TPF. Tau Station. Visitors

[dens_extra_pups]

Muhlisha: *frowning as she leads the Taubot Wreckers, WakeJumper, and Eclipse through the space bridge* What the slag's the big rush, 'Rail? Optimus needs us. 'N Wake 'n Clipsie ain't even Wreckers.

'Rail: There's a fragging ARMADA surrounding the station. That's what the big rush is. *visibly tense*

WakeJumper: Oh, scrap.

Torque: *frowning muchly now* None of the pirates have armadas.

Witchblade: *stops pouting and perks as a bellow echoes up the corridor outside the Spacebridge room door* Hey, who's that?

'Rail: Liobreaker.

Muhlisha: ...Who?

Torque: .... No idea....

WakeJumper: Someone find out. *moves to head for the door*

Kriti: *to 'Rail* Is Vissy safe?

'Rail: *snerk* Yeah. Last I knew, he was chucklin' about seein' Liobreaker.

Eclipse: So, hey, who is this Liobreaker guy?

'Rail: *distracted smirk* Fixer's wordmate.

Muhlisha: ...

Torque: .... You're yanking my servo.

Kriti: *blink blink* Seriously? Fixer has a wordmate?

Rockface: ....Whoah. Quick! Someone check for the harbingers of doom! *laughing now*

Muhlisha: *finally, after a frowning and deeply thoughtful silence* 'Rail, you grindin' gears?

'Rail: Nope.

Muhlisha: If Fixer's gotta wordmate why don't any'a us know about 'im? *glances at Eclipse and then turns her frown back to the medic* Even 'Clipsie don't know anythin'.

'Rail: 'Cause the last time Liobreaker showed up here, none'a yous were even started, Wake wasn't here, 'n I was still a sparklet.

Muhlisha: *frowns more deeply, but then gives a quiet, irritated sigh as another bellow sounds outside. Strides over, steps out. An echoing clang follows, and then she comes back dusting her hands* Tell us 'bout this armada.

Witchblade: *staring at Muhlisha now*

'Rail: *snerk* Near as I c'n tell, it's idiots like Wake. Multichangers... Maybe a few Gestalts....

WakeJumper: ... Multichangers and Gestalts? Do you have a visual on any of them? *has a hunch*

'Rail: Not anythin' clear...

Witchblade: *distracted* Why not? Did you guys lock Misty 'n Pinky up again?

'Rail: Misty, yes. Pinky's hidin'.

Witchblade: *indignant* What the scrap didja do that for? She could'a gone 'n seen who it was! *runs out of the room, eeeks, and is then heard running away down the hall*

'Rail: *sighs and goes to warn Viisaus that Witchblade is heading out*

Muhlisha: We got outside monitors. Why ain't we seein' these guys?

'Rail: Somebot's scramblin' the sensors.

WakeJumper: Looks like we'll get to rumble... *heads out*

Eclipse: *cuss! Follows!*

Muhlisha: Hey! Getcher afts back here! Torky, settle down. And you shut up. *smacks Liobreaker another one as he comes in scowling like a thunderstorm*

'Rail: *nonchalantly* Hey, Liobreaker. *discussing what to do about Witchblade, Eclipse, and WakeJumper with Viisaus*

Liobreaker: *hands over face as he lays in the dent in the wall* Ow.

Muhlisha: *leads her crew past him and out into the hall, then heads for the nearest outer port*

Kriti: *visor down* Is it too much to hope that it's just a group of idiot Autobots who mistook us for 'Cons like I heard Torque did the first time he showed up here?

Torque: Hey! That was an accident, and I did brig time for it.

Muhlisha: *hands to either side of the porthole on the outer door of the airlock* Not Autobots. Autobots don't got that many Seekers. *scowls then as a face suddenly appears on the other side of the porthole* Huh... ugly.

Kriti: ... 'N pirates aren't that ugly till after we deal with 'em. *frown*

Rockface: So let's show 'em a bit'a hospitality. .>3

Muhlisha: Back off, Rocky. //Wake, getcher aft ta emergency port delta.//

WakeJumper: //Fine... 'Clipsie, turn back. I'll watch your six.//

Muhlisha: //Hurry up.// *calm and uninsulting rude gesture to the bot on the other side of the porthole as he makes a face at her*

bot: *laughs at that, and continues to make faces*

Muhlisha: *steps aside as WakeJumper and Eclipse arrive, and just as the bot outside pulls a really horrid face* You know this mook?

WakeJumper: ... *snerk* Unfortunately.

Muhlisha: Rocky, shut the airlock. With you outside it. Torky, yer in. 'Clipsie in.

Rockface: Gotcha.

Kriti: Where should I be?

Muhlisha: *doesn't look over her shoulder* Keep yer claws put away.

Kriti: 'Kay. *will move to stand next to WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: *stretches a bit* *to Muhlisha* Think they'll stop if I threaten to sit on any of 'em? *is calm and in a fairly good mood now*

Eclipse: *going to cling to her mate's back in the meantime*

Torque: This is gonna be interesting...

Muhlisha: Kriti, you stay right there. That spot on the floor. *nope, doesn't quite trust baby sister when there are uglies making faces outside airlocks*

Kriti: *bit of a sulk going now* Okay...

Muhlisha: //Any time now, Rocky.// *waiting for the airlock to let the air out so she can open the outside door*

Rockface: //Working on it.// *and then the airlock's inner door is closed and the air pressure is dropping*

Muhlisha: *waits for the light beside the outer port to turn green* *to WakeJumper* Lemme smack that expression off his mug first.

WakeJumper: Alright. *still calm as can be*

mech that was making faces: *looking over his shoulder and in the midst of an impromptu snark war with a femme who looks like she might be his sister, while a second femme watches in between long pulls from a container of fuel*

Muhlisha: *shoves door open and taps the face-maker on the chest*

mech: *looks down, distracted from the snark war* //Huh?//

Muhlisha: *right hook to the jaw!*

mech: *knocked aft over honesty*

femmes: *look to one another and begin laughing, the one pointing at the mech and slapping her leg, the other simply laughing and trying not to spill her drink*

WakeJumper: *to Muhlisha* //So should I sit on one of 'em?// *sounds far too amused*

Muhlisha: *withdraws from the doorway and nods to WakeJumper to go ahead* //If ya want.//

WakeJumper: *calmly strides over to the femme laughing the hardest, grabs her, hauls her into the lock, and sits on her*

femme: *retaliates by repeatedly walloping WakeJumper's leg*

other femme: *notices, laughs hard enough to lose her drink*

Muhlisha: *hunkers down and frowns at the sat on femme* ... //What the scrap'd ya do ta yer optics?//

femme: //What're you talking about?// *confused scowl, and a few more half-sparked wallops for WakeJumper's leg* //Tell lead-aft here to get off of me.//

Muhlisha: //Wake's optics ain't this snotty green colour.// *said 'snotty' in English* *looks from the sat on one to the two she can see through the open airlock*

Torque: *going o.O at the femme now* //Her accent sounds like Wake's did when he got here...//

femme: //...Wake? What the scrap kind'a name is 'Wake'?//

WakeJumper: //It's short for WakeJumper, Deluge.// *wait for it... wait for it...*

Muhlisha: *frowns and looks from WakeJumper to Deluge*

Deluge: //... Scrap... WakeJumper, you %$#%$#%$#%$!!! GETCHER LEAD-AFT OFFA ME!// *looks like she might wibble, even as she wallops the big multichanger a bit more*

other femme: *poking at the mech that Muhlisha hit now and cackling* //Downrush's down fer the count!//

Muhlisha: *looks over her shoulder* //Don't tow that scrap in here. We got enough'a our own uglies.//

femme: *looks, snerks* //Aye, ye do...// *lifts Downrush* //Where's the best place t' go t' port?//

WakeJumper: *to Muhlisha* //I think I know who the rest of the armada is... If the fact that my older brother and sisters are here is anything to go by...//

Muhlisha: *lifts head and looks up at him* //Older brother 'n sisters?// *then glances toward the outer airlock door as it slips shut*

femme: *scrambling to try and stuff Downrush into the airlock*

WakeJumper: *nods* *glances toward the shenanigans* //Yeah... Downrush, Deluge, and Calypso are my siblings... Used to be five of us, but Frostbite was killed when the ship she and I were riding in crashed...// *to Calypso* //Caly, don't bash Downrush's head against the airlock. That won't make it open any faster.//

Muhlisha: *stands and backs Torque against the wall to make room for the two who are coming in, her brows lifting as she spots Viisaus peering through the inner portal*

Viisaus: *patiently waiting for the pressure to equalize so the airlock can be opened*

Deluge: //Well, it might make 'Rush smarter.//

Muhlisha: *realizes baby sister is still obeying her order and reaches over to yank baby sister beside her* //...If he's related ta 'Wake?//

Kriti: *acks, mini-flail*

Deluge: //I can hope, right?//

WakeJumper: *getting up off of his sister and helping her to her feet* //I'll pound out the dents later, Del. Caly, don't even think about it.//

Calypso: *was about to lift one of Downrush's optic shutters to see if anyone was home*

Muhlisha: *privately to the orange and black medic* //Wake, seriously. What's up with those snotty colour optics?//

WakeJumper: //Going by the stuff still on Caly's face... Botched synthetic energon.// *slight tilt of his head towards the femme, who is reaching for another attempt at lifting Downrush's optic shutters* //Caly, don't.//

Calypso: *huff* //When'd ye git a stick up yer tailpipe, lad?//

Kriti: //Well, there was that time he slagged Keepie off and nearly got a boomstick...//

Muhlisha: *gives baby sister a slight shake* //Not now, Bitty.//

Kriti: *slight sulk*

*and then the pressure's equalized, and the inner door is opening*

Brawn and Liobreaker: *flanking Viisaus as he steps into the lock, two scarred fighters with serious expressions*

Deluge: *boggling now*

Calypso: *brat grin* 'Ey, 'Breaker.

Liobreaker: *blinks, and then scowls* Sheesh, s'just you losers? I came all the way out here just to see ugly?

Brawn: *frowns up at the hideous old pirate*

Calypso: Nay, lad... Some o' the ot'er Gestalts's after knockin' too... *nods to Viisaus* Friend'a yers?

Liobreaker: *glances toward the slender mech whose back he's watching* ...Viisaus's the headbot 'round here.

Calypso: ... *now she's boggling* *long, drawn out curse*

Viisaus: *to Liobreaker* Am I correct in guessing that you are familiar with this particular group, Liobreaker?

Liobreaker: *shrug* Buncha Quadriate losers.

Calypso: *scowl* Ye di'n't say t'at when I was servin' on yer crew, 'Breaker.

Liobreaker: *looks at her from his freshly dented face, and his optics are twinkling* Said it since, 'n to your face.

WakeJumper: ... *looks to Calypso with a bit of an an awed expression* You never said you served on Liobreaker's crew, sis...

Deluge: ... You must've missed her bragging about it, Wake...

Liobreaker: *another shrug* She wasn' even done growing when she showed up lookin' for a berth.

WakeJumper: ... Sheesh...

Eclipse: ... Huh...

Deluge: ... *looking back and forth between the tall, skinny mech, and the mechs acting as bodyguards* ... Whoah...

Calypso: ... *staring at Viisaus now* Yer Viisaus?!

Viisaus: *blinks a bit and nods* I am... *just a bit puzzled as to why his name would surprise anyone*

Calypso: *just sat down. Hard*

Deluge: 0_0 *cuss*

Muhlisha: *slight chuckle* Toldja, Vissy. Yer right up there with th' Primes.

Viisaus: *headshake* *quietly* I am simply trying to provide safe haven for those who never wanted a war in the first place...

Deluge: *looks to Muhlisha, and the rest of the Taubots* ... I get what Wake meant when he said this place is best left alone...

Brawn: *quiet chuckle*

Liobreaker: You said that? *quizzical scowl at WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: *massive stinkeye for Deluge* Quit listening to my thoughts.

Downrush: *bit of a groan as he wakes up* *bleary blinking as his attention goes to Muhlisha* ... I think I'm in love...

Torque: *SCOWLS down at the mech*

Brawn: *scowls too* She's spoken for. So's her baby sister.

Downrush: ... Aww...

Kriti: *grins at Brawn*

Deluge: So who're you, half pint? *visually sizing up Brawn, even as she moves to wallop Downrush*

Brawn: *crooks a thumb at Muhlisha and Kriti* Their dad. One of Muhlisha's code donors.

Deluge: Huh...

Calypso: *looks to Liobreaker* Why the scrap're ye 'ere?

Liobreaker: *scowl returns* Thought there was going to be some fun.

Deluge and Calypso: *both double-take and STARE at Liobreaker. Guess who just picked up on what Wake learned about you, 'Breaker?*

Liobreaker: *scowl goes challenging* What?

Calypso: When the scrap did ye get a wordmate?!

Liobreaker: Oh. *looks at Viisaus* Don't remember, m'files don't go back that far.

Viisaus: *slight tilt of his head as he looks back* *names the approximate date, which is just shortly after he and Fixer left Cybertron*

Liobreaker: Yeah. Sounds right. *looks back to Calypso*

Calypso: *setting up to sulk now*

Liobreaker: *scowls at her* What? And what happened t' yer optics?

Deluge: *wallops Calypso* You didn't even think to ask him if he was dating anyone, Caly. *to Liobreaker* We were testin' something our aunt put together... New fuel source...

Eclipse: ... Synthetic energon?

Muhlisha: *facepalm* That explains stuff. They're slaggin' Ratchetin' out.

Eclipse: *will move to scan the energon still on Calypso's face... and then proceed to inform everyone exactly how off-target the synthetic energon blend is*

Muhlisha: *looks at WakeJumper* How's that compare ta Ratch's stuff?

WakeJumper: ... It sounds similar to what Ratchet was working on... *brow ridges up* But apparently, this stuff'll get ya tipsier.

Deluge: ...Well, we knew that... Caly's been getting tanked on the stuff...

Liobreaker: *snorts* I gotta try that.

Brawn: *stands on his toes slightly to see through the outer porthole* ...Did all pit just break out out there?

Muhlisha: *looks* Scrap! Witchy got out.

WakeJumper: *pinches the bridge of his nose and groans*

Deluge: ... *helps Downrush to his feet*

Viisaus: *sighs and tries pinging Witchblade's comm* //Witchblade, please refrain from further antagonizing the armada.//

Witchblade: //I don't even know what that means, Bossbot!// *transmits a giddy laugh* //These guys are fun!//

Viisaus: //Stop poking them.//

Witchblade: //What? I ain't pokin' anybody.//

Overkill: //Hey, Deluge, you guys are missing the fun. Somebody finally came out to play!//

Deluge: //Knock it the scrap off, Overkill. These guys're Wakey's friends.//

Overkill: //... So you think that means you get to hog them?//

Deluge: //No, it means we have to play nice.//

Overkill: //... I have no idea what you're talking about.// *transmits a yelp and then static*

Muhlisha: And another one bites the dust...

Deluge: *facepalm* He deserved that.

Viisaus: *sighs and looks to Muhlisha* How quickly can your team mobilize to restrain the combatants?

Muhlisha: *blinks at him* Those guys just found out she kin kiss 'em senseless. How long ya figure the Wreckers'd last once they realize we're tryin' ta take 'er away?

Witchblade: *out there in the distance, chasing Quadriate bots and being chased around and shot at*

WakeJumper: *calmly* Maelstrom could always go and stomp on 'em a bit to get 'em settled down...

Muhlisha: Whozat? *brow quirk for her tall friend*

Downrush: *bit of a grin* One'a Quadriate's Gestalts... *indicates the gem he, Calypso, and Deluge wear*

WakeJumper: Also known as my brother and sisters. *moves the panel on his forearm to reveal the gems he himself wears*

Calypso: 'N Wake too, now t'at 'e's old 'nough.

Muhlisha: You gonna let 'em get away with that, 'Clipsie?

Calypso: 'N who's she ta say anyth... 0.o Ohhhhhhh.

Eclipse: It can't be any worse than when Wake goes full aggro.

Deluge: So that's our new sister. *gives the smaller orange and black 'bot a poke and gets her hand swatted* *snerk*

Viisaus: If I may interrupt... What prompted the mobilization of armed forces?

Downrush: We were bored, and we wanted to see if it'd be worth the time to build an alliance.

Muhlisha: *brow quirk. Elbows mate in the hip*

Torque: *acks* Hey!

Muhlisha: Stand yer aft down. *looks to Viisaus to see what he says*

Torque: *sigh*

Viisaus: *scrutinizing look for Downrush that has the mech squirming a bit* Are you certain that your team would be able to put a stop to the battle?

Downrush: *nod* Yeah... Maelstrom's been MIA since Frostbite got offlined 'n Wake went missin'... So we're prolly gonna surprise the heck outta our friends.

Deluge: And now she'll be even bigger. *grin*

Viisaus: *blink blink* ... I do not understand...

Calypso: *as she claps a hand on Eclipse's shoulder, nearly dislodging the smaller femme from WakeJumper's back* When we call 'er our new sister, we don' jes' mean t'at she's Wake's mate. *grin*

Kriti: *blink blink, looks back and forth* ... Wait... So does that mean she can combine with you guys too?

Muhlisha: *lifts her head and looks at WakeJumper*

WakeJumper: Well... She does have some of my coding in her own now...

Muhlisha: *shifts that look to Deluge*

Deluge: Believe me, weirder things happen back home than this.

Muhlisha: Huh. *o.0 at mate*

Torque: ... Part'a me wants to take bets.

Viisaus: *facepalm* *behind his hand* Brawn, Muhlisha, Torque, if you would be so kind as to provide escort to WakeJumper, Eclipse, and their siblings?

Muhlisha: Yessir.

Liobreaker: ...What about me? *wants to beat somebody up and take their synthetic energon*

Viisaus: If you would care to assist, I will not stop you. Though Fixer might possibly object...

Calypso: *looking for her container of synthetic energon. Wasn't done drinking*

Liobreaker: *snort* Like to see the old battle-axe try.

Kriti: *pauses in her happy dance to give Liobreaker a o.0*

Viisaus: *simply* I must return to my post.

Muhlisha: Understood. *turns to the others* Okay, line up. Rocky, get in here. Vissy'll work the lock.

Rockface: *scoots past Viisaus, grinning broadly* This is gonna be awesome.

Brawn: *snorts at Rockface and takes a half-hearted swing at him*

Rockface: *acks and skitters sideways*

Kriti: Fail. *chuckles*

WakeJumper: *talking silently with his siblings and mate, even as he absently rubs at a spot of chipped paint on his forearm*

Torque: *stretching and mentally prepping himself for a fight*

Viisaus: *will close the inner door to the airlock once everyone is inside*

Muhlisha: *poised by the outer door, elbowing Liobreaker back as she waits to get out first*

Brawn: *watching his girls with amusement from near the back of the pack with Rockface*

Kriti: *rocking on the bottoms of her feet as she quietly plays a snippet of music she had to have gotten from Bumblebee*

outer door: *opens once the pressure is released*

Liobreaker: *bellows over comms and charges, only to curl up in a ball of ow as Muhlisha socks him and then launches into space*

Calypso: *cackles* //Ye got owned by a lass 'alf the size o' yer leg, 'Breaker!// *more cackles as she follows her siblings out*

Deluge: *giving the command to her team to transform and combine...

...And then there's a behemoth of a bot standing tall*

Brawn: *looks up, and then punches Maelstrom in the leg just because he can. Grins as he shoots off toward the armada*

Maelstrom: *rude gesture as she laughs and moves to scare the *bleep* out of the armada*


Inside


Keepsake: *sleeping quietly in the infirmary after Fixer looked her over. Was too stubborn to stay behind on Earth. ...Actually, she was just homesick*

Perceptor: *gently fussing over her, as is his way*

Fixer: *organizing things in her bins and cursing 'Rail and her other assistants under her breath. Shoots the occasional frown toward Keepsake. Worried mother is worried for her rowdiest one*

Perceptor: *gives the monitors showing what's going on outside the station an occasional glance, though 99.99% of his attention is on Keepsake and making sure she's comfortable*

Fixer: *indifferent glance toward the door as her brother enters. Back to bins and cursing*

Viisaus: *so amused* It would appear the armada consists of relations to WakeJumper...

Fixer: So that's why you sent the entire slaggin' Wrecking crew out to play with them? *saw the home squad go out too, she did. And let Mistfire go when he asked her to*

Viisaus: Goodness, no... I only learned of the relations when Liobreaker and Brawn were accompanying me... *slight headtilt* Though I suppose it will do no good to attempt to call them back...

Fixer: *mild stink eye* The home squad went out after you came back through the airlock. And then you called and said to let that pink brat loose.

Viisaus: *simply* Witchblade got out.

Fixer: *snorts and sorts*

Viisaus: The armada also seems to be fueled up on improperly formulated synthetic energon.

Perceptor: *looks up and over his shoulder* Oh... Oh, dear...

Fixer: *facepalm* *unprintable expression of opinion about improperly formulated synthetic energon*

Viisaus: You see why I consented to our current Wreckers offering their assistance?

Fixer: How much has my idiot wordmate downed?

Viisaus: *looks* It would appear Liobreaker has been properly introduced to Muhlisha's fist... And that the sizable Gestalt that is WakeJumper and his siblings is attempting to use him as a lob ball.

Fixer: Didn't answer my slaggin' question. *throws away junk that was in a bin*

Viisaus: I would have to guess that he has not managed to consume any effective amount, given the ease with which the Gestalt is throwing him around...

Fixer: *snorts* Someone wants you in your office. Go away and stop taking up space in my infirmary, you old glitch.

Viisaus: Very well, Fixer. *fond smile for the medic before he's taking his leave*

Fixer: *throws something pointy at him by way of a farewell*

Viisaus: *dodges, as he always does nowadays. Will make his slow way back to his office, where he'll sit down at his desk* *quietly, to his pet, a robotic bird that was given to him as a gift* Today has been quite exciting, has it not, Sirin?

Sirin: *soft little chime of greeting for her friend*

soft voice: *from the corner behind his shelf* Has it?

Viisaus: *looks to the corner, expression brightening* Considering the number of unexpected visitors, I would believe so, Starseeker.

Starseeker: *slender Seeker femme steps out of her hiding place* It made it hard to slip in unnoticed. *delicate face lights with a smile. One arm is strapped to her side*

Viisaus: *expression goes to concern when he sees that she has one arm strapped to her side. Moves to get to his feet* *gently* Fixer is currently in her infirmary, if you wish to have your arm tended to...

Starseeker: *frowns as she spots his peg foot* I just came from the infirmary. You haven't gotten that repaired yet?

Viisaus: *simply* There are more pressing matters... And it has not hindered me terribly...

Sirin: *soft, happy chimes of a song*

Starseeker: *steps over softly, as though she's barely touching the floor, then reaches up to touch her mate's face. She's tiny for a Seeker, over a head shorter than her land based mate* What am I going to do with you?

Viisaus: *as he leans slightly to touch his forehead to hers* It has been far too long... *will hold her close*

Starseeker: Only fifty of the time units you use here for years. *leans her head against his chest with a sigh*

Viisaus: *quietly content as he holds her* True... Though it feels as though much more time has passed than that...

Starseeker: *looks up with concern* I heard it was quiet here.

Viisaus: It has been... Part of our second generation of native-born were dispatched to Earth, though they did return today to offer assistance...

Starseeker: *chuckles* They were so tiny and sweet when I was here last

Viisaus: *softly, as he gently nuzzles her helm* If only they had remained as sweet... *optics twinkling a bit as he says this*

Starseeker: *had shuttered her optics as he nuzzled, but now leans back a little to look up at him again* What happened?

Viisaus: They grew older, and now Muhlisha leads the Wreckers. *softer* She is very much Brawn's offspring, though her other code donor's influence is obvious as well...

Starseeker: Fixer said they've been divided into two squads.

Viisaus: *nods* Muhlisha's squad was the one which went to Earth... Bullet and her team are the ones who chose to remain here, though they will answer to Muhlisha as well...

Starseeker: Are they the same colour that they were as babies? Which babies were those?

Viisaus: Muhlisha is the same brown and green that she was as a sparklet, and Bullet has retained her dark grey coloration, though she has taken to accentuating herself with glyphs in a highly contrasting white...

Starseeker: Ohhhh. Those two. Is the little green male still here? The one that used to cling to my leg and cry when I left where he was?

Viisaus: Rockface is part of Muhlisha's team... *soft chuckle*

Starseeker: Is he still a flirt? *slight grin*

Viisaus: *more soft chuckle* He has become wholly devoted to his sparkmate, a femme on Optimus Prima's team known as Arcee...

Starseeker: *soft optics flash with surprise* Optimus Prima is still alive?

Viisaus: *nods* And doing quite well, from what I have observed.

Starseeker: And you've sent police units to work with her?

Viisaus: *nods* There are Decepticons on Earth...

Starseeker: But didn't we come here to stay out of that war?

Viisaus: We received a notification from WakeJumper, requesting our assistance during a rather tumultuous time...

Starseeker: How are the Autobots doing? *gently scratching her fingertips against a scar that wasn't on his chest when she saw him last*

Viisaus: *quietly* It would appear that they are dying out...

Starseeker: *freezes, and then sighs* And the Decepticons?

Viisaus: Going by reports, they are in a similar situation... *quieter* Though they have the Autobots at a disadvantage in terms of numbers...

Starseeker: *rests her forehead against his chest* *softly* So that's why you've allied with the Autobots.

Viisaus: *quietly* They desire peace... In the end, our goals are not so different... *soft sigh, and almost inaudible clicks*

Starseeker: And she's Prima. *puts her good arm around him*

Viisaus: *quietly* Optimus does have the Matrix of Leadership...

Starseeker: *soft gasp* So. Then we do owe her fidelity.

Viisaus: *nods and shutters his optics for a few moments*

Sirin: *chimes and ruffles her brightly colored "feathers" a bit. Vissy needs sleeps!*

Viisaus: *quietly* Optimus Prima is also responsible for the care and well-being of a brand new Autobot... One whose coding contains parts of Prima's own, and the coding from her CMO...

Starseeker: *silent for a moment, and then sighs softly* And hope springs eternal...

Viisaus: *small nod* *more nuzzle*

Fixer: *over the speaker on the ceiling* //Get your rusty afts to bed. NOW.// *click!*

Viisaus: *slight start*

Starseeker: *startles at the abrupt voice and then stares at the speaker* o.o

Viisaus: *quietly* Perhaps a down cycle would be beneficial...

Starseeker: *tilts her head to give him a knowing smile* *softly* How have the dreams been?

Viisaus: *quietly, not meeting her optics* I fear they may be getting worse, the farther the memories themselves recede into the past...

Starseeker: *sighs* Primus has them, Viisaus.

Viisaus: *small nod. Still very obviously feels guilty about the choices that were made, and that he made as well*

Starseeker: *hand to his face again, her affection whispering across their bond* You didn't know. And they're safe now. *has said this so many times...*

Viisaus: *very soft clicks as he shutters his optics and holds her close, taking comfort in the truth she has stated so many times, as well as her presence*

Starseeker: *her own shutters drop as she leans against him and focuses on their bond and what she can feel and share there. Startles only slightly as an irritated beep comes from the PA speaker*

Viisaus: *startles and looks up*

Starseeker: *still listening to the bond* -She never changes, does she?-

Viisaus: -Would she be Fixer if she were to behave in any other manner?- *fondness for his sister* *very soft sigh* -Have you refueled, Starseeker?-

Starseeker: -'Rail gave me some of the new crystal energon. The orange kind. It was lovely.- *snuzzles and sighs, thinking of walking to Viisaus' quarters and accidentally leaking weariness*

Viisaus: *gentle concern, is distracted from regret over the past by fussing over mate*

Starseeker: -I'm alright.- *sends affection*

Viisaus: *will gently lift her, intends to carry her to quarters*

Starseeker: *slight startle, her wings tucking up close behind her head* Don't strain yourself.

Viisaus: *soft chuckle* I do not believe I will be at risk of strain... *holds her close*

Starseeker: *sighs and hides her face in the crook of his neck* -Do you still have all those soft coverings on your bed?-

Viisaus: -I do.- *very small smile*

Starseeker: *thoughts of the silken blankets and pillows that adorn his sleeping place whisper over the bond, along with a weary longing to rest there amidst them* -Such a strange collection.-

Viisaus: *quiet rumble of another chuckle* -Indeed, though it is quite comforting...- *paying the distant sounds of Wreckers and Quadriate bots having fun no mind as he navigates the hallways leading to his quarters*

Starseeker: *gently exploring that scar on his chest with her fingers, also undisturbed by the occasional ringing dong and shudder of the station, but lifts her head and looks around as they reach the familiar big comfortable room* You've added new things.

Viisaus: *nods as he moves to gently set her on the berth amidst the silken blankets and pillows* Some were salvaged from the debris field... Though most are from the generosity of friends... *it still amuses him to no end that his friends give him gifts, when he feels and has often stated that their friendship is gift enough*

Starseeker: *turns her head as she hears something, and then sits up and reaches to lift a little green and silver sparklet from the end of the berth* *as she lays back down* Was this a gift too?

Viisaus: *startled surprise* My word...

Starseeker: *looks up quickly, her own surprise coming across the bond in response to his* You've never seen her before?

Viisaus: *headshake* I have not... *and now he's concerned that there is a set of parents who are quite frantic due to their offspring going missing*

Starseeker: *feels that concern* *softly* Viisaus, look at her optics.

Viisaus: *looks at the sparklet's optics, noticing that while they're almost identical in color to Starseeker's, they're shaped like his own... And that the little one, while still very obviously a sparklet, is long-bodied and slender...* 0_0 *is very surprised now*

Starseeker: *soft amusement* What is Fixer trying to tell us?

sparklet: *soft little sound in reaction to the pretty voice of the good sounding person who's holding her. Tiny fingers open and close against Starseeker's armour*

Viisaus: ... I'm... Not quite sure... *just a bit flabbergasted now*

Starseeker: We don't even know her name. *settles back on the berth, the little one resting on her chest* She... she's so much tinier than the others were when I saw them.

Viisaus: *as he moves to join Starseeker and the sparklet on the berth* She is very new, I am guessing...

Starseeker: Barely more than a handful.

sparklet: *turns those big eyes toward Viisaus and studies him intently*

Viisaus: *soft little clicks as he reaches to gently touch the sparklet's forehead*

sparklet: *reaches bitty hands and gets hold of that finger, then turns her intent scrutiny to it. Tiny little clicks as she speaks to it*

Starseeker: *wondering why she finds herself wibbling*

Viisaus: *will carefully snuggle closer, intakes hitching softly as it starts to sink in that the sparklet currently studying his finger has some of his own coding in her spark*

sparklet: *leans her head down to give the finger an oh so serious taste*

Starseeker: *soft, startled laughter* What are you doing?

sparklet: *quiet coo of response as she tastes*

Viisaus: *soft chuckle* She's utilizing all of her senses... Either that, or she is in need of fuel...

Starseeker: *little squeak, and then she's blushing as she remembers tasting things herself to analyze them*

Viisaus: *very soft chuckle as he picks up on that. Will also check to see if there are any spare drinking tubes that he might have grabbed at one point and forgotten about*

Starseeker: There on the table. It looks like a supply kit. *nods to where she'd noticed the objects on the berthside table as she was being laid down*

Viisaus: *will look to the berthside table and retrieve the kit* *soft chuckle* Trust Fixer to think of everything...

sparklet: *giving him a serious little frown for removing the finger from her grasp. Quiet clicks and sounds*

Starseeker: What are you doing?

Viisaus: Attempting to feed the sparklet... *though he's starting to have a bit of difficulty with getting the cover off of his fuel tank. Is stubbornly fighting the urge to sleep*

Starseeker: Do you think she's hungry? *blinks herself as she's hit by that urge to sleep* ...Maybe we should ask Fixer about her.

Viisaus: *soft 'hrm'* Perhaps...

Starseeker: *relaxes and rubs her cheek against the pillow under her head, her good hand coming up to cover the little one*

sparklet: *squirms and puts her own fingers into her mouth. More quiet little sounds*

Viisaus: *will comm Fixer... only to make a soft surprised sound as he gets redirected to 'Rail*

'Rail: //'Sup, Viisaus? The li'l bit givin' ya lip?//

Viisaus: //I merely wished to inquire as to her fuel status, 'Rail...//

'Rail: //She's gotta full tank. Fed 'er before I brought 'er ta yer quarters.//

Viisaus: *blink blink* //I see... Thank you, 'Rail.//

'Rail: //Welcome.// *ends the call with a click*

Starseeker: *drowsy murmur* You didn't ask her name.

Viisaus: *quietly* Because it is our responsibility to name her... *helm nuzzles for mate and sparklet*

sparklet: *pat pats his face as he lifts her and nuzzles her. And her smile, tiny as it is, is his smile*

Viisaus: *quiet clicks as he sees that* *and then his intakes are hitching softly*

Starseeker: *turns onto her side and reaches for him, trying to ignore the pain of her wounded left arm as she puts her weight onto it. Just wants to comfort*

Viisaus: *will gently tuck the sparklet against Starseeker. Puts the tubing back on the berthside table before moving to lay back down*

sparklet: *one tiny hand is reaching for him when he turns back, and that baby face holds a knowledge that something's the matter and a desire to fix it*

Starseeker: *back on her back as she winces slightly* *and then a small laugh* Viisaus, she's just like you.

Viisaus: *optics a bit bright as he nods and moves to get comfortable*

Starseeker: *feeling vexed about her arm now. It's getting in the way of snuggling close with Viisaus and their new daughter*

Viisaus: *thinking about this for a few moments before moving to try and lift both Starseeker and the sparklet so he can hold them close*

Starseeker: *squeaks*

sparklet: *curious about the squeak, and then cuddles between her parents with a sigh after Viisaus finishes turning and switching places with Starseeker*

Viisaus: *pleased chuckle* *nuzzles Starseeker's helm and gently kisses her*

Starseeker: *relaxing more now that her weight isn't on her injury. Shutters her optics and returns the kiss, then rests her forehead against Viisaus' and laughs softly as encouraging and approving sounds come from the tiny being between them* She's worse than 'Rail!

Viisaus: *small smile* Indeed... Though without his vocabulary of obscenities.

Starseeker: *still laughing as she remembers all the times the young medic has enthusiastically encouraged public displays of affection between the two of them*

Viisaus: *quiet rumble of a chuckle as he starts to nod off, thinking of how 'Rail also gleefully encourages similar behavior from WakeJumper and Eclipse, as well as Torque and Muhlisha*

Starseeker: *so surprised* They're bonded already?

Viisaus: Hm?

Starseeker: Muhlisha, Eclipse, and WakeJumper were only little when I was here last. And they're bonded already?

Viisaus: *nods* Though Torque and Muhlisha are still only recently bonded... WakeJumper and Eclipse bonded the day they were both put into their final shells...

Starseeker: *quiet amazement* And parents already... So why hasn't 'Rail bonded himself a femme?

Viisaus: Because Keepsake was not interested. *so amused*

Starseeker: There are other girls, aren't there?

Viisaus: Yes... He has not shown an interest in them, however... *surprises himself by yawning*

Starseeker: While I was in the infirmary I heard him say Keepsake is bonded. *nuzzles close and shutters her optics, letting her systems cycle down toward sleep*

Viisaus: *small nod* *softly, as his own systems cycle down* Yes... To Perceptor... *very soft, relaxed sigh* -He is deeply devoted to her...-

Starseeker: *startled, though not waking* -Isn't Keepsake the one like Fixer?-

Viisaus: *as he slips into sleep mode* -Her aim is not as precise.-

Starseeker: -She hardly seems the sort of femme that Perceptor would court.- *has known the scientist for a long time*

Viisaus: *absently* -Opposites often attract...- *cuddles*

Starseeker: *asleep now but for one little corner of her mind that is now sharing dreams with her mate* -Still. Perceptor is so quiet. And when I knew him it would take calamity to get him out of his lab.-

Viisaus: *relaxed, content, and sleeping* -She has helped him become less reclusive...-

Starseeker: *startles and nearly wakes when she sees Viisaus' thought about Perceptor and Keepsake's sparklet. But then the warmth of her own new sparklet, and the familiar security of being in her mate's strong arms, drifts her into a contented dream of resting together. Even the sounds of a pass through the asteroid field fails to wake her*

Viisaus: *will sleep peacefully, free from the dreams that plague him on a regular basis thanks to the comfort of holding Starseeker close, and the warmth of their sparklet. Not even the sounds of an impromptu celebration heading down the hallway rouses the mech*

room: *settles into a noisy peace broken only by a soft chuckle from the sparklet as the sound of Liobreaker being bounced off the door echoes through the room. But none of the three bots stir. This is the peace of Tau. All is well*

((Written with random_xtras))