Darkest Hour || Transformers || Accepting

[ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴏɴ]

ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Tink, Spitfure

Jazz ducked down, since he could evade to either side. He didn’t really have anywhere to go. That meant he’d have to fight them off instead of evading. Jazz grabbed Tink, flipping her between himself and Spitfire. “I won’t go down that easily, you two!”

[Kia_Bee]

"Wanna bet?" Tink asked Jazz as she caused him to phase right through her. Spitfire smiled widely, knowing that they had him now.

[ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴏɴ]

ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Tink, Spitfire

Jazz yelped in surprise, falling to his knees. He’d completely forgotten about Tink’s phase shifting abilities. It was a clever love on her part, he’s give her that. The mech was still determined to win though. “Smart, but did you sleep this coming?” He swiped his leg out, knocking Tink over and scrambling away from Spitfire.

[Kia_Bee]

Tink yelped as she fell, silently cursing herself that she didn't look out for that. "Get back here!" Spitfire exclaimed as she pounced.

[ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴏɴ]

ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Tink, Spitfire

Jazz helped as he was dragged back down by Spitfire. He struggled against the younger bot, smiling with amusement. “You two make quite the team. The Decepticons would be burning rubber to get away from you.” He commented. The two did work well together in combat, for all their differences.

[Kia_Bee]

The twins smiled widely at this. "They better, or they'll have to deal with us!" Spitfire said, proudly crossing her arms.

[ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴏɴ]

ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Tink, Spitfire

Jazz laughed, getting to his feet and smiling at the two femmes. “You certainly did a number on me, that’s for sure. Though I’ll give you some advice.” The mech smirked, making a break for the Ark. “Don’t let your guard down before your opponent admits defeat!”

[Kia_Bee]

"Hey!" Both femmes exclaimed, running after him. Spitfire probably wouldn't admit it, but the twins saw Jazz like an older brother.

[ᴇɴᴇʀɢᴏɴ]

ᴊᴀᴢᴢ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴏᴘs. ᴀɢᴇɴᴛ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Tink, Spitfire, Ironhide

Jazz ran through the halls of the Ark, dodging bots left and right. Most just chuckled and shook their heads. Jazz was keeping Spitfire entertained, so they couldn’t really complain about his childish actions. Plus if brought a little warmth and happiness into the ship. Jazz dodged past Ironhide, narrowly missing the larger Autobot. “Sorry ‘Hide!” He called over his shoulder.

ɪʀᴏɴʜɪᴅᴇ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | sᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʙᴏᴛ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Jazz Tink, Spitfire

Ironhide barely avoided getting hit by Jazz. The veteran rolled his optics, watching the special ops. agent be chased by femmes half his age. “Are they too much for you Jazz?” He called out to his fleeing friend, a hint of amusement in his voice.

sᴛᴀʀsᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ | ᴍᴇᴄʜ | ᴀɪʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ | ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴄᴏɴ | ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ: Open

The seeker strode through the halls of the Decepticon base, plotting his next scheme. He had to find a way to get rid of that blasted Megatron! He should be leader, not that dumb brute! It was harder than he planned though, especially with Soundwave stalking about. He had to be subtle and careful in his planning.

[Kia_Bee]

"Course we are, that's why he's running!" Spitfire said as she passed by Ironhide. Tink yelped, not having any time to move to avoid Ironhide, causing her to phase through him. "Sorry, Hide!" She yelled over her shoulder.