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MTMTE Lost Light. Day two 3
Continued from here
meanwhile
Rewind: *singing as he scoots through the vents. It's the same song he heard WakeJumper crooning to Eclipse at one point during breakfast*
Ee-Chirr: *is that soft, metallic chatter a ways down the vent*
Rewind: *pauses and scans* Who's there?
Ee-Chirr: Enssign Ee-Chirr. Have you had any luck yet?
Rewind: Nope. That bitty's being pretty quiet. *stops by her and looks ahead*
Ee-Chirr: *has adopted a very Cybertronian-looking form. If not for the fact that she's still got a feline visage, ears, and a tail, she'd probably pass as a protoform* *said ears are currently flicking and trying to pinpoint the sparklet's voice*
Rewind: Hey, Eclipse! What's Wake gonna say when she hears you're gone?
Eclipse: *is very faint babbling a ways down* Findin' Mama and Daddy!
Ee-Chirr: Mama and Daddy?
Rewind: *calls* Your bigbots are at the infirmary, with bittyKriti!
Eclipse: Nope nope nope!
Rewind: They are too! So's Tailgate!
Eclipse: Nope! Unca and Aunty with Kriti 'n 'Gate!
Rewind: Well come on back!
Eclipse: *THRRPT* Gonna find Mama and Daddy!
Ee-Chirr: *moving to see if she can spot the little guy*
Rewind: *soft chuckle* I see 'im. *scoots forward again*
Eclipse: *crawling for all he's worth!*
Ee-Chirr: *relaying this to First Aid and Rung*
Rewind: *breaks into a run, his little scanner dodad that he borrowed from that docbot in the nexus held in his hand*
Eclipse: *crawling quickly, is determined to find his Mama and Daddy!*
Rewind: *has the bitty in sight now! Darts around a drop shaft and keeps going*
Eclipse: *stops and listens for a few moments. Thinks he hears something*
Rewind: *just about to grab the bitty, but instead nearly jumps out of his plating as Eee-Chirr yowls behind him!*
Eclipse: *startled squeal, jumps!*
muffled sound: *loud enough to hear now*
Rewind: *looks over his shoulder after getting his spark to stop trying to eeeeeeek right out of his chest, then turns and goes to look down the hole* Ee-Chirr? You okay?
Ee-Chirr: *sheepishly* I sat on my tail.
Eclipse: *going to find a way to get down to where he heard the sound, kthx*
Rewind: *visor darkens in a frown* Who's down there with you? *absent hand on a bitty leg*
Eclipse: *squeals*
Ee-Chirr: I'm not ssure. One of them hasss glowing lightsss though.
Rewind: *looks at the scanner and sees two spark signatures* I know yer down there. Speak up!
two voices: *meep and ack. The one that meeps sounds a bit higher pitched*
Eclipse: *going to try and escape. Wants down there right now!!!*
Rewind: *visor flash of surprise* Wheeljack? Silverstreak? *still holding bitty leg!*
Wheeljack: Rewind? Is that you?
Ee-Chirr: Jussst give it up already. I really don't feel like dragging people to the brig today.
Silverstreak: *acks and launches into a rambling fit*
Eclipse: *loud squeal of distress*
Rewind: Yup. It's me. Hey, hold your hands under the vent.
Wheeljack: *can be heard moving toward the vent*
Eclipse: *gonna try biting now!*
Rewind: *gently sticks Eclipse's own finger in the teefs, and then grabs the bitty by the other hand and a foot. Braces his legs and lifts him* Ready, 'Jack?
Wheeljack: Yeah. What're ya gonna do?
Eclipse: *FUSSING now*
Rewind: *swings babby over the drop and lets go* CATCH!
Ee-Chirr: *just lost her hold on her Cybertronian form* *worried kitty chatter and yowling*
Eclipse: *squeal!!!!*
Wheeljack: Ack!!! Oof!
Rewind: *worried silence as he thinks of what he just did, then peeks down the hole* 'Jack?
Wheeljack: What the scrap'd you just drop on me?
Eclipse: *over his upset, is snuggling and purring. Found one of his parents!*
Rewind: Eclipse? Who've you got?
Eclipse: *puts an audio to Wheeljack's chest* Daddy.
Silverstreak: *surprised squeak*
Wheeljack: Wait, what?!
Rewind: You heard the kid, 'Jack. *grinning*
Wheeljack: ... But how?
Eclipse: *gonna snuggle and purr*
Rewind: Beats me, man. Hey, can somebody catch me?
Silverstreak: *squeaks. Is being ushered over by a worriedly chattering Ee-Chirr*
Rewind: *peering down the shaft* Somebody?
Ee-Chirr: Sssilversstreak iss here.
Rewind: *leaps down the hole, then hugs his knees* CANNONBAAAAALL!
Silverstreak: *startled squeal, will catch you, Rewind, and fall over backwards*
Wheeljack: *on his feet!*
Eclipse: *squeals and hides against Daddy*
Rewind: *sits up* I'm okay! *grins behind his mask*
Wheeljack: That's good, 'cause I don't wanna be the one ta break the news ta Chromedome and Memoranda if you go 'n break somethin'.
Silverstreak: *bibbling and rambling*
Rewind: *curious surprise* You know about Meme?
Wheeljack: Yeah. We saw Prowl flip another table when he heard.
Silverstreak: *wibble* That was really scary. Prowl was really mad and I thought he was going to shoot someone but then Jazz and Ironhide came and talked to me and they promised Prowl wouldn't do anything bad...
Ee-Chirr: *fussing over Silverstreak now*
Rewind: *snerks as he steps off Silverstreak* So that's what? Six times now?
Wheeljack: Yeah. It was kinda epic, but 'Streak is right. Jazz and Ironhide promised Prowl wouldn't do anything.
Eclipse: *soft little sigh as he conks out and clings to Wheeljack's armor*
Rewind: They how you got here? *tilts head to look up at the bigger man*
Wheeljack: Err... *sheepish*
Rewind: What?
Wheeljack: *ducking his head slightly* Yeah. They have a couple'a fancy gizmos that they wouldn't let me look at...
Rewind: *snerk* Good on 'em.
Silverstreak: *just realizing something* ... Did he just call Wheeljack 'Daddy'? *points to Eclipse*
Rewind: *visor lights with mischief* Yup.
Silverstreak: 0_0 But I don't understand how that could be possible, I mean, we don't have genders like humans and other races do... *rambling*
Rewind: Always knew you were too pretty to be a guy. *snerk*
Silverstreak: *startled from her rambling* Huh?
Wheeljack: ... *wants to facepalm so badly, but can't with the newspark clinging to him* 'Streak, circulate.
Rewind: *looks at Wheeljack* 'Hide says you guys've known for awhile.
Silverstreak: *circulating* *squeaks as she connects the dots*
Wheeljack: *nods* Yeah. We found out right before 'Hide 'n Jazz left.
Rewind: She never realized she was a girl? Or is that you? *amused*
Wheeljack: *razz* You were right sayin' she's too pretty ta be a guy.
Eclipse: *sleepy clicky comment about the razz*
Rewind: *rotten chuckle*
Silverstreak: *spazzing*
door: *rattles, and then slides open*
Donder: *looks inside, her newspark son curiously peering over her shoulder* Hey. Stowaways.
Rewind: .>_>
Silverstreak: *startled squeal*
Wheeljack: Ack!!!
Eclipse: *clicky protest*
Ee-Chirr: *startled yowl*
Donder: *pokes herself in the ear* Found 'em, Grok. Chief, we found two stowaways.
Rewind: *turns and books for the nearest escape rout* Tell Red I love 'im!
Ee-Chirr: *worried warbling, scoots*
Wheeljack: *moving to protect Silverstreak*
Donder: *quirks a brow as she watches them go, then looks down at the white guy and the grey woman* Follow me.
Lucht: Everything you say can be used against you. *serious nod* Swerve'll find a way.
Donder: *snerks, though she's still focused seriously on the two stowaways*
Wheeljack: ... Oh, goody. *will carefully herd Silverstreak toward the door*
Silverstreak: *panicky rambling*
Donder: *hand on Wheeljack's back as she turns them toward Red Alert's office*
Lucht: *tries clicking and squeaking quietly at Eclipse, his hugmonsters singing softly inside him*
Eclipse: *soft clicks as he sleeps*
Wheeljack: *curiously* How come the big guy's talkin' like a new build?
Donder: Because he is a new build. That's my son, and he just came off the birthing fields yesterday.
Wheeljack: *boggles*
Lucht: *grins at him, the expression wide-eyed and innocent* I'm watching you. Don't try anything.
Wheeljack: ... Wouldn't dream of it.
Silverstreak: *bibbling and rambling quietly to herself*
Lucht: *big hand sneaks over and slips an energon goodie into Silverstreak's hand*
Silverstreak: *surprised squeak*
Wheeljack: *looks to the squeak, worried about the grey woman*
Eclipse: *talks to the squeak*
Lucht: *talks to Eclipse!*
Drang: *comes to meet his wife and son at the intersection of corridors* The Chief's ready for them. *in other words he's been given a treat and had a toy bounced off his head*
Donder: *chuckle* Good. We don't need two spazzfests.
Silverstreak: *studying the nom given to her now*
Wheeljack: *starting to worry just a bit*
Donder and Drang: *bring Wheeljack and Silverstreak to the security office*
Drang: *glances toward the security cam, knowing that his chief's got the door rigged to ding when someone comes near it*
door: *dings and opens once the group's close enough*
Firestar: *sitting by the end of Red Alert's desk, intent on a datapad that occasionally makes an interesting sound*
Lucht: Here they are, sir! :D
Inferno: Dork.
Red Alert: *so surprised, will get to his feet* Wheeljack, Silverstreak!
Wheeljack: *boggling* Red Alert, you son of a glitch!
Inferno: *deep frown* He is not. He's my brother.
Firestar: *looks up and watches the meeting with a slight, tired smile*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and moves to hide behind Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: *frowns at Inferno* Who are you?
Inferno: Ah'm Inferno. *stands proud and grins. And there is that wide-eyed look again. Do you see it, Wheeljack?*
Wheeljack: ... You a new build too?
Red Alert: He is. He joined our family yesterday, during the storm. *sternly* Inferno is not the one who needs to be answering questions right now, however.
Wheeljack: *jaw drops* Family?
Firestar: *hand over her face as her shoulders shake slightly with amusement that touches both Red and Inferno*
Inferno: *chuckles and looks at her*
Red Alert: *can't help that slight quirk of a smile* Yes. Swerve, Firestar, Inferno and I are a family unit now.
Wheeljack: ... *brain broken expression is a go*
Inferno: 'N Benny 'n Beauty.
Benny: *chirps and looks up from the pet bed in the far corner*
Beauty: *chirp? You need us, babby?*
Red Alert: *to Wheeljack* I also have a hugmonster named Mavis, but she is currently napping.
Wheeljack: *surprised whistle* You've got pets too?
Eclipse: *clickstorm*
Benny: *whistles softly in reply, but then looks away. You not master*
Inferno: *looks at Donder, Drang, and Lucht* //Bubby, kin' Ah let 'em go?//
Red Alert: //Go ahead, Inferno. I need to lecture Wheeljack and Silverstreak about stowing away.//
Inferno: *walks over and nods to Donder and Drang, since Lucht is busy taking his own hand off to examine it* Y'u kin go. Thank y'u.
Drang: *grins at the kid, and herds his wife and son out of the office, accompanied by the soft song from their inner works*
Inferno: *makes sure the door's shut, and then goes over to kneel by Firestar and listen as she explains to him over comms about the learning game they're playing*
Red Alert: *turns his attention back to Wheeljack and Silverstreak* You two are very lucky that it was Rewind and Ensign Ee-Chirr who found you, and not some of the new crew members.
Silverstreak: Meep... D:
Wheeljack: *worried look*
Red Alert: As it is, you two are in trouble. You are not to leave the ship for the rest of the day. And that's after Ratchet or one of the other medics has checked you over.
Silverstreak: *wibbles and hides her face in her hands* *softly* Not Ratchet. He gives reproachful looks.
Red Alert: *will check to see if First Aid is available*
First Aid: //I'm sorry, Red Alert. Rung and I are playing a game with Torque to keep her from worrying about Eclipse. Rewind told us that he found his parents, but she feels she failed in her delivery.//
Red Alert: //Wheeljack and Silverstreak are here in my office. I'll contact Ambulon, then.//
First Aid: //Ambulon is on leave today. His sons need attention while they're new.//
Red Alert: //... And Ratchet?//
First Aid: //Ratchet has someone to help him with his sparklet.//
Red Alert: //I suppose there's nothing for it then.//
First Aid: //Sorry, Red Alert. Perceptor's sparklets need attention too. ...Actually, I think he's so focused on them and his new wife that he's forgotten everything else exists.//
Red Alert: //Thank you, First Aid.// *to Wheeljack and Silverstreak* We're going to the infirmary.
Silverstreak: *hides, but then squeals with surprise as leathery arms wrap around her from behind*
Wheeljack: *startles and looks*
Eclipse: *bitty yawn*
Benny: *hand on the flashy guy's shoulder as he looks to master for directions*
Silverstreak: *panic attack!*
Benny: *away from the flashy guy and goes to help Beauty hold that one!*
Wheeljack: Whoah! What the?! *moving to protect Silverstreak*
Red Alert: *hurrying around his desk to try and help calm the gunner down* *will send an SOS to Ratchet*
Silverstreak: *totally incoherent, and utterly freaked out!*
Benny: *catches the baby so he doesn't fall*
Inferno: *comes to help his brother*
Eclipse: *awake and fussy now*
Doctor Roxanne: *comes hurrying in and tags Silverstreak with the sedative tab that Ratchet gave her*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and then slumps as the sedative takes effect* *slow, uncertain blinking is a go*
Wheeljack: What the heck?!
Doctor Roxanne: *to Red Alert* Ratchet knew I could get here faster, but he's coming. *turns to Silverstreak and clicks to her softly as Beauty and Inferno lay her down* Shhh. You're safe. There's no danger.
Red Alert: *small nod*
Eclipse: *fussing and worrying now*
Benny: *soft sounds as he comes over with his upper body lowered. Gently lays the baby on his mother's chest to try and comfort her*
Eclipse: *settling down as he hears another familiar spark*
Silverstreak: *so confused*
Benny: *backs off now and looks from master to the flashy guy, waiting for orders*
Red Alert: Here. *moving to make Wheeljack sit down*
Wheeljack: ... Those're raptors.
Inferno: Th'y's shoulder angels.
Wheeljack: ... Shoulder angels?
Inferno: Yup. *looks to his brother for orders*
Red Alert: Now we wait for Ratchet.
Ratchet: *speaking of, he's just arrived*
Benny: *still waiting for orders, but does look toward the sound of that tiny voice that is in earnest conversation with Fred and Lyra right now*
Silverstreak: *muzzy ramblings*
Doctor Roxanne: *looks up at Ratchet* The shoulder angels tried to restrain her for some reason, and she panicked.
Wheeljack: She was just hidin' against me!
Ratchet: *frowns*
Red Alert: They were concerned that she'd run away. And they were worried about her as well.
Benny: *soft sound to master. What am I to do now?*
Red Alert: Benny, Beauty, please go back to your bed. Inferno, why don't you and Firestar work on your game?
Inferno: Alraht. *goes back to his sister, his expression relaxing into an eager smile*
Benny: *turns and scoots for the bed. Must hide the toy that he was playing hide from Beauty with!*
Beauty: *going to scoot back to the bed, Must get the toy Benny keeps trying to hide from her!*
Red Alert: *looks to Ratchet as the medic moves to scan Silverstreak*
Lyra: *pokes her head out of the sling and chirps at Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: Er... Hi?
Doctor Roxanne: Lyra is Ratchet's head hugmonster. She's telling Kriti about you.
Wheeljack: ... Who's Kriti?
Doctor Roxanne: She's my and Ratchet's daughter.
Wheeljack: ... 0_0
Ratchet: *tsk-ing softly as he sees that Silverstreak is a bit deficient on certain minerals*
Doctor Roxanne: *looks to Ratchet, smiling slightly as one of his hug monsters quietly tsks back*
Ratchet: *will scan Wheeljack now, 'tsk'-ing again as he sees similar deficiencies*
Fred: *tsks back softly*
Doctor Roxanne: Ratchet?
Ratchet: They're both deficient in (x),(y), and (n). *sternly, to Wheeljack* You should have let us know you were on board a lot sooner, Wheeljack.
Wheejack: *looks down, but then back at his friend* We didn' wanna wind up gettin' sent back. Prowl's bein' a jerk squared since we found out this whole gender thing. Tried tellin' everyone it was slaargwash, 'n then tried confiscatin' all the PINpoints.
Ratchet: *frown* *quietly* You really thought we'd send you back?
Wheeljack: *optics and ear lights darken* I didn' know, Ratch.
Ratchet: *shakes his head and makes a list of minerals Wheeljack and Silverstreak will need with their energon rations*
Wheeljack: *quietly and sadly* Everyone else's turned inta a jerk.
Firestar: *looks up with concern*
Red Alert: *worried*
Ratchet: *quietly, putting a hand on Wheeljack's shoulder* You'll always have a place with me, Wheeljack. It was true during the war, it's still true now.
Kriti: *itty bitty clickstorm. Wants to see who you're talking to, Daddy!*
Wheeljack: *startles and looks toward that little voice* How many'a those things you got in there? *kind of forgot what he's been told about Kriti*
Ratchet: *quietly* Counting Lyra, three. They're keeping my daughter, Kriti, company. *will move to get the newborn out of the sling*
Kriti: *clicking her little spark out happily, arms around her monsterbabby's neck*
Wheeljack: *stares with wonder* She's even littler than we usually start out.
Moofy: *makes a funny and happy sound from Ratchet's hold*
Lyra and Fred: *respond!*
Ratchet: She's a monoformer, Wheeljack. And a point-one percenter.
Wheeljack: *mouth falls open* Born without a T cog?
Ratchet: *nods*
Wheeljack: *so much worry* We gotta fix it.
Doctor Roxanne: Oh no you don't.
Ratchet: She's fine, Wheeljack.
Kriti: *clickstorms at the worried voice*
Wheeljack: But not bein' able ta transform...!
Eclipse: *talks to the clicks, but clings to his Mama*
Ratchet: We think she might be a Load Bearer. If she is, she'll be able to adapt to neuroware that will let her take on an alt mode, if she so chooses.
Wheeljack: o.0 Somebody that tiny?
Firestar: *yup, just snerked*
Wheeljack: *scowls at her*
Red Alert: It's not unheard of, Wheeljack.
Ratchet: Red Alert's right.
Wheeljack: I never heard'a it.
Ratchet: It's rare, but it does happen.
Doctor Roxanne: *quietly* Ratchet, should we bring them back to the infirmary and give them breakfast while we finish ours?
Ratchet: *nods* That way, I can keep an optic on them.
Wheeljack: Breakfast? *perks* You gotta spare cube or two?
Ratchet: *grin* I've got something better that I can share.
Wheeljack: o.0 You're not overchargin' on duty?
Ratchet: Pfft. No. Especially not with a sparklet in my care.
Red Alert: Do you need help moving Silverstreak?
First Aid: *peeks into the office with Rung* Torque will deliver her.
Ratchet: *nods and moves to step aside for the delivery bot* We're going to the infirmary, Torque.
Torque: *shyly peeking in*
First Aid: *quiet cheerfulness* And Silverstreak won't run away. Right, Silver?
Silverstreak: *bleary blink*
Wheeljack: *kneels and gently tries to lift her and Eclipse* *softly* You wanna go fuel, Silver? Ratch ain't mad at us.
Silverstreak: *heard "fuel", will nod*
Torque: *carefully entering the room, moves to pick Wheeljack, Silverstreak, and Eclipse up, since they're already close together*
Wheeljack: Whoa, big bot! 0_0
Torque: *quiet clicks*
Ratchet: You're fine, Wheeljack. Torque won't drop you.
Chico: *bounces down the nice lady's arm to cheep in a friendly way to the blinky guy*
Wheeljack: *all shock and confusion forgotten* It's a baby one, right? A baby shoulder angel? Look, Silver. Isn't it cute?
Torque: Ch-Chico's m-mini... M-Mini Maraud-der.
Wheeljack: *looks up with interest* That's different than shoulder angels?
Rung: *gently guiding Torque out of the room*
First Aid: *has stopped to click to Kriti and be quietly silly*
Kriti: *happy clickstorm, hi, friend!*
First Aid: *offers her his finger* Are you having a good morning, Kriti?
Kriti: *gonna wiggle her arms and click*
Ratchet: *catches her baby hugmonster and tucks him back in the sling*
First Aid: Whoops... *looks after the tiny creature*
hugmonster: *snoozing away*
First Aid: ...Is he alright?
Ratchet: *scans the baby hugmonster* *snerk* He's fine. He didn't even wake up.
First Aid: ^_^; Yes, that's why I was worried. *looks back to Kriti and touches her gently* I'll see you later, Kriti. Enjoy breakfast.
Kriti: *happy sounds*
First Aid: *smiles and then nods to his CO and heads out of the room*
Doctor Roxanne: *ready to be picked up, Ratchet. She knows better than to try and walk back, especially when Kriti's awake and you want them to interact*
Ratchet: *will move to carefully pick you up now, Doctor Roxanne*
Kriti: *happy bwee*
Doctor Roxanne: *nuzzles the baby and clicks to her softly*
Blitzen: *looks in through the door* Hey, chief? You better come see this.
Red Alert: *looks over* What's going on? *moving to head for the door, signalling to Benny and Beauty to accompany him*
Blitzen: *as he walks away beside his new CO, the shoulder angels flanking them* Jazz was grounded this morning; told she couldn't get off the ship. She's sitting on the hull with a bunch of guys who're copying a book she's got.
Doctor Roxanne: *sputters laughter as she hears that*
Red Alert: *facepalm*
Ratchet: *snickering now*
Red Alert: *sigh* Technically, she hasn't left the ship.
Doctor Roxanne: *watches them go, and then looks toward Torque to see the woman pausing and looking back as Wheeljack urges that they need to wait for Ratchet and his dame* ...Dame?
Ratchet: *as he walks toward Torque* Wheeljack, mind your language. Cursing is some of the first things sparklets learn.
Wheeljack: *blinks* What was cursin'?
Silverstreak: *quiet mutter* He didn't say d...
Wheeljack: *hand over her mouth* *grins at Ratchet behind his mask*
Eclipse: *beeps*
Wheeljack: *hesitates a moment, and then puts his other hand over the tiny mouth* Don't say that.
Eclipse: *blink blink*
Ratchet: *laughs and shakes his head. Soon has family seated around his desk as Tempest dances among the plates and Tailgate sits on the floor and cuddles Kriti*
Wheeljack: *staring at the stuff Ratchet's shovelling onto his plate*
Ratchet: Scrambles, gummi cheese, and salt flavor gummi ham steak.
Wheeljack: It kinda looks like human fuel, but it sure don't smell like it! Where'd you get this stuff? *lights show a reassuring grin at Silverstreak, who is no longer sedated, but looks like she'll faint at sight of the size of her meal*
Ratchet: Ironhide gave me a stash.
Kriti: *clicking and telling Tailgate all about the good smelling noms*
Tailgate: *soft talk as he offers the sparklet a spoonful of strawbaby flavour mild grease*
Kriti: *nomph*
Wheeljack: *cautiously poking part of the piece of gummi ham steak* So where'd 'Hide get it?
Doctor Roxanne: *looks at her phone* Ratchet, did you turn off your comm?
Ratchet: ... I didn't think I did. *will try turning it back on, just in case he did on accident*
Nightwish: //...but don't worry, it was just his foot.//
Ratchet: ... //Whose foot?//
Nightwish: //Meep! Hi, Doc!//
Ratchet: //Nightwish, whose foot is broken?//
Nightwish: //Um. I don't know if it's broken. It's just gone.//
Ratchet: *facepalm* //Whose foot?//
Grimlock: //Him Rodimus fed foot to something even bigger and uglier than me.//
Ratchet: *more facepalm* //Somehow, I'm not surprised he did that, Grimlock.//
Nightwish: //So do you have a replacement? Or should I try and get this one back? It hasn't gone into the acid yet.//
Ratchet: //I can build a replacement. It'll be easier to just repair the original though.// *pauses* //Acid?//
Nightwish: //Okay. Brb.//
Grimlock: //Yuck. Can't unsee that.//
Rodimus: //The acid in the marauder's tank.//
Ratchet: *pinching the bridge of his nose now*
Grimlock: *amused* //Don't give this kid surgery license.//
Ratchet: *sighs over comms*
Rodimus: //Chest burster!!//
Nightwish: //Got it.//
Ratchet: //Good. How damaged is it?//
Nightwish: *as Rodimus yelps* //He can walk home on it.//
Rodimus: //You don't just smack those things in place!//
Ratchet: *more facepalm* //Don't let him walk home on it.//
Nightwish: //Why not?//
Ratchet: //It could end up even more damaged, and the less time I have to spend repairing Rodimus, the better.//
Nightwish: //WakeJumper did a battlefield fix with part of a marauder. It's ugly, but I think it'll hold till we get back.//
Ratchet: //... Part of a marauder?//
Nightwish: //Yup. This rubber gasket.//
Ratchet: //... Alright. Just make sure he doesn't try to do anything else reckless between now and when he's in the infirmary.//
Rodimus: *acks and starts begging someone to "Take it out of his face!"*
Ratchet: //... I spoke too soon, didn't I?//
Nightwish: //Eating marauder's not reckless. Gotta go. See you soon.// *click*
Wheeljack: Ratch? You okay? *was watching his friend's face during the comm convo*
Ratchet: *sigh* Rodimus will be needing repairs once he and Nightwish return from their outing.
Wheeljack: Oh. Zat all? *resumes poking his breakfast* I thought somethin' happened.
Ratchet: Rodimus lost his foot to a marauder. He then threw it at said marauder, which swallowed said foot.
Wheeljack: What's a marauder? *tastes scrambles and gummi cheese, earlights bright!* Wow...
Ratchet: One of the native lifeforms of this planet.
Wheeljack: That doesn't tell me much, Ratch. Silver, did you taste this stuff?
Silverstreak: *poking at her breakfast now*
Ratchet: I haven't seen one personally, but apparently, they're considered a local delicacy.
Wheeljack: 0_0
Eclipse: *handful of scrambles!*
Eclipse's hugmonster: *back from her fruitless mission to the bar, hears her nice man, and climbs the bigger nice man's leg to get to him*
Silverstreak: *SQUEAK!*
Eclipse: *talking about the squeak now!*
Wheeljack: *falls sideways off his chair at shock of squeak after learning that bots consider a lifeform to be fuel*
Doctor Roxanne: Oh! *surprised look from Silverstreak to Wheeljack*
Ratchet: *moving to scan Wheeljack and pick the inventor up off of the floor*
Wheeljack: What the slag was that, Silver? *shakes his head with a BBBBB sound* And what the slag was that, Ratch??
Silverstreak: *bibbling* Get it offffff! T_T
Ratchet: What was what, Wheeljack?
Doctor Roxanne: *hunkered on the edge of the table by Silverstreak now* Shhhh. It's alright. That's Eclipse's pet.
Wheelack: Eatin' living things??? Is this stuff dead things? *gestures to his plate*
Ratchet: They do things differently here, Wheeljack. And no, that's energon and minerals.
Wheeljack: *thinks he's not hungry, but then his tank pings*
Ratchet: Do I have to sit on you and force feed you again, 'Jack?
Wheeljack: When'd you ever have ta do that? *scowls behind his mask*
Ratchet: *names a time and date* You'd knocked yourself stupid and then knocked a building over onto yourself.
Wheeljack: I don't remember that, so it doesn't count. *then frowns at the grip his friend has on his arm*
Ratchet: It counts, because there was documentation of the explosion. *moving to help Wheeljack back into his chair*
Wheeljack: *shakes the hand loose, and then takes it and scans it* Hey. This ain't yours.
Ratchet: *blink* *looks down at his hand* Ah, that's right. You weren't here when we went to Delphi...
Wheeljack: Delphi? *absent glance toward Silverstreak's soft chatter and squee*
Ratchet: *nods and databursts Wheeljack the report from First Aid, detailing about how patients had suddenly started dying, and about how the CMO of the facility, Pharma, had been responsible. It also includes notes about the Red Rust virus that had been used at the facility*
Wheeljack: 0_0 Really not hungry now.
Ratchet: *quietly* I was one of the infected for a little while, too.
Wheeljack: *soft sound as he nearly stands up with surprise and concern*
Ratchet: We were able to get the antidote, thankfully. Everyone who had it was cured. And as for Pharma... Well, let's just say he and I parted after he left a 'gift'. *will check on Kriti and Tailgate*
Tempest: *asks with cute chirps and posing to be brought down to Daddy*
Wheeljack: Do I wanna know what kinda gi... 0_0 You took his hands?
Ratchet: Technically, he was separated from them by Drift. And you know I'm not one to waste perfectly good parts.
Wheeljack: *snerking now*
Tempest: *more chirps and bobbing*
Ratchet: *will gently lift the fuzzy pet and bring him over to Tailgate* *to the minibot* I think he missed you, Tailgate.
Tailgate: *soft sounds to his pet, and then a chuckle as Kriti's tiny hugmonster hops over to see his fuzzy cousin* Thanks, Ratchet. *offers Kriti more pudding*
Kriti: *nom!*
Ratchet: You're welcome. When you and Kriti are done with your breakfasts, I'll give you your checkup, alright?
Tailgate: Alright! ^_^ *has some pudding himself*
tiny hugmonster: *sings to cousin*
Tempest: *chirps and offers to huddle with him. Issa bubby?*
both babies: *cuddle against Tailgate and go to sleep*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will return his attention to the adults in the room*
Wheeljack: *absent mindedly stuffing fuel into his mouth with his hand, and then keeping it there so it doesn't fall out of his scar as he chews it around the gaps in his dentae*
Ratchet: *will move to sit down* *amused chuckle as he watches Wheeljack for a moment, then turns his attention to Silverstreak, who is still poking the fuel* It won't bite you, Silverstreak.
Silverstreak: *quietly, all the ramble knocked out of her by the strangeness of the past hour* What is it?
Ratchet: *patiently repeats himself* Energon and minerals that are good for self-repair.
Silverstreak: *more doubtful poking*
Ratchet: *will reach over and use one of the utensils to poke a scoop of the scrambles into Silverstreak's mouth*
Eclipse: *muffled babbling around his noms*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and flails, her fist rapping Wheeljack upside the head*
Wheeljack: *doesn't even notice* Circulate, Silver.
Ratchet: Just eat slowly, Silverstreak. You'll be alright.
Silverstreak: *has noticed the taste of what's in her mouth* 0_0!
Ratchet: There we go.
Silverstreak: *quiet amazement, and then another squeak as Eclipse climbs onto the table to give her a handful of mushed scrambles*
Eclipse: *gonna feedamama*
Silverstreak: *another squeak*
Wheeljack: That's right, Silver. Yup. *eat and think*
Ratchet: *so amused*
Kriti: *gonna splatsleep and purr. Has a full tank*
Tailgate: *softly, as he carefully wipes the tiny sparklet's face* She's sleeping, Ratchet.
Doctor Roxanne: *looks over, and then glances at Ratchet to see if he wants her to get their bitty*
Ratchet: *small nod for Doctor Roxanne* *to Tailgate, as he looks over to the minibot* You did a good job feeding her, Tailgate.
Tailgate: It was an awesome experience. I was floored. ^_^
Doctor Roxanne: *has used Ratchet for a staircase. Now kneels to take her little one*
Kriti: *sleeping hard, is also purring quietly*
Doctor Roxanne: *soft croon of love, and then gently touches Tailgate's cheek as she straightens with Kriti in her other arm. Motherly smile, and then turns to go back to Ratchet*
Tailgate: *a little sad to give Kriti up, but then again, he'll get to hold her and feed her again soon enough. Turns his attention to finishing off the pudding*
Tempest: *startled little cheep as new bubby bounces away from him. Lifts head and looks around, shivering slightly*
Doctor Roxanne: *stops to let the tiny hugmonster climb up and join Kriti in her arms*
tiny hugmonster: *snuggles his nice man*
Tailgate: *notices Tempest's shivering, will set his breakfast aside for now to gently fuss over the fluffy pet*
Tempest: *love me, Daddy. Babby is all alone!* *snuggle and cheep*
Tailgate: Aww... *will gently cuddle Tempest and click to him*
Tempest: *sighs and goes back to sleep with little seep seep sounds. Daddy has him*
Tailgate: *happy little sound, breakfast forgotten*
Doctor Roxanne: *gently* Would you like a blanket for Tempest, Tailgate? So you can finish your breakfast?
Tailgate: *looks up* Oh! Yes, please.
Doctor Roxanne: *turns to her fellow medic* Ratchet? Do you have one of those tiny blankets?
Ratchet: I think so. *checking storage compartments and subspace*
Silverstreak: *offers the blanket that had been laying on the middle of the table* Is this what you need?
Ratchet: *looks, nods* That will do. *will check it for energon, just in case* *slight frown, headshake* This has energon on it. *will double-check subspace after moving to put the other blanket in the proper bin*
Doctor Roxanne: You don't have one? *baby dancing lightly*
Ratchet: I thought I did.
Tailgate: *will get the travel pouch and Tempest's dolly out of his subspace* I have a pouch for Tempest.
Doctor Roxanne: Oh. *slight chuckle as she looks back to the white and blue minibot* Why didn't you say so?
Tailgate: *sheepishly* I forgot.
Doctor Roxanne: *another gentle chuckle, and then she turns to go back to the table and the rest of her lovely three bone cake breakfast*
Ratchet: *as he returns from putting the blanket in the bin* It happens. It's alright, Tailgate.
Tailgate: *looks up from getting his little pet tucked in* ^_^;
Doctor Roxanne: *sitting in her place again and looking very inclined to keep Kriti and the bittymonster. Leans over to nuzzle Ratchet's arm as he takes his seat*
Ratchet: *blink blink* *faint blush*
Silverstreak: *looks back and forth between them, then glances at Wheeljack and snuggles against his side*
Wheeljack: *absent arm around her, then blinks and looks down at his plate as his fingers find no more fuel to put in his mouth*
Tailgate: *quietly and absently humming something between bites of pudding* *has stuck Tempest's pocket on his back*
Ratchet: *aaaawwwwkward in the silence now*
Doctor Roxanne: *picks up her last bone cake and crunches quietly*
Wheeljack: *quiet musing* Never thought you'd pick up a broad, Ratchet. Let alone an organic one. But then I never thought about broads at all. *arm tightens slightly around Silverstreak*
Ratchet: *startled sound, looks to the inventor* ... *raised brow ridge* Uh-huh.
Wheeljack: *brow quirk as he closes his mask over his scarred face* Uh-huh what?
Ratchet: Then what do you call what you're doing with Silverstreak?
Wheeljack: *quietly* I was talkin' in past tense, ya chump.
Ratchet: And now?
Wheeljack: *looks at Silverstreak* *quieter* The humans seemed to get stronger when they were around the people they loved.
Silverstreak: ... *soft squeak as she realizes that Jack is loving on her and has been for awhile*
Wheeljack: *earlights show a smile as he looks at her* *and then he blinks and looks down as fuel covered little hands land in his lap, followed by the rest of the orange and black sparklet* ...Euch.
Eclipse: *made a mess, is grinning sunnily at Daddy*
Wheeljack: *sighs and looks over at Silverstreak's plate to see if she's done refuelling*
Silverstreak: *hasn't even made a dent in her fuel, is too brain broken right now*
Wheeljack: Sheesh, Silver. *grabs the eating tweezers and starts poking stuff at her mouth* Come on, you need this. We ain't had good fuel in awhile.
Silverstreak: *squeaks*
Ratchet: *makes a note to give Wheeljack and Silverstreak thorough check-ups once they've had time to adjust to better fuel and living on board the ship in proper quarters*
Tailgate: *just finished his breakfast, will start to make his way to the door*
Doctor Roxanne: Don't forget your checkup, Tailgate. *smiles toward him*
Wheeljack: *feed a Silver. Feed feed a Silver*
Eclipse: *gives directions!* *and holds his toes*
hugmonster: *happy singing from where she's perched on the big man's head*
Wheeljack: Uh huh. That's right, kid. Yup. *pauses and glances up toward the song* What's this thing's name?
Ratchet: *chuckles* That's a hugmonster. She belongs to Eclipse.
Wheeljack: No name?
Ratchet: Not that I've been told.
Eclipse: Annie! :D
Lyra: *gonna climb out to see who bossman is talking to*
Annie: *huh? Looks dowwwn at her nice man, then trills at him and starts singing again*
Fred: *playfully noms on Lyra's tail*
Wheeljack: Annie, huh? *feeds Silver more* Why are there so many of these things around any... way. *stares at the dead glitchmouse that just came flying and landed on Ratchet's plate*
Moofie: *chirps and trills happily. She found a mousie for her nice man!*
Ratchet: ... That's one reason. *so amused*
Eclipse: Eeee!
Silverstreak: *hiding on Wheeljack and rambling with shock*
Wheeljack: ...What'd it put it in yer plate for?
Ratchet: The locals eat dead glitchmice and marauders as a source of minerals and self-repair material. Lyra, Fred, and Moofie came from some of the local bots.
Wheeljack: *lowers his head and closely scans the dead mouse* *then shudders and straightens up with his free hand over his optics* If yer gonna do it hurry up. 'N fer the love'a mercy don't crunch.
Silverstreak: *hides harder!*
Ratchet: *rolls his optics and moves to snag the mouse. Hesitates for a moment before quickly popping the mouse into his mouth. Cringing as he quickly and carefully chews, and then he's shuddering as he swallows what he just chewed up*
Tailgate: 0_0 *squeak*
Eclipse: Om nom nom! *laughs and claps his gooby little hands*
Wheeljack: *peeks between his fingers*
Doctor Roxanne: *carefully pats Ratchet's arm*
Ratchet: *shudder* Wheeljack, never, EVER, ask me to do that again.
Wheeljack: o.0 It was on yer plate. I thought you were gonna do it.
Silverstreak: 0_0 *sags as she faints*
Wheeljack: Ack! *shifts the bitty to his empty plate as he turns his attention to reviving Silverstreak*
Doctor Roxanne: *soft trill of concern as she watches*
Silverstreak: *rambling faintly as she starts to come to. Has had a few too many shocks for today*
Eclipse: *bwees worriedly* Mama?
Wheeljack: Mama's fine, kid. *looks over at Ratchet* We better get cleaned up, 'n then Silver needs someplace quiet.
Ratchet: *nods* There may still be a few empty habsuites that you can use. *will check with Red Alert*
Eclipse: *grabby hands, wants to be held*
Wheeljack: Ain't there any cleanin' facilities 'n private rooms here? *scowling eyes over his mask*
Ratchet: There are, but a habsuite would be better, and more comfortable to rest in.
Wheeljack: And further off.
Eclipse: *annoyed huff*
Ratchet: 0_0 *knows what that huff usually precedes* You'd better pick Eclipse up.
Wheeljack: *glances at the sparklet* He's fine.
Doctor Roxanne: *hands over Kriti's ears* He's going to start screaming.
Eclipse: *drawing himself up*
Ratchet: *muting his own audios and moving to cover Tailgate's*
Wheeljack: *sudden thought of the time he heard Silverstreak have a screaming fit. Grabs the bitty by one arm!*
Eclipse: *startled squeal*
Silverstreak: *squeals as well*
Annie: *scoldies!!!*
Wheeljack: *stuffs the kid into his storage compartment* There. How's that?
Eclipse: *quiet for a few moments, then he's purring softly and curling up*
Annie: *gonna jump up and down on your head, big man! You hid her nice man*
Wheeljack: Now the raptor's yellin'. *winces and grumbles*
Silverstreak: *has had enough, will hide her face and cry*
Doctor Roxanne: *softly* Put Annie in your pocket with Eclipse, then. Ratchet, will you bring them down to the long term care room?
Ratchet: *nods* One moment though. *will get up, put Tailgate in his seat, and then go get a care package for Silverstreak*
Wheeljack: Whaddya mean "One moment"? *looks like he's going to start saying rude words*
Ratchet: *back from the store room with a box* Keep your brake shoes on, 'Jack. She'll need this. Bring her this way.
Wheeljack: *quickly yanks the tarnished looking little dinosaur off his head and stuffs her in the pocket with Eclipse, then closes the compartment and stands with Silverstreak in his arms. Has a rather dangerous expression in his eyes as he scowls at his best friend*
Annie: *settling down to snuggle her nice man*
Ratchet: Just trust me. This will help her.
Wheeljack: Just show me the... *bites off the word* ...Room.
Ratchet: *nods and moves to lead the way to the room*
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Continued here
Rewind: *singing as he scoots through the vents. It's the same song he heard WakeJumper crooning to Eclipse at one point during breakfast*
Ee-Chirr: *is that soft, metallic chatter a ways down the vent*
Rewind: *pauses and scans* Who's there?
Ee-Chirr: Enssign Ee-Chirr. Have you had any luck yet?
Rewind: Nope. That bitty's being pretty quiet. *stops by her and looks ahead*
Ee-Chirr: *has adopted a very Cybertronian-looking form. If not for the fact that she's still got a feline visage, ears, and a tail, she'd probably pass as a protoform* *said ears are currently flicking and trying to pinpoint the sparklet's voice*
Rewind: Hey, Eclipse! What's Wake gonna say when she hears you're gone?
Eclipse: *is very faint babbling a ways down* Findin' Mama and Daddy!
Ee-Chirr: Mama and Daddy?
Rewind: *calls* Your bigbots are at the infirmary, with bittyKriti!
Eclipse: Nope nope nope!
Rewind: They are too! So's Tailgate!
Eclipse: Nope! Unca and Aunty with Kriti 'n 'Gate!
Rewind: Well come on back!
Eclipse: *THRRPT* Gonna find Mama and Daddy!
Ee-Chirr: *moving to see if she can spot the little guy*
Rewind: *soft chuckle* I see 'im. *scoots forward again*
Eclipse: *crawling for all he's worth!*
Ee-Chirr: *relaying this to First Aid and Rung*
Rewind: *breaks into a run, his little scanner dodad that he borrowed from that docbot in the nexus held in his hand*
Eclipse: *crawling quickly, is determined to find his Mama and Daddy!*
Rewind: *has the bitty in sight now! Darts around a drop shaft and keeps going*
Eclipse: *stops and listens for a few moments. Thinks he hears something*
Rewind: *just about to grab the bitty, but instead nearly jumps out of his plating as Eee-Chirr yowls behind him!*
Eclipse: *startled squeal, jumps!*
muffled sound: *loud enough to hear now*
Rewind: *looks over his shoulder after getting his spark to stop trying to eeeeeeek right out of his chest, then turns and goes to look down the hole* Ee-Chirr? You okay?
Ee-Chirr: *sheepishly* I sat on my tail.
Eclipse: *going to find a way to get down to where he heard the sound, kthx*
Rewind: *visor darkens in a frown* Who's down there with you? *absent hand on a bitty leg*
Eclipse: *squeals*
Ee-Chirr: I'm not ssure. One of them hasss glowing lightsss though.
Rewind: *looks at the scanner and sees two spark signatures* I know yer down there. Speak up!
two voices: *meep and ack. The one that meeps sounds a bit higher pitched*
Eclipse: *going to try and escape. Wants down there right now!!!*
Rewind: *visor flash of surprise* Wheeljack? Silverstreak? *still holding bitty leg!*
Wheeljack: Rewind? Is that you?
Ee-Chirr: Jussst give it up already. I really don't feel like dragging people to the brig today.
Silverstreak: *acks and launches into a rambling fit*
Eclipse: *loud squeal of distress*
Rewind: Yup. It's me. Hey, hold your hands under the vent.
Wheeljack: *can be heard moving toward the vent*
Eclipse: *gonna try biting now!*
Rewind: *gently sticks Eclipse's own finger in the teefs, and then grabs the bitty by the other hand and a foot. Braces his legs and lifts him* Ready, 'Jack?
Wheeljack: Yeah. What're ya gonna do?
Eclipse: *FUSSING now*
Rewind: *swings babby over the drop and lets go* CATCH!
Ee-Chirr: *just lost her hold on her Cybertronian form* *worried kitty chatter and yowling*
Eclipse: *squeal!!!!*
Wheeljack: Ack!!! Oof!
Rewind: *worried silence as he thinks of what he just did, then peeks down the hole* 'Jack?
Wheeljack: What the scrap'd you just drop on me?
Eclipse: *over his upset, is snuggling and purring. Found one of his parents!*
Rewind: Eclipse? Who've you got?
Eclipse: *puts an audio to Wheeljack's chest* Daddy.
Silverstreak: *surprised squeak*
Wheeljack: Wait, what?!
Rewind: You heard the kid, 'Jack. *grinning*
Wheeljack: ... But how?
Eclipse: *gonna snuggle and purr*
Rewind: Beats me, man. Hey, can somebody catch me?
Silverstreak: *squeaks. Is being ushered over by a worriedly chattering Ee-Chirr*
Rewind: *peering down the shaft* Somebody?
Ee-Chirr: Sssilversstreak iss here.
Rewind: *leaps down the hole, then hugs his knees* CANNONBAAAAALL!
Silverstreak: *startled squeal, will catch you, Rewind, and fall over backwards*
Wheeljack: *on his feet!*
Eclipse: *squeals and hides against Daddy*
Rewind: *sits up* I'm okay! *grins behind his mask*
Wheeljack: That's good, 'cause I don't wanna be the one ta break the news ta Chromedome and Memoranda if you go 'n break somethin'.
Silverstreak: *bibbling and rambling*
Rewind: *curious surprise* You know about Meme?
Wheeljack: Yeah. We saw Prowl flip another table when he heard.
Silverstreak: *wibble* That was really scary. Prowl was really mad and I thought he was going to shoot someone but then Jazz and Ironhide came and talked to me and they promised Prowl wouldn't do anything bad...
Ee-Chirr: *fussing over Silverstreak now*
Rewind: *snerks as he steps off Silverstreak* So that's what? Six times now?
Wheeljack: Yeah. It was kinda epic, but 'Streak is right. Jazz and Ironhide promised Prowl wouldn't do anything.
Eclipse: *soft little sigh as he conks out and clings to Wheeljack's armor*
Rewind: They how you got here? *tilts head to look up at the bigger man*
Wheeljack: Err... *sheepish*
Rewind: What?
Wheeljack: *ducking his head slightly* Yeah. They have a couple'a fancy gizmos that they wouldn't let me look at...
Rewind: *snerk* Good on 'em.
Silverstreak: *just realizing something* ... Did he just call Wheeljack 'Daddy'? *points to Eclipse*
Rewind: *visor lights with mischief* Yup.
Silverstreak: 0_0 But I don't understand how that could be possible, I mean, we don't have genders like humans and other races do... *rambling*
Rewind: Always knew you were too pretty to be a guy. *snerk*
Silverstreak: *startled from her rambling* Huh?
Wheeljack: ... *wants to facepalm so badly, but can't with the newspark clinging to him* 'Streak, circulate.
Rewind: *looks at Wheeljack* 'Hide says you guys've known for awhile.
Silverstreak: *circulating* *squeaks as she connects the dots*
Wheeljack: *nods* Yeah. We found out right before 'Hide 'n Jazz left.
Rewind: She never realized she was a girl? Or is that you? *amused*
Wheeljack: *razz* You were right sayin' she's too pretty ta be a guy.
Eclipse: *sleepy clicky comment about the razz*
Rewind: *rotten chuckle*
Silverstreak: *spazzing*
door: *rattles, and then slides open*
Donder: *looks inside, her newspark son curiously peering over her shoulder* Hey. Stowaways.
Rewind: .>_>
Silverstreak: *startled squeal*
Wheeljack: Ack!!!
Eclipse: *clicky protest*
Ee-Chirr: *startled yowl*
Donder: *pokes herself in the ear* Found 'em, Grok. Chief, we found two stowaways.
Rewind: *turns and books for the nearest escape rout* Tell Red I love 'im!
Ee-Chirr: *worried warbling, scoots*
Wheeljack: *moving to protect Silverstreak*
Donder: *quirks a brow as she watches them go, then looks down at the white guy and the grey woman* Follow me.
Lucht: Everything you say can be used against you. *serious nod* Swerve'll find a way.
Donder: *snerks, though she's still focused seriously on the two stowaways*
Wheeljack: ... Oh, goody. *will carefully herd Silverstreak toward the door*
Silverstreak: *panicky rambling*
Donder: *hand on Wheeljack's back as she turns them toward Red Alert's office*
Lucht: *tries clicking and squeaking quietly at Eclipse, his hugmonsters singing softly inside him*
Eclipse: *soft clicks as he sleeps*
Wheeljack: *curiously* How come the big guy's talkin' like a new build?
Donder: Because he is a new build. That's my son, and he just came off the birthing fields yesterday.
Wheeljack: *boggles*
Lucht: *grins at him, the expression wide-eyed and innocent* I'm watching you. Don't try anything.
Wheeljack: ... Wouldn't dream of it.
Silverstreak: *bibbling and rambling quietly to herself*
Lucht: *big hand sneaks over and slips an energon goodie into Silverstreak's hand*
Silverstreak: *surprised squeak*
Wheeljack: *looks to the squeak, worried about the grey woman*
Eclipse: *talks to the squeak*
Lucht: *talks to Eclipse!*
Drang: *comes to meet his wife and son at the intersection of corridors* The Chief's ready for them. *in other words he's been given a treat and had a toy bounced off his head*
Donder: *chuckle* Good. We don't need two spazzfests.
Silverstreak: *studying the nom given to her now*
Wheeljack: *starting to worry just a bit*
Donder and Drang: *bring Wheeljack and Silverstreak to the security office*
Drang: *glances toward the security cam, knowing that his chief's got the door rigged to ding when someone comes near it*
door: *dings and opens once the group's close enough*
Firestar: *sitting by the end of Red Alert's desk, intent on a datapad that occasionally makes an interesting sound*
Lucht: Here they are, sir! :D
Inferno: Dork.
Red Alert: *so surprised, will get to his feet* Wheeljack, Silverstreak!
Wheeljack: *boggling* Red Alert, you son of a glitch!
Inferno: *deep frown* He is not. He's my brother.
Firestar: *looks up and watches the meeting with a slight, tired smile*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and moves to hide behind Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: *frowns at Inferno* Who are you?
Inferno: Ah'm Inferno. *stands proud and grins. And there is that wide-eyed look again. Do you see it, Wheeljack?*
Wheeljack: ... You a new build too?
Red Alert: He is. He joined our family yesterday, during the storm. *sternly* Inferno is not the one who needs to be answering questions right now, however.
Wheeljack: *jaw drops* Family?
Firestar: *hand over her face as her shoulders shake slightly with amusement that touches both Red and Inferno*
Inferno: *chuckles and looks at her*
Red Alert: *can't help that slight quirk of a smile* Yes. Swerve, Firestar, Inferno and I are a family unit now.
Wheeljack: ... *brain broken expression is a go*
Inferno: 'N Benny 'n Beauty.
Benny: *chirps and looks up from the pet bed in the far corner*
Beauty: *chirp? You need us, babby?*
Red Alert: *to Wheeljack* I also have a hugmonster named Mavis, but she is currently napping.
Wheeljack: *surprised whistle* You've got pets too?
Eclipse: *clickstorm*
Benny: *whistles softly in reply, but then looks away. You not master*
Inferno: *looks at Donder, Drang, and Lucht* //Bubby, kin' Ah let 'em go?//
Red Alert: //Go ahead, Inferno. I need to lecture Wheeljack and Silverstreak about stowing away.//
Inferno: *walks over and nods to Donder and Drang, since Lucht is busy taking his own hand off to examine it* Y'u kin go. Thank y'u.
Drang: *grins at the kid, and herds his wife and son out of the office, accompanied by the soft song from their inner works*
Inferno: *makes sure the door's shut, and then goes over to kneel by Firestar and listen as she explains to him over comms about the learning game they're playing*
Red Alert: *turns his attention back to Wheeljack and Silverstreak* You two are very lucky that it was Rewind and Ensign Ee-Chirr who found you, and not some of the new crew members.
Silverstreak: Meep... D:
Wheeljack: *worried look*
Red Alert: As it is, you two are in trouble. You are not to leave the ship for the rest of the day. And that's after Ratchet or one of the other medics has checked you over.
Silverstreak: *wibbles and hides her face in her hands* *softly* Not Ratchet. He gives reproachful looks.
Red Alert: *will check to see if First Aid is available*
First Aid: //I'm sorry, Red Alert. Rung and I are playing a game with Torque to keep her from worrying about Eclipse. Rewind told us that he found his parents, but she feels she failed in her delivery.//
Red Alert: //Wheeljack and Silverstreak are here in my office. I'll contact Ambulon, then.//
First Aid: //Ambulon is on leave today. His sons need attention while they're new.//
Red Alert: //... And Ratchet?//
First Aid: //Ratchet has someone to help him with his sparklet.//
Red Alert: //I suppose there's nothing for it then.//
First Aid: //Sorry, Red Alert. Perceptor's sparklets need attention too. ...Actually, I think he's so focused on them and his new wife that he's forgotten everything else exists.//
Red Alert: //Thank you, First Aid.// *to Wheeljack and Silverstreak* We're going to the infirmary.
Silverstreak: *hides, but then squeals with surprise as leathery arms wrap around her from behind*
Wheeljack: *startles and looks*
Eclipse: *bitty yawn*
Benny: *hand on the flashy guy's shoulder as he looks to master for directions*
Silverstreak: *panic attack!*
Benny: *away from the flashy guy and goes to help Beauty hold that one!*
Wheeljack: Whoah! What the?! *moving to protect Silverstreak*
Red Alert: *hurrying around his desk to try and help calm the gunner down* *will send an SOS to Ratchet*
Silverstreak: *totally incoherent, and utterly freaked out!*
Benny: *catches the baby so he doesn't fall*
Inferno: *comes to help his brother*
Eclipse: *awake and fussy now*
Doctor Roxanne: *comes hurrying in and tags Silverstreak with the sedative tab that Ratchet gave her*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and then slumps as the sedative takes effect* *slow, uncertain blinking is a go*
Wheeljack: What the heck?!
Doctor Roxanne: *to Red Alert* Ratchet knew I could get here faster, but he's coming. *turns to Silverstreak and clicks to her softly as Beauty and Inferno lay her down* Shhh. You're safe. There's no danger.
Red Alert: *small nod*
Eclipse: *fussing and worrying now*
Benny: *soft sounds as he comes over with his upper body lowered. Gently lays the baby on his mother's chest to try and comfort her*
Eclipse: *settling down as he hears another familiar spark*
Silverstreak: *so confused*
Benny: *backs off now and looks from master to the flashy guy, waiting for orders*
Red Alert: Here. *moving to make Wheeljack sit down*
Wheeljack: ... Those're raptors.
Inferno: Th'y's shoulder angels.
Wheeljack: ... Shoulder angels?
Inferno: Yup. *looks to his brother for orders*
Red Alert: Now we wait for Ratchet.
Ratchet: *speaking of, he's just arrived*
Benny: *still waiting for orders, but does look toward the sound of that tiny voice that is in earnest conversation with Fred and Lyra right now*
Silverstreak: *muzzy ramblings*
Doctor Roxanne: *looks up at Ratchet* The shoulder angels tried to restrain her for some reason, and she panicked.
Wheeljack: She was just hidin' against me!
Ratchet: *frowns*
Red Alert: They were concerned that she'd run away. And they were worried about her as well.
Benny: *soft sound to master. What am I to do now?*
Red Alert: Benny, Beauty, please go back to your bed. Inferno, why don't you and Firestar work on your game?
Inferno: Alraht. *goes back to his sister, his expression relaxing into an eager smile*
Benny: *turns and scoots for the bed. Must hide the toy that he was playing hide from Beauty with!*
Beauty: *going to scoot back to the bed, Must get the toy Benny keeps trying to hide from her!*
Red Alert: *looks to Ratchet as the medic moves to scan Silverstreak*
Lyra: *pokes her head out of the sling and chirps at Wheeljack*
Wheeljack: Er... Hi?
Doctor Roxanne: Lyra is Ratchet's head hugmonster. She's telling Kriti about you.
Wheeljack: ... Who's Kriti?
Doctor Roxanne: She's my and Ratchet's daughter.
Wheeljack: ... 0_0
Ratchet: *tsk-ing softly as he sees that Silverstreak is a bit deficient on certain minerals*
Doctor Roxanne: *looks to Ratchet, smiling slightly as one of his hug monsters quietly tsks back*
Ratchet: *will scan Wheeljack now, 'tsk'-ing again as he sees similar deficiencies*
Fred: *tsks back softly*
Doctor Roxanne: Ratchet?
Ratchet: They're both deficient in (x),(y), and (n). *sternly, to Wheeljack* You should have let us know you were on board a lot sooner, Wheeljack.
Wheejack: *looks down, but then back at his friend* We didn' wanna wind up gettin' sent back. Prowl's bein' a jerk squared since we found out this whole gender thing. Tried tellin' everyone it was slaargwash, 'n then tried confiscatin' all the PINpoints.
Ratchet: *frown* *quietly* You really thought we'd send you back?
Wheeljack: *optics and ear lights darken* I didn' know, Ratch.
Ratchet: *shakes his head and makes a list of minerals Wheeljack and Silverstreak will need with their energon rations*
Wheeljack: *quietly and sadly* Everyone else's turned inta a jerk.
Firestar: *looks up with concern*
Red Alert: *worried*
Ratchet: *quietly, putting a hand on Wheeljack's shoulder* You'll always have a place with me, Wheeljack. It was true during the war, it's still true now.
Kriti: *itty bitty clickstorm. Wants to see who you're talking to, Daddy!*
Wheeljack: *startles and looks toward that little voice* How many'a those things you got in there? *kind of forgot what he's been told about Kriti*
Ratchet: *quietly* Counting Lyra, three. They're keeping my daughter, Kriti, company. *will move to get the newborn out of the sling*
Kriti: *clicking her little spark out happily, arms around her monsterbabby's neck*
Wheeljack: *stares with wonder* She's even littler than we usually start out.
Moofy: *makes a funny and happy sound from Ratchet's hold*
Lyra and Fred: *respond!*
Ratchet: She's a monoformer, Wheeljack. And a point-one percenter.
Wheeljack: *mouth falls open* Born without a T cog?
Ratchet: *nods*
Wheeljack: *so much worry* We gotta fix it.
Doctor Roxanne: Oh no you don't.
Ratchet: She's fine, Wheeljack.
Kriti: *clickstorms at the worried voice*
Wheeljack: But not bein' able ta transform...!
Eclipse: *talks to the clicks, but clings to his Mama*
Ratchet: We think she might be a Load Bearer. If she is, she'll be able to adapt to neuroware that will let her take on an alt mode, if she so chooses.
Wheeljack: o.0 Somebody that tiny?
Firestar: *yup, just snerked*
Wheeljack: *scowls at her*
Red Alert: It's not unheard of, Wheeljack.
Ratchet: Red Alert's right.
Wheeljack: I never heard'a it.
Ratchet: It's rare, but it does happen.
Doctor Roxanne: *quietly* Ratchet, should we bring them back to the infirmary and give them breakfast while we finish ours?
Ratchet: *nods* That way, I can keep an optic on them.
Wheeljack: Breakfast? *perks* You gotta spare cube or two?
Ratchet: *grin* I've got something better that I can share.
Wheeljack: o.0 You're not overchargin' on duty?
Ratchet: Pfft. No. Especially not with a sparklet in my care.
Red Alert: Do you need help moving Silverstreak?
First Aid: *peeks into the office with Rung* Torque will deliver her.
Ratchet: *nods and moves to step aside for the delivery bot* We're going to the infirmary, Torque.
Torque: *shyly peeking in*
First Aid: *quiet cheerfulness* And Silverstreak won't run away. Right, Silver?
Silverstreak: *bleary blink*
Wheeljack: *kneels and gently tries to lift her and Eclipse* *softly* You wanna go fuel, Silver? Ratch ain't mad at us.
Silverstreak: *heard "fuel", will nod*
Torque: *carefully entering the room, moves to pick Wheeljack, Silverstreak, and Eclipse up, since they're already close together*
Wheeljack: Whoa, big bot! 0_0
Torque: *quiet clicks*
Ratchet: You're fine, Wheeljack. Torque won't drop you.
Chico: *bounces down the nice lady's arm to cheep in a friendly way to the blinky guy*
Wheeljack: *all shock and confusion forgotten* It's a baby one, right? A baby shoulder angel? Look, Silver. Isn't it cute?
Torque: Ch-Chico's m-mini... M-Mini Maraud-der.
Wheeljack: *looks up with interest* That's different than shoulder angels?
Rung: *gently guiding Torque out of the room*
First Aid: *has stopped to click to Kriti and be quietly silly*
Kriti: *happy clickstorm, hi, friend!*
First Aid: *offers her his finger* Are you having a good morning, Kriti?
Kriti: *gonna wiggle her arms and click*
Ratchet: *catches her baby hugmonster and tucks him back in the sling*
First Aid: Whoops... *looks after the tiny creature*
hugmonster: *snoozing away*
First Aid: ...Is he alright?
Ratchet: *scans the baby hugmonster* *snerk* He's fine. He didn't even wake up.
First Aid: ^_^; Yes, that's why I was worried. *looks back to Kriti and touches her gently* I'll see you later, Kriti. Enjoy breakfast.
Kriti: *happy sounds*
First Aid: *smiles and then nods to his CO and heads out of the room*
Doctor Roxanne: *ready to be picked up, Ratchet. She knows better than to try and walk back, especially when Kriti's awake and you want them to interact*
Ratchet: *will move to carefully pick you up now, Doctor Roxanne*
Kriti: *happy bwee*
Doctor Roxanne: *nuzzles the baby and clicks to her softly*
Blitzen: *looks in through the door* Hey, chief? You better come see this.
Red Alert: *looks over* What's going on? *moving to head for the door, signalling to Benny and Beauty to accompany him*
Blitzen: *as he walks away beside his new CO, the shoulder angels flanking them* Jazz was grounded this morning; told she couldn't get off the ship. She's sitting on the hull with a bunch of guys who're copying a book she's got.
Doctor Roxanne: *sputters laughter as she hears that*
Red Alert: *facepalm*
Ratchet: *snickering now*
Red Alert: *sigh* Technically, she hasn't left the ship.
Doctor Roxanne: *watches them go, and then looks toward Torque to see the woman pausing and looking back as Wheeljack urges that they need to wait for Ratchet and his dame* ...Dame?
Ratchet: *as he walks toward Torque* Wheeljack, mind your language. Cursing is some of the first things sparklets learn.
Wheeljack: *blinks* What was cursin'?
Silverstreak: *quiet mutter* He didn't say d...
Wheeljack: *hand over her mouth* *grins at Ratchet behind his mask*
Eclipse: *beeps*
Wheeljack: *hesitates a moment, and then puts his other hand over the tiny mouth* Don't say that.
Eclipse: *blink blink*
Ratchet: *laughs and shakes his head. Soon has family seated around his desk as Tempest dances among the plates and Tailgate sits on the floor and cuddles Kriti*
Wheeljack: *staring at the stuff Ratchet's shovelling onto his plate*
Ratchet: Scrambles, gummi cheese, and salt flavor gummi ham steak.
Wheeljack: It kinda looks like human fuel, but it sure don't smell like it! Where'd you get this stuff? *lights show a reassuring grin at Silverstreak, who is no longer sedated, but looks like she'll faint at sight of the size of her meal*
Ratchet: Ironhide gave me a stash.
Kriti: *clicking and telling Tailgate all about the good smelling noms*
Tailgate: *soft talk as he offers the sparklet a spoonful of strawbaby flavour mild grease*
Kriti: *nomph*
Wheeljack: *cautiously poking part of the piece of gummi ham steak* So where'd 'Hide get it?
Doctor Roxanne: *looks at her phone* Ratchet, did you turn off your comm?
Ratchet: ... I didn't think I did. *will try turning it back on, just in case he did on accident*
Nightwish: //...but don't worry, it was just his foot.//
Ratchet: ... //Whose foot?//
Nightwish: //Meep! Hi, Doc!//
Ratchet: //Nightwish, whose foot is broken?//
Nightwish: //Um. I don't know if it's broken. It's just gone.//
Ratchet: *facepalm* //Whose foot?//
Grimlock: //Him Rodimus fed foot to something even bigger and uglier than me.//
Ratchet: *more facepalm* //Somehow, I'm not surprised he did that, Grimlock.//
Nightwish: //So do you have a replacement? Or should I try and get this one back? It hasn't gone into the acid yet.//
Ratchet: //I can build a replacement. It'll be easier to just repair the original though.// *pauses* //Acid?//
Nightwish: //Okay. Brb.//
Grimlock: //Yuck. Can't unsee that.//
Rodimus: //The acid in the marauder's tank.//
Ratchet: *pinching the bridge of his nose now*
Grimlock: *amused* //Don't give this kid surgery license.//
Ratchet: *sighs over comms*
Rodimus: //Chest burster!!//
Nightwish: //Got it.//
Ratchet: //Good. How damaged is it?//
Nightwish: *as Rodimus yelps* //He can walk home on it.//
Rodimus: //You don't just smack those things in place!//
Ratchet: *more facepalm* //Don't let him walk home on it.//
Nightwish: //Why not?//
Ratchet: //It could end up even more damaged, and the less time I have to spend repairing Rodimus, the better.//
Nightwish: //WakeJumper did a battlefield fix with part of a marauder. It's ugly, but I think it'll hold till we get back.//
Ratchet: //... Part of a marauder?//
Nightwish: //Yup. This rubber gasket.//
Ratchet: //... Alright. Just make sure he doesn't try to do anything else reckless between now and when he's in the infirmary.//
Rodimus: *acks and starts begging someone to "Take it out of his face!"*
Ratchet: //... I spoke too soon, didn't I?//
Nightwish: //Eating marauder's not reckless. Gotta go. See you soon.// *click*
Wheeljack: Ratch? You okay? *was watching his friend's face during the comm convo*
Ratchet: *sigh* Rodimus will be needing repairs once he and Nightwish return from their outing.
Wheeljack: Oh. Zat all? *resumes poking his breakfast* I thought somethin' happened.
Ratchet: Rodimus lost his foot to a marauder. He then threw it at said marauder, which swallowed said foot.
Wheeljack: What's a marauder? *tastes scrambles and gummi cheese, earlights bright!* Wow...
Ratchet: One of the native lifeforms of this planet.
Wheeljack: That doesn't tell me much, Ratch. Silver, did you taste this stuff?
Silverstreak: *poking at her breakfast now*
Ratchet: I haven't seen one personally, but apparently, they're considered a local delicacy.
Wheeljack: 0_0
Eclipse: *handful of scrambles!*
Eclipse's hugmonster: *back from her fruitless mission to the bar, hears her nice man, and climbs the bigger nice man's leg to get to him*
Silverstreak: *SQUEAK!*
Eclipse: *talking about the squeak now!*
Wheeljack: *falls sideways off his chair at shock of squeak after learning that bots consider a lifeform to be fuel*
Doctor Roxanne: Oh! *surprised look from Silverstreak to Wheeljack*
Ratchet: *moving to scan Wheeljack and pick the inventor up off of the floor*
Wheeljack: What the slag was that, Silver? *shakes his head with a BBBBB sound* And what the slag was that, Ratch??
Silverstreak: *bibbling* Get it offffff! T_T
Ratchet: What was what, Wheeljack?
Doctor Roxanne: *hunkered on the edge of the table by Silverstreak now* Shhhh. It's alright. That's Eclipse's pet.
Wheelack: Eatin' living things??? Is this stuff dead things? *gestures to his plate*
Ratchet: They do things differently here, Wheeljack. And no, that's energon and minerals.
Wheeljack: *thinks he's not hungry, but then his tank pings*
Ratchet: Do I have to sit on you and force feed you again, 'Jack?
Wheeljack: When'd you ever have ta do that? *scowls behind his mask*
Ratchet: *names a time and date* You'd knocked yourself stupid and then knocked a building over onto yourself.
Wheeljack: I don't remember that, so it doesn't count. *then frowns at the grip his friend has on his arm*
Ratchet: It counts, because there was documentation of the explosion. *moving to help Wheeljack back into his chair*
Wheeljack: *shakes the hand loose, and then takes it and scans it* Hey. This ain't yours.
Ratchet: *blink* *looks down at his hand* Ah, that's right. You weren't here when we went to Delphi...
Wheeljack: Delphi? *absent glance toward Silverstreak's soft chatter and squee*
Ratchet: *nods and databursts Wheeljack the report from First Aid, detailing about how patients had suddenly started dying, and about how the CMO of the facility, Pharma, had been responsible. It also includes notes about the Red Rust virus that had been used at the facility*
Wheeljack: 0_0 Really not hungry now.
Ratchet: *quietly* I was one of the infected for a little while, too.
Wheeljack: *soft sound as he nearly stands up with surprise and concern*
Ratchet: We were able to get the antidote, thankfully. Everyone who had it was cured. And as for Pharma... Well, let's just say he and I parted after he left a 'gift'. *will check on Kriti and Tailgate*
Tempest: *asks with cute chirps and posing to be brought down to Daddy*
Wheeljack: Do I wanna know what kinda gi... 0_0 You took his hands?
Ratchet: Technically, he was separated from them by Drift. And you know I'm not one to waste perfectly good parts.
Wheeljack: *snerking now*
Tempest: *more chirps and bobbing*
Ratchet: *will gently lift the fuzzy pet and bring him over to Tailgate* *to the minibot* I think he missed you, Tailgate.
Tailgate: *soft sounds to his pet, and then a chuckle as Kriti's tiny hugmonster hops over to see his fuzzy cousin* Thanks, Ratchet. *offers Kriti more pudding*
Kriti: *nom!*
Ratchet: You're welcome. When you and Kriti are done with your breakfasts, I'll give you your checkup, alright?
Tailgate: Alright! ^_^ *has some pudding himself*
tiny hugmonster: *sings to cousin*
Tempest: *chirps and offers to huddle with him. Issa bubby?*
both babies: *cuddle against Tailgate and go to sleep*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will return his attention to the adults in the room*
Wheeljack: *absent mindedly stuffing fuel into his mouth with his hand, and then keeping it there so it doesn't fall out of his scar as he chews it around the gaps in his dentae*
Ratchet: *will move to sit down* *amused chuckle as he watches Wheeljack for a moment, then turns his attention to Silverstreak, who is still poking the fuel* It won't bite you, Silverstreak.
Silverstreak: *quietly, all the ramble knocked out of her by the strangeness of the past hour* What is it?
Ratchet: *patiently repeats himself* Energon and minerals that are good for self-repair.
Silverstreak: *more doubtful poking*
Ratchet: *will reach over and use one of the utensils to poke a scoop of the scrambles into Silverstreak's mouth*
Eclipse: *muffled babbling around his noms*
Silverstreak: *squeaks and flails, her fist rapping Wheeljack upside the head*
Wheeljack: *doesn't even notice* Circulate, Silver.
Ratchet: Just eat slowly, Silverstreak. You'll be alright.
Silverstreak: *has noticed the taste of what's in her mouth* 0_0!
Ratchet: There we go.
Silverstreak: *quiet amazement, and then another squeak as Eclipse climbs onto the table to give her a handful of mushed scrambles*
Eclipse: *gonna feedamama*
Silverstreak: *another squeak*
Wheeljack: That's right, Silver. Yup. *eat and think*
Ratchet: *so amused*
Kriti: *gonna splatsleep and purr. Has a full tank*
Tailgate: *softly, as he carefully wipes the tiny sparklet's face* She's sleeping, Ratchet.
Doctor Roxanne: *looks over, and then glances at Ratchet to see if he wants her to get their bitty*
Ratchet: *small nod for Doctor Roxanne* *to Tailgate, as he looks over to the minibot* You did a good job feeding her, Tailgate.
Tailgate: It was an awesome experience. I was floored. ^_^
Doctor Roxanne: *has used Ratchet for a staircase. Now kneels to take her little one*
Kriti: *sleeping hard, is also purring quietly*
Doctor Roxanne: *soft croon of love, and then gently touches Tailgate's cheek as she straightens with Kriti in her other arm. Motherly smile, and then turns to go back to Ratchet*
Tailgate: *a little sad to give Kriti up, but then again, he'll get to hold her and feed her again soon enough. Turns his attention to finishing off the pudding*
Tempest: *startled little cheep as new bubby bounces away from him. Lifts head and looks around, shivering slightly*
Doctor Roxanne: *stops to let the tiny hugmonster climb up and join Kriti in her arms*
tiny hugmonster: *snuggles his nice man*
Tailgate: *notices Tempest's shivering, will set his breakfast aside for now to gently fuss over the fluffy pet*
Tempest: *love me, Daddy. Babby is all alone!* *snuggle and cheep*
Tailgate: Aww... *will gently cuddle Tempest and click to him*
Tempest: *sighs and goes back to sleep with little seep seep sounds. Daddy has him*
Tailgate: *happy little sound, breakfast forgotten*
Doctor Roxanne: *gently* Would you like a blanket for Tempest, Tailgate? So you can finish your breakfast?
Tailgate: *looks up* Oh! Yes, please.
Doctor Roxanne: *turns to her fellow medic* Ratchet? Do you have one of those tiny blankets?
Ratchet: I think so. *checking storage compartments and subspace*
Silverstreak: *offers the blanket that had been laying on the middle of the table* Is this what you need?
Ratchet: *looks, nods* That will do. *will check it for energon, just in case* *slight frown, headshake* This has energon on it. *will double-check subspace after moving to put the other blanket in the proper bin*
Doctor Roxanne: You don't have one? *baby dancing lightly*
Ratchet: I thought I did.
Tailgate: *will get the travel pouch and Tempest's dolly out of his subspace* I have a pouch for Tempest.
Doctor Roxanne: Oh. *slight chuckle as she looks back to the white and blue minibot* Why didn't you say so?
Tailgate: *sheepishly* I forgot.
Doctor Roxanne: *another gentle chuckle, and then she turns to go back to the table and the rest of her lovely three bone cake breakfast*
Ratchet: *as he returns from putting the blanket in the bin* It happens. It's alright, Tailgate.
Tailgate: *looks up from getting his little pet tucked in* ^_^;
Doctor Roxanne: *sitting in her place again and looking very inclined to keep Kriti and the bittymonster. Leans over to nuzzle Ratchet's arm as he takes his seat*
Ratchet: *blink blink* *faint blush*
Silverstreak: *looks back and forth between them, then glances at Wheeljack and snuggles against his side*
Wheeljack: *absent arm around her, then blinks and looks down at his plate as his fingers find no more fuel to put in his mouth*
Tailgate: *quietly and absently humming something between bites of pudding* *has stuck Tempest's pocket on his back*
Ratchet: *aaaawwwwkward in the silence now*
Doctor Roxanne: *picks up her last bone cake and crunches quietly*
Wheeljack: *quiet musing* Never thought you'd pick up a broad, Ratchet. Let alone an organic one. But then I never thought about broads at all. *arm tightens slightly around Silverstreak*
Ratchet: *startled sound, looks to the inventor* ... *raised brow ridge* Uh-huh.
Wheeljack: *brow quirk as he closes his mask over his scarred face* Uh-huh what?
Ratchet: Then what do you call what you're doing with Silverstreak?
Wheeljack: *quietly* I was talkin' in past tense, ya chump.
Ratchet: And now?
Wheeljack: *looks at Silverstreak* *quieter* The humans seemed to get stronger when they were around the people they loved.
Silverstreak: ... *soft squeak as she realizes that Jack is loving on her and has been for awhile*
Wheeljack: *earlights show a smile as he looks at her* *and then he blinks and looks down as fuel covered little hands land in his lap, followed by the rest of the orange and black sparklet* ...Euch.
Eclipse: *made a mess, is grinning sunnily at Daddy*
Wheeljack: *sighs and looks over at Silverstreak's plate to see if she's done refuelling*
Silverstreak: *hasn't even made a dent in her fuel, is too brain broken right now*
Wheeljack: Sheesh, Silver. *grabs the eating tweezers and starts poking stuff at her mouth* Come on, you need this. We ain't had good fuel in awhile.
Silverstreak: *squeaks*
Ratchet: *makes a note to give Wheeljack and Silverstreak thorough check-ups once they've had time to adjust to better fuel and living on board the ship in proper quarters*
Tailgate: *just finished his breakfast, will start to make his way to the door*
Doctor Roxanne: Don't forget your checkup, Tailgate. *smiles toward him*
Wheeljack: *feed a Silver. Feed feed a Silver*
Eclipse: *gives directions!* *and holds his toes*
hugmonster: *happy singing from where she's perched on the big man's head*
Wheeljack: Uh huh. That's right, kid. Yup. *pauses and glances up toward the song* What's this thing's name?
Ratchet: *chuckles* That's a hugmonster. She belongs to Eclipse.
Wheeljack: No name?
Ratchet: Not that I've been told.
Eclipse: Annie! :D
Lyra: *gonna climb out to see who bossman is talking to*
Annie: *huh? Looks dowwwn at her nice man, then trills at him and starts singing again*
Fred: *playfully noms on Lyra's tail*
Wheeljack: Annie, huh? *feeds Silver more* Why are there so many of these things around any... way. *stares at the dead glitchmouse that just came flying and landed on Ratchet's plate*
Moofie: *chirps and trills happily. She found a mousie for her nice man!*
Ratchet: ... That's one reason. *so amused*
Eclipse: Eeee!
Silverstreak: *hiding on Wheeljack and rambling with shock*
Wheeljack: ...What'd it put it in yer plate for?
Ratchet: The locals eat dead glitchmice and marauders as a source of minerals and self-repair material. Lyra, Fred, and Moofie came from some of the local bots.
Wheeljack: *lowers his head and closely scans the dead mouse* *then shudders and straightens up with his free hand over his optics* If yer gonna do it hurry up. 'N fer the love'a mercy don't crunch.
Silverstreak: *hides harder!*
Ratchet: *rolls his optics and moves to snag the mouse. Hesitates for a moment before quickly popping the mouse into his mouth. Cringing as he quickly and carefully chews, and then he's shuddering as he swallows what he just chewed up*
Tailgate: 0_0 *squeak*
Eclipse: Om nom nom! *laughs and claps his gooby little hands*
Wheeljack: *peeks between his fingers*
Doctor Roxanne: *carefully pats Ratchet's arm*
Ratchet: *shudder* Wheeljack, never, EVER, ask me to do that again.
Wheeljack: o.0 It was on yer plate. I thought you were gonna do it.
Silverstreak: 0_0 *sags as she faints*
Wheeljack: Ack! *shifts the bitty to his empty plate as he turns his attention to reviving Silverstreak*
Doctor Roxanne: *soft trill of concern as she watches*
Silverstreak: *rambling faintly as she starts to come to. Has had a few too many shocks for today*
Eclipse: *bwees worriedly* Mama?
Wheeljack: Mama's fine, kid. *looks over at Ratchet* We better get cleaned up, 'n then Silver needs someplace quiet.
Ratchet: *nods* There may still be a few empty habsuites that you can use. *will check with Red Alert*
Eclipse: *grabby hands, wants to be held*
Wheeljack: Ain't there any cleanin' facilities 'n private rooms here? *scowling eyes over his mask*
Ratchet: There are, but a habsuite would be better, and more comfortable to rest in.
Wheeljack: And further off.
Eclipse: *annoyed huff*
Ratchet: 0_0 *knows what that huff usually precedes* You'd better pick Eclipse up.
Wheeljack: *glances at the sparklet* He's fine.
Doctor Roxanne: *hands over Kriti's ears* He's going to start screaming.
Eclipse: *drawing himself up*
Ratchet: *muting his own audios and moving to cover Tailgate's*
Wheeljack: *sudden thought of the time he heard Silverstreak have a screaming fit. Grabs the bitty by one arm!*
Eclipse: *startled squeal*
Silverstreak: *squeals as well*
Annie: *scoldies!!!*
Wheeljack: *stuffs the kid into his storage compartment* There. How's that?
Eclipse: *quiet for a few moments, then he's purring softly and curling up*
Annie: *gonna jump up and down on your head, big man! You hid her nice man*
Wheeljack: Now the raptor's yellin'. *winces and grumbles*
Silverstreak: *has had enough, will hide her face and cry*
Doctor Roxanne: *softly* Put Annie in your pocket with Eclipse, then. Ratchet, will you bring them down to the long term care room?
Ratchet: *nods* One moment though. *will get up, put Tailgate in his seat, and then go get a care package for Silverstreak*
Wheeljack: Whaddya mean "One moment"? *looks like he's going to start saying rude words*
Ratchet: *back from the store room with a box* Keep your brake shoes on, 'Jack. She'll need this. Bring her this way.
Wheeljack: *quickly yanks the tarnished looking little dinosaur off his head and stuffs her in the pocket with Eclipse, then closes the compartment and stands with Silverstreak in his arms. Has a rather dangerous expression in his eyes as he scowls at his best friend*
Annie: *settling down to snuggle her nice man*
Ratchet: Just trust me. This will help her.
Wheeljack: Just show me the... *bites off the word* ...Room.
Ratchet: *nods and moves to lead the way to the room*
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