The Shape of Us

Duties

AN: SazzyKawaiiCatX3 and I will have the next chapter up soon and hopefully a summary for the story. We're just seeing where this will go since the Jazz x Prowl ship has so many possibilities.

As Sazzy would say, "Always stay fluffy, and ship till the end!~"

The Ark had set sail from planet Cybertron for the last time, plowing through the endless void of space with no final destination. Merely the twinkling stars were visible through the darkness.They being the only light left, to tell the passengers aboard the great ship, that they were not alone in this vast universe.

The Autobots looked behind them to their mother planet with heavy sparks, watching in horror as it shattered and fell apart. Crumbling and eating itself from the inside out. Its eternal life and energon reservoirs had burned to ash, leaving nothing but destruction. Crying out in despair at the war its very children had created upon its soil.

Optimus Prime stood at the observation deck, watching as he grew further and further away from his home world. It was a hard decision that he had to make, for many precious lives were on his shoulders. All these futures and dreams that were not only his, but everyone's aboard this ship.

"Optimus." A mech approached him from his right, giving the solomn leader his space. "What is the course we are taking sir?" Prowl, Optimus Prime's faithful Second in Command stood holding a data pad. His white Highway Patrol wings raised with pride.

"I do not know, my friend" The Autobot leader's baritone voice held sadness and guilt in it, as if blaming himself for the tragedy. Prowl seemed to frown at that. "But what I do know, is that we may travel far and wide for a new home. And that we shall never lose hope."

Prowl's bright optics widened slightly and he gave a small nod, having full faith and trust in his leader. In all Prowls years of knowing the Prime, not once had he doubted his decisions. Even if he didn't know the motive behind them, he never questioned him.

While prowl and Optimus continued to talk of creating a structure for the Autobots, the lower level of the ship was thick with tension and emotions. Everyone had lost everything, some, more then others.

"Where the frag are we going to go!?" A tiny, yet fierce red Autobot shouted, slamming his energon cube on the table harshly. "We barely have any fuel and no destination! If you ask me, the Prime is sending us out to our deaths!" The bot's words rippled through what was the Rec Room, where many gathered to take a break from a day's work, however today it was used to clean and choose rooms on the ship.

Not all agreed with his words however. A large black Autobot stood in the corner, arms over his chassis. He was trying to give all his attention on the growing tension in the room to keep his processor off the loss of his sparkmate. His dear Chromia.

Over by the energon dispenser, a black and white mech frowned. A giant blue number four was painted on his chassis and his visor brightened with worry. He didn't like arguing. And especially not among comrades. He was trying to think of something to lighten the mood, to ease everyone's thoughts and distract them from the great mess they were all in all together. But nothing seemed to come up, not this time.

"Yo whiny aft, instead of standing there and crying over something that can't fragging be changed, why don't you shut up and sit down!" A small red bot stood up, walking forwards and glaring into the shorter mechs optics. He was backed by a golden twin. The only difference was his audial fins and the hate in his optics.

Immediately the black and white bot was standing between them, smiling and gently pushing the red minibot off the table. "Whoa now Cliffjumper, c'mon... Let's not shout at each other. We all know that gets us nowhere."

The minibot known as Cliffjumper gave him a sour expression, grumbling and going quiet for the time being. His optics narrowed at the twins with a huff.

The mech turns to the twins next, eyeing the golden bot's servos tightened into a fist cautiously, but he never lost his cheerful smile. "Don't worry, Cliff complains all the time, no matter what's happenin. So no need ta get violent, okay? Ah know he gets on yer nerves, but ya jus gotta ignore em."

"Jazz, ya fraggin-" Cliffjumper opened his mouth to argue, angry and scowling at the mech, but suddenly his mouth was full of energon which made him sputter and cough. Jazz, the black and white armored bot grinned calmly, setting the half empty cube back down on the table.

"See? Totally ignored." About half the rec room turned to quiet snickers, the tense air seeming to finally dissipate at the joke.

Jazz could almost sag in relief, glad he stopped what would have been a full out brawl from erupting. He could see the red twin grin and elbow his brother in amusement, his bright optics alight with glee and mischief. The small bot looked as though he found a secret stash of energon sweets in someone's storage, jumping on the heels of his peds in excitement.

It was honestly a little concerning, but Jazz shrugged it off for the time being. He grinned at everyone, and lifted a cube of high grade from the counter. Raising it in the air as a salute or cheer. "C'mon then! Smile, mah mechs, we're goin on an adventure!" 

AN: So what did you guys think? A good start so far? Where would you like to see this go?
We hope you enjoyed it, and until next time, we'll see you in the next chapter!~ ^-^