VS Arms Dealing

Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Mar 19, 2008, 1:21pm

Character Name: Hot Spot, Jazz, Swindle
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Thread Type: Story
Place: Cybertron
Time:

During SotL: Prime Directive

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SotL: Prime Directive

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Prowl ordered Jazz and Hot Spot to acquire weapons for the A.W.S. Monitor.

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Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Mar 23, 2008, 10:24pm

As Jazz drove along with Hot Spot following close behind, Jazz couldn't help but be in high spirits. It had been awhile since he drove with this sense of...purpose. He wasn't on his way to some night club or kickin' bar, Prowl had restablished the sense of purpose within him, and with alarming speed at that. The other day he was blasting his music in the gutter with an aching braincore, now he was blasting his music with a sense of pride.

He cranked up the volume and inwardly bobbed his spark to the rhythm, by Primus he enjoyed of all things, the music that flowed through him. It inspired him, gave him insight, and above all, gave him hope that perhaps this war was not in vain.

His hover-craftish alt mode blew up a trail of dust as he travelled across the road, "You doin' alright back there Hot Spot?" he called out over his comm.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Mar 24, 2008, 7:41am

"I'm dandy, but could you turn up the tunes? I can hardly hear ya." Hot Spot replied

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Mar 24, 2008, 11:49am

"No problem Hot Spot!" Jazz was delighted to hear the words from the blue mech. He was so used to others complaining that upon hearing Hot Spot's approval his spark nearly exploded with joy. "Lets do this!"

He cranked the volume to window shattering proportions. His bass might have even been mistaken for a Decepticon bombardment in the distance. The ground would shudder with each blast. "Yeah!"

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Mar 24, 2008, 6:53pm

"Thats more LIKE IT!" Hot spot head banged inside his altmode.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 5, 2008, 11:49pm

The music blasted as the entered one of the shadiest spots of Cybertron's underbelly. Known as...

"The Shaft. Not they typical place you'd find two such intreped explorers... it's the kind of place they'll scrap you for your tires." Hot Spot said aloud.

The intrepid duo pulled up a suspicious looking tavern. The Broken Piston.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 6, 2008, 12:00am

Normally, any other mech would've alerted Hot Spot to the fact that he was talking out loud to himself. But not Jazz. Jazz kind of...well, dug it.

He transformed and turned down the tunes just low enough so that he could speak over them. "You ready Hot Spot?" he said with a smile thats not uncharicteristic of Jazz.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 6, 2008, 12:07am

"I was built ready."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 6, 2008, 12:26am

Jazz entered through the doorway and into the...bar? The place look like it had been turned upside down then thrown up on. Roofing was on the floor, the cieling leaked and the walls were cracked. Seated at the makeshift tables were a number of seedy mechs. Many looked like they had one foot in the scrap heap.

Jazz took note of each scowling face as he walked past. With Hot Spot just behind him, Jazz made his way to the dank and filth encrusted bar.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 6, 2008, 12:32am

"EXCUSE US!" Hot Spot shouted in the middle of the bar. "We are in search of the BLACK MARKET. It does not seem to have clearly marked signage."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 6, 2008, 12:50am

Jazz's brow peaked. "Um, what my compadre here meant to say is, we'd like some energon. Right Hot Spot?" he winked at the baby blue mech.

Jazz leaned over the bar to the bartended. "Say friend, you wouldn't happen to know of anyplace where a mech can get some firepower do ya?"

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 6, 2008, 12:52am

Hot Spot leaned over Jazz's shoulder to look seriously at the bar tender.

"We're on a mission from Primus."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 6, 2008, 1:14am

Jazz tried to just go along with it, "Yes, thats exactly it. We are on a mission to get some firearms for our boss. He likes to think he's Primus at times but seriously...you know where we can get the goods?"

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 7, 2008, 4:09pm

A smallish beige Mech approached. "'Scuse me." He said. "I, and most of the province, couldn't help but over hear your large blue friend. Are you looking for merchandise of... negotiable legality?"

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 8, 2008, 2:19am

"Yeah we might be, why? You know a place?" Jazz said, doing his best to act interested in purchasing weapons of an illegal nature. But, acting came with the job of a saboteur and he did it well when he needed to.

"Cause I need 'em quick." he continued.

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 8, 2008, 4:23pm

"The name's Swindle, my friends, andI AM the place." Swindle said. "What kinda hardware you lookin' for?"

"Excuse me." Said Hot Spot. "Doesn't 'swindle' mean 'To obtain by fraudulent means'?"

Swindle considered briefly. "No." He answered.

"Oh good." Said Hot Spot. "I think he's on the level Jazz."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 9, 2008, 1:54pm

Later that same evening...

Swindles warehouse was packed with second hand third rate junk. On trailers in the center of the room were a Turbo Plasma turret and a Galaxian class Torpedo launcher.

"These are the best I got." Swindle said.

"Best?" Hot Spot asked.

"... alright. Only." Swindle sighed. "Can I have my arms back now?"

"I'll have to consult with my superior."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 9, 2008, 5:06pm

Jazz, arms crossed nodded to Hot Spot, a smirk across his lips and a flash of blue sheened from his visor. "Yeah, he can have 'em back. "

Jazz uncrossed his arms and walked over to the literally armless Swindle and put his hand on his shoulder. "Remember, you shouldn't talk to strangers." He laid some credits on the counter across from Swindle. He wasn't a Con, he wouldn't steal. "This should cover it k? You ready to go Hot Spot?"

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by ender on Apr 10, 2008, 12:35am

"I was built ready."

Hot Spot helped Jazz hitch up the plasma turret, then backed onto the hitch of the torpedo launcher.

"It's 106 miles to the Monitor, we got a full tank of energon, half a pack of ammo, it's dark, and we're wearing visors."

Re: Arms Dealing
Post by Breaker 4.1 on Apr 10, 2008, 12:40am

"Hit it!"