MTMTE'Verse and the Nexus. The /Lost Light/ and Various Locations. Reunions and Celebrations Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here

((OOC: Spoilers for MTMTE))



meanwhile, back in the nexus sanctuary


Hormah: *gently washing Minimus' wounds as morning silence echoes softly through the sanctuary*

Minimus: *silently pensive. Hopes that the Lost Light crew is safe*

Hormah: *quietly* [You're leaving us today, Minimus. I don't like moving you when you're still so banged up, but Ratchet will take good care of you.]

Minimus: *blinks, and frowns* Where am I going?

Hormah: *slightly sad smile* Home, b'y. But first yer after bein' scheduled fer some shoppin'. *checks a weld, and then adds a bit of solder before blowing on the spot with her fans*

Minimus: *frowns more as he thinks this over* But I was under the impression that Exiles aren't able to return to their realities?

Hormah: *nods* [You're not going back as Ultra Magnus. And this body is never going to be back to full ability.]

Minimus: ... *very confused now*

Hormah: [You're not an Exile after all. Primus sees you're needed, but not as Ultra Magnus. It's Minimus Ambus that they need there now.]

Minimus: *very surprised. Stiffens slightly and winces*

Hormah: [Verity just called your successor every word for a woman of low repute that she could think of. The girl's got a vocabulary.] *resumes washing*

Minimus: *very soft sigh*

Hormah: *pauses* [Ultra Magnus just put Whirl's head through a bulkhead.]

Minimus: *startles* What?!

Hormah: *shows him*

Minimus: *cringing*

Hormah: [And then she took the chopper bot and stuffed them in the brig with Brainstorm, who's stoned on the mixture she slipped Tailgate last night.]

Minimus: 0_0 *wants to facepalm*

Hormah: *and then shows Red Alert busily puttering around his habsuite*

Minimus: *relieved* Red Alert has come out of stasis?

Hormah: *nods and deedles a soft chuckle* [Primus sent someone to call him back.]

Minimus: *small nod*

Hormah: *shows Rewind being cuddled in Chromedome's arms and snuzzled*

Minimus: That's a familiar sight... Rewind and Chromedome are Conjunx Endurae.

Hormah: *nods and chuckles, then shows Drift grinning at a very startled Blaster*

Minimus: *blink blink* *connecting the dots with what he's learned so far* 0_0

Hormah: [Yup. Girl.] *another chuckle* [Chromedome too.]

Minimus: 0_0

Hormah: [And Whirl. But she thinks 'Wish is just insulting her by calling her "woman".] *finishes the washing and sets the sponge aside, then starts sticking anti-grav units onto him*

Minimus: *sigh* Whirl is... *can't think of a polite way to describe the 'copter-bot*

Hormah: *deedled chuckle sounds dirty rotten mean* [About to get her comeuppance.]

Minimus: *quietly* She's been through a lot. And much of it at the hands of the Senate.

Hormah: [Not all comeuppances are bad, Minimus.]

Minimus: *raised brow ridge*

Hormah: *glances toward a soft sparklet trill from the door and grins* Ye bringin' 'em in, eh, Mira?

Mira: *chirp of agreement*

Hormah: *stoops and picks up a tiny white female sparklet, then sits the frail baby on Minimus' chest* T'ere ye goes, Tsubasa.

Tsubasa: *looks around with beeeeg optics and warbles softly before giving a tiny skreek*

Minimus: *blinks blinks. Isn't sure what the proper response is* *quietly* Is this little one the comeuppance?

Mira: *clickstorms and chirps again*

Tsubasa: *trills to Mira, and then pat pats Minimus*

Hormah: Nope. She's fer Cyc. *grins at the pretty little baby*

Minimus: *slight frown* Are you certain she will be safe in Cyclonus' care?

Hormah: *chuckle* Tailgate is, eh? *lifts him with the help of the disks, moving slowly so that Tsubasa can scramble up to his shoulder and sit there as lightly as a little bird*

Minimus: *blinks, and then nods slowly* He is.

Hormah: *grins and moves him carefully to the waiting high back hover chair* Mira, Blackout brung t'at t'ere lil' pet we's sendin' t' the 'Light?

Mira: *nod nod* Is fuzzy.

Hormah: *deedles soft laughter as she straps Minimus into the chair, then glances over at her little daughter as she takes the anti-grav disks off her patient* *startled snigger* What're ye doin' sittin' on Nightstrike's head?

Mira: *looks pleased with herself* Gotta ride.

Minimus: *circulating slowly, is just a bit dizzy from being set upright after laying horizontal. Glances to Mira* Fuzzy?

Nightstrike: *watching him with curious purple optics. Is a strapping female sparklet a couple months old, but already nearly twelve feet tall and as brawny as she is beautiful* Yeah. Pet.

Minimus: *slight frown as he thinks this over*

Mira: Good for cuddles. *nod nod*

Hormah: [What's wrong, Minimus?] *patpats him and then guides the chair out of the room after tucking his blue blanket around him*

Nightstrike: *strides sturdily in the chair's wake, one hand going up to touch Mira's foot and make sure that the smaller sparklet is steady up there on her head*

Mira: *happy chirp*

Minimus: I am feeling a bit dizzy.

Hormah: *stops and scans him* *gently* It'll pass, me son.

Minimus: *very slight nod*

Mira: Ratch'll help. *nod nod*

Nightstrike: *as they come out into the main room, where little Oppy is talking to something inside a small pet carrier* Whirl, right?

Hormah: Yup. T'at's who ye looks for.

Nightstrike: 'Kay. *patpats Mira's foot*

Mira: *cuddles Nightstrike's head*

Nightstrike: *gruff little sparklet purr*

Hormah: *reaches out to cuff her own pet raptor as the orange beast romps up to her with a tire in his mouth* How's the runt, Oppy?

Little Oppy: He's curled up in the nap pouch Den made for him. *chuckles*

Hormah: *chuckles* Good. 'E's happy t'en. *looks to Minimus* Ye wantin' t' do t'at shoppin' yerself, or ye wants Oppy 'ere t' do it?

Little Oppy: I know what's good for humans to eat.

Minimus: *quietly* That would be helpful.

Hormah: T'at Den drop off t'em care packages fer the ladies yet? *goes over to the cupboard to get out breakfast food for the sparklets*

Little Oppy: Yup. She brought a bag of holding with 'em.

Hormah: *chuckles as she sets a can of cinna mush on the table* 'Wish kin bring it back once it's empty. Ye wants greasemilk, kids?

Mira: *perks and clickstorms*

Little Oppy: *grins*

Nightstrike: *adding her agreement since Mira seems so sure!*

Tsubasa: *chews her fist and wonders what all the excitement's about*

Hormah: *grins at little Oppy* Ye t'inks yer gittin' any?

Little Oppy: *brat grin* Yes. Yes I do.

Hormah: *cheerful snort* Bigaft like ye kin git 'is own. *pulls out his big blue bowl and stacks it with the others*

Mira: *clickstorming happily*

Hormah: *gives the bowls and spoons to little Oppy, knowing that her big son will know what to do with them and with the cinna mud* *turns back to get out the greasemilk* [Feel like you could fuel, Minimus?]

Minimus: I could try to refuel.

Little Oppy: *will work on dishing up some of the cinna mud for Minimus and for himself. Knows Mira will share some of her greasemilk with him*

Hormah: *offers to pour a bit of the thin, sweet white grease on little Oppy's bowl of mud*

Little Oppy: *perks and nods. Will help Minimus refuel before he himself eats, though*

Hormah: *offers Minimus milk on his mud too*

Minimus: *very surprised, will nod* Please.

Nightstrike: *is meanwhile putting Mira up into her high chair*

Mira: *will kissie you, Nightstrike*

Hormah: *fixes up the mud, and then puts mud in two more bowls and milk in three sippy cups. Sets the bowls in front of Nightstrike and Mira, and then gives each a cup. Last cup is offered to Tsubasa*

Tsubasa: *peeks at it, and then climbs down and tries to put a tiny hand into the first spoonful of fuel that little Oppy offers Minimus*

Little Oppy: *chuckling and showing Minimus how to feed a babby*

Minimus: *trying not to make a mess as he feeds Tsubasa*

Mira: *fuss fuss fuss, you're not eating, Minimus!*

Hormah: Make sure ye eats some 'o t'at yerself, b'y. *pats Minimus where it will not hurt, then checks the time and reaches for his bowl* Here, Oppy, lemme do t'is. Ye gots t' git t'at shoppin' done.

Little Oppy: Ah, alright. *nods and hands the bowl over, will nomph his breakfast quickly and PINpoint out*

Tsubasa: *looks at where little Oppy was with big eyes, then wibbles slightly and glances quizzically at Minimus*

Minimus: *will offer another spoonful of fuel to the sparklet*

Tsubasa: *points to where little Oppy was. Wants to know what happened to the big nice guy!*

Minimus: He will return shortly.

Tsubasa: *little mouth works and she skreeks softly, but the big isn't worried, and he's offering her nom. Sips obediently*


an hour later


Nightwish: *walks into the sanctuary in her Magnus armour, looking a little gobsmacked. Looks around and sees that only Minimus and her baby sisters are here right now and heads over toward the green and white bot*

Nightstrike: *sees big sister! Gentle whomp for Minimus' foot and then runs to hug sister*

Minimus: *slight start, was under the effects of sleeping baby magic*

Tsubasa: *unhappy little squee as he twitches. Lifts her head and looks around. Sees a big stranger and watches them hug Sissy*

Minimus: *bleary blinking*

Nightstrike: *grins at him* Hey, Mini. You know your Prime's a wingnut?

Minimus: *puzzled* A wingnut?

Rap: *looks in from the hall* She's sayin' he's crazy, man.

Minimus: ... Ah. *slight headshake* I stopped trying to make sense of what Rodimus does a long time ago.

Rap: What'd he do to make you think he's nuts, Wishy?

Nightwish: Went down on one knee in front of the entire unincarcerated medical staff and asked me to marry him.

Minimus: *blinks and boggles*

Rap: Oh. Well there's a supply 'a wedding licenses in the bag.

Nightwish: *blink*

Nightstrike: New home? Sissy? New home now?

Minimus: *quietly* The sooner we return, the better.

Nightwish: Yeah, then Verity won't be adding to Tailgate's stress level 'n vocabulary anymore. *says this in a slightly rueful and amused tone*

Minimus: ... *very soft sigh. Can just imagine what happened* I apologize for Verity's behavior.

Nightwish: *shrugs those massive Magnus shoulders* I've had worse happen. *pause* Where's the new baby?

Minimus: *very soft chuckle* She's curled up in the blanket on my lap, along with the pet that Blackout sent.

Nightwish: *grins and tiptoes over to look* Holey socks, she's little.

Nightstrike: Yup.

Minimus: Her name is Tsubasa, or so I've been told.

Nightwish: ..."Wing". Heh.

Tsubasa: *sleepy peek, and then flexes one wing before sighing and dropping back to sleep*

Minimus: *nods* I've been told she is to be in Cyclonus and Tailgate's care.

Little Oppy: *returning with a second bag of holding* Okay, I think I got everything on the list.

Nightwish: *grins as Hormah sends her a databurst* Yeah, the little pink thing is too.

Minimus: *small nod, looks to Little Oppy*

Little Oppy: *grins and offers the second bag of holding to Nightwish* Here.

Nightwish: *takes it and slings it over her shoulder, then stoops and picks up the first one. Puts it too on her shoulder as she stands again* I'm getting married, Oppy.

Little Oppy: *blinks and shares a surprised look with Minimus* Really?

Nightwish: If I don't the Prime'll die of spark break. *slight smile that's trying to laugh at Rodimus, but finds that it can't* *little Oppy will feel her shy uncertainty and affection for the bot she's talking about*

Minimus: *boggling muchly now*

Little Oppy: ... *very soft chuckle* Rodimus is probably exaggerating.

Nightwish: *bit gruff as she puts a hand on Minimus' hover chair* I think he just wants to snuggle.

Minimus: *throat clearing sound*

Nightwish: I can talk to Oppy about this. He's a Servant.

Minimus: ... Just how many Servants are there, here?

Little Oppy: There's Mom, Rhinox, Oppy and myself. And Mira's in training.

Minimus: ... Oppy? *raised brow ridge, is just a bit confused*

Nightwish: *snerk* Yeah. There's two of them. Oppy and little Oppy. *crooks a thumb at their young host* He's little Oppy.

Little Oppy: It's how we keep from both answering when someone calls out "Oppy!" or "Optimus!" *more grin*

Nightwish: Though saying "Prime" would work for you too now, huh?

Little Oppy: *grin goes sheepish as he rubs the back of his head* Yeah... I guess so.

Nightwish: *grins and turns back to Minimus* Are you ready?

Minimus: ... I believe so. *still a bit confused by Little Oppy's reaction*

Little Oppy: *sees and feels Minimus' confusion* *quietly* I was named as a Prime in my reality of origin. It's kind of a recent thing.

Nightwish: In his kind of realities Prime's not usually the title of the Commander in Chief.

Little Oppy: *small nod of agreement* But in mine, it is.

Nightwish: And in yours the Decepticons are the good guys.

Minimus: *blinks and looks again at Little Oppy, then he's boggling as he realizes the young mech is wearing a red Decepticon badge*

Little Oppy: *quietly, running his fingers around the edges of his badge* A long time ago, someone from a different reality arrived in mine. They proceeded to make Cybertron a police state, and made a big mess of things.

Nightwish: Megatron got to be a good guy. *slight smile. She's met little Oppy's mentor and likes the massive, gentle mech* And nobody had to tie him to an ant hill to get him there.

Minimus: *looks alarmed at that*

Little Oppy: *soft chuckle* Megatron usually winds up with at least two kids riding his shoulders.

Minimus: Who is tying bots to ant hills?

Nightwish: Primus' aft kicker. Don't worry. The bot deserved it.

Minimus: ... *not sure he believes you, Nightwish*

Nightwish: There was an Optimus overseeing it.

Minimus: *boggles*

Nightwish: *remembers* Is Megatron squishy yet?

Little Oppy: *snerk* Yes.

Nightwish: *surprised look for the snerk*

Minimus: Den said that there was a silver-haired man who abducted her.

Little Oppy: Someone genderswapped a Nightbird and turned them human. *chuckling*

Nightwish: You think the 'Bird didn't do it herself?

Little Oppy: She wouldn't have. It's not in her nature to put herself in a situation where she can't fight comfortably.

Nightwish: *smirks* From what I've heard in the 'Dog, some 'Birds can fight anywhere and anyhow. Besides, that style of 'Bird's different from the basic tech ones. *looks down as Nightstrike pokes her on the leg*

Little Oppy: A different style?

Minimus: *nod* From what I have been told, she is from a reality of 'Cybertron' tech. *still not sure why it's called that*

Nightwish: I hear she and Megs have loved each other for a long time, but she wouldn't have anything to do with him while he was messing with Unicron and trying to destroy reality.

Nightstrike: *looks up* Unicorn?

Little Oppy: Unicron. He's not a very nice person. *won't repeat what Hormah says about Unicron*

Nightstrike: *optics light up. Deedle beep!*

Little Oppy: *facepalm* Okay, so Mom taught you that.

Nightstrike: *shakes her head* Pi!

Little Oppy: *sigh*

Nightwish: So... we going now?

Little Oppy: *attention on Nightwish, will make sure she and Minimus have everything and everyone they're supposed to bring with them*

Nightwish: *swats at him for fussing, then laughingly pushes the hover chair out onto the front steps and pauses to look up*

Hchee: *waves from where he's sitting happily perched on a ledge on his "front yard"*

Nightwish: *snerks and waves back*

Minimus: *boggles* Is that island floating?

Nightwish: Yup. So are those other ones.

Minimus: *so much brain-break*

Nightwish: *sighs* Guess we better skip the drink at the 'Dog. Are you ready to teleport?

Minimus: *very slight nod*

Nightwish: *checks on baby sisters and little pet, and then brings everyone to the office of Ultra Magnus* Verity, what're you doing on my desk?

Verity: *launches full steam ahead into a diatribe against Nightwish's ancestry, virtue, morals...*

Nightwish: *listens for a moment, and then covers Nightstrike's ears*

Minimus: *wincing at Verity's language* *quietly* That's enough, Verity.

Verity: *didn't hear him for her own shouting. Is utterly incensed* You think you can just WALK IN HERE AND TAKE OVER?? You're no Ultra Magnus. Ultra Magnus was a HERO!!

Tsubasa: *little whimper as she lifts her head*

Minimus: *raising his voice a bit* Verity, that's enough!

Verity: *gasps and nearly chokes as she whirls to look at the mech in the chair. Stares* What?

Minimus: *now that Verity's not shouting, he'll lower his voice* You frightened Tsubasa.

Verity: *swallows, still staring* Who are you?

Tsubasa: *hiding her face on Minimus' blanket now*

Minimus: *quietly* My name is Minimus Ambus. Though you knew me by another name.

Verity: *fighting to hold in emotion, unwilling to look weak in front of the hated usurper* I... what?

Nightstrike: *deedlebeep!*

Minimus: *raised brow ridge for Nightstrike* *knows what you said, thanks to Hormah, Pi, and Mira* *attention back to Verity* You knew me when I was Ultra Magnus.

Verity: *confusion darkens into a scowl* No I didn't. You're not Ultra Magnus.

Nightwish: *busy over there unpacking the bags of holding* *reaches over and smacks her sister on the skidplate as that bad baby joyfully razzes Minimus*

Minimus: *quietly* Not any more, I'm not.

Verity: *almost wibble swiftly turns to a soundless snarl as Nightwish comes over and takes Tsubasa and the pet carrier out of Minimus' lap*

Minimus: *quietly* I'm not lying, Verity.

Nightwish: *not looking at Verity as the young woman struggles for control* *softly to Nightstrike* Go find Whirl.

Nightstrike: *perks and laughs out loud* Okay! *runs out of the room and away*

Minimus: *softly* We used to go over the Autobot Code together... *trying to prove that he's not just blowing hot air*

Verity: *can't deny it anymore. His voice, the way he's looking at her... This is her uncle* *squeezes her eyes shut to try and keep from crying, and then holds up her arms and wordlessly asks to be picked up*

Minimus: *will carefully reach for you Verity. It's clear that he's having a bit of difficulty moving right now, but he'll still be as carefully gentle as he can*

Verity: *buries her face in that blue thing on him, part of her mind laughing in incredulous shock that it IS a knitted blanket even as the rest of it gives up to tears* It's not fair. You're Ultra Magnus. You were good at it.

Minimus: *trying to get his hands to cooperate enough to gently rub Verity's back* *intakes make a strange sound as he struggles to find the words he wants to use*

Verity: And Ratchet said your spark was going out. How is this even possible? Are you still dying?

Minimus: *small headshake* *softly* I was repaired, and saved. I was brought back here, and I will not be leaving before I'm meant to.

Verity: *shudders and cries, unable to stop herself* We... we haveta tell Ratchet.

Minimus: *small nod of agreement* I would also like to see how Ambulon and First Aid are doing.

Verity: *small snerk* At least they're not drunk. Ratchet is again already.

Nightwish: *looks over with a frown of concern*

Minimus: ... *frown*

brig guard: *tries to ping Ultra Magnus, but gets Minimus* //Ultra Magnus, Whirl says she's going to gnaw her leg off from boredom. It's probably a good idea to let her out now.//

Minimus: *startles* *wince*

Verity: *sharply, as she looks up quickly* What's wrong?

Nightwish: *looks over from where she's hunkered with two large human size books in her hand*

Minimus: *quietly* I got pinged. Whirl said she's going to gnaw her leg off. She's bored.

Nightwish: *shakes her head* She hasn't even got a mouth. *stands and walks toward him*

Verity: ...She? Whirl?

Minimus: *nods, still wincing slightly* *suspects he irritated still-healing injuries*

Nightwish: *takes the two books between her fingers and pokes them at Verity*

Verity: *looks at the large book covered with a map print, and the larger book with the embossed leather and strapped cover. Looks up at the new Magnus with a puzzled scowl* What'm I supposed to do with these?

Nightwish: Write.

Minimus: *curious about the journals, and wondering to himself if there's any way to route all future comms for Ultra Magnus to Nightwish*

Nightwish: *as she absently sends out a ship-wide message as to her comm frequency* The big orange and black guy that rehabbed me so I could use this body suggested writing as a really good way to deal with feelings of anger and all that slag after a change.

Verity: *expression says she's thinking of a smart-alecky retort*

Minimus: *quietly, raising a brow ridge slightly* Orange and black guy?

Nightwish: *twirls a finger to show thinking* Still don't have all my files straightened out... WakeJumper! Yeah. *looks at Verity* The map book's got pockets for pages, it's a good way to keep all that slag you always wind up with after a RnR trip.

Verity: ... Fine. Whatever. *going to sulk and fuss over her uncle in a way that doesn't seem like she's fussing*

Nightwish: *nods and then turns back to her piles of stuff, also puts out a call for Cyclonus and Tailgate to come to her office*

Minimus: *trying to fuss over Verity as much as he's able*

Nightwish: *orders the door to open and stay open, then starts making a neat stack of care packages. Going to put some of these away till the day the ladies they're for find out that they are in fact ladies* *calls Rung to come to the office too. Not worried about Drift yet*

Rung: *arriving just ahead of Tailgate and Cyclonus, looking just a bit uneasy at being followed by the former dead universe denizen*

Nightwish: *looks around as she senses the arrivals, then crooks a finger at Rung* Wait a bit, Cyclonus and TG.

Cyclonus: *small nod*

Tailgate: *wondering what's going on, even as he peeks around Cyclonus' helm*

Nightwish: *turns to face Rung without standing, a neatly decorated bundle wrapped in a soft orange blanket with Autobot symbols in her hands*

Rung: *curious* What is that?

Nightwish: *smiles* A gift from two women in the Nexus, a human and a Cybertronian.

Rung: *blink. Blink!* Ah... *not sure how to respond, but will quietly thank Nightwish and hesitantly reach for the gift*

Nightwish: *tucks the big soft package into her hands* Go ahead and open it.

Verity: *watching with a silent and amazed scowl as she leans against Minimus and absently hugs her books*

Tailgate: *boggling slightly as he watches Rung carefully open the package*

Minimus: *has a feeling he knows who the two women who put together the gift are*

package: *contains one very large and adorable teddy bear with a user's manual on his neck ribbon, a journaling program for datapads, and several psychology and counselling books that deal with helping people deal with shocking change* *oh, and choccy candies with strawbaby creme filling*

Rung: *very soft sound of surprise, blinks a bit as she examines each of the gifts*

Nightwish: *quietly* The head Servant at the Primus sanctuary thought these things would help right now. Her friend Den advised her on the choices.

Whirl: *out in the hall* Holy slag, I'm a woman! ...I want boobies.

Nightwish: *yells through the door* NO.

Rung: *startles and pulls the teddy bear close* 0_0

Verity: *facepalm* Great. Whirl's going to be boob-obsessed now.

Minimus: *wincing and shaking his head*

Nightwish: *is shaking hers as she reaches out and gently pats Rung on the shoulder* Go home and assimilate that stuff, okay?

Rung: *very small nod*

Nightwish: *pulls the smaller woman close and gives her a gruff but comforting hug* *quietly* This is one of the main reasons that God created women.

Tailgate: *is that tiny little squeak from where he's being a backpack on Cyclonus' back*

Verity: *blinks and looks at Tailgate, then can't help but grinning slightly as she sees his excited joy at what he just learned*

Cyclonus: *expression is as unreadable as ever*

Rung: *surprised to learn how comforting a hug can be*

Nightwish: *squishes her just a little bit, then very gently slaps her upside the head* *softly* Go on. Dismissed.

Rung: *small nod, will head for her habsuite*

Nightwish: *stands and turns toward Cyclonus and his small passenger* C'mere, TG. It's your turn. *looks at the pet carrier in her hand, then back to the minibot. Grin*

Tailgate: *meeps*

Cyclonus: *will bring Tailgate into the room* *blinks a bit as he sees Minimus*

Nightwish: Come on, Tailgate. You know I don't bite. *patient and gentle tone in her rich alto voice*

Whirl: I AM WOMAN! HEAR ME ROAR, ******S!

Nightwish: *calmly* Don't make me go out there and kick you in the head again, Whirl.

Minimus: *tenses at Whirl's shouting*

Whirl: Whatever. *sound of her stomping off*

Verity: *blink blink* *look up at Minimus*

Minimus: *very soft sigh*

Tailgate: *startled squeak as Cyclonus turns around and unceremoniously drops him*

Nightwish: Easy, Cyclonus.

Cyclonus: *raised brow look*

Tailgate: *bibbling about being dropped. Should be used to this by now*

Nightwish: *gives him the pet carrier, which is cheeping anxiously at the sound of his bibbling*

Tailgate: *blink blink*

Nightwish: He's a little organic baby pet, and he's crying because he thinks you're crying.

Verity: What kind of pet sounds like that?

Minimus: *softly* A baby raptor.

Verity: ...You're **** me.

Minimus: *headshake. Will remind Verity to mind her language later* The Primus Servant at the Sanctuary I was at has one as well.

Verity: 0_0 *just watches Tailgate now*

Tailgate: *peeking through one of the mesh windows and clicking softly*

fuzzy: *stops crying and peeks back with big-eyed delight, then flirts as only baby things can flirt. Love the babby, yes?*

Tailgate: *totally head over heels, will carefully unzip the door to the carrier*

fuzzy: *scoots right out and into his hand, a jingly toy mousie held in the tiny jaws*

Tailgate: *soft, happy little sound*

Cyclonus: ...

Nightwish: *gently pokes little Tsubasa into the big warrior's hands*

Tsubasa: *skreek?*

Cyclonus: ... *blink. Blink!*

Nightwish: *quietly* That's my baby sister. Take good care of her.

Cyclonus: *wordless nod* *will protect the tiny being with his life*

Nightwish: Her name's Tsubasa, and she was born last night.

Tsubasa: *climbing the new big's arm, her big eyes quizzical*

Cyclonus: *very slight nod, will make sure the little one won't fall*

Tailgate: *now reading a hardlight holographic book about pet raptors as the fuzzy stands on the book and studies it with curious interest for the pictures*

Tsubasa: *has reached her big's head and is holding on with hands and feets. Big yawn and a tiny little weary creel*

Cyclonus: *to Nightwish* What fuel does she require?

Nightwish: *goes to the pile of things and comes back with a big hammer box* This. She'll let you know when she's hungry. And she can have some of yours so long as it's mild.

Cyclonus: *small, careful nod*

Nightwish: She's going to need to be with you nearly constantly when she's this young, and right now she'll need quiet time with just her family so she can imprint properly.

Cyclonus: Understood. *will move to carefully scoop up Tailgate and the raptor, intending to head back to the habsuite*

Tailgate: *surprised squeak, protective of the little fuzzy raptor*

fuzzy: *HAI, NOO FRENS! Happily shakes his mousie to make it jingle*

Nightwish: Dismissed. *waves to her baby sister*

Tsubasa: *tiny skreeks. Is listening to her big's brains*

Cyclonus: *will bring Tsubasa, Tailgate, and the raptor home*

Nightwish: *grins at Minimus. How'm I doing?*

Minimus: *nod of approval*

Verity: *quirks a brow as she watches the exchange*

Nightwish: *and then turns to look toward the door several minutes before Whirl appears in said door with a Nightstrike wrapped around her head*

Whirl: Where'd this come from?! *was trying to pester some of the others when she got tackled from behind*

Nightwish: That's my baby sister Nightstrike. You're her caretaker now.

Nightstrike: *teefs skreek skreek skreek on Mentor's head*

Whirl: Whaaat?!

Minimus: *startled look for Nightwish*

Nightwish: Congratulations, woman. You have a family. It's what you get for being a skid plate.

Verity: It's the end of the world as we know it. *smirk*

Whirl: *rude hand gesture*

Minimus: *wants so dearly to facepalm*

Nightstrike: Skidplate. *rower!*

Nightwish: Wow. She's taking the paint off.

Whirl: Make her stooooop! *whining*

Nightwish: Here. *gives the one eyed bot a box*

Whirl: *distracted* What the *bleep* is this?

Nightwish: The rest of your care package.

Whirl: *blink blink* .... Cool.

Nightstrike: *backfire* *it reverberates*

Nightwish: *winces and shuts off her olfactory sensors* Dismissed. Go open your present.

Minimus: *wincing and shutting his intakes*

Whirl: Whatever. *heads out, box in hand*

Verity: Did that kid just fart?

Minimus: Yes.

Nightwish: *back among the packages* Yup.

Verity: *sniggerfitdie*

Minimus: *quiet sigh. Tries to hide how tired he feels now that all the excitement's worn down*

Verity: Can we have one?

Nightwish: Not right now. There's only two babies on the ship.

First Aid: *over the speaker* //Ultra Magnus, Perceptor is currently undergoing brain crack repair, and Rewind and Chromedome have somehow managed to combine their CNA and make a new spark.//

Nightwish: *pauses and looks up* ...What? Who let them in the lab?

First Aid: //They snuck in after Drift broke Perceptor's brain.//

Minimus: *looks up, quite startled* What?!

First Aid: //You need to add a new bot to the ship roster. The new spark is female, and I think she might wind up strong enough to be a point one percentor.//

Nightwish: *finds the package she was looking for* The ***** did those two get into?

First Aid: //Only Perceptor could tell us.//

Minimus: *worriedly* How did Drift break Perceptor's brain?!

First Aid: //I think she told him that he was on her list of possible spouses.//

Minimus: -_-;;

Nightwish: *sighs* Computer, PA system.

PA system: *pings on and ready*

Nightwish: All hear this, all hear this. Listen up, scrapheads. From this time forward any male bot that harasses a female because of her gender will be locked in the brig with Whirl after she's had high grade. Any female that harasses a male because of his gender will be locked in the brig with Whirl after she's had high grade. That is all.

Whirl: *can be heard cackling just down the hall*

Minimus: 0_0

Nightwish: //Drift, report to the brig.//

Drift: *meeps over comms*

Nightwish: *stands and walks over to set a very big package down beside Verity* There's the rest of your stuff. Don't fall in the hammer box, okay?

Verity: Hammer box? o_0

Nightwish: Kinda like a bag of holding, only it looks like an ice chest.

Verity: *shares a surprised look with Minimus*

Nightwish: So open it. First Aid, you need me down there?

First Aid: *sounds distracted* //No. I think Rodimus can cover the insane cackling quota for this incident.//

Verity: *cautiously opening the hammer box*

Minimus: *curious about what is in the hammer box, will keep Verity from falling in it*

Whirl: *goes past shouting that she needs shots*

hammer box: *contains lots of packaged foods and snacks* *and laying beside it is a bundled up winter weight sleeping bag, and a drawstring bag full of clothes*

Nightwish: //Whirl, what's your problem?//

Verity: *soft, amused snort*

Whirl: //I wanna see how many points I can score on the game when I'm plastered!// *if she had a proper face, she'd be going :D right now*

Nightwish: //Go make faces at Drift after you're charged up. She's in the brig.//

Whirl: //... *cackle* Sweeet.// *will go get blitzed, then*

Nightwish: Verity?

Verity: At least I won't freeze my *bleep* off anymore.

Nightwish: *slight grin* That's what Den said.

Verity: ... Den?

Minimus: She owns and operates a blanket factory in the the Nexus.

Nightwish: Yeah. She got her friend to knit with soft furry yarn to make you that blanket. And she sewed something called a snuggy sack.

Verity: That'll be good to sleep in.

Nightwish: *slight grin returns* There are some plush TV characters in there too.

Verity: *wrinkles her nose*

Minimus: *is quietly amused, but his optics are starting to dim slightly with tiredness*

Nightwish: *quietly* Verity, take Minimus to medbay, okay?

Verity: *scowls, but then looks up at her uncle's face*

Nightwish: *quietly* Yeah. He's tired.

Minimus: *trying valiantly to not look tired*

Verity: *quirks one eyebrow. And then fakes a massive yawn*

Minimus: *quietly fussing and worrying about the teen now*

Verity: Let's get you to medbay so I can go set up all my new swag.

Minimus: *very soft sigh, and a small nod of agreement* Very well.

Verity: *big grin. But then scowls again and looks at Nightwish* Lataes. *jumps down and boost/rides the hover chair out of the room*

Nightwish: Yeah. Later. *turns back to the piles of stuff* Why are you out there looking so scared, Roddy?

Rodimus: Whirl's drunk.

Nightwish: Uh huh. I know. Oh, and you're my fiance. That's not harassing me. *sets aside Drift's package*

Rodimus: ... Oh. *will approach* So what about when we're on shore leave? Do we throw the glitches who would harass someone based on their gender in our brig with Whirl, or find a jail on-planet and throw 'em in there with Whirl?

Nightwish: If it's one of ours the penalty's always the same. If it's someone else's we let the local authorities deal with it. Unless they're glitches too. Then we kick skid.

Rodimus: ... *thinks about this, then nods* Works for me.

Nightwish: Hormah sent these. *holds out a rolled up multiversal marriage license*

Rodimus: *blinks* What are they? *curious*

Nightwish: Have a look.

Rodimus: *will proceed to do so, blinking and boggling once he's finished examining the document*

Nightwish: *quietly* That's what you wanted, right?

Rodimus: *looks up at her with a grin, but it's not his "Trouble/fun is about to start" grin. Instead, it's more of a gentle, shy grin*

Nightwish: *quiet little huff of an intake as her spark jumps at that expression*

Rodimus: We need sober witnesses.

Nightwish: Who'd get maddest if you didn't pick them?

Rodimus: Drift, Swerve, and maybe Tailgate.

Nightwish: *face blooms into her lovely smile* I love Tailgate.

Rodimus: *chuckles* He's a good 'Bot. He's not as jumpy as he was when he first arrived, at any rate.

Nightwish: *smile turns very slightly smug* He's not as sick as he was either.

Rodimus: ... Wait. Tailgate is sick? *worried now*

Nightwish: *blinks* You didn't know?

Rodimus: No. What's wrong with Tailgate? *very worried*

Nightwish: *uncertainly* I'm not sure I'm supposed to tell you. Let's go to Swerve's.

Rodimus: *slight frown, but nods* Alright.

Nightwish: *pings Tailgate and Red Alert*

Tailgate: *response is a startled squeak* *was playing with the baby raptor*

Red Alert: *groggy response. Got talked into having another rest by Swerve and Firestar*

Nightwish: //Tailgate, could you come to Swerve's? Tell Cyclonus I need you to witness something. Red, bring your family to Swerve's? We need Swerve to witness too.//

Red Alert: *groggy affirmative of the order*

Tailgate: //A-Alright.//

Nightwish: //And I have more candy for you, TG.//

Tailgate: *happy little sound over comms*

Nightwish: *grins and signs off, but then pings Red Alert again* //Tell Swerve to get the bar ready for a celebration.//

Red Alert: *starting to sound a bit more awake as he relays that to Swerve*

Nightwish: *signs off again, and then unconsciously puts on a stern expression as she pings Drift*

Drift: //HALP!//

Nightwish: //Are you sorry yet?//

Drift: //YES! EEEK!//

Nightwish: //Whirl. Go home and play your game. Give the spare mallet to the kid.//

Whirl: //Awwww.... Alright.//

Nightwish: *stern voice go!* //Drift, report to Swerve's.//

Drift: //Going!//

Nightwish: *counts ten* //Now, Whirl.//

Whirl: //Aww. Fine. I'll get her next time.//

Nightwish: *signs off* *then grins at Rodimus* Alright. I called the witnesses.

Rodimus: *grin* Cool.

Nightwish: *looks around* Okay, I'll just close this place up so nobody can mess with this stuff.

Rodimus: *nod* Good idea.

Nightwish: So you gotta stop standing in the door. *grin*

Rodimus: *grins and moves*

Nightwish: *tells the door to close and lock, then snags a hand grenade out of the air and bites it*

Lancer: *rowdy cheer*

Rodimus: *boggling*

Nightwish: *glances at Lancer. Glances again* *brow quirk*

Signal: Hey, Lancer, I think you're a girl! *laughs and ducks as his twin swings at his head*

Nightwish: *munching* You heard the last PA announcement, right?

Signal: *meeps*

Nightwish: *and then frowns at the grenade* Bleh. This is a dud.

Lancer: *sheepishly* Well, yeah... we get yelled at if we play with live ammo.

Nightwish: By who? *tosses the chomped grenade toward Signal*

Signal: Used to be Mags...

Nightwish: It's not like a grenade of that model could actually damage anything. *glances at Rodimus to see what he says*

Rodimus: *still boggling*

Nightwish: *blink* What's wrong?

Rodimus: You just ate part of a grenade.

Nightwish: Yeah. I like the bite.

Rodimus: *just a bit brain broken now*

Nightwish: *expression drops a bit*

Rodimus: Just... don't do that with a live one. That'd probably end badly. *worrying slightly*

Nightwish: *quietly* Actually, I've eaten live ones. I had one this morning.

Rodimus: 0_0

Signal: Yeah, and we missed it. *sulk*

Nightwish: *proud shoulders drooping slightly* Maybe we shouldn't do that wedding thing yet.

Rodimus: *worriedly* Eating grenades won't hurt you? *just wants to keep you safe, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *perks with some relief* No. That can't hurt me. Not even in this standard body.

Rodimus: *slight frown as he thinks this over before nodding* Alright.

Nightwish: *quietly* //My spark's got the strength of a miniature sun, and never needs recharging.// The chemicals in the grenade get neutralized.

Rodimus: *blink. Blink* ... *grin* Cool..

Nightwish: *without turning around* Lancer, let go of your brother's ears.

Lancer: Alright. *will do so, only to get Signal into a headlock*

Nightwish: *still without turning* Let go of his head, too.

Lancer: Aww. Alright. *lets Signal go, and then the two are cheerfully heckling one another once more*

Nightwish: *quirks a brow at Rodimus*

Rodimus: They do that. They're combiners. *shrugs a shoulder*

Nightwish: That's not what I was asking about. *golden optics brighten a bit with laughter*

Rodimus: Oh... Right. Swerve's. *grin* Let's go.

Nightwish: *small chuckle and offers him her hand*

Rodimus: *will reach for the offered hand*

Nightwish: *lets him take it, then offers him a little round bit of something golden and glowing*

Rodimus: *blinks and reaches for what's being offered* *curiously* What's this?

Nightwish: *grins and starts toward the bar* Energon goodie. That's locked, you glitches.

Rodimus: Ooo. *will proceed to nomph*

Signal: Aww. *sulk*

Lancer: Aw.

candy: *sends a zing of well being through Rodimus' systems*

Rodimus: *pleased rumble*

Nightwish: Like that, huh? *reaches down with her spare hand and scoops Ratchet off the floor, then shakes him gently as she walks beside Rodimus*

Ratchet: *groggy sound*

Rodimus: Where'd you get it? *curious*

Nightwish: The candy? I make it. *shakes Ratchet again* Hey, Doc. Guess what Rewind and Chromedome did. *grin*

Rodimus: Coool.

Ratchet: *blearily* If they're not bleeding, I don't want to know.

Nightwish: *grin gets rotten* They made a baby!

Ratchet: ... *a lot more alert now!*

Nightwish: In Perceptor's lab, while First Aid was fixing his processor. *can hear music from Swerve's as they turn the corner*

Ratchet: 0_0

Nightwish: *sees if she can't prop him on his feet without stopping*

Ratchet: *stumbles slightly*

Rodimus: First Aid's still working on Perceptor, last I knew.

Nightwish: He'll be alright, right? *glances at her fiance, but then stops and frowns at the angry looking bot that just planted themself in front of the three of them*

Rodimus: First Aid's almost as good as Ratchet. Perceptor will be fine. *blinks and looks to see who's there*

Nightwish: Who are you?

Piston: Ratchet, Rodimus, Ultra Magnus, you have to do something about that mess that Chromedome and Rewind made!

Rodimus: ... Mess? *confused*

Ratchet: *small frown*

Piston: That artificial spark! We can't let the thing stay on the Lost Light! What if it gets loose and starts killing people?

Rodimus: *much frown* Who died and made you Primus?

Ratchet: More importantly, why would we need to do something about a new life?

Piston: What are you talking about? It's not a new life. It's not from Primus. It's a freakish lab experiment.

Nightwish: *face just froze*

Rodimus: *expression goes dangerous* Piston, shut up.

Piston: *confused look for the Prime* But we have to protect the crew! *turns head and shows the dent on the side of it*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge* Who gave that to you?

Piston: What? This? *hand goes to his legs, which have strips of paint gouged off them*

Ratchet: The dent to your helm.

Piston: *scowl darkens* I don't know who threw it. It was some lead box from Perceptor's lab, and that freak Brainstorm had joined the other two by then.

Ratchet: And the paint gouges?

Piston: I don't know what Rewind was doing. I was too busy dodging the mop that Chromedome was trying to beat my brains out with.

Ratchet: You deserved what you got, Piston.

Rodimus: Run your vocalizer like that again, and I'll tell Whirl to meet you in the brig.

Piston: *scowl vanishes and is replaced by utter confusion* What are you talking about?

Rodimus: *seriously* Their kid's not a threat.

Piston: It's not a kid! Rodimus, it's not from the Source! It's Arcee all over a GURK!

Nightwish: *just picked him up by the neck, and Piston is not a small bot*

Rodimus: *pinging Whirl's comm and telling her to meet Piston in the brig* *pings Swerve and tells him to give Whirl more high grade* *to Piston* Their kid's a new life. It doesn't matter if the kid's from the Source or not. They're alive and they're a person.

Piston: *struggles* Magnus, what're you... ack!

Nightwish: *quietly, the blue optics of her mask burning into the wide eyes of the bot in her hand* I was born in a lab. So were my baby sisters, who are on this ship. Primus has approved all of us, and he sent us here. Do you have a problem with that?

Ratchet: *boggling now at Nightwish's strength*

Piston: What? This isn't funEEEEE! *got shaken*

Rodimus: *cooly* Whirl's waiting for him in the brig.

Nightwish: *calls enforcers, and then chucks the burly and now stunned bot to the floor in front of them* *still quiet, her face still expressionless* Come on, Ratchet. Rodimus, I'll meet you at Swerve's in a few.

Ratchet: *nods*

Rodimus: Alright. See you there, soon.

Nightwish: *absent little peck for the Prime, and then gathers the wobbly medic into her arms and carries him at a rapid jog toward Perceptor's lab*

Rodimus: *blinks*

Ratchet: Where are we going?

Nightwish: *sighs. Coldness gone from her voice* We've got upset parents to calm down, Ratch.

Ratchet: Ah. *nods* And I should probably give the new life their first check-up.

Nightwish: *and there's the sweet smile that manages not to look out of place on the Magnus face* Yeah. *hugs her passenger* It's a girl.

Ratchet: *blink. Blink!*

Nightwish: *glances down at him* What's wrong?

Ratchet: Just how many girls are there on board?

Nightwish: Oh right. You were passed out when Ambulon realized. *slight grin* You know the sparks that have the soft gold glitters in them?

Ratchet: *nods, then he's boggling* You mean... Jazz?!

Nightwish: *chuckle* *softly* //And Brainstorm, but no one's supposed to tell her. Also Whirl, Rung, Chromedome, Drift, Lancer...//

Ratchet: 0_0 //I'd hate to see the path of destruction if Brainstorm ever finds out.//

Nightwish: //That's why not even her sister's telling.//

Ratchet: *small nod* //How have the others been coping?//

Nightwish: //After Rung nearly went into shock it was decided that from now on people would only be told if they asked. That's why Lancer doesn't know yet. Chromedome celebrated by kissing Rewind stupid and then making this little point one percenter baby, Drift reacted by harassing Perceptor and Blaster, Whirl wants boobies.//

Ratchet: ... *facepalm*

Nightwish: I gave her my older baby sister to mentor instead.

Ratchet: ... Are you sure that's a good idea?

Nightwish: *dirty rotten little chuckle as she databursts him a picture*

Ratchet: *boggling now*

Nightwish: Yeah. Nightstrike will keep her busy. *looks up ahead and sees a small face peering from the slightly open door of the lab and scowling as Rewind has never before scowled*

Ratchet: *soothingly* Easy, Rewind. Piston's in the brig.

Rewind: *draws back a little, but then puts his head right out the door* Yeah, but what if some other whackadoodle shows up? *no laughter in his voice*

Nightwish: *stoops to pick up the lead box that got heaved at Piston, then carries both it and Ratchet*

Ratchet: Then we'll send Whirl to the brig to talk to them.

Rewind: *frown* I thought that was for sexual harassment.

Nightwish: *bit sharply, as she stops in front of the door* It's for what I decide it's for.

Chromedome: *standing protectively in front of the newspark, anger showing clearly in her expression*

Brainstorm: *looks over her shoulder from where she'd been talking to Chromedome. Has the heavy mop in one hand. Also looks extremely hung over*

Nightwish: *sets Ratchet on his feet and lets him go, then hunkers down to offer Rewind a hug*

Rewind: *hesitates, but then goes and hugs hard. Wibbly intake*

Ratchet: *will move to cautiously approach Chromedome*

Brainstorm: *quietly, without looking away from the medic* Easy, Chromie. It's Ratchet. You know Ratchet likes kids. Right, Ratchet?

Chromedome: *very reluctant to let anyone see the newborn*

Ratchet: *soothingly* Everything will be alright, Chromedome. I just want to make sure your child is healthy. You don't have to go too far from them.

Brainstorm: *weary brightness* Her. We've got a baby girl aboard.

Nightwish: *as she slips inside and comes over to offer Rewind to his wife* We have three baby girls aboard.

Ratchet: *blinks and looks to Nightwish* Three?

Chromedome: *will move slightly to reach for Rewind*

Nightwish: *makes sure Chromedome has Rewind, and then picks both of them up. Straightens and turns to the medic* Yeah. Cyclonus has my newest sister. *sees the newborn and gasps slightly with wonder* She's fizzing!

Chromedome: *worry, fret!* Is she okay?

Ratchet: *scanning*

Nightwish: *laughs* She's mad or sassy, that's all.

little spark: *fizz fizzz fizz! Drop down for a sip of energy from the energy source in her tank. Back up again! Fizzzzzz!*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* She's a strong one. And temperamental.

Nightwish: Is she really a point one percenter?

Rewind: *softly, his voice holding static* 'Course she is. Lookit her, Maggy.

Ratchet: She is a point one percenter.

Chromedome: *quietly* Will she be alright until we can get a shell for her?

little spark: *bump against the side of her tank. FIIZZZ! Bump bump. Droop to the bottom and POUT*

Rewind: Wow. I know exactly what she's doin', and she don't even gotta face yet.

Nightwish: *quiet wonder* She's beautiful.

Chromedome: *very slight smile behind her mask*

Ratchet: I'll see what materials we have that we can use to forge her shell.

Nightwish: *quietly* I can use my teleporter to do a timed trip and bring us all to where we can get her a shell right away, if she's ready for one. *glances at Brainstorm* Not you.

Brainstorm: *droop*

Ratchet: *surprised look* You have a teleporter?

Chromedome: *surprised*

Nightwish: *nods* And it's built in, so there won't be any unauthorized borrowing.

Brainstorm: *starts whistling before she catches herself*

Rewind: I've seen her do it. *distracted by looking toward his newborn with pride and concern*

little spark: *getting furious about having the hiccoughs*

Chromedome: *wants to fuss over newborn*

Ratchet: *recognizes the expression on Chromedome and Rewind's faces* Let's go get this little one her shell.

Nightwish: Should I get the tank, or can you do it?

Ratchet: I think I can manage. *moving to get the tank*

Rewind: *soothingly pat patting his wife's arm even as he watches and jitters worriedly*

Nightwish: *comforting and very gentle squish for both the new parents, then looks over at Ratchet* Ready? Lean against me and brace yourself.

Ratchet: *will get the tank held securely and lean against Nightwish* Ready.

Chromedome: *small nod* Ready.

Nightwish: *brings them to the reception area of WakeJumper and Eclipse's home and hospital*

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