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ante_luceTitle: Spectrum
'Verse: TFA
Characters: Ultra Magnus. Jazz.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not quite sticky but implies parts that can make with the sticky.
The flash of colour first caught his attention when they sparred, moving easily across the training floor. Jazz was one of the few Ultra Magnus felt comfortable trading blows with, the cyberninja's skill level more than a match for a Magnus's upgraded strength. He might be able to hit harder, but that meant nothing unless the blow connected, and the visored mech was fast.
That flicker piqued his curiosity though. He'd thought the white bot's rank detailing was red- whoops he'd gotten distracted, not a good thing when your opponent was a ninja. Barely catching the kick aimed at his head, he blinked at the faint smirk on Jazz's face.
“Attention wandering, sir? Why Magnus, I think my feelings are hurt.”
It figured that the white mech would be unaffected by his awkward stance, as well as find their position no inhibitor towards conversation.
“I'm still a match for you, even with my focus elsewhere.”
Shooting the ninjabot a dry look, the Magnus glanced at the mech's foot, still in his grip, to indicate his point, and for some reason couldn't stop his optics from travelling down the sleek limb to... Something purple sat where red used to be and he swallowed hard.
“Still, you'd think that a bot would get your full attention when you're, you know, facing them.”
And his processors, already firmly on their less than professional track, read far more into that line than he really should allow. His intakes sputtered and his grip slackened, and before he knew it he was flat on his back with a ninja across his chestplates and a hand on his throat.
“Suppose I'll just have to reach out and just take it then.”
He blinked up at Jazz, absently noting the assessing expression on the visored mech's face.
“Hm, you're definitely wider across than the average bot. Course, I already knew that, but I like to make sure.”
“And this 'making sure' couldn't have been done standing up? It would have been quicker.”
Bad processors. Very bad.
“Oh, of course sir. But I'm not one to say no to an opportunity as it comes up.”
Jazz chuckled, sliding down, knees hitting the ground on either side of his head (and this close, he could see the purple gleam clearly as the mech moved over him and oh dear sweet AllSpark was that what he thought it-) before coming to his feet and offering him a hand up. He took it, standing and staring at the mech now looking at him, innocent as a sparkling, all panels closed and red detailing where it should be.
“Will there be anything else, Magnus?”
“... No. Not at the moment.”
Jazz grinned and left at the dismissal, and Ultra Magnus went to spend a long, cold decabreem in the washracks.
= = =
He found himself stopping at the training deck again, watching the lone mech going up against a holographic foe, the blue light of Jazz's laser nunchacko and visor an intense glow against the backdrop of the darkened room.
Then the mech's visor went dark and the Magnus found himself shifting in consternation, only to realise the ninja was still fighting, moving as if he was still sighted.
A flash and the hardlight was dissipating as Jazz withdrew his weapons from the fallen simulation's form. Ultra Magnus's grip dented the viewing window railings when he realised the blue glimmer emanating from the mech was too low down to be his visor, and didn't fade as he stowed his nunchako.
The Guardsmech exited the room and the larger mech caught up with him,demanding asking, in a dignified, calm manner as he swept his gaze over the black and white form of the ninja.
“How?!”
“Mm? Oh, light's got different wavelengths, right? They start out pretty short, but get longer as we move down the spectrum from ultraviolet to purple to red. Once you twig onto the specific ones the holos use, you can fight them blindfolded.”
And with that cheerful explanation, Jazz left, Ultra Magnus staring at his receding form.
= = =
The meeting was going as well as it could, he supposed. Perceptor had managed to keep his technical briefing under a decabreem and vaguely on par with the average mech's understanding, Sentinel looked lightyears away, the twins were paying him at least the nominal amount of respect due by being silent during their fidgeting, and Jazz... well Jazz could be in recharge for all he knew. It wasn't like he could see through that visor and the ninja's Guard at AttentionTM expression, even after associating with the white mech for so long.
He wondered what it would take to shatter the mech's ever present poise, then shoved the thought aside as his CPU began giving him all sorts of unhelpful suggestions.
Sighing internally, the Magnus set down his datapad and began to wind up the proceedings, glancing at his audience and completely forgetting his next words when black and white legs uncrossed and a hint of green caught his optic.
Somehow, he got them out of the room without embarrassing himself.
= = =
The twins were too quiet. While thankful for the lack of disruption while buried in work, experience had taught him to be suspicious about said quietness. Ultra Magnus started for their quarters, dreading what he might find, only to stop when he saw the cyberninja heading his way.
“Have you seen Jetfire and Jetstorm?”
“Yeah. I told them that you were busy and got them to be quiet.”
“I see. Thank you. How did you manage that?”
“Got these rust goodies that they like. I'd estimate they're about... oh, the size of one of your fingers, and really, really orange. You've got big hands, so the peace should last at least until Sentinel comes by for them. And then they'll be his problem, mm?”
A wink and the white ninja was sauntering off with a laugh, leaving him to head back into his room to beat his head in against the wall.
= = =
After the... particular decacycle he'd had, finding Jazz in his quarters (and on his berth) was almost expected. Optics making their now accustomed pilgrimage down, he stopped when all he saw was red, and stalled when he realised the red wasn't triangle shaped. Stalking over, he rested a fingertip on the bright circle, tracing the raised surface gently.
“It's a little smaller than you. Thought you might like to give some things your complete and personal attention.”
“And how did you find out that detail?”
He raised an optic ridge at the mech and received a smirk in return.
“Hacked your files.”
“Against the law.”
“Gonna punish me, sir?”
He smiled and twisted, slowly, and was rewarded with a flicker of a visor and a quick breath.
“Oh yes...”
'Verse: TFA
Characters: Ultra Magnus. Jazz.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not quite sticky but implies parts that can make with the sticky.
The flash of colour first caught his attention when they sparred, moving easily across the training floor. Jazz was one of the few Ultra Magnus felt comfortable trading blows with, the cyberninja's skill level more than a match for a Magnus's upgraded strength. He might be able to hit harder, but that meant nothing unless the blow connected, and the visored mech was fast.
That flicker piqued his curiosity though. He'd thought the white bot's rank detailing was red- whoops he'd gotten distracted, not a good thing when your opponent was a ninja. Barely catching the kick aimed at his head, he blinked at the faint smirk on Jazz's face.
“Attention wandering, sir? Why Magnus, I think my feelings are hurt.”
It figured that the white mech would be unaffected by his awkward stance, as well as find their position no inhibitor towards conversation.
“I'm still a match for you, even with my focus elsewhere.”
Shooting the ninjabot a dry look, the Magnus glanced at the mech's foot, still in his grip, to indicate his point, and for some reason couldn't stop his optics from travelling down the sleek limb to... Something purple sat where red used to be and he swallowed hard.
“Still, you'd think that a bot would get your full attention when you're, you know, facing them.”
And his processors, already firmly on their less than professional track, read far more into that line than he really should allow. His intakes sputtered and his grip slackened, and before he knew it he was flat on his back with a ninja across his chestplates and a hand on his throat.
“Suppose I'll just have to reach out and just take it then.”
He blinked up at Jazz, absently noting the assessing expression on the visored mech's face.
“Hm, you're definitely wider across than the average bot. Course, I already knew that, but I like to make sure.”
“And this 'making sure' couldn't have been done standing up? It would have been quicker.”
Bad processors. Very bad.
“Oh, of course sir. But I'm not one to say no to an opportunity as it comes up.”
Jazz chuckled, sliding down, knees hitting the ground on either side of his head (and this close, he could see the purple gleam clearly as the mech moved over him and oh dear sweet AllSpark was that what he thought it-) before coming to his feet and offering him a hand up. He took it, standing and staring at the mech now looking at him, innocent as a sparkling, all panels closed and red detailing where it should be.
“Will there be anything else, Magnus?”
“... No. Not at the moment.”
Jazz grinned and left at the dismissal, and Ultra Magnus went to spend a long, cold decabreem in the washracks.
= = =
He found himself stopping at the training deck again, watching the lone mech going up against a holographic foe, the blue light of Jazz's laser nunchacko and visor an intense glow against the backdrop of the darkened room.
Then the mech's visor went dark and the Magnus found himself shifting in consternation, only to realise the ninja was still fighting, moving as if he was still sighted.
A flash and the hardlight was dissipating as Jazz withdrew his weapons from the fallen simulation's form. Ultra Magnus's grip dented the viewing window railings when he realised the blue glimmer emanating from the mech was too low down to be his visor, and didn't fade as he stowed his nunchako.
The Guardsmech exited the room and the larger mech caught up with him,
“How?!”
“Mm? Oh, light's got different wavelengths, right? They start out pretty short, but get longer as we move down the spectrum from ultraviolet to purple to red. Once you twig onto the specific ones the holos use, you can fight them blindfolded.”
And with that cheerful explanation, Jazz left, Ultra Magnus staring at his receding form.
= = =
The meeting was going as well as it could, he supposed. Perceptor had managed to keep his technical briefing under a decabreem and vaguely on par with the average mech's understanding, Sentinel looked lightyears away, the twins were paying him at least the nominal amount of respect due by being silent during their fidgeting, and Jazz... well Jazz could be in recharge for all he knew. It wasn't like he could see through that visor and the ninja's Guard at AttentionTM expression, even after associating with the white mech for so long.
He wondered what it would take to shatter the mech's ever present poise, then shoved the thought aside as his CPU began giving him all sorts of unhelpful suggestions.
Sighing internally, the Magnus set down his datapad and began to wind up the proceedings, glancing at his audience and completely forgetting his next words when black and white legs uncrossed and a hint of green caught his optic.
Somehow, he got them out of the room without embarrassing himself.
= = =
The twins were too quiet. While thankful for the lack of disruption while buried in work, experience had taught him to be suspicious about said quietness. Ultra Magnus started for their quarters, dreading what he might find, only to stop when he saw the cyberninja heading his way.
“Have you seen Jetfire and Jetstorm?”
“Yeah. I told them that you were busy and got them to be quiet.”
“I see. Thank you. How did you manage that?”
“Got these rust goodies that they like. I'd estimate they're about... oh, the size of one of your fingers, and really, really orange. You've got big hands, so the peace should last at least until Sentinel comes by for them. And then they'll be his problem, mm?”
A wink and the white ninja was sauntering off with a laugh, leaving him to head back into his room to beat his head in against the wall.
= = =
After the... particular decacycle he'd had, finding Jazz in his quarters (and on his berth) was almost expected. Optics making their now accustomed pilgrimage down, he stopped when all he saw was red, and stalled when he realised the red wasn't triangle shaped. Stalking over, he rested a fingertip on the bright circle, tracing the raised surface gently.
“It's a little smaller than you. Thought you might like to give some things your complete and personal attention.”
“And how did you find out that detail?”
He raised an optic ridge at the mech and received a smirk in return.
“Hacked your files.”
“Against the law.”
“Gonna punish me, sir?”
He smiled and twisted, slowly, and was rewarded with a flicker of a visor and a quick breath.
“Oh yes...”
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Date: 2010-10-22 04:09 pm (UTC)This is a fun read and that last line of Ultra magnus's makes him seem a whole lot more sexy. *snickers* Jazz is gonna get some *singsongs*
Nice ficcie :p glad you posted ^_^ *nuzz*
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Date: 2010-10-22 04:15 pm (UTC)I still blame you for this :p
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Date: 2010-10-22 05:19 pm (UTC)*shameless* ¬_____¬ tee hee hee
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Date: 2010-10-22 08:12 pm (UTC)Jazz, you naughty, naughty, ninja. It's not nice to tease those who can't fight back.
Just glad I didn't have my knitting in hand, or my icon would be far more accurate. ^_^
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Date: 2010-10-23 04:49 am (UTC)Well, Jazz is also a fair ninja, so Ultra Magnus is gonna have ample opportunity to exact a little payback ;3
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Date: 2010-10-22 10:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-23 04:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-10-23 02:33 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-10-23 10:45 pm (UTC)Great work as always :D
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Date: 2010-10-24 07:43 am (UTC)