rwn. /Lost Light/ and Terra. Rodimus Found Part 1

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Mini Jazz: *puts his head down, and then turns around and looks between his legs at the funny thing that Drift just tossed down in front of him. Wiggles his bum slightly, and then rolls over and goes after the funny thing. Pauses and cheeps quizzically as the thing rolls away from him*

Ratchet: *trying not to laugh at Mini Jazz's bewilderment at the ball*

Ultra Magnus: *working on paperwork... and filming hugmonster antics so he can send them to Optimus at a later date*

Viisaus: *helping with the paperwork. Is in his happy place, and between him and Ultra Magnus, they've very nearly caught up on everything that needed catching up on!*

Mini Jazz: *looks up at Drift and makes his question sound again. You gived me this thing, other man. But it runned away. So what do I do?*

Drift: *will nudge the ball so it rolls back toward Mini Jazz*

Sharpshot: *is an escaped babby! She's crawled away from whoever was supposed to be watching her so Kup could recharge without bitty fingers going up his intakes!*

Mini Jazz: *extreme head tilty, and then nose bumps the thing*

Sharpshot: *clickerfit!*

Mini Jazz: *trills to baby as he watches the thing roll toward her*

Sharpshot: *chirps and chatters at the round thing, will lean back on her skid and reach out to touch the thing*

Mini Jazz: *chirps and bounces over as baby reaches. Does baby know what this thing is?*

Sharpshot: *wide opticked as the round thing rolls away from her touch* *confused clickerfit*

Mini Jazz: *watches it go, and then makes a grumpy little sound and decides to beat the thing up*

Sharpshot: *gonna watch for a few moments, then crawl to Dion's bigs*

Mini Jazz: *scolding and cussing as he chases the thing around and kicks it and butts it*

Sharpshot: *oh, it's the other big she thinks is okay! Will move to deposit herself on this big's lap*

Viisaus: *absent hum, will use babby as desk*

Drift: *muted his vocalizer to keep from laughing at that*

Ultra Magnus: *small nod as he keeps track of Mini Jazz. Then he's sitting up a bit straighter as Blaster relays a call to him*

Mini Jazz: *bounces off the wall as the thing goes the opposite direction to what he expected. SUCH vituperation!*

Unknown being: //Am I speaking with the commander of the ship?//

Ultra Magnus: //Yes. This is Ultra Magnus of the Cybertronian deep space vessel, the Lost Light. With whom am I speaking?//

Unknown being: //This is Quadriate Enforcer Accelerated Vertical Takeoff. State your purposes for entering Quadriate Airspace.//

Dion: *sits up beside Ratchet* Hi, Jumpjet!

Sharpshot: *perk and chirp*

Ratchet: *just made Ultra Magnus jump because the medic plugged into his wrist port* //Jumpjet, this is Autobot Chief Medical Officer Ratchet. Our ship and crew are in your airspace because we're here to be tourists.//

Dion: We're bots like you!

Jumpjet: //...How the *nope* do you know the Common translation of my name?// *sounds a bit annoyed*

Ratchet: //... And that's one Sharpshot won't learn from Kup. You just cussed in front of kids.//

Dion: Sharpshot told me.

Sharpshot: *bitty razz*

Jumpjet: *grumbling now* //Send your crew roster to *this frequency*. Then wait for one of the Guides to show you where to land.//

Dion: Dingbats? Is the guide a dingbat?

Jumpjet: //No. But if you ask 'em, they'll bring ya close enough ta see one.//

Ultra Magnus: *frowning and sending the updated roster that Viisaus just gave him to the frequency Jumpjet gave*

Dion: Sharpshot told me all about 'em. Do they really dent ships?

Jumpjet: //Only if yer pilot's lousy.//

Dion: Unca Blaster can fly, but he can't land.

Viisaus: *calmly, as he continues to work* I've already accounted for the crewmembers who will require accommodations to interact with the general populace of the planet.

Ultra Magnus: I would have liked to see that list beforehand, Viisaus.

Viisaus: It's a rather short list. Brainstorm will have a Governor waiting upon arrival.

Dion: *perk* Road Train?

Jumpjet: //...// *and now she's laughing* //Yeah, kid. Road Train.// *fond of the big guy, and it shows in the tone of her voice* //'N it looks like Mythril approved yer visit, so tell yer pilot ta look ta port. Flashpoint 'n Blackwing'll guide ya down.//

Dion: Is Flashpoint a girl?

Jumpjet: //...No. Why would he be?// *confused now*

Dion: Do you know the feory of multiple realities?

Ratchet: *can't help but smile at that*

Jumpjet: //...Do ya want the long list'a stories or the short one about that?//

Dion: I know peeps from anover reality.

Jumpjet: //...Huh.//

Sharpshot: *chirp chirp chirp!*

Dion: The Flashpoint in it's a girl.

Jumpjet: *amused snort* //If she's anything like my Stormborn, she's an honor to the name.//

Dion: She's got the first sparkly Insider.

Jumpjet: //... I'll have ta ask the brat about his egg.//

Dion: Did anybody kill the Living Mountain yet?

JumpJet: //...You'da heard about it if they had, kid.//

Viisaus: *quietly excusing himself after depositing Sharpshot on Ratchet's lap with Dion*

Nightwish: //Hey, Jumpjet. This bunch is with me.//

Drift: *frowns and moves to see what's put Viisaus off of paperwork*

Jumpjet: //Oh, hey, 'Wish. Vissy still lit?//

Nightwish: //Yeah. He's got his usual sad on, though. He still remembers.//

Ultra Magnus: *frowning and moving to get up as well. He knows something is up, now*

JumpJet: //Not surprised. She was his sister. That had ta hurt.//

Nightwish: *quietly* //I met her alternate. The alt got rebooted, 'n wears navy and tan.//

JumpJet: //Huh. There're a lot'a ladies surface-side who wear those colors.//

Nightwish: //Her white helmet's got a brim all the way around.//

JumpJet: //...I know yer bot. See her goin' out ta make deliveries t' the sticks with her Governor, most days.// *pauses* //Blackwing caught a Dingbat fer the little guy ta look at.//

Nightwish: //She go by Torque? Which little guy? I'm down by our oil reserve and haven't been listening to anything.//

Dion: *gets past the busy signal* //Have you seen Rodimus? We lost him and he's on your world.//

JumpJet: *to Nightwish* //The one that jes' hacked in.// *so amused* *then, to Dion* //Dunno anyone by that name, but I bet there's someone in town who might be able ta help ya. I'll send the old coot ta meet yer ship.//

Dion: //He's crazy colour.//

JumpJet: //...// *and now she's cracking up*

Dion: *bright eyes up to Ratchet* She knows Rodimus!

Ratchet: I think you're right, Dion. *so amused* Either that, or she knows a lot of crazy people.

JumpJet: *trying to insult your ancestry, Ratchet. It's kind of difficult with as hard as she's laughing*

Nightwish: //Is Rodimus that funny?//

Dion: //Yup!//

Ratchet: *to Nightwish* //He once made planetfall without a ship.//

Nightwish: //I know a lot of people who've done that.//

Ratchet: //Have you seen his old office desk?//

Nightwish: //No...//

Ratchet: //He used to draw on it during meetings.//

Nightwish: //And that was your captain?//

Ratchet: //He was good at rallying people around a cause. Especially if he believed in it.//

Nightwish: //I see.//

JumpJet: *excuse her, she's arguing with two other people on her comms now* //Slaggit, you old coot, don't make me pull rank! Flashpoint, quit laughing 'n help yer sister with that dingbat!//

Nightwish: //Brainstorm, are you still single?//

qBrainstorm: //... What the scrap business is it of yours?// *grouchy*

JumpJet: //Mech, I will take you on at paintball if ya don't shape up!//

Flashpoint: //C'ld use some 'elp gettin' th's dingbat ta wh're the kid c'n see it! Ow! Slaggit!//

Nightwish: //Ping coordinates. I'll be right out. And did you think of telling it it'd get to see a baby?//

Flashpoint: *sends coordinates* //Why d' ya th'nk 't's so excit-*YELP!*//

Nightwish: *appears next to Ratchet and holds out her arms* Here, I'll bring the kids to see the dingbat.

Dion: *quick look at Mom*

Sharpshot: *excited squeeee! REACH*

Ratchet: *nods and offers to help Dion reach Nightwish* Follow Nightwish's instructions, and make sure Sharpshot doesn't try to taste test the dingbat.

Dion: :0 No tasting? Okay.

Nightwish: *does not snerk*

Ratchet: It might get the dingbat even more wound up, and then you and Sharpshot would need baths.

Sharpshot: *THRRRPT! Babby needs NO bath!*

Dion: *as he snuggles against the little girl* Okay. No tasting. Should we get Showtime?

Ratchet: *nods* I think she'd like to see the dingbat, too.

Nightwish: Alright. *vanishes with babies*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will move to scoop up Mini Jazz and the ball. Then she'll bring hugmonster and toy to the bridge*

Verity: *sassing Blaster about his landing job*

Blaster: *hears no Verity. He's too busy ignoring the bot that's making faces at him through the front screen*

Verity: Quit flirting and focus on landing!

Rewind: Flirting? *looks over with a frown*

Hound: *staring at the bot on the screen*

Ratchet: ... If that's the welcoming committee.

Verity: *snort* I think he's just a local idiot.

Hound: Well... at least the screen's getting cleaned.

Mini Jazz: *has managed to grab the thing. Shakes the debibble out of it!*

gold and teal flier: *buzzes the ship, and the bot licking the screen. Has a pretty good-sized dent in her wing*

screen bot: *takes a swing at the flyer, but is then cleaned neatly off the screen by a shapely iridescent black foot*

Nightwish: //Don't mind my idiot cousin.//

Ratchet: ... //Does your cousin have a name?// *amused*

Nightwish: *as she stands there on the screen regardless of gravity or entry into the atmosphere* //Marauder.//

Dion: //Mom! Rodimus has a hugmonster!//

Ratchet: *startles at that* //You found him, Dion?//

Dion: //Aunty Nightwish did.//

Ratchet: //Ah. Where is he?//

Dion: *puzzled* //Right here, getting kissies from the girl babies.// *pause* //And Tailgate.//

Ratchet: *soft snerk*

red flier: *buzzes the ship and moves to guide it down the rest of the way*

Blaster: *as he follows the guide* Ratchet?

Ratchet: Yes, Blaster?

Blaster: Is it normal for me to feel really happy when I look at Nightwish's legs?

Ratchet: ... *facepalming* I'm not commenting on that.

Verity: Great. Blaster's acting like a guy.

Blaster: ...So it's bad? But it feels like music.

Ratchet: If she tells you to stop, you stop, and don't argue about it.

Verity: *snickerfit*

Blaster: *frowns, and then asks Nightwish to move off the screen so he can see the guide better*

Nightwish: *waves and flies off*

red flier: *circling back and avoiding the dingbats*

teal and gold flier: *wobbly circling back*

Blaster: *visibly avoids looking at the teal and gold bot after one glance*

red flier: *will try hailing the ship on a general frequency*

Blaster: //Blaster here.//

red flier: //Y'all 'ave a medic 'n boahd, rahght?//

Blaster: //... Three of 'em.//

red flier: //Aneh 'f th'm 'vailable t' fix Blackwing's wing? Th't dingbat did a numbah 'n 'er.//

Blaster: 0.o //Don't you guys have medics?//

First Aid: //We'd be happy to help.//

red flier: //Th'nks. Th' soonah Blackie 'n Ah c'n git back t' our routes, th' bettah.// *will move to guide the teal and gold flier closer to the ship*

Blaster: //What about guidin' the ship?//

red flier: //'old yer position f'r a few clicks.// *chivvying teal and gold flier into holding onto the ship*

Blaster: //Holding.// *starts playing music over the general frequency*

Ultra Magnus: //Blaster!//

red flier: *once the teal and gold flier is clinging to the ship, he'll move to resume guiding the Lost Light to the landing area inside the walls of a massive city*

Blaster: *changes the music to something funny and enjoyable to everyone but Ultra Magnus as he resumes following the guide*

red flier: *helps bring the Lost Light down safely, then he's helping the teal and gold flier down from clinging to the ship*

Blaster: *brings the ship in with a beautiful sweep! And then drops it onto the pavement like a rock*

red flier: *amused snort over the general frequency*

Verity: Wow. We actually landed in one piece this time.

Hound: *look of amiable surprise* When haven't we?

Verity: *rolls her eyes* Whatever... How soon can we go exploring?

Ratchet: We're apparently cleared for it. *shrug* Go get your armor.

Swerve: //Ratchet? Where's Ultra Magnus?//

Ratchet: //...Why?// *sends Ultra Magnus an inquiry ping*

Swerve: //Because Trailbreaker just drank everything I had left that was remotely drinkable.//

Ratchet: *pinches the bridge of her nose and relays that to Ultra Magnus after he responds with his location* *to Swerve* //He's on his way over.//

Swerve: //I'm not joking. He even drank my floor cleaner and that stuff you were brewing in the broom closet. There is no way I can keep the crew happy till I can restock.//

Ratchet: *grumbling now*

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