JV, The Nexus. The Pit, Near the Sign, and the /Pretty Sailor/. Visitors and New Arrivals

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First Aid: *puttering around the infirmary, checking on the injured JOEs and speaking softly to the ones that are up to conversation*

Lifeline: *doing paperwork. Beep beep boop, nomma pen*

Cat Scan: *turning onto her side, fever finally breaking as she gets even more tangled in her blankets*

Ratchet: *trying to give a very energetic baby her checkup*

Kriti: *doesn't wanna hold still! Beep boop click bwee! Squirmy babby!*

Desinex: *trying so hard not to snicker*

Lifeline: *makes an educated diagnoses, and prescribes a cure. That is to say she puts her paperwork down and crawls over to offer Kriti a handful of copper pellets she'd had stored somewhere* *beep beep squeak pop!*

Kriti: *bweee! Reaches for Aunty and clickstorms happily*

Lifeline: *so serious as she pokes a copper pellet at Kriti's mouth* *click click click pop beep!*

Kriti: *om nom nom*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, resumes giving Kriti her checkup since the little girl is staying still now*

First Aid: *pauses to look into Cat Scan's bed, and then gently tries to get the young medic unwound from her covers*

Stormshadow: *uncovered! Darts back into hiding under a pillow!*

Cat Scan: *sleeping peacefully, and cuddling her poofy spider*

First Aid: *finds she needs to lift Cat Scan to get the blankets fixed and murmurs softly and soothingly as she does so* Her fever's broken, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *relief* Thank goodness.... *snerks as Kriti reaches to patpat his face*

Lifeline: *beeps her instructions to Kriti. That pellet goes in that big Papa mouth! Point!*

Kriti: *feeda Grampa!*

First Aid: ...She sure sleeps deeply. *gets Cat Scan tucked in again and then looks over in time to see that* *chuckles softly*

Ratchet: *amused sparkle to his eyes as he chomps on the pellet Kriti stuck in his mouth*

Desinex: *soft chuckle* She was trying to feed Eclipse part of a credit card earlier....

First Aid: *glances over* Where did she get the card?

Bumblebee: *wanders in, preceded by Rap yap* One blue babbler, reporting for his checkup. *grins*

Lifeline: *points to Rap and tells him*

Rap: *yaps right back!*

Desinex: *chuckles* Showtime gave Kriti the card as a snack....

Kriti: *bweee! Points at Rap and yaps at him! HI, RAP! :D*

First Aid: *chuckles* We have to find a supplier of that good plastic, like we've found one for non-minted copper. *then shakes her head in gentle amazement at the noise level that just happened in the infirmary*

Bumblebee: *grins her cheerful, friendly grin at Desinex* //Can you hear me now?//

Desinex: *glances over at Bumblebee and smiles* //I can.//

Bumblebee: //Cool.// *eyes twinkle as she sets her gregarious little son next to his blue sweetheart* I had a hard time getting him to let go of Eclipse. They were having a clingy talk. I think it was about Kriti being gone.

Desinex: *soft chuckle* Eclipse is something else...

Kriti: *clings to Rap and yaps, telling him all about the noms she's had today*

Ratchet: *moving to scan Rap, though he knows it's not likely that anything's ailing the gregarious little boy*

Bumblebee: She's so cute. *slight sadness comes to that sweet Bee grin* She's a lot like Blue. *lowers her eyes and watches as Rap holds onto Kriti and talks to her, to Ratchet, to First Aid, to Lifeline, and to the copper pellet on the examining table*

Desinex: *very slight nod, even though she has no idea what Bluestreak was like...*

Kriti: *yap yap yap, snuggle, yap*

First Aid: *looks around from helping Rock 'n Roll sit up a little, her eyes twinkling behind her visor as she catches the distinct sound of Eclipse squeeing in the hall*

Rap: *hears Clipsie! Calls!*

Kriti: *bweeee! Point!*

Eclipse: *squeeee! Gonna lose her mind if you don't bring her to Rap and Kriti right now, Aunty!*

Sideswipe: *hurrying into the infirmary* Um... guys, we goofed when we forgot to bring her along with the others.

Lifeline: *points and beeps*

Kriti: *yappin' away! Point, bwee beep!*

Eclipse: *can see her friends! Squeeeeeeeeeeeee! Wiggle, squirm, wants to go to them, Aunty! Also wants to see the other babby up close!*

Sideswipe: *over across from Ratchet and next to Bumblebee. Sets her noisy little niece down on the table*

Lifeline: *pokes a copper pellet in that squealyhole*

Eclipse: *squee-oooh? What's this? Taste taste taste, clickstorm!*

Lifeline: *one for you, and one for you, and one for you... And one for me!*

Rap: Nom nom nom. :o

Bumblebee: *gasp*

Eclipse: *flaily fit of glee*

Ratchet: *surprised chuckle. Heard that as well, Bumblebee* The video feed should have caught that.....

Bumblebee: It's the first real word he's said, other than when he wants Jazz and starts babbling 'Ma'. *happy grin*

Sideswipe: *snickerfitdie*

Desinex: *doing like Sideswipe*

Lifeline: *another round of noms!*

Eclipse: *babbling away about the nom!*

Kriti: *yap yap yap! Bweeee!*

Ratchet: *more chuckle, moves to scan Eclipse, since she's here now, small nod* It's going to be pretty interesting when Eclipse starts using real words, I bet....

Sideswipe: Oh, she's been doing that for awhile.

Bumblebee: *surprised look for the tall red woman*

Ratchet: *also surprised* What do you mean?

Sideswipe: Record what she's saying and then play it slower. She doesn't say the whole word, but she says the sound of it and puts 'em in the right place.

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge, proceeds to do so*

recording, slowed down: "Un-ca Pwow! Where Un-ca Pwow?" *on loop?*

Eclipse: *looking around* *yap yap babble yap yap yap!*

Rap: *yaps and points to the door, then scoots toward the end of the table just as fast as he can crawl!*

Bumblebee: Ack! Save him!

Kriti: *squeal!*

Ratchet: *acks and moves to grab Rap*

Cat Scan: *awake... barely*

Sideswipe: Whoa. *hand over chest* Um. Can I bring these guys back to the daycare now?

Ratchet: *nods and offers Rap to his mother as Kriti gets scooped up by Desinex* That might be best... *had a good scare as well*

Eclipse: *fuss! Doesn't want Rap and Kriti to go away!*

Sideswipe: *scoops up the orange and black baby, then holds out her other arm* Want me to take her, Desi?

Desinex: Alright... *will nuzzle Kriti's head before transferring the blue baby to Sideswipe*

Kriti: *clickstorm, kissies for Eclipse!*

Bumblebee: *hugging Rap and circulating deeply. Is shaking slightly*

Rap: *looking around puzzledly, then points to the door and beeps, pops, and squeaks! Uncle Prowl's that way!*

Desinex: *soft clicks, moves to rub Bumblebee's back*

Bumblebee: *soft sound and hides her face on her little son, but then manages to calm enough to be able to hand him over to Sideswipe*

Rap: *confusion turns to joy as he finds his favorite ladies in clinging distance!*

Kriti: *happy squee, clings to Rap and yaps*

Eclipse: Bweeeee! *cling!*

Sideswipe: *holds babies and watches Bumblebee with a frown of concern*

Bumblebee: I'm okay, Swiper. I'm okay. Go ahead.

Sideswipe: *doubtful frown, but carries the tiny talkers out of the infirmary*

Bumblebee: *and it's only when the sound of baby talk fades that she breaks down and cries her reaction to the shock*

Desinex: *pulls the shorter woman in for a hug*

Bumblebee: *head against Desinex* Maaan, oh man. *static, squeak*

Desinex: *gently* It's alright....

Bumblebee: *nods* I know. I... huh? *turns head with surprise at that loud squeal*

Lifeline: *holding up a copper pellet. She's got your meds right here, Aunty Bee!*

Desinex: *chuckles and moves to guide Bumblebee over to Lifeline*

Cat Scan: *quietly* Something's wrong?

First Aid: *comes over and puts a hand on the side of Cat Scan's bed* Rap just got a little close to the edge of the examining table. But Ratchet caught him.

Cat Scan: Is he alright? *moving to sit up*

First Aid: Yes, he's fine. *gentle assistance* Sideswipe's taken him and the girls back to the daycare.

Cat Scan: *looking very much like she does when she comes on shift first thing in the morning, right down to the epic frizz of her hair* Oh... Okay....

First Aid: *gently* How are you feeling? Do you need a drink?

Cat Scan: 'M sleepy, 'n kinda hungry.... *rubs at her eyes*

First Aid: What would you like to eat? Pudding?

Cat Scan: Sure.... *yaawn, blink blink, more rubbing at her eyes* Ugggh.... Eye goobers....

Rock 'n Roll: *weakly waves his by way of offering it. Eating it seems like too much work right now*

Ratchet: *very soft snerk as he hears Cat Scan complain about 'eye goobers'*

Cat Scan: *attention going to Rock 'n Roll, expression brightens when she realizes that the man is awake*

Rock 'n Roll: *looks even younger without his beard, but is able to smile at Bumblebee as she comes over to see him*

Bumblebee: *softly* You need to eat your pudding. I'll help, okay?

First Aid: *soft chuckle as she goes to the fridge for a pudding cup* Chocolate?

Cat Scan: We have chocolate pudding? *grin*

Desinex: *chuckles and moves to see what has Sharpshot so amused*

First Aid: See you later, Desinex. And yes. *straightens and shows Cat Scan the tiny container that holds a brand of special organic ready made pudding*

Cat Scan: *more grin*

First Aid: *brings it over, along with a funny little European wood pulp disposable spork* There you are.

Cat Scan: Thanks, First Aid... *will eat carefully and neatly*

Rock 'n Roll: *eating as Bumblebee feeds him carefully. Has a tired and grateful smile on his face*

Duke: //Ratchet, we have incoming wounded.//

Ratchet: //We'll get everything prepped, Duke.// *moving to do so, after letting First Aid know*

First Aid: *softly* How many?

Ratchet: //Duke, how many wounded?//

Duke: //One Cobra-La woman who shows the genes more strongly than Cobra Commander does.//

Ratchet: //...// *surprised* //Cobra Commander's Cobra-La?//

Duke: *also surprised* //Didn't you read his files?//

Ratchet: //Er....// *that'd be a no....*

Duke: //Do you know what Cobra-La means?//

Ratchet: //...Er... Not really....//

Duke: //They're a race that falls under the 'Special' jurisdiction, like Red, Splinter, and your own people. They're human, but somewhere back in history they tinkered with genetic engineering to cause reptilian traits.//

Ratchet: //....// *relaying the information to First Aid* //What's the extent of the woman's injuries?//

Duke: //We're not sure, but she's unconscious and unresponsive.//

Ratchet: //ETA?// *moving to prep one of the few empty exam tables*

Duke: //Four minutes.//

Cat Scan: *sees Ratchet getting things ready, frowns and sets her empty pudding cup aside. Will move to get up so she can help prep*

Stormshadow: *pops out of hiding and sits on her!*

Ratchet: //Understood. We'll be ready.// *just a bit brain-broken by the fact that Cobra Commander isn't just an ugly human*

First Aid: *looks to husband for further directions*

Bumblebee: *glancing over quizzically*

Ratchet: Incoming wounded, ETA four minutes...

Cat Scan: *frowning slightly at Stormshadow* But I need to do my job....

Ratchet: *to Cat Scan* Right now, you need to be resting. *moving to get supplies*

Cat Scan: *setting her jaw and gearing up to argue*

Stormshadow: *drop kicks her in just the right place to unbalance her and lay her back down* *then sits on her again*

Cat Scan: *startled noise, blink blink blink*

First Aid: *also startled* Are you hurt, Cat Scan?

Cat Scan: No... *staring match with Stormshadow*

Stormshadow: *looks placidly back, his little hand lifting to sign to her 'All clear'*

Cat Scan: *frooooowwwn*

Stormshadow: *soft little tiny clicks*

First Aid: You had better stay in bed, Cat Scan. That's an order. Stormshadow, please don't kick your mother again. *turns to help husband as she absently says the last*

Ratchet and Cat Scan: *identical looks of surprise, though Ratchet's is also mixed with amusement*

First Aid: *blinks behind her visor and gives her husband a quizzical look*

Ratchet: *chuckles, and resumes prepwork. Is amused at the idea of Cat Scan being a mother*

Duke: *hurries into the infirmary a few moments later, followed by a couple greenshirts carrying a stretcher*

First Aid: *quick scan of the being on the stretcher and then stares* Why... She looks like a Lamia.

woman: *dark-coloured, her scaled body dull beneath the blanket. Slender hands are curled in seeming pain, and a long and serpentine tail sticks from beneath the bottom of the blanket*

Ratchet: *slight frown* I don't think she's a Lamia....

First Aid: *slowly* She's not human at all.

Duke: What? *stops and looks up with a frown*

Ratchet: She almost looks like she's a member of one of the races I'd heard rumors about years ago....

Duke: *frown deepens* What race is that?

First Aid: *scooping the young woman into her arms and finding that she hasn't any legs, just that muscular, serpentine tail* Oh, the poor thing. She's starved, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *to Duke* Kivar Vipers... *moves to scan the young woman, frowns slightly* I'm not sure what she'll need, food-wise...

Duke: Viper... *eyes suddenly widen* You mean this is another extraterrestrial race?

Ratchet: *small nod* One that I don't know very much about.... We never encountered them ourselves....

Duke: Well, what have you heard?

First Aid: She's a carnivore.

Duke: *shoots her a narrow eyed look that holds some dismay as he wonders just what he's brought to the base*

Ratchet: *frowning as he remembers some of the rumors he's heard about the woman's race, is wondering if some of them are true*

First Aid: *glances to Ratchet* -Do you think any of the others in the Nexus would know about her people?-

Ratchet: *very slight nod* -It's possible...-

First Aid: -Do you want to try it?-

Duke: *talking about security to the greenshirts, and scowling slightly as he does*

Ratchet: -It's worth a shot...-

First Aid: *lifts the stranger again, and carries her down the hall to one of the private rooms* -Let Duke know what you're doing? I'm going to put up the forcefields here.-

Duke: *facepalm* And alien germs... This could be serious.

Ratchet: *nods* -I will.- *attention going to Duke* I might be able to find someone who would know more about her race....

Duke: *looks up with a frown* *tensely* Do that. In the meantime keep the infirmary in quarantine.

First Aid: -I'm not picking up anything dangerous on my scans.-

Ratchet: First Aid's not picking anything dangerous up on her scans....

Duke: *knows how precise those scanners are. Allows himself to relax slightly* Alright. Keep her locked up though till we know what we're dealing with. And, Ratchet, you find out that information.

Ratchet: *nods* Yes, sir.

Duke: *looks at the greenshirts, and then back up at the Cybertronian man* Do you need the extra security?

Ratchet: We might....

Duke: Alright. *nods to the greenshirts and watches them walk over to take places by the door of the room that First Aid has brought the young Kivar Viper to*

Ratchet: *small nod* I'll be back as soon as possible...

Duke: Alright. Be careful. *turns to go and report*

First Aid: *soft sounds of concern from the hall*

Lifeline: *little fat hand holding Aunty Cat down in her bed!* *beep beep scoldyclick boop squeal!*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, moves to tuck Lifeline in with Cat Scan*

Lifeline: *tattles on Aunty. So much quiet and intense tattle!*

Ratchet: *gentle clicks, asking Lifeline and Stormshadow to make sure Cat Scan rests*

Lifeline: *going to fix the blankets over herself and Aunty, popping and squeaking all the while*

Stormshadow: *issa peek down at the foot of the bin*

Cat Scan: *grumps a bit about being squished*

Bumblebee: *moving over to take up a guard position in the hall herself* You're not squished. Sharing a bed with three babies and a snuggly husband is squished!

Cat Scan: .... *very soft snerk*

Lifeline: *kisses Aunty and hugs her. All ready for naps*

Cat Scan: *soft clicks, carefully turns onto her side and makes sure Stormshadow's not trapped beneath her leg again*

Ratchet: *chuckles and moves to grab something before he's PINpointing to the Nexus*

svCragbuster: *loudly, the moment Ratchet steps into the Black Dog* I can slaggin' watch the dancers if I slaggin' wanna!

Ratchet: *startled by the volume of that yell*

svRatchet: Put a sock in it, and quit being a protoform!

svCragbuster: If I were a fraggin' protoform I wouldn't be admiring workmanship!

svRatchet: *grouse, grump, mutter darkly into his drink*

Ratchet: .... *going to see if Tarantulus can point him to someone who knows about Kivar Vipers*

Nemesis: *laughing with a hand to her belly. Pauses to look over when she hears the question* What the slag do you want to know about Kivar Vipers for?

Tarantulus: *trying so hard not to be amused at how wary the green guy seems of svCragbuster and svRatchet*

Ratchet: The base I'm stationed on just had an injured one arrive, and we don't know that much about them....

Nemesis: Roast the slaggin' thing.

Ratchet: ... *frowns* She's hurt, and it's in my programming to help, not harm....

Tarantulus: *too amused, will go over and poke svCragbuster* The green guy wants to know about Kivar Vipers....

svCragbuster: *very slightly bleary scowl* I'm... busy... here!

Tarantulus: Other than arguing with your friend, no you aren't... *so amused right now*

svCragbuster: That frag slaggin' piece of vintage junk is NOT my friend!

svRatchet: *scowls at his son* Who're you callin' junk, mechling?

svCragbuster: *hands on the table as he rises slightly* Who the frag are you callin' a mechling, you antique?!

Tarantulus: *reaches to shove svRatchet back into his seat as the elderly medic moves to stand* *will do the same to you, svCragbuster* Don't. I have no qualms about tossing you both out on your cans.

svCragbuster: Hey, watch the drinks!

svRatchet: Yeah!

both: *scowl at Tarantulus*

Tarantulus: *LOOM*

svCragbuster: *about as impressed with that looming as his father is*

Tarantulus: *calmly* Do you know anything about Kivar Vipers, or am I going to have to tell the green guy to look elsewhere?

svRatchet: *frowning slightly and wondering just why anyone'd be asking about Kivar Vipers* *glances to svCragbuster* You know more about 'em than I do....

svCragbuster: *anger fades from his face, and he looks down at his drink without seeing it* Maybe I don't wanna think about 'em.

svRatchet: *glances over to see who Nemesis was talking to, soft snort when he sees it's an alternate of himself. Will wave the green mech over, and try not to look amused at his obvious wariness*

svCragbuster: *doesn't look up. His optics are focused on the past*

Ratchet: *very hesitant, since these guys have such strange tech...* Er... Do you know anything about Kivar Vipers?

svRatchet: *nods toward svCragbuster* He was married to one....

Ratchet: *surprised expression is a go*

Tarantulus: *blink blink blink, looks at svCragbuster*

svCragbuster: *gruffly, without looking up* Whattya wanna know?

Ratchet: *quickly explains about the woman that was brought to the Pit for treatment* We had a young Kivar Viper brought to our base. She's hurt, and we're not sure it's safe for the humans on base if she stays..... But we don't know very much about the race to be certain...

svCragbuster: *frowns, but continues looking into the past* How big and what colour?

Ratchet: She's about eight feet long.... Black, with a few reddish highlights...

svCragbuster: A migrant. You'd better call the IGP to come and get her out of there.

Ratchet: IGP?

svCragbuster: *looks up now, his frown deepening to a confused scowl* The intergalactic police?

Ratchet: .... How do we get into contact with them?

svCragbuster: *blinks, and then facepalms* How can you people not know the IGP?

Ratchet: ... *not sure how to answer that*

svCragbuster: *growls quietly and looks around*

Tarantulus: We could ask the time cop.

Ratchet: Time cop? *head starting to ache just a bit...*

Tarantulus: *points to the dark haired guy up on the bar under the fuzzy Lumen* Him.

svCragbuster: *looks over there and humphs before knocking back his drink* *doesn't move otherwise*

Ratchet: *small nod* *to svCragbuster* Thanks... *will move to approach the bar again*

svCragbuster: *mutters behind him, and then stoically ignores his creator as the older mech pats his hand*

dark-haired guy: Pthooie! Ack, Lumen! *laugh*

mLumen: *yip yip yip, more kissie attempt!*

mWakeJumper: *chuckling as he watches his son... will go serve DnD their meals*

dark-haired guy: Will... phtue phtu!.. saying 'uncle' help? *still laughing*

mLumen: *happy yip, will go find Pooka then*

dark-haired guy: *sits up* Hey... I didn't mean... *sad face*

Ratchet: *watching the puppy bounce off*

dark-haired guy: *looks up at Ratchet, absently wiping his face on his sleeve*

Ratchet: That is one cute dog... *no, he has no idea about Maximals*

dark-haired guy: *raises an eyebrow* Are you new around here?

Ratchet: *blink blink blink* That's not a dog?

dark-haired guy: *looks over just in time to see Pooka transform and stretch gleefully before dancing on his toes* Nope. Sparklets.

Ratchet: *blink blink and looks. Startled sound when he sees mLumen transform and tacklepounce Pooka*

dark-haired guy: *quirks a grin as the larger Cybertronian baby scoops the smaller up and cuddles him*

Ratchet: *just a bit brain-broken right now.... but he does remember why he came over* *to the dark-haired guy* Do you know how to contact the IGP?

dark-haired guy: *both brows go up now as he gathers his booted feet under himself and crouches* IGP? *head tilt as though he's heard something* Ah. Intergalactic police. My friend says to ask Kup.

Ratchet: ... Thanks... *will put a call through to the security officer once he finds someplace quieter to do so*

Perceptor: *soft, sleepy voice that could be alto or tenor, depending how you look at it* //Hmmm? Yes?//

Ratchet: //Sorry to disturb you, Perceptor... This is Ratchet... I was told to ask Kup how to get in contact with the IGP...//

Perceptor: *startled little sound as she snaps awake and realizes that she'd heard the comm ping over her bond with Kup* //Ratchet? My word! Ah... what was your question?//

Ratchet: //We've got a young Kivar Viper at the Pit right now, and were advised to call the IGP...//

Perceptor: //Ah. My word. Best keep that young lady far from your tiny allies. I'm transmitting the frequency for the IGP ship that we know...// *does so*

Ratchet: //Thank you, Perceptor. Stay safe.//

Kup: *sleepily* //Keep yer nose clean...//

Perceptor: *soft, startled laughter*

Ratchet: *very soft snerk* //Good rest, Kup.// *signs off*

dark-haired guy: *watching him. Is sitting at one of the little tables on the bar now, and having a glass of blue milk*

Ratchet: *looking a bit distracted as he puts a call in to the IGP*

friendly male voice: //This is the IGP vessel Space Music, please state the nature of your call...// *pause* //And where you are.//

Ratchet: //This is Autobot and GI JOE medic Ratchet. We've got a young Kivar Viper at our base. She was brought in earlier for medical attention, and it was recommended that we contact you...// *not sure he should say that he's in the Nexus at the moment*

fmv: *sounds a wee bit bewildered* //What are your coordinates, Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //I'm currently in the Nexus, at the Black Dog...//

fmv: //Nexus? I'm sorry, friend. I don't know the coordinates for that location.//

Ratchet: //I'll get back to base then...// *PINpoints back to the infirmary after a small smile for the dark-haired guy*

First Aid: *meeps and drops Dusty on his face*

Ratchet: *relaying coordinates to the IGP*

female voice: //This is Captain Ryan of the Pretty Sailor. You're transmitting over an IGP frequency, friend.//

Ratchet: *repeating what he said to the other IGP officer* //This is Autobot and GI JOE medic Ratchet. We have a young Kivar Viper that was brought to us for medical care. We were advised to contact you.//

Cpt. Ryan: //A Kivar Viper on Earth?// *dismay in her voice* //How young is she?//

Ratchet: //I'm not sure... She's the first we've been in close contact with...//

Cpt. Ryan: //What colour is she, and how big?//

Ratchet: //She's black with a few reddish highlights, and about eight feet long...//

Cpt. Ryan: //Barely left the nest. Keep her away from humans. We'll be there in approximately three hours.//

Ratchet: //Understood. I'll pass word on to the officers and guards.//

Cpt. Ryan: //How hungry is she? And what's her name?//

Ratchet: //...I have no idea... She was unconscious when she was brought in...//

Cpt. Ryan: *soft gasp of dismay* //You've got to get something into her system, or she'll die.//

Ratchet: //I'll see what we have in the mess supplies, meat-wise...//

Cpt. Ryan: //I'm afraid she's going to need broth from a large animal, mixed with plenty of blood, and some venom from her fangs. Do not, I repeat do not let any organic beings come in contact with that venom. It's highly addictive and guaranteed fatal.//

Ratchet: //...We'll get her taken care of.// *relaying this information to First Aid, and moving to check on the guards* *sounds just a bit worried now*

Cpt. Ryan: //We're putting on all possible speed, Ratchet. We may even be there before our ETA. Can you give me the coordinates to a large open space where we could land? And... how much do your human associates know about extra-terrestrial life?//

Ratchet: *relays coordinates that are just outside the base's entrance* //As for how familiar we are with extra-terrestrials... Autobots are Cybertronians... And we've had contact with Mrrpt-Nyaah before...// *is also patching the conversation through to Duke and General Hawk*

Cpt. Ryan: //So there won't be any panic reactions to the appearance of eight foot tall reptilian space men?//

Duke: //I doubt it. But you'd better let us know how much space your ship will need.//

Cpt. Ryan: //Oh, we aren't bringing the ship down. We'll be bouncing in. Teleportation.//

Ratchet: //Understood...// *is halfway tempted to go back to the Black Dog and get the food that the Kivar Viper needs*

Duke: //Ratchet, can't your teleporter reach the IGP ship?//

Cpt. Ryan: *very surprised* //You have teleportation technology?//

Ratchet: //I'm not sure if the PINpoint would work to go there or not... but it might...//

Cpt. Ryan: //Do you need us stationary?//

Ratchet: //That'd likely help...///

Cpt. Ryan: *can be heard calling orders* *then rattles off coordinates* //Would you object to the crew stopping by your base to drop you off afterward?//

Ratchet: //If it's alright with the higher-ups here...//

Duke: //I've got no problem with it. General Hawk?//

General Hawk: //I don't want to think how Desinex's stink eye would intensify if I did object.//

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle* //Then I don't think we'll have a problem...// *moving to dismiss the guards*

Bumblebee: *glances over from her guard position as the greenshirts salute and depart*

Ratchet: *to Capt. Ryan as something occurs to him* //Does your ship have measures in place so none of the crew are in danger and the Kivar Viper's needs are met?// *sounds just a bit worried now*

Cpt. Ryan: //We can provide for her with safety.//

Ratchet: *reassured* //Alright.// *moves to check on the Kivar Viper, hoping that she's still unconscious, as that will make getting her to the IGP easier*

Cpt. Ryan: *stands by*

Kivar Viper: *still unconscious. Life signs look low*

Ratchet: *turning off the forcefield over the door, will move to carefully lift the Kivar Viper before PINpointing with her to the coordinates Cpt. Ryan provided*

burly JD man in a white uniform: *hurries forward* Here, get her on the table. *sounds nearly human when he speaks*

Ratchet: *moves to do so, clicking softly out of habit*

JD medic: *quickly checks the monitors, and then straps his new patient down* Thank you, friend. The Captain and the rest of the away team are waiting just outside.

Ratchet: *nods* Thanks for taking care of her... *will move to head for the door*

Cpt. Ryan: *is a slender JD woman clad in what looks to be an efficient and comfortable space suit. Clear pearl polish on her head scales glints softly in the light. She is accompanied by another burly JD man in the same sort of suit as her own, and what appears to be a tall, serious human man in another such suit* Ratchet?

Ratchet: *nods* Yes?

Cpt. Ryan: *smiles* I'm Captain Ryan. This is Lt. John Harper, and Ens. Vato Falman.

Ratchet: *nods* It's nice to meet all of you.

Lt. Harper: *nods* It's good to see that some of your people have survived, friend.

Ens. Falman: *nods in agreement with Lt. Harper*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* We weren't sure we would survive at one point... But we have, and we've even got children...

Cpt. Ryan: *surprised* Children?

Ratchet: *catches himself* Well, technically, they're children compared to Cybertronians... *chuckles and calls up an image of Cat Scan and several other JOEs* We consider them part of our family.

Cpt. Ryan: *quizzical and puzzled look. Has a feeling that this isn't what the Cybertronian medic had meant at first*

Ratchet: *changes the image to one of Cat napping with her poofy pink spider* Cat Scan would probably yell at me if she knew I had an image of her with her plushie....

Lt. Harper: *points to the tip of Lifeline's toe in the picture*

Ratchet: *very slight flicker of a 'meep' expression*

Ens. Falman: *slight raised brow. Saw the toe too... and the top of a little blue head in the picture before this one*

Cpt. Ryan: *softly* You can trust myself and my crew, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *hesitates for a moment more, before nodding and pulling up an image of Lifeline* *quietly* This is my daughter, Lifeline...

Lt. Harper: *gives the deep croon of a dedicated baby fan, his dark eyes shining*

Ens. Falman: *and now the slightly stoic soldier's expression is brightening in a grin*

Ratchet: Several other families have been blessed with children as well, and two families have adopted a couple of babies who were orphaned....

Cpt. Ryan: *unmistakable gladness on her face* Then there are women who have survived the genocide.

Lt. Harper: Wait... you guys make babies like we do?

Ratchet: *nods to Cpt. Ryan, before turning his attention to Lt. Harper* Not exactly... We have to build shells for the babies before they're born... and they'll get upgraded to larger shells when they're old enough...

Ens. Falman: *very slight headtilt as he works this over in his head, before nodding* That makes sense.... From what I've seen, your people don't grow the way organic people do...

Ratchet: *wonders to himself where he's seen body language like the Ensign's before. This is going to bother him till he remembers, more than likely*

Lt. Harper: *quietly, his eyes back on the pictures* You build them adorable.

Ratchet: *chuckles* That's partially due to the influence of the JOEs...

Cpt. Ryan: *nods* Human babies are adorable. Should we get going? *elbows Ens. Falman* Stop that.

Ens. Falman: *startles and looks sheepish*

Ratchet: *chuckles* Yeah... Lifeline's probably missing me, if she's noticed I'm gone...

Cpt. Ryan: And you can stop looking so innocent, too. Oh, and I found your booby trap. *looks at Ratchet* ...You aren't going to fit on the bridge.

Ratchet: Ah... One moment... *will transform to his human mode so he's not having to hunker down so much*

Cpt. Ryan: *surprised* Where did the rest of the mass go?

Ratchet: Hammerspace.

Ens. Falman: *blink blink blink, surprised expression is a go*

Lt. Harper: That doesn't strain your systems?

Ratchet: It can, if I stay in this mode too long...

Cpt. Ryan: How long is too long?

Ratchet: Anything over four hours... Up to four hours is safe.

Cpt. Ryan: Alright, good. We have plenty of time, then. *turns and leads the way to the bridge*


Roughly three hours later....


Cpt. Ryan: *herding Ratchet and her away team onto the platform at the back of the bridge* Brace yourself, Ratchet.

Lt. Harper: Hold onto your teeth. *soft chuckle*

Ens. Falman: *groggy as he gets herded, hasn't quite woken up from sleeping at his post while the ship traveled to where it needed to be*

Ratchet: *braces himself*

bounce controller: Ready?

Lt. Harper: Ready.

Cpt. Ryan: I'm ready, and so is Vato.

Ens. Falman: *blink blink* Huh?

Ratchet: *soft snerk* I'm ready.

controller: *presses button* *shift, WRENCH, JOLT. And then they're standing in an empty part of the motor pool at the Pit*

Lt. Harper: *looks around with a curious grin*

Ens. Falman: *startled yowl, is no longer in the form he was when Ratchet first arrived... is now nine and a half feet of upset cat-critter*

Ratchet: *surprised expression is a go, but there's also recognition in his eyes. He's seen someone of Vato's race before*

Cpt. Ryan: Deep breaths, Vato. Deep breaths.

Ens. Falman: *shaking a bit as he takes deep breaths... startles when Ratchet drapes a blanket around him*

Cpt. Ryan: *also startles a bit, and then looks up at the medic* Thank you. He'll be alright in a few seconds.

Ratchet: *nods* We've met other Mrrpt-Nyaah before...

Ens. Falman: *deep breaths... deep, slow breaths...*

Cpt. Ryan: *surprised* Have you? But they've never come to Earth, or left their planet except for Ens. Falman.

Ratchet: There was a family of them that wound up in the Nexus awhile back... and more recently, there was a very young one who was found by Cat Scan's younger sister...

Lt. Harper: *looks up from examining the nearest vehicle* Nexus?

Ratchet: *nods* It's an interdimensional hub between realities.

Lt. Harper: *startled expression* ...Between realities?

Ratchet: *nods*

Lt. Harper: *concerned expression as he thinks of all the possible ramifications of that*

Cpt. Ryan: *looks up* People live there?

Ratchet: *nods* From what I've been able to tell, the ones that do either have no place else to go, or have no desire to go anywhere else.

Cpt. Ryan: *slight frown* ...We don't have time to investigate that now. I had better go talk to your CO so he can stop standing in the doorway and wondering if I'm coming.

Ratchet: *chuckles and nods* Alright... *will move to head for the infirmary as Ens. Falman returns to his other form*

Ens. Falman: *moves to follow Ratchet*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge, stops and glances to Cpt. Ryan* Is there a reason Ens. Falman is following me?

Cpt. Ryan: *looks up* Is it against regulation?

Ratchet: No, I'm just curious....

Cpt. Ryan: Let me talk to General Hawk, and then I'll explain. *smile*

Ratchet: Alright... *will resume heading to the infirmary with the Ensign following him*

First Aid: *is that slightly worn out feeling as he nears*

Lifeline: *is that yelling as the door slides open in front of him*

Stormshadow: *is that astonished gaze from Cat Scan's arms as she watches the hollering baby medic*

Cat Scan: *cringing just a bit as she watches Lifeline yell*

Ratchet: *hurries over, clicking softly as he reaches for Lifeline*

First Aid: *comes to meet him and eagerly hands their upset little one over to him*

Lifeline: *is shaking with the force of her distress*

Rock 'n Roll: *frowning with concern from his bed over on the next table as he watches*

Ratchet: *soothingly* Shhh, it's alright, Lifeline... I'm right here... *backrub*

Ens. Falman: *cringing a bit due to the yelling*

Lifeline: *pauses, gasping through her intakes, to stare up at Ratchet with wide eyes*

Ratchet: *gentle clicks, more backrub*

Lifeline: *sorrowful little sob of static* Papa!

Ratchet: *will offer a towel from his cubbyhole*

Lifeline: *will dive for that cubbyhole!*

First Aid: *gasps and moves as though to catch her*

Stormshadow: *SOS!*

Cat Scan: *on her feet before she can stop herself*

Ratchet: *soft ack, will move to catch Lifeline and help her into the cubbyhole. Just had a couple years scared off of his life, feels like...*

Ens. Falman: *worry worry worry!*

Lifeline: *curls up and sucks on her towel, then goes limp with a sigh*

First Aid: *soft worry* She wouldn't eat, Ratchet.

Ratchet: *quietly* I didn't mean to be gone so long... *hesitates. Doesn't want to upset Lifeline more, but knows she needs to eat...*

First Aid: *looks up at him worriedly, feeling like a lousy mother*

Ratchet: *reaches to pull her close*

Cat Scan: *sitting down again... Stood up too fast*

First Aid: *glances at Cat Scan as she leans against her husband* *soft sigh*

Cat Scan: I'm okay... Just stood up too fast... *will cuddle Stormshadow*

Ratchet: *moves to carefully get Lifeline hooked up to the feedport, will gently touch his forehead to First Aid's and click softly*

Lifeline: *tucked between her parents, she remains deeply asleep even as her little systems eagerly draw in energy*

Ratchet: *worried, will scan her*

Ens. Falman: *will go guard the door then...*

Lifeline: *just a little rundown. And miscalibrated in the vox*

First Aid: *softly* I think we need to lay down.

Ratchet: *nods and checks to see when Stretcher will be on shift. Doesn't want to leave the infirmary unattended, since Cat Scan's technically still listed as off-duty*

First Aid: He's gone into town to pick up something important that came in the mail. We can lay on Cat Scan's table.

Ratchet: Alright... *moves to gently herd her towards the table*

Stormshadow: *wriggles slightly as he sees them coming, then looks up at Cat Scan and signs 'All Clear' to her*

Cat Scan: *small nod, isn't sure she should stand up right now since she did kind of get dizzy earlier...*

First Aid: *makes sure that all her family who is present can fit neatly on the table. Cat Scan's bin gets tucked between she and Ratchet too*

Cat Scan: *going to lay down then... not that she's sleepy, mind you... it just seems like a good idea....*

infirmary door: *slides open behind Ens. Falman*

Ens. Falman: *quick glance over his shoulder, assessing the threat potential*

Cassidy: *it smells funny!*

Mariposa: *must taste*

TC: *visiting Bubby 'Warp from the Nexus today. Agrees with Mariposa!*

Ens. Falman: *startled, skitters back several steps, eyes wide as he struggles to stay in form*

Mariposa: *ohhh, where'd it go? Sniffsniff. Soft hissy and clicky*

TC: Haiiiiii :D

Cat Scan: *sits up and looks* Uh.... Hi?

Ratchet: *chuckles softly* *to Ens. Falman* They won't hurt you... They're just curious babies.... *scanned to see who was there, yes*

Cassidy: *turns around to look for Unca 'Warp. Is lost? Is? Sniffsniffsniff*

TC: *flies over to join Cat Scan. Might squish her just slightly*

Cat Scan: *acks when she's squished*

First Aid: *soft meep and straightens out the bin contents*

Skywarp: *trying to find bitty sister and nieces, is having a FIT!*

Cassidy: *hissssssss, click click click pop!* *standing right in the infirmary doorway*

Skywarp: *scoops Cassidy up and fusses over her a bit, before moving to try and do the same to Mariposa*

Ens. Falman: *even more startled now*

Mariposa: *Unca hassa ball? Where ball?* *noses for her lovey*

Skywarp: *clicks and offers the ball*

Mariposa: *gently noms the beloved toy*

Cassidy: *'looking' down at that new person and making quiet hisses and clicks*

First Aid: *quietly* Thundercracker is over here with us, Skywarp.

Skywarp: *scoots to peek*

TC: *peeks up at Bubby and giggles. Has got blankie and boeboes!*

Cat Scan: *looks a bit more comfortable now that she's not getting squished*

Skywarp: *clicks and gently fusses over TC, and Cat Scan too*

First Aid: *looks at the babies in his arms, and then frowns slightly* You don't have Sundog and Victory?

Skywarp: ... 0_0 *goes to find those babbies!*

First Aid: *checks on Lifeline, and then sits up to look for Ens. Falman*

Ens. Falman: *looking just a bit spooked right now. Is over near Cat Scan's desk*

First Aid: *soft frown of concern as she gets off the table to go over and crouch near the policeman* Ensign Falman? Are you alright?

Ens. Falman: *quietly* What were those?

First Aid: What do you mean?

Ens. Falman: I've... never encountered any beings like them.... *and they kind of frighten him. Fight or Flight has been triggered, and he's doing his best to resist the urge to flee*

First Aid: Ohhhh! The babies with the teeth?

Ens. Falman: ...Those were babies?

First Aid: *softly* Their mother's spark was exposed to a mutagenic chemical. But yes, they're Cybertronian babies.

Ens. Falman: *surprised... and very concerned*

First Aid: *gently* Mariposa and Cassidy won't hurt you. Not deliberately. Cassidy can be a little rough when she plays.

Cassidy: *thunders past in the hall, making a BREAK for it! :D*

Ens. Falman: *startles. Would be furpoof if he had fur, and was in his true form*

Ratchet: *sighs as he hears Skywarp panicking just down the hall*

First Aid: *gets up, bringing Ens. Falman with her as she goes out and snags the exuberant baby. Then gently settles the ensign on the textured rubber pad on her shoulder before turning and calling to the panicky Seeker* Skywarp, she's right here.

Skywarp: *scoots over, fuss!*

Ens. Falman: *doing his best to stay calm and remind himself that Cassidy is a Cybertronian baby*

Cassidy: *happy little teakettle is getting her chin scratched*

Skywarp: *reaching for Cassidy and clicking rapidly*

First Aid: *offers over baby* Did you find Sundog and Victory?

Skywarp: They're with Prowl and Sideswipe....

First Aid: *as Cassidly hisses and gnaws happily on Unca's hand* Oh good. I'm glad they're alright.

Skywarp: *nods and cuddles Cassidy close*

First Aid: Oh. Skywarp, this is Ens. Falman of the Intergalactic Police. *gently indicates the man on her shoulder*

Skywarp: *quiet 'urk'* I didn't do anything this time!

Ens. Falman: *blink blink blink*

First Aid: o.O? ...Skywarp, have you had dealings with the IGP?

Skywarp: *sheepishly* Er... Yeah.... Couple of times... Usually after getting plastered in some bar on a far-off world... >.>;;

First Aid: *facepalm* Sometimes I manage to forget you were a Decepticon.

Skywarp: *looks insulted* Only sometimes?

First Aid: *apologetically* You do still act like one pretty often, Skywarp. *gently* And then there are the wings.

Skywarp: I figured you wouldn't forget... *offended huff*

First Aid: *softly* If it's any comfort... 'Decepticon' doesn't always mean frightening enemy anymore.

Ens. Falman: *giving Skywarp a "Are you seriously doing this?" look, gets snorted at by the man in question*

Skywarp: *soooo not impressed with you, Ens. Falman....*

First Aid: *turns a gently quizzical look to the ensign*

Ens. Falman: *quietly* I've read the reports about this gentleman... And I believe he's giving you a hard time....

First Aid: *soft chuckle* Oh no. He hasn't tried that in awhile. *gentle hand on Skywarp's arm* *softly* Since he lost his trine.

Skywarp: *fidget*

Ens. Falman: *blink blink, slight headtilt*

TC: *whizzes past First Aid's head and smacks right into Bubby's face* *squeee! Giggle!*

Skywarp: *acks and reaches to grab the bitty so he can fuss over her too*

First Aid: Eeek!

Ens. Falman: *startles* 0_0

Skywarp: *fussing and fretting, checks TC over for injury*

First Aid: *blinks* Did she just ram into you on purpose?

Skywarp: She was trying to stop... My face just happened to be the closest solid object... *fuss*

First Aid: *face palm and slow head shake* Yes, she's a Seeker.

Skywarp: *almost reflexively* Darn right... *snuggles bitty sister*

First Aid: *soft chuckle, and then a tsk as Cassidy decides to try and nomma TC leg* Where's her chew bone?

Skywarp: Er.... *goes to look for it*

First Aid: *another gentle head shake as she turns back toward the infirmary. Checks on Ens. Falman as she goes*

Ens. Falman: *calming down and looking around with a little bit of a grin on his face as he realizes that he's up high*

First Aid: So what brings you to the Pit? *steps through the door and then goes to gently snag a sleepwalking Shipwreck and bring him back to bed*

Ens. Falman: I think it might be best to wait until Captain Ryan can explain.....

First Aid: *lifts brow ridges as she gently tucks the ailing sailor into his bed and then straps him down* Oh... alright. *glances over the wall* Cobra Commander, please stop that. Or we might have to take it away.

Cobra Commander: *wasn't taking apart the TV, and you can't prove it!* *scowl behind his mask*

Ens. Falman: *raised brows as he glances at Cobra Commander*

Cobra Commander: *gives the stranger a quietly menacing look as he moves over to sit by the blonde woman sleeping on the bed in the room**

Ens. Falman: *not really impressed with the menacing look, gives the other man a look that manages to look somewhat bored*

Cobra Commander: *is ignoring the stranger now and gently smoothing Fidelia's hair*

First Aid: *shakes head, and then checks on Shipwreck again before coming back to the main part of the infirmary. Quick check on husband to ascertain the effect of sleeping baby magic*

Ratchet: *conked out, one hand resting over the cover to the cubbyhole and the other on Cat's bin*

Cat Scan: *absently poking a spot on her arm*

First Aid: What are you doing, Cat Scan? *comes over to look*

Cat Scan: Trying to figure out if I'm gonna bruise from getting squished like that....

First Aid: Oh, poor Cat Scan. Let me scan you for damage.

Cat Scan: *small nod*

First Aid: *does so, absently quirking a soft smile behind her mask as she catches the tiny movement that is Stormshadow*

Cat Scan: *might have a little bit of bruising later on, but other than that, she's alright*

Ens. Falman: *attention going to the bin. Can hear tiny movement... but only just*

First Aid: *as Stormshadow presses himself against the bottom of Cat Scan's foot and peeks through a slight crack in the covers* You might bruise a little. But I don't think it will be too bad.

Cat Scan: Okay.... *wiggles her foot just a little... is trying to reassure Stormshadow*

Ens. Falman: *very soft trill of greeting for the little bot*

First Aid: *questioning look for Ens. Falman*

Ens. Falman: There's something small peeking through the blankets...

First Aid: Ohhhhh. Yes, that's Cat Scan's son, Stormshadow. He's a ninja.

Cat Scan: He's also Snake Eyes' son, 'Aid... *small smile*

Ens. Falman: Ah.... *chuckle*

First Aid: *eyes twinkle behind her visor* Yes, I know. *gentle hand over Ratchet's that protects the bin* How are you feeling?

Cat Scan: Bored, mostly...

First Aid: Would you like an iPod?

Cat Scan: Sure...

Ens. Falman: *studying the red-haired soldier without seeming to. Is trying to figure out if the woman is Cybertronian as well*

First Aid: *goes to her desk and comes back with the tiny device* I couldn't find any giant robot games, but there are three others on this one. 'Plants vs Zombies', 'Angry Birds', and 'Bejewelled'. *offers iPod to Cat Scan*

Cat Scan: *blink blink, soft chuckle as she reaches for the device. Will soon be engrossed in the games*

First Aid: *watches Stormshadow creep up toward Cat Scan's arms via secret under pillow passages. Quiet chuckle as she turns away*

Ens. Falman: *trying to see how many soldiers there are in the infirmary* *surprised to see three other tables, each holding four beds. All twelve beds are full at the moment*

Rock 'n Roll: *turns head to give the new guy a curious look from where he was quietly adjusting the strings on his guitar*

Ens. Falman: *polite nod of greeting*

Rock 'n Roll: *slight grin, and then looks toward the door as the sound of deep laughter reaches his ears*

Grimlock: *from the hall* His aft! His aft! His aft on fire!

Wheeljack: Ugh, no more karaoke for you.

Ens. Falman: ... *raised brow*

WakeJumper: *is that soft clang of a facepalm*

Lily: *happy babbles for Grimmy-Bubby!*

Swoop: We don't care! Let the @#$@#$@ burn!

Wheeljack: Swoop, don't say stuff like that around your sister.

Lily: *bwee!!!*

Swoop: Is song. What things?

Wheeljack: You gotta care if someone's aft's on fire.

First Aid: *soft facepalm as the family comes into sight. Wheeljack's skidplate is indeed badly charred. Again*

WakeJumper: *apologetic expression, though her attention goes to Ens. Falman* *quietly* First Aid, did they give you a partner as well?

Lily: *flaily fit of glee, can see Aunty!*

First Aid: Oh no. *looks around, and then nods toward an empty place on the floor* Set him there. This is Ensign Falman, of the IGP. He's visiting.

Grimlock: *still singing. Hasn't got a bad voice, even though he's laughing more than he's getting the words out*

WakeJumper: IGP? *blinks a bit as she moves to carefully grab Lily before gently setting Wheeljack down*

Lily: *babble beep babble! Wants to stay with Daddy!*

First Aid: *glances at her passenger as she goes to grab materials, seeing if he wants to explain himself*

Swoop: *is going to kissy baby sissy* *actually in bot mode now for once*

Ens. Falman: *is a bit curious about Swoop, but he will answer WakeJumper's question* Intergalactic Police... We were contacted by Ratchet earlier.....

Lily: *just lost her mind with glee, will facehug Swoop!*

Swoop: *steals baby sissy and gives her more kissy!*

WakeJumper: *looks like she wants to fuss about this just a bit....*

Swoop: *and now she'll dress baby sissy in the GI Joe sweater that Roadblock's granny knit for him*

Lily: *blink blink, will study this new thing!* *clickstorm!*

First Aid: *has the cleaning supplies and a patch* Hold him down please, WakeJumper.

WakeJumper: *attention goes to holding husband down*

Wheeljack: What? No! *tries to escape*

WakeJumper: *pin!*

Wheeljack: Ahhhhh! No! Grimlock, help!

Grimlock: *looks at him, and then changes to bot mode and sits on his head*

WakeJumper: ... *can't help it, starts snickering*

First Aid: Remember, fart tag is illegal in the infirmary. *sets to work cleaning up the damage, despite her patient's muffled yells*

Grimlock: Awwww. XD

WakeJumper: *has to really hang on, is laughing so hard*

Ens. Falman: *blink blink blink* *to First Aid* You had to make a rule about it?

First Aid: *quietly embarrassed* No. Ratchet did.

Ens. Falman: *snerk*

Grimlock: *sings about the aft is on fire instead*

Wheeljack: *more muffled yells*

Cat Scan: *absently, is distracted by hurling birds at pigs* No setting people's butts on fire in the infirmary, Grimlock...

Ens. Falman: *snickerfit*

Swoop: *discovers the new guy, and sees if she can't catch him and add him to the collection along with baby sissy*

Ens. Falman: *surprised sound, acks when Lily begins poking at him curiously*

Lily: *someone new!* *poke poke poke*

Swoop: *softly* You, baby sissy be careful of squishy JOE.

Ens. Falman: *in between pokes* I'm not a JOE... I'm with the IGP...

Lily: Thrrrrrpt. *poke*

Swoop: *blinks* You did?

WakeJumper: *has to rest her head against her husband's back now, is laughing hard enough to rattle armor*

Lily: Thrrpt. *will cuddle the squishy guy*

Cpt. Ryan: *burst of laughter escapes as she sees Swoop turn Ens. Falman over and study his butt*

Lily: *offended huff for Swoop. I wasn't done cuddling that!*

Ens. Falman: *mortified*

Cpt. Ryan: Could I talk to that guy for a little while, sweetheart? *grins up at Swoop*

Swoop: *quizzical look for the funny lady, and then looks at her Mama*

WakeJumper: *nods, is still rattling, but has muted her vocalizer*

Swoop: Okay. Me Swoop can talk to him more after you?

Cpt. Ryan: If he wants. *grins* Till then why don't you talk to General Hawk and his shoulder angels?

Swoop: *looks* Aunty Sharpshot and Aunty Desi!

General Hawk: *mortified that the captain heard what he muttered about the ladies*

Desinex: *clicks, is still absently stinkeyeing General Hawk*

Sharpshot: *happy clicks, will gently patpat General Hawk's shoulder and scoot over to see Swoop*

Cpt. Ryan: *leads her best friend out of the room and a little ways down the hall*

WakeJumper: *rattling even more now that the source of her amusement is out of sight*


In the hall


Ens. Falman: *blushing severely*

Cpt. Ryan: *stops and looks him over with a bit of concern* Are you alright, friend?

Ens. Falman: I wasn't expecting to have my rear end inspected....

Cpt. Ryan: She acts like a child. *gently dusts that butt in her sometimes motherly way*

Ens. Falman: *small nod* It was still unexpected... The other child seems much younger... *yes, he was able to figure out that the one poking him was a child....*

Cpt. Ryan: *nods* Yes, that was a baby, I think. *gives him a thoughtful look that holds concern* So do you want to stay? There are warm-blooded people here, and even a young Mrrpt-Nyaah child that's been adopted by one of the Cybertronian families. You won't have to suffer from lack of contact anymore.

Ens. Falman: *expression brightens slightly* I think I could tolerate regular squishing by curious children...

Cpt. Ryan: It's not going to be too culturally shocking? I remember what you went through in school... *concern*

Ens. Falman: *quietly* I was younger and the idea of there being more than just my people was scary to me back then... I'm not the panicked kit I was when you and I first met...

Cpt. Ryan: *will pull him close, feeling a little amused at being the taller person in the hug this time* *quietly* If I were warm I'd gladly be your snuggle buddy, my friend.

Ens. Falman: *small smile, hugs* *quieter* You'd still have to watch out for my pranks....

Cpt. Ryan: Has that ever bothered me for more than half an hour?

Ens. Falman: *soft chuckle, snuggle*

Cpt. Ryan: *gently lets him go* I'll date the guy in Engineering that you were trying to hook me up with.

Ens. Falman: *quietly as he nods* Lt. Scott is a good man.

Cpt. Ryan: *bit of a chuckle* He's our head engineer, Vato. Not a lieutenant anymore.

Ens. Falman: He's still a good man. *small smile*

Cpt. Ryan: *nods* We'll send down your things as soon as General Hawk gives us the coordinates. *gentle pat on the shoulder* *softly speaks the Mrrpt-Nyaah farewell* Hunt well.

Ens. Falman: *nod* *quietly* May good hunting and a warm fire greet you wherever you go.

Cpt. Ryan: I claim your name for my firstborn son. *eyes twinkle as she remembers this too*

Ens. Falman: *soft chuckle... and then he's being a bit of a brat* I hope your firstborn son minds you more than I do.

Cpt. Ryan: *pokes him right in the ticklish spot on his side*

Ens. Falman: Ack! *skitters away from the poke*

Cpt. Ryan: *fond smile* Mind General Hawk, alright? *talks on her cuff, telling Lt. Harper that she's ready to go*

Lt. Harper: *says goodbye to this neat human guy with the cool accent and the not too bad smelling food and comes to stand by the captain*

Ens. Falman: *nods, saluting properly*

Cpt. Ryan: *salutes back, and then she and the lieutenant bounce away with a shimmer and flash*

Gung-Ho: *rounds the corner with a big bowl of gumbo*

Ens. Falman: *attention goes to Gung-Ho, curious expression is a go as he catches the scent of the gumbo*

Gung-Ho: *nods to him and goes inside, then tries to convince First Aid that Cat Scan needs this gumbo!*

First Aid: *not convinced, and intent on butt fixing*

Ens. Falman: *moves to return to the infirmary, will hope that he won't get his butt inspected again*

WakeJumper: *recovered from her armor-rattling laughing fit, will smile at Gung-Ho*

Lily: *clickstorm! Hi, Unca Gung-Ho!*

Gung-Ho: *smiles back to WJ, and waves to Lily and the other kids. Then appeals to Cat Scan* Hey, Cat, you 'wake up dere?

Lifeline: *Ratchetish grump in sleep*

Ratchet: *soft clicks, will gently rub Lifeline's back without waking up*

Cat Scan: *distractedly* Yeah.... *pauses her game of Plants VS Zombies to look over the edge of the bin*

Gung-Ho: *goes over to the table and holds up the bowl of gumbo* You hungry, sha?

Cat Scan: *grins* Starving. *will try and move to get out of the bin*

First Aid: Desinex, will you help your sister? *accidentally just let slip her feelings for the junior medic*

Desinex: *blink blink, soft chuckle. Will move to help Cat Scan out of the bin and gently set her down in front of Gung-Ho*

Cat Scan: *blinks a bit at First Aid, surprise clear on her face*

First Aid: *intent on using scrub brush on Wheeljack's butt to try and get all the char off it. Doesn't realize what she said*

General Hawk: *blinking at the female medic and looking a bit puzzled. But just turns his attention to Ens. Falman* I should show you where you'll sleep. It took a bit of shuffling to get you a private room instead of a spot in the barracks.

Ens. Falman: *hesitates* *quietly* Actually, sir... I'd prefer the barracks...

General Hawk: *stops and gives the ensign a surprised look* Are you sure? You'd be surrounded by rowdy natives.

Swoop: *just set Lily down where the baby could get Gung-Ho*

Ens. Falman: *nods* *quietly, almost sheepishly* I prefer being around people...

Lily: *scoot scoot scoot along on her butt towards Unca Gung-Ho! Will get his leg!*

Gung-Ho: Ack! *laughter and Cajun baby talk*

Lily: *happy babbles*

General Hawk: Are you sure?

Ens. Falman: *nods* *quieter* How much information about the Mrrpt-Nyaah did Capt. Ryan provide, sir?

General Hawk: She said you were sensitive people, and that you're not currently in your root mode. *can you tell which race this guy had first contact with?*

Ens. Falman: *small nod* The majority of us are also very tactile...

General Hawk: *slight surprise, and then a wince as Tripwire comes in search of his partner and lives up to his name*

Ens. Falman: *startles before he's moving to see if Tripwire is injured*

Gung-Ho: *laughing* Trip, you dope.

Tripwire: I'm okay. Really. It takes a... darn. Um. Anybody have a finger splint?

General Hawk: *face palm*

Desinex: *going to fuss over Tripwire*

First Aid: *applying patch to butt* Do you know where the splints are, Desinex? Don't worry, Sharpshot. He's alright.

Sharpshot: *clicks softly*

Desinex: *nods and moves to bring Tripwire into the infirmary. Will go get a finger splint from the supply closet*

General Hawk: *to Vato* Tripwire is Desinex's partner. Cat Scan is Ratchet's. And Gung-Ho is partner to both our heavy gunner Ironhide, and his wife Chromia.

Ens. Falman: *small nod, mentally filing away this information, which now helps WakeJumper's earlier question to First Aid make sense* I see...

Sharpshot: *forgot why she came along... will start absently humming something she heard on the radio earlier today*

Hound: *quiet apology as he steps over the General and the ensign and goes to get his wife*

Ens. Falman: *blink blink, surprised expression is a go*

Sharpshot: *soft, happy sound as she sees Hound, will go to him and snugglecling*

Stretcher: *finally arrives!* *as Splinter helps by carrying the other end of the huge box* Ratchet... He's asleep. Well next time he wants to get a CPR dummy through customs he can go himself.

General Hawk: They gave you a hard time?

Stretcher: *grumpy* They were convinced it was another kind of life sized doll. And the guy at the desk was a real jerk about it.

Ens. Falman: *blinks and moves to help with the box*

Sharpshot: *peeeks at Stretcher* *quietly* Derps. Derps.

Splinter: *peeks at Ens. Falman curiously from under her bunny toque*

Ens. Falman: *curiously* Are CPR dummies not made in this country?

Stretcher: *looks at him* This country? I guess so. But we had to send out of state.

Ens. Falman: ....Then why was there a need to go through customs? *so confused*

Stretcher: *curious look*

General Hawk: *explains customs as Hound moves to lead Sharpshot out of the infirmary*

Ens. Falman: *looks slightly less confused than before by the time the explanations are done*

General Hawk: *glances over and realizes that Wheeljack is just about to be set free* Why don't I show you where you'll be bunking now? Oh, and you might want to think of a code name. *will try to herd the ensign out of the infirmary*

Ens. Falman: *small nod as he's herded* *puzzled* Codename.... I already use one alias....

General Hawk: *as the doors slide shut* Oh, right... Did your captain mention Hermie...?

First Aid: *picks Cat Scan and gumbo up and moves away from the man pinned to the floor* Alright, WakeJumper, you and Grimlock can let him go.

WakeJumper: *moves to get up*

Swoop: Look, sissy! Him daddy all better!

Grimlock: *backfires and then bolts out of the room and away down the hall laughing*

Wheeljack: *collapsed and kissing the floor* Ugh, kill me now.

Ratchet: *awake!* *and groaning at the smell*

First Aid: *moves Cat Scan out of smell range, and then turns on the fan in the ceiling* *sigh*

Gung-Ho: *quiet notcussing under his breath. Is glad he's 'short'*

Desinex: *bristling and looking about ready to knock some sense into Grimlock's head. Again.*

First Aid: *gently moves to lead Desinex and Tripwire into one of the private rooms and away from the smell now* Shhh, Desinex. It'll be gone soon.

Desinex: *grump grump grump* *will fuss over Tripwire a bit more, since Kriti's still at daycare with the rest of the kids*

First Aid: *pats her gently on the shoulder and comms Showtime, then comes out to check on her other patients, her husband, and her daughter*

Stretcher: *grouching about Ratchet being asleep*

Ratchet: *moving to carefully sit up, will tuck Lifeline into the cubbyhole after closing his intakes* I'm awake now, Stretcher....

Stretcher: *points to the box* And your shift's over.

Ratchet: *moves to get the box open while WakeJumper helps Wheeljack up*

Wheeljack: *grumbling about 'that slaggin' kid' as he creaks to his feet* C'mon, Swoop. Let's go home before your brother drinks all my stuff.

Swoop: *over she comes, and offers sweater wearing baby sissy!*

Wheeljack: *blinks at that* ...She's not a doll.

Lily: *babble!*

WakeJumper: *soft chuckle, will cuddle Lily and move to try and herd her family home*

First Aid: *goes to retrieve Cat Scan after gently chasing Gung-Ho out of the infirmary. Sets the young woman up on the table where Stormshadow can find her*

Stormshadow: *stops his soft SOS*

Cat Scan: *nommin' gumbo, kthx*

Stormshadow: *goes up the back of her PJ shirt*

Cat Scan: *squirrrms and tries not to spill her meal*

Stretcher: Why'd you have to buy a dummy in the mail anyway? *frowning as Ratchet tosses aside the bubble wrap*

Ratchet: Because there are people who would have tried to make off with it and leave it in unusual places....

Stretcher: Say what?

First Aid: We've had all the dummies we're allowed, because people keep 'siccing' them on other people.

Ratchet: If the last one hadn't turned up in General Flagg's office, we wouldn't have had a limit...

Stretcher: o.O The old General killed a CPR dummy?

Ratchet: *nods* The pranksters dressed it up in a uniform and placed it behind his door....

Stretcher: *wince* Man...

Ratchet: The first time we had to replace a CPR dummy, it was after it had been strung up a flagpole....

Cat Scan: ... *staring at Ratchet now, not sure she should believe him*

Stretcher: Who's doing all this?

First Aid: *sadly* If we knew, they wouldn't be doing it anymore.

Ratchet: *small nod* *gently lifts the dummy and examines it*

Stretcher: And it's really important to have a CPR dummy?

First Aid: Yes. We Cybertronians have to practice what to do in case one of you gets hurt, especially our non-medical members.

Ratchet: *another nod, and a satisfied hum that the dummy is up to standards*

Stretcher: *suddenly understands as he watches how delicately Ratchet is handling the dummy* They're afraid of breaking us, so they need to practice handling something like us. It's not just for CPR, is it?

Ratchet: *looks to Stretcher* It's especially important for those who are new arrivals... Those of us who have been planetside for awhile have learned how to safely interact with humans and other organic races...

First Aid: *soft crooning as she cuddles Splinter in her hands*

Desinex: *back out into the main part of the infirmary, is gently cradling Tripwire and looking to bring her niece to First Contact and Tunnel Rat*

First Aid: *soft talking as she surrenders the rat girl, then hugs Desinex and tells her she'll see her later*

Desinex: *nods and gently nudges First Aid with her shoulder before moving to leave the infirmary, clicking softly all the while*

Stretcher: *nods slowly* So I see. *looks back up to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *small, proud smile as he watches Desinex go* *can't believe it's been almost a year since she and Sharpshot separated...*

First Aid: *doing some last bits of tidying, and then reminds Ratchet not to forget Cat Scan and Stormshadow as she gently picks Rock 'n Roll up and brings him out of the infirmary and over to where Jazz is working in the Prime's office*

Ratchet: *nods to First Aid, will move to gently set the CPR dummy back in its box. Will then carefully set the box on the examining table, and check to see how far Cat Scan is from finishing her bowl of gumbo*

Cat Scan: *finished eating, is rubbing at her eyes and grumping about being sleepy*

Stretcher: You sure it's safe to leave that there? *settling at Cat Scan's desk*

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle, moves to help her back into the bin after verifying that Stormshadow is in the junior medic's pajama shirt... again...* The rest of the Autobots won't disturb it, I don't think... and it would take a bit of work for the human JOES to get to it....

Stretcher: Alright...

Cat Scan: Plus nobody crosses Ratchet.

Ratchet: *soft snerk* There is that, too...

Stretcher: *chuckle* Alright. Now what're you still doing here? This is my shift.

Ratchet: *chuckles* We're going... *moves to head out of the infirmary and towards home*

Stretcher: *settles down to checking patients and doing paperwork*

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