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Transformers: Moments
Moment 2: 'Platinum Jazz'
‘That’s not how ya do it. Yer usin’ the wron’ type fer the job.’
“You can’t seriously be telling me how to play Pokemon.” I growled, ordering my Piplup to tackle an annoying Starly.
‘Ain’t my fault yer doin’ it wron’.’
“I am not doing it wrong!” I retorted, pumping my fist once the Starly fainted.
“Ha! Told you!”
‘That’s dumb luck, little lady. Ya won’t be able to pull that off later.’
“You’re just a sore loser.” I teased, smiling now as I guided my character away from her hometown.
“Angel?”
Looking up from my DS, I blinked at Ratchet’s confused faceplate.
“Yeah?”
“Who are you talking to?”
Frowning now, I looked around the room I had been stuck in since I woke up the week before, wondering if Ratchet’s audios were working.
“Jazz. He keeps telling me how to play my game, even though I’m doing just fine-.”
“You can’t be talking to Jazz.”
My frown deepened.
“Why not? Is he not allowed in here?”
“You can’t be because Jazz was offlined at Mission City.”
…
By the time my brain had rebooted, Ratchet had run five scans and was midway through a sixth, disbelieving.
“That can’t be…” He muttered.
“What can’t be?” I demanded, on-edge.
“There’s AllSpark energy infused in your spark…And Jazz’s spark is attached to yours.”
I blinked dumbly for a moment.
“…So the AllSpark is in me, and I have a dead mech attached to my life-giving organ?”
He nodded.
“…WHAT!?!”
I’m pretty sure the entire base shook after that one…
“You can’t seriously be telling me how to play Pokemon.” I growled, ordering my Piplup to tackle an annoying Starly.
‘Ain’t my fault yer doin’ it wron’.’
“I am not doing it wrong!” I retorted, pumping my fist once the Starly fainted.
“Ha! Told you!”
‘That’s dumb luck, little lady. Ya won’t be able to pull that off later.’
“You’re just a sore loser.” I teased, smiling now as I guided my character away from her hometown.
“Angel?”
Looking up from my DS, I blinked at Ratchet’s confused faceplate.
“Yeah?”
“Who are you talking to?”
Frowning now, I looked around the room I had been stuck in since I woke up the week before, wondering if Ratchet’s audios were working.
“Jazz. He keeps telling me how to play my game, even though I’m doing just fine-.”
“You can’t be talking to Jazz.”
My frown deepened.
“Why not? Is he not allowed in here?”
“You can’t be because Jazz was offlined at Mission City.”
…
By the time my brain had rebooted, Ratchet had run five scans and was midway through a sixth, disbelieving.
“That can’t be…” He muttered.
“What can’t be?” I demanded, on-edge.
“There’s AllSpark energy infused in your spark…And Jazz’s spark is attached to yours.”
I blinked dumbly for a moment.
“…So the AllSpark is in me, and I have a dead mech attached to my life-giving organ?”
He nodded.
“…WHAT!?!”
I’m pretty sure the entire base shook after that one…