FIC: Police Chase
Aug. 27th, 2012 02:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wicked3659Title: Police Chase
Verse: TFA
Rating: PG 13 (for human curse words)
Characters: Jazz, Lockdown, Crumplezone
Prompt: Rare pairing – He’s mine now
Summary: Based after ‘Five Servos of Doom’, before end of season 3; Jazz is patrolling the highways of Cybertron and attends to what he thinks is a routine call out for a speeding racer. Not all things are as they appear to be.
A/N: Um, I have toyed with posting and not posting, I don't think it meets the prompt very well but meh.
Thanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
niyazi_a for brainstorming of characters and suggesting Crumplezone. And eerian_sadow for encouragement
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Picking up the communique over his comm. Jazz shook his helm and transformed immediately, setting off at high speed down the highway. The laws on racing were clear and yet mechs insisted on breaking them whenever they felt like it. That being said, Jazz thought to himself, it’d been a while since he’d been in a good chase, was always nice to stretch one’s engine every once in a while. Even more satisfying when it was done in the name of duty and keeping the peace. Revving his engine, he accelerated off the ramp onto the next high way and vaulted into the air at break-neck speed, scrambling over low lying roof tops, transforming before he hit the ground with a screech, he continued on the expressway where the racer had been sighted.
His sharply tuned sensors and audio picked up the rumble of the racer’s engine, Focusing in ahead of him, Jazz smirked inwardly as he spotted the culprit. The mech was a three-wheeled race car, built for speed, loaded with power, bigger than Jazz but the ninja wasn’t too concerned with that, he’d taken down much bigger mechs than he in the past. It was what he was trained to do.
Speeding up, Jazz gained ground over the speeding mech, he was closing in, it wouldn’t be long now. The mech was driving erratically though, narrowly avoiding adjacent traffic as he swerved to overtake and weave his way through. Concerned, Jazz increased his speed until he was right on his tail pipe. The mech was either overcharged and out of his processor or – and this was the more worrying prospect – he was scared out of his mind. Other than him, Jazz couldn’t think what had the racer running scared but he was endangering lives and that he wasn’t going to tolerate. Transforming as the mech swerved to avoid a transport truck, Jazz leapt into the air and ran along the top of the truck before landing on the other side, already in his alt mode, pulling up alongside the race car.
“PULL OVER!” He commanded loudly, keeping up with the large three-wheeler.
“Can’t, not going to let him get me. Not again, could barely afford to replace what he took last time!”
Not really expecting a discourse on the matter, Jazz accelerated slightly past the racer and nudged the nose of his alt mode, sending him into a spin onto the breakdown lane. “That was not a request!” Moving over to the side of the road himself, Jazz transformed and whipped out his nunchaku in case things got ugly. He winced at the damage caused to the racer when he’d impacted the crash barrier and shook his helm in admonishment. “What were you thinking, mech? Do you realise how fast you were going?”
“No no no! This can’t be happening.” The mech transformed and glared at Jazz. “Fraggin’ guard, you killed me, you know that?”
Scowling at the mech, Jazz clamped the stasis cuffs on him before he could put up a fight – it wasn’t that difficult given that the racer was too busy looking over his shoulders where he’d come from to notice what Jazz was doing – “Yeah blame me, because you were caught speeding. That’s new.” Jazz replied sarcastically as he called in the arrest, scanning the mech’s ID chip embedded in his faction symbol to retrieve his designation. “You’re under arrest, Crumplezone.”
“You can’t do this. He’s going to kill you too, guards mech. You’ve don’t it now, you’ve fraggin’ done it now!” The mech rambled, panicking as he strained futilely against the stasis cuffs, preventing him from moving or struggling very much at all.
Frowning at the mech, bemused by his ranting, Jazz pulled out his high grade detector. “You have had one too many cubes of high grade I think. Do you even know what you’re talking about?”
“I believe he’s talkin’ about me.”
Jazz spun round at the sound of the gravelly vocals. Gripping his nunchaku tighter, he growled softly at the green and black mech walking casually towards them, with a large plasma rifle pointed right at them in his good hand. “Lockdown.” He stated quietly. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face.”
“EG, you’ve got some nerve.” The bounty hunter’s wide mouth stretched across his face as he smirked, smugly down at the smaller ninja. “Ballsy moves you pulled out there on that highway. Glitched but ballsy.”
“Ballsy?” Jazz repeated incredulously, raising an optic ridge above his visor, not lessening his guard any, his whole frame tensed ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
Lockdown grinned. “Earth lingo, thought you’d like it. You spend enough time on that mud-ball. Means you got some ball bearin’s. You’re not afraid to take risks.” His ruby optics looked Jazz up and down slowly as though assessing a new mod. “Could always use a mech with your kind o’ talents.” He added lightly.
Jazz let out a low sharp laugh, no trace of mirth on his faceplates. “You’re delusional, mech. It didn’t work on Prowl and it isn’t going to work on me.”
“Worth a try.” Lockdown drawled insincerely, giving Jazz a shrug, his weapon unwavering from its aim directly at Jazz’s spark. “Now we can do this the easy way; with you giving me what I came for, nice and cordial-like, or the easier way with me stepping over you with a large hole in your chest.” He smirked. “Can’t say I don’t give you options, now, which is it to be, EG?”
“Don’t give me to him, he’ll kill me.” The other ‘con pleaded, holding out his cuffed hands to Jazz. “You can beat him, you’re one of them ninjas... and you’re an Elite Guard you can’t let him take me, you have a duty.”
“Shut your hole, fraggin’ slag heap.” Lockdown grumbled his optics remaining fixed on the white and black ninja between them. “Mech has to earn his keep, EG. Twinkle-toes here is mine, you can just… walk away.”
“I don’t think so.” Jazz replied steadily, a plan forming in his processor. Glancing back at the prisoner staring at them with bright, fearful optics, Jazz silently weighed up his options. Crumplezone, although a decepticon was a small town mech. According to his record his biggest crime was speeding and disturbing the peace. Assessing how long it would be before his back up arrived to transport the prisoner back to the stockades, Jazz figured he needed to buy himself a couple of breems .
“Not got all cycle hot shot. Trigger finger is itchin’ to shoot somethin’ and I’m really hopin’ you give me a reason.” Lockdown prompted impatiently.
“You want him?” Jazz started, a small smile tugging at his lip components before he whipped the nunchaku round, dropping lower as he did so, his smile widening as the laser edge sliced cleanly through the middle of the stasis cuffs. Looking back at Lockdown, he smirked smugly back. “Go catch him.”
Crumplezone stared between his freed hands and Jazz before looking up at Lockdown and bolting. He transformed quickly, his self-repair systems having repaired some of his earlier damage giving him a chance at escape.
Optics brightening at the rapid change of events, the bounty hunter was distracted by Crumplezone’s escape for only a klik but didn’t get chance to squeeze the trigger before Jazz bodily slammed into him, sending them crashing to the ground, the pulse rifle skittering over the highway surface. He roared in anger as the ninja punched him once, twice, causing his optics to white out momentarily. “You’re really startin’ to piss me off!” He snarled, raking his hook over any part of Jazz’s plating he could reach, sneering in satisfaction as he felt plating rip beneath its’ point. With his good hand he returned the punch and using his larger size, shoved the ninja to the ground. “Not got time for this slag!” He muttered angrily, scrambling to his feet, foregoing his weapon as he transformed and accelerated after Crumplezone.
“Oh you’re going to make time.” Jazz stated through gritted denta, sub-spacing the weapon as he transformed and set off in pursuit. Headquarters had already informed him back up was enroute now he just had to stall the hunter a little longer. Accelerating hard, Jazz took advantage of Lockdown’s heavier build. The muscle-car was powerful but slower than his lighter racer build. Speeding up behind the larger mech, Jazz rammed the back of him viciously, sending his back wheels into a spin, slowing him down. Pulling up alongside him, the guardsmech smashed into Lockdown’s side in an attempt to force him into the crash barrier. Sparks flew between them as metal grated against metal, plating warping and giving in under the pressure.
Frustrated; Lockdown shoved back, sending them swerving over the road, narrowly avoiding traffic. He roared with laughter when Jazz pulled away and slowed his pursuit, sensors following the ninja, Lockdown felt a surge of impending victory. “That all you got, EG?!” He belittled, thoroughly enjoying this small win.
“No.” Watching the scene unfold in front of him, Jazz quietly answered Lockdown’s taunt. “Unlike you, I don’t have to work alone.”
Focusing ahead and on his prize Lockdown accelerated after Crumplezone, no longer concerned by the guardsmech following him. The racer agilely weaved past a large transport and Lockdown swore loudly as the transport suddenly veered to the side violently, coming to a stop side-on, blocking his path. Breaking hard, unable to get around the massive transport; Lockdown fish-tailed across the highway, smashing first into the central reservation before spinning right across the road to collide with the crash barrier. Transforming, he pulled out his chain saw mod but it was too late, Elite Guard swarmed around him, firing EMP charges at his frame to disable him before he had chance to recover, sending him crumpling to the ground in a heap.
Lying face first on the ground, his optics watched familiar white and black feet come to a stop directly in front of him. He snarled as he was hauled to his feet, hands bound behind his back in stasis-cuffs, his optics glaring at the smug-aft ninja staring right back at him. The fragger was going to pay; he’d make sure of that.
“You’re under arrest, Lockdown. Under heinous charges too numerous to list right now.” Jazz stated casually.
“I’m gonna rip off your helm and use it to decorate my ship.” Lockdown growled dangerously, cutting Jazz off.
“Actually, we’ve obtained the location of your ship from your own memory files, you were out for a short while there, took quite a knock. It’s going to be impounded and destroyed within the solar cycle.” Jazz replied easily, a small smile gracing his lips. Nodding to two guardsmech who immediately took hold of Lockdown and led him forcibly to the transport, Jazz followed as the bounty hunter cursed and struggled in their grasp.
“I’m going to fraggin’ kill you, all of you. You think you’ve seen the last of me?”
Leaning against the transport entrance as Lockdown was restrained to a seat, Jazz folded his arms. “I’m looking forward to seeing you at trial, mech but in the meantime we can do this the easy way, with you cooperating with us, being found guilty and only doing time in the stockades or the easier way, with you continuing to hurl threats at us, being found guilty and spending the rest of your life in solitary confinement.” Giving a nonchalant shrug, Jazz met the angry red optics of the prisoner, his voice deadly serious as he continued. “I personally would see you deactivated; count yourself lucky it isn’t up to me.” He then gave Lockdown a cheerful smile as the transport door began to close. “Can’t say I don’t give you options. Either way, choice is yours but your spark belongs to us now.”
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Date: 2012-08-27 09:49 pm (UTC)I agreee with the others, great chase scene and wow, Lockdown was just terrific!!
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Date: 2012-08-27 10:30 pm (UTC)I love Jazz and his version of a police chase =) Lockdown is so going down!!
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