bv.Tau Space. New Friends

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



Cygnia: *attention back to the subject at hand* Uncle's not just talking about raw minerals either, sir.

Polaris: *happily* Good!

Viisaus: *congratulations. You've managed to reduce him to complete and utter gobsmack*

Sharpshot: *mutter, twitch*

Cygnia: The previous civilization seems to have known that their world was going to go through a cataclysm. But they thought that burying thousands of tons of refined metals, mechanical components, and simple fuel would get them through it.

Sharpshot: *holding her head in her servos now*

Showtime: *pings Cygnia and lets her know Sharpshot is hurting again*

Cygnia: *turns toward him and squeaks softly as she's handed the Uncle so that baby brother may cradle the Aunty* May I have Aunty, Polaris?

Polaris: Aunty. *holds her close to his chest*

Showtime: *gently* Polaris, let Cygnia help Aunty, too. *can tell that the youngest of Diehard and First Aid's children is responding to the first stirrings of medibot coding*

Polaris: *looks from Uncle to Cygnia and beeps uncertainly*

Cygnia: *offers to trade*

Polaris: *brightens slightly and trades*

Cygnia: *gentle talk and clicking as she carries her Aunt away*

Showtime: *snuggles against Polaris, telling him quietly that he did good by trying to comfort Aunty*

Viisaus: //If that's all.//

Showtime: No... There's more. You'll need to take the Taubots to Haven... But your haven isn't there.

Polaris: *looks up at the screen, remembering that he's helping Uncle talk to the stranger* Good.

Viisaus: *confusion clear on his face* //I don't understand.//

Showtime: Once you're on Haven, you will.

Viisaus: //...Fine. We'll depart once we're ready.//

Polaris: *discovers his face mask and closes it*

Viisaus: *optics widen slightly*

Showtime: *small nod* Polaris is part of Optimus' family.

Polaris: *from behind his mask* Good.

Viisaus: //But the Allspark...//

Showtime: Primus provided another way for new life to start.

Orion: *from where he's returned, absently licking skinned knuckles* And Haven's part of it.

Showtime: *nod of agreement*

Viisaus: *absently* //Mhmm...// *is studying Orion and Polaris a bit more closely now*

Orion: *sees that his brother has masked. Chuckles and masks himself, also lowering his visor*

Polaris: *excited sounds*

Viisaus: *expression unreadable as he studies the two mechs*

Orion: *notices the silence and looks over there, his mask and visor retracting* *glances to his uncle, expression asking what's wrong*

Showtime: *gets on comms, is quietly explaining what Viisaus is going through*

Orion: *turns back to Viisaus and smiles with his mother's gentleness* You're probably going to see a lot of new Taubots once your people get to Haven.

Viisaus: //...// *frown*

Showtime: There will be more than enough materials for their shells, Viisaus.

Orion: Oh yeah. *grin* And wait till you taste the cheese.

Viisaus: //...Cheese?//

Showtime: *soft chuckle. Will let Viisaus learn about it for himself*

Orion: It's good. But you really need to chew it. *laughter that is a mirror of a youthful Optimus*

Viisaus: //... What is cheese?//

Orion: It's fuel made from a secretion that an extinct techno-organic animal species produced to feed its young.

Viisaus: //...// *looks a bit disturbed by the idea*

Orion: It's been buried so long that it's become a highly Cybertronian friendly source of energy and carbon based lubricants.

Viisaus: //...Ah.// *small nod*

Orion: And also a good source of light once you get it lit. *chuckles*

Viisaus: //...//

Showtime: *nods* Sharpshot is quiet for hours if you give her a chunk of cheese and light it for her.

Orion: *grins* And Sirius was quiet for twelve solar cycles once because he was trying to find bugs in his cheese. I think that was the only good lie I've ever seen.

Showtime: That wasn't a lie.

Orion: *abashed and curious look* Oh. He just didn't find the bugs? I'm sorry.

Showtime: I learned about cheese with bugs in it from Miracle.

Orion: *interested* Who's that, Uncle?

Showtime: She's the person Mistfire talked about.

Orion: *perk* Mira.

Viisaus: //Is she with you?// *expression black. Does NOT like the little green femme*

Orion: *attention to the screen* No sir, it's just us, Uncle, Aunty, and Fortress Maximus. *and now you know the identity of this ship*

Viisaus: *boggles* //Fortress Maximus!//

Fort Max: Yes?

Orion: *curious look* You know his name.

Viisaus: //You were one of the ships that helped evacuate the Quadriate sector, correct?//

Fort Max: *quietly* I was.

Orion: *will now be silent and soak up history*

Viisaus: *quietly* //I was one of the bots evacuated. I was newly sentient...//

Fort Max: I know. I watched as you mourned beside Maritime and Frostbite.

Viisaus: *softly* //JakeBrake and WakeJumper didn't make it.//

Fort Max: No. They stemmed the charge so that the refugees could escape.

Viisaus: *growl* //You could have grabbed them! Maritime and Frostbite died from broken bonds!//

Fort Max: *sadly* I couldn't. Ask Showtime how recently it's been that I've healed enough to be able to function again.

Orion: *quietly* I can remember when all he could do was blink his lights.

Showtime: *quietly* It's taken him a long time to even be able to speak... and being able to travel took even longer.

Orion: You'll be able to see the hills he made when he landed.

Showtime: *softly* He gave of his own energy just to get there in time to provide transport, Viisaus.

Fort Max: *quietly and simply* Metroplex and I had just battled Trypticon.

Viisaus: *soft sound*

Orion: Sir. Brace yourself. There's a hug waiting to happen behind you.

Viisaus: *stiffens*

silver lady: *standing and watching as a lanky younger lady approaches Viisaus* //Don't be like that, Viisaus. She's been looking forward to meeting you for a long time.//

Viisaus: *quietly* //It's not safe for you here, Starseeker.//

Starseeker: *softly, as the lanky lady hugs him from behind* //I have it on good assurance that "here" is moving.//

Viisaus: *so much frown* //You spoke with Showtime, then?//

Starseeker: *shakes her head* //Showtime and I have it from the same source.//

younger lady: //Mom feels Primus and talks with the Greatest Creator.//*yes, she said "Mom"*

Viisaus: //... 'Mom'?//

younger lady: *calm amusement* //That's what I said, Dad.//

Viisaus: //...// *so confused now*

Starseeker: *gently* //Jubilation was born when my spark budded, soon after you sent me away.//

Viisaus: 0_0 *sway*

Jubilation: *grins as she supports him. This was another reason she'd decided to walk up behind her father*

Viisaus: *optics flickering*

Showtime: He needs a hard reset.

Jubilation: *quiet faith* //Mom has his medicine.// *helps the one eyed bot to sit down, then steps away as Starseeker comes close*

Orion: o.0 *hands half lifted to cover his eyes*

Showtime: *covers Polaris' optics with a chuckle*

Viisaus: *engine rumbling now*

Orion: *soft snigger. Is still hiding his eyes just as he always did when his parents showed affection to one another*

Viisaus: *sags against Starseeker*

Starseeker: //I'll make sure they get safely to Haven, Showtime.//

Showtime: *nods* Stay safe, Starseeker.

Starseeker: //Oh, and the two who've gotten aboard your ship come in peace.//

Orion: What? *whirls as someone runs past in the hall behind pursued by an excitedly squealing Sharpshot*

female voice: *laughing and hooting*

Cygnia: *sounding so surprised* She likes him.

Orion: What? *going to go see!*

Polaris: *bit scared by squealing!*

Showtime: *soothing clicks* Aunty found pretty.

Polaris: *perks* Aunty! *headtilt* Good.

Showtime: *nod* Very good.

teal and gold Seeker femme: *looks in, drawn by the voices she can hear* Who're y'all?

Orion: *backpedals so he doesn't run over the stranger* I'm Orion Prime. Who are you?

teal femme: Mah name's Blackwing. Flashpoint's gettin' chased bah th' li'l blue gal.

Orion: Aunty thinks he's pretty. *glances over the teal lady's shoulder to see if he can see the chase. Can hear Cassiopeia down there somewhere cheering their aunt on*

Blackwing: *chuckles* She ain't th' onleh 'un th't sees pretteh.

Showtime: *so amused now*

Orion: *blinks and looks back down at Blackwing quizzically*

Blackwing: *smile*

Orion: *blush*

Starseeker: //Keep those two, would you? We've got enough Maks in this community.//

Showtime: *so amused* We'll keep them out of trouble, Starseeker.

Starseeker: //You can try.// *gentle grin* //I've sent their story to your ship.//

Showtime: *small nod* Thank you, Starseeker. And safe travels.

Starseeker: //The same to you, my friend. God bless you and yours.// *switches off the screen*

Sharpshot: *squeaaaal!!!*

Flashpoint: *string of cursing*

Orion: *distracted from Blackwing and looking over her shoulder again* Did she get him?

Cassiopeia: She got him!

Cygnia: She did!

Blackwing: *looks over her shoulder* Ain't 'eard Flash cussin' lahk th't 'n awhahl. *so amused*

Cassiopeia: Oh hey.

Cygnia: No, Aunty. Don't kiss him.

Sharpshot: Pretty!

Flashpoint: 'T least lemme git t' know y'all first!

Cassiopeia: She talked!

Showtime: *perks*

Sharpshot: NO!

Orion: Oh boy. *tries to slip past Blackwing*

Blackwing: *lets Orion by, moves to follow, in case someone big is needed to help hold the blue femme down*

Showtime: *patpats Polaris* Should we go see what's going on with Aunty?

Polaris: *uncertain expression* Good?

Showtime: Aunty talked. She found pretty.

Polaris: *goes by Uncle's tone and the angle of his sensor wings* Good! *goes where Uncle is pointing*

Sharpshot: *throwing a fit*

Flashpoint: *trying to get the little blue femme to calm down before she hurts herself*

Cygnia: *trying to sooth her aunt with words*

Cassiopeia: *ran when the yelling started*

Sharpshot: *frustrated yell, hunkers down with hands on her audios*

Orion: *eyes wide* *looks at Flashpoint* Maybe just give her a little one?

Flashpoint: ... 'F y'all're sure. *will move to give the little blue femme a kiss* *startled yelp as she takes a swing at him*

Polaris: *hunkers right down and makes noises at Aunty*

Cygnia: Easy. Polaris will calm her down.

Flashpoint: *concerned* 'S she alrahght?

Cygnia: No. She was damaged during the exodus from Cybertron. It's left her blind and feral.

Flashpoint: *wince*

Blackwing: *quietly* Don' y'all got a medic?

Cygnia: Mom's too small to hold her down, and the rest of us don't know enough yet. But we're going to Earth, and Ratchet is there. *says the name of the mythic hero with proper reverence*

Flashpoint: *shares an amazed look with Blackwing*

Showtime: *calmly, relaying something Mira told him about Earth once* The storms there aren't as strong as out here, so a direct hit won't kill you.

Blackwing: *bit of a grin*

Orion: And small organic people are part of Optimus Prime's family now. *respect for this hero too!*

Flashpoint: ... 0_0

Showtime: *listening to see if there's anything or anyone else who needs tending before they leave for Earth*

Primus: *nope. Go*

Showtime: *small nod* I think we can go.

Flashpoint: *startled squeak as he's grabbed by the little blue femme*

Orion: *hands over his eyes!*

Sharpshot: *SNOGGING*

Flashpoint: *startled flail, and then the charge hits and he's rumbling*

Orion: *so much hiding*

Cygnia: *embarrassed and looking to Showtime for suggestions*

Showtime: *listening to Primus*

Primus: *thinks Showtime's dizzy*

Showtime: ... *sags a bit as a flash goes off*

Cygnia: Whoops.

Polaris: *squeal!*

Orion: *hands down with shock* Did someone short circuit?

Showtime: *slowly* No... Bonded. Like Diehard and First Aid. *groggy and a bit out of it now*

Orion: *stares at him, but then it clicks* Married? Already? *how should I feel about this, Uncle?*

Showtime: *gently* She needed more stability. And now she'll have it... and Flashpoint can help hold her down so she can get repaired.

Flashpoint: *mutter* Torque hits hard.

Cygnia: *worried by inability to wake the couple*

Showtime: Cygnia, put them to bed, so they can rest and sort out their bond. They'll be alright.

Cygnia: Yes, sir. *looks to Orion*

Orion: I'll help. *stoops to do so*

Polaris: *little confused and unhappy sounds as he watches his aunt*

Showtime: *gently, to Polaris* You just got an Uncle and another Aunty.

Polaris: *soft sound. Is upset and doesn't understand. Might also need a nap after all this excitement*

Showtime: *gentle clicks* *yawns and snuggles*

Polaris: *perks and looks around, then steps around the lady he doesn't know and starts down the hall toward his uncle's room*

Blackwing: *and now she's been abandoned in the halls* ... *not sure where to go now*

Fort Max: *directs her to an empty suite next to the one where her brother and sister-in-law are being tucked*

Blackwing: *blinks, looks toward the voice guiding her* Th'nks.

Fort Max: You're welcome. And there are two of them.

Blackwing: ... Two 'f 'em?

Fort Max: Orion has a brother.

Blackwing: ... *chuckles and moves to lay down on the berth* *is soon snoozing as her new home moves through space*

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