Transformers: Big Bang preview
After almost ten years of being in this fandom, I finally learned what TF Big Bang is. As soon as I did, I decided to join. It was a challenge, but finally, we're all close to finishing @tf-bigbang
With that being said, behold!
The ultimate group project!
The Story Goes...
(Set in my original continuity: Transformers Cybertron Chase)
Jazz decides to tell Blurr and Clobber one of his war stories. Unfortunately, they seem to have different plans. Cue one big mess of multiple narrative voices and one big headache for the captain
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There was a small silhouette standing in the shadows of the ruins around them. It kept a close watch on Optimus, Elita-1 and Cliffjumper, measuring all of them with their menacing red visor. When they noticed the attention had shifted on them, they began slowly approaching the light. In seconds, the group could see who they were dealing with.
It was Jazz.
His black and white colour scheme was no longer present. Instead, his whole body was purple. There was a silver Decepticon insignia on his chest instead of his usual Autobot one. Even though his visor was crimson red, his face was calm and showing no hints of malice as it had always been.
“We can settle this diplomatically.” ‘Jazz’ offered, shortly and sweetly.
“Wait, that’s supposed to be me?” A disembodied presence suddenly interrupted the narration. The time seemed to have completely stopped, freezing both Decepticons and Autobots in place.
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"Coach, come on! I was having a good flow!" Blurr shot from the ground, complaining to the Autobot sitting in the captain chair.
Jazz, Blurr and Clobber were occupying the Autobot ship’s bridge. The vehicle was standing motionless in the middle of space, drifting ever so slowly between the meteors. The three were completely surrounded by darkness. The only sources of light to speak of were the red emergency biolights and the stars, or rather, the star-shaped dots dancing on the walls. They were coming from Clobber’s lamp which she was wearing on top of her head like a wizard hat.
“I thought you said it was my turn for story time.” Jazz replied to the youngling’s dissatisfaction.
“That was the plan, but then you started going on and on about the destruction and carnage and it just lost its magic!” Blurr said, leaning against Clobber. “Out of all the things you could’ve shared! We get it, the war was awful! Water is wet on most planets!”
“I have so many problems with everything you’ve just said.” Jazz frowned under his visor at him.
“I fought in that war, too, you know.” Clobber said, pushing him away from herself, albeit gently.
“And I’m sorry, do you really think I used to be a Decepticon?” The Autobot asked.
"I didn't say that!... Why, you've got a confession?" Blurr asked, leaning on one of the armrests of the captain chair and eyeing Jazz upside-down in suspicion.
"Nope. Autobot since day one.” The captain said, looking down at him. “I’m really curious what gave you that impression though.”
"I'm just making the story more relatable to the current audiences. Namely me and Clobber." The youngling momentarily scooted away, pointing his thumb between himself and his friend.
"You're not an official Decepticon." Clobber reminded.
“We’ve been hanging out for so long, I might as well be.” He claimed.
“Can I please return to my story now?” Jazz requested after a second.
“Fine.”
“Sure.” They agreed. However, he barely managed to open his mouth, when suddenly:
“Oh! Oh! I have an idea!” Clobber said. “Why don’t we all take turns on telling that story!”
“... What?” Jazz had no idea what that meant.
“Yes! Thank you!” Blurr cheered. The Autobot couldn’t stop staring at them.
“Sometimes, we like telling each other made-up adventures.” She explained to him. “It’s really fun!”
“Kid…” Jazz said, joining his palms together. “That ain’t a made-up adventure. It actually happened.”
“Yeah, but would you rather tell a gritty war story, or a fun adventure?” Blurr asked with a grin.
“I’ve got plenty of those, too!” The Autobot promised.
“Autobots like the freedom of all sentient beings so much. Why don’t we have a vote?” Clobber asked, raising her claw. “All in favour of telling Jazz’s war story together, raise your hands!”
The blue Cybertronian’s grin only widened and he raised his own. Jazz was left with only himself, crushed by the unfair democratic vote. The younglings stared at him, smugly and expectantly. Like so many times before, ever since he met Blurr and Clobber, the captain felt himself letting out a heavy sigh.
“Whatever…” He eventually said, crossing his arms and leaning his back against the chair.
“Great!” Blurr beamed. “So-”
“But you’re changing me back to an Autobot.” The Autobot conditioned. The youngling groaned.
"Fiiiine!” He agreed, flopping his front back on the ground between his friend and his captain. “I had this great character development planned out for you, but if you really want to be boring!..."
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"It's okay, Prime. Those are my buddies: The Friendly Decepticons!" Jazz in the story claimed. Magically, he changed his colour scheme back to normal. Nobody batted an eye. "We go way back and I've convinced them that our friendship means a lot more than our factions."
"Cool." Optimus said as he, Cliffjumper and Elita-1 hid their weapons.
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