sv, Blue Sun Theater, Near the Aquabots' Warehouse and the Plant, A 'Wench' Arrives

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Fanzone: *pings Ratchet's comm. Repeatedly!*

Ratchet: *grumps as he answers*

Arcee: *snuggles close to mate, even as she watches his hand go to his audio*

Fanzone: //Ratchet, dat #@$@#$@# Cragbuster's disturbin' yer neighbours.//

Ratchet: *sighs* //I'll talk to him...//

Fanzone: //Youse do dat. I gotta sick woman needin' ta git ta 'er appointment, so I can't go.//

Ace: *tears attention away from the movie screen at sound of Ratchet's sigh. He's got Sunhalo sitting on top of his head*

Sunhalo: *head turns to keep her focus on the screen as her seat rotates*

Ratchet: *to Ace* It's nothing to be worrying about....

Ace: *little nod, and then turns back to the movie, his arm slipping around Fireflight's shoulders*

Fireflight: *soft murmur to herself, but only hugs Ridgeback and watches the movie*

Ridgeback: *quiet babbles, is utterly focused on the movie*

Fanzone: //Ratchet? Youse still der?//

Ratchet: //Yeah, yeah... I'll see who I can get to watch the kids...//

Fanzone: //...Where are youse?//

Ratchet: //At the Blue Sun Theater. It's the only one nearby that has room for us to watch movies...//

Fanzone: *slight growl* //Is Jazz dere?//

Ratchet: //He's on patrol right now...//

Fanzone: //I'll call him. Youse stay dere wit' Arcee.// *click*

Ratchet: *settles to finish watching the movie with the youngbots and his mate*

Fanzone: *after a couple encounters with Jazz's voicemail, he reluctantly pings Optimus*

Optimus: //Yes, Captain Fanzone?//

Fanzone: //Dat Cragbuster's fightin' wit' somebody over at yer place.//

Optimus: //... It's not Ratchet... He and Arcee took the kids to the Blue Sun Theater... I'll see what's going on.//

Fanzone: //I called Ratchet first. 'N den I tried Jazz.// *grumpy snort*

Optimus: //I'll take care of what's going on at the plant... and I'll see if I can find Jazz...//

Fanzone: //Alright. ...Kathy says ta tell 'Aid 'hi'.//

Optimus: *will relay that to First Aid*

Fanzone: //Ack! Woman, I told 'em already! Gitcher finger outta my ribs!// *phone click*

First Aid: *thinks a moment, and then smiles and looks up* Tell her 'hi' for me?

Optimus: I will. *relays the message as a text message to Kathy's phone, since he knows the Captain's phone isn't capable of receiving text messages*

First Aid: Is she talking to you, Optimus? *wide blue optics look up at him quizzically*

Optimus: No... The call got disconnected, so I sent her a text message.

First Aid: Oh. *distracted by gull landing on the water in front of them and tosses it a scrap of bread*

Optimus: *gently* There's something going on back home... Are you ready for a nap?

First Aid: *looks up again, and scans her systems* I haven't used much energy yet. *concern comes to her faceplates* Something's wrong?

Optimus: Cragbuster's bothering the neighbors...

First Aid: *tries to figure out how that happens. Then tosses the rest of her loaf to the gulls and moves to get to her feet in her slow and careful way*

Optimus: *offering assistance as he does every day*

First Aid: *smiles up at him, and then carefully transforms and waits for him to lead the way*

Optimus: *small smile, then he's transforming and moving to lead the way back to the plant*

First Aid: *follows properly, the instinct of an ambulance with her fire truck still strong despite other files being scrambled and slow*

dust cloud: *rising up from the plant. It's visible for miles*

Optimus: *sirens on!*

First Aid: *ditto!*

mgvBuster: *sitting on his alternate's chest and banging his head soundly against the cracked concrete of the courtyard*

svBuster: *cussing sulphurously*

Optimus: *slowing due to shock*

First Aid: *bumps into him and transforms, grabbing onto him to keep from falling over as she puts a hand to her head*

Optimus: *transforms quickly and moves to catch her, even as he boggles at the spectacle that is two Cragbusters*

svBuster: *cursing his twin to perdition and the pit, invoking tail pipe cooties, and much worse as he struggles to break free. Then manages to get his legs up and hooks the younger Cragbuster around the neck. Sends him flying!*

First Aid: *shriek!*

Optimus: *protective, will shield First Aid*

both Cragbusters: *freeze at the shriek*

mgvBuster: First Aid?

svBuster: Slaggin' pit...

Optimus: *holding First Aid close and murmuring softly*

mgvBuster: *pulls himself out of the pile of old scrap metal he'd landed in and stumbles to his feet* No... You're not my sister...

svBuster: *sitting up and grumbling* No... She's mine.

Optimus: *just a bit oblivious to the two mechs. Is more concerned with comforting his frightened mate*

mgvBuster: *stumbles over* *quietly* I'm sorry. Miss, are you alright? *lifts concerned blue optics up to Optimus'*

Optimus: *quietly* She's recovering from an accident....

mgvBuster: *more concern* What sort of accident?

First Aid: *concentrating on circulation as her processor spins helplessly*

Optimus: *as he gently rubs First Aid's back* She's got a crack in her processor... She... was hit by an SUV while she was en-route to an emergency... One of her human teammates was hurt as well...

mgvBuster: :( *quietly* I'm really sorry.

svBuster: *snorts and staggers inside, pausing only to scoop up a slightly flattened Terrion on his way*

Optimus: *quietly* She is getting better... We're just taking things one day at a time...

mgvBuster: *still quiet, as he winces and puts a hand to his cracked chest panel* I brought some things to trade for supplies. *glances toward the scrap pile* But Ratchet's not here...

Optimus: He took the kids to the Blue Sun Theater to watch a movie... It's the only theater nearby that has room for Cybertronians to sit...

mgvBuster: Oh... *fidgets, wondering what to do now, and feeling ashamed of himself for fighting and frightening his little sister's injured alternate*

Optimus: *considering look* Do you have a list?

mgvBuster: *looks up* I do.

Optimus: Do you need the supplies by any particular time? *has an idea forming in his head*

mgvBuster: Well, within the next seven solar cycles.

Optimus: *quietly* I know where you could trade what you have for supplies....

mgvBuster: I... was hoping Ratchet would have time to do it for me. I can't be away from my duties for too long, even though more of us have cloaks now.

Optimus: You have a PINpoint, right?

mgvBuster: *checks to make sure it isn't broken* I do. *nod*

Optimus: *about to send coordinates when Showtime arrives in a swish and flash* *attention on the blue femme, and then his expression is brightening*

Showtime: *came back to the plant to get a quick can of pasgetti* *blink blinks when she sees Optimus, First Aid and mgvCragbuster* Er....

mgvBuster: *quizzical look at the blue femme*

Optimus: *to mgvCragbuster* This is Showtime Minor. She and her mate are more familiar with the Nexus than Ratchet is....

Showtime: *doorwings up, curious expression is a go* Sir?

mgvBuster: *glances at Optimus, and then back to Showtime* *offers one dented and slightly bent hand* I'm freetrader Cragbuster. I brought some scrap to trade for supplies... Do you think you can help me, Miss?

Showtime: *nods as she shakes mgvCragbuster's hand* What do you need?

mgvBuster: *takes out the battered datapad and calls up the list for her to see. List holds parts and sparklet supplements, and also several cases of flavored energon mud* Mostly the basics. But we really need these supplements and that energon mixture.

Showtime: *studies the list, nod* I'll be right back. *PINpoints to the Nexus*

mgvBuster: Wait...! *glances at the scrap pile with perplexity*

Optimus: *very soft chuckle, continues to rub First Aid's back*

mgvBuster: She didn't bring the trade goods. *looks up at the young Prime*

Optimus: Showtime knows what she's doing... *thoughts going to a little blue scrap of a femmlet*

mgvBuster: *and now the name registers and his brow ridges are shooting upward. Bit too surprised to say anything for a moment here*

Optimus: *quietly* How are the kids in your reality doing?

mgvBuster: *blinks, and then gets a slight smile* Good. They're all doing well. Kriti's taken to hanging onto the ceiling and dropping onto peoples' heads.

Optimus: *soft snerk* She's still protective of Bumblebee?

mgvBuster: And how. *smile grows just a bit* And First Aid's getting to where she can take care of Jazz a bit.

Optimus: *small nod* I'm glad she's feeling better... *yes, he knows about what happened, since he saw the femme in question when she was recovering in the medi lab here*

mgvBuster: *quietly* She's not made for war. Hopefully she'll never have to see it. The Earth base is even more secure now that Starscream's cloaking technology is live.

Optimus: Cloaking technology?

mgvBuster: *explains it, including how the organics that Swindle found in the Nexus had funded it in exchange for a share of the tech* *also names the organics*

Optimus: .... *can't help it, is going to crack up now*

Showtime: *back with a chest*

mgvBuster: *startles slightly from his puzzled look for Optimus. Turns toward Showtime* You didn't take the goods.

Showtime: *seriously* Just pay it forward.

mgvBuster: *blink blink* *lifts brow ridges as his optics brighten slightly*

Showtime: *will nudge the chest with her foot*

mgvBuster: *quietly* Thank you.

Showtime: *small smile that looks a lot like Kriti's*

mgvBuster: *chin firms at that smile, and then he looks at Optimus* Is it alright if I leave the scrap here, sir? We haven't really got a lot of space to keep it.

Optimus: That's alright. We've got sparklets and younglings who would think that it's the most interesting thing in the world... *chuckle*

mgvBuster: *slight grin* Tell them not to eat too much. *picks up the chest, wincing and hissing through his teeth as parts damaged by his fight protest*

Optimus: *concerned* If you're willing to wait, Ratchet should be back soon....

mgvBuster: *shakes his head* Deepdancer needs this stuff. I'll be alright.

Optimus: *small frown, but will nod* Alright...

mgvBuster: *gentle smile for First Aid as she peeks at him, and then vanishes with a swish and a slight flash*

back door of the plant: *falls off with a crash*

Optimus: *flinch*

First Aid: *startles, but then starts laughing softly in a way that she hasn't since the accident*


By the piers


small Cybertronian shuttle: *lands after getting permission from a confused pier official*

WakeJumper: *notices the shuttle while on his patrol route, will hit the water in boat mode to meet it*

shuttle: *sits for a bit, but then the bot sitting at the controls looks up and notices the Autobot symbol on that boat. Gets to his feet and exits the shuttle to walk to the end of the pier and wave* Hello.

WakeJumper: Hey... *moves to transform and bob in the water for a bit* *relaxes when he sees the Autobot symbol on the other mech* So who are you?

bot: Autobot Exploration Unit Trailbreaker. I just got assigned to the Earth team. *friendly sounding guy with an easy going grin*

WakeJumper: ... *blink blink* *knows he's heard the name 'Trailbreaker' before...* Name's WakeJumper... I'm part of the Aquabots team and the main Earth team....

Trailbreaker: I hadn't realized there was more than one team here. *surprised and wondering where he's supposed to report*

WakeJumper: *shrugs* Technically, the Aquabots are a sub-team of the Earth team... We answer to Optimus Prime.

Trailbreaker: *relaxes* That's the guy I've heard about. So who's in the Aquabots?

WakeJumper: Well, besides me, there's Downrush, Deluge, and Calypso.

Trailbreaker: *nods, not recognizing the names* Guess Earth's a good place for specializations like yours, huh?

WakeJumper: Yeah.... *small grin* In more ways than most 'Bots think of... *attention going to a watercraft that's fast approaching... and swerving every now and then* ... *facepalms*

Trailbreaker: *also watches the incoming vessel from where he's hunkered down to talk to WakeJumper* Friend of yours?

WakeJumper: Calypso...

Calypso: *beeline for the pier, will transform once she's close enough to tackleglomp Trailbreaker* Me wench!!! :D

Trailbreaker: *knows that voice, but knows that glomp even better* AHHHHHHHHHHH!

WakeJumper: .... *and now he's cracking up*

Calypso: *snuggles! Is a bit stockier and bigger than she was the last time Trailbreaker saw her*

Trailbreaker: *a little horrified to find that the femme is nearly as big as he is now. Really hopes she doesn't expect him to carry her around on his back like she did when they were in boot camp* Uh... hi, Hoyden.

Calypso: *going to sit and cuddle Trailbreaker. Is just a bit overcharged, but she's purring happily*

WakeJumper: *snickering* Now I remember where I've heard your name before, Trailbreaker....

Trailbreaker: >_>; What's she told you? *sitting where he fell on his aft after being glomped*

WakeJumper: Just that you were someone she liked to run with when she was in boot camp... *grin* Downrush and Deluge probably know more...

Trailbreaker: *looks at the dark brownish and orange femm* So... Calypso, huh?

Calypso: *nod* Aye. *grin*

Trailbreaker: Ah. Um. *slight squirm* I really should report to the Commander and bring this shuttle to base.

WakeJumper: *gonna get up onto the pier now* I can help you with that...

Trailbreaker: *looks up at him, and then tries to get away/get up again* Thanks...

Calypso: *not letting Trailbreaker up*

WakeJumper: *Trying so hard not to snicker, will carefully haul both Trailbreaker and Calypso up, and over to the shuttle*

Trailbreaker: *startled* Whoa...

Calypso: Wake c'n go 'tween land 'n sea. *sagely nod*

WakeJumper: *chuckles and gets everyone situated so he can bring them to the front yard of the plant with his PINpoint*

Ironfist: *glances up from where she'd just pulled up, then lifts a hand in a wave as she recognizes WakeJumper and Calypso*

WakeJumper: *to Ironfist* New arrival... Says his name's Trailbreaker, and considering Caly tackleglomped him, I'm pretty sure his story checks out.

Ironfist: Ah. We've been expecting him. Though... *quizzical look at the shuttle*

Trailbreaker: *squirm* They asked me to deliver that, too.

Ironfist: *brow ridges lift, and she reports this to Optimus*

Optimus: *surprised by that*

Calypso: *nuzzling Trailbreaker and loudly declaring him to be her 'wench'*

WakeJumper: *Trying so hard not to snicker*

Ironfist: //I think you may need to come here to meet Trailbreaker, sir. He's slightly... ah... Calypso seems to be renewing an old acquaintance.//

Optimus: //I'll be right out...//

WakeJumper: *to Trailbreaker, as he moves back a few steps* You'll figure out pretty quick that we've all got our oddities and quirks...

Trailbreaker: *sigh* I'm no stranger to bots. But... some are just stranger than... ack! ... others.

Ironfist: *sympathetic look, and then goes inside to procure fuel for herself and her mate, who has commed to report himself incoming*

WakeJumper: *more chuckle, will show Trailbreaker just why he himself is so 'strange', transforming to his land alt-mode*

Trailbreaker: *shock!* o.0

Calypso: Land 'n sea. *more nod and snuggle*

Trailbreaker: I'd heard there was a new Autobot Triplechanger, but I didn't know you were on Earth.

WakeJumper: *back to root mode as Optimus exits the plant* Yeah... *Will rub the back of his helm now* ^_^;;

Optimus: Trailbreaker?

Trailbreaker: *fruitless attempt to stand and salute* Sir.

Optimus: At ease... *sympathy in his expression as he sees who has Trailbreaker pinned* I'd say I was surprised if I hadn't seen what she's like when she's really overcharged...

Trailbreaker: *sheepish* We were in Boot Camp together.

Calypso: 'N th' terror o' th' fleet! *grin*

Optimus: *clearly wants to facepalm*

Trailbreaker: B\ ...I brought along some equipment that Autobot Command wanted you to have.

Optimus: *blink blink* What type of equipment?

Trailbreaker: *nods to the small two bot shuttle* This. I'm not sure about the rest, it's all in a chest in the cargo hold.

Optimus: *small nod to WakeJumper, who carefully pries Calypso off of Trailbreaker*

WakeJumper: *will go get the chest once he's got Calypso seated on the ground*

Calypso: *pouting as Trailbreaker scrambles to his feet and gets out of her reach* Aww....

Trailbreaker: *stops next to Optimus* Though I hear you already have three ships and a wing of bots with flying alt modes.

Optimus: *seriously* That doesn't mean we don't appreciate any extra assistance.

Trailbreaker: Yes, sir. *slight grin*

Optimus: *as WakeJumper emerges with the chest* There's a lot of things that happen here that defy logic....

Trailbreaker: ...Sir?

Showtime: *PINpointing back in, since Blurr ganked her can of pasgetti*

Trailbreaker: *just nearly jumped right out of his armor at that sudden appearance*

Showtime: *doorwings twitching with irritation as she walks into the plant, paying Trailbreaker no mind*

Optimus: For starters....

Trailbreaker: *stopping to think* *looks at WakeJumper* Is that how we got here from the piers?

WakeJumper: *balancing the chest on his shoulder* Yup.

Trailbreaker: Huh. So the shuttle really is kind of redundant.

WakeJumper: Not necessarily... It'd be easier to keep track of Air Raid when he gets it into his head to take off with Optimus still holding onto his leash....

Optimus: *okay, there's the facepalm*

Trailbreaker: Wait... what?

Optimus: Air Raid's still young... He doesn't think things through before putting action to thought....

big black jet: *hovers and lands, then waits for the red mech on its back to jump down*

Sideswipe: *cackling and grinning like a loon* That... was AWESOME!

Nightwish: *transforms and eyes the new shuttle and the black stranger, her crimson optics watchful and wary*

Optimus: *to Nightwish* This is Trailbreaker. He's supposed to be here.

Nightwish: *loses interest in Trailbreaker at that. Glances at mate and then strides inside*

Trailbreaker: *awe* Whoa... she is big.

Sideswipe: Yup. And she's my mate. *grins and moves to follow after the femme*

WakeJumper: *chuckles* There's another oddball... Nightwish has the patience of a saint, putting up with that lunatic... *will head inside with the chest*

Trailbreaker: I read the report on her that they have at Cybertron Command. *looks at Optimus* They just didn't mention exactly how big she is. Or how pretty.

Optimus: Well, like Sideswipe said, she's his mate.... *will stop Sideswipe before he gets inside, and instruct the frontliner to show Trailbreaker his quarters* *watches the two mechs go inside, and then kneels to check inside the equipment chest, ignoring the stink eye Calypso is sending his way*

Calypso: *snorts and moves to head back to the warehouse, grumping about having to walk as she goes*

((co-written with random_xtras))