Author: gatekat and femme4jack on LJ
Pairing: Jazz/Optimus Prime, Ironhide/Chromia
Rating: NC-17 for mech/mech
Codes: Slash, Sticky, P-n-P, Spark-merge
Summary: Jazz is ready for his next spark "interrogation" with Prime, but arrives in a style all his own.
Notes: klik = 1 minute; joor = 1.2 hours; orn = day/32 joor; metacycle = 6 (5.9285) years; vorn = 83 years/14 metacycles
~text~ bond, hardline, or spark talk
::text:: comm chatter
Claiming the Dark Singer 5
Optimus Prime returned to his quarters, weary and looking forward to a long soak in the oil bath and some recharge in his berth.
"Stay here while I check," Ironhide rumbled one step into the Prime's quarters.
"That is most unnecessary," Prime vented but didn't actually try to come further into his own quarters as his guardian stalked through the entry room, his scanners fully open.
A klik later Ironhide bellowed from the washracks. "What in the pit are you doing in here?"
A half smile played on Prime's face as the door slid open and he was met with a sight that made him shiver: Jazz, lying back in the oilbath, arms behind his neck, one leg bent out of the thick fluid, and a wicked grin on his faceplates. He now sported an outlandish fashion-visor in a style Prime hadn't seen since the last time he'd paid a ceremonial visit to the Towers in Praxus.
Ironhide's cannon was whirling dangerously, pointed at Jazz's chest.
"Prime insisted on merging with me regularly while I'm neutral, in exchange for amnesty," Jazz flicked his chin towards the large mech behind Ironhide, his face plastered with a huge, arrogant grin. "I'm just here to fulfill my end of the bargain."
"I did," Prime said evenly. "He is here under my orders."
"You gave the fragger your entry code? Are you out of your slagging processors?" Ironhide whirled toward him, belatedly lowering the cannon so it wasn't pointed at Optimus.
"If I didn't, he'd get in just as quickly," Prime chuckled, ignoring the fact that he was misleading his guardian. "You are aware of his abilities, Ironhide. Eclipse knows of his movements."
Ironhide gave Optimus the look that he had been giving his charge since Orion was a sparkling.
"You want to join in?" Optimus added innocently, only barely containing his amusement when Ironhide sputtered and took a step back, nearly falling into the pool.
"I don't think he could keep up with us, Prime," Jazz purred teasingly. "Or is it that Chromia would break him if he tried to stray?"
"Slag you both," Ironhide growled before Optimus could answer, turning around and stomping out the door. "I will be in the entry."
"He really needs to interface more," Prime murmured just loud enough for Ironhide to hear, which was followed by several expletives as the door slid shut.
"Chromia really has him on that short a leash?" Jazz quipped, winking the light on his optic band as he sank back into the oil. "Why don't you come relax, Prime?" he added with a crooning purr, offering his hand to the much larger mech. "You had a rough day from what I've heard."
Optimus didn't need a second invitation before sliding in to the hot oil across from Jazz and letting it seep between his plates and into the depths of his protoform. "It was, but it is ending quite nicely," he rumbled, delighted at how enjoyable Jazz had decided to make these 'regular spark interrogation sessions' that had been part of the neutrality agreement that got the former 'Con and his clade out of the brig. That delight rumbled into arousal when the silver killer floated over in the oil and crawled into his lap before sprawling out along his chassis with affectionate hands.
"Anything but the regular hubbub over my presence?" Jazz asked with a croon.
Prime sighed, air bubbling up from his vents. "Had the staff meeting from the pit. Sometimes, I must admit, I envy Megatron's manner of dealing with unruly officers."
Jazz laughed brightly, his fingers playing across the large glass plates on Prime's chest. "You can always stop the arguments, even without the fusion cannon blast. They can only argue because you commanded it."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way, despite how exasperating it is. When it really matters, the arguing stops." Optimus leaned his head back and shuttered his optics in pleasure as Jazz continued his ministrations. "Prowl is beside himself about you being here and the amount of access you have on base. Eclipse didn't help matters by explaining patiently that you had the skills to get anywhere you wanted to go whether you were in the brig or not. Prowl states that there is a point zero two percent probability that you could hide something from me in a merge. He thinks you are that good."
"I'm flattered," Jazz couldn't help but purr deeply. He really was flattered. "Not that you should tell him, but if I wanted to do something, I could easily take it from first thought to finished between merges. Just ask Eclipse how fast we move when we need to. But I enjoy your spark too much to have it harmed," he added more seriously than he'd been all orn, his fingers moving down to tease the edge of the front windshield. "You're quite the addiction, Prime."
Prime should have been disturbed by the assertion, but at the moment, he knew more about Jazz than anyone did, and he was confident that his trust was not misplaced, or at least that the reward was well worth the risk.
"Jazz," he rumbled the designation with more emotion than he'd expected to. "I am gratified that you are addicted," he added in a teasing tone before giving in to the demands of his systems and spark, capturing the dangerously sexy silver mouth in a kiss that was returned with the full heat of a mech that existed to push the limits.
"I want to feed my addiction now," Jazz rumbled, sliding his interface panel open as he slid down Prime's chassis.
"In such a hurry," Prime teased, chasing his mouth downward for another kiss, sliding his demanding glossa in even as his own panel slid open and a fully pressurized spike betrayed just how much a hurry he was in as well.
"Live in the moment," Jazz moaned into the kiss, reaching between them to guide the thick spike to his valve and slowly sinking down, impaling himself on a spike almost too large for him to take in and relishing every bit of the burn.
Optimus gave a deep groan, his engine rumbling as the silver mech's tight heat enveloped him, lighting every sensor along his length until his tip was seated against the receptors deep inside, charge racing back and forth between them. He felt a ripple of the valve lining along his spike, and Jazz shuddered and keened.
The saboteur felt ready to burst at the pleasure, the thickness filling him. "Oh, Primus."
Prime reached under Jazz's aft, slowly lifting the small mech up, pausing when the tip of his spike was poised again just at his entrance. With a grunt he thrust up, hard, burying himself fully in the slick, tight heat that welcomed him so completely.
"Take me," Jazz cried out shamelessly as his backstrut arched and his internals quivered. "Claim what's yours."
With a feral growl, Prime shifted their position so he was kneeling with Jazz's back pressed against the side of the bath. The silver mech's legs wrapped around the his slender waist as Prime did exactly what the saboteur asked, owning him with a pounding rhythm, the sound of metal sliding in metal echoing through the chamber and beyond. Jazz moaned and keened, his valve working hard to massage the spike rubbing so deliciously along the sensitive surfaces inside him.
They both wanted it to last, to draw out the intense pleasure, but neither had the will to oppose their bodies when Jazz's chestplates unlocked and slid open.
Optimus continued to pound the small mech, grunting and growling like some feral organic creature as his own chestplates slid open, his kaleidoscopic spark blazing with fierce intensity to have what it had already claimed as its own. The merge came fast, both sparks desiring the other fiercely and already familiar with the other's frequency as they were flooded with the awareness of the other.
~Nothing ever felt this good,~ Jazz moaned across the connection, his spark gleefully plunging into Prime's, but for now, he kept his awareness of self.
For Prime's spark, it was just that much more proof that this mech was strong enough to be worthy of it. To remain self-aware without a fight even when merged was a rare treat, even more so when the other spark was willing to surrender that self-awareness when prompted, but only then. His own spark hungrily took in everything that was Jazz, surrounding him with its own, looking deeper than the silver mech would ever allow another, his decision to trust reaffirmed a hundred-fold.
~You feel so good,~ Prime said, or rather felt. Words at the spark level were not necessary. The eddies of pure bliss swirled through their living souls. ~You've shown me so much of your spark. What do you wish to see of mine?~ Prime's powerful spark invited as he opened to the saboteur with a wash of welcome, excitement, and desire to be known by someone almost strong enough to resist him and live.
Instinct that went even deeper than core code, to the very untainted nature of his spark, delved in. Beyond words, the amethyst spark sang a pure, joyous 'everything' that was utterly untainted by plans, plots or anything related to his function. This deep, this open, this without intent or need, Prime grasped that the spark before him, within him, was a being of pure curiosity. It neither needed nor wanted any reason to learn, to explore. Its greatest joy came in discovery, in making connections and understanding for no sake other than to have experienced the beauty of the moment.
This spark would have made an excellent scientist or explorer, yet Prime also recognized how well those traits fit into his current function and made him exceptional at it.
Prime watched that joyful curiosity delve into his own nature. A normal spark, bright white like a preprogramed mech, woven with every spark color imaginable because he was, on a level, bonded with every spark that was separated from Primus' own, the living connection to Primus for all. Jazz saw the utter joy involved in creation of life, and the pain of being torn from so many of those lives. Prime shared with Jazz not only his memories, but some of the memories contained in the Matrix - of ancient times when Prima literally brought forth all life from her own body and spark, and when time came, ushered them to death through the gentlest of overloads.
He felt the passionate mech latch onto that, felt the joy of recognition of what had lead to the Tower's tradition of the second creation doing so for their bonded, extinguishing both their sparks in tender care and reinforcing one of the fundamental tenants of the society his clade had tended and watched over silently from within.
Jazz was beyond words, beyond his processors, but his spark snarled and sang with the determination that had kept him and his kind alive and thriving through the war.
This will be my fate once more.
Even the beginnings of a method formed as Prime watched in fixated fascination for how much of Jazz's talent was beyond programming.
Though it all, two things came clear; even if Jazz chose to officially be Neutral, he would protect the Prime, and his focus was now fully on ending the war quickly, no matter how brutal, underhanded or illegal that method was.
Prime reeled at the strength of resolve. Jazz had all of the qualities that a Lord High Protector should: protector of life, protector of the life giver, and, by necessity, ruthless when it came to making sure that Cybertron and the children of Primus continued to thrive.
The pure passion of Jazz's spark was enough to tip the Prime into a roaring overload of frame and spark.
When he focused on his surroundings once more, Optimus found himself looking directly into dark green optics over the glow of their still-joined sparks.
~I have a favor to ask of you,~ Jazz spoke carefully across the connection, the full value of the statement clear behind it.
Prime slid his hands down Jazz's back struts and kissed his helm in invitation. ~Ask, Jazz.~
~Turn Moonracer loose. I've suppressed Nightstalker so she's stuck in stasis till all this is sorted out. She's never had high level access so it's not like she'd learn anything I wouldn't know anyway. She's not a threat to you or your Autobots, but she's still an asset if she's free to do her job.~
~I have no doubt I can trust you on this, even if, on a level, she is still acting as your mole,~ Prime said thoughtfully. ~My only concern is Cliffjumper. He is a loose cannon, and he knows who she is. I have ordered him to remain silent, but that is no guarantee that he will in the heat of the moment.~
A slight flinch echoed between them as they both realized Jazz had done something he probably shouldn't have without authorization. ~It's a reflex, to protect my own,~ he murmured, not the least bit ashamed, but keenly aware that he'd crossed a line. ~He doesn't actually remember the visit.~
Prime couldn't contain a certain level of exasperation mixed with morbid amusement at Jazz's uncontainable nature. ~Did you sneak into his quarters while he recharged?~ He could have simply looked into Jazz's spark to see, but trusted the Neutral to freely volunteer the information.
~Yes. He's completely unharmed, he just no longer remembers Nightstalker or anything else he learned from us.~
~Well, it certainly settles one issue, and I don't have to order him to the brig or put him under constant watch,~ Prime wryly admitted. ~Have you tampered with anyone else that I should be aware of?~
~No,~ Jazz assured him, firm and honest in the sparkpulse that passed between them. ~He was the only threat. Remember when I said things could happen between merges? He didn't know for an orn. I didn't even think, I just did. He'd deactivate her if he got the chance.~
Prime's spark pulsed his understanding of the nature of the one who was entrusting so much to him. ~It is in your nature to protect your own. It isn't something you think of. And now I am in that same category.~ Prime could not hide how much a part of him relished having someone in the role that his brother had abandoned, and his concern over what that would ultimately mean in terms of Jazz's actions. Jazz could not be contained, whether he was part of a faction or not.
~Above it, really,~ Jazz murmured, personally and professionally unsettled. ~Like you, I'll sacrifice an agent, even a clade, if the situation warrants it. Even before the war those were choices clade leaders had to make for the greater good. I'll sacrifice Cybertron before I allow your spark to fade without an heir.~
Prime was deeply unsettled. On the one hand, he was deeply moved by Jazz's devotion; on the other hand, even knowing who and what he was, he felt deeply unworthy.
~I am a servant, Jazz, here by the will of Primus to serve Cybertron and steward the Allspark and every life here. Cybertron is more important than I am. Primus will always find a way, even without a Prime.~
Jazz's spark disagreed violently, but his mind was less volatile. ~Without you, Megatron will win. Primus may find a way, but our kind ... not so much. You would leave my kind to lead the fight against him and sort out what was left. No matter which side came out victorious, the result would be very bad. My kind were never meant to rule, and, well, you know Megatron.~
~On that I agree wholeheartedly. Megatron cannot be left to rule. I would dare say it would be better for Cybertron to cease to be than for our kind to become what it would under him.~ Jazz could feel the sharp pain and loss associated with those words.
~I supported him. I believe in what he said he wanted to accomplish.~ Optimus said softly.
There was an uneasy shift in Jazz's spark.
~When I joined, he still believed,~ he murmured uncomfortably. ~Not sure he was sane, but he was still focused in the right place. Still not sure when he lost it.~
~Did he ever allow you more than a surface merge?~ Prime asked thoughtfully, his spark reaching out to draw Jazz in closer, preparing to openly show what he had seen in Megatron's spark during their final merge.
~Not intentionally,~ he almost chuckled cheekily. ~I got pretty deep into in processors though. Not deep like you go, but deeper than he would have tolerated if he knew.~
~When I finally demanded to see his spark,~ Prime explained, ~he believed he could use the opportunity to extinguish me. He wasn't prepared for how strong my spark actually was, and how much his still responded to mine. I demanded we merge shortly before I pulled my support.~
With that, Prime invited Jazz into the memory, one of the most intense of his existence, in which he literally ended up forcing a completely unwilling merge ... raping his own brother to find out the truth.
The silver mech shuddered, responding to Prime's emotions far more than his own reaction to the experience. For Jazz, the forced merge was all but a normal activity, be it clade for discipline or a target for intel. Prime was the first to demand it of him since he became clade leader, but it was not new.
The look into Megatron's spark, even before Jazz had allied with him and the rebellion, shook him deeply. Within the horrible realization that he'd been had by the former Lord High Protector was a solid respect for anyone capable of doing so. Once more, it forced Jazz to come to grips with being inadequate for his clade's needs. He had lead them wrong because he had failed and not seen his failure as it happened.
What he received in turn was compassion and forgiveness from the spark joined to his, and the realization that they both had failed, and Prime's failure was far more spectacular. His initial support of Megatron's rebellion, his spark deep trust in his brother's innate goodness, led countless others to throw in their lot with the Decepticons. So many mechs had been disgusted by the privileged castes of leadership, but had still loved Prime, and followed him to Megatron.
~I will not deceive you Jazz. That is why I'm opening my spark to you. Whether as a Neutral or an Autobot, I need you, and so does Cybertron. We both saw things far too late, and must focus on redeeming the future.~
Something in the half-plea snapped Jazz's focus on one part of what was said and his spark swirled with an uneasy confusion.
~You need me?~ he asked, still hesitant about admitting uncertainty.
Optimus realized that he had let slip more than he had intended, and walls almost went up, but he forced himself to keep them down, to show Jazz just how deep a wound was left in him as a Prime without a Lord High Protector.
He was expecting many kinds of reactions, but recognition was not one of them.
~How many mechs know this? Does Megatron?~ Jazz's laser-sharp processors and SpecOps leadership protocols snapped to the fore.
~If any of Megatron's LHP code is uncorrupted, he knows, because he is wounded in the same manner. Ratchet is the only other who knows, though Eclipse and Ironhide may suspect.~ Optimus admitted hesitantly, confused by the reaction.
~Good, good.~ Jazz was focused on what he was looking at more than the mech's upper functioning. ~I learned my lesson early on, when my creator was still clade leader. Never, ever separate linked mechs, whether it's twins or those with a strong bond. You're not quite his twin, but like them, it looks like your original code's all centered around functioning as one half of a whole. Do you even know how badly you've mangled your own code trying to cope?~
Optimus was stunned. ~I have been attempting to act as Lord High Protector and Prime,~ he admitted shakily. ~I have had Ratchet add some of the code so that I could function as a war leader as my people needed me to be. I was never intended to be a warrior Prime.~
~No kidding,~ Jazz mentally rolled his optics. ~Why didn't you promote a warrior to the post, or at least to General? Seriously mech, you're more messed up than I am right now. You've got conflicting code from the pit, and I don't even want to try to work out how your processor can still function. When an Ops mech has to be such a different mech the only way to stay sane is to completely suppress the original. It's not just about a consistent story and remaining undetected. It's about the only way to keep sane.~
Prime felt Jazz really start to look, not just at coding, but his memories and his spark in a cold, calculating way that still made the large mech feel cared for.
~I know my command staff, Jazz. I know them by spark. None of them can be a Lord High Protector. Yours is the first spark I've come across that has that strength, with the processors to match. But outwardly, I must function as both right now. I must be a warrior Prime. They must see me leading them into battle, willing to put myself on the line. Otherwise they will not have the courage to continue.~
~Okay, I get it, but you could have at least done it right,~ Jazz's words were chiding but his tone was pure concern and distress. The intense desire to reach in and fix what he knew how to do so well was only barely kept in check. ~You've got Infiltrators, some damn good ones. Eclipse is no slouch at it. Ratchet's the best at his job, but he has no clue how to really change a mech's base function without scrambling them something fierce.~
~What would you do if I permitted it?~ he pulled Jazz closer to let him feel the trust he had for the smaller mech.
There was a pause, a fairly long one, as Jazz studied what was before him with all the focused care he'd given his brother before his last mission, perhaps even more. Code, needs, memories and spark were all accessed, analyzed and contemplated.
It was nearly a joor before Jazz responded with a data pack that contained two files across the hardline connection he'd instigated during the examination. One was text for reading, explaining what every line of code he suggested did and why he put it there. The second was far less technical and meant for Prime, to help him understand the benefits to him, how it would ease the pain of separation.
Even with that done, Jazz pressed the knowledge foreword that there was nothing short of having a Lord High Protector that could truly make the ache go away.
Optimus left the particulars for later, focusing on the summery. Jazz's proposal was nothing short of brilliant. Using a modified form of profile suppression common in SpecOps, he proposed giving Prime three code profiles to work with.
The first would be his Battle Mode, something very close to a pure officer-grade warrior. It was far more aggressive and capable of inflicting massive damage that his current mixed code could not handle. It was comparable to the code of a Lord High Protector, perhaps even more aggressive given it's limited political and tactical function.
The second was General (leader) Mode: a tactician-minded profile, closest to what he was now, but not nearly as conflicted. Using this profile, he could plan the war and deal with the army on an ornly basis. It was the profile most aware of his capabilities in all three modes, much like an Op's base profile.
The final was his Prime Mode: his original code, with blocks and code to keep it protected from what the other two were required to do.
Voluntary and involuntary triggers were included for each profile to give him the most freedom while giving the most protection to both him and those around him.
Jazz purred and preened at the assessment of his work, delighted that it met approval of the mech it was meant to protect.
~Now, it's not perfect, and anytime you make a code shift that complex it requires regular maintenance and tweaking, but even if they refuse to let me do the work, I've given enough for Eclipse and Ratchet to do so,~ Jazz commented when Prime had assimilated the summary.
~It would be enough,~ Prime said simply, capturing Jazz's mouth with his own. ~It could make all the difference. I could finally meet Megatron as an equal in battle without corrupting my core coding and slipping into the insanity that I fear would make me worse than he is.~ Prime surprised himself with the admission of what was truly at stake.
~We cannot afford to loose you,~ Jazz shuddered at the idea, and in pleasure of the kiss. He squeezed and rippled his valve around the half-soft spike still deep inside him, encouraging it to pressurize once more. ~But right now, enough of work and real life troubles. Forget them with me.~
Jazz didn't have to invite Optimus twice, and soon the quiet of their merge was replaced with the sounds of the large mech taking the smaller with near violent passions. With each thrust the Prime grasped more and more of just how few - none - Jazz had ever given himself to so willingly and completely.
If Prime was smitten with Jazz, so Jazz was smitten and more with him.
~Okay, spill it,~ Chromia's half amused, half annoyed thought filtered across the bond with Ironhide. ~What has your hydraulics in a knot this time?~
~Prime and that pit spawned terror of an ex-'Con,~ he admitted with a growl across the bond. ~Prime is supposed to be interrogating his spark and instead they are going at it like petro rabbits.~
~You think the 'Con got to him, has corrupted his code somehow?~ She sounded honestly concerned, and she was, but not that much. Her bonded was easier to corrupt than the Prime after all, and good luck with that one.
~No,~ Ironhide admitted, sounding sheepish. ~I'm more concerned the bugger has stolen his spark. I think our Prime has fallen hard, and might trust him too much.~
There was stillness on her side of the bond for a lingering moment as she assessed that.
~Prime, our Prime, is in love?~ She asked carefully.
~With a slagging 'Con, yes, that is what I'm afraid of. He even gave Jazz the keycode to his quarters, and the aft was waiting in the oilbath for him.~
She couldn't help but snicker. ~My plasma, nothing can hold that mech in and you know it as well as I. Have you commed Eclipse to ask if he knew that Jazz was there before you?~
~No,~ he sullenly admitted. ~I was too busy trying to decide whether or not to bust in there after they'd been quiet for too long. Just when I was about to, Prime started fragging him into the wall.~
~Mmm, so is there anything else that's bothering you?~ she crooned seductively. ~Like a charge with nowhere to go? It must be arousing, listening to Prime's pleasure.~
~I know how to take care of a charge, femme,~ Ironhide growled, but sounded more playful than angry. ~Though it would serve Prime right if we used his berth.~
~Ooo, kinky,~ she snickered playfully. ~If they're still in the oilbath when I get in from patrol, perhaps we should. At least we wouldn't break that.~
Ironhide's engine purred, his bondmate's playful suggestions doing much more for him than the sounds coming from Prime's washracks. ~Don't be so sure. We did break our own on several different occasions, though I don't plan on using my cannons on Prime's. So, you think I should contact Eclipse, spark of my spark?~
~It would settle your processors,~ she said smoothly. ~It would mean that he isn't really running around unsupervised.~
~I agree. What do you think of our Prime falling for a 'Con, my spark?~
A wave of affection caressed his spark before she answered. ~I'd have preferred one of us, but if it makes him happy, how can we deny him the comfort of a lover? Though I'm sure they'll all remind you that Jazz has officially renounced his allegiance to Megatron and the Cons.~
~Ultra Magnus was good for him,~ Ironhide stubbornly claimed. ~Jazz isn't even one of ours yet. He may never be.~
~Yet if Prime's taken with him, he may be soon,~ she chuckled. ~You know how hard it is to resist that spark when he really wants something. Could be the best recruitment tool we've got.~
~Now there is an idea to propose at the next command meeting.~ Ironhide playfully caressed her spark. ~If only to see what it did to Prowl,~ he added.
~You enjoy tormenting that mech entirely too much,~ she laughed brightly, not the least bit reprimanding of him. ~He needs to get 'faced more. It'd settle him down.~
~Are you volunteering, my spark? Shall we invite to our quarters? I know how you feel about sensor wings.~
The shuddering spike of desire flashed across the bond and he knew she was weaving wherever she was. ~Drag him in, if you can. I'll give you a show to make you melt.~
Ironhide growled aloud at the image she suggested, his systems instantly heating, one hand drifting toward his interface plate. ~If I have to put him in stasis cuffs, he will be in our quarters tonight,~ he promised. ~And if not him, I'll find another sensor winged plaything for you.~
Before she could send him another thought for their evening, the door to the private washrack opened and the two mechs walked out, both heading for the berth room next to it.
When Ironhide realized where they were heading, he cursed inwardly. It was looking like he would be standing guard for Prime's entire recharge period, which meant an enraged Chromia.
"When shall I escort Jazz back to his quarters?" Ironhide asked hopefully.
"When he wakes, or when I return to duty," Prime rumbled, more relaxed at Ironhide had seen him in vorns. "Call another guard to take over when your shift ends in a joor. I'd rather not have to answer to your bonded," his smile turned teasing.
Ironhide snorted. As if he was going to allow anyone else to stand guard while Jazz was in Prime's berth. "Bluestreak is scheduled," Ironhide flatly stated, as though that would explain everything. "He is liable to chat you two up while you try to recharge. It would be best for everyone involved if I stay."
"Very well," Prime did not contest it. "Though if Chromia comes by, do go to your own quarters to entertain her."
"Worried about what we'd do to your quarters?" Ironhide asked with his optic ridges raised.
"Worried? I simply know what would happen, old friend," Prime said with an easy laugh, pulling a smirking Jazz into his berth chamber where all too quickly, the noises started up again.
With a groan, Ironhide commed Killblade to take the night shift at Prime's quarters, instructing Bluestreak to instead guard Jazz's clade quarters. With the twins there, he couldn't get himself into too much trouble. He then sent Prowl a detailed data pack of just what Chormia would like to do to his sensor wings and a time to join them if he wished, hoping he hadn't glitched the tactician too severely.