Inflitration

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Characters: @jazz, Open
Location: The Nemisis
Content Warnings: TBD
Plot Summary: Jazz has successfully infiltrated the Decepticon ranks and has been busily collecting intel without giving himself away. But, with the number of Decepticon players growing, the mission is getting more and more dangerous.

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He'd thought he had a handle on what kind of power the 'Cons were packing. They'd had Megatron, yeah. Soundwave, Shockwave, and a couple of other heavy hitters. He'd even been 80% certain that at least one member of the DJD had been around. But, he'd figured that, so long as it was just one, things were work out fine.

He hadn't known about Tarn,, sorry, Ratch. He hadn't known about the other members being there. Or, really, just how many big timers the Decepticons had. And more seemed to be arriving all the time. All in all...he'd misjudged the situation.

It had happened before, and it would likely happen again. All he had to do was roll with the punches and keep his feet. He'd known this wouldn't be easy. But, thus far, he'd stayed as far under the radar as possible. Oh, he figured that they were keeping a close eye on him, simply because of what he had done to their efforts over the years. His lip components quirked in a small smirk. Flattering, boys, really. They likely suspected his true purpose. But, watched or not, he was on board, and he'd already discovered some interesting things. Not enough to pull out quite yet, but, a decent amount. He hadn't even needed to hack into anything yet, a move which could alert Soundwave to his intentions. He'd just listened and watched, quietly observing.

He moved down the hallway now, ignoring the wrongness of the Deception emblem on his chest. Primus, that just wasn't right. But, what was that human saying? Beggars can't be choosers? Well, he was making a big gamble right now, one of the biggest he'd ever made. And he'd take every advantage he could, even if it didn't feel right.

[Hypnos]

Not much had changed over the years, Hypnos had found, but when Playback had told her that Jazz of all people had defected to the Decepticons, she just couldn't believe it. She wanted to see it with her own eyes... eye, and sending Playback in first had been too easy of a solution in the past. There was only one way to verify it: up close and personal. So, that's exactly what Hypnos did.

Being that her pedes weren't actually pedes, but really a set of talons, Hypnos's footsteps gave off only the most menacing sound. Cold, distant, and deliberate. She stalked just behind Jazz, leaning forward with her arms tucked behind her back, walking with the gait of a vulture looking towards it's next meal. Hypnos was hungry after thirty years in stasis lock, after all. She just wanted a friendly chat with the so called defected master spy, that was all.

This was going to be interesting.

[Ravage]

Autobot. Spy. Asassin. Thorn in his side. These were things that Ravage associated with the black and white mech as he glared at him from around the corner. It was unacceptable to him to have this mech here. He didn't belong here, was likely there to make trouble, to steal intell, to make things go badly when they had finally turned in the favor of the Depepticons. Well he couldn't allow that to happen.

The feline spy slinked in closer, circling around large pedes until he was darting right up alongside the "former" autobot.

"Mech shouldn't get too comfortable." He hissed then slinked back and clambered up the large femme to perch on her shoulder so he could be closer to optic level. "Doesn't belong here."

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It had been so strange..

Wildbreak could have sworn that his fellow Stunticons had been with him, but one day he turned around and realized they weren't there.  Had they just gone off to parts unknown without him?  Had he somehow managed to get separated from them and it had just taken him this long to realize it?

He simply shrugged to himself, but one thing he knew was that he wasn't going to make it on his own.. and there was only one thing he could think of to do:  It was time to move back in with the folks.

When he first got onto the Nemesis, the Stunticon had been overwhelmed by the size of the place.. and there was nowhere to go racing!  Where was he supposed to fulfill those needs to go racing?  At least he had his carrier and sire on board, and that's who he was gonna stay with until he figured out what was going on.  At least this way he could get the Energon he needed and such to function.

Wildbreak had just been heading towards the medical bay at the moment that he bumped into Jazz as he hadn't been paying attention to where he was going.  Most would have shifted the blame to the other party, but he'd been a bit more pre-occupied in making sure they hadn't accidentally traded paint.  It didn't help any knowing there had been others around to see his clumsy mistake.  So naturally, he returned his attention to Jazz.

"Sorry!  Didn't mean to bump ya.  Ya new round here?  I ain't never seen ya before.  In fact I ain't seem a lotta people on board.  Don't think I've seen ya on Cybertron either.  You from Cybertron?"

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Inside the medical bay, Breakdown was putting away Knock Out's scalpels after another marginally-successful vehicon repair. He could hear a commotion nearby, outside, and peeked out. Heh, that so-called master-spy and Wildbreak. His son, close to his own spark, already starting to make new friends.

"Heh, making friends already, Wildbreak?" He questioned with a smirk.

He glanced up to the others nearby, rumbling deeply in thought. Were they following Jazz, maybe? Or just in the area?

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Jazz had been almost immediately aware he was being followed. One, he'd expected it. And, two, he was far too experienced a spy to be caught off guard in such way. Even before he'd heard the follower's approach, he'd felt that tell-tale prickle at his back.

As he neared the medibay, he slowed, turning with a 'surprised' expression, as though he'd just heard the footsteps and turned to engage. When he was facing the bot, a femme, he believed, he cocked his head slightly, observing her. His saboteur's mind was calculating a number of possible ways to bring her down physically. But, he quieted that side of himself and let his expression creep back into a half-smirk.

"Well hello, there. I don't think we've met."

His voice carried that same tone of easy-going confidence that he was so well known for. He folded his arms loosely, propping his shoulder against the wall. It was a graceful movement, like a large, predatory cat stretching out to lounge.

Not even Ravage's entrance could deter his smooth attitude. There the cat was. He'd wondered when he might see him. Soundwave's little lackey. Good. He had confirmation of this particular piece's whereabouts for the moment. Behind his visor, Jazz's optics followed the feline bot, watching as he clambered up the femme's frame.

"So ya came slinkin' out of the shadows to greet meh. It must be a special occasion," he drawled, his signature vocal pattern shifting over the words, "And here I was thinkin' ya didn't like meh."

His half-smirk remained well in place, visor glinting blankly. He looked as relaxed as could be, leaning against the wall as he was. But, he was more than ready to spring. Yeah, he wore the emblem. But he had no guarantee that someone wouldn't jump him. Still, he maintained his 'easy' persona, not moving when he heard the heavy pedefalls of another mech before said mech crashed into him. Dodging would have set his observers on edge. Demonstrating clumsiness? That would likely lead to derision.

He glanced back at the mech as he began to apologize. Well, now, there was a surprise. A Decepticon apologizing.

"No harm done, my mech," he replied, holding up his hands in a gesture of being unharmed, "Ya could say I'm new 'round here. And, yeah, I'm originally from Cybertron, same as every other bot."

The slightest hint of amusement colored his tone at that last bit. This must be one of those 'universe hoppers'. Huh.

The appearance of Breakdown caused him to turn his head slightly, just enough to fully register the newcomer. Four 'Cons. And none of 'em were pushovers, that much he knew or could tell. Hopefully, they wouldn't see fit to gang up on him in the hallway. He'd rather not be put at the mercy of a Decepticon medic.

[Hypnos]

If Hypnos wasn't menacing enough normally, the sudden appearance of Ravage perching atop her shoulders certainly made her all the more imposing. Ravage was much less overt than Playback, which she could appreciate in a Decepticon. She simply watched Jazz as both Wildbreak and Breakdown just happened to bump into him, taking his attention away from the rather sinister-looking traffic light staring back at him.

She had already been given full clearance to exercise her power over Jazz on the basis of his yet-unconfirmed loyalties, much to her pleasure. Hypnos was no child, however. Her hand hovered over the executioner's switch, knowing that she could throw it at any time. But she wouldn't. If her suspicions were correct, she had the most devilish plan devised. Barring interference from dumb and dumber, this would go smoothly.

"How has that boss of yours been? I haven't seen him in decades..." she said to Ravage.

[Ravage]

Ravage bared his fangs at Jazz, hissing at him in an expression of his displeasure. He stayed perched where he was, however. He had better vantage and protection on Hypnos' shoulder than on the ground where he could be stepped on easily. The other two were insignificant to his radar, other than noting their presence and that he should be warned of their plodding pedes.

He hated Jazz. They tended to thwart each others ventures as spied periodically, Jazz moreso towards Ravage then the other way around. But Jazz was older than Ravage by some bit so he wasn't surprised. He'd get there, and the longer this went on the better he got at his own craft. And he was smaller and easier to hide, and certainly he didn't stand out near as much as the other did. Nor did he make it a habit of being loud in the presence of others. The best spy was a quiet one that nobody ever noticed.

His body vibrated as he growled at the other, but didn't deign to rise to the bait presented by the mech. Instead he tipped his head slightly to regard the femme he was perched on, trying to decide if he should answer her question or not. In the end, he opted to answer.

"Soundwave fine, been attending sparkling. Autobots stole one, brought it back." He didn't care if everyone knew about the tiny mechlet that he'd given to his boss to care for properly.