dens_tf_den | Nexus, bv, hsv, Outside the Black Dog, Autobot HQ, Autobot Base, Repairs

hsvWakeJumper: *sitting on the porch of the Black Dog, just enjoying listening to the conversations around him, doesn't seem to have a care in the world at the moment*

porch floor: *creaks slightly as someone large stops near him*

hsvWJ: *glances up curiously*

bvOptimus: *scuffed, dented, burned, tired, and bewildered as he gazes down at him* *quietly* You're a medic.

hsvWJ: *blink* Er... Yes... *confused, gets up* Do you need help?

bvOptimus: *gruffly* Not me. But my friend does. *thinks he's dreaming, but tries to get help anyway in the irrational way of dreams*

hsvWJ: *serious in an instant* Lead the way then.

bvOptimus: *looks around, frowning, but then squares his shoulders and heads back the way he came*

hsvWJ: *Following*

bvOptimus: *relieved sound as he sees the tunnel he'd been walking down through the arch that normally leads to a Nexus back alley* This way. *through he goes*

hsvWJ: *keeping up with bvOptimus, concerned, and keeping his scanners on full alert, lest something unpleasant try to attack*

bvOptimus: If one of the humans asks where you came from say you landed in the ocean and made your way here. *doesn't look at the orange mech as he strides down the tunnel*

hsvWJ: ... *SNERK*

bvOptimus: *quizzical look at the medic, but doesn't pause his stride*

hsvWJ: Sorry... Just the fact that you're basically asking me to tell the humans that I arrived in the same way I did back home is amusing to me...

bvOptimus: *relaxes just a minuscule fraction* Then you won't be lying.

hsvWJ: *headshake* Nope. I'm just a bit bigger now than I was when I landed... *chuckles*

bvOptimus: *nods and faces forward again, though not before WJ will have seen his optics darken* What's your designation?

hsvWJ: Autobot WakeJumper. Function: Assistant Medic.

bvOptimus: *worriedly* Assistant?

hsvWJ: Only because having more than one Chief Medical Officer'd be a bit confusing... I was trained by Ratchet.

bvOptimus: *quietly, his voice rough* Then you'll know what you're doing. *steps out then into a large and echoing chamber, lit only by a few bare light bulbs on strings near the ceiling. Nearby a female Sunstreaker, and a silver female Sideswipe are laying on either side of a severely dented and welded Red Alert*

hsvWJ: *frowns, scans the three bots*

bvOptimus: *had continued further inside, but now stops and turns back* *impatiently* Don't mind them. He's over here.

hsvWJ: *frowns, reluctantly follows*

bvOptimus: *right across the room, past a set of little mechs who are identical and who are sitting glumly next to another small bot with motorcycle kibble and a taller bot who is a tow truck*

bots: *hungry, tired, but unharmed*

hsvWJ: *small frown, continues to follow bvOptimus*

bvBumblebee: *hurrying toward Optimus, her arms going out as she whistles softly*

bvOptimus: *scoops her up and hugs her, then looks over toward that far corner, his expression saying he's afraid to scan* How is he?

bvBumblebee: *plays a song about still holding on*

bvOptimus: *sigh of relief and scans, then sets her down and continues on his way*

hsvWJ: *nods to bvBumblebee, wondering for a moment who bvOptimus is talking about, continues to follow*

bvBumblebee: *walking along too, her optics full of calm concern as she looks at her Prime instead of the usual Bumblebee uncertainty that comes of being the smallest and youngest of her team*

bvOptimus: *goes to one knee next to a form that's partially covered by a tarp. There's a big black mech who almost looks like Ironhide kneeling next to him, and a smallish Chromia. But the mech's not Ironhide, because Ironhide... or what's left of him, is laying under the tarp*

hsvWJ: *scans, fearing the worst*

bvIronhide: *missing limbs and a good chunk of his lower torso, most of his systems are non functional, and his spark is sputtering weakly. Shows clear signs of having been blown and beaten to slag before being exposed to fervent heat. Thankfully, he's in stasis lock and so shouldn't be aware of the pain.*

bvChromia: *shaking slightly as Starforge gently lifts her out of the way of the medic at Optimus' request*

hsvWJ: *clicks quietly, concern clear on his face, even as he takes stock of what's available for repairs*

bvOptimus: *quietly* We have some human made automobile parts. And some wire. But no one here knows what to do for damage this severe.

bvChromia: *groans slightly and curls up*

bvStarforge: *clicks to her, frowning*

hsvWJ: *Small nod, already dampening pain signals in the areas of his own chassis that contain redundant systems* *has a bad hunch that there is no Ratchet in this reality* I'll do what I can...

bvMudflap: *has crept up, and now mutters sadly in Cybertronian about how they already used up the other guys' parts.*

hsvWJ: *nods to bvOptimus, begins removing the redundant parts and systems that he'll need from his own chassis* *to Mudflap, accent coloring his words slightly* [Chin up. I'm not about to let a lack of parts stop me from doing everything I can for him.]

bvMudflap: *just gives him a haunted look and scuttles away*

hsvWJ: *works on repairing bvIronhide*

bvOptimus: *quietly, as he holds Bumblebee in his arms* Is there hope?

hsvWJ: *continues to work* As long as he's still alive, there is hope.

bvOptimus: *nods and turns his head to look at his old friend's face, his optics dark with weariness and loss*

bvBumblebee: *snuggles and clicks to him, then softly starts playing an old country love song*

bvOptimus: *holds her closer without looking away from Ironhide*

hsvWJ: *very slight hesitation as he realizes that he might not have quite enough redundant systems to work with inside his own chassis. Calls the First Aid from his home reality in the hopes that he can avoid having to ask Ratchet for help, even as he moves to carefully detach several non-redundant parts from within his frame*

hsvFirst Aid: //I'm sorry, WakeJumper, but I have to catch Jetfire and put his arm back on before I can do anything else.// *click*

hsvWJ: ... *mutters about bad timing, reluctantly calls hsvRatchet, even as he holds a line closed*

bvOptimus: *sharp look toward the orange medic*

bvStarforge: What's wrong?

hsvWJ: I was gonna ask a friend of mine to bring some more parts, but he's trying to get one of the more stubborn patients to come back to base for repairs. *Slight shrug, even as he argues over comms with his CO and explains the situation, as well as providing coordinates* Another friend of mine's wanting to know if it's alright for him to come and assist.

bvOptimus: ...Who is it?

hsvWJ: *quietly* The Ratchet from my home reality...

bvOptimus: *as Bumblebee and Starforge frown with confusion* Your home reality?

hsvWJ: *nod, will try to ignore the overheating warning for now*

bvOptimus: .... *still convinced he's dreaming* If anyone can help Ironhide, it's Ratchet.

bvBumblebee: *looks up at her mate, but nods. She's still confused as heck*

bvOptimus: But we can't let the humans know.

hsvWJ: *small nod, slight wince* I'll let him know that he needs to disguise himself... *forwarding the information to the older medic*

bvOptimus: ...You're overheating.

hsvWJ: *Small nod* Got... a bit carried away... trying to get Ironhide the parts he needs... *cooling fans are kicking on now*

*and nearby, there's a PINflash that brings a scruffy-looking mech roughly the same size as hsvWakeJumper*

bvBumblebee: *playing a gameshow buzzer at WJ*

scruffy-looking mech: *the timber and pitch of the voice might be a bit unfamiliar, but the intonation and vocabulary certainly sound like a certain medic* WakeJumper said there was an emergancy...

bvOptimus: Yes. *moving out of the way, Bumblebee still held in his arms* He's here. *stands and looks at the other mech* Do what you can.

hsvRatchet: *nods, sets to work, pausing only when he discovers just how overboard hsvWakeJumper went in making sure bvIronhide had the parts he needs. Deep breath, reminds himself that there will be time to deal with that very minor crisis later, focuses entirely on repairing the mech that needs the most work done*

hsvWJ: *running his cooling fans on high, and shutting down systems that aren't essential, to lessen the strain he's putting on the essential systems he's still got in his frame*

bvIronhide: *spark abruptly starts guttering*

bvChromia: *small sound of pain*

bvOptimus: *starting toward Chromia, but then making himself stop*

hsvRatchet: *Strong words, focuses on getting bvIronhide's spark stabilized*

bvChromia: *twists and fights for wakefulness, her hand going to her chest*

bvStarforge: Chromia? *scared*

hsvWJ: *attention going to bvChromia, scans her*

bvOptimus: *below human hearing* She's carrying.

hsvRatchet: *heard that, but can't let his attention wander currently*

hsvWJ: *just as quietly, and a bit urgently* The sparks are separating. The newspark's not big enough to be on its own yet.

bvBumblebee: *soft keen*

bvOptimus: Is there anything you can do?

hsvWJ: I can try to halt the separation, but I'm not sure that'll work... *quick glance around* If that doesn't work, there's the option of putting the newspark in a protoform... It'll be very weak for a time though...

bvOptimus: [Ratchet had the protoform with him when he went to escort the shuttle.]

hsvWJ: *cringes and bites back a curse* [Is there anything that could be used to make a protoform here?]

bvOptimus: *voice cracking with despair* [Everything we have is being used.]

bvChromia: *hiding her face against her son's chest, her fists clenched in helpless fury*

hsvWJ: *cycling air* ... [I'll be right back.] *PINpoints home*

First Aid: *startles and loses hold of Jetfire* Ack!

Jetfire: *startled cuss as he nearly takes a topple*

hsvWJ: *hurrying to grab a sparklet protoform and some of the portable life support equipment*

First Aid: *trying to secure his patient so he can ask questions*

hsvWJ: *Gone before First Aid can ask any questions of him, as are several spare parts*

bvIronhide: *groaning and struggling to speak when he returns*

hsvRatchet: Don't try to speak yet. *nods to hsvWJ when the younger mech puts the spare parts within easy reach*

bvIronhide: [Ratchet....] *shudder*

hsvWJ: *knows he's working on borrowed time, as his temperature gauges are reminding him* *clicks soothingly to bvChromia*

hsvRatchet: [Easy, Ironhide... You'll be alright.] *Applying a pain override before continuing repairs. Once he's got the frontliner patched up to his satisfaction, he'll move to assist hsvWJ, but until then, he's focusing on the mech he's currently working on*

bvIronhide: [Let... us... go. It's... over.]

bvChromia: *gasping*

bvStarforge: *looks to WJ to tell him what to do*

bvOptimus: *over in the shadows of the corner on his knees*

hsvWJ: *gives bvStarforge a pain override for Chromia* Help me get to the newspark... *yes, he's starting to show the strain of overheating, but darnit, he's not going to give up without a fight. That said, he's getting the sparklet protoform up and running*

bvStarforge: *quietly* These things don't work fer spark pain.

hsvWJ: I know... Just don't wanna cause more pain.... gotta get to the newspark....

bvStarforge: *nods and applies it, then looks up with dismay* The humans got listnin' things in here.

hsvWJ: [They can slag off.] *working as quickly and carefully as he can to get to the newspark so he can transfer it to its own shell before his systems shut down to keep from melting down due to overheating*

hsvRatchet: *quietly, as he continues to work* [WakeJumper is doing his best to ensure that your creation survives.]

bvIronhide: *shudders and then manages to barely shake his head*

bvStarforge: *turning his femme creator so that WJ can reach her spark compartment*

bvChromia: *circulating air deeply and erratically as her spark fluctuates in time with Ironhide's*

hsvWJ: *clicks gently, scanning and praying that the newspark didn't move behind bvChromia's spark*

newspark: *putting up a heck of a fight to stay attached, but the little light is barely gleaming, and that last fluctuation just kicked it free*

bvIronhide: *muttering* [Song.... Let her be free. Never... know... pain.... Free. Let us go....]

hsvWJ: *quickly covering his hands with a forcefield before gently lifting the newspark and carefully transferring it to the waiting protoform*

bvChromia: *spark vanishes*

bvStarforge: $#@@## no! *hand in chamber and he does... something.*

bvChromia: *spark back*

bvIronhide: *unconscious now*

hsvRatchet: *Startled curse, scans bvIronhide and bvChromia*

hsvWJ: *gently closing the sparklet's spark chamber and chestplating, praying quietly*

bvIronhide and Chromia: *still flickering weakly, in danger of going out. But they're here for now*

bvStarforge: *watching his femme creator and his baby sister*

Epps: *shouts as he comes barrelling in, then yelps as Longarm catches him*

hsvRatchet: *moving to hook bvIronhide to spark support, will do the same for bvChromia*

hsvWJ: *Clicking quietly to the new femme, ignoring the warning sounds his systems are making as he moves to pick the little one up and give her to bvStarforge*

bvStarforge: *has set Chromia down, is holding out his arms for the newcomer. His big hands are shaking slightly*

Epps: *cussing and nearly crying in his concern. Wants to be put down so he can find out what's happening over there!*

hsvRatchet: *scans the new femme as hsvWJ gently puts her in her brother's arms* *Quietly* She'll need spark support for a little while...

hsvWJ: *small nod, begins to search his storage compartments for another spark support unit, is unable to locate one, due to shutting down*

bvStarforge: *startled sound as he catches the orange medic with one hand*

Major Lennox: *just ran up, his eyes wide with dismay* Galloway just quit. We were in a meeting to hear his resignation speech... who the #$@#$#@ are you? *looking up at Ratchet*

hsvRatchet: *gruffly as he locates the spark support unit hsvWakeJumper was looking for* Doc.

Lennox: *pauses, blinking. Then he watches the unknown mech work* *quietly, sounding just a little spooked* Ratchet?

hsvRatchet: *headshake* Doc. *That's his story, and he's sticking to it.... even if he's seriously wanting to pinch the bridge of his nose and mutter about idiot mechs pulling risky stunts*

Lennox: *quiet nod, and then starts and looks over as bvIronhide's shell fails*

hsvRatchet: *attention going to bvIronhide, quick scan*

bvIronhide: *spark still burning weakly, due to the spark support unit. All other systems have shut down*

hsvRatchet: *cycling air as he works to get the new femme hooked up to a spark support unit. It's a mark of how well he was trained that his hands are still steady*

Petr Andronov: *walking over quickly. Deep deep voice* Is there anything that I can do?

Lennox: Petr, get Kami. I think Doc's going to need some help. *raises voice and turns* Epps, shut the #@$@# up!

hsvRatchet: *prayinq quietly for the new femme's creators and for the new femme* *attention going to bvIronhide again*

Petr: *nods and spins on his heel to jog back quickly, speaking into his radio as he goes*

Kaminari Ishihara: *running lightly across the cavern a few moments later, tool kit in hand and parts ganked from several computers in the other* Petr's gone to salvage parts from the jeeps. What can I do?

hsvRatchet: *points to hsvWJ* Fix him... Is a medic as well. *focusing on trying to get the rest of bvIronhide's systems back up and running*

Kami: Alright. *climbing up onto the orange mech and going right for his spark to check that first*

bvIronhide: *those systems don't seem to intend to come back on any time soon*

hsvWJ: *Spark is fine. He's just in stasis lock due to not having a few key parts... namely a coolant pump and tank*

Kami: *telling Petr what to bring*

hsvRatchet: *getting a few system support units out of subspace, checks them over since it's been quite awhile since he had to use them, even though he knows they're in good condition. Once he's finished checking the units over, he's working on hooking them to bvIronhide and getting them syncronized to the parameters that hsvIronhide would have his own systems to run at*

Lennox: *watching all this in silence, though his fists are clenched. Will not bug the medic while he's working*

Petr: *runs in with parts and climbs up to help Kami install them*

hsvRatchet: *Scans bvIronhide once he's got the mech hooked up to systems support*

bvIronhide: *nothing running on its own. No activity in his processor. Only the weak flickering of his spark in its compartment*

hsvRatchet: *cycles air, pinches the bridge of his nose*

Lennox: *looks up, his expression sharp and full of inquiry*

hsvRatchet: *sighs, voice dull as he explains what bvIronhide's condition is*

Lennox: *quietly* So he's even worse off than Optimus was after Megatron and Starscream jumped him.

hsvRatchet: *grim nod, wants to punch the ground, but knows that won't do any good* *optics downcast as he moves to assist in repairing hsvWakeJumper*

Kami and Petr: *have the parts nearly in. Kami is sweeping some sand out of the way and commenting that it's not beach sand*

hsvRatchet: *quietly, to bvOptimus* [We've got better facilities in the reality WakeJumper and I call home....]

bvOptimus: *looks up sharply* Have you?

Lennox: *picked up some of that, but not enough to make sense* *frowns and watches the two Autobots*

Kami: *also looks up, her dark eyes flicking from the face of one mech to the other*

Petr: *talking to the little bug he found in WJ's internals*

hsvRatchet: *small nod* [full medbay... and more than just myself and WakeJumper who are qualified medics...]

bvOptimus: *knows he has to be dreaming now* *nod* Do you need help transporting them?

hsvRatchet: *nod* [The less they're jostled, the better...] *gives hsvWJ a look as the younger mech groans softly*

Lennox: *watching still* Optimus? What's going on?

bvOptimus: I... cannot tell you at this time, Will. You will have to trust us.

Lennox: *frowning, then nods*

bvOptimus: Thank you, friend.

hsvRatchet: [Bring everyone who is going close enough that they can be touched.] *has put one hand on bvIronhide, and the other on bvChromia*

hsvWJ: *trying to sit up now*

bvOptimus: *gently moves to take the sparklet from Starforge, who protests softly before handing the little one over. Brings her over and lays her on her mech creator's chest* [I can't spare anyone else. If the Decepticons attack we need all our able hands.]

bvBumblebee: *picks up the sedation tab that Starforge dropped and slips it into a storage compartment*

hsvRatchet: *small nod, glances to bvChromia as hsvWakeJumper manages to put a hand on her, stretches a foot out and touches the younger mech's foot*

bvOptimus: *asking Lennox, Kami, and Petr to stand clear of the mechs, and then hovering over them protectively once they've done so*

Lennox: *so used to being loomed over by massive robots that he doesn't even look up at Optimus. Instead he's watching the two strangers with a puzzled frown*

Kami: *watching as well*

Petr: *has bug*

hsvRatchet: *databursts bvOptimus his comm frequency* [This is how I can be reached.]

bvOptimus: *nods and then blinks and slowly sinks to one knee* Bumblebee?

bvBumblebee: *plays a lullaby, her hands on her hips as she tries hard not to look at Ironhide and his family*

hsvRatchet: *brings the group back in a PINflash*

First Aid: *loses hold of Jetfire again* Oh!

Jetfire: *Cuss!*

Waltz: 0_0 *hurrying over to offer help to Ratchet*

Ratchet: Help me get these three stabilized... *indicates bvIronhide and his family* And someone get WakeJumper on the table so I can replace his coolant pump and tank....

Waltz: *picks up the sparklet. The others are too big for her*

First Aid: *lets Jetfire go as he hurries to get Ironhide on a table and hooked up to the right things*

Waltz: *gasps* Ratchet, she's looking at me.

Ratchet: *as he gets bvChromia set on the table next to bvIronhide, he chuckles a bit, sadness in his optics* She's a fighter....

WJ: *making his way to the empty table*

Jetfire: *Taking the opportunity given and leaving the medbay*

Waltz: *scans the little one with the fancy new scanner* Ohhh. It's Nova!

Nova: *just looks at her*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge as he makes sure bvChromia has a tarp covering her*

First Aid: A little femme we met in the Nexus during the last supply run you sent us on. She was there with her twin brother Starforge, and her friends Oriana 2 and Chase, and her tutor, Blazer. *continues working on Ironhide even as he speaks*

Waltz: *nods* The little soldier.

First Aid: She and her brother and friends had a lot of fun with Waltz scanning them.

Ratchet: *small nod, glances over to the door as Inferno enters the medbay with a very not-amused Eclipse in his arms*

Waltz: *frowns with concern* She's shaking, but the machines are feeding her spark and running her systems....

Ratchet: *Quietly* She separated from her mother's spark too soon...

Waltz: *turns and looks at bvChromia and the readings from her monitors, then frowns deeply when she sees that the femme's spark is too weak for the newspark to be able to hear it through her armor*

WJ: *quietly explaining what he found when he first started working on bvIronhide, and what he learned from the Optimus of that reality*

Ratchet: *pings the local Ironhide and Chromia with a request that they report to the medbay as soon as they possibly can*

Waltz: *hugging the little sparklet closely as she listens to WakeJumper* *wibbles as tears run down her faceplates*

Ironhide: *stomps in quietly a moment later, Carina and Orion Pax on his head* What do you want, Ratchet? I'm busy.

Orion: *Clicks quietly when he sees Waltz*

Ratchet: *About to answer when Chromia shows up* *nods to Chromia* WakeJumper and I were called away to assist with repairs in another reality...

Ironhide: *pauses and frowns deeply at Waltz* What're they doing over there now? *presuming it's their sister reality*

WJ: They don't have the facilities in the reality we were in...

Ratchet: And apparently, in that reality, I'm not there. *instructs Inferno to set Eclipse down in WakeJumper's usual chair for now*

Ironhide: *pauses* You're not talking about the usual guys, are you? *and then he sees his alt and blinks*

Ratchet: *Headshake*

Carina: *Clicking and pointing at the little femme in Waltz's arms*

Ironhide: *gruff quietness as he walks over to look at the other Ironhide* What happened?

First Aid: *still working on the battered shell*

Chromia: *attention going from Ratchet to Waltz, and then she's sharing her surprise*

WJ: *explains over comms, since he doesn't want to scare Waltz*

Orion: *Clicking up a storm, as is Carina*

Waltz: *perking and offering the still sparklet to Chromia* She needs to be near her mom's spark, but it's too weak.

Nova: *just looking, her optics tired but alert*

Chromia: *gently cradles Nova in her arms* Ah'm guessin' 'er ma is an alternate 'a me?

Waltz: *points to the tarp-covered form of the femme as she nods*

Chromia: *glances at the tarp-covered form, concern clear in her optics*

Waltz: *quietly* Nova got separated too early, because of how badly hurt that Ironhide is.

Chromia: *cradling Nova carefully, gives her mate a concerned look*

Ironhide: *walking over to look at the sparklet, his optics darkening with concern and dismay as he shares with his mate what Ratchet told him*

Nova: *optics close as she finally hears the familiar song of her mother's spark again*

Carina: *clicks, leans a bit to try and gently patpat Nova's head*

Ironhide: *lifts his daughter down so that she can reach the other little femme, puts up his other hand to offer Orion the same thing* *gruffly* She's just here through sheer orneriness.

Orion: *Clicks and hangs onto Ironhide's hand*

Ratchet: *nods* She's a stubborn one... *there's a slight chuckle in his voice if Ironhide is listening for it*

Ironhide: *tucks Orion into the crook of his arm with Carina, and then gently touches Nova's tiny head* Can you fit her into that storage compartment by your spark?

Chromia: *nod* She's not much bigger than Carina... and Carina fits in there easily...

Carina: *Clicks her agreement to Mama's words. Is a nice hidey-hole!*

Ironhide: Maybe it'd be best to put her there. *looking around for towels or something soft*

Chromia: *getting the cover to the compartment open, revealing the towels she tucked in there to make a soft nest for a sparklet to curl up in. Then she's gently tucking Nova into the compartment after wrapping the little femme in one of the towels*

Ironhide: *sees the nest and stops looking, instead coming close and putting his free arm around his mate's shoulders*

Carina: *reaching up to pat at Daddy's chest, does Daddy have a hidey-hole like Mama?*

Ironhide: *looks at her, and then pops open the compartment* You've been in there before, Cari.

Carina: *Clicks, will now try to climb up to the compartment*

Ironhide: *tucks her in, and then looks at Orion*

Orion: *content just to be held in the crook of Ironhide's arm. It's warm here, and he's happy*

Ironhide: *gruff smile for the little mech as he closes the cover on the compartment Carina's in* *Then he looks back to Ratchet* Do you need us for anything else?

Ratchet: *small smile* Not currently... If anything comes up, I'll let you know.

Chromia: *leans against Ironhide after she's shut the compartment that Nova is currently occupying*

Ironhide: *nods to Ratchet, and then moves to lead his family out of the medbay*

First Aid: *quietly* Waltz, will you go spend some time with your mom? I think she'd like the company.

Waltz: *sudden frightened face*

WJ: *moving to sit up, even as Ratchet moves to make him lay back down*

Waltz: *turns and scoots out*

First Aid: Ratchet, will you please bring me the spark support unit?

Ratchet: *nods and goes to retrieve the unit*

First Aid: WakeJumper, can you monitor Chromia from there?

WJ: Yeah.

First Aid: Please watch her carefully. *opening bvIronhide's chest*

WJ: *keeping all his sensors focused on bvChromia as Ratchet returns with the spark support unit*

First Aid: *quietly* Maximum support.

Ratchet: *nods and gets the unit running at maximum*

First Aid: Hold it as close as you can? I don't want to stress him any more than we absolutely have to. *poised and ready to transfer*

Ratchet: *holds the unit right next to the black-colored mech's head*

First Aid: *makes the transfer as quickly as possible, then lets air out of his intakes with relief when he sees the continued faint glimmer in the spark pot* Thank the Greatest Creator.

Ratchet: *Scans bvChromia, even with the knowledge that WakeJumper is also keeping his attention on the femme*

bvChromia: *in deep stasis lock, but her systems are still functioning at a steady, though very muted, rate*

Ratchet: *Small nod, shares this with First Aid, before going to get a replacement pump and coolant tank for WakeJumper*

First Aid: *sets the spark pot near Chromia, and then goes to look inside WakeJumper* ...Isn't that the part Fig's been looking for for his old jeep?

Ratchet: *as he returns* It was what the humans and Autobots of the other reality had on hand... *gives WakeJumper a Look*

WakeJumper: *laying still, gives Ratchet and First Aid a sheepish grin*

First Aid: *quietly* Well, at least Fig will be happy. *pokes WJ in a spot that scorched slightly from his overheating*

WJ: *Slight squirm*

First Aid: *apologize softly, and then quickly and efficiently exchanges the parts* There you are, WakeJumper. You're off for the rest of the day. *knows he's going to get a Ratchet Look for assuming command*

Ratchet: *yeah, but it's one of fondness and amusement*

WJ: *nods as Eclipse gets up out of the chair she's in and comes over. Then he's sitting up and being gently fussed over by his mate*

First Aid: *looks at his CO* You're off too, sir. You need it.

Ratchet: *aaand there's the Look First Aid was probably expecting*

First Aid: *just looks steadily back* *softly* Spending time with Clarion will help you better than worrying around here and throwing things as you try to locate all the parts for a new protoform and processor.

Ratchet: *Defeated by logic, sighs and nods, before going to find Clarion*

First Aid: *watches him go, and then starts making calls and gathering parts*

((Co-written with

random_xtras))