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MTMTE. The /Lost Light/ and Terra. New Encounters Part 11
Continued from here
back at the ship
Nightwish: *walks into the med ward in Magnus mode* Ratchet, are you up to giving one more checkup tonight?
Ratchet: I think so. *coming out to see Nightwish. Stops short as he gets a good look at her*
Nightwish: *quizzical brow quirk as she sees his expression*
Ratchet: *boggling so much now* What. The...
Nightwish: *sudden guilty expression as she remembers her new shell. Swiftly changes to Nightwish mode*
Ratchet: What happened?! *trying not to get loud, so as not to wake Kriti and Eclipse*
Nightwish: 9.9 I got upgraded.
Ratchet: ... That is an understatement, Nightwish.
Nightwish: *back to Magnus mode* It bothered that baytech Shockwave to see me in a shell that couldn't keep up with me. Do you have time for that checkup or not?
Ratchet: *blink! But then he's nodding* You? Or someone else?
Nightwish: *turns and leaves the room for a moment, then returns gently shoving the grimy and scuffed form of Orion before her as Elita hovers watchfully at her shoulder*
Orion: *eyes on the floor and face set and tired beneath his mask*
Ratchet: *surprised sound, then he's moving to hug Orion* It's been a long time, Orion.
Orion: *sucks air in through his intakes, and then his broad shoulders are shaking*
Elita: *quiet, angry sound as Nightwish holds her back*
Ratchet: *quietly* It's alright. Let's get you taken care of. Then you and your lady friend should get some rest. *connecting the dots a bit*
Orion: *only cries harder, though it's mostly silent but for the whistle of air through his vents*
Ratchet: *patpat. Will let Orion cry until the mech is a bit calmer* *soothing sounds*
Elita: *quiet command* Let me go to him. Now.
Nightwish: *exact same tone* No.
Orion: *startles slightly and looks up at his friend* *voice scratchy from disuse and salt water abuse* I'm sorry, Ratchet.
Lyra: *head tilty from where she's standing on her nice man's shoulder*
Moofy and Fred: *are the sound of soft song from Ratchet's new hugmonster hold*
Orion: *notices the song then and blinks toward it before looking back to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *can't help the amused snerk he just did, will open the cover to his hold* Some of the native lifeforms have shown that they're quite fond of me.
Orion: *stares at the little dark green creature and the little bronze creature blankly* *repeats himself quietly* I'm sorry.
Fred: *sees that bad babby monster coming. Boots the little booger back out again* *you no boss*
Ratchet: *will give the former Prime a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he closes the hugmonster hold* *quietly* What happened is the past, Orion. It's time to start looking to the future, and living in the present.
Eclipse: *just started babbling and asking where his friend went*
bronze and gold babby monster: *calls when she hears her baby nice man, then bounces back to the private room where Ratchet's got Doctor Roxanne tucked with the bitties*
Orion: *quietly, looking down again with the attitude of a bot totally broken by despair* I can't see the future.
Elita: *impatient sound as Nightwish continues to block her from coming in*
Ratchet: *quietly and firmly* Orion, there isn't anyone on board this ship who hasn't made mistakes at some point in their lives. If they all dwelled on them, we'd have never even left Cybertron, much less survived as long as we have.
Orion: But I... Oh!
Nightwish: *just rolled her eyes and let Elita loose*
Elita: *boxed Orion's audios and is now standing behind him with her head on his shoulder and her arms around his chest from behind*
Orion: *so much shock and confusion* o.0;
Ratchet: *SNERK*
Kriti: *awake and making hungry babby sounds now*
Eclipse: *talking about this!*
Nightwish: *looks toward the hall leading to the private rooms and watches as Doctor Roxanne prepares two bottles and feeds the two bittybots. Slight smile as she sees the wondering look on the JD doctor's face*
Elita: *husky voice low and full of firm command* I am your future, Orion. *rubs her cheek against him as she pats his chest with one hand*
Orion: 0.0?
Ratchet: *chuckles* I find it's best not to argue with women. They're very good at pointing out the flaws in your argument, more often than not without having to beat it into one's processor.
Orion: *meets Ratchet's eyes, his own still wide with surprise and confusion* How do you know anything about women?
Ratchet: There are women aboard the Lost Light. And not just Ultra Magnus.
Elita: Enough talk. *lifts her head and looks at Ratchet* He needs to be cleaned and repaired.
Orion: o.0; *again*
Ratchet: *nods and moves to get cleaning supplies* And maybe a fresh coat of paint.
a few moments later, over by the main airlock
Benny: *doesn't think you should be going outside, little master! And he doesn't know what "gams" is, so he can't bring it to you!* *arms around Swerve as he holds the minibot and "talks" to him earnestly*
Swerve: *still plastered, yup. And rambling about what great gams Ultra Magnus has*
Red Alert: *trying to herd Swerve back toward quarters*
Beauty: *helping Benny and Master herd little master*
Red Alert: *thinks this would be a bit easier if he wasn't getting hit with sleeping baby magic courtesy of Inferno*
Grok: *glances at them as he carries a sleeping Serena into the ship, but only nods and continues*
Benny: *pauses with his armful of minibot to STARE at that guy*
Eee-Chirr: *happily chattering as she follows, having taken her JD form to come back to the ship. It was fun making bots stare at her as she went by*
Swerve: *falls silent as he watches the pretty JD woman walk by*
Benny: *attention has gone to Master. Sets little master down so that he can help Beauty wake Master up!*
Swerve: *wolf whistles at Eee-Chirr*
Eee-Chirr: *startled look over her shoulder* *very un JD-like squeak*
Benny: *oh, it's no good. Master has passed out. Help me bring him to bed, Beauty*
Beauty: *worried trill, will help lift Master*
Benny: *earnestly chirps and trills at little master, and then carries master away with the help of his mate*
Eee-Chirr: *sheepish grin for the drunk minibot*
Swerve: *with a slight slur to his voice* You're gorgeous.
Eee-Chirr: 0_0
Swerve: *wobble wobble* Prolly don't wan' anythin' t' do with a minibot like me...
Eee-Chirr: *startled hiss*
greeny-blue hugmonster: *pauses in her trip across the hall to hiss back quizzically*
Swerve: *more wobble*
Eee-Chirr: *scoots over to pet the hugmonster*
hugmonster: *"talks" to the squishy man!*
Eee-Chirr: *gonna give scritchies and try not to blush*
Swerve: *just faceplanted again* *snore*
Eee-Chirr: *startles and looks over* Meep!
hugmonster: *thoughtful look, and then goes over to helpfully jump up and down on the nice drunk man's head*
Eee-Chirr: *going to call for help using the communicator one of the crew gave her before disembarking earlier in the day*
Benny: *chirp chirp chirp trill. Okay, we have him now, hugmonster. Are you staying with him?*
hugmonster: *pauses to sniff back at the funny looking giant hugmonster*
Eee-Chirr: *returning to her normal form, will chatter worriedly*
Benny: *lifts little master, lets the hugmonster sit on his head, and then chirps at the nice squishy lady*
Eee-Chirr: *soft chatter, will scoot closer*
Benny: *assured that the lady wants to come, he turns and jogs off down the hall, going carefully so that little master won't lose his drinks*
meanwhile
Nightwish: *sitting in Swerve's with Torque. Is filling out the last of her paperwork after telling Rodimus that he had to look into getting many of the habsuites renovated*
Chico: *happily mauling the rope chew toy he was given by the orange lady earlier*
Torque: *clicking and making sure Chico doesn't hurt himself or swallow rope pieces. Has a good-sized piece of blitzcake within reach*
Nightwish: *glances at the pup, then snerks softly as she sees that he's laying on his back and holding onto his toy with all four limbs*
Torque: *happy clicks. Hasn't noticed her blitzcake piece yet*
Nightwish: *chuckles and gently pokes the cake, then glances over as Drift drifts into the bar*
Torque: *attention going to Drift* *blink blink*
Drift: *weaving slightly as she walks, has a grin on her face* Today was fun.
Nightwish: *without looking up* I heard about you and Sunstreaker's kareoke.
Drift: *snickerfit* 'Streaker can't carry a tune in a bucket.
Nightwish: It's hard to tell with Spice Girls.
Drift: *razz*
Chico: *happily makes a very similar sound*
Torque: *clickstorm, blinks as she sees the piece of blitzcake* F-Fuel?
Nightwish: *looks up at the taller woman with a grin* Yes. Good fuel.
Torque: *curious now*
Drift: Huh? What fuel?
Nightwish: You've seen blitzcake before, Drift.
Drift: Ooo, blitzcake! Awesome!
Torque: B-Blitzcake?
Nightwish: That's the name of your fuel, Torque.
Torque: O-Oh. *small nod, will poke at the fuel and study it*
Nightwish: Drift, can I trust you to behave with honour? *voice is quiet, and holds a firm edge*
Drift: *blink* Bhuh? What's up?
Nightwish: *still quiet* Perceptor was married today. He and his wife don't need their newsparks upset.
Drift: ... Aww. Well, darnit. And I can't flirt with Blaster without him threatening to call Whirl.
Nightwish: You don't need to force things, Drift. *then leaps to her feet to catch Chico before he can roll off the table. Stands and clicks softly to the startled pup, in the process letting Drift see just what Ultra Magnus looks like now*
Torque: *knocked her plate over in her startlement and in an attempt to catch Chico* *worried clicking*
Drift: *boggling * Whoah.
Nightwish: He's alright, Torque. *gives the baby to his master, still clicking soft reassurance*
Torque: *going to fuss and worry over Chico now*
Chico: *cheeping up a storm and trying to wash the pretty lady's face now*
Nightwish: *turns back to Drift and quirks an eyebrow when she sees where the other woman's looking* I got an upgrade.
Drift: That's a heck of an upgrade.
Nightwish: It's the form that the sane version of the bot that created me feels best suits me.
Drift: *raised brow ridge* Sane version?
Nightwish: Mmmhmm.
Drift: ... I don't want to know. *moves to pick Torque's plate up*
Nightwish: *catches her hand* Don't confuse Torque.
Drift: *surprised look*
Torque: *trying to discourge face washin's*
Nightwish: *meaningful look that she hopes Drift isn't too drunk to understand. Knows the white woman's usually pretty good at understanding people*
Drift: *quiet as she watches the tan and navy woman try to fend off mini-marauder kissies* *quietly, over comms* //What hurt her so badly that she'd have an aura so clear?//
Nightwish: *softly* //A virus. When she was very new.//
Drift: *wince* //We'll have to keep an optic on her. She's more innocent than Tailgate.//
Nightwish: She knows not to listen to everyone. And Chico's here now.
Chico: *cheeps as he hears his name*
Torque: *looks over, puzzlement clear on her face*
Nightwish: I was telling Drift how Chico helps you. *grins*
Torque: *small smile, squeaks as Chico decides she needs more kissie*
Drift: *gently* Welcome to the Lost Light, Torque.
Torque: *more smile, even as she fends off enthusiastic pup kisses*
Nightwish: *looks around toward the door*
Drift: *also looks toward the door, curious about what caught Ultra Magnus' attention*
Kia: *comes tripping in lightly several moments later, her big eyes shining softly in the dimness of the bar*
Drift: *blink. Blink!*
Kia: *spots Nightwish, and her lovely tiny face lights up* Ultra Magnus, might I be able to trouble you...
Nightwish: *grins the grin reserved for family* They're hungry again?
Kia: *rueful humour* I'm afraid so.
Drift: *soft chuckle* Do they like blitzcake?
Kia: They do, however Perceptor has decided, based on Ultra Magnus' advice, to limit their intake of the sweeter forms of fuel till their systems have matured and are better able to respond to the abrupt increase in energy that such rations tend to cause.
Drift: ... *blink. blink*
Torque: *headtilty*
Nightwish: I'll grab you a couple cans of botmado mud. Do you want one, Drift? Or some cake?
Drift: Ooo. Botmato mud. *perks*
Torque: *reminded now that her cake went flying. Puzzled clickstorm is a go*
Nightwish: *sets down the cake on the plate that Drift retrieved* Alright. Be right back. *heads toward the bar*
Kia: *shy peek up at Drift* Hello.
Drift: Hi. *small smile for Kia*
Torque: *so confused and trying to figure out the mystery of the vanishing and reappearing cake*
Kia: My designation is Kia. *attention goes to Torque, and then she's walking over and gently putting a small hand on the tan and navy woman's leg* Are you alright, love?
Torque: *startles and gives the small woman a wide-opticked look*
Chico: *cheep cheep cheep! Sees 'nother pretty lady!*
Kia: *gentle pat and repeats her soft question, tiny face smiling up at Torque*
Torque: *very soft clicks*
Kia: *waits for her to respond*
Drift: *watching Kia and Torque interact, a small smile creeping onto her face as she watches Torque start to relax. Thinks this may be the best place for Torque after all*
Torque: *quietly* C-Cake p-poofed. Th-then b-back.
Kia: *smile turns to kindly laughter* *confiding whisper* Ultra Magnus caught it and put it back onto the table.
Torque: *quiet as she works this out*
Kia: Have you tasted it to make sure it's alright? *she lived with Marauder. She knows the worth of distraction*
Torque: *soft clicks as she has a bite*
Drift: *more smile. Well played, Kia. Well played indeed. Can tell the little silver woman will fit in just fine on the Lost Light*
Kia: *turns back to Drift, smiling*
Torque: *happy sounds*
Kia: *softly* I'm sorry, I missed your introduction.
Drift: My name is Drift.
Kia: *little face perks with interest* Is there a meaning behind it?
Drift: It's what I was when I was younger... Someone who drifted from place to place.
Kia: I see. *glimmer of sympathy* My own name has no meaning, I'm afraid. It was merely the code that came up at the time of my decanting.
Drift: Hey, at least it's pretty. *small smile*
Kia: *slight perk* Do you find it so?
Drift: *nod*
Torque: *doing much thinking now. Will offer some of the cake to the pretty silver lady and the white lady*
Kia: *controls her impulse to startle and leans over to nibble at the offered bit of cake* Oh, that is lovely. Thank you, Torque.
Drift: *saw that near startle, but won't comment on it. Will, however, thank Torque for the offered cake*
Torque: *face just lights up as she grins*
Nightwish: *makes her footsteps loud enough to be noticed* Here you are. Four cans of botmado mud. *offers one to Drift*
Drift: Thanks, Ultra Magnus. *will happily accept the offered can and move to share with Torque*
Torque: *puzzled and curious about the new fuel*
Chico: *happy peeps. So many pretty ladies!*
Nightwish: *down on her knees in Japanese lady posture as she helps Kia get the three cans for her family into subspace* *then sits and watches the little silver woman leave the room before transforming into an alt mode she hasn't tried yet* *tosses long black hair out of her eyes, and then turns to climb a chair and from there to the table top*
Drift: *shocked sound*
Chico: *cheeep cheep cheep?*
Torque: *looks up, startled squeak*
Nightwish: Easy. It's just me. *more casual attitude that comes of being out of "uniform" shows clearly as she smiles at the other women* I'm just testing one of my new alt modes.
Torque: *so confused*
Drift: What the heck?!
Nightwish: My spark is strong enough to maintain a shell with multiple alt modes. I thought that being able to do this instead of relying on a holoform would be handy. *looks at Torque* This is so I can hide.
Drift: ... That's impressive.
Torque: *thinking this over now* *slow nod as it begins to make sense in her processor*
Nightwish: *smiles, and then hunkers down and looks at Drift, absently wiping dust off the knee of her modest black leather look jumpsuit as she does*
Drift: *thinking something over now, even as she has a spoonful of botmato mud*
Nightwish: Where did you leave Sunstreaker, anyway? She wasn't in any of the mail deliveries.
Drift: ... She was with Bob the last I saw, and wasn't ready to go back to the ship yet.
Nightwish: //Whirl?//
Whirl: *sleepy sound* //Busy.//
Nightwish: //I need you to find someone.//
Whirl: //... But I'm gettin' cuddles, 'n so is Nightstrike.// *just a bit whiny now*
Nightwish: *eyes widen with surprise* //Cuddles?//
Whirl: //Uh-huh. Met a nice guy... just wanted a cuddle buddy...// *is she purring over the comms?*
Nightwish: *hand to her mouth* //Alright. Carry on.// *changes channel* //Cyclonus, are you there?//
Cyclonus: //Yes, Nightwish?//
Nightwish: //Could you please see if you can find Sunstreaker and Bob's whereabouts?//
Cyclonus: //Understood.//
Nightwish: //Thank you. How is the wing?//
Cyclonus: //Disturbia is sleeping off a candy binge. Skyquake and Dreadwing have scared everyone of Quadriate origin away from Tsubasa, Scourge, and Tailgate. We have also acquired three further additions.//
Nightwish: //Who are the other additions? You guys didn't wind up with newsparks, did you?//
Cyclonus: //Grimlock, Tracks, and Tracks' young human.//
Nightwish: *more surprise* //How did they get here?//
Cyclonus: //Jazz and Ironhide were involved.//
Nightwish: *face palms* //What's Grimlock doing?//
Cyclonus: //The kind of things that would result in any other crewmember landing in the brig with Whirl after she's had high grade.//
Nightwish: ... //How are the women responding?//
Cyclonus: *and there's a faint undercurrent of amusement* //Most are ignoring him. One has challenged him to arm wrestling.//
Nightwish: //Ah. Then it's not really harassment. Better just let him go, unless he insists on staying with you.//
Cyclonus: //Understood. And what should be done with Tracks and Raoul?//
Nightwish: //Send them to the ship.//
Cyclonus: //I shall do so then. I will send them with the rest of the wing.//
Nightwish: //Alright. And if you see Whirl, please leave her and any male companions alone.//
Cyclonus: //... Very well.//
Nightwish: //Did you just growl?//
Cyclonus: *closing his line with a soft click*
Nightwish: *sits and thinks, then pings Rung*
Rung: //Yes, Ultra Magnus?//
Nightwish: //Are you hearing anything from Primus right now?//
Rung: *quiet for a few moments* //He's laughing about something.//
Nightwish: *soft, disgruntled sound over comms* //I see. How are your patients?//
Rung: //Orion is still having his shell tended to. Elita is staying close by, though Ratchet has insisted that she must wait until after he's finished repairing Orion and updating his antivirus software to kiss him. Fortress Maximus is currently recharging at Quasar's domicile, and Red Alert is with his family.//
Nightwish: *quietly, noting the orange woman's calmness* //And how does all that make you feel?//
Rung: //I am pleased that Fortress Maximus has made a friend that he trusts, and that he feels comfortable enough to interact with those outside the ship. It also pleases me that Red Alert has a broader support network than just myself. He needs that.//
Nightwish: *smiling* //You have a stronger network yourself now.//
Rung: *can you just see the shy little smile on her face?* //Yes, I suppose I do.//
Nightwish: //I'm glad.// *and then frowns and turns to look up at Rodimus as he asks Drift and Torque if they know where she is*
Torque: *knows the answer to this!* H-hiding. *big grin*
Drift: *snickerfitdie*
Rodimus: ... Whaaat? *worried that he did something to make Nightwish angry*
Nightwish: *quiet snerk* I'm right here, doofus.
Rodimus: *looks. Jaw DROPS*
Torque: *giggling*
Drift: *going to break something with as hard as she's laughing*
Chico: *happy cheeping and bouncing about*
Nightwish: *smirks from where she's sitting there Japanese schoolgirl style and twisting to look up at him. Long black hair is puddled behind her*
Rodimus: What. The. $%$#%$#.
Nightwish: You're going to teach Chico bad words. *still smirking*
Chico: *cheep*
Torque: *giggling muchly*
Drift: Owwww. *still laughing though*
Nightwish: *quirks a brow at her fiancé, waiting to see if he'll snap out of it*
Rodimus: *gives himself a shake*
Torque: *more giggling at the funny sound*
Nightwish: *looks at Drift's choked snicker/whimper, and then back to Rodimus* Rebooted?
Rodimus: Yeah... How're you doing that though?
Nightwish: Subspace. *lifts brows*
Rodimus: *blink. Blink!* Huh.
Nightwish: *wiggles her toes in the foot gloves that are part of her suit, then stands gracefully and looks at Torque* I'm going to show Captain Rodimus my other alt modes.
Torque: *small nod*
Nightwish: *turns and races toward the side of the table, and then leaps, expanding and transforming as she reaches the open space* *beautiful delta wing jet lands and sits pretty*
Rodimus: *jaw drops* Woooow.
Nightwish: *little flip, more transforming sounds... and look at that truck*
Rodimus: *GRIN*
Nightwish: *transforms to Nightwish mode then, golden eyes glinting with amusement*
Rodimus: Sweet
Nightwish: "Sweet"? That's it? *snorts and transforms back to Ultra Magnus mode* *looks at Drift* Drift, will you make sure Torque has a good place to recharge?
Rodimus: Well, there're other ladies around. *grin*
Drift: *trying to get up, wince*
Torque: *worried clicks*
Chico: *cheep*
Nightwish: *to Torque* Drift needs delivery.
Torque: *will move to carefully pick Drift up* ... D-Deliver where?
Nightwish: *scans Drift and sees that she's still mostly coherent* Drift knows the address.
Drift: Y-Yeah. *wince*
Torque: *small nod* *looks to Drift for directions*
Nightwish: *gentle pat for Torque's arm* *quietly* Good work. *and then catches Chico and puts the excited pup on the floor*
Drift: *will quietly tell Torque where to go*
Chico: *bouncing around pretty lady's feets, his bells jingling joyfully!*
Rodimus: *trying not to snicker at how gleeful the pup sounds*
Nightwish: Remember what I said, Drift. *quiet look for the white swordswoman that holds reassurance*
Drift: *small nod as Torque carefully carries her out of the room, preceded by her joyful little scout*
Nightwish: *watches them go, and then goes to pick up her datapad once they've turned a corner*
Rodimus: *will pounce for snuggles*
Nightwish: We've still got work to do. *studies the datapad, and then remotely finishes off the last of what she'd been doing*
Rodimus: Awww. *sulk*
Nightwish: Grimlock's on Terra.
Rodimus: Whaaat?! *startled out of thoughts of cuddles*
Nightwish: Ironhide and Jazz also brought Tracks and his human kid Raoul.
Rodimus: ... *facepalm*
Nightwish: And apparently the spark that Brainstorm harvested back on that moon is Eclipse. That's Wheeljack and Silverstreak's offspring.
Rodimus: 0_0
Nightwish: *looks up, and then takes his arm and teleports him to the med ward, where a little bitty orange and black bot just ran out of his sleeping room to play and search for his parents, and met a big orange and black bot*
WakeJumper: *just let out a surprisingly girly squeal of delight* *crouches to be closer to the bitty's level*
Eclipse: *so surprised! Will happily chatter about the pretty lady as she picks him up*
WakeJumper: Ooooh, look at you, aren't you adorable? *blathering on in this manner*
Eclipse: You're pretty and I like you and I wanna keep you and *ramble ramble*
Rodimus: 0_0
Nightwish: *quietly* In many realities they're married before they're even old enough to be legal to vote on Cybertron.
Eclipse: *purrrrrrrrrr*
WakeJumper: *is using one finger to gently and carefully scritch babby's back as she holds him*
Rodimus: *boggling more*
Nightwish: *speaks up, her voice lightly teasing, though still Magnus serious* Don't you wish you hadn't been accelerated now, WakeJumper?
WakeJumper: *as Rodimus' jaw drops even more* *thrrrpt*
Eclipse: *snuggles and purrs. Is distracted from trying to find Mama and Papa*
gold and bronze monster: *comes hopping out, complaining bitterly at being left all wrapped up in a blanket!*
WakeJumper: *will offer her leg for the hugmonster*
monster: *climbs right up, still complaining. But then stops as she comes face to face with her mother* *ISSA BOSS!*
older hugmonster: *NOPE. SCOLDIES ARE A GO*
baby monster: *ISSSSSA BOSSSSSS!*
Rodimus: Ack!
WakeJumper: *sigh* *grabs the babby monster and tucks her in with Eclipse* Enough of that. Shirley, get your butt back inside.
Shirley: *nope. is BOSS*
baby monster: *wriggles despite the loving headlock she's in* *BOSS!*
Nightwish: Easy to see those two are related, even without the whole tarnished look.
Eclipse: *yapping about the pretty lady to his hugmonster*
WakeJumper: For the love of bolts, Shirley, get your butt back inside.
Shirley: *NOPE. BOSS MONSTER HERE*
WakeJumper: *grabs the naughty hugmonster* Butt. Inside. Now.
Shirley: *GONNA SULK* *and scoot up her person's arm* *and sulk some more*
Nightwish: *bit of a grin as she walks past toward the hall leading to the private rooms* You've still got cake on your aft, WakeJumber.
WakeJumper: I'll get it in the washracks. *gonna love on Eclipse now, kthx*
Rodimus: *softly* I still want a hugmonster.
Nightwish: *without turning* Tell them. The ship's lousy with 'em. Don't you want to see Ratchet's little one while he's not around to fuss over her?
Rodimus: *perk* Yes.
Nightwish: *still walking* She's back here.
Rodimus: *scoots after you, Nightwish*
Nightwish: *stops at the furthest door and looks through it for a moment, smiling as she watches the tiny girl sparklet sleep with her little arms wrapped around the neck of her baby hugmonster. Then unlocks the door with Ratchet's clearance code and steps inside the room*
Rodimus: *will move to follow, taking care to keep quiet*
Kriti: *sleeping peacefully*
hugmonster: *happily snuggled against his person*
Nightwish: //Shhh. Ratchet's got a monitor in here to listen to her.//
Rodimus: //She's tiny!//
Nightwish: //She is. Is Primus saying anything about her?//
Rodimus: *quiet for a few moments* //She's a monoformer.//
Nightwish: //Ratchet already knew that.//
Rodimus: ... //She's not gonna be very big.//
Nightwish: //I already knew that.// *reaches down to gently wipe drool off the tiny face*
Kriti: *turns her head slightly and makes a tiny sleepy sound*
Rodimus: *mutes his vocalizer* //She's whose kid?!//
Nightwish: //Yup.//
Rodimus: //How?!//
Nightwish: //The same way coding like Wheeljack's and Silverstreak's got to that moon.//
Rodimus: //... Primus is sneaky.//
Nightwish: //And his Creator is big.//
Ratchet: *supremely vexed sounding from where he's standing in the doorway behind Rodimus* If you two are done interfering you can go look at Orion now.
Rodimus: *nearly soundless squeak*
Nightwish: *turns and walks over to put her arms around the white medic, noting Doctor Roxanne standing and frowning beside him* *softly* She's beautiful, Ratchet. //Both your girls are.//
Ratchet: *quiet grumble*
Nightwish: *kisses him gently on the helm* *quiet sympathy* //You just now realized how you feel?//
Ratchet: //... Maybe.//
Nightwish: *without turning her head glances at the JD woman who has walked over to climb up and check on Kriti* //She doesn't realize yet.//
Ratchet: //... I don't even know what the standard procedure for courting is.//
Rodimus: *commenting quietly about how happy Kriti looks*
Nightwish: *as Dr. Roxanne replies to Rodimus* //Don't worry. Most people don't.// *smiles the small smile that she reserves for reassuring family members*
Ratchet: *small nod*
Kriti: *soft sound, snuggles her hugmonster*
Nightwish: //But I've seen you already cuddling her.// *golden eyes soft* //And I saw your bill for bone cakes. Have you given them to her yet?//
Ratchet: *quietly, sheepish* //No, not yet.//
Nightwish: *gentle hand to the side of his helm* //I think you're doing alright. She seems pretty sure, by her body language, that Kriti is her baby.//
Dr. Roxanne: *holding the tiny sparklet and her hugmonster pup now, and tipping them so that Rodimus can see them better*
Ratchet: *quietly* //She was there when Kriti was put into her shell.//
Rodimus: *soft, excited sound as he points out that the sparklet's awake*
Dr. Roxanne: *introduces Rodimus to Kriti, speaking softly, but not baby talking*
Nightwish: *glances over there* //I've noticed your stress levels have dropped over the past few days.//
Ratchet: //It helps that we've got a full medical staff... and fewer people coming in injured.//
Kriti: *itty bitty smile*
Rodimus: *bouncing on his pedes and grinning like a doofus*
Nightwish: //She'll probably like this.// *slender fingers find the tense spots on Ratchet's neck cables and very gently rub it away*
Ratchet: *can't help but rumble quietly as he relaxes*
Nightwish: *soft smile as she nods slightly to Ratchet, then gives him another kiss on the helm*
Rodimus: *hears that rumble, looks over. Boggle* Aw.
Dr. Roxanne: *looks up from Kriti* What's wrong?
Kriti: *very soft squeak as she hears a funny sound*
Rodimus: *nods to Ratchet and Nightwish* Ratchet's getting loved on.
Dr. Roxanne: *glances over and smiles, her expression gentle* It won't hurt him.
Nightwish: *quiet laugh* Wake up, Doc.
Ratchet: *groggily* Hm?
Nightwish: *scoops him into her arms* Here, Rodimus, step aside. I need to lay Ratchet down.
Dr. Roxanne: *grinning now as she moves closer to the wall with Kriti and the bittymonster*
Kriti: *surprised herself by making a bitty clicking sound*
Rodimus: *snickerfit, scoots out of the way*
Nightwish: *smiling as she watches Dr. Roxanne talk to Kriti about the bittyclick. Gently lays Ratchet on his back, then smooths his chevron and steps back* I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Roxanne. Kriti. *nods and turns toward the door*
Kriti: *going to click to her spark's content now that she knows she can make that sound!*
Dr. Roxanne: *smiles* Goodnight, Ultra Magnus. Goodnight, Rodimus. *then looks toward Ratchet as the bot makes a sound in reply to Kriti's little clicks*
Ratchet: *wants to hold the baby and talk to her*
Dr. Roxanne: *gently tucks Kriti into her Daddy's hands, making soft clicks of her own. Glances up and sees that Ultra Magnus and Rodimus have left the room, and thinks she'd better get out there to the front desk in case something comes up. Starts to climb over Ratchet*
Ratchet: *will reach to gently tug Dr. Roxanne down to join him and Kriti*
Dr. Roxanne: *squeaks and oofs softly, then lifts her head to look at him quizzically* What?
Ratchet: Stay with us a while?
Dr. Roxanne: I should man the desk. *blinks and wonders what Ratchet's fingers are doing on her shoulders*
Ratchet: The desk can wait. Kriti needs family bonding time. *will gently and carefully rub knots out of your shoulders now, Roxanne*
Dr. Roxanne: *squints one eye shut and groans* Ratchet...
Ratchet: *concerned* Am I pressing too hard?
Dr. Roxanne: No, but if you keep it up I'm going to fall asleep. *half joking* Or fall in love with you.
Ratchet: *surprised sound*
Kriti: *click?*
Dr. Roxanne: *lowers her head when the fingers don't stop moving, giving an inadvertent sigh at the peace that's replacing the slight tension she'd been packing during the hectic times of getting the babies in bodies and all the other babies looked at*
Ratchet: *will rumble quietly for his family as Dr. Roxanne dozes off, and marvel over the peace that's settling in the infirmary*
meanwhile
Nightwish: *standing in Magnus mode, watching Orion Pax, who is repaired, upgraded, and newly painted and fuelled. The former Prime is sleeping the sleep of the utterly exhausted as Elita-One lays behind him with an arm around his waist*
Rodimus: *thinks Orion deserves a break after all he's been through, will try leaning on Nightwish*
Nightwish: *quietly, still studying the famous hero she's heard so much about* Still working.
Rodimus: *softly, as he moves to lean against the doorway instead* Aww.
teal and copper hugmonster: *wriggles out of the vent with a dead glitchmouse in its mouth. Will scramble up to the peoples on the big bed and offer the mousie to the pink person*
Elita-One: *blinks and frowns, then shakes her head* Bring that to the mess, Sara.
Sara: *scoots for the mess by way of the vents, following the scent of bot noms*
Nightwish: *slight nod, and wishes Elita a good night. Then turns toward the door*
main airlock
Tracks: Whoops! *catches that red wingbot who just about fell right off the ramp after landing* Honestly, how hard is it to not fly when you're... oh. You're not drunk. *studies the Seeker with a slight frown on his handsome face*
Flashpoint: *slowly, trying to get her optics to focus on the speaker's face* Ah'll be alrahght.
Tracks: *quiet gasp of surprise* A woman. And you're damaged. *arms move so as to offer more support for the ailing bot*
Flashpoint: *a bit more firmly, optics focusing on the mech's face* Ah'll be alrahght.
Tracks: Are you a member of Rodimus' crew?
Flashpoint: Not yet... Ah wanna go wit' 'em though. *and then she's realizing that the bot holding her up is quite easy on the optics. And he seems to have wings!*
Tracks: But they're not leaving for another six days. You didn't have to leave your slab while you're in this condition. *concerned for the stranger*
Flashpoint: Ah w's s'posed t' be th' guahde f'r th'm.
hugmonster: *silvery nose peeking out of a shoulder seam. Fuss*
Tracks: Guide to w... o.0 Is that supposed to be there?
Flashpoint: *slow nod* She's mah 'ugmonstah.
Tracks: *has heard of those as he and Raoul window shopped* Oh. Alright, then. But we should get you onto a slab so that you can rest. *shifts his grip, and goes slightly cross-eyed as he winds up face to face with her* I'm Tracks, by the way. The hoodlum sniggering by our feet is Raoul.
Flashpoint: 'M Flashpoint. *trying her best not to lean too much on you, Tracks. Will carefully glance down* *soft snerk* 'Notha 'uman, huh?
Tracks: Yes. *sighs and rolls his optics* The little vermin wind up everywhere. OUCH. Raoul...
Flashpoint: *very soft snerk*
hugmonster: *scrambles out to see what her person is making funny noises about* *oh, and to fuss over her person more*
Tracks: *shakes his head, but then shifts slightly and pulls Flashpoint's arm over his shoulders. Yes, those are indeed wings* Let's get you inside.
Flashpoint: *slow nod of agreement. Moving too fast makes her head spin a bit, it seems*
hugmonster: *worry, fret, fuss*
Tracks: *slight squeak* Err, my wings are a little sensitive.
Flashpoint: *apologizes, will carefully move her arm. Won't admit that she was trying to pet your wings, Tracks*
Raoul: *laughs out loud as he runs inside* Tracks gotta girlfriend!
Tracks: *distracted by brat snark* Raoul, you disgusting hoodlum...
inside
Rodimus: *pauses as they near the airlock* Primus says to kiss you.
Nightwish: Right. Really, Roddy.
Rung: *is that surprised squeak just down the hall*
Nightwish: *looks that way, ignoring fiancé protests* //Rung? Are you alright?//
Rung: //Primus said you and Rodimus should kiss.// *sounds so mortified*
Nightwish: *blinks, but then transforms to root mode and obeys the order*
meanwhile
Raoul: She wants to hug you and kiss you and... *cackles and dodges a kick*
Tracks: *still helping Flashpoint inside* You... *sound of disgust* Cybertronians don't DO those things, Rao... ul. *stops and stares with mouth fallen open at Rodimus and that shapely iridescent bot and what they're doing*
Raoul: Oh yeah. You do.
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Nightwish: *walks into the med ward in Magnus mode* Ratchet, are you up to giving one more checkup tonight?
Ratchet: I think so. *coming out to see Nightwish. Stops short as he gets a good look at her*
Nightwish: *quizzical brow quirk as she sees his expression*
Ratchet: *boggling so much now* What. The...
Nightwish: *sudden guilty expression as she remembers her new shell. Swiftly changes to Nightwish mode*
Ratchet: What happened?! *trying not to get loud, so as not to wake Kriti and Eclipse*
Nightwish: 9.9 I got upgraded.
Ratchet: ... That is an understatement, Nightwish.
Nightwish: *back to Magnus mode* It bothered that baytech Shockwave to see me in a shell that couldn't keep up with me. Do you have time for that checkup or not?
Ratchet: *blink! But then he's nodding* You? Or someone else?
Nightwish: *turns and leaves the room for a moment, then returns gently shoving the grimy and scuffed form of Orion before her as Elita hovers watchfully at her shoulder*
Orion: *eyes on the floor and face set and tired beneath his mask*
Ratchet: *surprised sound, then he's moving to hug Orion* It's been a long time, Orion.
Orion: *sucks air in through his intakes, and then his broad shoulders are shaking*
Elita: *quiet, angry sound as Nightwish holds her back*
Ratchet: *quietly* It's alright. Let's get you taken care of. Then you and your lady friend should get some rest. *connecting the dots a bit*
Orion: *only cries harder, though it's mostly silent but for the whistle of air through his vents*
Ratchet: *patpat. Will let Orion cry until the mech is a bit calmer* *soothing sounds*
Elita: *quiet command* Let me go to him. Now.
Nightwish: *exact same tone* No.
Orion: *startles slightly and looks up at his friend* *voice scratchy from disuse and salt water abuse* I'm sorry, Ratchet.
Lyra: *head tilty from where she's standing on her nice man's shoulder*
Moofy and Fred: *are the sound of soft song from Ratchet's new hugmonster hold*
Orion: *notices the song then and blinks toward it before looking back to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *can't help the amused snerk he just did, will open the cover to his hold* Some of the native lifeforms have shown that they're quite fond of me.
Orion: *stares at the little dark green creature and the little bronze creature blankly* *repeats himself quietly* I'm sorry.
Fred: *sees that bad babby monster coming. Boots the little booger back out again* *you no boss*
Ratchet: *will give the former Prime a gentle squeeze on the shoulder as he closes the hugmonster hold* *quietly* What happened is the past, Orion. It's time to start looking to the future, and living in the present.
Eclipse: *just started babbling and asking where his friend went*
bronze and gold babby monster: *calls when she hears her baby nice man, then bounces back to the private room where Ratchet's got Doctor Roxanne tucked with the bitties*
Orion: *quietly, looking down again with the attitude of a bot totally broken by despair* I can't see the future.
Elita: *impatient sound as Nightwish continues to block her from coming in*
Ratchet: *quietly and firmly* Orion, there isn't anyone on board this ship who hasn't made mistakes at some point in their lives. If they all dwelled on them, we'd have never even left Cybertron, much less survived as long as we have.
Orion: But I... Oh!
Nightwish: *just rolled her eyes and let Elita loose*
Elita: *boxed Orion's audios and is now standing behind him with her head on his shoulder and her arms around his chest from behind*
Orion: *so much shock and confusion* o.0;
Ratchet: *SNERK*
Kriti: *awake and making hungry babby sounds now*
Eclipse: *talking about this!*
Nightwish: *looks toward the hall leading to the private rooms and watches as Doctor Roxanne prepares two bottles and feeds the two bittybots. Slight smile as she sees the wondering look on the JD doctor's face*
Elita: *husky voice low and full of firm command* I am your future, Orion. *rubs her cheek against him as she pats his chest with one hand*
Orion: 0.0?
Ratchet: *chuckles* I find it's best not to argue with women. They're very good at pointing out the flaws in your argument, more often than not without having to beat it into one's processor.
Orion: *meets Ratchet's eyes, his own still wide with surprise and confusion* How do you know anything about women?
Ratchet: There are women aboard the Lost Light. And not just Ultra Magnus.
Elita: Enough talk. *lifts her head and looks at Ratchet* He needs to be cleaned and repaired.
Orion: o.0; *again*
Ratchet: *nods and moves to get cleaning supplies* And maybe a fresh coat of paint.
Benny: *doesn't think you should be going outside, little master! And he doesn't know what "gams" is, so he can't bring it to you!* *arms around Swerve as he holds the minibot and "talks" to him earnestly*
Swerve: *still plastered, yup. And rambling about what great gams Ultra Magnus has*
Red Alert: *trying to herd Swerve back toward quarters*
Beauty: *helping Benny and Master herd little master*
Red Alert: *thinks this would be a bit easier if he wasn't getting hit with sleeping baby magic courtesy of Inferno*
Grok: *glances at them as he carries a sleeping Serena into the ship, but only nods and continues*
Benny: *pauses with his armful of minibot to STARE at that guy*
Eee-Chirr: *happily chattering as she follows, having taken her JD form to come back to the ship. It was fun making bots stare at her as she went by*
Swerve: *falls silent as he watches the pretty JD woman walk by*
Benny: *attention has gone to Master. Sets little master down so that he can help Beauty wake Master up!*
Swerve: *wolf whistles at Eee-Chirr*
Eee-Chirr: *startled look over her shoulder* *very un JD-like squeak*
Benny: *oh, it's no good. Master has passed out. Help me bring him to bed, Beauty*
Beauty: *worried trill, will help lift Master*
Benny: *earnestly chirps and trills at little master, and then carries master away with the help of his mate*
Eee-Chirr: *sheepish grin for the drunk minibot*
Swerve: *with a slight slur to his voice* You're gorgeous.
Eee-Chirr: 0_0
Swerve: *wobble wobble* Prolly don't wan' anythin' t' do with a minibot like me...
Eee-Chirr: *startled hiss*
greeny-blue hugmonster: *pauses in her trip across the hall to hiss back quizzically*
Swerve: *more wobble*
Eee-Chirr: *scoots over to pet the hugmonster*
hugmonster: *"talks" to the squishy man!*
Eee-Chirr: *gonna give scritchies and try not to blush*
Swerve: *just faceplanted again* *snore*
Eee-Chirr: *startles and looks over* Meep!
hugmonster: *thoughtful look, and then goes over to helpfully jump up and down on the nice drunk man's head*
Eee-Chirr: *going to call for help using the communicator one of the crew gave her before disembarking earlier in the day*
Benny: *chirp chirp chirp trill. Okay, we have him now, hugmonster. Are you staying with him?*
hugmonster: *pauses to sniff back at the funny looking giant hugmonster*
Eee-Chirr: *returning to her normal form, will chatter worriedly*
Benny: *lifts little master, lets the hugmonster sit on his head, and then chirps at the nice squishy lady*
Eee-Chirr: *soft chatter, will scoot closer*
Benny: *assured that the lady wants to come, he turns and jogs off down the hall, going carefully so that little master won't lose his drinks*
Nightwish: *sitting in Swerve's with Torque. Is filling out the last of her paperwork after telling Rodimus that he had to look into getting many of the habsuites renovated*
Chico: *happily mauling the rope chew toy he was given by the orange lady earlier*
Torque: *clicking and making sure Chico doesn't hurt himself or swallow rope pieces. Has a good-sized piece of blitzcake within reach*
Nightwish: *glances at the pup, then snerks softly as she sees that he's laying on his back and holding onto his toy with all four limbs*
Torque: *happy clicks. Hasn't noticed her blitzcake piece yet*
Nightwish: *chuckles and gently pokes the cake, then glances over as Drift drifts into the bar*
Torque: *attention going to Drift* *blink blink*
Drift: *weaving slightly as she walks, has a grin on her face* Today was fun.
Nightwish: *without looking up* I heard about you and Sunstreaker's kareoke.
Drift: *snickerfit* 'Streaker can't carry a tune in a bucket.
Nightwish: It's hard to tell with Spice Girls.
Drift: *razz*
Chico: *happily makes a very similar sound*
Torque: *clickstorm, blinks as she sees the piece of blitzcake* F-Fuel?
Nightwish: *looks up at the taller woman with a grin* Yes. Good fuel.
Torque: *curious now*
Drift: Huh? What fuel?
Nightwish: You've seen blitzcake before, Drift.
Drift: Ooo, blitzcake! Awesome!
Torque: B-Blitzcake?
Nightwish: That's the name of your fuel, Torque.
Torque: O-Oh. *small nod, will poke at the fuel and study it*
Nightwish: Drift, can I trust you to behave with honour? *voice is quiet, and holds a firm edge*
Drift: *blink* Bhuh? What's up?
Nightwish: *still quiet* Perceptor was married today. He and his wife don't need their newsparks upset.
Drift: ... Aww. Well, darnit. And I can't flirt with Blaster without him threatening to call Whirl.
Nightwish: You don't need to force things, Drift. *then leaps to her feet to catch Chico before he can roll off the table. Stands and clicks softly to the startled pup, in the process letting Drift see just what Ultra Magnus looks like now*
Torque: *knocked her plate over in her startlement and in an attempt to catch Chico* *worried clicking*
Drift: *boggling * Whoah.
Nightwish: He's alright, Torque. *gives the baby to his master, still clicking soft reassurance*
Torque: *going to fuss and worry over Chico now*
Chico: *cheeping up a storm and trying to wash the pretty lady's face now*
Nightwish: *turns back to Drift and quirks an eyebrow when she sees where the other woman's looking* I got an upgrade.
Drift: That's a heck of an upgrade.
Nightwish: It's the form that the sane version of the bot that created me feels best suits me.
Drift: *raised brow ridge* Sane version?
Nightwish: Mmmhmm.
Drift: ... I don't want to know. *moves to pick Torque's plate up*
Nightwish: *catches her hand* Don't confuse Torque.
Drift: *surprised look*
Torque: *trying to discourge face washin's*
Nightwish: *meaningful look that she hopes Drift isn't too drunk to understand. Knows the white woman's usually pretty good at understanding people*
Drift: *quiet as she watches the tan and navy woman try to fend off mini-marauder kissies* *quietly, over comms* //What hurt her so badly that she'd have an aura so clear?//
Nightwish: *softly* //A virus. When she was very new.//
Drift: *wince* //We'll have to keep an optic on her. She's more innocent than Tailgate.//
Nightwish: She knows not to listen to everyone. And Chico's here now.
Chico: *cheeps as he hears his name*
Torque: *looks over, puzzlement clear on her face*
Nightwish: I was telling Drift how Chico helps you. *grins*
Torque: *small smile, squeaks as Chico decides she needs more kissie*
Drift: *gently* Welcome to the Lost Light, Torque.
Torque: *more smile, even as she fends off enthusiastic pup kisses*
Nightwish: *looks around toward the door*
Drift: *also looks toward the door, curious about what caught Ultra Magnus' attention*
Kia: *comes tripping in lightly several moments later, her big eyes shining softly in the dimness of the bar*
Drift: *blink. Blink!*
Kia: *spots Nightwish, and her lovely tiny face lights up* Ultra Magnus, might I be able to trouble you...
Nightwish: *grins the grin reserved for family* They're hungry again?
Kia: *rueful humour* I'm afraid so.
Drift: *soft chuckle* Do they like blitzcake?
Kia: They do, however Perceptor has decided, based on Ultra Magnus' advice, to limit their intake of the sweeter forms of fuel till their systems have matured and are better able to respond to the abrupt increase in energy that such rations tend to cause.
Drift: ... *blink. blink*
Torque: *headtilty*
Nightwish: I'll grab you a couple cans of botmado mud. Do you want one, Drift? Or some cake?
Drift: Ooo. Botmato mud. *perks*
Torque: *reminded now that her cake went flying. Puzzled clickstorm is a go*
Nightwish: *sets down the cake on the plate that Drift retrieved* Alright. Be right back. *heads toward the bar*
Kia: *shy peek up at Drift* Hello.
Drift: Hi. *small smile for Kia*
Torque: *so confused and trying to figure out the mystery of the vanishing and reappearing cake*
Kia: My designation is Kia. *attention goes to Torque, and then she's walking over and gently putting a small hand on the tan and navy woman's leg* Are you alright, love?
Torque: *startles and gives the small woman a wide-opticked look*
Chico: *cheep cheep cheep! Sees 'nother pretty lady!*
Kia: *gentle pat and repeats her soft question, tiny face smiling up at Torque*
Torque: *very soft clicks*
Kia: *waits for her to respond*
Drift: *watching Kia and Torque interact, a small smile creeping onto her face as she watches Torque start to relax. Thinks this may be the best place for Torque after all*
Torque: *quietly* C-Cake p-poofed. Th-then b-back.
Kia: *smile turns to kindly laughter* *confiding whisper* Ultra Magnus caught it and put it back onto the table.
Torque: *quiet as she works this out*
Kia: Have you tasted it to make sure it's alright? *she lived with Marauder. She knows the worth of distraction*
Torque: *soft clicks as she has a bite*
Drift: *more smile. Well played, Kia. Well played indeed. Can tell the little silver woman will fit in just fine on the Lost Light*
Kia: *turns back to Drift, smiling*
Torque: *happy sounds*
Kia: *softly* I'm sorry, I missed your introduction.
Drift: My name is Drift.
Kia: *little face perks with interest* Is there a meaning behind it?
Drift: It's what I was when I was younger... Someone who drifted from place to place.
Kia: I see. *glimmer of sympathy* My own name has no meaning, I'm afraid. It was merely the code that came up at the time of my decanting.
Drift: Hey, at least it's pretty. *small smile*
Kia: *slight perk* Do you find it so?
Drift: *nod*
Torque: *doing much thinking now. Will offer some of the cake to the pretty silver lady and the white lady*
Kia: *controls her impulse to startle and leans over to nibble at the offered bit of cake* Oh, that is lovely. Thank you, Torque.
Drift: *saw that near startle, but won't comment on it. Will, however, thank Torque for the offered cake*
Torque: *face just lights up as she grins*
Nightwish: *makes her footsteps loud enough to be noticed* Here you are. Four cans of botmado mud. *offers one to Drift*
Drift: Thanks, Ultra Magnus. *will happily accept the offered can and move to share with Torque*
Torque: *puzzled and curious about the new fuel*
Chico: *happy peeps. So many pretty ladies!*
Nightwish: *down on her knees in Japanese lady posture as she helps Kia get the three cans for her family into subspace* *then sits and watches the little silver woman leave the room before transforming into an alt mode she hasn't tried yet* *tosses long black hair out of her eyes, and then turns to climb a chair and from there to the table top*
Drift: *shocked sound*
Chico: *cheeep cheep cheep?*
Torque: *looks up, startled squeak*
Nightwish: Easy. It's just me. *more casual attitude that comes of being out of "uniform" shows clearly as she smiles at the other women* I'm just testing one of my new alt modes.
Torque: *so confused*
Drift: What the heck?!
Nightwish: My spark is strong enough to maintain a shell with multiple alt modes. I thought that being able to do this instead of relying on a holoform would be handy. *looks at Torque* This is so I can hide.
Drift: ... That's impressive.
Torque: *thinking this over now* *slow nod as it begins to make sense in her processor*
Nightwish: *smiles, and then hunkers down and looks at Drift, absently wiping dust off the knee of her modest black leather look jumpsuit as she does*
Drift: *thinking something over now, even as she has a spoonful of botmato mud*
Nightwish: Where did you leave Sunstreaker, anyway? She wasn't in any of the mail deliveries.
Drift: ... She was with Bob the last I saw, and wasn't ready to go back to the ship yet.
Nightwish: //Whirl?//
Whirl: *sleepy sound* //Busy.//
Nightwish: //I need you to find someone.//
Whirl: //... But I'm gettin' cuddles, 'n so is Nightstrike.// *just a bit whiny now*
Nightwish: *eyes widen with surprise* //Cuddles?//
Whirl: //Uh-huh. Met a nice guy... just wanted a cuddle buddy...// *is she purring over the comms?*
Nightwish: *hand to her mouth* //Alright. Carry on.// *changes channel* //Cyclonus, are you there?//
Cyclonus: //Yes, Nightwish?//
Nightwish: //Could you please see if you can find Sunstreaker and Bob's whereabouts?//
Cyclonus: //Understood.//
Nightwish: //Thank you. How is the wing?//
Cyclonus: //Disturbia is sleeping off a candy binge. Skyquake and Dreadwing have scared everyone of Quadriate origin away from Tsubasa, Scourge, and Tailgate. We have also acquired three further additions.//
Nightwish: //Who are the other additions? You guys didn't wind up with newsparks, did you?//
Cyclonus: //Grimlock, Tracks, and Tracks' young human.//
Nightwish: *more surprise* //How did they get here?//
Cyclonus: //Jazz and Ironhide were involved.//
Nightwish: *face palms* //What's Grimlock doing?//
Cyclonus: //The kind of things that would result in any other crewmember landing in the brig with Whirl after she's had high grade.//
Nightwish: ... //How are the women responding?//
Cyclonus: *and there's a faint undercurrent of amusement* //Most are ignoring him. One has challenged him to arm wrestling.//
Nightwish: //Ah. Then it's not really harassment. Better just let him go, unless he insists on staying with you.//
Cyclonus: //Understood. And what should be done with Tracks and Raoul?//
Nightwish: //Send them to the ship.//
Cyclonus: //I shall do so then. I will send them with the rest of the wing.//
Nightwish: //Alright. And if you see Whirl, please leave her and any male companions alone.//
Cyclonus: //... Very well.//
Nightwish: //Did you just growl?//
Cyclonus: *closing his line with a soft click*
Nightwish: *sits and thinks, then pings Rung*
Rung: //Yes, Ultra Magnus?//
Nightwish: //Are you hearing anything from Primus right now?//
Rung: *quiet for a few moments* //He's laughing about something.//
Nightwish: *soft, disgruntled sound over comms* //I see. How are your patients?//
Rung: //Orion is still having his shell tended to. Elita is staying close by, though Ratchet has insisted that she must wait until after he's finished repairing Orion and updating his antivirus software to kiss him. Fortress Maximus is currently recharging at Quasar's domicile, and Red Alert is with his family.//
Nightwish: *quietly, noting the orange woman's calmness* //And how does all that make you feel?//
Rung: //I am pleased that Fortress Maximus has made a friend that he trusts, and that he feels comfortable enough to interact with those outside the ship. It also pleases me that Red Alert has a broader support network than just myself. He needs that.//
Nightwish: *smiling* //You have a stronger network yourself now.//
Rung: *can you just see the shy little smile on her face?* //Yes, I suppose I do.//
Nightwish: //I'm glad.// *and then frowns and turns to look up at Rodimus as he asks Drift and Torque if they know where she is*
Torque: *knows the answer to this!* H-hiding. *big grin*
Drift: *snickerfitdie*
Rodimus: ... Whaaat? *worried that he did something to make Nightwish angry*
Nightwish: *quiet snerk* I'm right here, doofus.
Rodimus: *looks. Jaw DROPS*
Torque: *giggling*
Drift: *going to break something with as hard as she's laughing*
Chico: *happy cheeping and bouncing about*
Nightwish: *smirks from where she's sitting there Japanese schoolgirl style and twisting to look up at him. Long black hair is puddled behind her*
Rodimus: What. The. $%$#%$#.
Nightwish: You're going to teach Chico bad words. *still smirking*
Chico: *cheep*
Torque: *giggling muchly*
Drift: Owwww. *still laughing though*
Nightwish: *quirks a brow at her fiancé, waiting to see if he'll snap out of it*
Rodimus: *gives himself a shake*
Torque: *more giggling at the funny sound*
Nightwish: *looks at Drift's choked snicker/whimper, and then back to Rodimus* Rebooted?
Rodimus: Yeah... How're you doing that though?
Nightwish: Subspace. *lifts brows*
Rodimus: *blink. Blink!* Huh.
Nightwish: *wiggles her toes in the foot gloves that are part of her suit, then stands gracefully and looks at Torque* I'm going to show Captain Rodimus my other alt modes.
Torque: *small nod*
Nightwish: *turns and races toward the side of the table, and then leaps, expanding and transforming as she reaches the open space* *beautiful delta wing jet lands and sits pretty*
Rodimus: *jaw drops* Woooow.
Nightwish: *little flip, more transforming sounds... and look at that truck*
Rodimus: *GRIN*
Nightwish: *transforms to Nightwish mode then, golden eyes glinting with amusement*
Rodimus: Sweet
Nightwish: "Sweet"? That's it? *snorts and transforms back to Ultra Magnus mode* *looks at Drift* Drift, will you make sure Torque has a good place to recharge?
Rodimus: Well, there're other ladies around. *grin*
Drift: *trying to get up, wince*
Torque: *worried clicks*
Chico: *cheep*
Nightwish: *to Torque* Drift needs delivery.
Torque: *will move to carefully pick Drift up* ... D-Deliver where?
Nightwish: *scans Drift and sees that she's still mostly coherent* Drift knows the address.
Drift: Y-Yeah. *wince*
Torque: *small nod* *looks to Drift for directions*
Nightwish: *gentle pat for Torque's arm* *quietly* Good work. *and then catches Chico and puts the excited pup on the floor*
Drift: *will quietly tell Torque where to go*
Chico: *bouncing around pretty lady's feets, his bells jingling joyfully!*
Rodimus: *trying not to snicker at how gleeful the pup sounds*
Nightwish: Remember what I said, Drift. *quiet look for the white swordswoman that holds reassurance*
Drift: *small nod as Torque carefully carries her out of the room, preceded by her joyful little scout*
Nightwish: *watches them go, and then goes to pick up her datapad once they've turned a corner*
Rodimus: *will pounce for snuggles*
Nightwish: We've still got work to do. *studies the datapad, and then remotely finishes off the last of what she'd been doing*
Rodimus: Awww. *sulk*
Nightwish: Grimlock's on Terra.
Rodimus: Whaaat?! *startled out of thoughts of cuddles*
Nightwish: Ironhide and Jazz also brought Tracks and his human kid Raoul.
Rodimus: ... *facepalm*
Nightwish: And apparently the spark that Brainstorm harvested back on that moon is Eclipse. That's Wheeljack and Silverstreak's offspring.
Rodimus: 0_0
Nightwish: *looks up, and then takes his arm and teleports him to the med ward, where a little bitty orange and black bot just ran out of his sleeping room to play and search for his parents, and met a big orange and black bot*
WakeJumper: *just let out a surprisingly girly squeal of delight* *crouches to be closer to the bitty's level*
Eclipse: *so surprised! Will happily chatter about the pretty lady as she picks him up*
WakeJumper: Ooooh, look at you, aren't you adorable? *blathering on in this manner*
Eclipse: You're pretty and I like you and I wanna keep you and *ramble ramble*
Rodimus: 0_0
Nightwish: *quietly* In many realities they're married before they're even old enough to be legal to vote on Cybertron.
Eclipse: *purrrrrrrrrr*
WakeJumper: *is using one finger to gently and carefully scritch babby's back as she holds him*
Rodimus: *boggling more*
Nightwish: *speaks up, her voice lightly teasing, though still Magnus serious* Don't you wish you hadn't been accelerated now, WakeJumper?
WakeJumper: *as Rodimus' jaw drops even more* *thrrrpt*
Eclipse: *snuggles and purrs. Is distracted from trying to find Mama and Papa*
gold and bronze monster: *comes hopping out, complaining bitterly at being left all wrapped up in a blanket!*
WakeJumper: *will offer her leg for the hugmonster*
monster: *climbs right up, still complaining. But then stops as she comes face to face with her mother* *ISSA BOSS!*
older hugmonster: *NOPE. SCOLDIES ARE A GO*
baby monster: *ISSSSSA BOSSSSSS!*
Rodimus: Ack!
WakeJumper: *sigh* *grabs the babby monster and tucks her in with Eclipse* Enough of that. Shirley, get your butt back inside.
Shirley: *nope. is BOSS*
baby monster: *wriggles despite the loving headlock she's in* *BOSS!*
Nightwish: Easy to see those two are related, even without the whole tarnished look.
Eclipse: *yapping about the pretty lady to his hugmonster*
WakeJumper: For the love of bolts, Shirley, get your butt back inside.
Shirley: *NOPE. BOSS MONSTER HERE*
WakeJumper: *grabs the naughty hugmonster* Butt. Inside. Now.
Shirley: *GONNA SULK* *and scoot up her person's arm* *and sulk some more*
Nightwish: *bit of a grin as she walks past toward the hall leading to the private rooms* You've still got cake on your aft, WakeJumber.
WakeJumper: I'll get it in the washracks. *gonna love on Eclipse now, kthx*
Rodimus: *softly* I still want a hugmonster.
Nightwish: *without turning* Tell them. The ship's lousy with 'em. Don't you want to see Ratchet's little one while he's not around to fuss over her?
Rodimus: *perk* Yes.
Nightwish: *still walking* She's back here.
Rodimus: *scoots after you, Nightwish*
Nightwish: *stops at the furthest door and looks through it for a moment, smiling as she watches the tiny girl sparklet sleep with her little arms wrapped around the neck of her baby hugmonster. Then unlocks the door with Ratchet's clearance code and steps inside the room*
Rodimus: *will move to follow, taking care to keep quiet*
Kriti: *sleeping peacefully*
hugmonster: *happily snuggled against his person*
Nightwish: //Shhh. Ratchet's got a monitor in here to listen to her.//
Rodimus: //She's tiny!//
Nightwish: //She is. Is Primus saying anything about her?//
Rodimus: *quiet for a few moments* //She's a monoformer.//
Nightwish: //Ratchet already knew that.//
Rodimus: ... //She's not gonna be very big.//
Nightwish: //I already knew that.// *reaches down to gently wipe drool off the tiny face*
Kriti: *turns her head slightly and makes a tiny sleepy sound*
Rodimus: *mutes his vocalizer* //She's whose kid?!//
Nightwish: //Yup.//
Rodimus: //How?!//
Nightwish: //The same way coding like Wheeljack's and Silverstreak's got to that moon.//
Rodimus: //... Primus is sneaky.//
Nightwish: //And his Creator is big.//
Ratchet: *supremely vexed sounding from where he's standing in the doorway behind Rodimus* If you two are done interfering you can go look at Orion now.
Rodimus: *nearly soundless squeak*
Nightwish: *turns and walks over to put her arms around the white medic, noting Doctor Roxanne standing and frowning beside him* *softly* She's beautiful, Ratchet. //Both your girls are.//
Ratchet: *quiet grumble*
Nightwish: *kisses him gently on the helm* *quiet sympathy* //You just now realized how you feel?//
Ratchet: //... Maybe.//
Nightwish: *without turning her head glances at the JD woman who has walked over to climb up and check on Kriti* //She doesn't realize yet.//
Ratchet: //... I don't even know what the standard procedure for courting is.//
Rodimus: *commenting quietly about how happy Kriti looks*
Nightwish: *as Dr. Roxanne replies to Rodimus* //Don't worry. Most people don't.// *smiles the small smile that she reserves for reassuring family members*
Ratchet: *small nod*
Kriti: *soft sound, snuggles her hugmonster*
Nightwish: //But I've seen you already cuddling her.// *golden eyes soft* //And I saw your bill for bone cakes. Have you given them to her yet?//
Ratchet: *quietly, sheepish* //No, not yet.//
Nightwish: *gentle hand to the side of his helm* //I think you're doing alright. She seems pretty sure, by her body language, that Kriti is her baby.//
Dr. Roxanne: *holding the tiny sparklet and her hugmonster pup now, and tipping them so that Rodimus can see them better*
Ratchet: *quietly* //She was there when Kriti was put into her shell.//
Rodimus: *soft, excited sound as he points out that the sparklet's awake*
Dr. Roxanne: *introduces Rodimus to Kriti, speaking softly, but not baby talking*
Nightwish: *glances over there* //I've noticed your stress levels have dropped over the past few days.//
Ratchet: //It helps that we've got a full medical staff... and fewer people coming in injured.//
Kriti: *itty bitty smile*
Rodimus: *bouncing on his pedes and grinning like a doofus*
Nightwish: //She'll probably like this.// *slender fingers find the tense spots on Ratchet's neck cables and very gently rub it away*
Ratchet: *can't help but rumble quietly as he relaxes*
Nightwish: *soft smile as she nods slightly to Ratchet, then gives him another kiss on the helm*
Rodimus: *hears that rumble, looks over. Boggle* Aw.
Dr. Roxanne: *looks up from Kriti* What's wrong?
Kriti: *very soft squeak as she hears a funny sound*
Rodimus: *nods to Ratchet and Nightwish* Ratchet's getting loved on.
Dr. Roxanne: *glances over and smiles, her expression gentle* It won't hurt him.
Nightwish: *quiet laugh* Wake up, Doc.
Ratchet: *groggily* Hm?
Nightwish: *scoops him into her arms* Here, Rodimus, step aside. I need to lay Ratchet down.
Dr. Roxanne: *grinning now as she moves closer to the wall with Kriti and the bittymonster*
Kriti: *surprised herself by making a bitty clicking sound*
Rodimus: *snickerfit, scoots out of the way*
Nightwish: *smiling as she watches Dr. Roxanne talk to Kriti about the bittyclick. Gently lays Ratchet on his back, then smooths his chevron and steps back* I'll see you tomorrow, Dr. Roxanne. Kriti. *nods and turns toward the door*
Kriti: *going to click to her spark's content now that she knows she can make that sound!*
Dr. Roxanne: *smiles* Goodnight, Ultra Magnus. Goodnight, Rodimus. *then looks toward Ratchet as the bot makes a sound in reply to Kriti's little clicks*
Ratchet: *wants to hold the baby and talk to her*
Dr. Roxanne: *gently tucks Kriti into her Daddy's hands, making soft clicks of her own. Glances up and sees that Ultra Magnus and Rodimus have left the room, and thinks she'd better get out there to the front desk in case something comes up. Starts to climb over Ratchet*
Ratchet: *will reach to gently tug Dr. Roxanne down to join him and Kriti*
Dr. Roxanne: *squeaks and oofs softly, then lifts her head to look at him quizzically* What?
Ratchet: Stay with us a while?
Dr. Roxanne: I should man the desk. *blinks and wonders what Ratchet's fingers are doing on her shoulders*
Ratchet: The desk can wait. Kriti needs family bonding time. *will gently and carefully rub knots out of your shoulders now, Roxanne*
Dr. Roxanne: *squints one eye shut and groans* Ratchet...
Ratchet: *concerned* Am I pressing too hard?
Dr. Roxanne: No, but if you keep it up I'm going to fall asleep. *half joking* Or fall in love with you.
Ratchet: *surprised sound*
Kriti: *click?*
Dr. Roxanne: *lowers her head when the fingers don't stop moving, giving an inadvertent sigh at the peace that's replacing the slight tension she'd been packing during the hectic times of getting the babies in bodies and all the other babies looked at*
Ratchet: *will rumble quietly for his family as Dr. Roxanne dozes off, and marvel over the peace that's settling in the infirmary*
Nightwish: *standing in Magnus mode, watching Orion Pax, who is repaired, upgraded, and newly painted and fuelled. The former Prime is sleeping the sleep of the utterly exhausted as Elita-One lays behind him with an arm around his waist*
Rodimus: *thinks Orion deserves a break after all he's been through, will try leaning on Nightwish*
Nightwish: *quietly, still studying the famous hero she's heard so much about* Still working.
Rodimus: *softly, as he moves to lean against the doorway instead* Aww.
teal and copper hugmonster: *wriggles out of the vent with a dead glitchmouse in its mouth. Will scramble up to the peoples on the big bed and offer the mousie to the pink person*
Elita-One: *blinks and frowns, then shakes her head* Bring that to the mess, Sara.
Sara: *scoots for the mess by way of the vents, following the scent of bot noms*
Nightwish: *slight nod, and wishes Elita a good night. Then turns toward the door*
Tracks: Whoops! *catches that red wingbot who just about fell right off the ramp after landing* Honestly, how hard is it to not fly when you're... oh. You're not drunk. *studies the Seeker with a slight frown on his handsome face*
Flashpoint: *slowly, trying to get her optics to focus on the speaker's face* Ah'll be alrahght.
Tracks: *quiet gasp of surprise* A woman. And you're damaged. *arms move so as to offer more support for the ailing bot*
Flashpoint: *a bit more firmly, optics focusing on the mech's face* Ah'll be alrahght.
Tracks: Are you a member of Rodimus' crew?
Flashpoint: Not yet... Ah wanna go wit' 'em though. *and then she's realizing that the bot holding her up is quite easy on the optics. And he seems to have wings!*
Tracks: But they're not leaving for another six days. You didn't have to leave your slab while you're in this condition. *concerned for the stranger*
Flashpoint: Ah w's s'posed t' be th' guahde f'r th'm.
hugmonster: *silvery nose peeking out of a shoulder seam. Fuss*
Tracks: Guide to w... o.0 Is that supposed to be there?
Flashpoint: *slow nod* She's mah 'ugmonstah.
Tracks: *has heard of those as he and Raoul window shopped* Oh. Alright, then. But we should get you onto a slab so that you can rest. *shifts his grip, and goes slightly cross-eyed as he winds up face to face with her* I'm Tracks, by the way. The hoodlum sniggering by our feet is Raoul.
Flashpoint: 'M Flashpoint. *trying her best not to lean too much on you, Tracks. Will carefully glance down* *soft snerk* 'Notha 'uman, huh?
Tracks: Yes. *sighs and rolls his optics* The little vermin wind up everywhere. OUCH. Raoul...
Flashpoint: *very soft snerk*
hugmonster: *scrambles out to see what her person is making funny noises about* *oh, and to fuss over her person more*
Tracks: *shakes his head, but then shifts slightly and pulls Flashpoint's arm over his shoulders. Yes, those are indeed wings* Let's get you inside.
Flashpoint: *slow nod of agreement. Moving too fast makes her head spin a bit, it seems*
hugmonster: *worry, fret, fuss*
Tracks: *slight squeak* Err, my wings are a little sensitive.
Flashpoint: *apologizes, will carefully move her arm. Won't admit that she was trying to pet your wings, Tracks*
Raoul: *laughs out loud as he runs inside* Tracks gotta girlfriend!
Tracks: *distracted by brat snark* Raoul, you disgusting hoodlum...
Rodimus: *pauses as they near the airlock* Primus says to kiss you.
Nightwish: Right. Really, Roddy.
Rung: *is that surprised squeak just down the hall*
Nightwish: *looks that way, ignoring fiancé protests* //Rung? Are you alright?//
Rung: //Primus said you and Rodimus should kiss.// *sounds so mortified*
Nightwish: *blinks, but then transforms to root mode and obeys the order*
Raoul: She wants to hug you and kiss you and... *cackles and dodges a kick*
Tracks: *still helping Flashpoint inside* You... *sound of disgust* Cybertronians don't DO those things, Rao... ul. *stops and stares with mouth fallen open at Rodimus and that shapely iridescent bot and what they're doing*
Raoul: Oh yeah. You do.
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