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A black and white claw smacked the top of the gleaming dark oak counter, causing the bartender behind it to snap his head up, glowing eyes darting to the surface that had just been smacked, only to shift back up into the visored face of Jazz Meister.
“Well M’off bro,” Meister’s rich voice spoke with a satisfied undertone to it. Pushing his empty mug across the counter and into the large claw of the raver Coffee Equis, who just scowled at the idea of having to clean it, and carelessly shoved it under his counter.

“So you’re the eat and run type huh?” the massive Coffee grumbled leaning an elbow onto the counter.

“ya know me, can’t sit still fer long.” The smaller Coffee added with a thick chuckle, sliding off his stool and waving a hand to the disgruntled Equis, knowing his old friend had enjoyed having him to be a distraction from the other customers.

“I better see you back here by night!” Equis boomed after him, rather unprofessionally, causing many heads to turn in surprise from their drinks and snacks.

“ain’t ganna miss yer rave might bro, I’ll be here” Mesiter reassure him, laughing again and shooting a smooth grin before pushing open the door and crawling out into to cool late afternoon air.

Jazz had been enjoying his new life at the Swamp Side café, it was a relaxing existence at the least, and he had grown quite fond of his new family, thought in his heart there was still quite a distance between them, a void that; no matter how much he tried to ignore, would be a constant interference with those he attempted to get close to.
A pleasant smile still on his face as he meandered though the border of Candyland and the Swamp, not drifting into either. Head held high, an effect of showing off the chest design he wore, and the symbol that had deep and old meaning to Jazz gleaming on his chest and shoulder. A symbol that had probably lost all meaning to the two lands long ago, but still remained as powerful to Jazz as it did the day he received it. Though it served as more of a memorial now.
Humming a tone that had stuck with him from the jukebox he had been played with earlier, he enjoyed being out and moving.

"What's the matter, dark one?" Baphomet rumbled as he hefted his scythe higher into his shoulder, balancing himself easily on his back legs with his scythe and tail acting as counterweights. "Had enough already?" His mocking grin only added insult to injury as he loomed over the red and white numa who stood firmly before him in defiance.

Starscream snarled angrily and only showed him her left side, guarding her bleeding right rear leg. It would not do if she sustained further injury from his scythe, and while she was angry and impulsive, she was not stupid. "Laugh it up - I'm not done yet," she spat in response before taking a leap into the air to fly to safety. Her fur bristled when he laughed after her, but she knew better than to try to retaliate and instead glided to a safe distance before dropping back to the ground to nurse her wounded leg.

She scowled when she noticed he had also made a cut in the lower part of her wing on that side. That would heal on its own, but it didn't anger her any less. Sighing, Starscream licked the gash on her rear leg, swaying her wings up and down to cool her temper. She cast a glare at the purple symbol on the upper part of her wing while she nursed her wound. That symbol had given her nothing but hardship all her life, but still, she couldn't help but display it proudly. She still believed in its cause even if the cause was long dead.

Ears fanning forward slightly, pausing for a moment to stare off into the wooded distance, mouth opening slowly in puzzlement as he could have sworn he had heard some laugher... but it was so faint, he could have very well just imagined it.
head shaking softly as he chuckled at himself and continued on.
he was still on the boarder, having its own unique scent, a blend of Coffee and Candy, though each was easy to pick out from the other. He didn't participially enjoy the scent of Candy, more for the feeling of edginess it brought to him.
sniffing to try and clear his nose, he started to drift off towards the Swamp, thinking he would enjoy the sites around his new home, he didn't get far however before a new scent, a scent that held more power then both Coffee and Candy or them combined drifted though the air, causing him to stop dead, jerking his head around.
Blood... and it was coming from Candy land.

hesitating for a long while, body curled towards the swamp, but head and mind extended towards where the scent of blood was coming from... and why? why was there blood in the air? from the impression he got there was not reason there should be, unless there was an accident, in which case someone needed help.
Changing his direction, Jazz broke the border and entered Candyland, his smaller size allowing him to part though the brush with relative ease.
following his nose to the source, he pushed though one last wall of brush, only to stop dead once they reviled just what he had been searing for.
mouth open again, eyes wide behind his visor, he stared at something he never expected to see again, the bold purple symbol of the enemy stamped upon the gray wings of a wounded female MLP.
unable to move or speak, as memories flooded back into his mind, trying desperately to sort out if he was actually seeing this, or if his mind was playing tricks on him from the smell of blood and candy surrounding him.

Starscream continued to clean her wounded leg, licking the once white fur carefully. She pressed her tongue into the wound to keep the blood flowing for a while, not flinching even though it hurt. The pain was a good distraction - pain helped her think more clearly - pain was familiar in a new land full of so many unfamiliar things. The land had changed so much in her long life, she scarcely wished to dwell on it. She needed to focus on one thing at a time, and right now, that one thing was rescuing her companion - the only one she could trust anymore.

She glared heatedly at the lollipop grove in the distance, pressing her ears back. She had to confront Baphomet again - soon. Primus only knew what that horrible numa was going to do to Frenzy if she did not rescue him soon, but in her weakened state, Starscream did more damage to herself than she did to the brown numa. The war had taken its toll on her - she was unhealthy and weak, but she had to continue onward if only for Frenzy's sake. If anything happened to him, she doubted she could go on.

A rustle tore Starscream from her morbid thoughts, and she looked sharply toward the noise. At first, she only growled with annoyance. She did not like other numas - it made no difference whether they were candy or coffee or even pocket. None could be trusted, so she drove them away on impulse and attempted to do so now.

Then she saw that awful, horrid red symbol.

Every single strand of fur on Starscream's body stood on end as her slitted red eyes widened, her wings stiffened straight upwards, and her turbines screeched, scorching the grass underfoot. She started to shake though from fear or rage she was not certain. She thought they were dead - they were supposed to be dead. She and Frenzy were the sole survivors of the war - they had known that for decades. Yet there he stood - a coffee with the symbol of her enemy. And here she stood - injured and in no condition to fight anymore. What was she going to do? She could only hope she could intimidate the coffee enough to either drive him away or to escape.

His dazed confusion lingered for longer then it should have, the absence of fighting in the lifestyle he had adopted for the many past years had dulled his soldier reflexes; If you see the purple symbol, attack first… ask later. It was what had kept him and many of his comrades alive… for the most part.
But he had been so convinced that they were all dead… they HAD to be all dead, that he could not POSIBLY be seeing one in front of him now. The only explanation was that he must just mistaking a normal Candy Numa for his enemy, and he had no desire in going around attacking innocent Numa.
But the longer he stood there, starting at her armor, her symbols, watched her posture stiffen defensively, and that horrible Screech of her powered boots that the Numacon Seeker’s all emitted.
No, this was not his mind playing tricks on him, this was his past returning to him, He, Jazz was not the soul survivor. But why… why did it have to be a Numacon.

A thundering growl swelled from the small Coffee’s chest as his lips curled up from his long tusks. Face lowering to try and add to his own intimidation, eyes narrowed behind his visor as he started to analyze the situation.
The thing that stood out more promptly was her wound, she was injured, and that gave him a clear advantage. Before, he might have thought twice about attacking one who was already ignored, but after suffering the loss of his follow soldiers… his friends, mercy towards the Numacon was not coming easily.

“The war is OVER!” he boomed, tail swishing sharply behind him as he advanced cautiously forward to position himself in the clearing, for while Coffee where significantly more powerful then Candy and MLP, an experienced Autonuma knew better then to ever underestimate the craftiness and abilities of a trained Numacon. To do so had often resulted in a rather unpleasant, and messy defeat. “You and yer kind are supposed ta be DEAD!”