Dreadverse and hsVerse, Perceptor's and Kia's home, Wheeljack's lab, and Autobot Base, Times change

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Perceptor:  *holding Kriti as he watches Optimus speak on the big monitor in a speech to Transformers all over Earth*

Optimus:  He appears to have left completely for the moment.  I have no idea what this will mean, but his last words to Kup suggested that we may have been mislead regarding him.

Kia:  *steps closer to Perceptor, rubbing his arm*

Kriti: *clicking and fussing a bit, though it's very quiet*

Perceptor:  *rubs her back and murmurs to her softly*  I feel glad that we installed the security precautions that we did... but the thought that Dreadnought was playing us for dupes all this time... troubles me exeedingly.

Kriti: *quiet* Miss Jazz...miss kitty...

Kia:  *softly*  As will we.  Someone will have to tell WakeJumper and the others.

Perceptor:  Keepsake will do so, I have no doubt.  Or perhaps Sunhalo himself.

Kriti: *snuggles close to Perceptor, and moves to suck on her thumb as she holds Dolly*

Perceptor:  *watches as Optimus signs off on his address, then turns away from the screen and speaks softly to his little one*  Would you like a snack, Miss?

Kriti: *small nod*

Kia:  What would you like?  *gently touching Kriti's helm*

Kriti: *small chirr* something to drink, please...

Kia:  The sweet one?  Or the one with glitter?

Kriti: glitter, please...

Perceptor:  *pensive.  Thinking*

Kia:  *steps into the mess hall and returns with a beaker of the requested energon mix*

Kriti: *quietly thanks Kia as she watches Perceptor*

Perceptor:  *Startles as the screen comes to life again, and turns to look at it, his intakes sucking air as he looks at the green Decepticon who scowls down at them*

Kia:  *watching, her brow plates lowering in a frown*

Stormcrow:  I am Stormcrow, Decepticon Warlord.  And I am claiming equal rights for my people on Earth.  Beware, Autobots, we won't take no for an answer!  *screenblank*

Kriti: *Fussing*

Perceptor:  *rubs her back*  Shhhh, Miss.  Shhh.  Don't be frightened.  Papa has you, and Mama is here.

Kia:  So... Stormcrow.  A fitting portant of change to come....

Kriti: *soft whine, followed by clicking*

Kia:  *leans down and kisses her little one*  Shall we check the security, Miss?

Perceptor:  *nods, gently making sure that he doesn't bounce Kriti hard enough to make her lose her snack*  It seems a prudent step.

Kriti: *small nod, even as her lower lip trembles, before her attention goes to the beaker of energon*

Perceptor:  *sparklet in arms, mate at side, he goes to check*


Wheeljack's base

*silence in the main workshop as Stormcrow's announcement ends and the small screen on the table goes dark*

Eclipse: *biting her lower lip, even as bittyTC clings to her and fusses*

Wheeljack:  *silent a moment longer, and then tosses his wrench down, rubs his head, and swears*

Keepsake:  *earlights dark stormy blue as she looks at her creator and her alter sister*

Eclipse: *cycling air for a moment, before her expression grows stern* If that Stormcrow moron thinks that he can just take over...he's got another thing coming.

Keepsake:  ...He said 'equal rights', though.

Wheeljack:  Yeah, but I don't got much trust in that.  I remember what Megatron said when the war was just startin' back on Cybertron.  *earfins dark as his voice hardens a bit*  Besides, it ain't Stormcrow I'm afraid'a.

Eclipse: *rubbing bittyTC's back a bit* I've let Wake know...*small frown* Desinex's not able to fight right now because she's expecting...but we'll think of something...

Wheeljack:  I should'a known it wasn't all peachy with Dreadnought.  Not with what he is.  *shakes head and then looks at the other monitor to see what the Dinobots are doing.  Satisfied that they're alright, he looks around*  This place isn't built for war.  We'll haveta move.

Keepsake:  *dismay*  Move where?

Wheeljack:  Nellis base.  Kup's got a good head in a fight.

Eclipse: *small frown as she clicks to bittyTC, before she nods a bit* Wake said Denver just volunteered to help you move...and Magnus stepped forward too...

Wheeljack:  *nods to her, then tilts his head to let Kup know they'll be coming his way*

Kup:  *cussing about having only a quonset hut for a base and the fact that the slagging scorpion's going scraplet %#@$#@*

Eclipse: I'll go get Denver, Magnus, and any other 'bot who can help carry heavy stuff...*PINpoints out*

Wheeljack:  *talking with Kup about how to reopen the tunnels and build a base into the mountain, his earfins lightening as he focuses on something he can do*

Keepsake:  *starting to pack, calling to the Dinobots to stay outside till she calls them*


HS 'verse Autobot base

Optimus:  *in his office intent on paperwork, his brother busy doing the same to one side*

Magnus: *pings Optimus' comm*

Optimus:  *doesn't look up*  //Yes, Magnus?//

Magnus: *sounding a bit grim* //We've got a problem in Dreadnought's reality...Eclipse says a Decepticon by the name of Stormcrow has made a public announcement, and that as a result, that reality's Wheeljack is moving everything he and Keepsake are working on to a safer location. Denver and I have volunteered to help with the move...as has Lumen...//

Optimus:  *looks up, opening the frequency so that Galvatron can hear as well*  //Where is Dreadnought?//

Magnus: //Gone. Apparently...the Jazz of that reality...returned to the Well...and Dreadnought left shortly thereafter.//

Optimus:  *looks at Galvatron*

Galvatron:  It might have been the only thing holding him there.  I noticed signs of discomfort in him at times when he was here interacting.

Optimus:  //He left the base, Magnus?  Where is Eclipse?//

Magnus: //He left the planet. Eclipse is talking to Lumen right now.//

Optimus:  //Will you ask her to report to my office?//  *pings Elita, Prowl, and Ratchet*

Magnus: //Yes sir. Should I bring Denver too?//

Optimus:  //You can update her after our meeting.//

Magnus: //Alright. Magnus out.// *goes to get Eclipse*

Ratchet: //Is there a problem, Optimus?//

Elita: *responds to the ping*

Optimus:  *to Ratchet, Elita, and Prowl*  //Something's come up in Dreadnought's reality.  I need to speak to you all, please.//

Elita: *hurrying to Optimus's office* //I'm on my way to your office now.//

Ratchet: *making sure Clarion will be alright* //I'm on my way over, Optimus.//

Eclipse: *knocks on the door*

Optimus:  Come in, Eclipse.  *acknowledging Elita and Ratchet's responses*

Eclipse: *enters, with Magnus following close behind, as is Elita* Sir.

Ratchet: *enters a few moments later*

Optimus:  Have a seat, everyone.  ...I don't suppose anyone's seen Prowl?

Magnus: He went with Jazz.

Ratchet: More like Jazz dragged him out the door.

Galvatron:  Better than Jazz roaring out shrieking and Prowl trying to catch him.

Optimus:  *nods*  Alright.  Eclipse, will you share what you learned with everyone here?

Eclipse: *nods and databursts everyone the recording she made of the broadcasts concerning Dreadnought's reality* Things...aren't going good. *indicators a dull color, instead of the normal cheery colors she usually has going on*

Optimus:  *sits up, his expression grim*  So my alternate suspects that there might be trouble from Dreadnought as well....

Eclipse: *nods* Add that Stormcrow clown into the mix...

Galvatron:  *rubbing his head*

Optimus:  *looks at his lieutenants*  What do you suggest?

Galvatron:  We need to help our allies... and be prepared ourselves in case Dreadnought has turned his back on those who called him friend.

Ratchet: *Frowning as he studies the broadcasts* This may turn into an inter-dimensional war...if things turn out the way it seems they are...

Elita: Galvatron's right. We have to help our allies...and prepare for the worst. I'll rally my team.

Eclipse: We'll need to protect the sparklets...

Optimus:  *hand to his chest, where Diehard's sleeping in a compartment near his spark*

Magnus: *grim expression, thinking about the three sparklets he's helped raise in recent months* We don't even know if Dreadnought intends to attack or not...shouldn't we try to find out what his intentions are first?

Optimus:  *leans his hands on his desk and relates what he knows of the black mech, including his construction to be the ultimate war machine*  I don't want to jump to conclusions.  But leaving my people open to an unforseen attack would be unforgivable.

Galvatron:  *nodding*  Finding him to ask might be hard.

Eclipse: *nods* But maybe we can have someone keep an optic out for him in the Nexii...

Optimus:  Good idea, Eclipse.  *nodding*  We should get Kup and Perceptor's feedback on this too.  But first we need to send a team to help the other Wheeljack retrench.

Magnus: Denver's volunteered, and I'm going with.

Eclipse: Lumen said he'd help too...and you know there's no way I'm going to let Keepsake go into this alone. *hands on hips*

Galvatron:  If Lumen's going then Sunhalo will go too.

Optimus:  Is that enough, Eclipse?

Eclipse: *nods* If we need more help, I'll pester Showtime and the Twins. ^_^

Optimus:  Alright, you're in charge.  Dismissed.  Magnus, you too.

Eclipse: *nods, saluting, and then she's darting out to track down Lumen and Sunhalo*

Magnus: *nods and salutes, before going to let Denver know what's going on*

Sunhalo:  *standing next to Lumen in the hall outside.  Grunts slightly as her Aunt runs into her, then puts out a hand to catch her*

Optimus:  *slight facepalm even as he calls for Perceptor and Kup*

Perceptor: //How may I be of assistance, Optimus?//

Eclipse: *explaining what's going on, and where Lumen and she will be going, and would Sunhalo be interested in helping out too?*

Sunhalo:  *gives her a 'duh' look*

Optimus:  //Perceptor, are you able to come to my office?//

Perceptor: //I will be there as soon as I am able.// *Making sure Kia and Aria will be alright for now*

Kup: //What's the situation, Prime?//

Optimus:  //Will you come to my office, Kup?  I need to speak to you about something.//

Galvatron:  *thinks Ratchet's being awful quiet.  Frowns at him*

Ratchet: *deep in thought, and silently praying for the best*

Kup: //I'm on my way.//

Optimus:  //Alright.  Prime out.//  *looks from Ratchet to Galvatron*  We'd better tell Red Alert last.

Ratchet: *nods* No use worrying needlessly about something that may or may not happen...

Elita: *discussing something with her team over comms, before she nods* Flareup volunteered to keep an optic on things in the Nexus...

Optimus:  *nodding*  Good.  Make sure she's briefed about LOLs and the other dangers.

Elita: *nods* I'll make sure she gets the full briefing.

Optimus:  *turns to Ratchet and then blinks and scans his friend*  Ratchet, are you feeling alright?

Ratchet: Just a bit tired...*small smile* Clarion and I became word-bonded the other night...

Kup: *snort* So that's what the Terrible Trine was making a rucus about last night...

Optimus: So I heard.  *embarrassed throat clearing sound*  Congratulations.

Ratchet: *nods* Thank you, sir.

Kup: *moving from the door* About slagging time, too.

Ratchet: *Huff, Stinkeyes Kup*

Optimus:  *throat clearing again, this time sternly*  //Perceptor?//

Perceptor: *hurrying to the office* My apologies for how tardy I am...

Optimus:  I understand.  Aria was only born last night.

Kup: *raised brow ridge, pings Perceptor's comm with a congratulations* You said you needed to talk to us about something, Prime?

Perceptor: *Sheepish smile, thanks Kup, and then his attention goes to Optimus*

Optimus:  *databursts both newcomers the feeds from Eclipse*  Eclipse brought these from our sister reality a few clicks ago.

Galvatron:  *absently organizing datapads as he watches and listens*

Perceptor: *hand over mouth* Oh my...

Kup: *Frowning a bit* So now we gotta gear up for a possible attack?

Optimus:  *quietly*  I think that the human expression, 'Better safe than sorry' applies here.

Kup: *nods* I'll get started on boosting the security protocols...

Optimus:  Thank you, Kup.  *turns to Perceptor*  Do you foresee any temporal damage from our interacting so closely with the other reality?

Perceptor: Though it is a possibility...the likelihood of such an occurrance happening is relatively low...if such an event were to occur, I believe it would have happened already, considering the number of times members of our own team have interacted with other realities, and the Nexus...

Optimus:  Would the presence of two versions of the same person in close proximity change things?

Perceptor: I do not believe so...considering the fact that the Bumblebee of that reality has been in this one before....

Optimus:  True, but I was thinking of more than one duplicate at once.

Perceptor: I beg your pardon?

Optimus:  More than one alternate.  Bumblebee is only a single mech.

Perceptor: *frowning and running calculations, before he nods* The risk may increase marginally...but I doubt it will be a noticeable impact.

Optimus:  Good.  Thank you, Perceptor, Kup.  Ratchet, get some rest.

Perceptor: Do be careful...One can only hypothesize what Stormcrow may do, should he learn of our actions...

Kup: *Salutes and heads to the control room to get started on boosting security*

Optimus:  *nodding*  Nothing we do will be overtly threatening.

Perceptor: *nods* I do hope things will turn out for the best...*heads back to spend time with his family*

Ratchet: *nods a bit and heads back to the medbay. He's got a temporary berth set up in the back of his office, that should do for now*

Elita: *small frown as she watches Ratchet leave, before she gently pats Optimus' hand and goes to brief Flareup*

Optimus:  *smiles at her, then looks at his brother*

Galvatron:  Now we pray.

Optimus:  Yes.  *makes himself resume paperwork*

((co-written with random_xtras))