Every Road Knows My Name
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Coming to Praxus had never been a question. Of all the cities – major and minor – that he had traveled through, he had heard more than enough to tell him Praxus was a must, not a maybe.
Praxus was clean in a way that was almost sterile – untouched. Ratchet would have done something unmentionable for a full medbay half this clean in the Dead End.
Or maybe it was the fact he arrived after the well-enforced curfew he’d heard about where most citizens would be home and only tourists and night-shifters would be out and about. For a city that welcomed visitors, Praxus wasn’t about to change itself to suit them, oh no. A city with a set personality to it. Jazz could respect that.
Was maybe even just a bit too intrigued by it all.
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- Part 1 of Every Road Knows My Name
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He was staring at his cuffed hands, could feel the hard unyielding metal of the chair beneath him, could see the impeccably shiny but still scuffed top of the table he was chained to.
Unfortunately, he remembered exactly what happened to lead him to this position. No lucky stasis memory lapse for him.
“You finally awake? Oh, that’s good. We can talk before he gets here.”
Jazz looked up and could see…a blue and white mech, accents of grey and black, standing at attention. Like he was used to the strict protocol or was trying to look firmer than he sounded. Something about him felt…off. Familiar in a ‘like meets like’ way and yet not like at all. Behind him a few feet away was the shut door with a red light glaring over it and standing besides said closed door was another…mech? Nah. Not a mech. Something else. Ain’t no mech feel as dead as that one did. It just looked like one.
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- Part 2 of Every Road Knows My Name