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Flashes cont: Cht 4 FogThe fog of war influenced each of the Autobots differently, but none were immune to its creeping, devastating force. After eons of looking over one's shoulder, wondering if the next battle would be one's last, watching friends and fellow soldiers falling all around you, that fog closed in and could become overwhelming. As the leaders of Prime's forces, it was Prowl and Jazz who helped ensure the crew was of sound body and processor. Each had his own way of helping, and between the two of them everybot stayed as sane as could be expected.Flashes cont: Cht 4 Fog by BluebirdSoaring
Jazz acted as the unofficial morale officer, always flashing a contagious grin and playing his music extra loud to help lift the sparks of those near him. He always had time for a bot that just needed to talk or vent over a cube of high grade. He also helped the Twins and their pranks from time to time, much to the amusement and chagrin of Prime, Prowl, and most of all, Ratchet. He always faced each away mission with bravado and humor, downplaying its
Flashes Cont: Cht 3 TreatIt was always such a treat to spend time in the Decepticon brig, Jazz thought bitterly. This is not what I was thinkin' when I told Ratch I needed a vacation! At least I've got company this time. But poor Prowler just isn't up to much talkin' right yet.Flashes Cont: Cht 3 Treat by BluebirdSoaring
Technically, Prowl hadn't come online again since the initial ambush inside the Decepticon base, so his being chatty (which he was no Bluestreak even on the best of days) was the least of concerns to Jazz right now. But focusing on Prowl kept his processor off of less pleasant thoughts about his own injuries or what was going to happen next.
"Well, at least it looks like Raj made it out ok. I haven't seen or heard one peep outa him so I'm hopin' he split and headed back home. At least that was your plan if things went to pit on us, like they did," Jazz mused.
It was harder than he expected to keep up a one sided conversation. He wasn't use to Prowl saying much when they did talk, but he would at least look interested and nod occasionall
Flashes cont: Cht 2 GraveyardProwl did some of his best tactical planning while sitting in a graveyard.Flashes cont: Cht 2 Graveyard by BluebirdSoaring
In a way he had done the same while still on Cybertron. Planning battles was his life and core programming, and what better place to do it than on recent battlefields, often still covered with the deactivated shells of friends and foes. Others thought he was unfeeling to be able to walk with seeming disinterest through the dead. But for Prowl it was a reminder of what he was fighting for, feeling the pain of loss for each and every fallen Autobot, and some measure of pity for the fallen Decepticons. They were all Cybertronians, all fighting for a better future as seen through their own ideals. But those deactivated faceplates all staring up at him with darkened optics kept him focused and able to fight the next battle. At his core he hated the killing and eternal battles of Megatron's civil war. Even the fallen had to be stripped for parts rather than have traditional monuments built to entomb them. It was the f
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