MTMTE. The /Lost Light/ and a Junker in Space. New Encounters Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Tsubasa: *startled big eyes as she hugs the dolly she found and looks at Tempest, who is crying loudly*

Fuzzy: *she has his bubby dolly! He's all alone! Cheeps and huddles in a corner of the playpen he's sharing with the tiny Seeker*

Tailgate: *meeps and moves to try and figure out how he can prevent a fight*

Tsubasa: *looks up at him and wibbles, ready to cry because Tempest is crying, but not understanding that she has Tempest's bubby*

Tempest: *scared and alone! So much crying* *he thought she wanted to make bubby dolly play with him, but she hid the dolly!*

Tailgate: *quickly checking for other soft things he might be able to convice Tsubasa to trade the dolly for*

Tsubasa: *sad little squeak that is the start of sympathetic tears*

Tailgate: Oh! Don't cry, Tsubasa! Here, look, it's Cyclonus! *will show the Seeklet the knitted attempt at a small version of Cyclonus that the warrior made earlier in the cycle*

Tsubasa: *distracted by Daddy's name, and then she sees the dolly the same colour as him. Gently sets the little dinosaur dolly down and reaches for the Daddy dolly*

Tailgate: *will give the Cyclonus dolly, and reach for the dinosaur dolly, intending to give it back to Tempest*

Tempest: *perks. Daddy has the bubby dolly! Turns and makes a hopeful bounce toward the toy, seeing if his bubby will play with him now*

Tailgate: *gentle clicks, will give the dinosaur dolly to Tempest and offer scritchies*

Tempest: *cuddles the scritchy fingers and his bubby, and then yawns and cheeps softly. Tired little fuzzy*

Tailgate: Aww, are you tired, Tempest? *will reach for one of the blankets in the playpen*

Tempest: *snuggle snuggle, sleepy eyes*

Tsubasa: *glances at the hand reaching for the blanket, and then starts softly singing to her dolly. The song is wordless, and nearly tuneless, but snatches of it sound like what her Daddy and big brother Tailgate sing to her*

Tailgate: *will begin quietly singing the song Cyclonus taught him*

Tsubasa: *sings along, hugging her dolly*

Tempest: *buries his face against his bubby dolly and goes to sleep, making soft sleeping chick sounds*

Tailgate: *very soft chuckle, continues to sing, even as his processor wanders to Cyclonus. Wonders what the old warrior is up to out on patrol*


outside and quite some distance away from the Lost Light


Nightwish: //Whirl, why do you keep asking if we're there yet? If you're bored then go back to the ship.//

Whirl: //Don't wanna.// *cusses Cyclonus out as he takes a pot shot at her*

Cyclonus: *regrets nothing. It got Whirl to stop whining*

Nightstrike: *sticks her face to the window of Bap's cockpit, and then puts her glossa out at Cyclonus*

Nightwish: //Don't make me go back there, you two. Sheesh. The twins are acting better than you, and they're drunk thanks to Swerve.//

Skyquake: *also filling his channel with singing, but at least he and Dreadwing can carry a tune!*

Dreadwing: *right on his assigned trajectory and his sensors peeled as he rumbles along with his brother*

Whirl: //So what if they are? They're not showin' it!//

Cyclonus: *dryly* //That's because they are far more disciplined than you, Whirl.//

Nightstrike: *thoughtful fist mash on Bap's controls*

Whirl: *startled squawk, deviates wildly from her set trajectory*

Nightwish: //Sometimes I love my...// *pauses as something catches her attention* //...Little sister. Hmmm.//

Cyclonus: //Is there a threat, commander?//

Nightwish: //No. But I want Whirl and Skyquake to stay here. Dreadwing and Cyclonus with me. Hang back and all weapons at neutral.//

Whirl: *cussing as she tries to get back on course*

Skyquake: *will hold his position. And burp*

Dreadwing: *moves to flank the commander, falling into formation with Cyclonus*

Nightwish: *flies on for quite some distance before the others will see something drifting through space, and the candy apple red form stretched out comfortably on top of it*

Cyclonus: //...//

Dreadwing: //... What are they doing, Commander?//

Nightwish: //Napping.// *chuckles, and then sends a ping on the open frequency toward the stranger*

red bot: *lifts their head to see if they can spot whoever just pinged them*

Nightwish: *squawks ident of herself and her wingmates*

red bot: //... Dunno who y'all are. Wh't d' y'u want?//

Nightwish: //Well, we're looking for Knights of Cybertron. Or just new friends.//

red bot: //...Whah're y'u look'n f'r th' Knahghts 'f Cahbertron all th' way out 'eah?// *moving to get up*

Nightwish: //...We're boldly going forward because we can't find reverse.//

Cyclonus: *groans at the terrible pun*

red bot: *nearly falls off their perch laughing*

Dreadwing: *startled blurt*

Nightwish: *interested* //Have you heard that song before?//

red bot: //Th't's a song?// *sounds so amused*

Nightwish: //Yup. So what are you doing way out here? I don't sense anyone else around.//

red bot: *as they haul themself back up* //Refuelin', 'n enjoyin' mah freedom.// *stands and stretches, tone going serious* / 'N y'u ain't gonna fahnd 'nothah person f'r stellah mahls.//

Nightwish: //Refuelling? In which direction will we find those other people?//

red bot: //Yup.// *points toward a nearby star* //'S for othah people, y'u're askin' th' wrong bot.// *very serious expression, even as they cross their arms* //Ah ain't gotta clue.//

Nightwish: *transforms and calls up the Magnus armour, her head cocking quizzically* //Well, where did you come from?//

red bot: *scowls slightly* //Jes' wh't's goin' on?//

Nightwish: *lifts brows* //What?//

red bot: //Who th' *bleep* 're y'u, realleh?// *on the defensive now* //'N whah're y'u' wear'n armor over y'ur armor?//

Nightwish: *understanding dawns on her mask* //I am Ultra Magnus. And I'm wearing the Magnus armour that comes with the name. I'm the CO2 of Rodimus Prime's ship, the Lost Light.//

red bot: *scowling muchly now* //Nevah 'eard 'f 't.// *very slight headtilt*

Cyclonus: *to Nightwish* //I believe they just received a transmission from someone nearby.// *saw that headtilt*

Nightwish: *to both him and the red bot* //Yes, I heard that transmission. You said there were no other people close by.//

red bot: *very much on the defensive now* //Buzz off! No'un asked y'u t' c'me 'eah!//

transmission: *telling 'Flashpoint' to get the scrap out of there while the getting is good*

Nightwish: *sighs* //Flashpoint, you...// *taps into the frequency* //Hello?//

red bot: *looks very spooked now*

person on the other end of the frequency: *startled squawk*

Nightwish: *again* //Hello?//

person: //Who are you and how did you get this frequency?!// *sounds very alarmed* //What did you do to Flashpoint?//

Nightwish: *voice soothing* //My name is Ultra Magnus. I got the frequency by listening in, and... er. I think I insulted her by interrupting her sun bathing.//

person: //... We don't know of you, Ultra Magnus. What are your intentions?//

Nightwish: //Intentions for your people?// *grin* //To pester you to show us the best bar on the planet and to hope you're willing to take credit or trade goods in return for letting us be stupid tourists. Oh, and to ask around about the Knights of Cybertron.// *doesn't blink or flinch as Whirl roars past behind her leaking smoke and howls of protest at Nightstrike's driving*

person: //... Now why are you interested in the Knights of Cybertron?//

Nightwish: //Oh. Heh. I forgot to ask the Captain that.//

person: //I would advise doing that. I will alert the Council of your intentions.//

Nightwish: *blinks after scanning Flashpoint* //Wait. Are you Quadriates?//

person: //... We are. Does it matter?//

Nightwish: //Flashpoint.// *grin* //Wanna arm wrestle?//

Flashpoint: //...// *wicked grin* //No crahn' 'f y'u lose.//

person: *groans*

Nightwish: *Magnus face grins fiercely* //I won't.// *now which is she talking about? The losing, or the crying?* *settles her elbow on a corner of the big crate they found Flashpoint sitting on* //What will you bet?//

Flashpoint: *moving to settle across from Nightwish* //Ah ain't got 'lotta fuel, but Ah c'n wagah th't.//

Nightwish: //How about if I win, you guide us and our ship to Quadriate?// *flexes fingers* //Whirl, if you crash into this I will take your game away for two days.//

Whirl: *suden sharp jerk that changes her trajectory well away from the crate*

Flashpoint: //Fayuh 'nough. 'N wh't d' y'u wagah?//

Nightwish: //What do you want?//

Flashpoint: *considering look, then she's nodding toward Dreadwing* //'F Ah win, Ah wanna trah court'n' th' blue 'un.//

Nightwish: //You'd have to arm wrestle him for that. Choose something else.//

Flashpoint: //Darn.// *tips her head back as she thinks*

Skyquake: *drifts over with Nightstrike under one arm as he makes an insulting gesture at Whirl*

Flashpoint: *boggling slightly as she sees that*

Nightstrike: *trying to see if Thrrrpt! will cause rocket propulsion!*

Flashpoint: *nods toward Skyquake* //Wh't 'bout th't 'un? D' Ah gotta arm wrestle 'im t' trah 'n court 'im?//

Nightwish: //I don't own them. They're only my wingmates.//

Flashpoint: *small nod of understanding, frowns and thinks out loud, speaking in Quadriate dialect*

Nightwish: *same dialect, though with an odd accent* //Do you like candy?//

Flashpoint: *perks* //Y'u've got candeh?//

Nightwish: *turns her head and uses her non challenging hand to beckon to Cyclonus to transform* //Give me some of those choccy candies I saw you hoarding earlier.//

Cyclonus: *will approach and transform, offering the candies without a word*

Nightwish: *takes one, a lovely glittering one full of cinna creme, and offers it to the Quadriate flier*

Flashpoint: *curious, will reach for the offered candy*

Nightwish: *gives, with a slight bow of her head*

Flashpoint: *dips her head in a nod of thanks, will taste the candy. Then she's boggling as she gets an unfamiliar, but extremely pleasant flavor*

Nightwish: //What do you think?// *can already sense what the other woman thinks, but it's polite to ask*

Skyquake: *going back the other way, a long suffering and stoic expression on his face as Nightstrike engages thrusters*

Flashpoint: //Fayuh prahce f'r 'f Ah win.// *nods*

Nightwish: *flexes fingers again* //Alright. I'm ready when you are.//

Flashpoint: *will put one hand behind her back and grasp Nightwish's hand with the other*

Nightwish: *does not lean forward as she puts her free hand behind her back. Nor does her face show any concentration*

Cyclonus: //Three, two, ONE.//

Flashpoint: *far stronger than an average bot, and likely stronger than even the baytech counterpart she has*

Nightwish: *grins and holds her fighting hand rock steady and immobile, remembering the advice given her by the female WakeJumper that she met in the Black Dog*

Flashpoint: *not going to give up easily*

Dreadwing: *watching the match with interest*

Skyquake: *has returned to the place he was told to wait and is currently pounding gently on Nightstrike's back at the baby's request*

Nightwish: *arm still steady*

Flashpoint: *it's another several minutes before she's showing the first hints of strain, but the hand behind her back stays where it's at, even as a slight grimace crosses her face*

Nightwish: *turns her head to look toward Whirl, who is slapping a smoking aft. Arm still steady*

Flashpoint: *optics nearly white. Is almost at her threshold for going aggro*

Nightwish: *tells her wingmates over comms to return to the ship now* *arm still steady*

Whirl: *asking what the bleep is going on, even as Cyclonus and Dreadwing herd her back toward the ship*

Skyquake: *will make sure the chopperbot doesn't try to give his fellow warriors the slip, even as he continues to pound on Nightstrike*

Flashpoint: *unintelligible growl*

Nightwish: *turns back to the red woman and lifts one brow* //Whenever you're ready to start.//

Flashpoint: *optics whiting out as her processor snaps to aggro mode* *loud yell as she attempts to lunge at Nightwish*

Nightwish: *adamantine grip on Flashpoint's hand. Arm still steady*

Flashpoint: *growling and trying to break free so she can tackle you, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *arm steady. Expression calm*

small tetrajet: *circling around to buzz the combatants*

Nightwish: *ignores the jet. Arm is steady as she calmly watches her opponent*

Flashpoint: *pays no mind to the jet as it circles around again* *strangled sound as something in her arm gives way*

Nightwish: *lifts brows and looks at the damaged arm*

Flashpoint: *managed to break structural struts and also damaged parts of her shoulder and elbow joints* *will try to headbutt her opponent*

Nightwish: *lowers her head to meet the butt*

Flashpoint: *just pwned herself*

Nightwish: *lets go of her hand and reaches to gently catch her before she can drift off* *looks toward the jet now*

jet: *transformed into a teal and gold flier who resembles Flashpoint to a degree* //I don't know whether to be afraid or impressed.//

Nightwish: //Oh?// *gently patting Flashpoint's face, and then putting another choccy candy into her mouth*

flier: //Not many can best my sister when she's gone full aggro.//

Flashpoint: *turning her head slightly*

Nightwish: //I know what they call you in other realities. What's your name here?// *quiet coaxing for Flashpoint*

flier: //I am called Blackflight.// *polite bow*

Flashpoint: *wincing*

Nightwish: *bows as well as she's able without jarring the injured woman in her arms* //It is an honour, Blackflight. You heard my name?//

Blackflight: *nods* //Jumpjet was working the comms when you hacked in.//

Nightwish: //You know my mission then too.// *checks to see if the candy has been eaten even as she puts out a call for the Lost Light to home in on her beacon*

Flashpoint: *fumbling a bit with the candy, optics unfocused*

Blackflight: *nods* //Mythryl is waiting for your arrival, to begin negotiations.//

Nightwish: *startles just a bit and looks up* //Is Mythryl related to you?//

Blackflight: *nods* //Mythryl is one of Flashpoint's and my mentors. Jumpjet is our other mentor.//

Nightwish: //Do you share coding with them?//

Blackflight: *giving you a confused look now, Nightwish* //Yes. It is not uncommon for sparks from the Source to be related to the ones that are meant to mentor them.//

Nightwish: *grins* //I know who they are, then. It's good to know that they're alive and well in this reality.//

Blackwing: *very confused now, and it shows in the angle of his wings* //... I'm not sure I understand your meaning, friend.//

Lost Light: *being piloted closer*

Nightwish: //That's alright.// *turns her head toward the incoming ship* //Should we bring your sister aboard? Our doctors will take good care of her. You're welcome aboard too.//

Blackflight: *nod* //The sooner she is repaired, the better.//

Nightwish: *turns and boosts gracefully toward the approaching ship*

Blackflight: *follows after returning to alt mode*

Nightwish: *smiles as she nears the door and sees Tailgate standing by the doctors, waiting to greet her*

First Aid: *peeks around Ratchet's shoulder*

Ratchet: *not amused by the sight of the Quadriate woman Nightwish is bringing to the ship. Mostly because he's not familiar with Quadriates*

Blackflight: *will transform just shy of the door* //Impressive ship.//

Nightwish: *pauses while Whirl spangs off the side of the Lost Light* //I'll tell the captain you said so, now that he's awake. Ratchet, what's that expression for?//

Ratchet: //Who is that, and how did they get in the state they're in?//

Nightwish: //This is Flashpoint. And...// *pauses and looks down at the Seeker, then toward her brother* //Well... she beat herself up.// *slight snort as she hears a yell over comms* //Stop yelping, Rodimus. No one's knocking holes in your ship.//

Ratchet: //Beat ... herself up?// *raised brow ridge*

Rodimus: //What the scrap was that?!//

Nightwish: //Ask her brother, if you don't believe me.// *lifts her own brows* //That was my baby sister driving Whirl into things.//

Ratchet: *looks to Blackflight* //That's the brother, then?//

Rodimus: //... That's just mean.// *grump*

Nightwish: //That's the brother.// *slight smirk* //And he can hear you.// *to her fiancé* //Nightstrike's too young to realize that everyone's not awake when she is. Besides, you have visitors, and the one thinks your ship is impressive.//

Rodimus: //I'm up!//

Ratchet: *nods and tries pinging Blackflight's frequency. The two are soon conversing and discussing relevant information*

Blackflight: *advising Ratchet and the other medics about his sister's medical history, based on the questions they ask*

Ambulon: *boggling muchly at some of what Blackflight says*

Nightwish: *chuckles at Rodimus, and then looks at Ratchet* //I take it you haven't opened the package that came back from the Nexus with you. You know, all those books you bought off WakeJumper before he started shaking you?//

Ratchet: *sheepish expression is a go* //I was going to... eventually.//

Blackflight: *looks to Nightwish* //... WakeJumper is a girl.//

Nightwish: //The WakeJumper you know is a girl.//

Blackflight: //...//

Nightwish: //Ratchet, can I bring this poor woman inside now?// *doesn't look up as Whirl shoots overhead with the twins in her wake as damage control*

Ratchet: //The sooner, the better.//

Nightwish: //Then move your skid.//

Ambulon: *more boggling*

Ratchet: *jaw DROPS*

Whirl: *cackles*

Dreadwing: *nearly clips his brother's wing in his startlement*

Nightwish: *looks up* //Brothers, you better go dry out.// *slips inside past the medics, then drops to one knee and turns her back to the little white minibot who is dancing quiet joy to see her*

Tailgate: *quick to climb onto Nightwish's back, is one happy minibot*

Nightwish: *stands easily despite the added burden and heads toward the medbay*

Blackflight: *very soft chuckle as he follows Nightwish, pausing only to nod in greeting to the big purple mech that just walked up*

Cyclonus: *nod of greeting to the Seeker. Is very amused to see Tailgate playing backpack on someone else*

Nightwish: *grins at Cyclonus as she sees that he's wearing both baby pouches and has a project in progress in one hand*

Cyclonus: *nod of greeting. Didn't even bat an optic at Tailgate's request that he carry Tempest as well as Tsubasa*

Nightwish: *private channel* //Remember to stay on this side of the atmosphere holding field, Cyclonus. Tempest needs air.//

Cyclonus: *another nod* //I understand.//

Tsubasa: *little fingers grasp the edge of her pouch, and then big eyes peeeeek out and meet Blackflight's. Tiny brow ridges lift*

Blackflight: *perks* //Sparklet!//

Tsubasa: o.0? *and then ducks as the door slides shut*

First Aid: *squeaks and walks more quickly in Ratchet's wake as he hears Cyclonus' growl*

Blackflight: *ducks down a bit, hands up in a non-threat display* *very quiet skreek*

Tsubasa: *pops up again, eyes searching for the sound of the chirping and singing she can hear*

Blackflight: *realizing something* *cautiously* //You have no hugmonsters?//

Tsubasa: *hears a word she knows. Looks up to Daddy to see what he will say*

Cyclonus: *still bristling a bit, is very protective of his little one* *frown* //Hugmonsters?//

Blackflight: *taps on his chest armor in a set pattern*

chirping song: *stops, and then something squirms out through his shoulder joint*

Ambulon: *startled squawk, topples over*

Tsubasa: *hiding baby! Little whimper*

hugmonster: *turns a bright eyed, massive jawed face toward the ack, then wonders if the nice man would like an egg* Coooooooo?

Blackflight: *will hold his finger near the hugmonster* //This is a hugmonster.//

Rodimus: ... It was inside you!

Blackflight: ... *nods* Yes. She lives near my spark.

hugmonster: *rubs her head against the finger and makes a little grouchy sound. Wonders why her nice man hasn't hugged anybody lately*

Blackflight: *soothing clicks* *gently* Easy, Patsy. I know you're uncomfortable.

Patsy: *grumble grumble as she pets the finger with her head*

Rodimus: ... Patsy? *raised brow ridge*

Ambulon: *picking himself up off of the floor* *or trying, at least*

Cyclonus: *one hand on Tsubasa's sleep sack, is feeling very protective right now*

Tempest: *quizzical little cheep*

Patsy: *pauses and looks toward the sound. Chirps and trills*

Tempest: *wriggles around till he can see past his bubby dolly, then peeks his big blue eyes and fuzzy little pink head out of his sleep sack*

Blackflight: *moves to help Ambulon up* Let me help you, friend.

Patsy: *clings to her nice man's shoulder and looks toward that interesting little cousin*

Cyclonus: *as Ambulon mumbles sheepishly, he's moving closer to Blackflight*

Rodimus: ... What is Patsy?

Blackflight: We call her species hugmonsters. They hunt down scraplets and other intruders, and alert us when a friend isn't feeling well.

Patsy: *distracted by nearness of poor silent man. Slips inside!*

Ambulon: Ack!

Rodimus: *CUSS*

Cyclonus: 0_0 *protective hand over Tsubasa*


Meanwhile, in the infirmary


Ratchet: *boggling as he gets a good look at Flashpoint's spark compartment, where a strange egg is currently resting*

First Aid: *pauses with the tool his CO had asked for when he sees the look on Ratchet's face* ...Ratchet?

Dr. Roxanne: *pauses and looks up from where she was coming in with something else* ?

Ratchet: She's got an organic creature's offspring on her spark compartment.

First Aid: Oh no! I'll get a containment unit. *turns and hurries to do so*

Dr. Roxanne: What kind of organic offspring, Ratchet? *hurries over to look*

Ratchet: It's an egg. *will carefully scan the egg to see if it's connected to the Seeker's frame in any way*

Dr. Roxanne: *slight smile as she gently lifts the egg in both hands* It's reptilian. Not a parasite.

Ratchet: ... What's it doing in her systems? *frown*

Dr. Roxanne: *holds the tiny egg close* Staying warm enough to grow. *turns her head then as Rodimus drags a gasping and flailing Ambulon into the room*

Ratchet: *looks over, startled* Ambulon? What's wrong? *moving to scan the medic*

Dr. Roxanne: *looks uuuup at the tall, amused looking Seeker who just came to stand near her*

Blackflight: *calmly* Ambulon, circulate. Patsy won't hurt you. *blinks as he notices the egg Dr. Roxanne is holding* Oh, dear. You'd better put that back.

Dr. Roxanne: *looks down at the egg, then back up to him* Why?

Ambulon: ACK! Ratchet, your hands are cold!

Blackflight: That's Flashpoint's hugmonster. *looks to Ratchet and Ambulon* *sigh. Moves to stop the medic before he spooks Patsy and gets bitten for his troubles*

Dr. Roxanne: *looks down at the tiny egg, then back to the Seeker* What's a hug monster?

Ratchet: OUCH!

Blackflight: *looks over his shoulder* A symbiotic reptile that likes to live in a bot's internals. They hunt scraplets and other invaders. *back to Ratchet* Did Patsy bite you?

Ratchet: *very slowly withdraws his hand from Ambulon's insides and stares at the tiny, still damp raptor that has its teeth firmly set in the soft seal on his wrist joint* D:

Blackflight: ...Okay, so Patsy's baby bit you. Better put him back.

Ratchet: *turns a slightly brain broken look toward the Seeker. Doesn't even glance toward the figurative sound of Rodimus' chin hitting the floor*

Blackflight: *as he moves to check on the newborn* A hugmonster's the best pet a bot can have. They're good at fending off loneliness, and you won't ever have a problem with scraplets or other invaders ever again.

Ambulon: ... *hesitantly reaching for the tiny being. Will carefully try to remove it from Ratchet's wrist*

baby: *little coo as his teeth pop free of the rubber, and then a sigh as he nuzzles up to the hand of his friend. Is a strapping big male who will be a lovely dark copper colour with green eyes once he's dried off the rest*

Patsy: *pops out and gives a little whistle of challenge. Who wants some?? She's lean and mean again!*

Blackflight: *will offer his hand to Patsy and skreek*

Patsy: *oh. Okay. Hops up his arm*

Ratchet: *absolutely bewildered by this*

Blackflight: *to Patsy* I would've hugged someone sooner, but everyone I could've hugged was already full.

Dr. Roxanne: Everyone on your planet has one of these?

Blackflight: No. Only the runts like Flashpoint and I have one. Most of our friends and family have two or more.

Rodimus: Oh Red's going to love that place.

Ratchet: *jaw drops*

Blackflight: *blink blink* Red?

Ambulon: *too busy trying to think of a good name to comment*

Dr. Roxanne: *as she turns to go and put the egg back on Flashpoint's spark compartment* He's our chief of security. *takes out a scanner* Hmmm. Flashpoint's spark is putting out much higher than usual levels of radiation for a Cybertronian spark.

Blackflight: *blink blink, looks to Dr. Roxanne* Usual levels? Cybertronian?

Ratchet: "Cybertronian" is us. *indicates himself, Rodimus, Ambulon, and the Cyclonus that just walked up with his thumb, then goes to scan Flashpoint's spark himself* *surprise* She's a point one percenter. No... She's stronger. *awed*

Blackflight: ... Point one percenter? *raised brow ridge*

Ratchet: *distracted by his poor damaged patient and what seems to be a story that the newborn hugmonster is telling Ambulon* Rodimus, would you like to explain to our guests?

Dr. Roxanne: I'd like to hear this too.

Rodimus: Point one percenters are Cybertronians who have brighter than average sparks.

Nightwish: *appears in the door with a Tailgate on her back and a Minimus Ambus cuddled in his blanket in her arms* It makes them strong. *teasing grin at her mentor as though she's flirting with him*

Minimus: *bleary blinking. Doesn't know how he got from where he was recharging to wherever he is now*

Nightwish: *hugs him gently* *softly* Ratchet wanted to see you this morning, remember? *turns her head and grins at the little bot on her shoulder as Tailgate reaches over to patpat Minimus encouragingly*

First Aid: Oh. Poor Minimus. *sets down the things that Ratchet sent him to get, and then comes over to take the sleepy minibot* I'll give you your checkup, and then you can go back to your recharge slab.

Minimus: *small nod. *Understood about half of that. Doesn't think he currently has a recharge slab...*

Dr. Roxanne: *to Ambulon, as she assists Ratchet with repairs to the red Seeker* I think he's trying to make your acquaintance.

Ambulon: *hesitantly imitating what he saw Blackflight do with Patsy, will offer his finger to the little hugmonster*

Blackflight: *soft chuckle* Do you know what you'll name him?

Ambulon: Er... No, not yet.

Ratchet: *without looking up* Call him Worf. He's got the forehead ridge for it.

Rodimus: How can you tell? He's so tiny!

Worf: *notices finger. Talks earnestly to finger! And then stops and makes a sad and hungry sound. Thinks he left his egg shell somewhere...*

Tempest: *soft little creeel of sympathy as he hears the other baby say a sad sound*

Ratchet: *concerned frown* Don't get those two started crying.

Dr. Roxanne: Ambulon, you'd better go to the mess and get him some of Poppet's ration. *glances to Blackflight* Will vitamin and calcium enriched meat be alright for him?

Blackflight: *nod* You'll have to make sure it's cut in small pieces for him.

Ambulon: *small nod, slight start as Cyclonus speaks up*

Cyclonus: I will show you how to feed him. We have food that Tempest likes.

Tempest: *heard his name! Responds eagerly! What does bigger Daddy want? Baby is here!*

Nightwish: *grins and pats the little white hand on her shoulder as she watches the eager pink fuzzy*

Tailgate: *is totally grinning as he watches Cyclonus skreek softly to Tempest*

Tempest: *tries to make the sound that bigger Daddy did. Is so happy and excited!*

Patsy: *peers through the glass of her nice man's cockpit to see who's having a party out there*

Ambulon: Er... Alright. *still a bit wary around the former dead universe denizen*

Blackflight: *chuckles* I'll come with you. *to Patsy* Let's go get some fuel.

Patsy: *epic yawn. Had an egg shell just now. And getting that egg out before it hatched was tough work! Thinks she needs her beauty sleep now, so goes and crawls under the seat where she knows she'll tickle her nice man if she wriggles too much*

Grok: *comes wandering in with his eyes half shut, sidesteps Cyclonus and Ambulon, and then peers blearily up at the Seeker he hasn't met yet. Has Serena draped sleeping over his right shoulder and has Poppet in his arms with her front paws and chin draped over his left shoulder. Eee-Chirr is holding onto to the big cat's tail as she stumbles along beside him* *rumbles slightly and then, to Blackflight* Good morning.

Blackflight: *blink blink, grin* Good morning to you as well, friend. *quite surprised and pleased to see what he thinks is some kind of sentient raptor*

Dr. Roxanne: Grok, your supplements are on the table by the wall. Go ahead and take them. Your breakfast rations are at Swerve's.

Grok: *blinks a couple times, and then looks down at his sister to see if she caught all that* *time changes are evil!*

Eee-Chirr: *mumbles something about noms*

Dr. Roxanne: *patiently repeats herself*

Grok: *ack! Missed it completely that time!* *bewildered blinking*

Blackflight: *gentle hand on Grok's arm* I'll show you the way, friend.

Ambulon: Not without someone to show you the way first.

Grok: Ssssupplementsss, then messsss.

Eee-Chirr: *groggy sound*

Blackflight: *nods and goes to retrieve the supplements*

Ratchet: *hand on Flashpoint's shoulder as she tries to sit up just then* Now just wait a minute, missy.

Flashpoint: *trying to shrug the unfamiliar mech's hand off*

Ratchet: Do you want me to call Ultra Magnus over here?

Flashpoint: *meeps and lays back down*

Ratchet: *pats her gently* Good girl. Do you want a pain override?

Flashpoint: ... Whah?

Blackflight: *facepalm*

Ratchet: *cheerfully* I'll take that as a no.

Nightwish: *looks over and sees Minimus sleeping peacefully through his checkup. Takes hand off of hopeful Rodimus face and goes over to herd Blackflight, Ambulon, and Grok's family out of the medbay* Swerve's is this way.

Grok: *awake now after tasting that supplement!* *also making faces. Has put Poppet down and is cradling Serena in one arm as he walks*

Eee-Chirr: *chattering softly as she works on waking up*

Rodimus: *sulks a bit, but will move to talk to Blackflight and ask him questions about Quadriate*

Nightwish: *stoops down and scoops a surprised Poppet into her arms. Holds the big cat so that she can see Tailgate*

Poppet: *oh. People! Kissie?*

Tailgate: *squeak!*

Poppet: *draws back and flattens her ears. Soft and reassuring sound as she starts to purr*

Grok: *walks into Rodimus while looking toward his cat*

Rodimus: Ack!

Eee-Chirr: *ears back, startled hiss*

Grok: *apologizes to Rodimus, and stoops to offer a brawny arm to his sister* Shhhhh, no one isss hurt.

Rodimus: *checks himself for dents* No harm, no foul.

Eee-Chirr: *huffs and clings to her brother's arm*

Serena: *looks at her mom, blinks. Sees the bottle with her supplement in it and takes it and drinks it down. Then goes back to sleep*

Nightwish: *is busy trying to get Tailgate to pet the kitty*

Tailgate: *petting the kitty*

Poppet: *mighty thunder purr as she closes her eyes and lays her chin on the big Magnus shoulder*

Nightwish: Hmmm. Here. I'll make this easier. Cyclonus, can you take Tailgate for a minute? Blackflight, here, hold the kitty.

Blackflight: *will move to do so*

Cyclonus: *can has minibot*

Nightwish: *stores the Magnus armour, and then reaches for Poppet while turning her back to Cyclonus*

Tempest: *sees little Daddy. Calls to him!*

Tailgate: *will reach for Tempest, clicking softly*

Tempest: *scrambles out of his pouch and into little Daddy's hands, talking up a storm*

Worf: *looks over there with interest despite the joyful business of getting to know his own nice man. Authoritarian whistle!*

Tempest: *looks over there and makes a happy little sound, then start talking to his Daddy again*

Worf: *nonplussed. Other babby totally shrugged off his authority*

Tailgate: *small squeak as he realizes he won't be able to hold onto Tempest and cling to Nightwish's back at the same time*

Nightwish: *gently transfers Tempest's pocket from Cyclonus' chest to Tailgate's back, then grins at her little friend*

Tailgate: *happy minibot is now scaling your back, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *gets the kitty from Blackflight, then notices his expression* What's wrong?

Blackflight: *bewilderment clear on his face* How...

Nightwish: *grins and cuddles Poppet as the big cat resumes her conversation with Tailgate, and also starts a new one with the fuzzy little pink guy peeking over his shoulder* Armour storage. Ultra Magnus is an inherited name.

Blackflight: ... Huh.

Nightwish: *gently uses Poppet as a fuzzy battering ram to shove Rodimus through the door of Swerve's* My mentor held it last. He's the guy I brought in for his checkup this morning.

Blackflight: Ah. *small nod. Doesn't get it*

Rodimus: *trying not to fall on his face*

Swerve: *looks up in time to see Rodimus nearly faceplant* *SNERK*

Red Alert: *distracted from his fuel*

Firestar: Don't start, Red...

Nightwish: Cinnamud and grease milk all around! I'm paying!

Swerve: *laughs and goes to get the requested fuel*

Red Alert: *distracted by the promise of good noms*

Firestar: *hand on Red's and gives it an approving squeeze*

Serena: *quietly* Mom?

Eee-Chirr: Hm? *looks to Serena*

Serena: Do we have any of those rations for me with the cinnamon cereal that you pour hot water on?

Eee-Chirr: I think we do, but let'ss check.

Grok: *perk* Hhhot water?

Eee-Chirr: *grins at her brother* Let'ss asssk.

Grok: *grins back and sets sister and niece on the floor*

Serena: *bouncing on the balls of her feet, as awake now as she was asleep just a moment ago*

Eee-Chirr: *will make her way to the bar, stopping short as Swerve returns with the cinnamud and grease milk* *ears up*

Nightwish: *sets Poppet down when the big kitty asks, then shifts Tailgate and Tempest around into her arms as she goes to find a seat*

Poppet: *stands up on her back feet and stretches up to touch her nose to Swerve's* Mrrrt?

Swerve: Ack! Er, hi?

Poppet: *soft sound and sniffing* *you has dishes. You has dish for kitty?*

Grok: *reaches over and gently pulls his pet away* Ssshe's only hungry, friend.

Swerve: *small nod* Gotcha. *will set the cinnamud and grease milk on the bar for the time being, intending to distribute the rations to everyone present who can process energon* *to Grok, Serena, and Eee-Chirr* I'm guessing you're all hungry, too?

Grok: *shakes his head* Not thisss morning.

Serena: Yup! Ration SC#18, please. :D

Eee-Chirr: *quietly* EC#12 for me, pleassse. *slight ear flick*

Swerve: Gotcha. *looks to Grok* Can I get you anything?

Grok: *stretches* PC maintenancccce.

Poppet: *hears the name of her food and sits up with her front paws together to say "please"*

Grok: *grin*

Swerve: Anything for you, Grok?

Grok: *shakes his head* Assss I sssaid. Not thisss morning.

Serena: He only eats once a week.

Swerve: Oh. Alright. Anything to drink, then?

Grok: Hhhot water.

Serena: *big grin*

Swerve: Alright. I can do that.

Cyclonus: I will need two of Tempest's rations.

Swerve: *blinks and nods to the big Seeker before heading off to get the organic peeps their noms and Grok his hot water*

Nightwish: *to Ambulon* Your shoulder's crying.

Tempest: *gearing up to cry in sympathy with the other babby*

Ambulon: *acks and tries to coax the little hugmonster out*

Blackflight: *will show the medic how to properly coax a hugmonster out*

Nightwish: *gently scoops Tempest out of his pouch and sets him in Tailgate's hand*

Firestar: Red... *amazed laughter at her brother, who just decided to have a go at the undistributed rations*

Red Alert: Well, if he's just going to leave them unguarded.

Rodimus: *laughing now*

Grok: *muscles ripple in his arms as he picks up the tray and starts bringing it around*

Firestar: *scoops up some of her bowl of mush and sticks it in Red Alert's mouth*

Red Alert: *surprised sound*

Grok: *stops in front of Cyclonus. Shows no hesitation or unease around the tall bot in the least. Just offers the tray*

Tsubasa: *tiny skreek as she peeks*

Cyclonus: *nods his thanks as he accepts rations for his family* *will move to sit down so he can feed Tsubasa*

Tsubasa: *crawls out of her pouch and clings to Daddy's arm*

Grok: *grins at the cute little baby, and then goes to offer the tray to Rodimus and then Blackflight*

Worf: *sitting on his nice man's hand now, letting the world know that his belly hurts!*

Swerve: *back with the food for the organic peeps, and a mug of steaming hot water for Grok*

Serena: *laughs* You're going to need more hot water. *then thanks him politely as she takes her ration and looks around to see where she wants to sit. Soft ack as somebody small runs past laughing*

Memoranda: *it's morning! The world is beautiful! What do you mean a baby that's been up half the down shift should be asleep now??*

Eee-Chirr: *little warble as Swerve offers her her ration*

Memoranda: *pauses to hug the nice lady's leg, then makes a beeline for Rodimus and climbs into his lap. Sits back and looks expectantly at his breakfast*

Nightwish: *snerk!*

Rodimus: *pokes a spoonful of cinnamud and grease milk at Memoranda's mouth*

Memoranda: *smacks lips and noms*

Tempest: *huh? HEY! THAT BABY'S EATING! HIS SISSY'S EATING! WHERE'S HIS????*

Swerve: *bringing the tray of organic noms over to where Cyclonus can grab Tempest's rations*

Blackflight: *will snag one of the rations and show Ambulon how to feed a hugmonster*

Worf: *careful eater despite his demanding and authoritarian sounds*

Nightwish: *sets Tailgate down where he can get the food for his little pet*

Grok: *meets up with Swerve* Jussst put Poppet'ssss meal on the floor.

Swerve: Alright. *will do so*

Poppet: *had been following him around. Now lays down with the big biscuit bowl between her front paws and daintily nuzzles the top aside before beginning to eat the long sausages and gravy that it contains. And to PURR*

Serena: *pockets the two kitty snacks that are always included in all her rations, and then gleefully pours hot water over the cereal before grabbing the fruit and veggie bar and having a big but careful bite as she bows her head*

Swerve: *chuckles as he watches, then looks to Eee-Chirr as she begins warbling quietly with her head bowed over her rations*

Eee-Chirr: *finishes her praying, then gives Swerve a small wink*

Swerve: *blink!*

Grok: *finished passing out the bot breakfast, now sets the tray back on the counter and then grabs the mug of water. Bows his head a moment before chugging happily*

Rewind: *bursts through the door then in full panic mode* MEMORANDA'S GONE!

Memoranda: *chirp?*

Rodimus: No, she's not, Rewind. She's right here, sharing my breakfast.

Rewind: *looks that way, and then slowly sits on the floor with his hand over his spark*

Nightwish: *pings that babby's mother*

Chromedome: *sounds very panicked, is likely making quite a mess of the habsuite* //Can't talk, gotta find Memoranda!//

Nightwish: //She's at Swerve's, eating breakfast.//

Rewind: *nobody mind him. He's just having a little cry*

Chromedome: //...// *closes the line with a click. Will likely be booking it for Swerve's shortly*

Ironhide: *appears right in front of the door just as the worried mother reaches it*

Chromedome: *startled squawk, and some fancy footwork to avoid a collision*

Ironhide: *startled exclamation and grabs her*

Jazz: *laughs and plays a snatch of 'Wipe Out'*

Memoranda: *opens her mouth for another bite of nom*

Rodimus: *obliges*

Chromedome: *rambling incoherently about needing to check on her kid and husband*

Ironhide: *soothing sounds as he looks around. Reaches over and snags Rewind, then tucks him into his wife's arms* There y'u go. Now jes' circulate, Chromedome.

Chromedome: *bibbling and clinging to Rewind*

Jazz: *quietly* Maaan. 'Hide, you ever git like that 'n I'll...

Ironhide: Yes, dear. *brings the minibots over and settles them in a chair*

Rodimus: *working out how to get up and continue feeding a sparklet at the same time*

Ironhide: *walks over to Rodimus. Takes both babby and bowl of fuel, brings those over to Chromedome and Rewind*

Memoranda: *STRANGER! YELL!*

Rewind: *right there and demanding his baby*

Jazz: *startled beyond words by that babby yell*

Chromedome: *on her feet and ready to rumble!*

Ironhide: *soothing words as he goes to one knee and offers little Memoranda to her father* There's Dad, see? Yeah. D'y'u think y'u lost 'im?

Memoranda: *hugging Daddy now, but looking thoughtful at the big red guy and kinda thinking that she likes him*

Chromedome: *going to fuss over babby now, kthx*

Ironhide: *scarred old mug cracks a grin that would stun his enemies by its sweetness as he offers the bowl of mush*

Rodimus: *snerk* Nice.

Rewind: *quietly* Thanks, 'Hide.

Memoranda: *grabs the bowl of mush* Yeah!

Nightwish: *looks at that, then looks at a little pink fuzzball dancing for his breakfast and a tiny Seeker who just crawled into the bowl of mush her dad is trying to feed her* *looks at Blackflight* You have this kind of fun where you come from?

Blackflight: ... This is a quiet morning where I come from.

Nightwish: *quirks a brow and pokes mush into Tailgate's mouth* Oh really?

Blackflight: *nods* You don't have to contend with big gestalts coming in for their breakfast after a night of patrols on top of the usual morning activity.

Nightwish: *looks over as Lancer and Signal roar in, and then snerks as Nightstrike saunters in sans mentor*

Nightstrike: S'erve! Nomma now! *swings her mole whacking mallet*

Dreadwing: *comes in with Skids tucked under his arm and his knuckles being firmly applied to the Skids head* Let this be a reminder about where pink flower stickers do not belong.

something: *blows up somewhere down the hall*

Nightwish: *brow quirk at Blackflight*

Blackflight: Now it's normal breakfast chaos. *grin*

Rodimus: And the stretcher surfers and grenade tag players aren't even awake yet.

Dreadwing and Ironhide: *spot each other at the same time* *RUMBLE MODE*

Nightwish: *facepalm*

Rodimus: So what's chaos for you? *yup. totally ignoring Ironhide and Dreadwing*

Blackflight: This, plus the aforementioned gestalts, and Flashpoint coming for a visit.

Whirl: *coming in then, raising quite a ruckus* First I get slammed into the hull, then my kid goes missing, and now you yahoos are starting a fight without me! *dives into the Dreadwing and Ironhide rumble without hesitation*

Dreadwing and Ironhide: *grab her, thump on her, and launch her toward the door just as Dreadwing's brother comes in*

Skyquake: *ducks and continues into the bar*

Nightstrike: *belly laughs and waves her mallet* Bap!

Whirl: *war whoop, dives right back into the fracas*

two fists: *meet her coming the other way!*

Ratchet: *bends backward at the knees as she sails over, then straightens and scoots inside* *shaking as he stops by the bar* Wow!

Whirl: *string of obscenities as she tries to get to her feet*

Blackwing: *dryly* Just like home.

Nighwish: Dreadwing, Whirl! Take it to the holodeck!

Ironhide: Huh? Ack! *snagged by big blue Seeker and dragged from the room* Whut the... *doors close behind them, shutting out Whirl's cursing*

Nightwish: *turns back to Blackflight* So. Just like home, you say?

Blackflight: Come to Quadriate. You'll understand then.

Nightwish: *grinning broadly as she looks at the captain* Sounds like a fun place. Whaddaya think, Chief?

Rodimus: *matching grin* Let's get the crew fueled up, then we can go.


meanwhile, at the bar


Nightstrike: *climbs up on bar stool and sets her mallet on the bar* Noms.

Ratchet: *starting to get over the scare of having Whirl thrown at his head. Is curious about Nightstrike, and knows he still needs to give her a checkup*

Swerve: *telling Ratchet about the candy that was in the shipment of fuel most recently received*

Nightstrike: *waits a moment, and then growls and pounds on the counter with her mallet* Hungry! Noms! Peeeze!

Swerve: Ack! *will move to get some of the cinnamud and grease milk ready for Nightstrike*

Nightstrike: *notices Ratchet looking at her. Looks back with friendly interest that may seem out of place with her mallet wielding and that hole she shot in the wall the last time Whirl tried giving her a bath* Hiya.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* Hi, Nightstrike.

Swerve: *will set a bowl of cinnamud and grease milk down in front of Nightstrike, and one in front of Ratchet*

Nightstrike: Tanks you, Serve. *tosses mallet down, then takes her bowl and spoon and tries to eat neatly. Still has the coordination of a bot her age, though. Some of the good fuel goes on her and on the floor*

Ratchet: *will carefully eat his own fuel, before offering assistance to Nightstrike*

Nightstrike: *curious look* Buh?

Ratchet: *gently* Let's get as much of the fuel into your tank as we can, hmm?

Nightstrike: I can do? *drops more and looks down at it* Oh scrap.

Ratchet: *gentle clicks, will offer assistance*

Nightstrike: *eats, then jumps down off her stool and goes to him. Lifts her arms*

Ratchet: *will reach to lift the youngster*

Nightstrike: *snuggles back against him companionably and purrs softly*

Ratchet: *surprised by the snuggling and the purring, will scan Nightstrike as he holds her*

Nightstrike: *stronger than nearly every other spark he'll have ever looked at. Contains code similar to that of a certain notorious Decepticon Seeker, as well as that of a big 'Con he once ran into named Stryker. Also shows a clear relation to the pattern that Nightwish gave him and told him was her own CNA pattern*

Ratchet: *makes a note of the scan data, will discuss the matter with Nightwish later*

Nightstrike: *click click pop squeak click* Pony! *pop pop click click click pop* Uh huh. *skreek squee, pop pop click click!*

Ratchet: Pony?

Nightstrike: Yup. Pony. *nods and then looks for the spoon*

Ratchet: Now who is playing pony? *will reach for the wayward spoon as carefully as he can*

Nightstrike: Nuh uh. No play pony. Babeh wanna pony. *sees spoon and perks*

Ratchet: I see. Well, you'll have to ask Nightwish and Rodimus about that. *gets the spoon and offers it*

Nightstrike: Yup. Bap say no. *chuckles and eats*

Blackflight: *as more and more bots start filtering in for breakfast* Do you forbid fraternizing between married couples during duty hours or something?

Rodimus: Er... *headtilt* Define 'fraternizing'.

Nightwish: There's only one married couple. Up until recently these guys didn't know that there were any girl Cybertronians.

Blackflight: ... *blink. BLINK! Jaw drops*

Nightwish: *looks at Rodimus*

Rodimus: *puzzled* What? Is something wrong?

Nightwish: He was wondering why he couldn't see any husbands and wives being mushy.

Rodimus: ... Oh. *shrug* Not that many married couples here.

Nightwish: *raises her voice* Will all the girls present raise a hand?

Nightstrike: *raises two with baby pride*

Tsubasa: *looks, and shyly lifts a tiny limb*

Lancer: *raises her hand, daring the bots she's with to say anything*

Drift: *raises her hand*

Bob: *chitter*

Sunstreaker: *to Bob* You are not. But I am!

Rewind: *hand up and pointing at his wife and daughter*

Nightwish: *her own hand in the air, she blinks with surprise* When did you find out, Lancer?

Lancer: Asked First Aid why my spark looked different than Signal's.

Nightwish: *sputters laughter at twins*

Scourge: *comes running in and stops* Why are hands up?

Cyclonus: Ultra Magnus is taking a roll call of the women and girls of the crew.

Scourge: *hand shoots up proudly* ME! I'm a girl!

Bob: *baby radar tingling! MUST INVESTIGATE!*

Blackflight: *surprised* There's so few...

Scourge: *Insecticon in her face* Meep!

Nightwish: *quietly* There are others who don't know yet. But when we saw the trauma caused by telling people we decided to just let them continue as they were unless they wanted to know. Drift, I see you. Leave him alone.

Blackflight: *small nod*

Drift: Aww. C'mon!

Nightwish: *to Drift* I mean it. Don't make me call Whirl.

Drift: *meeps*

Blackwing: ... Why would that be a bad thing?

Rodimus: Just trust us when we use it as a threat. *grin*

Tailgate: *quietly, as he watches Tempest dance* Whirl's the bot that they threw at Ratchet's head.

Blackflight: ... The one who couldn't fly right?

Nightwish: *snerk* She can fly just fine when she hasn't got a runt aboard button mashing.

Blackwing: Ah. *small nod*

Nightwish: *looks toward the sound of a sputter by the bar and sees that Nightstrike's attempt to feed Ratchet resulted in grease milk in his intakes*

Ratchet: *trying to clear said intakes*

Nightstrike: Uh? *watching her friend with confused concern*

Nightwish: Milk up the intakes. So, who do we need to talk to in order to visit your world?

Blackflight: That would be Mythryl. He's the primary representative.

Nightwish: Do you have his frequency? *glances at Rodimus to see if he wants to do this. Snort* Chief, get the spoon out of your intake.

Rodimus: Awww. *removes spoon* We should call 'em soon.

Blackflight: *nods and tilts his head slightly*

Nightwish: *quizzical look, and then a snerk as Tempest rolls over successfully when asked for the first time*

Tailgate: *happy sounds*

Blackflight: *looks up* He'll meet us on the surface.

Rodimus: *grin* Cool.

Nightwish: On the surface? Where do you guys live? *looks up* And what just bounced off the hull?

Blackflight: Our world is called Terra. It's part of the Quadriate system.

Nightwish: Terra? *slightly surprised and shows it*

Tailgate: *looks up worriedly*

Nightwish: *kisses him on the helm and looks back to Blackflight*

Blackflight: *nods* It's one of several planets behind the Lock. And Team Maelstrom wishes to extend their apologies. It seems one of them is sharing more than just a slight overcharge with the part responsible for steering.

Rodimus: Aw, man! They'd better not poke more holes in my ship!

Nightwish: Maelstrom?? *gets up, sets Tailgate in her seat, and runs out of the bar*

Nightstrike: *tries to follow Sissy!*

Ratchet: *will try to interest Nightstrike in more fuel*

Blackflight: *moving to follow so he can explain* One of the Terra gestalt teams.

Nightwish: *turns at the corridor junction* I know who they are. And I know what Calypso's like.

Blackflight: ... *stops short right in front of Rodimus*

Rodimus: Ack! *fancy footwork to avoid the Seeker*

Blackflight: *hurrying after Nightwish* How do you know what Calypso is like, and how do you know of Maelstrom?

Nightwish: I've met them before. Other versions of them. Remember what I said about WakeJumper? *stops in front of the lift and pokes the control*

Blackflight: ... You have to explain this. *carefully getting onto the lift, Rodimus at his heels*

Nightwish: *slight smile as she turns and looks at the other Seeker* Do I look like the Cybertronian women from this reality?

Blackflight: ... A bit curvier than most I've met, to be honest.

Nightwish: Look at my eyes, and the sculpting of my face.

Blackflight: *pauses and really looks at Nightwish* ... *blink. Blink!*

Nightwish: *bright golden eyes narrow slightly in amusement* No. I'm not from around here. *presses the button to bring them to the deck with the main entrance*

Blackflight: I don't understand.

Rodimus: ... I hear singing.

Nightwish: *sighs and calls up her armour* There's more than one reality in the multiverse. Yeah. Sounds like Calypso's sharing the love.

Blackflight: ... Multiverse? *confused*

Rodimus: You'll find out later. *steps out of the lift, attention going to where a big hand just reached out to try and grab something so the rest of the gestalt can get stabilized*

Maelstrom: *looks quite plastered*

Nightwish: *walks over and sticks her head out the door* Maelstrom, disengage your components.

Maelstrom: *confused blinking*

Blackflight: *sigh* Must have been pretty strong high grade... *will walk over to the gestalt*

Nightwish: *hops out and slaps the big gestalt upside the head in just the right place*

Rodimus: *startled squawk as the gestalt crumples and the components come in through the open door*

WakeJumper: *lands on her aft, holding her head*

Downrush: *faceplant, groan*

Calypso: *three point landing, giggling muchly now*

Deluge: *flop* Ugh...

Frostbite: *faceplant* *snore*

Nightwish: *hands on hips* Anyone sober here?

WakeJumper: *bleary squinting* I think I'm the closest one to that right now.

Nightwish: *looks around* Wow... that bot's smaller than Downrush.

WakeJumper: Frostbite? Yeah... Frost's small.

Nightwish: *pulls something out of subspace and sticks it on WakeJumper's forehead, then presses the button*

WakeJumper: *startled sound*

Blackflight: *startled and tensed now*

Nightwish: There, WakeJumper's dried out. *presses the button again and removes the energy sink*

WakeJumper: *boggling a bit* How do you know my name? *moving to get to her feet*

Nightwish: I'm Batman. *sticks the sink on Downrush*

WakeJumper: *blink blink. Doesn't get it*

Downrush: *more groan*

Nightwish: *presses the button* Who's next? No sense putting it on Calypso, she's the same regardless of energy level.

Downrush: Help Deluge and Frostbite.

Nightwish: Yup. *scans his energy level, and then presses the button and sticks the sink on Frostbite*

Frostbite: *snores*

Nightwish: *activates the sink, then looks around and makes a funny comment in elementary Quadriate that one of the WakeJumpers that frequents the Black Dog tends to say for a notcuss*

WakeJumper: *snerks even as she moves to scan her teammates* *pleased sound as she sees that aside from Calypso, who tends toward permanently sloshed, her teammates are no longer overcharged. Frostbite is still conked out, however*

Nightwish: *finishes Frostbite, and then sets the sink on Deluge* Alright, Chief, you should be alright with greetings and all that. *looks down as a hugmonster pops out of Deluge and warbles cheerfully*

Rodimus: *moving to approach* *snerks as several other hugmonsters pop out of the members of Maelstrom and begin singing and chirping at each other and the bots present*

Nightwish: *glances at Blackflight as she takes the sink off Deluge* What's that all about?

Blackflight: *chuckles* Team Maelstrom's component sparks sound happy, and hugmonsters like checking out new places, especially if they don't hear other hugmonsters around.

Rodimus: ... Are any of them carrying eggs?

Nightwish: *looks down and scans* The monsters aren't, but Calypso's got a couple.

Rodimus: Aw.

Blackflight: I'm sure there will be at least one hugmonster on the planet who is when we land.

Downrush: Here. *will reach under Calypso's plating and carefully extract one of the eggs* Caly's got too many anyway. *grins and offers the egg*

Nightwish: Rodimus, what are you thinking of?

Rodimus: *holds out his hands* I want one. They're cute.

Nightwish: You realize you've barely got room inside your plating for yourself, right?

Rodimus: But...

WakeJumper: *frowns and scans the brightly colored mech* Sheesh. Littler than the runt. I'm seconding the 'No'.

hugmonsters: *sudden decision and three of them bounce off their bots and squirm through an access panel on the wall*

Nightwish: ... Pipes is going to love that.

WakeJumper: ... *sigh* Figures that it'd be Fred, Lyra, and Moofie.

Nightwish: *gives her a questioning frown*

WakeJumper: You'll have a colony soon enough.

Nightwish: On the ship? *looks at Rodimus* Does this ship have a spark?

Rodimus: I have no idea. It used to be a Neutral ship.

Blackflight: They're scouting. They'll find a good place for an egg, and come back for any extras in Calypso's frame.

Rodimus: ... Red's gonna love that.

Red Alert: *just put out a startled SOS*

Nightwish: *turns and jogs over to where the security chief is standing by the elevators* It's alright, Red. We've got it in servo.

Red Alert: *panicked rambling, lights on his helm indicating his distress*

Nightwish: *stores armour and picks him up. Pats his back soothingly and starts listing the benefits that the little dinosaurs bring to their hosts, starts with the eradication of pests, and finishes with companionship for anybody who wants it*

Team Maelstrom: *conversing quietly with one another as they get a good look at the bot under the armor*

Nightwish: *feels something climbing her leg and picks up the half grown blue hugmonster so that she can introduce it to Red Alert*

monster: *trillll. Purrrrrr. Comforrrrt uuuuuuu. CUTE!*

Red Alert: *cautious peek, soft clicks*

monster: *clicks back, still cuting for all she's worth* *is young, but already has a strong instinct for taking care of nice mans*

Red Alert: *hesitantly offers a finger to the little creature*

monster: *om nom nom. Cute playful nibblings with those massive tiny jaws*

Red Alert: *more clicks*

monster: *pets the finger with her head, and then puts her head down and her tail up and looks at the nice man upside down. Funny little "plurk plurk plurk!" sound of happiness*

WakeJumper: *soft chuckle* I think she likes that guy.

Nightwish: She one of Lyra's? They're sort of the same colour.

WakeJumper: Looks like it.

monster: *tries to climb up to the nice man's hand, making a hopeful little sound. About the same size as Worf, though she's been born much longer*

Red Alert: *gentle, soothing clicks, will help the little thing*

Nightwish: *watches the little monster climb up Red Alert's arm* *softly* You don't have a lot of room inside, but she'd keep you safe.

Red Alert: *small nod of agreement* *quietly* We may need to get more of the food that Tempest likes...

Nightwish: We've got about a ton of it. *chuckles, then looks over to the gestalt team* What's this one's name?

WakeJumper: Mavis.

Mavis: *churrups, but doesn't look toward her. Has decided to keep this nice man. He needs her*

Rodimus: *small nod* Yeah. We've got more than enough. *a bit sad that he doesn't get his own hugmonster, but can tell Mavis will be good for Red Alert*

Mavis: *up to her nice man's shoulder, and then reaches down to pat his chest. Polite little sound of request. Can she have in?*

WakeJumper: *to Red Alert* She wants to sit where she can keep you safe. The warmth from your spark will help her.

Nightwish: *quietly* She wants inside your plating.

Red Alert: *looks a bit worried by the idea* *quietly* C-can we go inside for that, please? *or not*

Nightwish: *looks over at their visitors* Rodimus, why don't you take our guests to Swerve's and give them some blitzcake?

Rodimus: Sure. *will move to lead the gestalt inside*

Blackflight: *chuckles as Downrush and WakeJumper haul Calypso to her feet and Team Maelstrom follows Rodimus inside*

Nightwish: *remote triggers the airlock doors and watches them slide shut*

Red Alert: *quick glance around, will turn so his back is facing you, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *obligingly puts a hand over her eyes. Not that it does anything, but she's being polite*

Mavis: *yay! Happy little sound as she peeks, and then helps herself to the space on top of his spark chamber. Curls up and sings*

Red Alert: *slight squirm as Mavis gets settled*

Nightwish: She's happy, so you must be fine, Red.

Red Alert: *small, shy smile as he turns around again*

Nightwish: She'll be moving around in there, so don't panic, alright? *sets him down carefully on his feet*

Mavis: *little quizzical sound as she feels the funny bump. Her nice man hasn't got wings, why is he landing?*

Red Alert: *small nod, is circulating air slowly*

Nightwish: *kisses him on the head and then calls her armour up* You missed it when I suggested Rodimus serve cake, didn't you?

Red Alert: *perks up* We still have cake left?

Nightwish: *laughs* A lot of cupcakes and mug cake kits, and a few of the fancy ones for special days. Roddy's probably breaking out the whole nine yards.

Red Alert: *moving to head for Swerve's*

Nightwish: *chuckles and walks beside him* Oh. I've got another gift for you.

Red Alert: *blinks* You do?

Nightwish: *holds out a small component made to snap into the circuitry on his arm* Feel like being able to teleport?

Red Alert: *puzzled* Teleport?

Nightwish: *hands him the component, tells him the coordinates to Swerve's, and then vanishes with a swish and a slight flash*

Red Alert: *arriving a few moments later, looking quite shocked*

Sideswipe: *startled curse, nearly walked into Red Alert*

Calypso: *BRAAAP*

Bob: *chitters at what looks like funtimes happening*

Nightwish: *in her armour again as she comes and sits by Rodimus. Frowns at Calypso* Nice.

Calypso: *muzzy grin*

WakeJumper: *studying her mug cake kit curiously*

Nightwish: *laughs when she sees that she was wrong* No fancy cake, huh?

Rodimus: I did offer it to them. They didn't want any. *amused*

WakeJumper: This is interesting.

Nightwish: *knowing smile* And just how fast were you talking about how cool the transformation from powder to cake, pudding, and frosting was?

Rodimus: *sheepish grin*

WakeJumper: *decides to add the required amount of energon to the contents of the mug*

Nightwish: *notices Downrush studying her closely and lifts a brow* Do I have something on my face?

Downrush: You have a set of armor, but you look different underneath...

Calypso: *getting a bit rowdy now*

Nightwish: *reaches over and very gently twists Calypso's wrist in a way that she'll have to sit nicely to take off the pressure* Yes. I'm wearing the Magnus armour.

Downrush: *as Calypso makes a pained sound, he's nodding, even though he doesn't fully understand the concept*

Nightwish: *quietly* Ultra Magnus was the name of one of the greatest heroes of Cybertron in this reality. When he died an official named Tyrest decided to make a suit of armour in his image so that there would always be an Ultra Magnus upholding the law.

Downrush: ... Huh. *confused by the notion* Why not just honor him by naming a section of the planet after him?

Nightwish: Because Tyrest was a power hungry jerk.

Rodimus: *just snorted pudding out his intakes*

Downrush: *frowns* I see. *attention going to Calypso, who has fallen silent*

Calypso: *just saw something pretty*

Nightwish: *sighs and lets go of Calypso to wipe her fiancé's face* Rodimus, how old are you again?

Rodimus: *as he gets his face wiped* Just picture Minimus' reaction to hearing you say that!

Nightwish: *brows lift* He's heard me relate what I did to Tyrest.

Rodimus: *snickerfitdie*

Downrush: *raised brow ridge* Sounds like a good story. Tell it?

Nightwish: *looks around for bittybots that might be traumatized or given bad ideas. Sees Scourge and Tsubasa sitting by Cyclonus as he frowns over cards against the Seeker twins* *transmits the story over private comms*

Ironhide: *looking to see if he can get in on the card game*

Nightwish: *even as she's telling the story to the Quadriate guests she opens another channel to Rodimus* //Do you realize we have stowaways?//

Rodimus: *blink* //We do? How'd that happen?// *looking around now*

Nightwish: //Ironhide and Jazz had full subspace compartments when they got here. Ironhide's is empty now. And I don't see Jazz in Swerve's.//

Rodimus: //...// *struggling not to laugh. He's figured out what's going on*

Nightwish: //Ironhide's also no longer simmering with frustration and anger.//

Rodimus: //Huh. Wonder what made 'em decide to move in?

Nightwish: //Guess we'll have to find out.// *finishes telling the story of her meeting with Tyrest and looks at her audience*

Downrush: *frowning* That guy sounds like a real piece of work.

Nightwish: He's where he can't cause any more trouble. *turns toward the door some time before anyone else can hear Whirl coming* Oh fun, Ironhide showed Dreadwing duct tape.

Nightstrike: *turns away from Ratchet just as the Quadriate bots will hear the incoming bot. Jumps down, grabs her mallet, and plants herself a few feet in front of the door*

Nightwish: *turns to watch and see what's happening*

Whirl: *bursts in, cursing muffled by the duct tape over where her mouth might be*

bar patrons: *look up, but only a few seem worried. The rest go back to their drinks*

Team Maelstrom: *all on their feet, ready to stop a fight if necessary*

Nightstrike: *braces feet, and swings her mallet, first at one mentor knee and then the other*

Whirl: *indignant shriek as she topples*

Nightstrike: *up on her Bap's back and runs up to her head. Hits that a few times*

Whirl: *can't fight back, since her claws got duct taped as well*

bar patrons: *laughing and returning to their drinks since Whirl can't cause trouble right now*

Ratchet: *shakes his head and sighs*

Calypso: ... I like t'at li'l 'un. *nod nod *

Nightstrike: *looks around and holds up a hand from where she's now sitting on Whirl's head. Wriggles her fingers* Cake, peeeze.

Calypso: *will move to share her cake*

Deluge: *snerks and shakes her head*

Frostbite: ... Okay then.

Nightstrike: *pulls the tape off her Bap's speaker, and then shoves a spoonful of cake and stuff into the fuel port beside it*

Nightwish: *chuckles and moves so that Downrush will be able to see what's happening by the door*

Downrush: *worriedly* Is she okay?

Nightwish: *looks back at him* Who, Whirl? *quick scan* Yeah, she's fine.

Downrush: ... That can't be comfortable.

Whirl: *isn't swearing, too busy being fed*

Calypso: *grinning, even as she subtly studies a big black mech nearby*

Nightwish: She's not cursing, so she's probably pretty content. //Trailcutter, there's a lady thinking you're pretty.//

Trailcutter: *sputters his drink*

Nightwish: //Don't worry. She's obstreperous, but I don't think she's going to harass you.//

Nightstrike: *pauses in cake feeding to lean down and look at Bap's optic* More?

Whirl: *bleep*, yeah!

Deluge: *leans back a bit* ... *snerks as she gets a good look at the mech her sister is admiring*

Nightstrike: *tries to take the whole mug from Calypso*

Nightwish: *telling Trailcutter which lady it is that's looking*

Trailcutter: //... I'm not sure how that makes me feel, Ultra Magnus.//

Nightwish: //Well, you're not ugly. Maybe offer her some cake or some other solid fuel and talk to her. Find out how you feel that way.// *glances over to where Red Alert is quietly introducing Mavis to Firestar and Swerve*

Trailcutter: *hesitating just a bit*

Nightwish: *asks the bot that's playing waiter to bring Trailcutter a big plate of BBQ gummi ham hash*

bar patrons: *attention on the good smelling noms as the plate is brought to Trailcutter*

Ironhide: *wants to trade his mug of cake for some of that*

Trailcutter: *boggling now*

Calypso: *very interested in what the bot she's admiring has, but will be good and wait to see if he invites her to join him*

Nightwish: *distracted by Blackflight*

Blackflight: You're not eating, Ultra Magnus?

Nightwish: *blink blink* No. I don't eat.

Blackflight: *blink. Blink. This does not compute*

Nightwish: *offers him a bit of golden energon candy*

Blackflight: *will reach for the offered candy curiously*

Nightwish: I bet you guys refuel more often for fun than for a real need for more energy. You seem pretty efficient.

Blackflight: *soft chuckle* Most of us recharge our energy stores in a manner similar to how Flashpoint was... *will study the candy a bit before having a taste* *surprised sound*

Nightwish: *nods and pokes Rodimus on the hand for trying to grab hers* That candy's made from excess energy that I generate.

Blackflight: Wow. *quite surprised*

Flashpoint: *gave First Aid the slip*

Nightwish: And there's your sister. *gets up and heads out of the room, stepping over her baby sister and Whirl along the way*

Blackflight: *facepalming now*

Whirl: *content to stay where she is, thank you very much*

Nightwish: *strides up to the red Seeker and looks at her sternly*

Flashpoint: *leaning on the wall for support. Determined to do her job, no matter what*

Nightwish: What are you doing, Flash?

Flashpoint: Gotta... keep mah end 'f th' bet.

Nightwish: Your father sent Maelstrom, and your brother's here. *reaches to pick the other woman up*

Flashpoint: *not really up to getting away, but she'll try* 'M s'posed t...

Nightwish: *smacks her on the skid plate* I can carry you under an arm like a sack, or I can let you have a little dignity. Your choice.

Moofie: *looks through a vent and sings happily*

Flashpoint: *mutter* 'M past th' point'a lost digniteh...

answering voice: *chirps from near Flashpoint's shoulder*

Nightwish: *starts to reply, but then pauses* You need to feed your passenger.

Flashpoint: *quietly* Th't's wh't Ah'm trah'n t' do...

Nightwish: *nods quietly and puts her free arm under Flash's legs, so that she can bring her in carefully* Are you excited that she's out? *notices a tiny muzzle peek out next to Flashpoint's neck*

Flashpoint: *small, careful nod*

babby: *chirp*

Nightwish: Is that silver colour common? *carefully steps over Whirl and Nightstrike again*

Flashpoint: Not realleh...

Ratchet: *dismayed sound as he catches sight of the Seeker*

Nightwish: *soft sound of surprise as the baby emerges* She shimmers. *then looks toward Ratchet*

Flashpoint: *starting to droop considerably more than she was earlier*

babby: *worried trill for her person*

Ratchet: *will get the hover stretcher from where someone brought it in after a joyriding session*

Swerve: *looks over toward what Ratchet's doing* Ooops. Heh. Now how'd that get there?

Blackflight: *moving to help with his sister*

Red Alert: *'tsk'-ing at Swerve*

Swerve: :D

Nightwish: *to Blackflight* I have her. Help Ratchet with the stretcher.

babby hugmonster: *sad little sounds. Isn't singin'*

Blackflight: *worried expression is a go, will help Ratchet with the hover stretcher*

Ratchet: *fussing and scanning Flashpoint to see what could be wrong*

Nightwish: She just pushed herself too hard when she needs to be recharging and defragging. *offers a gentle hand to the baby hugmonster and is angrily rebuffed*

babby: *sassin'! Issa worried babby*

Flashpoint: *mutters something about needing to do her job*

Nightwish: When you're up to it. If you get up again I'll stick you to the wall upside down and tell the local bittybots your head's a piñata.

Flashpoint: ... Wh't's a piñata?

Nightwish: A decorated vessel full of small toys and treats that is broken open with a stick.

Flashpoint: ...

Team Maelstrom: *collective shudder*

Blackflight: *wince at the mental images*

Nightstrike: *cheerfully hits her Bap in the head for failing to be ready for the next spoon full of nom*

Whirl: Ow! Hey! *was listening in on the conversation, too*

Ratchet: Did she really need that, Nightstrike? *looking around to see the best place to put his patient, since she's gotten away from First Aid*

Nightstrike: *looks at Whirl* Bap needed bap?

Whirl: No. Bap needs noms.

Ratchet: *snerks at Whirl's serious tone*

Nightstrike: *gentle bap for doctor toes* *and then more nom for Bap!*

Whirl: *pleased sound*

Nightwish: Nightstrike, that was wrong.

Blackflight: *soft chuckle as he watches the bapping and then the feeding of the cyclopian lady*

Nightwish: *pushes the stretcher over to where Ratchet wants it, and then looks up as she senses something in the vent over behind Rodimus*

Fred: *shoves the grill open, looks around, and then drops a dead glitchmouse into the nearest container for nice man food*

Rodimus: *startled curse* What the?!

dead glitchmouse: *laying right there in the last of his second helping of mud and grease milk*

Rodimus: ... Ewww.

WakeJumper: *looks over* ... Well, if you don't want it. *moves to help herself to the bowl*

Rodimus: ... 0_0

WakeJumper: *will swirl the glitchmouse around until it has a good coating of mud and grease milk, then she's popping it into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully*

Nightwish: *eyes go wide as she watches the crew members in the bar lean away from the orange and black woman* What...

Downrush: ... *raised brow ridge* What? It's a good source of alloys.

Nightwish: *turns that wide-eyed look toward him* You eat living things?

Downrush: *wrinkles nose* Not while they're alive. That's just cruel.

Nightwish: *gobsmacked. Has never heard of this form of recycling before*

Deluge: It helps keep the glitchmice under control, too. *shrug*

Calypso: *to Rodimus, even as she begins to approach Trailcutter's table* We needs t' get ye a slab o' Marauder haunch when we're to home.

Rodimus: 0.o Marauder?

WakeJumper: *after she finishes the bite in her mouth* Resident apex predator on our world. They can get bigger than me, if they get enough to eat.

Rodimus: *jaw DROPS*

Blackflight: No. Don't feed the poor man marauder. *makes a face* *to Rodimus* I'll treat you to a nice dish of alloy fed thundertron.

Flashpoint: *just conked out. Her hugmonster is now throwing a fit*

Nightwish: *snaps out of her surprise* Blackflight, tend the little shimmer.

Blackflight: *will check his subspace for hugmonster treats*

Swerve: *will bring over a plate of food for the hugmonster. Was warming up some of Tempest's rations earlier so Red Alert could feed his hugmonster, and got a bit too much out* Here. See if the little bit'll like this.

babby: *cheeps and trills. Can smell noms, but her person needs her!*

Nightwish: *pats Blackflight on the back* There you go.

Blackflight: *nods and accepts the offered plate. Will click and trill gently for the little hugmonster*

Nightwish: *sighs and picks Whirl and Nightstrike up to move them out from in front of the door*

Nightstrike: Oops. *put food in Bap's eye*

Whirl: *squawk, flinch*

Nightwish: I'll wipe that off after I get you parked, Whirl.

Frostbite: *snerk* Sisters?

Nightwish: Nightstrike is my differently coded sister. Whirl's a member of my wing.

Whirl: *dumbfounded, falls silent*

Frostbite: ... Family. *nod*

Nightwish: *sets Whirl on a chair at an empty table next to the one where Cyclonus is playing cards with the Seeker twins and Ironhide, then sets Nightstrike and the bowl of fuel on the table in front of her* *without turning* Where did Tailgate go?

Cyclonus: *without taking his attention away from his cards* He's in his sleep sack with Tempest. *slight headtilt toward the side the minibot is on*

Nightwish: *turns and looks at the floor between Cyclonus' chair and the wall* D'awwww.

Frostbite: *curious, will come over to investigate*

Nightwish: *automatically puts a hand out* Careful, the guys are protective of them.

Tsubasa: *is a little movement from where she's nomming on the side of her pouch on Daddy's chest and peeking at the world*

Cyclonus: *tenses slightly as the stranger approaches*

Dreadwing: *frowning as he watches Frostbite*

Skyquake: *turns his head to watch the stranger with a frown identical to his brother's*

Ironhide: *still intent on cards*

Tailgate: *all that can be seen of him is the top of his helm. He's curled up around Tempest in a knitted sleep sack and recharging peacefully*

Tempest: *presence only known by his peaceful sleeping sounds as he snuggles little Daddy and his bubby dolly*

Frostbite: *soft snerk* *quietly* Reminds me of when Wake was new.

Nightwish: *slight smile* These bots are most of my wing. Cyclonus, my second. His sister Scourge. The twins, Dreadwing and Skyquake. Whirl and Nightstrike. And Tailgate. Disturbia's not here right now, and Ironhide's visiting from Cybertron. *said that to watch the old bot look guilty*

Frostbite: *as Ironhide hunkers down guiltily* Your wing's big. *chuckles*

Nightwish: Most Seeker wings that I've seen are bigger. They've usually got several trines.

Frostbite: ... *blink blink. Does not compute*

Nightwish: *glances at Frostbite as she senses a difference in the femme's brain waves* What don't you understand?

Frostbite: Trines?

Nightwish: Oh. A Seeker family unit. Usually a married couple and a sibling of one of them, or three siblings. *doesn't personally know a lot about Seeker family dynamics. This is her guesswork on what she's seen*

Frostbite: ... That's a tiny family. *worried frown*

shimmer babby: *chirping and fussing over her person now, has a full tummy*

Nightwish: *quietly* Most bots from Cybertron aren't combiners. *as Ratchet walks up beside her* I personally don't share coding with any other living bot from the reality I was sparked in.

Frostbite: *boggling now*

Ratchet: ... *raised brow ridge* I'm inclined to disagree.

Nightwish: *blinks and looks at the doctor* With what, Ratchet? I know Starscream's offline. I watched him wish for it.

Ratchet: Nightstrike shares coding with you.

Nightwish: *goes utterly motionless* What?

Ratchet: *will databurst the scan results*

Nightwish: *gobsmacked expression on the Magnus faceplate*

Rodimus: *worried expression is a go*

Ratchet: I double-checked my scans.

Nightwish: Then she's...

Ratchet: *nods*

Whirl: She's what? *protective of babby*

Ratchet: *to Whirl* Nightstrike isn't Nightwish's sister. She's her daughter.

Whirl: ... *thinking this over now*

Nightwish: *stares at the husky little one, her expression holding faint horror* Is her spark normal? Hormah never said anything about her sharing the mutation.

Ratchet: *headshake* She's just got a stronger than average spark. Even some point one percenters aren't as strong as she is, but aside from being a very bright spark, she's normal.

Nightwish: *broad shoulders sag with relief, and then shake slightly as she turns away from the doctor and Frostbite*

Whirl: ... Huh. *wobble*

Nightstrike: *frowns at her Bap, and then looks around before shoving more food at her*

Rodimus: *gonna give fiancee hugs*

Nightwish: *tries to shoulder Rodimus away. Won't hug him while she's in the armour*

Whirl: *quietly, partially muffled by food* My head hurts.

Rodimus: *absently, to Whirl* No surprise there. *still trying to comfort Nightwish*

Nightwish: *shoulders him away again, and then starts to walk off*

Skyquake: *frowning deeply as he sets down his cards*

Dreadwing: *ditto that*

Cyclonus: *quiet, concerned rumble*

Frostbite: *innocently* Your family is growing.

Nightwish: *doesn't reply. Only walks to where she's not touching anyone and vanishes*

Rodimus: *SULK*

Whirl: *trying to discourage Nightstrike from feeding her any more. Feels kind of urky right now*

Nightstrike: *concerned frown* Bap?

Whirl: *quietly* I think I need a nap.

Ratchet: ! *SCANNING*

Nightstrike: *looks at Ratchet* Bap sick?

Ratchet: Her self-repair's kicked into gear.

Nightstrike: *looks around at all the bigs, and then back at the doctor* Bap sick?

Ratchet: She just needs to rest, and to process that tank full of fuel she's got, Nightstrike.

Nightstrike: *perks and turns back to her mentor* Bap! Nappytime.

Whirl: Yeah... *trying to get up now*

Nightwish: *door opens and she comes in with a Verity on her shoulder and Minimus in his blanket in the crook of one arm. Has his hover chair in the other hand* *stops and looks around, then goes over to the table she, Rodimus, and Blackflight had been sitting at and sets the chair down*

Rodimus: *scoots over to see if he can help any*

Minimus: *still a bit groggy. Will frown blearily at Rodimus*

Nightwish: Come on, Minimus. You need breakfast, and it's something good this morning. *gets him propped up with Rodimus' help*

Minimus: *small nod, is trying to wake up, honest!*

WakeJumper: *will help lift Whirl and Nightstrike* Hey, someone show me where this one sleeps?

Nightwish: *looks over her shoulder* //You okay with Wake roaming the ship, Chief?//

Rodimus: //Wake's the nice one, right?//

Nightwish: *chuckles over comms* //None of them will wreck the place, to go by the way Cally's playing so nice with 'Cutter over there.//

Calypso: *trying to convince Trailcutter that glitch mice would go well with what's on his plate*

Nightwish: *turns her head and nods to Nightstrike*

Nightstrike: Dat way. *points to the door and looks up at WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: Alright. You tell me where to turn, alright, kiddo? *gentle smile*

Nightstrike: *Look* Duh.

WakeJumper: *chuckles and heads out the door*

Jazz: *meets them at the door and grins up at WakeJumper, then pokes a pill into Whirl's mouth* Big purple guy in the Nexus asked me ta feed ya that.

WakeJumper: *scanning!*

Whirl: *muffled protest*

Jazz: *bops off back down the hall*

pill: *doesn't seem to have done anything other than cause Nightstrike to try and see into her Bap's mouth*

Whirl: I feel funny...

WakeJumper: *soft snerk* You're fine. You just need to recharge and defrag. *looks to her 'navigator'* Straight down this hall?

Nightstrike: *still trying to see inside Bap* Yup.


back inside


Lyra: *just returned from scouting to bring her person a glitch mouse*

Moofie: *has THREE mousies!* *looks like a puffin as she peers out of the vent*

Calypso: *gonna try offering Lyra's glitch mouse to Trailcutter*

Trailcutter: *recoiling a bit on instinct*

Moofie: *flying leap onto Rodimus' head, and then bounces down to the table the card game's on. From there to Skyquake's lap, and then to her nice man*

Rodimus: *squawk*

Downrush: *will give scritchies to Moofie and relieve her of glitch mice*

Moofie: *happy sound, and then asks to be put up to the vent again, since the nice man she jumped down on moved* *also starts calling to all the other hugmonsters in the area to come do a really big hunt*

Downrush: *will bring Moofie over to the vent as at least twelve hugmonsters make their exodus from Calypso's frame, and another six vacate Deluge, Frostbite, and Downrush himself*

Nightwish: *hands on Minimus' shoulders* o.0

Downrush: They must've found something to hunt. *pops one of the dead glitchmice into his mouth after making sure it's actually dead and not faking*

Rodimus: *as the hugmonster swarm comes at him and begins scaling Downrush* Well, at least we won't have a glitchmouse problem anymore...

Lyra: *up a Rodimus leg*

Rodimus: Ack!!! *does a bit of fancy footwork*

Nightwish: 0.0 *picks him up and reaches for the hugmonster*

Lyra: *chirp?*

Nightwish: *holds out monster adorned hand toward Downrush* Is that yours?

Downrush: One of mine, yeah... *will reach for Lyra and trill to her*

Verity: ... What the *BLEEP*?

Nightwish: *starts to say something, but then meeps as another wave, some very tiny, pops out of Calypso's seams* How many monsters do you HAVE, woman??

Calypso: *blinks and looks over her shoulder* Dunno. Lost count.

Nightwish: *facepalms as the second wave of monsters hops over her feet and some of them scale her to use as a platform to leap to Downrush*

Verity: Aww, look at this one! *petting the itty bitty brown thing that just settled in her lap*

Nightwish: Yeah, it's one of the little monsters that live inside our guests.

Verity: *looks up, startled* You have things living inside you?!

Downrush: ... *simply* So do you, but yours don't sing.

Nightwish: Oh right. I forgot about all those things in humans.

Verity: ... Ewwwww.

Minimus: *looks just a bit unsettled at the idea*

Scourge: *suddenly sits up straight on her chair over by Cyclonus and studies something in her hand thoughtfully, then sticks the something into her mouth. Crunching follows*

Cyclonus: *startled look for the youngster*

Scourge: Hey. The mouses do taste good.

Skyquake: *drops his cards with shock, full house all over the table*

Dreadwing: *jaw drops, as do his cards. Poor guy had a bum hand*

Ironhide: Realleh? Ah'll trah one too.

Trailcutter: *protest was just muffled by Calypso feeding him a glitch mouse*

Cyclonus: *so much boggling*

Nightwish: *looks from Rodimus to Minimus*

Rodimus: ... *holds hand out to nearest Quadriate bot*

Minimus: 0_0

Nightwish: *shakes head and then resumes getting Verity and Minimus settled for their breakfast*

((Written with random_xtras))

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