tpf. Autobot Base, the /Nemesis/ and a Dried Riverbed. Difficult Decisions, and Derps

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Ratchet: *in a slight mood, though he's trying to hide his upset at the idea that he won't get to hold Panacea after today... For it has been somewhat decided upon that the sparklet will be safer back on Tau. Is currently holding her now and trying not to share his unsettled feelings*

Optimus: *lifts her head and looks over at him from where she's sitting on the chair of crates that the Taubots made for her when she'd asked to be allowed to get up and come to the control room. Her optics hold compassion for the medic. But she is resolute in her belief that the Earth base is not a good place for helpless infant Transformers to live. They must be protected, and they will be safer back on Tau*

Ratchet: *soft sigh, glances towards the Taubots*

Eclipse: *gleeful squeal as she wallops WakeJumper with her crescent wrench*

WakeJumper: *cringing and taking the abuse because he knows how much worse it would be if he didn't!*

Optimus: *wants to reach toward Ratchet. And wants to hold... their daughter. Thinking those words makes her press her lips together to contain her emotion. Though it was a previously alien concept, the thought that Panacea is a part of both her and Ratchet now fills her with wonder and the slight urge to weep*

June: *pulls in, steps out of her car, and reminds Miko not to climb over the seats. And then she senses the tension in the air and looks up with an uneasy expression* Guys? What's wrong?

Miko: *acking as Denver shoves her out of the back seat*

Denver: *did no such thing, you can't prove it!* *is getting Fuzzbutt's cage out and talking to the fuzzy bird*

Ratchet: *quietly* We've got an announcement to make....

Jack: *peeks over the roof of the car as he pauses on the way out of it* ...What kind of announcement?

June: *frowning as she looks from bot to bot* ...What Jack said. Miko, stop that.

Ratchet: *hesitantly glances to Optimus, asking her for help explaining the decision they reached*

Optimus: *presses her lips together again, and then turns her head to look at the three young humans, the baby turkey, and the woman* *quietly, her voice still slightly hoarse from her illness* We have decided to send the sparklets back to Tau, but have postponed their trip till you could make your farewells.

Denver: .... Wh't?!

Miko: But why? *upset*

Ratchet: *quietly* They'll be safer on Tau.

Optimus: *watches as Bumblebee pulls in and opens the door to let Raf out* The danger to them is too great. And there is no one available to care for them should we be all called away on a mission or an engagement.

June: *deep frown and crosses her arms over her chest*

Raf: *blink blink. Looks at bitties, and then wibbles and pushes his glasses up*

Denver: *mother of all dirty LOOKS for you, Optimus*

Eclipse: *squees when she sees Raf, will pitch a fit if WakeJumper doesn't bring her over to one of her peeps right now!!!!*

Optimus: *holds up a hand* No, WakeJumper. It will be too difficult to separate her from Raf if you give her to him now.

Raf: *looks like he's going to cry now*

WakeJumper: *cringes and mutes his audio*

Eclipse: *SHRIEK! Wants to go to see Raf right NOW!!!*

Denver: *cringe*

Miko: *wince wince wince, cover her ears*

Panacea: *startles and then starts up an angry and frightened wailing. She's had just about enough of all this sad!*

Fuzzbutt: *other babies is crying! PURK PURK PURK PURK!*

Ratchet: *wincing and trying to soothe Panacea*

Torque: *cringing from where he's walking in from patrols* Scrap, what happened?

Keepsake: *shoves past him and hurries over to baby sister. Tries to take her* Hey... Clipsie, what'd tin head do this time?

Eclipse: *SHRIEK! Flaaaail! Wants to go to Raf!*

Keepsake: *catches a wrench upside the wrist* Owwww. What the fraggin' pit did you do to her, Wake?

Miko: *over upset babby shrieks* Optimus and Ratchet are gonna have you guys take her and Pansy back to Tau!

Keepsake: My shiny aft!

June: Language! *stamps her foot* WakeJumper, give Eclipse to Raf.

Optimus: *startled look for the human woman*

WakeJumper: *apologetic look for Optimus, and then he's kneeling and offering the upset sparklet to Raf*

Raf: *hesitates, but then grabs his little friend and hugs her hard, hiding his face on her*

Eclipse: *CLINGS and wibbles*

Bumblebee: *soft sounds as he picks Raf and Eclipse up and cuddles them*

June: Ratchet, go over by Optimus so that Panacea can hear both of you. *expression just DARES him to disobey*

Ratchet: 0_0 *scoots over to Optimus*

Panacea: Mama! *jump!*

Optimus: *soft gasp and catches her, then looks over at June with a frown*

June: You do not separate a frail baby from her parents. Remember the failure to thrive? It can come back. And it will.

Keepsake: #$#@@# A.

Denver: *SUCH disapproval for Optimus and Ratchet right now!* *looks to the elevator as her brother steps off of it*

Beau: .... Alright, what blew up this time?

Optimus: *for once has no greeting for her partner* June. They could be killed if they stay here. This is a military operation. It is not safe.

June: And Pansy will die if you abandon her. *arms crossed again* And even Eclipse wasn't doing as well before she came here.

Torque: *nods in agreement with June* Yeah.... We couldn't get her interested in anything new back home for anything..... And since we got here, she's already dismantled that TV thing, nommed on part of it, and hit other parts with her wrench....

Beau: ....So that's what happened to it.

Jack: *quiet and rueful nod nod to Beau*

Miko: Um, yeah..... It's not like we could stop her....

Raf: Hey, it was a learning experience. *that grin might look a little too innocent*

Eclipse: *click* *too busy hiding her face on Raf right now*

Optimus: *rubs her face* But the base is not safe.

Panacea: Mama... *snuggle*

Rockface: *from behind Torque* So dig deeper.... *acks as Torque gets him in a headlock without looking*

Keepsake: And I'm not taking that Bulkhead fist dent outta your gutplate, Rocky.

Beau: There are already rooms in the heart of this complex that can take a two megaton bomb hit without cracking.

Torque: *blank expression, looks to Keepsake to translate*

Keepsake: The base's safe.

Rockface: *gives up on trying to escape the headlock, will just hang out for now*

June: *nods triumphantly* And as for baby care, well my bosses just told me to take paid time off because they don't like how the stress is affecting me.

Optimus: *blinks and frowns*

Miko: *quick Look for Denver, who gives her a very slight nod*

Denver: *as she turns her attention to taking care of Fuzzbutt* 'N 't ain't lahk th're w'ldn't be nobodeh 'eah..... 'Specialleh since Beau's 'eah all th' tahm too......

Optimus: June, I cannot ask you to use your recovery time...

June: *speak to the hand*

Optimus: *blink blink*

June: I'm your nanny now. End of discussion.

Keepsake: *blink blink*

Torque: *blink blink blink*

Beau: *calmly* For what it's worth, I have some child-rearing experience too, so I can help June.... *why no, he's not blushing at the idea of seeing June every day, not him....*

Raf: *quietly sheepish* I just got a babysitting certificate.

Bumblebee: *nods his head. Yes, Raf has that!* Weewoo.

Miko: I can babysit too! *and now she and Denver are in a sissy-slapping fight*

Jack: *will bravely impose himself between the girls, and then wince, cringe, and whine*

Denver: *long legs are good for more than just skateboarding! Will boot Miko in the rear*

Miko: Ack! Hey!

Jack: Hey! Cut it out you two. Ouch!

June: Girls, don't make me come over there.

Denver: *arms crossed, huffs*

Miko: *ditto. Is SOOOO not talking to you now, Denver*

Beau: *is one with his facepalm*

Raf: Guys, we get to keep Eclipse and Pansy!

Eclipse: *heard her name, isn't letting go*

June: I should fix that room up to look nice. A proper nursery... *smiling now as she plots*

Beau: *from behind his hand* What do you need, supplies-wise, June?

June: Something to make the walls look brighter. Some good heavy rugs for some places on the floor. Sturdy metal or wooden toys... I've seen those two with plastic...

Optimus: The sparklets are not staying.

Beau: *aaand out comes the little spiral notebook and pen he keeps with him! Jots down a list* *to June* I think we might have some paint left over from when I helped my aunt Dixie repaint the bedroom she and my uncle Matt share.... It's a light blue color, and I think it's still good....

Ratchet: *frowning at the humans now, agrees with Optimus*

Denver: *absently, still ignoring Miko* Beau keeps gett'n th'se junk mail credit cahds.... Th'nk those'd be good snacks f'r Pansy 'n 'Clipsie?

June: Is there enough for that room, though? Optimus could baby dance in there.

Keepsake: Not blue. Don't tease the poor kids. And I can make toys. Just gimme the #@$@#!@# ta use.

Beau: *to Keepsake* ....Tease them?

Jack: We don't know if those things are even good for them. *frowns at the girls*

Optimus: People...

Torque: Yah! Clipsie, you're staying with us! What do you think of that? *face WAY too close to the little bit*

Eclipse: *wrench? Meet Torky face!* *is hanging onto Raf's shirt with one hand as she wallops Torque*

Torque: *startled yelp*

Rockface: *laughing his can off, kthx* Owned!

Bulkhead: *comes thudding in beside Arcee* Hey, what'd I miss? *takes an absent kick at Rockface*

Denver: Not much.....

Miko: Just Torque getting hit with a wrench....

Rockface: *laughing too hard to care about the kick*

June: Arcee, I'm the new nanny for the youngest members of your team. *happy grin*

Keepsake: Blue is the best flavour there is. If you're bringin' in blue, bring it with a spoon.

Optimus: *tries to make herself heard and is again utterly unnoticed*

Ratchet: *also trying, gets drowned out by Eclipse taking another swing at Torque, and the Enforcer's protests regarding that*

Beau: *to Keepsake* Okay then, what color should I get?

Keepsake: Well... what the scrap's wrong with the colour it is?

Muhlisha: *wanders in, hears a familiar DING, and walks over to stick her face challengingly near to Eclipse* You beatin' on my old man? Huh? Huh?

Eclipse: *considering look, will share the love with Muhlisha too!*

Muhlisha: *cackling now*

Optimus: *sighs and looks over at Ratchet, but then startles and looks down as she realizes that she's holding Panacea to her chest with one hand and that the sparklet is curled up and sleeping peacefully and contentedly, despite the din surrounding them*

Ratchet: *very faint amusement on his face as he realizes that Panacea is sound asleep*

Eclipse: *gonna wallop on Muhlisha a bit more before starting to fuss*

Optimus: *as Bumblebee starts to baby dance both Raf and Eclipse* *to Ratchet. Ruefully* This is mutiny.

Ratchet: *dryly* I'd rather take on Megatron than June...

Optimus: *frown. Hesitantly* What she said about Panacea's health...?

Ratchet: *quietly* She is right... Panacea has gotten stronger in the time that she's been here...... *optics down to look at the little bundle of parts, will very gently touch Panacea's back with one finger*

Optimus: But I thought the Matrix had healed her. *looks down as the sparklet wriggles slightly*

Ratchet: *softly* We can't know for sure.... But I would rather not take the chance of her relapsing....

Optimus: But the danger. *the anxiety that she feels regarding the safety of this tiny, helpless being shows on her face*

Ratchet: *quietly* I seem to recall a similar argument when the children first started spending time here....

Optimus: *blinks and then shutters her optics with a rueful sigh before hunching her shoulders and coughing softly*

Ratchet: *frowns and scans the Prima, even as he moves to try and gently coax her into going to her quarters for some rest*

Optimus: *checks the screens, and then glances at the other bots and the humans all involved in happy planning and arguing. Deep sigh as she admits defeat* *quietly* Come with us.

Ratchet: *small nod as he moves to help Optimus to her feet* *quietly* I think things will be alright out here.

Optimus: *leans on him despite herself as the control room spins slightly* *shutters optics tightly as she holds Panacea carefully* Ah. Don't be angry...

Ratchet: *soothingly* Everything will be alright.... *will support her and help her to quarters*

Optimus: *goes slowly and carefully, her optics returning to the tiny life cuddled against her chest* ...Is she listening to my systems running?

Ratchet: *softly* Keepsake said that the sparklets can hear spark song....

Optimus: *surprised expression as she turns her gaze to him* And they like it?

Ratchet: It would appear so... *will help Optimus carefully lay down on the berth, though he'll hesitate after that*

Optimus: *sighs as she lays back, her optics going back to Panacea as the sparklet makes one of her little crackly sounds of complaint. Then realizes that Ratchet is just standing there and looks up quizzically*

Ratchet: *gives himself a bit of a shake before moving to join Optimus and Panacea on the berth* *got caught up in remembering that before, he would have never done this*

Optimus: *relaxes with another sigh as she turns slightly toward him. Her weariness shows clearly on her face now, and she's holding back the urge to cough again. But the scar on her face has not darkened*

Ratchet: *will carefully hold her close* *softly* Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere.

Optimus: *gently rests her forehead against his, a slight smile on her worn face as she follows her daughter into slumber*

Panacea: *content again. Can hear both Mama and Daddy, and Mama sounds peaceful. Will sleep good and hard*

Ratchet: *will keep watch over Optimus and Panacea until he's hit with sleeping baby magic*


Meanwhile, in a dried-out riverbed....


Scattershot: *holed up in a side gully, holding onto his legs and rocking back and forth. Isn't aware of his surroundings currently, or he'd likely be throwing a fit at the amount of mud and dust on his plating*

something: *streaks by overhead and intercepts that skillfully cloaked battle ship that's floating up there somewhere*


Nemesis


Breakdown: Owwww. Knockout, that hurts. *grumpy and worn down*

Knockout: *in a very foul mood. Not only have the Autobots set plans back by several solar cycles, Scattershot is still missing* It will hurt more if you don't quit squirming.

Breakdown: You weren't this rough on Megatron!

Knockout: Lord Megatron wasn't the last one to see Scattershot anywhere. *a bit rough as he works. One would almost think the Decepticon Medic was worried about the pink nuisance...*

Breakdown: You're acting like you actually want the freak back. *freezes and looks up as something clangs overhead, which is the hull of the ship*

Knockout: I don't like not knowing where the pest is... *tenses and looks up as well*

Breakdown: *conversational tone as he watches the ceiling start to glow* Does that look like the heat from a liquid flamethrower to you?

Knockout: ...Unfortunately. *gets ready to sound the alarm*

slender hand: *grasps Knockout's wrist* *husky alto* You don't wanna do that, bub.

Knockout: *'Oh, scrap!' expression as he slowly turns to see who or what has his wrist*

slender green and white femmebot with black trim: *smiles a very familiar smile as she blinks at him with purple optics. One hand is holding his wrist, the other is holding a very wicked looking sharp and pointy thing on a long staff handle*

Knockout: *wondering to himself where he's seen that grin before* *will try and jerk his wrist out of the femmebot's grip, intending to bring his weapons into play*

femme: *smile widens as those slender fingers suddenly dig a set of very impressive claws into his wrist* Not very friendly, are you?

ceiling: *develops a big hole*

pale pink and purple femme with buttercream trim: *drops through the hole and aims the flamethrower on her arm at Breakdown. Has an energy whip in the other hand* Hmmm. Nope, not what we want. *boots him in the head and knocks him cold, then turns to look at Knockout*

Knockout: *trying to escape with minimal damage, but he's pretty well stuck* Who are you and who sent you here? *trying to get loose to sound the alarm*

pink etc. femme: The name's Mistfire. That's my twin sister, Witchblade. *quirks a brow and walks over with an easy saunter, then blasts the alarm button with her flamethrower*

Witchblade: *smirrrrrk*

Knockout: *doesn't like that smirk very much... Reminds him of things he'd rather not remember....* *struggle!*

Witchblade: *smirk widens* He's wigglin', sis.

Mistfire: *shrugs* Subdue 'im.

Witchblade: *SNOG*

Knockout: *FLAIL* *and then the charge hits and he's on a quick trip to the floor*

Witchblade: *laughing now and looking at her sister* This can't be the guy Locky told us about.

Mistfire: *hunkers next to him and pokes him in a fresh looking weld* Naw, it's him. Look at his mug.

Knockout: *dizzy and soooo not aware of what's going on around him now*

Witchblade: *studies that stoned looking face and laughs more* Yeah, yer right. This's 'Shot's brother alright.

Mistfire: *pokes him on the scar again*

Knockout: *unsuccessful escape attempt, doesn't like the poking*

Mistfire: Hey, bub, yer processor runnin? *poke poke*

Knockout: *unintelligible sound, squirrrm*

Witchblade: *hunkers by sister* Hey, Knockout. Remember that time you tried sellin' Lockdown out? He does.

Knockout: *awake now* *looks like he wants to hide*

Mistfire: 'Course it'll take awhile before they can cut him outta that bulkhead 'n get him sober. So you got lotsa time ta tell me where yer brother is. *smirrrk*

Knockout: *quietly* Oh, scrap..... *recognizes the smirk now..... Even if it is on a pretty face instead of Lockdown's ugly mug*

Mistfire: You better hope he ain't scrap, bub. *fist lashes back and puts Breakdown back to sleep*

Knockout: *just a bit worried now* The last time I saw him was just before he went to follow Breakdown around......

Mistfire: So were do we find this Breakdown?

Knockout: You just knocked him senseless....

Mistfire: ... *lifts arm and looks under it at the one-eyed bot* *slightly surprised but mostly amused* Heh.

Witchblade: ...I ain't kissin' that.

Mistfire: That's okay. You play with the shiny guy and I'll work on this one. *moves to hunker by Breakdown*

Witchblade: *smirrrrrk. Pops a claw and writes something right on Knockout's chest*

Knockout: *panicked flail! Does not want!*


Couple hours later


two sleek street racers: *go roaring right through Megatron's private room!*

Megatron: *startled by the intrusion, though he's quick to get to his feet and take aim*

cars: *and GONE*

Breakdown: *roars in pursuit, nearly sideswiping Megatron* GET BACK HERE AND GIMME BACK MY GUN!

Megatron: *getting a slight tic in one optic setting, will pursue the two cars* *attempts to contact Soundwave in order to put out an alert regarding the two cars*

Soundwave: *garbled static sounds that sound like a chuckle. Is sprawled on the floor near an equally prone Knockout, and both mechs are drunk beyond belief on a combination of Witchblade kisses and something she poured into their tanks from a little blue bottle*

Megatron: *enraged bellow*

cars: *laughing now as they roar through a gauntlet of wildly firing Decepticons!*

Airachnid: *springs a web trap on the two cars, or tries*

lead car: *hits that web with liquid flame from the front grill, and then hits Airachnid with all four tires*

second car: *right on the first one's bumper!*

Breakdown: *adds his own tread marks*

Airachnid: *just got roadkilled* *trying to pry herself out of the floor, gets bugstomped by an irate Megatron as he pursues the two cars*

Nemesis: *inexplicably dropping in altitude... And that hatch is opening*

lead car: *out the hatch, taking a few 'Cons along* Yeeeeehawww!

second car: *whirls and transforms, sidestepping Breakdown*

Breakdown: *yelps as he falls out the hatch*

Witchblade: *and then crouching at the battle ready as she grins at the approaching homicidal Decepticon leader. And there on her chest... the ancient symbol for the end*

Megatron: *fusion cannon charging, will SHOW you the end!*

Witchblade: *leaps! Arms around his neck and HITS him with a few hundred volts of snog*

Megatron: *wasn't expecting that! And now he's down and out for the count*

Witchblade: *carves her name on his chest, and then goes and freefall leaps after her sister* Wooooooooooo!


Another few hours later


soft footsteps: *nearing where the pink mech is sitting*

Scattershot: *still rocking back and forth* *mutter* Black and yellow.... black and yellow..... *repeat ad nauseum*

Mistfire: *hunkers down next to him and gives him a gentle poke* Hey.

Scattershot: *startles and gives Mistfire a look that shows that he's definitely not all there right now* Black and yellow!

Mistfire: Nope. Pink. *frowns slightly as she studies him*

Scattershot: *has definitely seen better days, if the mud, dust and scuffs on his frame and armor are anything to go by* *shaking, and there's a slightly vacant look to his expression* *mutter* Black and yellow.....

Mistfire: Slaggin' scrap. *pings, looking for Taubots* *also keeps sister from poking Scattershot* Mine.

Torque: //I didn't do it!//

Mistfire: //Hey, Torky. There a medic there right now?//

Torque: //Oh... Hi, Mistfire.... If you don't mind Wake working on ya, then yeah...//

Mistfire: //I ain't the patient. Wake, you hear me?//

Witchblade: //Hiiii, Wake.// *evil chuckle*

WakeJumper: //Loud and clear.... Hello, Witchblade.... If you've broken that part again....//

Mistfire: //Somebody broke my man.//

Witchblade: *brightly* //And it wasn't me.//

WakeJumper: //...// *groan* //I can't leave base right now.... Do you have coordinates?// *is totally pestering Bulkhead and Arcee about going to get Mistfire, Witchblade, and whoever the poor mech is that Mistfire has set her sights on*

Mistfire: *relates them, then relates the symptoms that Scattershot's exhibiting*

WakeJumper: //Sounds like battle trauma...// *can you hear the frown in his voice?*

Mistfire: //Looks like I gotta find me a glitch ta slap.//

Witchblade: //Oooo, more fun!// *snigger*

WakeJumper: //Save it... If he's as bad off as you're saying, there's no telling what could set him off.....//

Mistfire: *unusually serious* //I ain't leavin' him.//

Witchblade: //Hey, y'know I just realized that that big guy I kissed had purple eyes too?//

Muhlisha: //...What?//

Torque: //Purple? Like yours and Kriti's?//

Mistfire: //Nah, less grey 'n more glow.// *gently rubbing Scattershot's back*

Torque: //...Huh.... Wake, why are they looking at me like that?//

WakeJumper: //Because they haven't met Kriti, Mistfire, or Witchblade.//

Bulkhead: //You know bots with purple eyes?//

WakeJumper: //Yeah... Mistfire, her twin sister Witchblade, and a speedster named Kriti.//

Bulkhead: //... Dark energon?//

Mistfire: //Zat what had his glowin' like that?//

WakeJumper: *to Bulkhead* //Nah.... Fixer says it's their meanness showing..... 'Course, she's got blue optics, so go figure....// *to Mistfire* //Was he packing serious heat?//

Mistfire: //Dunno, was too busy 'jackin' the ship's nav computer ta really pay attention.//

Witchblade: //It was bigger than Breakdown's.//

WakeJumper: //....Witchblade, you combat-kissed Megatron...// *sounds awed*

Witchblade: //Really? Daaaang.// *SNERK*

Mistfire: //'N Soundwave, 'n Knockout.// *attention still on Scattershot*

Scattershot: *looking down at his hands now* *mumble* Black.... yellow.... *just shut down from lack of fuel and recharge*

Mistfire: *scowls, and then turns him over and gives him a little bit of energy. The fun way*

Witchblade: //Mistfire 'n Scattershot sittin' in a tree.//

WakeJumper: *snickerfit* //Bulkhead, Mistfire and Witchblade are mostly harmless.... No idea about Scattershot though.... Don't think I've ever met him...//

Witchblade: //He's pink.//

Bulkhead: //PINK!?//

WakeJumper: //...Pink like your pink, or a different shade?//

Witchblade: //I ain't slaggin' pink, ya dockle.//

WakeJumper: //Thrrrpt!//

Torque: //So, what sorta pink? Misty's pink or darker?//

Witchblade: //Oh scrap I'm drunk outta my platin' 'n hurled my energon pink.// *wide grin as she says it*

WakeJumper: //....Oh, scrap.// *sounds like he's trying not to laugh, and in the background, someone can be heard shouting "It's the girly 'Con!!!!"*

Witchblade: //Guess he is kinda. So where's that pickup?//

WakeJumper: //....// *sigh* //I'll be right there...// *and moments later, there's the ground bridge*

Mistfire: *looks up sharply, but then relaxes as she sees the familiar orange and black form. Gently smooths Scattershot's forehead as she waits for the medic to approach*

Bulkhead: *stomps through the bridge and frowns down at the little purple-eyed dame who just sauntered over to size him up* ...What?

Scattershot: *slowly rebooting, optics flickering*

WakeJumper: Bulkhead, Witchblade. Witchblade, Bulkhead. *moving to scan Scattershot*

Bulkhead: *behind him, just landed on his caboose as Witchblade sprang. Nearly mashed Arcee in the process*

Arcee: *skitters back* What the?!

Mistfire: *frown of concern toward the medic as she waits for his verdict*

WakeJumper: Good grief, he's high strung... *looks to Mistfire* You sure you wanna be with someone that jittery?

Mistfire: *slow smirk* He's mine.

Bulkhead: *just started up with a very happy rumbling back there behind them*

Arcee: *facepalming*

WakeJumper: Alright.... Best bet is to get him cleaned up, and resting someplace quiet for awhile.

Mistfire: So lead the way, Docbot. Witch, I ain't carryin' that back if ya knock it out.

Witchblade: *breaks kiss to scowl at sister* Kinda busy here...

Bulkhead: *griiin* We goin' back now?

WakeJumper: *sighs and moves to carefully lift Scattershot*

Arcee: Yeah.... You can introduce your girlfriend to everyone. *heading back through the ground bridge*

Mistfire: *rises to her feet and absently gives her sister a quirked brow ridge as she walks past her and Bulkhead*

Witchblade: Hmm. Think I wanna keep this one. *pokes Bulkhead and then saunters after sister and WakeJumper*

Bulkhead: *blink blink of shock, and then follows as well*

Denver: *on the balcony* 'T's th' pink 'Con!!!

Bumblebee: *whirls from where he's baby dancing Raf and Eclipse* Bweee!

Muhlisha: *looks over and smirks* Oh. Him.

Miko: You know him?

Muhlisha: *as Witchblade goes over to the balcony and gives a quirked brow ridge scrutiny to the creatures it holds* He was at Tau awhile back. Hung out with Misty, flirted with Fixer.

WakeJumper: *cringe*

Torque: I've never seen Fixer move that fast when she was chasing someone down to knock some sense into 'em....

Witchblade: *still eying Denver and Fuzzbutt* That's because most people can't run that fast ta get away from 'er. *absently plays with what looks like somebody's viz scanner*

Torque: True.... Most of us know we don't stand a chance against her anyways.... I don't think Viisaus could outrun her if she was mad at him....

Witchblade: *pokes Denver*

Denver: *skitters back* Oy! Watch 't! *scowl*

Witchblade: So ya do talk. What's with all the starin'?

Denver: *scowl* Who th' slag're y'u s'posed t' be? *protective of Fuzzbutt*

Fuzzbutt: *purk purk purk!*

Witchblade: Witchblade, of the Tau Bodycounters.

Arcee: 'Bodycounters'?

Witchblade: *shrug* Ask our dad.

Torque: They're usually the ones who bring in spare parts that wind up floating in the debris field.....

Witchblade: Or the dumbafts that get a price put on 'em. *smirk*

Bulkhead: Your dad...?

Muhlisha: Lockdown.

Arcee: .... You're kidding, right?

Muhlisha: He paid Percy ta make 'em. *shrug*

Witchblade: What she said. *turns her smirk toward Arcee*

Arcee: .... *frowns and looks a bit wary of Witchblade and Mistfire now*

WakeJumper: *moving to take Scattershot to the washracks* *before he leaves* Pansy's here too....

Witchblade: Yeah, we know. She doin' any better? *laid back but genuine concern as she goes over to lean on Bulkhead*

Torque: She and 'Clipsie both are.... *nods towards Bumblebee, who is currently holding Raf and Eclipse*

Eclipse: *snuggled close to Raf, issa nappin'*

Raf: *sleepy but curious dark eyes watching the newcomers through his glasses. Quietly* Arcee? Who's Lockdown?

Arcee: A bounty hunter.... One of the more dangerous and persistent ones....

Muhlisha: He's ben one've us since before I was born.

Torque: Locky's alright. Great guy to drink with, too.... *nod*

Bulkhead: *snort* If you don't mind wakin' up without any credit.

Witchblade: Hey, dad'd keep the scavengers away if ya asked 'im.

Torque: *nod* And he's good at getting the derps that try and ruin life for us on Tau.

Arcee: *dryly* That place sounds more fun every time I hear about it.

Torque: *calmly* It's home. Not everyone's cut out for it. It's where the glitches and rejects of society go.

Bumblebee: *"Rednecks, rebels, and rogues!"*

Witchblade: *snerk* Dunno about fun. The Nemesis was kinda more fun.

Rockface: Wow, you got onto the Nemesis? *impressed*

Witchblade: You weren't listenin'? I combat kissed Megatron. *smug*

Rockface: Daaang.... *laughs*

Witchblade: And Knockout, and the guy he yelled at ta save 'em.

Rockface: *laughing himself silly now*

WakeJumper: *dings Mistfire's comm* //You might wanna get in here, 'cause this derp's starting to wake up.//

Witchblade: //She's in there with you, dork.// And then we gave Knockout and Soundwave some of Dad's special proof.

Rockface: *perks* Did you bring more?

Witchblade: *big grin even as she pulls out a bottle* Thought you were on duty?


Washracks


Mistfire: *looks up as WakeJumper whirls to give her a 0_o look* Yo.

WakeJumper: *fond mutter* Slaggin' stealthy brat..... *moves to get out of the way* He'll be alright if he rests and doesn't get too excited....

Scattershot: *moving his head a bit and making soft distressed sounds*

Mistfire: *nods, and then puts on that grin as she looks at the mech on the polishing slab* Hey, gorgeous. Remember me?

Scattershot: *turns his head slightly, and there's a very brief flicker of recognition in his optics*

Mistfire: *gently traces his faceplates with a finger* *quietly, the grin becoming an assured smirk* They said I could keep ya, even though ya slagged Fixer off before Locky could decide.

Scattershot: *working this over in his processor* *slow reach to touch the pretty femme's cheek*

Mistfire: *lowers her head and kisses him on the cheek, as she had at the end of that down cycle they'd spent sitting on the far side of the station shell* *softly* Yer gonna be alright.

Scattershot: *nuzzle* *reaches to pull the pretty femme close. Remembers trying to do so at one point, but not where or when exactly*

Mistfire: *will settle beside him this time, moving the fluffy things he's wrapped in so that she can snuggle properly*

Scattershot: *contented sigh, shutters his optics and rests his forehead on Mistfire's*

Mistfire: *puts her arms around him, but then pauses and tilts her head slightly to look back at WakeJumper* Ya mind?

WakeJumper: *ducks out of the room, shaking his head and trying not to snicker*

Bulkhead: *looks at the young medic as WakeJumper walks past the mess, the shine in his optics suggesting that he's just a little more than slightly wasted*

WakeJumper: .... *snerk* Witchblade, how hard did you snog him?

Witchblade: *tilts her head from where it's tucked comfortably under Bulkhead's chin, then smirks and waves the little bottle*

WakeJumper: ...I would, but I'm the only Cybertronian medic on shift right now.

Witchblade: Where's Keepie? *looks over at the Rockface all slagface on the floor*

Denver: She's 'elp'n plan out th' nursery...

Witchblade: *looks at Denver* No kids 'round the strong drink. Muhlisha said so.

Rockface: *mutters about cute patootie*

Bulkhead: *kicks him without moving otherwise*

Denver: .... Dude, she ain't even 'round t' 'eah y'u talk 'bout 'er butt....

WakeJumper: *facepalm*

Bulkhead: He's too cratered ta hear you, Denver. *hiccoughs and puts an arm around Witchblade, then frowns down at her* You realize I'm the same age as yer dad?

Witchblade: *shrug. Snug. Smirk*

Denver: So? *very glad Miko let her borrow the camera phone.... is soooo getting blackmail pictures*

Bulkhead: *sighs, then blinks as WakeJumper snags the bottle and hides it* Uh?

WakeJumper: *gonna go see if he can get a call in to a certain medic on a far-off station about those blanks in his memory*

Witchblade: *watches him go, and then snerks* We got more on the ship.

Bulkhead: Heh. *snuzzles and then leans back to just enjoy being zapped and hugging a pretty girl*

((Written with random_xtras))