JV and the Nexus. The Pit and The Black Dog. New Arrivals

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Dusty: *sitting in the infirmary watching something on Cat's computer monitor* Sweet mercy, Tunnel Rat jes' started runnin' in circles, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *inadvertently bonks his head on the underside of the table he was looking under in his search for Cat to make sure the woman rests*

Dusty: 'N now Gung-Ho jes' socked Heavy Duty. *shakes his head, his expression showing his chagrin* *then speaks into his radio* Dialtone, don't you think you done had enough fun?

Ratchet: *checking over comms with Showtime to see if the sniper has seen Cat anywhere* *looks very worried since he knows Cat's still got a cold*

Showtime: //I'll keep an eye out for her, Ratchet... Huh? What're you pointing at, Kriti?//

Kriti: *happy squeal, babbles. Sees Aunty Cat, yes!*

Dusty: *winces* There went Duke. Scarlet's gotta mean left hook.

Ratchet: ... *sighs and goes to get ice packs ready*

First Aid: *from where she's overseeing the training drills* -What's wrong, Ratchet?-

Ratchet: -Cat's somewhere on base, and Dialtone did something that's upping the irritation levels...-

First Aid: *worry comes over the bond* -What did he do?-

Ratchet: -I'm not sure, to be honest...-

Showtime: *cracking up* //Cat just rickrolled Dialtone!//

Flint: *over the PA system* //Would whoever has hooked the rec room big screen to an unending loop of Nyancat please knock it off? No charges'll be pressed, and we'll all just pretend it didn't... What?//

Dusty: Whoa...

feed: *changes from tortured JOEs lashing out in frustration at an annoying subject on their entertainment screen to Destro and Serpentor staring with blank surprise as all the screens on their console are suddenly full of happy, rainbow farting, poptart cats*

Showtime: *snickerfit* //Using the rest of the team as a test run.... Dialtone, that was evil.... Brilliant, but evil. And yes, you deserved to get rickrolled for that.//

Kriti: *yappin' away to Aunty Cat*

Flint: //How are we getting this feed?//

Dialtone: *sheepish* //I Pod found the Cobra base and snuck in three weeks ago. He's been plugged into their systems and rerouting stuff till he could get past their security. He broke through today.//

Ratchet: //...//

Showtime: //... I Pod won The Game.// *and clearly, Showtime has been spending way too much time around the greenshirts*

rec room feed: *shows JOEs who were on the verge of homicide now laughing till they hurt themselves as they watch Serpentor and Destro's attempts to stop the evil Nyancat invasion*

Showtime: //C'mon, Cat. Even I can see you're listing...//


Communications center


Snake Eyes: *drops from the ceiling and lands lightly next to Cat Scan*

Cat Scan: *startles*

Kriti: *squee! Hi, person!*

Showtime: Ack! *steps back a couple steps*

Snake Eyes: *gentle hand on Cat Scan's shoulder as he twinkles the fingers of the other hand at Kriti*

Cat Scan: *surprised by this... but Showtime's right. She's definitely listing slightly... and looking a bit feverish again...*

Kriti: *excited babbling, is one happy babby*

Snake Eyes: *nods to Kriti, then turns toward Cat Scan and uses the fingers he was twinkling at Kriti to gently push damp curls away from the tall redhead's forehead. Rests the back of his hand against her cheek and shakes his head at her slightly*

Cat Scan: *quietly and a bit stubbornly* 'M fine....

Showtime: *wondering to himself if he should step in and offer to take Cat to the infirmary*

Snake Eyes: *shakes his head again, the movement short, sharp, and decisive*

Cat Scan: *getting just a hint of the stubborn set to her jaw that she usually does*

Snake Eyes: *just looking at her through that all concealing mask. And then his fingers very gently brush her cheek*

Cat Scan: *cheeks a bit red now... Which could be due to her fever, or could be her blushing...*

Snake Eyes: *continues to look at her, and even though his gaze is covered by his visor there is no mistaking the fact that he's looking her right in the eye*

Cat Scan: *more blush, bites her lower lip a bit. She's imagined scenarios similar to this in the past, and what she'd say... but now, she can't seem to think...*

Snake Eyes: *slight head tilt, and then gives it a slight jerk toward the door without taking his eyes from hers*

Cat Scan: *very slight quirk of a grin before she sighs* Alright....

Snake Eyes: *sets his forehead to hers for a moment in the Cybertronian gesture of affection, and then scoops her up and hauls her easily toward the Infirmary*

Kriti: *waves bye-bye to Aunty and Snake Eyes while Showtime boggles slightly*


Infirmary


Lifeline: *tired, cranky, and fussy as she sits outside the clear forcefield that covers Cobra Commander's door*

Cobra Commander: *sitting in his chair and looking sideways at the infant as tall as and bulkier than himself as he pretends to watch 'Desperate Housewives'*

Ratchet: *distracted from watching his daughter by the opening of the main door. Surprised sound as he realizes that Snake Eyes is carrying Cat Scan into the infirmary*

Snake Eyes: *brings the junior medic over to her superior, sets her on her feet, and then pulls off the rainbow ribbons that were stuck to the back of her pants*

Cat Scan: Ack! Heeey....

Snake Eyes: *offers her the paper ribbons*

Cat Scan: ... *as she accepts the paper ribbons* Okay, someone's obviously being a smart-aleck... *didn't put those there*

Snake Eyes: *folds his arms across his chest and tilts his head very slightly as though asking if she really doesn't know who did it*

Cat Scan: If I knew who did it, I'd have rickrolled them too.

Ratchet: ... *just a bit glad that Cat's not feeling well enough to do her usual retaliations*

Snake Eyes: *shakes his head, and then shows a small size with his hand*

Cat Scan: ... *raised brow*

Ratchet: *slow head shake* The drones.

Cat Scan: ... Seriously?

Dusty: *leaning his elbows on Cat Scan's desk as he sits in her chair* And they Nyanned ya, Cat.

Snake Eyes: *nod*

Cat Scan: ... *facepalm*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, before he's moving to gently lift Cat and put her in her nest on the first examining table*

Dusty: *shakes his head* Nyan Cat. Sheesh. *then looks at the computer monitor and cracks up*

Cat Scan: *soft sigh, curls up around her poofy spider. Didn't want to admit that she was starting to feel worse, but oh well... Is soon conked out and sleeping peacefully*

Ratchet: I want to know where Dialtone got the idea to use that in the first place...

Snake Eyes: *shrugs. Then turns head and looks toward Lifeline*

Dusty: No tellin', Ratchet. *trying to hold in his laughter as he watches the Serpentor and Destro show. Looks like he's going to explode with how red his face is getting*

Ratchet: *goes to check on Lifeline, shaking his head and trying not to chuckle*

Cobra Commander: *turns his head to look up at the large robot as he sees him stop in front of the door to his room. Says nothing, as he often does of late. Instead he just quietly and warily watches through his mask*

Ratchet: *soft clicks for Lifeline, will offer her a washcloth with blue paint*

Lifeline: *looks at the washcloth, then squees softly and bounces on her little rubber buttpad as she demands to be picked up*

Fidelia: *softly, from where she's standing behind Cobra Commander's chair* Awww, poor little thing.

Ratchet: *chuckles and scoops the baby up, will click to Lifeline affectionately* Silly kid....

Lifeline: *washcloth in mouth, and then head against Papa's chest, thus sharing the love*

Ratchet: *will bring Lifeline to the main part of the infirmary since he can keep an eye on Cobra Commander and Fidelia just fine from there... and he wants to make sure Cat actually rests for once, instead of trying to be up and about while she's still recovering*

Snake Eyes: *sitting by the nest of pillows and blankets that encloses the junior medic, utterly motionless as he seems to study his crossed legs*

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle, will go and sit in his chair, which was brought out of his office earlier in the day*

Snake Eyes: *glances up, and then points to something over under one of the other examining tables*

Ratchet: Hmm? *moves to look under the table that Snake Eyes is pointing at*

tiny little mechanical being: *clicking to itself softly as it examines a dropped penny on the floor. Is a soft, nearly unnoticeable grey, and is clearly not a member of the late Rewind's constructed family, though it just as clearly shows Cybertronian origin*

Ratchet: *both brow ridges up* Well, how did you get down there? *will crouch and offer a hand to the little being*

being: *looks up at the big man with a wise little black optic visor, and then very carefully picks the penny up and tries to put it into that hand that is wider through the palm front to back than it is tall*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will scan the being and click quietly to it*

being: *has a self repair system, and also shows signs of being very recently completed due to the fact that that self repair system hasn't fully mended the scars yet* *is a determined little thing as it tries to get the penny up the wall of the side of Ratchet's hand*

Ratchet: *checking for a spark, can't pick the being up, since he's got one arm holding Lifeline close, and he doesn't want to frighten the little being*

being: *no sign of a spark, though there's a minuscule compartment in the usual place in the lilliputian chest, as though the maker had hopes. Takes no notice of Ratchet's scanning as it pauses and studies the penny again before pulling the end of a slender silken string from a spool enclosed in one arm. Sticks this somehow to the penny, and then starts reeling out thread*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, though the lack of spark puzzles him slightly. Quietly* Would you like some help?

being: *still intent on what its doing. Leaves the penny on the end of the string and moves to scale Ratchet's hand*

Ratchet: *keeping a close eye on the little being*

being: *up the hand with magnetic hands and feet, then turns and braces those tiny feet and starts reeling the penny in hand over hand*

Ratchet: *waits until the little being has the penny safely onboard before moving to carefully get up*

being: *slightly startled and lays down to watch the floor recede, holding on with the little magnets as it does*

Ratchet: *soothing clicks*

Snake Eyes: *watching as Ratchet comes back*

Ratchet: *clicking gently to the little being, even as he moves to carefully set it on the table*

Snake Eyes: *soft whistle*

being: *looks at him alertly from that wise tiny face*

Snake Eyes: *points to Cat Scan*

being: *transforms to a tiny thing with four wheels and scoots over there with the faint whir of an electric motor, then transforms again and crawls into the pillow nest. Ends up tucked into the crook of Cat Scan's neck under her hair, only the slight glint of his optic visor giving away his position*

Snake Eyes: *contemplating his legs again*

Ratchet: ... *raised brow, amusement clear on his face* Okay then... *soft chuckle*

Snake Eyes: *looks up quizzically*

Ratchet: You did a good job building him. *means what he says*

Snake Eyes: *tilts head, the question clear. 'How do you know it was me?'*

Ratchet: Wheeljack's work isn't nearly that delicate.

Snake Eyes: *nods concession to that, but still has his head at the quizzical tilt. 'Yes, Wheeljack can't do that, but how do you know it was me?'*

Ratchet: *nods towards the little being* He looks like someone you'd make...

Snake Eyes: *amused huff, and then nods. Yes, the tiny ninja is his work*

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle* He's well-made, and if you hadn't pointed him out to me, I wouldn't have seen him.

Snake Eyes: *nods again, and then pulls his iPod out of its pouch on his belt and types before holding it up to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *looks to see what Snake Eyes has typed*

Snake Eyes: 'I meant to build a servant. It feels as though I've born a son.'

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, nods* Is that why you included a spark chamber?

Snake Eyes: *bows head with a trace of sheepishness*

Ratchet: *about to say something, when his attention goes to Cat Scan as she mumbles something incoherent*

Snake Eyes: *looks that way as well, his body language quizzical*

Cat Scan: *half-awake, and not at all aware of her surroundings* *mumble mumble* Can't just waltz up to him 'n tell 'im... *more mumbles* Yeah, I like Snake Eyes, Ratch... Can't just waltz up t' 'im though...

Snake Eyes: *turns his head and gives Ratchet a Look that is clear even through his visor*

Ratchet: *slight shrug* It's not that uncommon for women in Cybertronian society to make the first move.

Snake Eyes: *abrupt hand motion. Leave her alone, Ratchet*

Ratchet: *a bit puzzled now* *which may be due to the fact that he's too young to remember long courtships among his own people*

Snake Eyes: *subject closed, returns to the one before that and types again*

bittybot: *is that tiny flash of movement from Cat Scan's hair to somewhere between her and her spider doll*

Ratchet: *attention goes to the bittybot, brow ridges up*

Snake Eyes: *holds up the iPod again*

Ratchet: *looks*

Snake Eyes: 'Is it possible? For him to live?'

Ratchet: I think so... We may have to get outside help to get him a spark though....

Snake Eyes: *types again* 'Would it be wise?' *hesitates before holding it up. He's not sure if being so attached to that tiny, childlike work of art that he created is the right way to react*

Ratchet: *gently* I'd be more concerned if you didn't care about him, Snake Eyes.

Snake Eyes: *looks up with startled inquiry*

Ratchet: It's clear from the way you act around him.... *and it's okay to react that way*

Snake Eyes: *types* 'But now, he's only a machine.'

bittybot: *a machine who just decided that the best place to stay out of sight... is down the front of Cat Scan's shirt*

Ratchet: You still built him... He's your creation... *attention going to Cat Scan as she squirms and mumbles about crazy cats*

Snake Eyes: *considers this even as he turns a curious look toward Cat Scan himself*

Cat Scan: *squirrrm, turns onto her side*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge, scans*

bittybot: *frozen where he's pressed against the inside of the front of the shirt and clinging with minute fingers to the inner edge of the placket*

Ratchet: *very soft snerk*

Snake Eyes: *looks up at Ratchet. What?*

Ratchet: Your kid is inside Cat Scan's shirt.

Snake Eyes: *freezes, and then facepalms and makes a soft cricket chirp sound*

bittybot: *emerges from the nest a moment later and speeds to his creator in response to the call*

Snake Eyes: *lectures the little one in in clicks, chirps, and hand signs*

bittybot: *watches and listens alertly*

Ratchet: *re-adjusting the blankets around Cat Scan and doing his best to resist the urge to tuck her into his storage compartment*

bittybot: *folds tiny hands and bows to Sensei, then turns and scoots back to Cat Scan and once more hides among her bedding*

Ratchet: *soft clicks for Cat Scan, and a soft sigh as he moves to sit down in his chair*

Lifeline: *wriggles and whines, then fusses quietly*

Ratchet: *checks to see if she's hungry*

Lifeline: *tries to turn her back to him, leaving a trail of blue paint as she does*

Ratchet: *helps her get connected to the feedport, clicking softly*

Lifeline: *still making little cranky sounds. Home is still sadder and more anxious than this little baby likes, and having Mama away and Aunty Cat sick upsets her*

Snake Eyes: *watching with compassion*

Ratchet: *quietly plays a soft tune for his daughter*

Lifeline: *finally settles down, her washcloth dropping from her hand as she slips into sleep*

Ratchet: *gently smooths her helm but doesn't disconnect her from the feedport yet*

Snake Eyes: *stands and gives a slight bow before turning and leaping lightly from the table*

Ratchet: *small nod for Snake Eyes, will take care of Lifeline and Cat Scan*


About an hour or so later...


Cat Scan: *squirms and opens her eyes slightly*

First Aid: *passes by, humming softly to herself as she brings Cobra Commander his supper*

something: *clicks very very quietly somewhere on the other side of the poofy spider*

Cat Scan: *turns her head towards the clicks, half expecting to see Lifeline there*

tiny little dark visor: *peeks back at her from between two pillows. It belongs to a robot only 25cm tall*

Cat Scan: ... *blink. Blink* Uh....

bittybot: *lifts a tiny hand and gestures to her in field sign* 'Safe. All clear.'

Cat Scan: *both brows up* *quietly* Okay then... *moving to try and sit up* *still quietly* So where'd you come from?

bittybot: *slips out of hiding to look up at her with that wise little visor* *one finger makes a familiar undulating S sign*

Cat Scan: ... *very soft snerk, glances at Ratchet for confirmation and finds him asleep in his chair, with Lifeline and Kriti napping on him*

bittybot: *again with the tiny clicks as he watches her curiously*

Cat Scan: *moving to sit on the edge of the table* *is going to try and head to the mess hall while the coast is clear*

bittybot: *sudden dart over and tugging on the hem of her untucked shirt. Doesn't want her to leave the table*

Cat Scan: *surprised glance for the bittybot*

bittybot: *tugs again, and then lifts one hand* 'Safe. Safe.'

Cat Scan: But...

bittybot: *points to her nest, and then looks up at her so seriously*

Cat Scan: *slight quirk of a grin as she sighs and moves to lay back down*

bittybot: *follows her, then pauses to study her face with the intent curiosity of a young child*

Cat Scan: *still a bit pale, and has dark circles under her eyes that have started to fade*

bittybot: *tiny little fingers brush one of those dark spots as he wonders what it is*

Cat Scan: I'll be alright... Just haven't been feeling so good lately...

bittybot: *tilts his tiny head in a way that is very familiar as he tries to understand what she's telling him*

Cat Scan: *small smile as she sees that headtilt*

First Aid: *softly, as she walks over* Are you ready for your supper, Cat Scan? *then stops with surprise* Oh! What... what is that?

Ratchet: *waking up slightly*

Cat Scan: Snake Eyes either found this little guy or made him..... *blinks a bit and rubs the sleep from her eyes*

First Aid: He's... so tiny! *leans down slightly and magnifies her visuals*

bittybot: *watching the big white bot from his perch on the puffy pink spider*

Ratchet: *sitting up carefully so he doesn't wake the two babies napping on him* *quietly* He's still very young....

First Aid: Aww, he's only a drone.

bittybot: *looks over at Ratchet and signs 'All clear'*

Ratchet: *nods* Yes, but he's got a spark chamber...

Cat Scan: Aww...

First Aid: Do you know where he came from, Ratchet? *offers Cat Scan a plate of Road Block's K ration special pasta*

Ratchet: *nods* Snake Eyes made him.

First Aid: *amazed as she scans more closely and sees the intricate workmanship* Why... he must have made all the little guy's components from scratch.

bittybot: *points to the plate and clicks to Cat Scan*

Cat Scan: Huh? Oh... Thanks... *reaches for the plate* *very soft chuckle when she realizes what's on the plate* Roadblock was in charge of the meal?

First Aid: He is. *eyes twinkle over her mask* He's not very happy about not having anything fresh to work with. But I think our new General was surprised by what came out of the kitchen.

Cat Scan: ... I'm almost afraid to ask who the new General is... *setting to work on eating... and wondering to herself whether or not she'll be able to make chili anytime soon*

First Aid: His name is Hawk. The people in the mess seemed happy to see him.

Cat Scan: *slight frown, looks a bit silly with her fork sticking out of her mouth like that* *the name doesn't really ring any bells*

bittybot: *points to the fork and then makes a sweeping motion with his hand as he softly clicks a code for 'danger'*

Cat Scan: *will puzzle over things after eating* *om nom nom*

First Aid: *turns to slip behind her husband's chair and gently put her arms around his neck* *softly* You're tired.

Ratchet: *tips his head back* *quietly* Having two sleeping babies will do that....

First Aid: *eyes smile into his* How was Lifeline?

Ratchet: She missed you....

First Aid: *soft sound of concern* Poor baby. *then glances over as the infirmary main doors open and a tall young soldier in a white uniform that contrasts with the deep chocolate of his complexion comes in*

Ratchet: *also looks* Er... Can I help you? *a bit surprised to have visitors this late in the day*

soldier: *quiet grin* I hear you guys could use a little help right now. They call me Stretcher.

Cat Scan: *leaning slightly to get a good look at the newcomer, is still eating dinner though*

Ratchet: *small nod, is checking personnel files* We do.... Have you been debriefed, Stretcher?

Stretcher: Yessir, I have. *offers the file in his hand* *quietly* And it's an honour to work with you, even for a little while.

Ratchet: *as he accepts the offered file* Likewise...

First Aid: *soft gasp as she reads about Stretcher's family connections within the JOEs. He's Doc's son* Oh...

Ratchet: *very slight optic flash as he reads that as well* My designation is Ratchet.... *tips his head back slightly* This is First Aid... *looks down to the two babies currently napping on him* Lifeline, and Kriti....

Stretcher: *sympathy in his dark eyes* I can see why you need a hand. Sorry I couldn't get processed sooner, but I was helping with the aftermath in other places.

Ratchet: *small nod* Understandable... *looks to the table Cat Scan is on and gets a Look right back*

Stretcher: *follows his gaze and salutes quickly* Cat Scan. I'm not here to take your job. Just to make sure you've got time to heal.

Cat Scan: *small nod, back to nomming*

bittybot: *picks up a tiny bit of dropped food and studies it intently, clicking to himself with interest*

Stretcher: Orders, Ratchet? First Aid? *looks to them*

Ratchet: Have you had time to eat yet?

Stretcher: Yessir, I had a sandwich on the way here. *slight grin*

First Aid: *glances at Cat Scan and thinks of taking her home, but then looks at Snake Eyes' tiny drone and wonders if they should repair him first*

Ratchet: *wondering the same thing as his wife, but quickly makes up his mind* *to Stretcher* For now, keep an eye on the infirmary, and if there are any injuries that you feel unsure about tending, call First Aid or myself...

Stretcher: Yessir. *easy grin*

Lifeline: *big yawn and a few sleepy beeps as she huggles Kriti, but then she sees Mama and starts squeaking and beeping up a storm!*

bittybot: *looks up from his piece of noodle at all that sound, his head once more tilting*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle as he moves to offer Lifeline to First Aid*

First Aid: *takes baby... both babies, since Lifeline's not letting go of Kriti* *softly, and accompanied by affection* -What is the plan, Ratchet?-

Ratchet: *as he watches Kriti snuggle against Lifeline and First Aid* -Well, for starters, we'll need to find a way to get Snake Eyes' creation a spark....-

First Aid: *glances over at Stretcher as that young man gently evicts the sleeping Dusty from Cat Scan's desk and sits behind it* -Do you think the same person who helped us with Tunnel Rat's spark will help us again? It's such a tiny spark that we'll need...-

Ratchet: -I think so... We'll have to either bring the little one with us or one of us will need to stay behind to keep an eye on him...- *glances over at Cat Scan and chuckles softly and a bit sadly when he sees that she's conked out again*

First Aid: -I don't think he's going to leave Cat Scan. Look at him.- *nods to where the tiny bot has carefully set aside his piece of noodle and is trying to work out a way to take the empty plate from the sleeping medic*

Ratchet: *small nod* -I might have to be the one to go... I don't think the babies would like the method of travel...-

First Aid: *nods, though she's reluctant to let her husband away from her after her long day of hard work* -Tuck Cat Scan into your pocket. I think the little one will go with her.-

Ratchet: -That might work...- *soft clicks as he moves to gently wrap Cat Scan and her poofy spider up in blankets*

Cat Scan: *sleepy murmur, curls up until all that can be seen of her is the top of her head*

bittybot: *alarmed attitude, and then suddenly darts forward and vanishes into the redhead's wrappings*

Ratchet: *soothing clicks, will carefully tuck junior medic and bittybot into the storage compartment and close the cover after making sure Cat Scan isn't laying at an awkward angle*

First Aid: *smiles and hooks her free arm into his, intending to walk him out of the infirmary. Head low over the babies curled in the crook of her other arm as she murmurs to the little round beings and is sleepily beeped and popped at in reply*

Ratchet: *small smile for his wife, clicks to the babies*

Stretcher: Take care, sirs. *grins, and then pokes Dusty, who is wandering around in the sleepy daze that he sometimes falls into when he's been disturbed from a nap*

Ratchet: You as well, Stretcher... *fond chuckle as he moves to be lead out of the infirmary*

First Aid: *waits till the door slides shut behind them, and then turns to kiss her husband* *softly* Be careful, Ratchet, please.

Ratchet: *gently kisses her back* *softly* I will. I promise.

First Aid: *smiles and turns to bring her daughter and granddaughter home to bed*

Ratchet: *PINpoints to the Nexus, and quickly checks on the passengers he's got*

Cat Scan: *still sleeping, but could wake up at any time...*

bittybot: *is a hint of wise visor through the cloud of her hair*

Ratchet: *relief that neither one seems to be in distress* *gentle clicks as he offers his hand to the bittybot*

bittybot: *looks at the hand, and then back up to Ratchet, the movement just a flicker from his hiding place*

Ratchet: *gently* Don't you want to see where we are?

bittybot: *is that tiny tiny hand that comes out of the hair to rest on Cat Scan's shoulder. He has his orders*

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle* Alright... *closes the cover and looks around for a moment before heading to the Black Dog*

Black Dog: *jumping!*

Blackout: *cuddling some pretty and very nearly senseless by now dark coloured winged man*

Pooka: *nipping at Bet's heels as the drone walks across the room with an order*

Dinobot: *sitting on a large table in the corner, deeply engrossed in talking to the stunningly beautiful woman across from him*

Ratchet: *looking around and trying to see if he can spot yOp*

Black Dog: *oddly Optimus free tonight, it seems*

Ratchet: *remembers the tip that the big orange and black man gave him* Optimus Optimus Optimus.

yOp: *frantic and a little distracted* -Can't Scattor do it? I'm really busy right now.-

Ratchet: ... //Er... Alright... Sorry to bother you.// *wonders to himself if the same trick would work with Scattor... Decides to give it a go* Scattor Scattor Scattor.

big ugly blue bayformer: *glances over from where he was moving to sit at Dinobot's table. Lifts brow plates quizzically*

Ratchet: *moves to approach the big, ugly, blue man*

Scattor: *looks at the drink in his hand, and then surrounds it with cobalt twinkles that clear away to reveal two identical drinks. Offers one to Ratchet as he settles in the chair furthest from the small couple at the little table centrepiece*

Ratchet: *as he moves to sit down* Thanks... *will quietly explain why he came to the Black Dog... and try again to coax the bittybot out*

Scattor: *shakes his head* *voice so deep it's nearly felt more than heard* Let him hide.

Ratchet: Alright....

Scattor: *reaches into a storage compartment and pulls out a jar full of little tiny balls of light. Takes one out delicately with his big fingers, only to blink as it suddenly dissolves into cobalt sparkles and vanishes* *frowns at Nightwish*

Nightwish: *blinking and holding a hand to her chest* What the fragging pit?

Dinobot: *crimson eyes flaring as he glares up at Scattor*

Scattor: *shakes his head* She wished.

Dinobot: *blink. Amazement and dismay as he turns back to his wife*

Ratchet: *blink blink blink*

Scattor: *busy reaching for another wish and getting it out of the jar*

Ratchet: *slight headtilt as he watches Scattor*

Scattor: *looks at the wish resting on his finger, and then looks right at the compartment on Ratchet's chest. Thoughtful look*

Ratchet: *will try again to coax the bittybot out, though part of his reasoning is that he can hear Cat Scan getting restless as she sleeps... Is soon carefully extracting the sleeping woman from the compartment and clicking softly and reassuringly*

Scattor: *shrugs and blows the wish toward Cat Scan, then watches it fly unerringly toward her tiny protector*

bittybot: *surprised flail!*

Ratchet: *scans the bittybot*

Cat Scan: *soft sound, turns onto her stomach and cuddles her poofy spider*

bittybot: *has that tiny, bright light lodged in the little chamber in his chest, and even as Ratchet watches it's changing slightly, the glow becoming more muted and familiar, the colour changing from piercing white to blue. Traces of what may become coding shows... But that tiny, developing spark is beating with fear*

Ratchet: *gentle, soothing clicks, offers a towel to the bittybot so he can hide*

bittybot: *even terrified, he's trying to hold his post. And trying to be quiet and not wake Cat Scan now. But his bewilderment is absolute*

Ratchet: *soothingly* It's alright... *is trying to think of ways to help calm the little guy down*

Scattor: *looks at the newly born child and rumbles softly, his massive head nodding gently as that tiny spark calms and a visor now alight with a soft glow looks back at him*

bittybot: *looks distracted as he suddenly squirms slightly and reaches toward a panel on his back. Something is uncomfortable and unnecessary!*

Ratchet: *clicks softly and moves to see what's causing the bittybot's discomfort*

bittybot: *wants that AA battery out of this compartment in his torso. It's bothering him!*

Cat Scan: *groggy sound, is starting to wake up*

bittybot: *clicks to her softly. SOS. SOS!*

Ratchet: *working quickly and carefully to remove the AA battery, clicking softly all the while*

Cat Scan: Huh? *bleary blinking as she moves to sit up*

bittybot: *SOS*

Ratchet: *using incredibly delicate tools to remove the battery, since his fingers aren't small enough... and since Cat Scan's nowhere near awake enough for this*

bittybot: *relaxes as the battery is removed, and then stretches and peers around as he crouches down in Ratchet's hand*

Cat Scan: *blink blink* .... *yawns and looks around. Stiiiillll not awake*

bittybot: *looks up at Ratchet*

Ratchet: *gently* Go back to sleep, Cat...*carefully moving to help her back into the compartment*

Cat Scan: *small nod* 'Mkay.... *splatsleep once she's back in the compartment*

Ratchet: *offers to help the bittybot back into the compartment as well*

bittybot: *softly. SOS...*

Ratchet: *scans the bittybot again*

bittybot: *now has a tiny tank where part of his battery compartment had been, and he's touching his mouth as he looks up at Ratchet*

Ratchet: *will check other compartments for fuel that he can offer to the bittybot*

Scattor: *elbows him in the side*

Ratchet: *startles*

Scattor: *looks at the medic funny as he points to the cube of energon that he'd given Ratchet*

Ratchet: *sheepish expression, will move to offer the energon to the bittybot*

Scattor: *offers him a teaspoon just ganked from Dinobot and Nightwish's table*

Ratchet: *will accept the teaspoon and use it to offer the bittybot some energon*

bittybot: *messy fumbling, but then slurps hungrily for several moments before finally sitting back and wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Itty bitty, tiny burp*

Scattor: *obligingly cleans him off with a shimmer of sparkles*

Ratchet: *gentle clicks, will offer the towel again, as well as a hand up to the compartment*

bittybot: *touches the towel and looks up curiously, but he's been away from his post too long, and so doesn't stop to learn about the fuzzy thing. Instead he goes to Cat Scan and hides somewhere in her bed*

Ratchet: *puts the towel where the bittybot can reach it and then closes the compartment*

Scattor: *pleased rumble as he drinks, and then looks at Ratchet with one browplate quirked*

Ratchet: *double-checking that Cat Scan's asleep, since he doesn't want a repeat of what happened the last time he brought her home from a Nexus run*

Scattor: *rumble changes to amusement. Yes, he just saw what you thought about there, Ratchet*

Ratchet: *glances at Scattor, brow ridge raising in curiosity*

Scattor: *looks back blandly. And then offers a huge bar of dark blue choccy with copper glitter*

Ratchet: *surprised* Er... Thank you....

Scattor: *nods, and then turns his attention to his energon*

Ratchet: *will inspect the choccy and note that it's very good quality... Is definitely going to share with First Aid and the babies once he gets home*

bittybot: *just passed out cuddled under Cat Scan's chin*

Ratchet: *will return to base and head for home*

First Aid: *looks up when he comes into the apartment, then smiles and comes out of the bedroom to greet him* *softly* How'd it go?

Ratchet: *quietly* He's got a spark now... and he's had his first meal...

First Aid: Oh, I'm glad! *will hug husband* I've made up a bed for Cat Scan.

Ratchet: *small nod, moves to gently extract the medic and the bittybot from the compartment again* *quietly* They're both sleeping.....

First Aid: Awww. *turns toward the bedroom to show him the Wheeljack made storage bin that is now lined with blanket material and holds Cat Scan's nest of pillows*

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle as he moves to gently tuck Cat Scan and the bittybot into the pillow nest. That done, he'll move to offer First Aid part of the choccy bar*

First Aid: *eyes widen behind her blue visor* What is it?

Ratchet: I think it's fuel of some sort... It smells good, at any rate....

First Aid: It does. *breaks off a tiny bit and analyzes it, then reports her findings* It's fuel alright, and it's good fuel.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will break off a piece and have some then*

First Aid: *eats a bit, her visor darkening as she shuts her eyes off with bliss* Mmm. We have to save some for Lifeline.

Ratchet: *nods in agreement* And Kriti....

First Aid: *chuckles and glances at her gregarious little granddaughter*

Kriti: *snuggled against Aunty Lifeline and sucking on her fist as she sleeps*

First Aid: *soft chuckle, and then puts her hand to her mask as she yawns* Oh...

Ratchet: *moves to gently herd her over to the bed* *quietly* Let's get some rest...

First Aid: *lets herself be herded, and then stops to put her arms around him and rest her head against his chest* *quietly* I'm glad Stretcher is here. It was getting to be too much, with Cat Scan out of commission.

Ratchet: *small nod* *quietly* Maybe things will be quiet long enough for her to recover....

First Aid: *reaches up to softly touch the side of his face* And you too.

Ratchet: *softly* I can only hope.... *moves to lay down with her, intends to snuggle*

First Aid: *gently picks up the babies and lays so that she's on the opposite side of them from Ratchet, crooning softly as Lifeline complains a bit* Shhhh, my sweet baby. Papa's here to sleep.

Ratchet: *will gently rub Lifeline's back and click softly*

First Aid: *fixes her pillow and then beams up at him before turning off her eyes and snuggling close, the babies now protected between them in the cradle of their bodies*

Ratchet: *listens to the soft sounds of contentment Lifeline and Kriti make, and the quiet sounds of Cat Scan sleeping, will shut his eyes off and touch his forehead to First Aid's before drifting off to sleep*