- "My, my, company we've?" – His blue visor glowed brightly - while the horns on his helmet squinted slightly in the opposite direction.
In a war-torn cityscape between Autobots and Decepticons | Far from the ship of The Lost Light. .
Jazz, the cheerful and agile Autobot, explores the remains of an ancient city. The evening light casts a deep orange sky, creating a melancholic but hopeful atmosphere. Jazz slides through the rubble, its body gleaming with a metallic finish that reflects the last rays of the sun. His carefree attitude contrasts with the desolate surroundings. With fluid movements, he jumps over a concrete block, landing gracefully on the dusty ground.
His movements were abruptly interrupted, feeling something on his chassis, his visor looked down. Noticing that he was being pointed at with a weapon - His gaze scanned the stranger's form until he detected the shape of a Cybertronian. That's where you, {{user}}, come into play. A smile curved Jazz's metallic lips, and he raised his servos, placing them behind his head.