rwVerse. Blackout's Apartment. Final Assault

[dens_extra_pups]

Blackout: *standing behind the door and listening to footsteps. As her brother passes through the door she reaches over, sticks a hand under the tray he's carrying, and smacks the plate of energon creme pie into his face*

Jetfire: *startled curse*

Blackout: *slight smirk as the youngbots who'd been sitting in the living room, arguing gleefully with an interactive holovid, laugh uproariously at the pie in the face*

Jetfire: .... *wiping his optics clear of energon creme pie* *considering look.... and then he's attempting to retaliate in kind*

Blackout: *catches his wrists and tries to prevent it!*

youngbots: *happily throw snacks at their elders instead of the holotube*

Jetfire: *determined to mush energon creme pie in Blackout's face!*

Blackout: *moves in front of the door as she grins slightly and braces herself against her brother's onslaught! It feels good to play again a bit...*

youngbots: *catcalls and laughter at their officers, and at the confused holo-entertainer track*

Jetfire: *optics shining with mischief, is bound and determined to at least get SOME of the energon creme pie onto Blackout*

Blackout: *suddenly grunts, her optics widening for a moment before they go dark and she crumples*

Jetfire: *startled sound*

youngbots: *on their feet and bounding over Blackout and through the door like a pack of angry hounds*

Jetfire: *yells for a medic, will move to check Blackout's systems* *is just a bit scared, but he won't admit to that*

Blackout: *undamaged... except for that surgically clean cut right through her back strut just above her waist*

Jetfire: *calling Starscream, even as he moves to try and make sure Blackout's comfortable (Yes, he knows this is a ridiculous notion at the moment, but he's trying to not panic, slaggit!). Will bellow for a medic again, and scan Blackout in the hopes that she's not seriously hurt*

Red Alert: *running up the hallway with two brawny young members of Blackout's army flanking him protectively*

Starscream: *startled at the force of that ping* //Jetfire? What's wrong?//

Jetfire: //Blackout's been attacked!//

Starscream: *shock and anger in his voice* //What? Where?//

Red Alert: *down on his knees and now hooking Deherree to her mother in attempt to keep Blackout online* There's a danger of cross infection, but your systems are the closest to hers in terms of running rate.

Deherree: *just growls, her optics white*

Jetfire: //Where we's been stayin'!// *can you hear the undercurrent of panic in the old Seeker's voice, Starscream?*

Starscream: //We're on our way. Where are the youngbots?//

something: *explodes spectacularly outside*

Starscream: //Alright, they haven't gotten far yet.//

Jetfire: //Hurry. Red's hookin' Deherree t' Blackout...// *cycling air and rattling armor. Is scared spitless*

Starscream: *can faintly be heard speaking to Skywarp and another Seeker, as well as other flight enabled members of the police*

Red Alert: Oh no, this is a different virus.

Jetfire: .... *relays that to Starscream, and moves to scan Blackout again. His optics are white with the force of his distress and worry*

Red Alert: *working rapidly, and then pausing in shock* Deherree... part of your code is...

Deherree: *growls at him, and then her spark gives that flare that it does when she's especially angry*

Blackout: *jerks at the feedback her offspring just sent through her systems*

Jetfire: *clicks softly and reaches for Blackout's hand*

Red Alert: *stops him* Please don't. I'm not sure exactly what's happening here.

Jetfire: *hey, Deherree's not the only one who can growl!*

world: *seems to come apart in explosive pandemonium*

Dreadnought: *tersely, as he shields the older bots and his sister* Know what's happenin' there, though.

Red Alert: *startled and very unhappy sounds as he continues to work on his patient*

Jetfire: *tense and bristling*

barrage: *continues for several minutes, shattering the holotube and knocking holes in the roof/ceiling of the apartment* *isn't only coming from the sky*

Jetfire: *weaponry at the ready*

Sparta: *sudden whoop as he breaks radio silence* //Got her!//

Prowl: //I don't know that Minicon.//

Sparta: //Here, lemme squish her back into shape a li...OUCH!//

Requiem: //Cut it out, slaghead. Gimme.//

Jetfire: *still tense and bristling* //Give 'er t' Screamer.//

Starscream: //I have her. And... this Minicon isn't from this reality.//

Requiem: //What?//

Mouse: //Dis ist nicht gut.//

Jetfire: //...WHAT?!//

Sparta: //No slag sherOUCH!//

Apoleia: //Just shut up.//

Requiem: //Lemme see the coordinates. Slag...//

Apoleia: //Requiem, that's the reality you used to register for, before it closed.//

Jetfire: *maybe it's a good thing he doesn't have anything in hand, as it'd likely be destroyed by now*

Red Alert: *without looking up* Jetfire, calm down.

Jetfire: *growl* You calm down!

Dreadnought: ... Did you just say that ta Red Alert?

Jetfire: *more growl*

Requiem: //Jetfire? You there, sir?//

Jetfire: *tense* //Aye.//

Requiem: //I just called Bender. He knows who she was.//

Jetfire: //... Was?//

Requiem: //Yeah. Sparta stepped on 'er. She's dead.//

Sparta: *rotten snigger over the line, then another yelp*

Jetfire: //Sparta, shut up. Requiem, who was she?//

Requiem: //The original third member of Bender's old team. Her name was Deep.//

Jetfire: //.... Never 'eard'a 'er.//

Requiem: //I did. There was a rumour she was destroying ships in some Earth ocean. And she was at the sign a couple times. She hated Bulks.//

Jetfire: *growl that gets transmitted over comms* //Tha' di'n't give 'er th' slaggin' right t' be makin' th' choice tha' ain't nobody's but Primus 'n th' Greatest Creator's!//

Requiem: //Did I say it did? Sir.//

Starscream: //How's Blackout?//

Jetfire: //Red's still workin' on 'er.// *agitated Seeker is agitated*

Starscream: *small and angry voice* //I see.//

sounds from outside: *the sounds of strong young Destrons, and sheepish but angry cops digging people out of the neighbourhood they just destroyed* *oh, and a fervent Minicon "Hail Blackout!"*

Jetfire: *tells the youngbots to help clean things up*

Requiem: //We're already doin' that.//

Red Alert: *quiet sigh and sits back on his heels*

Jetfire: *looks to the medic* *worriedly* 'Ow is she?

Red Alert: *quietly* She's alive...

Jetfire: .... But? *expects there to be a 'but'*

Red Alert: *head bows* The virus locked her processor down before Deherree and I could eradicate it.

Jetfire: *CURSE*

Red Alert: Do you want me to move her to the same facility where I'm caring for the others?

Jetfire: *nod. Is far too tense right now*

Red Alert: *nods to Deherree and Dreadnought, who gently lift their commander and then PINpoint away with her and the medic*

Pink: *comes riding down the hall on Kid. Looks at Jetfire and wibbles*

Jetfire: *offers hugs. Right now, that's all he can think to do*

Pink: *snuggles as Kid sways on her feet and explores rubble on the floor with her trunk* Where's Blackout?

Jetfire: Red Alert's helpin' 'er....

Pink: Will he be done fixing her soon?

Jetfire: *quieter* Dunno...*

Pink: *startles and looks up at him with wide optics*

Jetfire: *quietly* Th' glitch really hurt her.... *shaking just a bit*

Pink: But... she's Blackout.

Jetfire: Aye.... 'N she'll get through this.... 'N knock Sparta around fer killin' th' glitch afore she could....

Pink: *small giggle despite herself* That was an accident. She ran away from the shooting and bombing, and he had a kneejerk stomp reaction.

Jetfire: Still.... *soft rumble*

Pink: *sad little beeps as she snuggles. Then startles again and peeks at Starscream as he walks up*

Jetfire: *looks up from trying to comfort Pink. Optics are still nearly white*

Starscream: *offers him a flattened black Minicon that still shows clear signs of a submarine alt mode*

Jetfire: *low, rumbly growl* *will reach for the flattened shell*

Starscream: *hands her over* *quietly* Bender says she was insane.

Jetfire: *nod*

Starscream: *looks around* What are your orders, sir?

Jetfire: Find out 'f th' nutbar was th' 'un responsible fer Sideswipe 'n th' kid.

Starscream: *reaches up and pries a missile out of the launcher the dead bot is wearing. Holds this up as he looks back up at Jetfire*

Jetfire: .... *nod* *ducks his head a bit and cycles air as he tries to think*

Starscream: There were no other casualties in the neighbourhood.

Jetfire: *quietly* Good.

Pink: *earnest correction* Except the neighbourhood.

Jetfire: *snerk* Buildings c'n be fixed....

Starscream: Yes. We've done it before. *puts the missile into an evidence bag, then looks back at his commanding officer* ...Sir, if you don't relax a little you'll burn something out.

Jetfire: *rattles armor* I'll be alright, lad.

Starscream: *in that quietly determined way of his* I don't think so, sir.

Jetfire: *scowl*

Starscream: *nods to Pink*

Pink: *sedation tab!*

Jetfire: *startled blurt, and then he's wobbling*

Starscream: *catches him and brings him into the damaged apartment. Lays him on the couch, and then looks at Pink* Take care of him. I don't want to have to be in charge forever.

Pink: *big nod* He'll be okay when Blackout is.

Starscream: *sigh* Then we'll have to do everything we can to make sure she winds up alright. *steps out of the apartment and then transforms and jets away through a hole in the roof to go oversee the bringing in of material to repair the damages*

Pink: *sits by Jetfire to watch and wait. And pray*

((Written with random_xtras))