dens_tf_den | Scattersverse, Station Tau, Good News!

Moonracer: *coming out of Fixer's room with a smile on her faceplates and a bounce in her step*

Starburst: *sitting on the tray in her hands, loving his dolly*

TM: *Getting 'killed' by the local younglings and sparklets* Alright! Alright! I surrender! *laughing*

Moonracer: *stops to beam at her mate* Fixer called me an idiot.

TM: *tilts his head back, has a youngling sitting on his chest, who has commandeered the Minor's hat* Really? She's feeling better?

Moonracer: She must be. Oh, I'm so happy! :D

Starburst: *sits in the empty oil cup*

TM: *looks at the younglings and sparklets pinning him down* Okay guys, I gotta get back to work...We'll play more later, alright? *gentle smile as the youngsters let him go, and the one who has his helmet hands it back* Thank you much. ^_^

Moonracer: *confused expression* But I thought our shift was ending about now, Torky....

TM: *blink blink* oh yeah! :D

Moonracer: Lets go see Viisaus and find out if there's any new news from Cybertron before we go off. *happy smile, this not fighting is wonderful*

TM: *nods and moves to take the tray* I hope there's news from Earth...

Moonracer: *smile fades to concern as she gives it to him* Poor Sharpshot. ;_;

TM: She's got Hound with her..and remember, Ratchet was able to save Fixer...so I'm sure she'll be alright. ^_^

Moonracer: *wibble* And poor Fixer. I don't like people being sick.

TM: But she's feeling better...She'll be alright, I think...*Quiet*Gonna hafta be careful when she's back in her repairbay...

Moonracer: She'll have to learn how to throw things again. *stops by the office door and touches the pad, then clicks to Starburst, who is talking to she and Torque and his dolly as he sits in the cup*

VP: *Chuckling as he converses with Cybertron* Well, that's certainly worth the attention those two have gotten...And do tell Wheeljack and Bluestreak congratulations for me...I don't know when I'll be in attendance of a council meeting next...*nodding as he listens to the mech on the other end* Of course. Thank you for letting us know...Viisaus Prime out.

Moonracer: *romance radar tingling!* Oooooo. Congratulations for what?!

VP: *Settling in his chair again, smiling a bit* Wheeljack and one of the femmes who assisted him with a project are bonded now...They're also awaiting the day that their newspark will be ready to be put into his elementary protoform...They've got plenty of help though, as they've got twins who were created prior to their bonding...femmes, both of them...*chuckling*

TM: Wow...They've been busy...*blinking at the amused look VP is giving him* What? What'd I say?

Moonracer: *squeeeeing* Ohhhh! Are the twins from the Allspark? *bounce bounce more happy squee*

Sunburst: *clicky click*

VP: *headshake, smiling* The twins are lab-created...Wheeljack decided to study what would happen with two sets of spark codes and how newsparks are created by that method...Keepsake and Eclipse are the first newsparks created by such a means on Cybertron....so naturally, everyone's making quite the fuss over them...*Chuckles*

Moonracer: *confused expression is go* But isn't combined code how the sparks that happen in spark compartments happen?

VP: *Faceplates heating in a blush* Er...that is...

Moonracer: *head tilty, and looks at Torque too*

TM: *Blink blink*

VP: *Cough* Ahem...*still blushing* Th-the methods that were used to create Keepsake and Eclipse...while similar to how combined code newsparks are created...are different, or so I've been led to believe...

Moonracer: *blink* Ohhhhh! Right, you said they made them in the lab. Ohhhhh. So Bluestreak is their mama?

VP: Bluestreak only donated code for Eclipse....Someone else was Keepsake's femme code donor...

TM: *puzzled, sets the cuppaStarburst on the desk, and moves to sit in his normal chair* I'm lost...

Moonracer: *sits on the desk next to Starburst, crossing one leg over the other as she leans back on one hand* Me too.

VP: They are related due to who their mech-code donator is....Though I was quite surprised to learn that Wheeljack used his own code in combination with the codes that yielded Keepsake and Eclipse...

Moonracer: Why? *swings leg slightly* And who is Keepsake's mama? Why did Wheeljack use two different femme codes?

VP: From my understanding, the femme whose code went towards creating Keepsake...well...her code was all that was left of her....*optics downcast as he says this* Bluestreak apparently volunteered to donate her code....

Moonracer: Ohhhh. :(   *wibbles a bit, but then perks* And Bluestreak and Wheeljack fell in love.

VP: *nods* And they were sleeping off the disorientation of a new sparkbond when Perceptor went to check on Wheeljack a couple of solar cycles ago...

TM: Man...Everyone's bonding and having newsparks...*chuckles*

Moonracer: Except us and you.

VP: *chuckles* Though you seem to be raising a youngbot...*amused twinkle in his optics as he offers Starburst a goodie*

Moonracer: *looks thoughtfully at her tiny friend* Do you really think so? Ratchet and Fixer couldn't tell how old he is.

Starburst: *clicks softly and accepts goodie without moving from cup*

VP: Granted, neither can I...though he does act like one, does he not?

Moonracer: Well... he likes his dolly. But he's a lot quieter than the youngbots are. *studying Starburst* And he's got that funny tech.

VP: *small shrug* Perhaps where he is from, they are built in such a manner...and are not very vocal...

Moonracer: *gentle fingers touch Starburst* I'll have to start trying to teach him things.

Starburst: *talks to her about his goodie, which he is hugging with his dolly*

TM: I'll help! ^^

Starburst: *then makes his little sleepy peep*

Moonracer: *picks him up and cuddles him, searching in her glove compartment for his bag*

TM: *searching his glove compartment, triumphant grin as he pulls out the cloth bag* Here! ^^

Moonracer: *face lights, and she holds out the little one, who is curled up and mostly asleep already*

TM: *carefully brings the bag up around Starburst, and clicks quietly to the little mech*

Starburst: *talks to him too in his little clicks, sighs and goes into stasis*

Moonracer: *coos softly*

Rundown: *wanders in, looking tired* Aren't you guys off yet? I can't settle down.

TM: *Sheepish grin* Sorry...*arm around Moonracer's shoulders* C'mon...let's go home.

Moonracer: *leans back to kiss her mate on the cheek, and then slips away from him to go and hug Rundown, chattering softly as she inquires about bad dreams and asks him if he noticed his hammock swinging when that asteroid had hit earlier*

Rundown: *just hugs her back and gives his mentor a zonked look*

TM: *Salutes to VP, who nods, chuckling, and then he's following Moonracer, and moving to gently usher Rundown out the door and back to quarters*

Rundown: Yeah... I noticed it.... *cracks a massive yawn and slumps as Moonracer moves to walk beside him with one hand on his back as she looks up at him with boundless sympathy* Jets being crazy again?

TM: When aren't they? *Chuckles*

Rundown: Those guys scare me. *blink* Was that asteroid hit their fault?

TM: I'm not sure...I'll ask Chromia...she was their team lead today...

Rundown: .... She was probably throwing rocks at 'em. *brow lift*

Moonracer: *starts to tell him Chromia wouldn't do that, then stops and goes >_>*

TM: *blink blink, looks where Moonracer is looking*

Chromia: *Giving the Jets a bit of good-natured heckling*

Moonracer: *perks and waves to them all as Rundown slips behind Torque* Chromia! Did you see that asteroid hit? It startled me so much that I spilled Fixer's oil, and she called me an idiot!

Chromia: Only reason th't ast'roid hit was 'cause these two missed! *Is prepared to duck in case of swinging Jet twin arms*

Jets: *protesting that she MOVED, and that this is not the cool!*

Rundown: *mutters something witty about dorks*

Moonracer: Missed? o.0

Chromia: Missed hittin' it t' knock it off course...*Moving to grab the nearest Jet and give him a noogie*

Jetstorm: *flailing and laughing*

Chromia: *keeps up with the noogie for a few moments more, before releasing Jetstorm and moving to noogie Jetfire*

Jetfire: *disses his brother and bolts away down the hall laughing*

Jetstorm: *goes after him, insulting loudly and ungrammatically*

Rundown: ....Whacked.

Chromia: Guys! wait f'r me! Ah'm buyin' remember? *hurries off after the twins*

Moonracer: *watches them go, her head tilted as she cuddles Torque and waits for Chromia to realize what she just said about Fixer*

Rundown: *has head on Torque's back and is snoozing lightly*

Chromia: *stops short and turns around* ...Fixer's hurlin' insults 'gain?

TM: *reaching around to gently pat whatever part of Rundown he can reach*

Moonracer: *suddenly bouncing and squeeing and chattering all the details*

Rundown: *snork* Whu?

Chromia: *Whoops and shouts as she runs after the jets that drinks are on her tonight!*

Moonracer: *giggles, and then yawns*

TM: C'mon...let's go get some rest...*nudges family towards quarters again*

Moonracer: *perks and starts chattering again as she glomps onto his arm. Chatters all the way home and into their apartment*

Rundown: *stumbles a bit as he stops leaning on Torque* Want me to hang Starburst up in my room? *because even just having the little guy by his hammock lets him have a sound rest*

TM: I think that'd be a good idea...*smiles a bit*

Rundown: *accepts Moonracer's kiss on the cheek goodnight, and gives her a little hug, then lets her say goodnight to Starburst before he takes the little bag and goes through the door to the room that used to be Hound and Sharpshot's*

Moonracer: *watches him close the door, then waits till she hears the slight creak of his hammock before turning and putting her arms around Torque* Fixer called me an idiot! *singsong happy*

TM: *gently nuzzles Moonracer's helm, grinning* I'm glad she's starting to feel better...I hope it's not too long before she's back in her medbay...I bet 'Rail would freak...

Moonracer: *looks up at him, sobering* He's been freaking anyway. I don't think he likes being the principal medi-bot.

TM: *nods* That's understandable...especially since Viisaus Prime ordered him to keep the other medics out of Fixer's medbay...

Moonracer: *turns her head slightly as the hammock creaks again, then tiptoes over to peek into their younglings' room* Yes. Awwww! Look at them, Torky. My little one, and your ward. It does feel like we're a family.

TM: *moves quietly to peek in on the younglings* *small smile* Yeah...

Moonracer: *optics soft as she watches Rundown sleep, then softly* Do you think... we should bond sometime soon? While we have this peace?

TM: *gently nuzzles Moonracer's helm, small smile* There's no time like the present...right?

Moonracer: *looks up with wide optics* We have shifts scheduled for the next cycle. We can't just do it and leave Viisaus to try and shuffle everyone.

TM: Well...let's give him a heads up?

Moonracer: *nod nod* Maybe the shift cycle after this next one. That will give him enough time to schedule things without us. And we have to let Rundown know, too.

TM: *thinking about this, and nodding* Yeah...you're right... *another helm nuzzle*

Moonracer: *smiles up at him, then makes a funny little squeak as she muffles a yawn with her hand* Oh!

TM: *Quiet chuckle, gently nudges Moonracer towards the berth* Let's get some rest...

Moonracer: *smiles* That sounds good. Today was so busy. But good. And Fixer called me an idiot!

TM: *Smiles* Probably won't be too long before we'll all be running in fear because she'll be able to chase us...

Moonracer: *pauses in the act of sitting on the berth* 0_0 Do you think she really will? She used to stay in her medbay, before.

TM: *Shrug* Who knows? She might...*moves to join Moonracer on the berth*

Moonracer: *snuggles against him* Oooo, that's scary. I hope she doesn't!

TM: *rubbing Moonracer's back* It's more likely that she'll chase me, or Chromia or Firestar...or Jetfire and Jetstorm...

Moonracer: *thinks of Fixer's future first meeting with the Jets* 0_0!

TM: ?

Moonracer: *breathlessly tells him what she'd been thinking of*

TM: ... O_O ohhhhslag...we're gonna be cleaning up the fallout from that for solar cycles!

Moonracer: *hides her face on him*

TM: *Wibble*

Moonracer: ...I'm scared.

TM: *cuddles Moonracer* I'll protect you.

Moonracer: Maybe... maybe if we send Rundown with them it'll be okay....

TM: *nods* and maybe we can have Chromia waiting to run interference...

Moonracer: *perk slightly, but then shiver* Um... that might make it worse.

TM: er...it'd give the Jets time to get away?

Moonracer: ...I guess that would make less to clean up....

TM: *SnuggaMoonracer* We'll think of something...

Moonracer: *nod nod. Is soo sleepy now, and Torky is so nice and warm and rumbly.... Snuggle and stasis*

Few hours later

VP: *finishes closing up the office for the night, then heads to Fixer's quarters, after stopping at Mirage's bar to pick up some mid grade, and then he's knocking on the door to the medic's quarters*

Fixer: Door's open.

VP: *quiet chuckle as he enters* How are you feeling, Fixer?

Fixer: *watches him step on the oil spill that Moonracer didn't quite succeed in cleaning up*

VP: *stumbles a bit as he loses his footing momentarily, but manages to keep his balance*

Fixer: Surrounded by idiots. How about you?

VP: *frowning at the oil spill for a moment, before his attention goes back to Fixer, and he smiles* I recieved an interesting piece of information...apparently, there are a pair of newsparks that were created in a lab back on Cybertron...

Fixer: ...Slagging perverts, they'll make sparklets anywhere now days.

VP: *Blushing at what Fixer is suggesting* No, no, not like that...they were created from spark code samples...

Fixer: *pauses, interested* Why?

VP: Wheeljack heard something about sparklets created by the same means as the one Sharpshot and Hound are expecting...and you remember how he gets when he gets an idea in his processor...

Fixer: ...He had to figure out how it works. Yeah. *frown* Whose codes was he playing with?

VP: *Slightly sad look in his optics for a brief moment* The first sparklet was created from Pacer's and his code...but the second one, the first one's sibling, was created from code donated by a femme named Bluestreak...*chuckles a bit* And now Bluestreak and Wheeljack are bonded...

Fixer: *optics darken slightly* So he did keep something of Pacer. The way the two of them were always in the same place.... *gaze sharpens* Who's this Bluestreak?

VP: *nods, before focusing on the question about Bluestreak* A recent Academy graduate...she was one of the clerks at the Department of Records, and when Wheeljack put forth the notice requesting volunteers to donate spark code, she was one of the first to sign up...

Fixer: I wonder what she's like. *carefully stands out of her hover chair and takes a step toward her brother*

VP: *Sets the cubes of mid grade down on the table, before holding his hand out in an offer of assistance* From what I could see of her in the background of the Council's call, she seems a bit...spastic...

Fixer: *walks over to him and leans on his arm for a moment before looking toward the nearest chair. She's pleased. There was nearly no vertigo at all during her short trip* ...Spastic?

VP: *chuckles a bit and moves to help Fixer get to the chair* Excitable...and with a tendency to flail her arms about...she also seems to be capable of speaking at a rather high rate of speed when excited or startled...One of the Councilmechs came up from behind her when she was watching another screen...*amused expression*

Fixer: *frowns as she sits* Sounds like the total opposite to Pacer. Though we'll never know how she would have turned out if she'd managed to live long enough to complete her schooling and such.

VP: *nodding, and retrieving the cubes* Though...Wheeljack seems quite happy now...Granted, that could be for a multitude of reasons, including Keepsake and Eclipse...

Fixer: ...Keepsake's the one made from Pacer, isn't she?

VP: *nodding as he offers Fixer one of the cubes* And Eclipse is from Bluestreak...though, coincidentally enough, they seem to be twins, in a sense...

Fixer: *takes cube, resisting the urge to shutter her optics and work blind* He built their shells to be a set?

VP: I'm not certain...but they're quite similar...and from the feeds I was sent by Perceptor, they seem to have a way of communicating similar to the twins that are stationed here currently...

Fixer: The spark link, or the glitch-talk?

Fixer: Oh, or the morse code on the helmets..

VP: The spark link...

VP: And possibly the way they seem to communicate without words at times...

Fixer: Wonder if he hard wired 'em or something.

VP: I doubt it...from what I understand, they were created at the same time...so it's possible that they may simply be able to read one another better than anyone else...

Fixer: *nods as she sips her fuel, then gives her brother a look* Yeah, possible. Did you put carbon and calcien in this?

VP: *Chuckles* Considering that you belted me rather sharply the one time I accidentally left them out... *Probably going to get belted again, for being cheeky*

Fixer: That was back when I was in my old shell and needed stuff diluted. *yes, they have this exact argument every shift end lately*

VP: *amused chuckle* Well, perhaps when you are more able, you can tell Mirage exactly how you want your energon...to his face, even. *Sipping his own cube*

Fixer: *for the first time in a very long time she expresses her thoughts on Mirage*

VP: *SNORT, and some of his energon comes out his nose!*

Fixer: Nice. Heathen.

VP: *Still laughing, and trying to clean himself up*

Fixer: *eloquent optic roll... and then stops and tries that again*

VP: *pulling a cloth out of a storage compartment and wiping his face and front off* Honestly...Mirage isn't that bad....*still chuckling a bit*

Fixer: He's a smooth talking gyp. *and there lays the bot's sin, in her thinking*

VP: *serious* He's also our intel-bot...

Fixer: That's no reason to flirt with a femme when she's busy trying to put his slimy skidplate back together.

VP: *rolls optics and sighs a bit* You know he has to maintain his cover...though, if you would prefer, I will have a word with him about toning down his flirtatious attitude...

Fixer: I saw what you just did.

VP: *chuckles* Then that counts as progress... *definitely going to get belted at some point, isn't he?*

Fixer: Don't push your luck you old clunker. *yes... that is a scowl*

VP: *laughing again, and feeling glad that Fixer's still around to snark at him*

Fixer: *reaches out and baps him! And then pauses and looks at her fist*

VP: *Startled sound at being bapped, and then he's moving to gently hold Fixer's hand, offering wordless support and fond affection for his sister*

Fixer: I'm going to have to figure out where I can install tentacles. Fingers can only do so much, even if I have two sets now.

VP: *nods* Even with tools?

Fixer: *examining her free hand* The wires are more efficient

VP: Ah...*studious look, and is thinking, before he suggests having the tentacles placed on Fixer's back*

Fixer: *shakes head* No. *examines the place where her arm connects to her shoulder, concentrating to understand what her fingers are telling her* I'll figure it out. Plenty of time while I learn how to use this monstrosity.

VP: *chuckle* Surely it's not that bad, Fixer...

Fixer: It's big and heavy and ungangly. *looks at herself* And funny coloured. Is this really what femmes wear now?

VP: *Chuckles again* You should see the femmes stationed on Earth...their armor is shaped strangely due to their alternate-modes...

Fixer: It looks that different from Chromia and Moonracer? Speaking of Earth, have you heard anything from that slagging Sharpshot and Hound?

VP: *nods* Showtime Minor's armor, though she's of a similar protoform model to Firestar, is very different...it almost doesn't look Cybertronian... *quiet sigh* As for Sharpshot and Hound...Sharpshot's still not functioning at full capacity...though Ratchet is certain that once their newspark is placed into his shell, she'll be able to return to duty....

Fixer: *frowns as she absorbs this information, then looks him right in the optic for the first time in their lives together* They're not coming back, are they?

VP: *sigh* They might...but.. Somehow...I doubt it... I do hope I'm wrong though...

Fixer: *serious expression as she looks down at her empty cube* Maybe Hound's finally found his space.

VP: *quietly* Perhaps so...*finishes his cube without another word on the matter*

Fixer: *remembers the times she'd heard of the tracker standing and staring wistfully out the windows, then shakes her head and pushes away from the table* You'd better get your rusty old aft into stasis.

VP: *quiet sigh* Yes...you're right...*small smile as he thinks of his conversation with Moonracer and Torque Minor earlier* We may have to do a bit of roster re-arranging in the near future, if what Torque Minor and Moonracer were talking about is any indication...

Fixer: *pauses in getting up to give him a quizzical scowl*

VP: *getting up and moving to help Fixer up if she needs help* Moonracer and Torque Minor may be thinking about becoming bonded...*chuckles* I'll have to see how Jetfire and Jetstorm handle working in the office...

Fixer: 0_0 You're not that stupid.

VP: *smiles a bit* I'm kidding, Fixer...I'll just have Clocker and his brother come in for seven solar cycles....at least then, I know the office will still be standing.

Fixer: *grumbles at him as she takes his arm and heads toward her berth, then pauses and turns her head at a tap on the door* Who the slag?

VP: *Frown, will help Fixer to her berth, and then go to see who is at the door*

Fixer: *lays back on berth and then turns on side to watch*

Ironhide: *perks as door opens, then stands to attention and salutes* Viisaus Prime?

VP: *raised brow* May I help you?

Ironhide: The feller at the dock said Ah should report to ya before Ah settle down at the hotel fer mah leave. Ah'm Ironhide, of Rodimus Prime's team.

VP: *nods* At ease, Ironhide. Have you been shown where the hotel is?

Ironhide: *relaxes and grins* Ah have, sir.

VP: Very good...*smiles* At the start of next shift, I'll have one of the Enforcers give you the grand tour...*already has someone in mind, but is also thinking about where Chromia might be* Have you been given directions to the different restaraunts on the station yet?

Ironhide: No, sir. *hoping there's somewhere fancy and that a certain lady will behave long enough to be able to enjoy a visit there*

VP: *Chuckles and provides directions not only to the fancier restaurant, but also to Mirage's bar* You might have better luck finding a good place to refuel if you check at Mirage's...and if you're willing to shell out a little bit of credit...some of the locals are information traders...

Ironhide: Only information Ah'm interested in right now is where Chromia is. *grin widens a little*

VP: Check at Mirage's...*chuckles*

Ironhide: Yes, sir. *another salute, and then he's turning to go*

VP: Oh! If you see two mechs with her, remind them that they have a shift in the morning, and that they are to report to Firestar in the usual place.

Ironhide: Yes, sir. Ah'll do that.

VP: Thank you, Ironhide. You are dismissed.

Ironhide: *Strides away singing*

Fixer: *shaking her head with slight amusement*

VP: *chuckles and shakes his head, clearly amused* Ah, youth...

Fixer: And thick processors. *settles back on her berth* Go get some stasis.

VP: *another amused chuckle* Good rest, Fixer.

Fixer: *quietly, as she turns her face to the neatly patterned wall* Good rest.

VP: *dimming the lights as he leaves, before he pauses to glance back at Fixer, and then he nods once, before heading to his own quarters after a short walk down the hall*

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