Nexus and DJV. Blackout's Kingdom and Maccadam's. New Recruit

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Blackout: *staggers slightly as Jetfire PINpoints the two of them to the main room of the base. Quiet growl, but makes no other complaint against the weakness that has made it necessary to yet again leave the Black Dog after only a couple hours at the bar*

Jetfire: *quiet rumble as he offers to assist Blackout to the heap of heated sand that's on one side of the room*

Blackout: *leans on him and lets him lower her to the soft and warm resting place* *quiet groan as the Mini-Consructicons get the sand arranged so as to support her comfortably*

Jetfire: *will check to see if there's anything else Blackout might need or want right now*

Blackout: *quiet grumble* He's started already.

Jetfire: *soft snort*

Blackout: I mean Jazz. He won't shut up even after he's dead and I've given him the bond he wanted.

Jetfire: Aye... I hear 'im sometimes durin' th' down times...

Blackout: *quirks brow ridges* You?

Jetfire: *nod*

Blackout: *bemused look* What's he say?

Jetfire: *names off one of the things he and Jazz have talked about* Th' lad keeps mention'n 'is buddy, Greatshot... Kid's lost without a partner t' work with...

Blackout: *facepalms* That's what he keeps nattering at me about.

Jetfire: *nods* Aye... Might be wise t' see what th' lad's been talkin' about at some point...

Blackout: *bad natured snort* Jazz was nearly as old as you.

Jetfire: Aye, but I'm still older.

Blackout: *mutters about senility*

Jetfire: *snort. Amused headshake is a go*

Blackout: *amusement shows in her optics, but then she's groaning as exhaustion makes itself very strongly known* I need to shut down and focus on recharging my energon.

Jetfire: *small nod* Need me t' get anythin'?

Blackout: *shuttering optics* No. You're free for now. *translation: Don't hang around and hover*

Jetfire: Aye. *another nod, and then he's heading out the door* *will likely stick close, just in case*

Sheol: *looks around from where she's standing up on the canyon wall above the door, talking to the Optimus who used to come and look for Blackout snuggles*

Jetfire: *nods to Sheol and Optimus* *considers going on a flight, remembers how that turned out last time*

Sheol: //Is Blackout recharging again, sir?//

Jetfire: //Aye, lass. She is.//

Sheol: *shoulders droop slightly* //She sleeps so much now.//

Optimus: *will gently patpat Sheol's shoulder*

Sheol: *looks down at him with a quizzical, startled look* *is used to Mouse pats and Pink pats, but this isn't a sibling*

Optimus: *quietly* Everything will be alright.

Jetfire: *snorts and thinks Optimus is a big suck*

Sheol: *glances toward the snort, but then nods politely to the Prime* Yes, sir.

Jetfire: *surveying the area* *absently* D'ye know th' coordinates t' Jazz's reality, Sheol?

Sheol: *perks, but then droops* No. I think you can get them from scanning Dready, though.

Jetfire: Alright... Where's Dready?

Optimus: *wondering what Jetfire is up to*

Sheol: *cocks her head and listens to the team's private channel* Standing on Sparta in the pool where the stream pauses.

Optimus: *facepalm*

Jetfire: *snerks and takes off* Thank ye, Sheol. *heads that way then*

Dreadnought: *knee deep in the clear water*

Deherree: *laying on her side on the shore and leaning her face on her hand as she watches her younger brother with a bored expression*

Sparta: *ISSA BUBBLIN'*

Jetfire: *getting an image for the heck of it, lands nearby and moves to approach*

Dreadnought: *looks over at the sound of his mentor's engines and grins* Hiya!

Deherree: *tenses and waits to see if the Commander wants her for something*

Jetfire: *nods to Deherree and moves to approach Dreadnought and Sparta* 'Ow stomped 'n flooded is th' lad?

Dreadnought: *looks down critically* Still grinnin'.

Sparta: *flips the bird*

Jetfire: *snerk, stomp on Sparta* *as he does so* I need t' git th' coordinates fer Jazz's reality...

Dreadnought: No prob, sir. Just scan me. *grin* Fer some reason I register as bein' from there.

Jetfire: Aye. *nudges Sparta with one foot, will scan Dreadnought for coordinates*

Sparta: *blows some more bubbles, and then gets a really rotten grin and backfires*

Dreadnought: Wow! Fountain! *laughs*

Deherree: *rolls optics*

Jetfire: *underwater bootshop delivery!*

Sparta: *horn toot, and it makes bubbles too. Is laughing his runty aft off down there*

Jetfire: *grumble, moves to get out of the water* *will dig through storage compartments until he finds a length of rope* Either 'f ye know anythin' 'bout pinatas?

Dreadnought: Yeah. He's no fun as one. *reaches down and lifts brother up by the scruff bar, then shakes him to hear the rattling sounds*

Deherree: *snort*

Jetfire: *snerk* Then what about a lob ball?

Dreadnought: That's more fun, but she don't play. *nods to sister, then stops shaking brother to watch his optics spin*

Jetfire: Ah... ... *dirty rotten smirk* Ever consider baseball?

Dreadnought: Blackout'd have my aft. *more shaking!*

Jetfire: Darn... I'll think 'f somethin'... Eventually. *taking off, intends to PINpoint mid-air*

Dreadnought: *chuckles and wings Sparta after him*

Sparta: *hits Jetfire just as the older bot PINpoints*

Jetfire: *startled curse*

Sparta: *ditto! And now he's faaaalllinnng*

Jetfire: *grumbling and making a mental note to bootshop Dreadnought later* *dives to catch Sparta before the idiot can fall too far*

Sparta: *rattles and gives him a o.0? look*

Jetfire: Le's git one thin' straight, lad. 'F ye act up, I'm usin' ye fer a lob ball.

Sparta: *blinks, and then grins enthusiastically* Okay!

Jetfire: 'N no shootin' anybody. *so much scowl*

Sparta: Okay!

Jetfire: *is going to be worrying about the enthusiasm the entire trip* Le's find out where we are. *checking coordinates*

Sparta: *looks down* Hey! Iacon!

Jetfire: *snerks and moves to try and find a good landing spot*

Sparta: *drools on some bots as they go overhead*

Jetfire: *gives the brat a good shake*

Sparta: *rattles! Just what the slag has he got in his pockets?*

Jetfire: //What're ye packin', Sparta?// *coming in for a landing on the first level surface that looks large enough*

Sparta: *blinks and recites all his usual arms*

Jetfire: //Somethin's rattlin'.//

Sparta: //Oh yeah. Dreadnought forcefed me a bunch of gravel, and then filled my storage compartments before he threw me in the pool. But I didn't sink, so he stood on me.//

Jetfire: *snerk, headshake* //Getcherself cleaned out as well as ye can.// *as an afterthought* //'N no throwin' it at passersby.//

Sparta: Yessir!

Jetfire: *sets Sparta on his feet* 'N ye're gonna stick close t' me 'less I tell ye otherwise.

Sparta: Yessir. *leans over the edge of the level they're on and hurks rocks up onto the bots below*

Jetfire: *facepalm, mutter*

Sparta: *watches for a moment, then sniggers* Here comes the fuzz.

Jetfire: *more muttering and grumbling, then he's standing up straight*

enforcer: *flies up and lands, only to pause and look sideways at the Seeker standing there by the compact model kid. Is plainly nonplussed by Jetfire's very apparent age and dignity*

Jetfire: We's lookin' fer Greatshot. 'Ave ye seen 'im 'round?

enforcer: Who was throwing alien dirt? *hands on hips*

Jetfire: Sparta, 'n 'e wasn't throwin' it 's much 's upchuckin'.

enforcer: 0.0 You urked on people?

enforcer 2: *from behind Jetfire* Nightbeat, you're so square.

Nightbeat: *facepalm*

Jetfire: *startles and turns to face the second voice*

enforcer 2: *even smaller than Sparta, but definitely a police bot. Has a wide and cheerful grin* Hi, I'm Corporal Holi. Greatshot's not on the force anymore.

Jetfire: D'ye know where we c'n find th' lad?

Holi: No. I'm still too new to be allowed where he hangs out. At least that's what squarebot says. *looks at the facepalming Nightbeat*

Jetfire: Ah... *small nod, turns his attention to Nightbeat* D' I really need t' ask ye th' same question?

Nightbeat: *frowns up at him* Who are you, anyway?

Sparta: *spits out a last pebble* Jazz's brother in law.

Jetfire: *nod* 'N Blackout's brother.

Nightbeat: *confused frown* Blackout?

Jetfire: *life-sized hologram of Blackout is a go!*

Nightbeat: *studies the image, and then shakes his head* Never met the bot.

Holi: But you knew Jazz. *sad little bot*

Jetfire: Jazz used t' come 'round Blackout's kingdom a lot...

Nightbeat: But he never had a mate... *confused*

Sparta: *turns his head* Oh hey, it's a Prowl!

Prowl: Who never had a mate? And did you find the rock thrower?

Jetfire: *looks to see what this Prowl looks like*

Prowl: *typical baytech Prowl, but old and sporting scars because of that age. Is also studying Jetfire with calm interest*

Jetfire: *brief nod to the mech, turns his attention back to Nightbeat* 'E 'n Blackout were wordmates 'f a sort...

Prowl: *snorts* In Jazz's dreams.

Sparta: *perk*

Jetfire: *headshake* Nay, not jes' in dreams.

Prowl: *looks at Nightbeat and Holi* You two continue your patrol. *glances at Sparta* Take that with you.

Nightbeat: D:

Holi: Okay! :D

Sparta: *looks at Holi* ...

Jetfire: *frown* I'll be needin' t' git 'im back when I leave, 'r Blackout'll 'ave me 'ead.

Prowl: Don't worry, they won't lose him. *and there is just a hint of humour in that dry Prowl voice*

Jetfire: They'd better not....

Prowl: *as Holi and Sparta transform and roar away, Holi in gleeful pursuit of the suddenly apprehensive trouble causer* Trust me.

Nightbeat: Holi, wait! *transforms and gone after the youngbots*

Jetfire: *soft snort*

Prowl: Come with me. *turns and walks toward a pedestrian ramp at the side of the area they're standing on*

Jetfire: *moves to follow*

Prowl: *brings him over to where a bench is sitting in a slightly worn out looking little crystal garden, then indicates that the older bot should sit first*

Jetfire: *moves to sit down, wondering to himself just what's going on*

Prowl: *up onto the big crystal nearest the bench, and then rests on one knee* *quietly* I said what I said because Jazz used to spend his nights at Maccadam's, telling his partners about this beautiful femme and how she didn't want anything to do with him.

Jetfire: *quietly* Blackout was waitin' t' see 'f th' lad she 'ad loved before was comin' back... 'n since 'is reality closed off fer good, she was startin' t' look 't Jazz th' way she looked at th' other lad...

Prowl: *winces and looks away over the city*

Jetfire: *quietly* Part'a Jazz stayed with Blackout...

Prowl: *blinks and turns back to the Seeker* Galvatron destroyed him.

Jetfire: 'N 'e came t' Blackout before 'e passed.

Prowl: *frowns* So she saved some of his components for a souvenir?

Jetfire: Slag, no. Part'a 'is coding c'mbined with 'ers t' make a new life.

Prowl: ...He didn't live long enough after the fight to bond with anyone. I know. *looks away* I felt him die.

Jetfire: *quietly, as he looks off into the distance* We nearly lost Blackout at one point... She was on th' edge o' th veil fer a bit...

Prowl: So she nearly went with him.

Jetfire: *headshake* Nay, she met 'im there.

Prowl: *turns to stare at Jetfire* ...What?

Jetfire: *will begin recounting what happened in a different reality*

Prowl: *listens with a silent frown till Jetfire finishes. Frown deepens then* Are you serious?

Jetfire: *nods, expression serious* Aye, lad. I am.

Prowl: *slightly brain broken expression. Says the first random thing that comes to mind* Now I know why he was bragging about Dreadnought all the time.

Jetfire: *chuckle* Dready's a good lad.

Prowl: *quiet and sad, but proud* If he's made from Jazz I don't think it's possible for him not to be.

Jetfire: *more chuckle* 'E's th' reason Sparta was full'a rocks.

Prowl: *mental facepalm is very visible. Resigned tone that seems to only come from baytech Prowls talking to or sometimes about baytech Jazzes* ...Do I want to know?

Jetfire: Force-fed 'em t' 'im, th'n stuffed 'is storage compartments with 'em... Wasn't enough weight t' make th' brat sink, so Dready stood on 'im. *so much amusement on the old coot's face*

Prowl: *optics a bit blank with amazed bemusement* Sink in what?

Jetfire: A pool'a water where a river slows down. *chuckling muchly now*

Prowl: Right. *shakes head* Organic worlds have water.

Jetfire: 'N so does th' Nexus.

Prowl: *rests elbow on his knee. Nods as he looks away again* Jazz never tried anything like that. But he wasn't really a combat model.

Jetfire: 'E still gave th' enemy 'ell. *he's done his research, he knows what Jazzes are capable of*

Prowl: *slight smile, though he doesn't turn back to Jetfire* Of course he did.

Jetfire: 'N 'e seemed c'nvinced tha' Greatshot'd be a good addition t' th' group back 'ome.

Prowl: *brow ridges lift* He never said anything about that to us.

Jetfire: 'T's been a recent development.

Prowl: *doorwings tense* What?

Jetfire: Th' brat's been visitin' Blackout 'n me 'n our dreams. *totally serious*

Prowl: *doorwings lift as the rest of him tenses* He's not in the Well?

Jetfire: 'E visits from th' Well.

Prowl: *turns and gives Jetfire a concerned scowl*

Jetfire: 'E's a busybody. Even after passin'.

Prowl: *choked little chuckle* *quietly* But what's keeping him from staying there?

Jetfire: Unfinished business, likely...

Prowl: *nods* But what?

Jetfire: *shrug* Prolly wants t' make sure 'is friends're taken care 'f.

Prowl: Hrrm. *rubs his face* He's still worrying about Greatshot.

Jetfire: Tha's likely...

Prowl: *stands* He should know by now that it wasn't his fault when Greatshot's memory got wiped.

Jetfire: 'E still worries. *moving to get up*

Prowl: He thinks Blackout can help Greatshot?

Jetfire: *slight shrug* 'E's c'nvinced Greatshot 'n Blackout'd be good fer each other.

Prowl: *lowers his head as he thinks this over*

Jetfire: We c'n always use 'nother Destron with brains 'n common sense...

Prowl: *quietly* Well, Greatshot has got those.

Jetfire: 'N 'f it gets th' busybody t' shut th' slag up fer a bit...

Prowl: *very soft snerk* *set of his doorwings is sad and absent*

Jetfire: *quietly* Might be good fer 'im....

Prowl: *hops down off the crystal and transforms to alt* Follow me. I'll take you to Maccadam's.

Jetfire: *transforms and gets ready to follow*

Prowl: *speeds along the higher ways for as long as possible, but finally dives into the tunnel that will take him to the lower level that holds Cybertron's oldest oil house* *pauses just within to transform and move to the walkway*

Jetfire: *transforms and lands. Moves to follow Prowl to the walkway*

Prowl: You're comfortable in the lower levels? *doesn't look at the taller mech*

Jetfire: Fer a bit.

Prowl: I meant the crowd, not the claustrophobia.

Jetfire: I c'n handle crowds.

Prowl: Crowd. Not crowds. Things aren't very... cultured down here.

Jetfire: *snort* I'm a Destron, lad.

Prowl: That doesn't automatically guarantee comfort in the lower levels. *sounds slightly amused*

Jetfire: *slight smirk* Does *names off the types of ammunition and weaponry he normally has on him* guarantee it?

Prowl: Using it at Maccadam's guarantees Lickety Split and Hopscotch throwing you out on your skidplate.

Jetfire: *snerk, amused*

Prowl: *doesn't look to right or left as they go deeper and the streets get seedier. Does, however, sidestep a bot thrown into his path and then walk around him*

Jetfire: *following and keeping on alert just in case someone tries anything stupid*

femmebot: *gives him a curious scowl as she dusts off her hands* *to the bot on the walkway* And don't come home till you get it back, you slagger.

squashed bot: Yes, dear. *groan*

Jetfire: *snickering to himself, but continues to follow Prowl*

Prowl: *finally stops in front of the oil house and looks up at the building, which is built large to accommodate even some of the very biggest models*

Jetfire: *impressed whistle. Yeah, it's big, but the Black Dog is bigger... Not that he'll say that out loud*

Prowl: Go ahead. If he sees me he'll leave.

Jetfire: *small nod, heads in*

Maccadam's: *hazy and full of talk and laughter. Also a minor fist fight that's gotten up onto the stage and is being watched by the singer who is the official entertainment*

Jetfire: *moving to approach the bar, will try to avoid the worst of the fighting*

young femme: *looks up from polishing the bar* What's yours, wingbot? *shows clear marks of Underdweller code, meaning she's big and brawny, and has odd coloured optics. In this case they're white*

Jetfire: 'M lookin' fer some'un... 'N if ye've got anythin' like *names off one of his favorites*, tha'd be appreciated.

bartender: *reaches under the bar and then sets the nosecone of a Nebulan issue missile in front of him* Who'sat?

Jetfire: *as he gets a credit chit out* Mech named Greatshot.

bartender: Oh. Him. *nods to a dark corner at the far side of the room*

Jetfire: Thank ye kindleh. *pays for his drink and moves toward that corner*

Greatshot: *strapping mech with a bold paintjob of black, red, and gold. But his finish is dull as he sits at the table with hunched shoulders and stares at an empty energon cube. Tables all around his are empty, as though everyone is keeping their distance from the huge, moody bot*

Jetfire: *moves to sit down at the table*

Greatshot: *glances at him with blue eyes that are too light and bright, then scowls and looks down again*

Jetfire: *quietly contemplating his drink for a few moments*

Greatshot: *continues to stare down into that empty cube*

Jetfire: *quietly* Jazz was a good lad...

Greatshot: *stiffens and is now scowling at his cube*

Jetfire: *contemplates his drink for a few moments more* *then* It wasn't yer fault, lad...

Greatshot: *quiet and flat* You weren't there, so you don't know anything.

Jetfire: *quietly* I was there when 'e passed... 'N so was me sister, Blackout...

Greatshot: *looks up, frowning, his optics full of hurt but now showing some interest*

Jetfire: Did 'e ever mention a femme 'e was tryin' t' court?

Greatshot: *slow nod* *quietly, his voice locked down and showing by that very flatness the amount of emotion he's holding back* He went to her to die.

Jetfire: *small nod* Aye... 'N she made sure 'e 'ad a proper funeral... All'a us did...

Greatshot: *looks down again with a grunt*

Jetfire: *takes a swig from his drink before continuing* 'E's taken t' visitin' from th' Well... Mostly 'cause 'e worries 'bout ye....

Greatshot: *shutters his optics*

Jetfire: *seriously* If ye'd like t' meet Blackout sometime, so ye c'n talk t' 'er, I c'n 'elp with tha'... C'n introduce ye t' Dreadnought too...

Greatshot: *slow headshake* All he ever did was brag about that kid.

Jetfire: *chuckles* 'E was proud o' 'is son...

Greatshot: *small choking sound. Nod*

Jetfire: *considering something as he works on finishing his drink* *quietly* Might do ye some good t' come along fer a spell...

Greatshot: *optic flickering is the only sign of the emotion he's working through*

Jetfire: *quick scan to see what type of energon Greatshot was drinking* 'N mabeh git ye somethin' better t' drink while ye think...

Greatshot: *quietly* What's he saying?

Jetfire: *blinks a bit and repeats some of his and Jazz's last conversation*

Greatshot: *finally lifts his head, his optics wide* He wants me to bond with her?

Jetfire: *slight shrug* Up t' ye what ye end up doin'...

Greatshot: *deep breath. Pushes back from the table and stands* I'm ready.

Jetfire: *chuckles and knocks back his drink before moving to stand and head for the door* Jes' lemme collect Sparta, 'n then we c'n be off.

Greatshot: ...You let that rookie loose here? *sounds just a bit angry*

Jetfire: Th' enforcers 'ave 'im.

Greatshot: Which ones?

Jetfire: Holi 'n Nightbeat.

Greatshot: Oh. *walks with the Seeker*

Jetfire: Sparta'd better not've gotten 'imself int' trouble... *pauses as he gets a good look at Greatshot. Amused snerk as he realizes the mech's around the same height as Blackout*

Greatshot: *wary look as he hears the snerk* What?

Jetfire: Blackout 'n ye're right 'round the same height. *chuckling*

Greatshot: Oh. Yeah, Jazz said. *looks around as he exits Maccadam's*

Jetfire: *looks around once he's outside* *pings Prowl's comm* //What's the damage?//

Prowl: //He's at the fighting pits with Holi. Nightbeat's keeping an eye on them.//

Jetfire: //... 'Re ye sure tha's a good idea?// *sounds so amused*

Prowl: //It used to keep our Barricade out of trouble.//

Jetfire: //Ah... I'mma need 'im back...//

Prowl: //Do you have a spare teleporter?//

Jetfire: //Aye, I do.//

Prowl: //See that little green youngling grinning at you? Give him the teleporter and a credit, and I'll make sure Sparta gets home once his round cycle's over.//

Jetfire: //Gotcha.// *looks and gets out his spare PINpoint, already set with coordinates to Blackout's kingdom, and a credit chit. Offers it to the grinning youngling* 'Ere ye go, lad.

green youngster: *snerk* I'm a femme! *takes things and runs away laughing*

Greatshot: *watches the youngster go* ...One of Prowl's volunteers.

Jetfire: *amused snickerfit* *glances to Greatshot* Brace yerself.

Greatshot: Huh? *does so, unconsciously tensing his weapons as he does*

Jetfire: *hand on Greatshot's shoulder, brings Greatshot to the ledge above the doorway* *looks down over the edge of the ledge and snerks* Prolleh sh'ld'a asked 'f ye c'n fly first...

Greatshot: *looking around curiously* In two alt modes.

Jetfire: Alright. *takes off and heads for the doorway*

Greatshot: *flips into jet mode and follows. Then stops short once he steps through that hole in the canyon wall as he realizes that four strapping tall rookies are looking at him, and that three of them are young mechs with hazing in their optics*

Requiem, Apoleia, and Dreadnought: *were playing with Sheol with the motion sensor game on the TV. Are now eying the new guy measuringly*

Jetfire: *snorts and moves to check on Blackout*

Blackout: *turns her head slightly as she senses him, then lifts her optic shutters to give him a frown*

Jetfire: *amused* Brought ye somethin', Blackout. *tips his head back towards Greatshot*

Blackout: *frown deepens as she glances toward the visitor, and then she quirks a brow ridge at her brother*

Jetfire: Mabeh now, Jazz'll shut up fer a spell.

Blackout: *expression clears* Greatshot.

Greatshot: Yessir? *turns with relaxed alertness*

Blackout: You're mine. Go away. *shutters optics* And you go away now too.

Jetfire: *snerks. Looks to Sheol* Where's Optimus?

Sheol: *softly* He went back home.

Requiem: *chuckles as he turns his head to look toward the TV*

Dreadnought: He kissed the girl. :D

Toyrt-Mow: *from where he's glued to the wall* [Hail Blackout!]

Jetfire: Normal 'r combat style?

Requiem: From the way he was blushing, I'm pretty sure my alter sister started it.

Apoleia: *moves his game character* Which logically suggests...

Toyrt-Mow: [Hail!]

Jetfire: *snickerfit*

Sheol: *softly* It seems to be helping him. He was talking and smiling.

Jetfire: Ah... *small nod*

Requiem: //Sir?//

Jetfire: //Aye?//

Requiem: //Who's the n00b?//

Jetfire: //Greatshot. Jazz's friend.//

Requiem: //Why's he here?//

Jetfire: //Jazz thought 'e 'n Blackout'd git 'long well.//

Requiem: //Okay...?//

Jetfire: //'N Blackout claimed th' lad.//

Requiem: *optics flicker with disappointment, and then both his brothers who are in the room glance at him and scowl before nodding* //Okay. What rank?//

Jetfire: //Not sure yet. Try not t' break 'im.//

Requiem: //Got it, sir.//

Jetfire: //...Where's Deheree?//

Greatshot: *examining the game controller that Sheol handed him*

Requiem: *explains game controller* //Up on the north rim.//

Jetfire: //Alright. I'll be back.// *heads for the doorway. Has a feeling he has to hurry*

Mouse and Whiteout: *look up as he comes out. Wave and then return their attention to hunkering down and watching Pink dig in the sand down below the front door*

Jetfire: *nods to Mouse, Whiteout, and Pink. Takes off and heads for the north rim*

Deheree: *up in the aspen grove in alt mode, plainly plotting forest fire among the trees that Blackout has decreed protected*

Jetfire: *lands and gives Deherree a Look* No.

Deherree: *snorts smoke and arches her necks rebelliously*

Jetfire: *super stern Look. Is fully prepared to go to war with you over this, Deherree* Blackout said the trees're t' be left 'lone.

Deherree: So?

Jetfire: *weapons primed and ready*

Deherree: *challenging stares*

Jetfire: *steps toward the rebellious femme* Those're Blackout's.

Deherree: *growls and snorts smoke*

Jetfire: *not backing down* *stern stare continues*

Deherree: *continues rebellious for several more clicks, but then bows her heads with a growl of bad grace*

Jetfire: Git 'ome. There's a n00b on base.

Deherree: *predatory light flashes into all four optics as she lifts her heads again*

Jetfire: Blackout's already claimed 'im.

Deherree: *flatfooted stare of shock and confusion*

Jetfire: Jes' don' break th' lad.

Deherree: *huffs* Dismissed?

Jetfire: Aye.

Deherree: *shoots into the air and zooms toward the front door*

Jetfire: *headshake, takes off and heads for home. Might as well watch the entertainment unfold*

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