Voltron/Transformers Crossover

Just In Time

 Everything felt like nothing and nothing felt like everything. His memory board seemed to be in a fizz as Jazz continued to ponder through the never ending landscape, light blue distant hills bordering the vast desert like terrain. The landscape wavered as the bright rays of sun made the sand sparkle like shards of glass. The blue sky and nature reminded Jazz of Earth; how the sun would highlight the mountains and volcanoes in a halo of yellow, orange, and red, and how when snow fell, it was light and angelic.

What was not angelic was the fact that this was not Earth, and that the Autobots friends he had been launched off Cybertron with were nowhere to be seen. The only clue that they were here was the giant hole in the sky, a haunting eye that watched Jazz's every move. It reminded him through a fake telepathy that he was nowhere near where he needed to be; at his friends' side.

His motherboard was filled to the brim with thoughts and questions, over taking his line of vision, only clearing when his foot slipped. Rocks crumbled into a large canyon of yellowish rock, blending into the deep depths of darkness below. Jazz barely managed to catch himself, saving himself from ending up in a pit of eternal nothingness.

"That was all too close for comfort." Jazz sighed, scanning the canyon when a glint of metal caught his optics. It was a Decepticon escape pod.

"Oh dear Primus. I do not want to deal with you all right now, man!" Jazz cursed to himself, as curiosity sent him sliding down into the canyon. The canyon was narrow, probably here before the pod, and the pod just got unlucky. But it wasn't the canyon he was worried about, it was who was inside.

With a grunt, he jumped to a skinny platform that lined the wall. Ignoring the loose rocks that crumbled beneath and beside him, Jazz planted his feet in a wide stance, and put all effort into tearing into the metal.

The metal creaked and the pod tilted slightly. The nuts and bolts gave, the release sending Jazz to the floor and the metal flying over his head.

Jazz got up with a sigh, and brushed the dust off his metal plating. It glided down to the ground below him, combining with the dust that took off into the air with each step.

Red paint, a spilling blue liquid, and the pained voice of Ironhide greeted him at the opening to the pod.

"Where am I? Jazz? Jazz!"

"Good to see again, man. What happened to you?" Jazz took a step onto the edge of the pod, offering a hand to Ironhide. Ironhide's mouth opened to say something, but something silenced him. The pod tilted downward, and with seconds to spare, Jazz pulled Ironhide onto the ledge, swapping places with him.

He felt the air try to catch him, as both him and the escape pod fell toward the darkness at the bottom of the canyon. Death had come and was about to chomp down on him like a feisty Sharkticon.

"Jazz!" Ironhide leaped, sliding to the edge, and grabbed Jazz's outstretched wrist. Jazz grunted as his body hit the rocky wall in front of him. Death crawled back into his cave, waiting for his next victim who will not be entering that cave today.

"Nice catch!"

"Climb already! I'm not gonna hold you for a full cycle." Ironhide's hand slightly slipped, but clung just long enough for Jazz to pull himself onto the cliff's edge.

"Thanks for the catch, bro."

"Thanks...thanks for finding me." Ironhide, clinging to his side, walked alongside his friend, glad to be among a friend, not a foe.