TPF. Tau Station and Autobot Outpost Omega One. Daughters

[dens_extra_pups]

Wheeljack: *strapped into his hammock, which is tucked back behind the Jackhammer in one of the outward-facing bays on Tau Station. Is sleeping off a bit of a hangover, courtesy of Lockdown sharing some of his stash after a brawl the shift before*

Wheeljack's comm: *ping!*

Wheeljack: *awake! Ish* Wheeljack here.

Lockdown: *from somewhere under one of the Jackhammer's wings* Shaddap sleepin'.

Fixer: //Wheeljack, get your sorry scrapmetal aft up to the repair ward.//

Wheeljack: Yeah, yeah.... I'll be there....

Fixer: //This cycle!//

Wheeljack: *grumbles as he moves to unstrap from the hammock* I said I'll be there, femme.

Fixer: *voice deadly quiet* //What did you just call me?//

Wheeljack: *rolls his optics a bit, soooo not intimidated. Moving to head for an entrance* You heard me.

Fixer: *tons of menace in her quiet reply* //I see.//


Repair ward, a few minutes later


Wheeljack: *sauntering in with a cube of energon in hand*

Fixer: *straightens as she hears the door open, and turns away from the computer console she'd been working at* *expression dark as she turns, it turns thunderous when she sees him* What is that?

Wheeljack: What's it look like?

Fixer: *tentacle moves faster than the optic can track, lashing out and slapping the energon into Wheeljack's face* Didn't I say hustle, you slack-jawed son of a glitch??

Wheeljack: *so startled that he doesn't react other than to boggle*

Fixer: *smacks him upside the head* Get that look off your face! You've got a slaggin' processor, so use it!

Wheeljack: *protesting the smack* What the scrap's your problem?!

'Rail: *just vacated his station, since he knows it's safer to steer clear of Fixer when she's in a mood.... and it looks like she's getting there now*

Wheeljack: *notices that the tall, grey medic that fought him a round the down cycle before is getting the pit out of here*

Fixer: 'WHAT IS MY PROBLEM'??? What is YOUR slaggin' problem, you exhaust processored... *stops, and suddenly there is a grin that is terrifying in its amusement on her face* Get your aft to Earth.

Wheeljack: *just a bit wary now, not that it shows* Why?

Fixer: *smile sweetens* Because your daughter is going through a medical emergency and might need a code transfusion at some cycle or other.

Wheeljack: .... Daughter? *raised brow ridge*

Fixer: Yup. *turns back to the computer*

Wheeljack: ... What are you talking about?

Fixer: *ignores him*

Wheeljack: Since when do I have a daughter?

Fixer: You've had two for over a vorn.

Wheeljack: .... *raised brow* What?

'Rail: //Wheeljack, you glitched slagger, just go.//

Wheeljack: .... *wondering at that, but will move to head back to the bay* //What's she talking about?//

'Rail: *no reply*

Wheeljack: //Well, you're real helpful.// *grumbles as he moves to kick Lockdown away from the Jackhammer*

Lockdown: Hey! *curses as he floats through the airlock and becomes something for his daughter and her mate to fish out of the asteroid belt*

Wheeljack: I got told to go to Earth. Somethin' about a daughter? *mutter and does final flight checks*

Lockdown: *rude gesture in the distance, but is too far away to shut anything off in retaliation*

Wheeljack: *as a pink shape moves to catch Lockdown, he's taking off*


A few days later, outside of Omaha, Nebraska


Wheeljack: *ducked behind the Jackhammer, except for when he's taking shots at Dreadwing*

Beau: *doing a fly-by overhead and reporting the scene to the Autobots and Taubots* //Looks like a couple of 'Cons duking it out...//

Muhlisha: *from base* //Any idea which 'Cons?//

Beau: //Not anybody I'm familiar with.... I'll try and get a better visual.// *putting his years in the Air Force as a pilot to good use as he does another fly-by, a bit closer than before*

Bulkhead: *from where he's looking over Muhlisha's shoulder* //Hey, that's not a 'Con! Jackie's back!//

Muhlisha: //That ain't a 'Con, Mac. He's 'Bot.//

Beau: //See if you can patch me through to him.// *taking a shot or two at the other Cybertronian now that he knows who to shoot at*

Wheeljack: *distracted from shooting at Dreadwing by what he thinks is another 'Con. Will take a shot at the jet, only to jerk as Dreadwing gets a lucky shot in*

Beau: *over a loudspeaker* //Hey! I'm on your side!//

Muhlisha: //Wheeljack, ya dumbaft, don't shoot Prime's human!//

Wheeljack: //Prime's human, huh?// *firing off shots at Dreadwing*

Beau: *doing his best to avoid getting shot down* //We might need that backup after all, Muhlisha.//

Muhlisha: //Bridge's openin' as soon as Wake gits 'is fingers outta 'is intakes.//

ground bridge: *opening near Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: Heh... Looks like the cavalry's here....

Muhlisha: *comes charging through, and shoots as soon as she spots the target!*

Bumblebee: *flanks his temporary Commander, optics narrowed slightly as he too fires*

Wheeljack: *trying to get back to his feet*

Beau: *startled curse as Dreadwing scans the jet*

Bulkhead: *hands on his friend's shoulders* Eclipse, Witchblade, c'mon.

Eclipse: *moving to help* Easy, Wheeljack... We've got your six.

Wheeljack: *snort* *doesn't think the little femme looks like much of a fighter*

Beau: //The Decepticon's getting away!// *and he's going after it!*

Wheeljack: Not on my watch! *trying to get a bomb out*

Witchblade: *hurtles overhead, singing gleefully*

Bulkhead: *holds Wheeljack down* Let the girls 'n Bee do their job. *just totally called Torque and Rockface girls*

Torque: *as he hurries to where he thinks he needs to be* Watch who you're callin' a girl, Bulky!

Rockface: *taking shots at Dreadwing's tail*

Eclipse: *eeks just a bit* //Everyone be careful, 'cause there's a gas station really close by!//

Muhlisha: Witchy, drive him off!

Witchblade: Dreeeeeeedddy, my daddy wants a word with youuuuuu.

Dreadwing: *shooting off into the distance*

Beau: //Nice job, everyone!// *sounds just a bit giddy as he flies by overhead*

Eclipse: And good riddance! *glad she didn't have to get any boomsticks out*

Witchblade: *comes up abreast of Beau's jet* Hey, Colonel Mac, goin' my way?

Beau: //Sure. As long as you're headin' back to Autobot Outpost Omega One, Witchblade.// *so amused, and glad to be back in the cockpit*

Witchblade: Eeee! I have a date! *flies off toward the base, laughing*

Bulkhead: *busy hauling Wheeljack to his feet, unfazed by girlfriend silliness* Never expected you back so fast, Jackie.

Wheeljack: Didn't think I'd be back this way, Bulky....

Eclipse: *moving to help support Wheeljack* *looks a bit distracted for a few moments* Okay, Wake's getting things ready to start repairs...

Bulkhead: So why're ya here?

Muhlisha: C'mon, Wake, open the fraggin' gate.

Wake: *just got the gate open*

Wheeljack: It's kind of a funny story...

Eclipse: *going to start trying to herd everyone through the ground bridge*

Bulkhead: I'm listenin'. *nearly hauls Wheeljack through the bridge, aware of Muhlisha bringing up the rear after Eclipse*

Arcee: So what about the ships?

Muhlisha: Hold on. *goes back, and then the Jackhammer's zipping past overhead* //Mac says his guys have the other one.//

Arcee: *chuckles and then she's moving to herd Torque and Rockface back through the bridge as well*


Back at base


Bulkhead: *plunks Wheeljack down* C'mon, Jackie, spill it!

Witchblade: *comes soaring in through the door* My boyfriend's back and you're gonna be soorrry... Hey la, hey la!

June: *snerks and then looks at the new guy curiously from where she's curled on the fold out couch*

Wheeljack: *slight cringe as the movement jostles one of his injuries* Started a few solar cycles ago out on Tau station... Got woke up from sleepin' off one of Lockdown's mixes and a brawl by some femme with tentacles. Told me ta get to Earth. *jerks as WakeJumper begins working* Hey! Watch it!

WakeJumper: Well, if you'd hold still...

Bulkhead: Better hold still. He'll sit on you. *arm absently goes around Witchblade as she comes over and leans on him*

Wheeljack: *sizing up WakeJumper* I believe it.... Anyway, I was heading this way, and I ran across Dreadwing... *expression darkens*

Denver: *coming down the hall to see if anyone's got any blue plastic that she can feed to Panacea. Stops short when she sees an unfamiliar 'Bot*

Bulkhead: *brows raise* So that wasn't Skyquake.

Arcee: Why would it be? Skyquake was offlined and brought back as a Terrorcon....

Wheeljack: *quietly, even as he growls a bit due to WakeJumper getting a tool in a sore spot* Bulky, Torky, do either of you remember Seaspray?

Bulkhead: *perks* Hey, yeah! How is old Barnacle Butt?

Torque: *chuckles as he moves to sit on a nearby crate* Yeah, how is he?

Wheeljack: *small headshake* Not so good.... Blown to bits, actually....

Bulkhead: ... *droop* No way. *hugs Witchblade*

Wheeljack: Picked up his signal a couple of light years from Maderan.... We made plans to rendezvous in the Dromedon system, but Dreadwing must'a intercepted the signal. He got ta Seaspray first.... Proximity bomb.... Meant ta take both of us out, but lucky for me, the Jackhammer's built ta take a beating....

Eclipse: *frowning and bustling about as she listens*

Bulkhead: *drooping and sad* *quietly* How long ago was that?

Wheeljack: *quietly* Before the first time I stopped by here. *tries to shove WakeJumper's hand away from his injury*

WakeJumper: *holding Wheeljack still* Quit squirming.

Witchblade: Wakey learned from Fixer. He knows the best way to weld afts down.

Wheeljack: Fixer? Who the scrap's that?

Torque: The femme with the tentacles. *moving to check on Hot Rod and Panacea*

Witchblade: Yup! ^_^ *snuggles sad boyfriend*

Bulkhead: *looking down and thinking as he absently cuddles the tall, slender femme at his side*

Wheeljack: *slight scowl and a bit of a headshake* Anyway, I ran into Dreadwing again near a ringed gas giant in this system, and chased him here.... Still don't get what Fixer was talking about though....

Witchblade: What'd she say? *goes to tiptoes so she can give Bulkhead a peck* *yes, Wheeljack, Bulkhead is being affectionate to Lockdown's wilder daughter*

Wheeljack: That one of my... daughters... might need a code transfusion.... *still not certain the femme wasn't just yanking his servo to get him off the station*

Bulkhead: *suddenly fully focused on his friend* You have kids?

Wheeljack: Apparently, I've got two.

Bulkhead: ...So you're here because you have two daughters? *frowns and looks at WakeJumper*

Wheeljack: *slight shrug* I guess....

WakeJumper: ...Only girls I can think of who'd be his'd be.... *trails off to go 0_0*

Bulkhead: Who are they, Jackie?

Witchblade: Not me! *giggle*

Wheeljack: No idea. Only found out about 'em a few solar cycles ago.... *amused look for Witchblade* No, you're one'a Locky's kids. Even I know that.

WakeJumper: I know who they are. *not sure whether to be amused or not*

Bulkhead: *looks toward the medic* You do?

WakeJumper: *nod* Think about it a bit, Bulkhead... The only girls here who came from Tau and aren't Lockdown's kids or Optimus and Ratchet's...

Bulkhead: ...Lisha's Brawn's.

Torque: .... *and now he's cackling*

Wheeljack: ... Brawn spawned? *finds that really surprising*

Bulkhead: Yeah, 'n the code's mixed with Desi's.

Wheeljack: .... Scrap... *laughing now* What a combination!

Arcee: And Rockface is Cliffjumper's clone, so that leaves Keepsake and Eclipse.

Bulkhead: *frowns down at Witchblade, and then blinks* ...But Keepsake and Eclipse are Fixer's kids.

Eclipse: *absently, as she works on a diagram on her datapad* Yup....

Wheeljack: .... Wait, Keepsake's here?

Bulkhead: Yeah. She's not feelin' good though. Somehow or other she wound up getting pregnant.

Wheeljack: .... Pregnant? *then double takes* Wait.... Are you saying Keepsake's my kid?!

Witchblade: *sudden sniggerfit* Clipsie, put on yer mask.

Eclipse: *looks up and snaps her battle mask into place*

Wheeljack: 0_0

WakeJumper: *trying so hard not to snicker*

Bulkhead: *mouth hanging open a bit*

Witchblade: *laughs much!* No wonder Keepsake's so fraggin' crazy!

Wheeljack: *feeling just a bit brain-broken now*

Eclipse: *mask retracted, back to work on whatever it is she's working on*

Bulkhead: ...Uh. Heh.

WakeJumper: *finishes repairs now that Wheeljack is staying still* There. Just take it easy for a few days and let that heal....

Wheeljack: *low, drawn out curse*

Arcee: ...Nice.

Rockface: *cracking up now*

Bulkhead: So... you're gonna be a grandpa, Jackie.

Muhlisha: *as she walks in with Beau on her shoulder* What?

WakeJumper: *as he moves to put tools away* Wheeljack's one of Keepie and 'Clipsie's code donors.

Beau: ...So he's their dad then? *just a bit giddy still. Missed being in the cockpit.... and he's still got his flight suit on*

Muhlisha: ...How'd ya find that out? *amused grin for the tall former Wrecker as she goes over to the balcony to set Beau down*

WakeJumper: Fixer mentioned Jackie's got two daughters.... Then it was a process of elimination. We know who Witchy's dad is, who your dad is, and who Panacea's dad is... *chuckles and gently touches Eclipse's shoulder as he passes by her on his way to avoid Ratchet wrath by putting tools back where they belong*

Eclipse: *absent sound, is working here, Wake*

Beau: *once he's on the balcony, he's moving to scoop June up and kiss her*

June: *small sound of surprise, but then returns the kiss and adds a snuggle*

Jack: *just rolls over in his sleep on the other couch, pulling his sleeping bag over his head in the process*

Beau: *cuddles June and moves to sit down so he can hold her close*

Muhlisha: *goes over to stand by her mate as she thinks about what WakeJumper said* Huh.

Eclipse: *as she works* Someone poke Wheeljack... I think he needs a reset....

Witchblade: *trips over and lightly pokes Wheeljack right in his newly patched damage*

Bulkhead: Whoa! Witchy, don't... scrap.

Wheeljack: *startles and goes into battle mode before he can stop himself*

Torque: *moves to try and restrain Wheeljack* Easy, Jackie.

Witchblade: Here, lemme kiss it better.

Bulkhead: *retrieves girlfriend* Leave him alone, Witchy.

Witchblade: *cheerful pout*

Wheeljack: *gives himself a bit of a shake and shrugs off Torque's hands* *looks at Eclipse and sees just how much she looks like him, needs another reboot*

Bulkhead: *facepalms, and then walks over and socks Wheeljack upside the head* Snap outta it, Jackie.

Wheeljack: *quietly* Scrap...

Torque: *laughs*

Eclipse: *oblivious to the shenanigans now*

Muhlisha: *shakes her head and walks over to Wheeljack* C'mere.

Wheeljack: *will follow wherever he's lead, since he kind of figures it's not a good idea to get on the bad side of anyone who has both Brawn and Desinex's coding*

Muhlisha: *leads him down the hall, and past an open door. Through that door may be seen a large blue and red form laying very still as medical monitors beep and chirp softly*

Wheeljack: *surprised by that* ... What happened ta Optimus?

Muhlisha: *turns her head to glance into the room* She 'n Ratchet got desparked. Nearly fused. *continues on to the end of the hall*

Wheeljack: *cringe* Scrap..... *follows*

Muhlisha: *taps on the door of the little storeroom that Keepsake laid claim to* Yo, Percy, open up.

Perceptor: *comes to the door a few moments later... and then he's blinking a bit as he sees Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: .... *raised brow ridge*

Muhlisha: Jackie needsta talk ta Keepie. *slight shove for the tall white mech*

Perceptor: *small nod, moves to let Wheeljack into the quarters, will move to gently wake Keepsake*

Keepsake: *soft groan of protest as she unshutters optics that are a little too bright where she's laying there on that big crash pad, all bundled in a heated tarp* What, Percy?

Perceptor: *gently* There is someone who wishes to speak with you, Love... *nods towards Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *can see how bright Keepsake's optics are*

Keepsake: *frowns* Wheeljack? I thought ya already got on my case about the last scrap I pulled on ya.

Wheeljack: That's not why I'm here....

Keepsake: ...It was Witchy that scratched the Jackhammer.

Wheeljack: *snort* Figures.... But that's not why I'm here either...

Keepsake: *weary and quizzical look* Not givin' ya the boomstick recipe either.

Wheeljack: *snerk* Didn't figure you would.... *and now he's just a bit uncertain, though he'll cover it with a bit of a smirk* Fixer said I should come ta Earth.....

Keepsake: *puzzled* Alright...

Muhlisha: *comms Perceptor and tells him why*

Keepsake: *flinches at the spurt of surprise from her mate* What the scrap, Percy?

Perceptor: *quietly* One of your code donors was located....

Wheeljack: *if he's nervous, he's not showing it... much*

Keepsake: *frowns* You said I was a random generated.

Perceptor: The sequences are randomly selected from a database of donated coding....

Keepsake: *optics widen* I thought ya just made up code.

Perceptor: *quietly* It is difficult to create coding from scratch, even with my understanding of sparks...

Keepsake: ...So I got parents. Other than Fixer.

Perceptor: *nods, glancing to Wheeljack*

Keepsake: ... Yer slaggin' me.

Wheeljack: I would'a said the same thing at the start'a the solar cycle....

Keepsake: ...Explains why Clipsie' nuts.

Wheeljack: *SNERK*

Perceptor: *puzzled look for Wheeljack*

Keepsake: *then sighs as her optics close*

Wheeljack: *frown* Are you gonna be okay?

Keepsake: Yeah... proly. Spark's buddin'.

Wheeljack: *blank look* *nooo idea what that means*

Perceptor: *quietly explaining, even as he moves to gently rub Keepsake's shoulder*

Wheeljack: *boggling by the end of the explanation, and now he knows who might need that transfusion*

Keepsake: *opens eyes again* ...Sit time ta eat more calcien?

Perceptor: I believe so... *checks the schedule, moves to get the mineral*

Wheeljack: *makes a slight face at the idea of calcien, though he'll move to speak with Perceptor for a moment* *quietly* You'd better take good care of her, or we'll have ta have a chat...

Perceptor: *bit of a startled squeak as he's cornered, small nod* 0_0

Keepsake: *sitting up, and her optics are white* *growl*

Wheeljack: *looks to the source of the growl*

Perceptor: *scooting over to try and get Keepsake calmed down, will gently fuss as he offers the calcien*

Keepsake: *quiet and intense* You ever threaten my nerd again, and you don't wanna know where I'll put a boomstick. *white optics blazing*

Wheeljack: *much frowning now*

Perceptor: *trying to distract Keepsake*

Keepsake: *and then she's bewildered as her anger turns to sobbing*

Perceptor: *soothing murmurs and a gentle back rub as he again offers the calcien*

Keepsake: *doesn't want that now, but knows that if she doesn't eat it she'll get sick. So she eats* *and cries*

Perceptor: *paying Wheeljack no mind, is more concerned with taking care of Keepsake*

Wheeljack: *slipping out of the room*

Optimus: *coughing softly as he passes her room*

Wheeljack: *frowns and peeks in*

Optimus: *grimacing as she coughs. Turns her head and blinks blearily as she realizes she actually is hearing footsteps*

Panacea: *peeks over Mama and scowwwwls at the stranger*

Ratchet: *turns his head to see who's there*

Hot Rod: *sleepy sounds, moves to peek over Pansy's mama*

Wheeljack: *boggling now*

Optimus: *finally figures out where her mouth is* Wheel... jack?

Sam: Miao?

Wheeljack: *not exactly sure what he's looking at.... They're little like scraplets.... but they're not acting like the slagging things* Er.....

Denver: *snark* 'F yer gonna stand th're 'n look stupid, y'u c'n do th't jes' 's well 'n th' control room.

Panacea: Thrrpt thrrp!

Optimus: Den... ver. *Ratchet's hand gently covers the human teen*

Hot Rod: *sleepy little clickstorm, snuggaPanacea*

Ratchet: *groggy click, and then a bit of grumbling as he coughs*

Optimus: *blinks slowly at Wheeljack, her optics quizzical even as she winces at the tickle in her? intakes*

Muhlisha: Jackie? What's up? They alright? *comes walking down the hall, frowning*

Wheeljack: I think so? *still a bit weirded out by the sight of the little bots*

Denver: *mutter, grumble*

Hot Rod: *snuggaPansy*

Muhlisha: *looks into the room and winces, then turns and yells down the hall* Wake, they're coffin' again!

Panacea: *yells at her*

Muhlisha: *laugh* Hey, Pansy? You givin' me scrap?

WakeJumper: *can be heard heading down the hall a few moments later*

Ratchet: *cringing as he fights the urge to cough again, and fails*

Wheeljack: *absently leaning on the door frame now* So what's with the scraplets?

Muhlisha: *frowns at him. Then rolls optics* Sparklets. Those're baby bots, dork.

Wheeljack: *brow ridge up* Right.... So did Keepsake and Eclipse start off like that too then?

WakeJumper: *as he moves past* Yup. *will click softly to Hot Rod, even as he moves to see which of the two adults on the berth is the one coughing this time*

Muhlisha: *snerk* What he said.

Wheeljack: .... Huh. *thinking about that now. Then he'll go 0_0*

Muhlisha: Wake, you got that baby picture 'a you 'n Clipsie from the day she decided y'were hers?

WakeJumper: Yeah, here... *databursts it as he works on recalibrating one of Ratchet's pumps*

Muhlisha: *projects the image, grinning at the cuteness of love's first kiss*

Wheeljack: *studying the image of two little bundles of parts, making note of something he thinks is a bit odd.... before he's giving WakeJumper a slight Look* So you and Eclipse, huh?

WakeJumper: *stern Look for Ratchet when the older medic squirms, before he answers Wheeljack* Yeah.... Since the day she was put in her final shell...

Muhlisha: Oh, I got that picture. *shows WakeJumper in full flight down a curving corridor, with a grinning Eclipse in pursuit*

Wheeljack: *snerks at that* No denyin' she's one of mine now....

Ratchet: *found his own mouth* *quietly* And how....

Muhlisha: *shows the picture of that time Eclipse found out about boom rocks*

Wheeljack: *snickering now*

WakeJumper: *as he finishes recalibrations and checks on Denver only to get scowled at* That one from the first time she made a boomstick?

Muhlisha: Nope. This is the boom rocks. *remembers Keepsake feeding a couple of those to a drunk 'Rail. Ah, sibling affections*

WakeJumper: *groans* I remember those.... It took Fixer the better part of two cycles to get 'Rail functional again...

Muhlisha: S'what he got fer proposin'. *shrug*

WakeJumper: *headshake, moves to head back to the control room*

Wheeljack: *soft snort as he watches the brightly colored medic depart* *quieter* So what's his story?

Ratchet: *starting to fall asleep again* He's... good mech....

Optimus: *surprised to hear those words come from Ratchet's voice box, but then realizes that they'd both been thinking them. Quiet sound of agreement*

Muhlisha: Wake? Quadriate bot.

Wheeljack: .... *surprised look for Muhlisha* But that colony got vaped over a vorn ago....

Muhlisha: 'N the old Wreckers're disbanded. They all extinct? *grin*

Wheeljack: ... Is he a combiner or a multi?

Muhlisha: Fixer sez both.

Optimus: *surprised to hear that*

Ratchet: *also surprised, but was convinced WakeJumper was, at the very least, a potential multichanger. It certainly explains his size....*

Wheeljack: ... Scrap.... He 'n 'Clipsie, then?

Muhlisha: *shows him the pictures again* *including a third of a tuckered out Eclipse on WakeJumper's back as he flies home through the asteroid field*

Wheeljack: .... *silent as he studies the images* *then* How the slag're they both still sane? *heard the rumors about Quadriate bots, and the old saying*

Muhlisha: ...Who's sane? *snerks and walks off toward the control room*

Wheeljack: *snort* You know what I mean, femme. *moving to follow* "If you get into an argument with a Quadriate bot, let him win..."

Muhlisha: *snerk* Just don't park any barges on 'im. Or pull parts outta 'is friends. *comes out where WakeJumper can hear her as she says that*

WakeJumper: *looks up from where he's seated by Eclipse* Huh?

Muhlisha: *grins at him, and then goes to answer a beep from the computer* Hey, Kriti. What'd he do this time?

Kriti: *sounds so amused* //Punched the pirate ship in the nose.//

Eclipse: *snickerfitdie*

WakeJumper: *facepalm, grin*

Muhlisha: *snerk* Need me there?

Kriti: //Naw. Just figured you'd need to know why Mentor might be calling to ask you to save him from Fixer. Again.//

Muhlisha: *snerk* *looks at Wheeljack* My sister. *just in case you didn't know, mech*

Wheeljack: .... Gotcha.... *did a bit of a double take upon seeing the blue femme on-screen and hearing her speak*

Muhlisha: *looks at Kriti* Found out who Clipsie 'n Keepie're made from.

Kriti: //Oh? Cool. So whose coding do they have?//

Muhlisha: *crooks a thumb over her shoulder*

Kriti: *looks* //... Seriously?//

Wheeljack: *sticking his chin out a bit* Got a problem with it?

Kriti: //Scrap, no.// *dirty rotten grin* *to Muhlisha* //Should I tell Mentor that, or should I save it for later?//

Muhlisha: Wait'll 'e's drinkin'.

Kriti: *cackle*

Wheeljack: *bit of a O.o expression now at hearing that laugh after so long*

Muhlisha: How's Pinkie? Settled down?

Kriti: //For the most part. Mentor still startles him once in a while... He was trading a bit of BS with Locky the other shift...// *chuckle*

Muhlisha: *chuckle* They tell ya Witchy's settled?

Kriti: //I'll believe it when I see it, Muhlisha.//

Muhlisha: *steps aside to disclose a peacefully passed out Witchblade snuggled against a game playing Bulkhead*

Kriti: *boggles, and then she's grinning* //That's cute. I'm glad for her.//

Muhlisha: *grin* How're the Home Guard doin'?

Kriti: *and now her grin goes dirty rotten stinker* //Vissy got a coup on one of the pirate captains.//

Muhlisha: *slaps her leg* One we know?

Kriti: //Shark. Took the scrapheap's head clean off. It was awesome!//

Muhlisha: Woooo. So he's scrap? *glances to the side* Torky, bath.

Kriti: //Fixer's got more parts than injured bots again.//

Torque: Right... *heads for the washracks*

Muhlisha: *watches mate go, and then turns back to sister, deadpan*

Kriti: //So Torque's enjoying Earth, I take it?// *grin*

Wheeljack: And how. *amused headshake*

Muhlisha: Everybody is. *snerk* They got these cute little things here. *reaches over and snags Beau, then holds him up to the screen* They're people.

Beau: *startled blurt of Scottish*

Kriti: *blink blink, leans in close to the screen* //Wow.... Tiny...//

Muhlisha: *grins* This's Prime's partner. Lt. Col. Mac.

June: *blinking at suddenly empty warm spot that used to hold Beau*

Kriti: //Yo.//

Beau: *a bit bewildered now* Er... Hello...

Wheeljack: They come smaller than that too.

Kriti: *blink blink* //No, way.//

Muhlisha: Just like we come smaller. They got gals 'n guys, too. This one's gal's sitting there... oops. *gives Beau back*

June: *quirks a brow at him*

Beau: *shrug. He has no idea what just happened*

Kriti: //Huh... Sounds cool...// *and there's that look that means someone might be in for trouble soon, Muhlisha*

Muhlisha: What're you plottin', baby sister?

Kriti: //Nothin'.//

Muhlisha: Liar.

June: *looks at Eclipse* Baby sister?

Eclipse: *nod* Kriti's younger than Muhlisha by about half a vorn, and they share a code donor.... Someone named Desinex, I think? *shrug* I didn't really pay too much attention, 'cept for when Kriti was gnawing on my foot when she was teething and first found out that she had claws...

June: *wince wince* You mean you don't know your parents? But Panacea...

Eclipse: Most of us are from randomly generated coding sequences... *shrug, isn't really bothered by that too much* Only reason we knew Pansy's was 'cause Percy told Fixer 'bout her donors.... Brawn asked for 'Lisha to be made, so that's how we know 'bout her coding, same with Witchy and Misty... Locky asked for them to be made...

June: Oh. *looks at Beau soberly* I see.

Beau: *small frown as he nods*

Kriti: //Doesn't really become a problem, not knowing.... I mean, we have NO idea who Roddy's donors are, and he's happy and healthy, so why make a fuss about it?//

June: Well, what about if you want to get married? How do you know who's related?

Kriti: //Sibling sparks don't bond.//

Eclipse: That, and siblings can feel one another. They're the people you hang out with and punch their heads, and who you're the first to back up in a fight. And when you're little, they're the people who sound best to snuggle against.

June: Awww.

Beau: So why do Hot Rod and Pansy like to snuggle?

Muhlisha: They're sweethearts.

Eclipse: Yup. It's like when Wake and I were little, we were almost inseparable... *little grin for the mech she's currently using as a pillow after she tripped him and made him lay down*

WakeJumper: *soft chuckle, hand on mate*

Bulkhead: *without looking up from his game* Some sparks just resonate.

Bumblebee: *wanders in, beeping to himself grumpily*

Kriti: //What the big guy said...// *trails off as she catches sight of Bumblebee*

Bumblebee: *looks up, and then those big blue optics rotate slightly as he focuses on the little blue femme on the screen* Weeeo?

Kriti: //Hi...//

Eclipse: *blink blink, looks back and forth between the two*

Bumblebee: *shy grin, and then holds up the kind of energon and calcien goodie that Miko calls a cheese doodle*

Kriti: *blink blink* *bit of a blush accompanies her grin*

Eclipse: *dings Muhlisha's comm* //...Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing, 'cause I thought you said Kriti scares guys away, but Bumblebee doesn't look like he's scared of her...//

Muhlisha: *mouth open slightly as the yellow scout walks over and deedles at Kriti* //...Bee just used a pickup line on my sister!//

Eclipse: *STARING now* //...// *shocked speechless*

Kriti: *more blush* //Wish I could, but Fixer won't let me near the bridge....// *'wings down as she pouts*

Bumblebee: Bweebeewoo. *so earnest*

Kriti: //Yeah, I'm a Wrecker.... I heard Keepie was out of the fight for a bit...// *soft clicks, and a bit of a flirty little whistle*

Eclipse: *just about smacked WakeJumper in the face with her mini-flail*

Bumblebee: *hopefully asks if Kriti might ask her commander if she could be transferred to stand in for Keepsake*

Kriti: //Maybe if I ask Vissy...//

WakeJumper: *can't believe what he's hearing* ....

Muhlisha: *bites her knuckle and slips out from between the two conversing bots*

Bumblebee: *excited and happy now* *talks about how interesting Earth is*

Kriti: *interested, and asking questions about Earth now*

Wheeljack: *slipping off to a different part of the control room... Over by Bulkhead and Witchblade*

Bulkhead: *game paused and he's watching Bumblebee with amusement*

Wheeljack: *mutter* It's creepy how much that femme looks and sounds like Desi.

Bulkhead: *snerk* She's made from 'er. Torky told me.

Wheeljack: Eclipse said the same thing... But still... *headshake* Muhlisha takes after Brawn, even I can see that...

Bulkhead: I think Kriti's all Desi, the way Witchy's all Locky.

Wheeljack: .... Scrap...

Bulkhead: *watches Bumblebee wave to Kriti before the little blue femme signs off* Yeah.

Wheeljack: If she comes here, I almost feel sorry for the 'Cons.... *chuckle* Almost.

Bulkhead: *shrug* Won't be any worse for the 'Cons than it's ben since Optimus lost 'er memory that time.

Wheeljack: ... *looks to Bulkhead* Wait, what?

Bulkhead: Long story. I'll tell ya if ya go a round with me in the ring. *nods to the game, which is WWF Wrestling*

Wheeljack: *chuckle* Show me how to work the controls, and you've got a deal.

Bulkhead: *sets about doing so as the rest of the bots and the humans settle down for the night*

((Written with random_xtras))