggin' not be a month." Cliffjumper barely managed to keep in the, admittedly spiteful, mutter about Mirage probably not wanting to leave at the end.

(And really, if he wouldn't want to, given that he'd always been somewhat... standoffish to direct action, no matter what he thought of the war or what the Decepticons worked for, Cliffjumper wasn't even sure he could begrudge him the chance.

More than one person probably would want to be able to not fight by now, but if they didn't... who then? With another grimace and a huff, Cliffjumper gave Jazz a wave after briefly pausing to see if the mech would bring anything more down on him, and then left.

He'd ignore this stupid datapad for as long as possible, but he knew he'd have to read it (and the data he'd downloaded from it) at least a few times before the week was up.
cliffjumper: (determined - we can do this)

[personal profile] cliffjumper 2014-12-16 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
While Cliffjumper stormed off, too distracted to even go back to the shooting range (while he did use it to unwind sometimes, it didn't work for everything), Jazz wandered out in search of the next target the other person involved in this mission.

At the least, not liking it or not, he could be certain Mirage would understand why... both from his position as a priest and as part of spec ops.

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