MTMTE. Lost Light. Day two Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

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meanwhile


Downrush: *hand to ear* Guys! Mountain King found a marauder youth pack!

Rodimus: Marauder youth pack? *curious*

Frostbite: *slaps a hand into her fist* Legal mayhem. :D

Rodimus: ... *grin* Cool.

Deluge: How big is the pack?

Downrush: *massive grin* Riot.

Deluge: ... *yells at WakeJumper to leave the kid behind and get her titanic orange aft ready to go*

Nightwish: We're coming too.

Frostbite: *uncertain frown for the offworlder*

WakeJumper: *hurrying in, left Eclipse with Torque and Chico*

Nightwish: We're coming too. *smirk*

WakeJumper: *blink blink* ... You've been told about the risks and dangers, right?

Rodimus: ... What's life without a little risk and danger?

Nightwish: If you're prone to such things. *smirk grows*

WakeJumper: *soft snerk*

Calypso: The sooner we get goin', the better. *grin*

Nightwish: So let's get the show on the road. *turns and runs for the door out of Swerve's*

Rodimus: *whoops and follows*

WakeJumper: *herding siblings*

Nightwish: *hits the ramp and flips into truck mode, then roars her engine*

Rodimus: *war whoop, will jump and aim for the bed of Nightwish's alt mode*

Nightwish: *fishtails and laughs as he lands* //Ratchet, Rodimus and I are going out.//

Ratchet: //Please try to stay safe.//

Nightwish: //I'm always safe.//

Ratchet: //Make sure Rodimus doesn't do anything too reckless.//

Nightwish: *snorks over comms*

Ratchet: //Have fun.//

Nightwish: //Oh yeah!// *suddenly launches into the air and enfolds Rodimus before shooting toward the edge of the city in jet mode*

Rodimus: *surprised squawk, but then he's cheering*

Maelstrom: *surprised comments between her components about the number of different alt modes Nightwish has, but then she's following and singing loudly*

Nightwish: *senses someone sitting in a doorway down below and swoops low over the street to wave her wingflap at Whirl and Nightstrike as the one sits on the knee of a big native bot and tinkers with springs and gears and the other chases a wind up hopping hugmonster doll around on the sidewalk*

Nightstrike: Bap! Look! *waves her mallet and laughs*

Whirl: *looks up* *snerk* And there's Ultra Magnus.

Nebulung: *glances after the iridescent jet* Pretty. Need anymore springs?

Whirl: *rude gesture for the jet because she can, looks to Nebulung* *headshake* Won't need 'em unless I start something new.

Rodimus: *laughing as he sees where Whirl is*

Nightwish: I think she needs that. Unless I miss my guess that's Mountain King's blacksmith.

Rodimus: I've never seen her sit that still for anything or anyone.

Nightwish: *quietly* They're playing with clockwork.

Rodimus: ... But why?

Nightwish: Why what? *buzzes Maelstrom*

Rodimus: Why would they be playing with clockwork?

Maelstrom: *teasing swat attempt is a go*

Nightwish: *dodges the swat and gently strafes the big gestalt* Because Whirl was a clockmaker.

Rodimus: ... Huh.

Maelstrom: *laughing muchly now*

Nightwish: //Which direction, scraphead? They're out of my scan range, which means they're a long ways off.//

Maelstrom: //Follow us.// *will head for where the marauder riot is*

Nightwish: //Do you always move this slow?// *barrel rolls as she loops around Maelstrom*

Rodimus: *trying not to get sick*

Maelstrom: *quick look around, will start running*

Nightwish: //Come on, lead-aft. Catch some air!//

Maelstrom: *now that she's got enough speed, she'll jump and take off*

Nightwish: *whoops and jets, clearing the city with a sonic boom*

Maelstrom: *putting on the speed*

Rodimus: *trying so hard not to be sick*

Nightwish: *realizes something's up with the captain and scans him* Roddy?

Rodimus: //Don't make me open my mouth. My tank's sloshing.//

Nightwish: *stops and hovers in the air* What? Why?

Rodimus: *circulating air and trying to will his tank to settle down* //It happens sometimes. Usually right after I fuel, if I go too fast...//

Nightwish: Sorry. I forgot you're squishy. *lands and transforms to truck*

Rodimus: Oof. *going to lay in your alt mode bed and circulate air until his tanks stop rebelling*

Maelstrom: *lands and runs again* //Something wrong, Boss?//

Nightwish: //I squished him.//

Maelstrom: //...// *SNERK*

Nightwish: *rueful* //I forgot he's just a normal guy.//

Maelstrom: //Got any calcien? That'll settle his tank.//

Nightwish: //Don't keep it on me.//

Maelstrom: //Darn.//

Nightwish: Hmmm.

Rodimus: *lifts his head* Huh?

Nightwish: *opens her back window* Reach into my glove compartment and have a candy.

Rodimus: *will do so*

Maelstrom: *catcalls as she sees Rodimus' butt*

Rodimus: *to Maelstrom* I'm taken, you know that, right?

Maelstrom: So? I can still look at pretty!

Nightwish: *opens her glove compartment while flipping out a gun* *pew!*

Maelstrom: *startled curse*

Rodimus: *laughing now*

Maelstrom: *hopping on one foot now as she holds her injured knee* Low blow!

Nightwish: I protect what's mine! *laughs and revs her engine as she shoots ahead. Is still watching the terrain though, and is careful not to hit bumps too fast while Roddy's getting a candy out of the glove compartment*

Rodimus: *little butt wiggle as he finds what he's looking for*

Maelstrom: *shakes her fist at Nightwish, but continues on toward where the marauders are gathering* They'll be coming close to the river.

Nightwish: I see 'em. Those are pups?

Maelstrom: They're almost adults. *grins as she watches the horizon. Can also see Rodimus wiggling so he's back in the bed of Nightwish's alt mode* If we get 'em now, they won't be able to tear up things later on.

Nightwish: *idly* One hundred and four. Roddy, only eat one of those, or you'll be drunk and the marauders will munch you.

Rodimus: Aw. Okay. *will stow one for later, then*

Nightwish: *chuckles* *quietly* Ratchet says Tailgate's strong enough to be transferred to a new shell.

Rodimus: ... He was thinking of transferring the little guy? Aw...

Nightwish: That shell is six million years old, and it's never been upgraded or gotten any upkeep till now.

Rodimus: ... Wow.

Nightwish: Yeah. *quietly* And the poor guy was just an advanced baby when he fell into that hole.

Rodimus: *wince* Sheesh. And I know Ratchet had to fix his T-Cog once...

Nightwish: *still quiet* He had cybercrosis, too. He said it's alright to tell you.

Rodimus: *jaw drops*

Nightwish: *softly* I had something that gave him enough strength to be able to take some medicine that Swerve made. He's going to be alright now.

Rodimus: *can feel the warmth and well being that's come from just the one piece of candy he's eaten. Connects the dots* *very soft chuckle and a gentle patpat for you, Nightwish* *quietly* At least he's getting to experience peace.

Nightwish: He's living his dream.

Rodimus: *nods* And he's got a family now.

Nightwish: *chuckles* You're part of it. *speeds up a little* You ready to rumble?

Rodimus: *grin* Bring it on!

Nightwish: Look up ahead. *still gunning her engine, which results in a suddenly bouncier ride!*

Rodimus: *will do so, holding on tightly*

Marauder pack: *thronging thickly on the river bank, males and females together. Resemble tyrannosaurs, and are on a size level with Maelstrom*

Rodimus: *startled obscenity*

Nightwish: *slows* Climb up on Maelstrom's shoulders.

Rodimus: *grins. Then takes a flying leap out of Nightwish's bed and scales the gestalt*

Maelstrom: Ack! Hey!

Nightwish: *roars toward the beasts, blaring her horn. Laughs as she sees them turn toward her* //What're the rules, 'Strom?//

Maelstrom: //If they get past that beacon we passed on the way here, the city guards get to stomp 'em. Bot with the highest kill score gets first dibs at the biggest one.//

Nightwish: //So any weapons and any moves?// *shoots up in jet mode just as a massive female smashes jaws into the ground in attempt of munching her*

Maelstrom: //Yup! Awk!// *startled squawk as Rodimus leaps from her shoulder onto a slightly smaller male*

Rodimus: *war whoop!*

Nightwish: *transforms and goes after the beasts with her fists*

Maelstrom: *rowdy yell, charges into the herd*

Nightwish: Roddy, think fast! *tosses a two handed war ax toward him*

Rodimus: *will catch the ax and proceed to go to town on the marauder that's currently trying to get him off of its head*

Nightwish: *vanishes with a gulp in the next instant*

Rodimus: *distracted by trying not to get eaten*

Maelstrom: *going to town on the big male that just charged her* *is also calling other gestalts to come have fun*

marauder: *lifts head and looks for other prey, then suddenly stiffens and falls over right in Maelstrom's path*

Nightwish: *shoots out of the beast's side in jet form, then lands and gets back to the game*

Maelstrom: *just broke the jaws of the male she's grappling with*

Nightwish: *duck, flip, kick, punch* *absently answers a comm ping* //'Wish here. 'Sup?//

Rung: //Eclipse is in the vents. Torque's trying to get him out, but she can't follow him. It's sent her into a panic.// *trying to keep calm for Torque's sake, but her voice is quivering with worry*

Nightwish: //Put Torky on.//

Rung: *will do so*

Torque: *panicked squeals and incoherent babbling. In the background, there's a faint series of clangs*

Nightwish: //Talk to me Torky.// *here is the calm voice that you followed home, Torque*

Torque: *clang* //B-Baby!// *more clang, this one accompanied by a squeal of pain*

Nightwish: //Stop hitting it. I told Memoranda's daddy what happened. Show him where the baby went. Okay?// *backflips away from snappy teeth, then whirls back with a powerkick before launching a fist*

Torque: *whimper*

Nightwish: *gently and firmly, as she grabs a marauder's foot and tosses upward hard enough to make the robo dino catch air* //What are the instructions, Torky?//

Torque: //S-show w-where b-baby w-went.//

Nightwish: *leap, twist, use Maelstrom's arm for a spring board* //Right. Show who where the baby went?//

Torque: *surprised sound* //...Little bot.//


back at the ship


Rewind: *standing and grinning reassuringly up at the unhappy porter as he stands by Rung*

Torque: *rocking back and forth a bit. Is somewhat distracted from her worry by how tiny Memoranda's daddy is*

Rung: *gentle clicks, will move to rub Torque's back*

Rewind: *still grinning. Plays a bit of bouncy music* So where I gotta go, Torky my lady? *scrunches his face despite visor and mask as Chico kissies him*

Torque: *soft clicks as she thinks the question over, then she's pointing to the vent, the opening of which shows her failed attempts to go after Eclipse her self* B-Baby there.

Rewind: *perks* Gimme a lift? *sure he can get up there, but if he lets Torque lift him then she's helping*

Torque: *nods and moves to gently and carefully lift Rewind up to the vent*

Rewind: *slips inside and looks around, then turns to give Torque a thumbs up* I'll find 'em. Don't worry, okay?

Torque: *bibbles, but nods*

Rung: *calling First Aid to see if he'd be able to come tend to Torque's injuries*

First Aid: //I'm on my way. I was just grabbing a cake for her.//

Rung: //Oh, that's a good idea, First Aid. I'll try and get her sitting down, as well.//

First Aid: //Ask Chico to dance. You just need to ask him where the pretty lady is.//

Rung: *very soft chuckle* //Alright.// *to Chico* Where's the pretty lady, Chico?

Chico: *perks and moves to dance in front of Torque*

Torque: *surprised sound, will move to sit down*

Rung: *small smile as she puts a hand up to the little pet on her shoulder, who is the same colour she is, will share the feed with First Aid*

Cinnabar: *out on his nice person's shoulder. Was singing a comforting song, but now he's watching Chico dance* *trills curiously*

First Aid: //Oh, I'm glad that worked.// *footsteps sound now as he runs down the corridor* //Grok has put Eee-Chirr into the vents starting over by Swerve's.//

Rung: //Then it might not be too long before Eclipse is located.//

Torque: *clicking softly as she watches Chico dance, her own new hugmonster having come out to talk and fuss about how his person's got an ow*

First Aid: *slides right past* Oh, who waxed the floor again?

Torque: *soft giggle*

First Aid: *comes back and offers a packet of sliced sausage to Torque, knowing that Chico had been far too excited to eat much this morning. Also holds up the neatly packaged little push cake* Here, poor Torque. This will help you feel better. Can I see your hand?

Torque: *looks up from watching Chico dance, will hold out her hand*

First Aid: *sets to work with repairs* I didn't know you had a hugmonster, Rung. Does it actually fit inside your shell?

Rung: *headshake* I have a pocket for him. I don't believe I'll have room for any more, however.

First Aid: *chuckles softly as he works, then sets the cake in Torque's hand and climbs slightly to see to her other injuries* He seems to like sitting on your shoulder.

Rung: He likes being out where he can see everyone and talk to them.

Torque: *happy little clicks as she works on eating the cake*

Chico: *smells noms, will dance and beg*

First Aid: *listens to the song that the copper colour hugmonster has resumed* So he works like the native Brainstorm's toad.

Rung: *nods* Yes, I believe so.

Torque: *trying to feed Chico the sausages without letting go of her cake or getting cake on the sausages*

First Aid: Why don't you use this hand for cake, and that one for pet food? *visor lights in a smile for her*

Torque: *will do as suggested*

Chico: *NOMPHIN'* *happy trills and chirps between bites*

First Aid: *hums as he works. Doesn't notice that Cinnabar is trying to sing the same song that he is*

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