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MTMTE. Lost Light. Day two 6
Continued from here
Over in a certain private room
Ironhide: *sticking out his chin at the pink and gold woman who just told him that he's dismissed* Only 'Rion kin tell me that.
Elita: *scowls* Who do you think you are, his mother?
Ironhide: *bullheaded expression* Ah've ben 'is bodyguard since th' war started. 'N Ah...
Orion: *quietly, as he rolls over and rubs his optics* It's alright, Ironhide. Elita won't hurt me.
Ironhide: *taken aback* Ah never thought... *pauses as he sees the tired and affectionate grin in his former commander's eyes* Yessir, 'Rion. *touches Tank on the back as he rises to his feet and leaves the room*
Jazz: *meets him at the outer door of the infirmary and rubs Tank's ears* 'Hide, baby, we gotta talk.
Ironhide: *raised brow ridge* Ah di'n't do nothin'.
Jazz: *sighs and gives him a slightly sad grin, then takes his arm and starts to walk down the corridor* *softly* Why're you always actin' like I'm gonna kick your caboose fer somethin'?
Ironhide: *confused expression is a go*
Jazz: *shakes her head* 'Hide, baby... we ain't married. 'N I think that's a good thing.
Ironhide: Huh? *so much confusion*
Jazz: *another sigh* *gently* I'm movin' outta the habsuit.
Ironhide: *frown* Whut? Whah?
Jazz: Because we jes' ain't the right kinda thing. *earnestly* I'm always gonna love ya. But it jes' cain't be that way. *looks up, studying his face and hoping that the pig-headed old bodyguard can understand. Has a sinking feeling she's going to break his heart*
Ironhide: ... *frowning now*
Jazz: *quiet and coaxing* 'Hide, don't be that way.
Tank: *pokes Dad on the butt*
Ironhide: *slowly* Was it somethin' Ah did?
Jazz: *sighs and shakes her head* You jes' don' git it. *and then pauses as they reach the door and she sees the pale blue lady over there shouting up at that towering hunk of scowling bot* Ooo, what's goin' on here?
Ironhide: *turns and frowns. Walks a few steps down the ramp and then lifts his brows as he too watches*
Chromia: If you can't even keep up in an electrical storm, don't expect Elita to wait around for you, you rust tainted slaarg bait!
bot: Now you listen here you... *sudden backflip*
Chromia: *jumped up and gave him a resounding uppercut to the chin*
Ironhide: *absolute gaping gobsmack of admiration*
Jazz: o.0 Daaaaang.
Chromia: *turns and strides up the ramp, accidentally clipping the gaping Ironhide when he doesn't move* Watch it, you slag for processor!
Ironhide: *easy going grin as his optics continue to sparkle with admiration* Hey now. Y'u run inta me.
Chromia: *pauses to look at him more closely, and finds herself smiling in response to that grin* I'm Chromia, formerly of Elita-One's squadron. I came to check on her and her new mate.
Ironhide: *startles visibly* Chromia! A Chromia fer this realiteh!
Chromia: *quizzical look* Yes...?
Jazz: *stands in the doorway grinning as she watches the pair. That grin widens as she feels hands on her shoulders and hears a soft and bouncy tune from Earth* Hey, Blaster man. This thing with 'Hide's goin' pretty well.
Blaster: *chuckles* Good. Then you weren't joking about not being a couple?
Jazz: *shakes her head, her gaze still on Ironhide and Chromia as her grin goes small and fond* Even if we weren't too different ta go that way, how'm I supposeta compete with the lady he was meant for? *rolls her shoulders appreciatively as she feels Blaster knead them slightly*
Blaster: *quietly, as he continues to gently knead Jazz's shoulders* Who said you had to compete? Maybe you were meant to be the one to bring 'Hide to where he and the lady were supposed to meet.
Jazz: *looks thoughtfully up at the tall DJ* Y'might have somethin' theAWK! What the slag, 'Hide???
Ironhide: *just lifted Blaster up by the top of his chest panel and is holding the sledgehammer that is his other fist right in the slenderer bot's face as his own face twists into an angry snarl*
Blaster: Ack! What the scrap?!
Ironhide: *deep voice trembling with warning* Y'u best watch yerself, music bot. Y'u break th't ladeh's heart 'n Ah'll break yer face. Y'u understand?
Blaster: *face clears* *SNERK* Love ya too, 'Hide.
Jazz: *leaning against the side of the doorway, her laughter clear and happy* Who sez he's lookin' that way, 'Hide?
Ironhide: *shakes Blaster till he rattles, and then drops him onto his feet* *grim and certain, though with a slight knowing grin* He is. *turns to go back to Chromia*
Jazz: *looks up at Blaster with surprise and question*
Blaster: *gives himself a shake to reset what Ironhide rattled loose*
Tank: *pokes Blaster on the butt in passing, his trumpet backing up whatever it was that Dad just said to you!*
Blaster: Awk! Hey! *mock glare at Tank* *then sees Jazz's look and gives her an appealing grin* Hey! You could do worse.
Jazz: *starts laughing so hard that she nearly falls over, then gives him five as he holds out a hand* I guess I could, my man. I guess I could.
Blaster: *grin widens* You wanna see what Swerve's mixin' up this afternoon?
Jazz: Sure, why not? *wipes at her visor* I'm still grounded fer throwin' that drink this mornin', 'n the writers finished their book copies, so I don't got nothin' else ta do.
Blaster: *nods, then looks the way that Ironhide and Chromia went* You two really gonna just call it quits? Seems like he's got your interests ta heart.
Jazz: He's like that fer ever'body he cares about, man. 'N all we ever did was some kissin' when we were too drunk ta know which way was up. We ain't even ben sleepin' on the same recharge slab, 'n I hear that's what married folks're supposeta do.
Blaster: *slight shrug* I wouldn't know about that sort of thing, to be honest.
Jazz: *quiet chuckle* 'N I hear Ratchet's got as much'a 'Hide in his spark as I do.
Blaster: ... So what does that mean?
Jazz: Means they're brothers. Since brothers ain't fer kissin' I guess me 'n him're just real close. *pauses as she sees Ironhide look back around the corner up ahead*
Ironhide: We need a couple more players t' unlock th' really good fahghts.
Jazz: *blinks behind her visor, and then laughs out loud as she realizes that letting Ironhide know that she didn't expect him to be her husband has only returned the old soldier to the camaraderie that they've shared for vorns* *looks up at Blaster* What about it, Blaster baby? You wanna go kick aft 'n take names on some virtual baddies, 'stead'a drinkin'?
Blaster: We can go and drink later, to celebrate! *grin*
Ironhide: *craggy old face breaks into its own grin* Th't's rahgt!
Jazz: *more laughter* Then what're we waitin' for, cats? Let's boogie! *scoots!*
meanwhile, the infirmary
Downrush: *drags WakeJumper into the main room and drops her, then grins at the little white and blue minibot that peeks around the corridor at him*
Tailgate: *meeps quietly*
Downrush: *tries to be non threatening* Is Eclipse here?
Tailgate: Er... I think so?
Downrush: *hmmm. Absently and gently boots his sister* Is Ratchet here?
WakeJumper: *soft protest, is zonked-looking*
Tailgate: *nodnod* *will scamper to get the medic*
Downrush: *hunkers down and tries to convince WakeJumper to snap out of her stress and relief induced shock*
Ratchet: *can be heard approaching moments later* What happened? *moving to scan the orange and black medic*
Downrush: Not sure. She fell over when she heard that Rodimus was alright. All she'll say is her husband's name.
Ratchet: Help me get her to one of the rooms. She needs time to rest and defrag. I'll see if Wheeljack and Bluestreak will let Eclipse visit.
Downrush: *bends his back and heaves younger and larger sister onto it again* Lead the way. *slight squirm to get a hugmonster settled*
WakeJumper's hugmonsters: *trilling and making a lot of worried noises*
Ratchet: The hugmonsters are restless. *considering look* Do you need any help?
Downrush: I'm good. Just hurry up before my monsters find that bugzilla again.
Ratchet: *nods, will move to lead the way to one of the recovery rooms*
Wheeljack: *sitting quietly in a comfortable chair and holding Silverstreak as she sleeps. Looks up from watching Eclipse play on the floor with that bossy little pet of his as the door chime sounds softly* C'min.
Ratchet: *will get the door open and make sure it stays open* Is there a spare slab?
Wheeljack: *sits up with a frown as he sees the big bots looming behind his brother* You got other rooms.
Ratchet: WakeJumper's asking for Eclipse, and I'd rather she be where someone can keep an optic on her.
Eclipse: *looks up and chirps when he hears his name*
Wheeljack: *deeper frown as he gently rubs the slightly stirring Silverstreak's back* Who's WakeJumper, 'n what's she want my kid for?
Ratchet: She's the medic for the gestalt team Maelstrom, and she and Eclipse- *interrupted by babby*
Eclipse: Gonna marry her! :D
Wheeljack: Yer too little ta marry anybody. *frowns down at the bright coloured sparklet*
Eclipse: *huff*
Downrush: He could do like Wake did when she was new, and get accelerated.
Wheeljack: *eyes just widened slightly* Don't start screamin'. You'll scare Mama 'n make Annie cry. *attention to Downrush* Slag that.
WakeJumper: *dazed mumbling*
Ratchet: There's a spare slab big enough for her in here, and the sooner she gets to resting, the better.
Wheeljack: *can see on Ratchet's face that refusing again will upset the old medic. Sighs and turns his attention to Silverstreak* Whatever. Don't step on Annie.
Annie: *ISSABOSS!*
Eclipse: Wake! *clickstorm, cuddles Annie*
Ratchet: *moving to help Downrush get WakeJumper settled on the berth*
Downrush: *gets baby sister settled, and then rushes from the room. A torrent of incoherent clicking, squealing, and bad language follows!*
Wheeljack: *attention snaps up and his earlights show his amusement* What's that all about?
Ratchet: Hugmonster riot.
WakeJumper: *and now she's down for the count*
Downrush: *bangs his head on the wall and yelps, and then a piece of his plating flies into view*
Wheeljack: Hey! There's a kid in here, ya chump!
Eclipse: Unca Ratch! Up! Wakie!
Ratchet: *soft chuckle* *will move to lift babby and hugmonster*
Downrush: *another piece of plating flies past the open door* Yeowargh! *unprintable*
Wheeljack: o.0 If those little raptors are that much trouble I ain't sure I want 'em near my kid.
Ratchet: The locals usually have more than a few in their plating. *will gently tuck Eclipse and Annie in with WakeJumper, noting that the medic's systems are slowing down in response* *softly* Good. She's relaxing.
Downrush: *staggers into sight, a massive, grasshopper type insect held between one finger and thumb* Does... *puffs and shudders* Does the kid wanna see a creepy bug?
Wheeljack: *BUG! COOOOOL!*
Ratchet: *boggling now* What the?!
Eclipse: *chirrs and snuggles WakeJumper*
Downrush: *shudders again* Like I said. Bugzilla. The little *bleeps* get under our plating, and then the hugmonsters get in deathmatches with 'em.
Wheeljack: ...Ouch.
Eclipse: *beeps*
Downrush: *looks toward the beep, and then stumbles into the room and holds the bug where the little guy can see it* They eat other organic critters.
Eclipse: *clickstorm* Eww. Badbug.
Downrush: Yup. Really bad bug. *frowns at it, then sighs* I better go get rid of it. *turns and stumbles out, still missing plating*
Wheeljack: o.0 Ratchet, that guy don't look too good.
Ratchet: I'll go make sure he's not seriously injured. *moving to follow Downrush*
Wheeljack: *watches him go, and then looks over at the other bed. Sees a pair of dozy blue eyes blinking at him and frowns* WakeJumper, huh?
Annie: *BOSS*
WakeJumper: *bleary confusion, mumbles incoherently*
Wheeljack: What's the big idea, tellin' my kid you're his wife? He's too little for that kinda slag.
WakeJumper: *so much confusion on her face* 'Clipse...
Eclipse: *chirps and clickstorms, then wiggles so he can put his audio against the big woman's chest* My Wakie.
Wheeljack: You're just a new build.
Calypso: *sends a jolt of clearheadedness to the whole team as she finds herself showing Trailcutter what a kiss is like*
WakeJumper: *startled squeal at the jolt, nearly falls off the berth*
Eclipse: *SQUEAK!*
Silverstreak: *awake!*
Wheeljack: *comforting words to Silverstreak! Comforting cuddles!*
Silverstreak: *bibbling and hiding on you, Wheeljack*
WakeJumper: *manages to avoid falling off the berth, will get Eclipse and herself steady, and then give herself a few good whacks upside the audial* Urgh...
Wheeljack: *rocks his lady and hums to her. Has a horrid voice, but Silverstreak seemed to like his singing when he tried it before*
Annie: *BOSS!*
Silverstreak: *still going to cling and hide against you, Wheeljack. She's in her happy place*
WakeJumper: *squints at Wheeljack* Huh. Not a hallucination, then.
Eclipse: *snuggles and purrs*
Wheeljack: Oh, now yer awake? *sounds a bit cranky, he does, as he looks up from the little silver lady in his arms*
WakeJumper: *moving to sit up fully* Think so. Processor's tryin' to loop a bit.
Wheeljack: *scowl* So what's this slag about you bein' Eclipse's wife?
WakeJumper: *blinks, looks to Eclipse* *quietly* We resonate.
Wheeljack: *unimpressed* 'N he's a little kid. I hear cradle robbin's not very popular among people that get married.
WakeJumper: He's older than I am.
Wheeljack: *snorts* Right.
Eclipse: Myup. Slept long time. *nodnod*
WakeJumper: I'm only mature because I chose to have my growth accelerated. I just passed my first deci-vorn not too long ago.
Wheeljack: *blinks. And then remembers those big new builds that he met earlier* ...Eclipse's older than that?
WakeJumper: *nods* He's at least ten times my age.
Wheeljack: *frowns* No, he ain't. We get bigger before we get that old.
Eclipse: Thrrrpt. Slept. Loooong sleep. *nodnod*
WakeJumper: Sometimes, sparks hibernate for a long time before emerging from the birthing fields.
Wheeljack: He never came from your birthin' fields. Ratchet says he's one'a ours.
WakeJumper: *will get a hand-held scanner out of storage and use it to scan Eclipse. Boggles when she sees the results*
Ratchet: *comes back and looks into the room, his expression quizzical*
Wheeljack: *sees him* Ratchet, this bot's tellin' me some crazy story.
Ratchet: What kind of crazy story? *moving to scan WakeJumper and make sure she doesn't have any bugzillas in her plating*
WakeJumper: Would you take a look at this, and make sure my handheld's not malfunctioning? *will show Ratchet her scanner's data for Eclipse*
Ratchet: *will look, blinking a bit, then scanning Eclipse with his own scanners*
Wheeljack: *scowls with concern* What's wrong with the kid?
Eclipse: *reaches over to "beep a scanner's nose"* :3
Ratchet: He's in the wrong-size shell, for starters.
Wheeljack: How's he in the wrong size shell?
Ratchet: He's nearly as old as Rodimus.
WakeJumper: ... *soft snerk* So in technicality, I wouldn't be the one doing the cradle robbing.
Wheeljack: o.0 Then he's too old. ...And what the slag's he doin' in that little shell?
Eclipse: *THRRRPT*
Ratchet: It was the right size for him at the time. *scanning a bit more closely*
WakeJumper: So get him a bigger shell.
Wheeljack: *very much frown*
Ratchet: It's helped that he's gotten proper fuel and has been cared for. At the time, a local medic put him in the size of shell he could support. But he is a point one percenter... So it's not surprising that it hasn't taken long for him to outgrow his shell.
Wheeljack: Hrmm. Maybe he won't break Silver's mind once he's the right size. *still in crabby mode*
WakeJumper: We'd need to go to one of the forgers to get the right size shell.
Wheeljack: *frown goes back to scowl* Forgers?
WakeJumper: *nods* They forge the materials and make shells.
Wheeljack: Youse got guys just for that?
WakeJumper: *nod* They usually work with bots that're wanting to change jobs
Wheeljack: *struck by the idea of there being enough bots to need such services* *quietly, as he sits back* Huh.
Annie: *BOSS*
WakeJumper: *moving to swing her legs around so she can get up*
Eclipse: *um, NO* *will draw himself up in preparation of shriek*
Wheeljack: *huffs!*
WakeJumper: *puzzled expression*
Ratchet: *acks and scrambles to try and keep the peace* *recognizes the huff that always precedes Wheeljack blowing his top* *while it's rare, it means something, and that something is SCARY*
Downrush: *girlish shriek* OHSLAG, IT GOT AWAY! *sound of flight!*
Wheeljack: *distracted by that shriek* 0_0
Silverstreak: Bhuh?
Calypso: *is that sound of someone chasing after a bugzilla, forgot all about teaching Trailcutter about the fine art of kissing in favor of saving brother from bug*
Frostbite: *distant sound of orders being shouted at sister and at hugmonsters*
hugmonsters: *busy jumping up and down and beeping*
WakeJumper: *shudders*
Eclipse: *FUSS*
Ratchet: *frowns and goes to see what the commotion is*
Lyra: *sees bugzilla heading for her nice man's face! Springs! Grappling with bug even as they hit the floor*
Ratchet: *startled squawk*
Fred: *abandons ship, heading for the rumble!*
Moofie: *battle call, will scramble out to join the fracas!*
Eclipse: *squeals!*
Deluge: *pauses in the infirmary door* Never mind! Doc's monsters have it.
Doctor Roxanne: *from behind Ratchet* What happened?
Ratchet: ... Bugzilla.
Doctor Roxanne: *holds Kriti close and puts a protective hand back to Tailgate* What?
WakeJumper: *quietly* I-it's a local pest.
Fred: *has the pest's leg! Shakes it savagely*
Doctor Roxanne: *sees that huge spiky bug limb and gasps*
Moofie: *saying rude things*
Lyra: *going to bite your rear end off, bug!*
Fred: *going back for the other mean leg!*
Moofie: *more rude things and going for one of the other legs!*
Lyra: *sound of pain as the bug gets hold of her and starts to squeeze!*
Tailgate: *moving to come to Lyra's rescue, grabbed the dustpan and broom from the cleaning supply closet!*
bugzilla: *guillotined by dustpan!* *but still squeezing*
Fred: *rips off the other mean leg!*
Moofie: *battle cry, will pounce on the bad bug's front parts with teeth and claws*
Tailgate: *trying to help Lyra*
Lyra: *twists around and is able to get a crushing grip on the other side of the body from Moofie's*
bugzilla: *very very dead*
Kriti: *itty bitty squeak as she begins to wake up*
WakeJumper: *moves to lay back down* Ugh...
Deluge: *staring at Tailgate with gobsmacked hero worship*
Tailgate: *quietly* I-Is it...
Frostbite: *peeks around Deluge* ...Who chopped it up like that?
Moofie: *fussing over Lyra now*
Lyra: *puffing and trying to catch her breath. Then makes like standing, only to fall down with a little cry as her ribs protest. Is also leaking from cuts*
Fred: *urgent calling to her nice man! Look! Look! Poor Sister!*
Ratchet: *moving to scan the hugmonster, will also gently lift Lyra, making soothing clicks*
Lyra: *signs and nuzzles his fingers, then makes a little sad owwie sound as her sisters climb up to join her*
Doctor Roxanne: *quietly* How is she?
Ratchet: One rib cracked, the rest bruised, numerous lacerations... but no serious internal damage. *so much relief in his voice*
Moofie: *climbing her nice man and worrying about Sister*
Fred: *poor Sister! Love you, Sister! Oh, look, nice man! Bug bited Sister!*
Tailgate: *bibbles*
Ratchet: *moving to bring Lyra to one of the repair tables* We need to tend to her rib.
Doctor Roxanne: Let me put Kriti in her carrier. *turns and runs off down the hall to get it*
elsewhere
Nightwish: *sits up from carefully aligning Rodimus' spinal struts* 0.0 //Red Alert, do you copy?// *changes frequencies* //Cyclonus, copy.//
Red Alert: //Is something wrong?//
Cyclonus: *responds with a 'present and awake' ping*
Rodimus: *bleary blink* *confused about why you stopped, 'Wish*
Nightwish: //I have good reasons for hugmonsters to be aboard the ship.// *sends Red Alert the security camera feed of the battle as it unfolds* *also sends it to Cyclonus* //Tailgate will need you soon.//
Red Alert: *startled squeal*
Cyclonus: //... Understood.//
Nightwish: *shares the footage with Rodimus, and watches as the little minibot finishes off the foe and Ratchet brings his ailing pet to a table to tend to her with Doctor Roxanne's help*
Rodimus: ... *boggling* What the #$%$#%$#?!
Nightwish: *gives him data she just found on the social network about the gigantic cricket relatives*
Rodimus: ... Eeeeesh. *moving to sit up* We should make sure Tailgate's alright.
Nightwish: *softly, as she stands beside the recharge slab* I let Cyclonus know what was going on.
Rodimus: *small nod* We should still check on everyone.
Nightwish: Alright. *walks over and opens the door, then steps back with shock as a torrent of scolding meets her*
Rodimus: Awk!
Minimus: *SUCH a stern expression on his face as he blocks the path with his wheelchair* Why wasn't I informed of the situation, Nightwish?
Nightwish: *nonplussed* Which situation?
Rodimus: 0_0
Minimus: The situation with Rodimus using his ability and nearly dying! *visibly upset and worried*
Nightwish: *shoots a look back at her fiancé* I didn't realize you needed informing. He's alright now.
Minimus: *pinches the bridge of his nose now*
Rodimus: *wincing a bit as he sees Minimus' expression and body language* It turned out alright in the end though.
Nightwish: *realizes that she erred badly* *quietly* I told Red.
Minimus: *will circulate and let out the air in a slow sigh, before nodding*
Nightwish: *drops lightly to her knees and studies his face* *softly* I'm sorry. I was so focused on him that I forgot you'd want to know.
Minimus: *another small nod* *then* What was the yelling in the infirmary about?
Nightwish: Oh yeah. *picks him up and moves the wheelchair out of the way* We have to go check on Tailgate. A local pest got loose in there, and he dealt with it.
Minimus: ... *and there's that worried expression again*
Rodimus: Cyclonus will be there soon. But the sooner we get there, the better.
Nightwish: Is it alright if I carry you? *strong arms cradle her small mentor carefully as Rodimus walks up beside her and looks down at him*
Minimus: *nods* That's... *trails off as he realizes Rodimus is taller than Nightwish now. Boggles*
Nightwish: What? *looks up. Blush* Oh. That.
Minimus: ... *raised brow ridge*
Nightwish: I got him a body from the same artist that did mine. *starts walking toward the infirmary* We should 'port.
Rodimus: That'd get us there quicker. *nod*
Minimus: Agreed.
Nightwish: *sticks out an elbow* Grab on.
Rodimus: *grabs on*
Nightwish: *is in mid-stride outside Rodimus' habsuit one moment, then there's a wrench, and they're standing in the corner of the main room of the infirmary* *nearly drops Minimus as Tailgate cannons into her * Don't hurt yourself!
Rodimus: *acks*
Tailgate: *is a wibbly, bibbly panicked mech*
Nightwish: *scoops him up and cuddles him close with Minimus* Shhhh. Hey. Come on now. *kiss for the little white and blue bot's helm* Shhh. It's okay.
Tailgate: *hiding and trembling now* *rambles and bibbles about the bad bug and poor Lyra*
Minimus: *sort of squished, but won't complain*
Rodimus: Ratchet, how's Lyra?
Ratchet: She'll be fine with time to rest and recover. *sounds just a bit rattled at the moment* *head down as he hugs Doctor Roxanne*
Moofie: *snuggled on the table with Fred and Lyra, will bite anyone other than their nice man and his peeps if they get too close*
Nightwish: *is busy gently removing Tempest's snuggle sack from Tailgate's back and tucking it and its sleeping contents into Tailgate's arms* Look. He didn't even wake up.
Tailgate: *will hide his face against Tempest's snuggle sack and clickstorm*
Nightwish: *gently strokes his helm, then remembers Minimus and offers to pass him to Rodimus*
Minimus: *will consent to being carried by Rodimus, can tell that Tailgate needs comforting right now*
Rodimus: *will make sure Minimus won't fall*
Nightwish: *moves over to sit on an empty table and cradle Tailgate and Tempest, who is now peeking at his adopted father and making little questioning and sadly sympathetic sounds* *softly* You're a big **** hero.
Cyclonus: *arriving in time to hear that*
Tailgate: *bibbles as he peeks*
Nightwish: *lowers her voice to a murmur* And Deluge is fangirling over you.
Tailgate: *surprised SQUEAK!*
Cyclonus: *raised brow ridge at the squeak*
Tempest: *squeaks too!* *then looks around to see who did it*
Nightwish: Look at her. She really is.
Tailgate: *peeks at Deluge over Tempest's snuggle sack*
Deluge: *watching him with a star struck grin as she absently tries to help her brother put scattered armour plates back where they belong*
Calypso: *helping Downrush with his armor and commenting on Deluge's expression*
Tailgate: *so much blush!* *will hide his face against Tempest again*
Frostbite: *elbows Deluge in the side* Stop staring at him, you glitch.
Deluge: *will wallop sister*
Ratchet: Not in here!
Cyclonus: *growl!*
Deluge: *will haul Frostbite out into the hall to rumble, then!*
Calypso: *snerks, helps Downrush get the last of his armor back on, will go find Trailcutter again*
Downrush: *hurries out to see what his sisters are doing. And... supervise! Yes! That's what he's doing! With both fists*
Rodimus: *sets Minimus down by Ratchet's hugmonsters and hurries out himself* Don't knock holes in my ship!
Nightwish: *looks around at sound of the *FOOOMF* that just came from the hall* 0.o
Moofie: *warning sound for the man that just got set down*
Minimus: *o.o at the little monster*
Nightwish: *covers Tailgate's audios* Rodimus! You are not a Bic lighter!
Rodimus: *whoops and is now being chased by angry Aquabots!*
Cyclonus: ... *one with his facepalm*
Nightwish: *looks over her shoulder toward Minimus and Ratchet, her brows lifted*
Ratchet: *weary-sounding chuckle* Somehow, I'm not surprised.
Minimus: It was inevitable.
Nightwish: ...What was inevitable?
Minimus: That Rodimus would end up in an altercation with some of the locals.
Nightwish: *snorts and rocks Tailgate and Tempest, her other hand beckoning Cyclonus over to her* He's been altercating with them all morning, Minimus.
Cyclonus: *will approach*
Moofie: *gonna hissss. Does not want this stranger near her family while Sister is hurt!*
Ratchet: *looks up and boggles* Moofie!
Nightwish: *as she shows Tailgate that Cyclonus is here* Better let her know Minimus is family, Ratchet.
Doctor Roxanne: *making soft sounds to the angry pet*
Fred: *being quiet and watchful as she huddles by Sister*
Ratchet: *moving to do as instructed*
Moofie: *bouncing on her front feet, is upset and worried*
Fred: *sits up as she sees her nice man coming. Is it time to go home now? Can Sissy go inside, or in the soft swingy thing? Pleading little sound. Is totally ignoring Moofie*
Ratchet: *will gently lift Lyra and move to tuck her in his carrying hold* *will also put a gentle hand on Minimus' shoulder once the hugmonster is safely behind plating* *quietly* Moofie, that's enough.
Moofie: *hopping and scolding now!*
Fred: *standing with her big hugmonster head cocked to one side as she watches how her nice man is interacting with the little strange man* *questioning sound*
Ratchet: *will take a page out of Fred's book and ignore Moofie* *to Fred* Minimus is family.
Fred: *makes the sound that she makes when calling to her sisters* *head tilty. Strange man is nice man's bubby?*
Minimus: *very soft clicks. I mean no harm. I am a friend*
Nightwish: *rubbing Tailgate's back as Cyclonus holds him* Put Moofie inside, Ratchet. She's panicking.
Ratchet: *will move to tuck Moofie in the carrying hold, alongside Lyra*
Moofie: *squeals and then she's worrying over poor hurt Sister*
Lyra: *bites her on the nose, and then yawns*
Moofie: *squeaks*
Fred: *sees that. Beeps and bounces!*
Minimus: *concerned, will try and get a good look to make sure the hugmonster isn't hurt*
Fred: *bounces on Minimus and beeps some more, and then takes a joyful leap that lands her on Ratchet's arm. Bounds up this and hunkers down comfortably on his shoulder*
Annie: *from down the hall* *BOSS!*
Fred: *NOT!*
Moofie: *sighs and lays with her chin on hurt Sister, then starts to quietly sing to her*
Lyra: *little wiggle to get Sister off her bug bite, and then starts softly singing one of her own little complex trilling melodies*
Nightwish: *smiles over her shoulder* Alarm's passed. *then glances toward the inner hall* And Orion's married.
Ratchet: *looks up*
Minimus: *at the same time as Ratchet* What?!
Nightwish: They just triggered the bonding program.
Ratchet: But I thought Orion didn't have that program!
Nightwish: *looks at him funny* You installed some things WakeJumper gave you for him, right?
Ratchet: ... She's sneaky. I scanned that slagging patch twice.
Nightwish: Not sneaky. She just thought it was something he needed.
Ratchet: ... *headshake, grumps*
Minimus: ... *raised brow* Perhaps this is what Mira was speaking of.
Nightwish: *blinks* Huh. Probably. *checks on Cyclonus and Tailgate*
Tailgate: *fussing over Tempest now, is still a bit bibbly, but is mostly calm*
Nightwish: *soft smile as she watches Tempest stretch up to cutely nibble on Cyclonus' nose*
Cyclonus: *soft rumble*
Tailgate: *free hand up to cover his mask and attempt to muffle his giggle*
Tempest: *happy cheeping and posing*
Nightwish: *chuckles* Why don't you guys go get Scorge, the twins, and Disturbia and have a nice flight? You can see what's left of the Living Mountain. *sends them data on said "mountain", as found on the social network*
Tailgate: *meep*
Cyclonus: *blink. BLINK!*
Nightwish: *silent a moment, but then grins* They're already selling toys.
Tailgate: *perk!*
Cyclonus: *small nod, will take Tailgate out of the infirmary*
Nightwish: *calls after them softly* Bring me one of the Nightwish dolls.
Minimus: *blink!*
Ratchet: ... Why am I not surprised that there're dolls of you already?
Nightwish: *as she gets up she looks a bit sheepish* Well, I did just blow the head off their boogyman.
Rodimus: *runs past, pursued by Frostbite*
Nightwish: *sudden youthful laughter, then waves to her mentors and darts out of the room to go help Frostbite chase the captain*
Eee-Chirr and Swerve: *duck the CO2, and then turn to look for Ratchet. Instead, they see a giant grasshopper head sitting on the floor and looking at them*
Swerve: ... Ewww.
Ee-Chirr: *CHATTER, hissssss*
Ratchet: *realizes in the middle of going to meet Doctor Roxanne as she returns from checking on Orion and Elita that the bug is still scattered all over his floor* Ohhhhh. Yuck.
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Continued here
Ironhide: *sticking out his chin at the pink and gold woman who just told him that he's dismissed* Only 'Rion kin tell me that.
Elita: *scowls* Who do you think you are, his mother?
Ironhide: *bullheaded expression* Ah've ben 'is bodyguard since th' war started. 'N Ah...
Orion: *quietly, as he rolls over and rubs his optics* It's alright, Ironhide. Elita won't hurt me.
Ironhide: *taken aback* Ah never thought... *pauses as he sees the tired and affectionate grin in his former commander's eyes* Yessir, 'Rion. *touches Tank on the back as he rises to his feet and leaves the room*
Jazz: *meets him at the outer door of the infirmary and rubs Tank's ears* 'Hide, baby, we gotta talk.
Ironhide: *raised brow ridge* Ah di'n't do nothin'.
Jazz: *sighs and gives him a slightly sad grin, then takes his arm and starts to walk down the corridor* *softly* Why're you always actin' like I'm gonna kick your caboose fer somethin'?
Ironhide: *confused expression is a go*
Jazz: *shakes her head* 'Hide, baby... we ain't married. 'N I think that's a good thing.
Ironhide: Huh? *so much confusion*
Jazz: *another sigh* *gently* I'm movin' outta the habsuit.
Ironhide: *frown* Whut? Whah?
Jazz: Because we jes' ain't the right kinda thing. *earnestly* I'm always gonna love ya. But it jes' cain't be that way. *looks up, studying his face and hoping that the pig-headed old bodyguard can understand. Has a sinking feeling she's going to break his heart*
Ironhide: ... *frowning now*
Jazz: *quiet and coaxing* 'Hide, don't be that way.
Tank: *pokes Dad on the butt*
Ironhide: *slowly* Was it somethin' Ah did?
Jazz: *sighs and shakes her head* You jes' don' git it. *and then pauses as they reach the door and she sees the pale blue lady over there shouting up at that towering hunk of scowling bot* Ooo, what's goin' on here?
Ironhide: *turns and frowns. Walks a few steps down the ramp and then lifts his brows as he too watches*
Chromia: If you can't even keep up in an electrical storm, don't expect Elita to wait around for you, you rust tainted slaarg bait!
bot: Now you listen here you... *sudden backflip*
Chromia: *jumped up and gave him a resounding uppercut to the chin*
Ironhide: *absolute gaping gobsmack of admiration*
Jazz: o.0 Daaaaang.
Chromia: *turns and strides up the ramp, accidentally clipping the gaping Ironhide when he doesn't move* Watch it, you slag for processor!
Ironhide: *easy going grin as his optics continue to sparkle with admiration* Hey now. Y'u run inta me.
Chromia: *pauses to look at him more closely, and finds herself smiling in response to that grin* I'm Chromia, formerly of Elita-One's squadron. I came to check on her and her new mate.
Ironhide: *startles visibly* Chromia! A Chromia fer this realiteh!
Chromia: *quizzical look* Yes...?
Jazz: *stands in the doorway grinning as she watches the pair. That grin widens as she feels hands on her shoulders and hears a soft and bouncy tune from Earth* Hey, Blaster man. This thing with 'Hide's goin' pretty well.
Blaster: *chuckles* Good. Then you weren't joking about not being a couple?
Jazz: *shakes her head, her gaze still on Ironhide and Chromia as her grin goes small and fond* Even if we weren't too different ta go that way, how'm I supposeta compete with the lady he was meant for? *rolls her shoulders appreciatively as she feels Blaster knead them slightly*
Blaster: *quietly, as he continues to gently knead Jazz's shoulders* Who said you had to compete? Maybe you were meant to be the one to bring 'Hide to where he and the lady were supposed to meet.
Jazz: *looks thoughtfully up at the tall DJ* Y'might have somethin' theAWK! What the slag, 'Hide???
Ironhide: *just lifted Blaster up by the top of his chest panel and is holding the sledgehammer that is his other fist right in the slenderer bot's face as his own face twists into an angry snarl*
Blaster: Ack! What the scrap?!
Ironhide: *deep voice trembling with warning* Y'u best watch yerself, music bot. Y'u break th't ladeh's heart 'n Ah'll break yer face. Y'u understand?
Blaster: *face clears* *SNERK* Love ya too, 'Hide.
Jazz: *leaning against the side of the doorway, her laughter clear and happy* Who sez he's lookin' that way, 'Hide?
Ironhide: *shakes Blaster till he rattles, and then drops him onto his feet* *grim and certain, though with a slight knowing grin* He is. *turns to go back to Chromia*
Jazz: *looks up at Blaster with surprise and question*
Blaster: *gives himself a shake to reset what Ironhide rattled loose*
Tank: *pokes Blaster on the butt in passing, his trumpet backing up whatever it was that Dad just said to you!*
Blaster: Awk! Hey! *mock glare at Tank* *then sees Jazz's look and gives her an appealing grin* Hey! You could do worse.
Jazz: *starts laughing so hard that she nearly falls over, then gives him five as he holds out a hand* I guess I could, my man. I guess I could.
Blaster: *grin widens* You wanna see what Swerve's mixin' up this afternoon?
Jazz: Sure, why not? *wipes at her visor* I'm still grounded fer throwin' that drink this mornin', 'n the writers finished their book copies, so I don't got nothin' else ta do.
Blaster: *nods, then looks the way that Ironhide and Chromia went* You two really gonna just call it quits? Seems like he's got your interests ta heart.
Jazz: He's like that fer ever'body he cares about, man. 'N all we ever did was some kissin' when we were too drunk ta know which way was up. We ain't even ben sleepin' on the same recharge slab, 'n I hear that's what married folks're supposeta do.
Blaster: *slight shrug* I wouldn't know about that sort of thing, to be honest.
Jazz: *quiet chuckle* 'N I hear Ratchet's got as much'a 'Hide in his spark as I do.
Blaster: ... So what does that mean?
Jazz: Means they're brothers. Since brothers ain't fer kissin' I guess me 'n him're just real close. *pauses as she sees Ironhide look back around the corner up ahead*
Ironhide: We need a couple more players t' unlock th' really good fahghts.
Jazz: *blinks behind her visor, and then laughs out loud as she realizes that letting Ironhide know that she didn't expect him to be her husband has only returned the old soldier to the camaraderie that they've shared for vorns* *looks up at Blaster* What about it, Blaster baby? You wanna go kick aft 'n take names on some virtual baddies, 'stead'a drinkin'?
Blaster: We can go and drink later, to celebrate! *grin*
Ironhide: *craggy old face breaks into its own grin* Th't's rahgt!
Jazz: *more laughter* Then what're we waitin' for, cats? Let's boogie! *scoots!*
Downrush: *drags WakeJumper into the main room and drops her, then grins at the little white and blue minibot that peeks around the corridor at him*
Tailgate: *meeps quietly*
Downrush: *tries to be non threatening* Is Eclipse here?
Tailgate: Er... I think so?
Downrush: *hmmm. Absently and gently boots his sister* Is Ratchet here?
WakeJumper: *soft protest, is zonked-looking*
Tailgate: *nodnod* *will scamper to get the medic*
Downrush: *hunkers down and tries to convince WakeJumper to snap out of her stress and relief induced shock*
Ratchet: *can be heard approaching moments later* What happened? *moving to scan the orange and black medic*
Downrush: Not sure. She fell over when she heard that Rodimus was alright. All she'll say is her husband's name.
Ratchet: Help me get her to one of the rooms. She needs time to rest and defrag. I'll see if Wheeljack and Bluestreak will let Eclipse visit.
Downrush: *bends his back and heaves younger and larger sister onto it again* Lead the way. *slight squirm to get a hugmonster settled*
WakeJumper's hugmonsters: *trilling and making a lot of worried noises*
Ratchet: The hugmonsters are restless. *considering look* Do you need any help?
Downrush: I'm good. Just hurry up before my monsters find that bugzilla again.
Ratchet: *nods, will move to lead the way to one of the recovery rooms*
Wheeljack: *sitting quietly in a comfortable chair and holding Silverstreak as she sleeps. Looks up from watching Eclipse play on the floor with that bossy little pet of his as the door chime sounds softly* C'min.
Ratchet: *will get the door open and make sure it stays open* Is there a spare slab?
Wheeljack: *sits up with a frown as he sees the big bots looming behind his brother* You got other rooms.
Ratchet: WakeJumper's asking for Eclipse, and I'd rather she be where someone can keep an optic on her.
Eclipse: *looks up and chirps when he hears his name*
Wheeljack: *deeper frown as he gently rubs the slightly stirring Silverstreak's back* Who's WakeJumper, 'n what's she want my kid for?
Ratchet: She's the medic for the gestalt team Maelstrom, and she and Eclipse- *interrupted by babby*
Eclipse: Gonna marry her! :D
Wheeljack: Yer too little ta marry anybody. *frowns down at the bright coloured sparklet*
Eclipse: *huff*
Downrush: He could do like Wake did when she was new, and get accelerated.
Wheeljack: *eyes just widened slightly* Don't start screamin'. You'll scare Mama 'n make Annie cry. *attention to Downrush* Slag that.
WakeJumper: *dazed mumbling*
Ratchet: There's a spare slab big enough for her in here, and the sooner she gets to resting, the better.
Wheeljack: *can see on Ratchet's face that refusing again will upset the old medic. Sighs and turns his attention to Silverstreak* Whatever. Don't step on Annie.
Annie: *ISSABOSS!*
Eclipse: Wake! *clickstorm, cuddles Annie*
Ratchet: *moving to help Downrush get WakeJumper settled on the berth*
Downrush: *gets baby sister settled, and then rushes from the room. A torrent of incoherent clicking, squealing, and bad language follows!*
Wheeljack: *attention snaps up and his earlights show his amusement* What's that all about?
Ratchet: Hugmonster riot.
WakeJumper: *and now she's down for the count*
Downrush: *bangs his head on the wall and yelps, and then a piece of his plating flies into view*
Wheeljack: Hey! There's a kid in here, ya chump!
Eclipse: Unca Ratch! Up! Wakie!
Ratchet: *soft chuckle* *will move to lift babby and hugmonster*
Downrush: *another piece of plating flies past the open door* Yeowargh! *unprintable*
Wheeljack: o.0 If those little raptors are that much trouble I ain't sure I want 'em near my kid.
Ratchet: The locals usually have more than a few in their plating. *will gently tuck Eclipse and Annie in with WakeJumper, noting that the medic's systems are slowing down in response* *softly* Good. She's relaxing.
Downrush: *staggers into sight, a massive, grasshopper type insect held between one finger and thumb* Does... *puffs and shudders* Does the kid wanna see a creepy bug?
Wheeljack: *BUG! COOOOOL!*
Ratchet: *boggling now* What the?!
Eclipse: *chirrs and snuggles WakeJumper*
Downrush: *shudders again* Like I said. Bugzilla. The little *bleeps* get under our plating, and then the hugmonsters get in deathmatches with 'em.
Wheeljack: ...Ouch.
Eclipse: *beeps*
Downrush: *looks toward the beep, and then stumbles into the room and holds the bug where the little guy can see it* They eat other organic critters.
Eclipse: *clickstorm* Eww. Badbug.
Downrush: Yup. Really bad bug. *frowns at it, then sighs* I better go get rid of it. *turns and stumbles out, still missing plating*
Wheeljack: o.0 Ratchet, that guy don't look too good.
Ratchet: I'll go make sure he's not seriously injured. *moving to follow Downrush*
Wheeljack: *watches him go, and then looks over at the other bed. Sees a pair of dozy blue eyes blinking at him and frowns* WakeJumper, huh?
Annie: *BOSS*
WakeJumper: *bleary confusion, mumbles incoherently*
Wheeljack: What's the big idea, tellin' my kid you're his wife? He's too little for that kinda slag.
WakeJumper: *so much confusion on her face* 'Clipse...
Eclipse: *chirps and clickstorms, then wiggles so he can put his audio against the big woman's chest* My Wakie.
Wheeljack: You're just a new build.
Calypso: *sends a jolt of clearheadedness to the whole team as she finds herself showing Trailcutter what a kiss is like*
WakeJumper: *startled squeal at the jolt, nearly falls off the berth*
Eclipse: *SQUEAK!*
Silverstreak: *awake!*
Wheeljack: *comforting words to Silverstreak! Comforting cuddles!*
Silverstreak: *bibbling and hiding on you, Wheeljack*
WakeJumper: *manages to avoid falling off the berth, will get Eclipse and herself steady, and then give herself a few good whacks upside the audial* Urgh...
Wheeljack: *rocks his lady and hums to her. Has a horrid voice, but Silverstreak seemed to like his singing when he tried it before*
Annie: *BOSS!*
Silverstreak: *still going to cling and hide against you, Wheeljack. She's in her happy place*
WakeJumper: *squints at Wheeljack* Huh. Not a hallucination, then.
Eclipse: *snuggles and purrs*
Wheeljack: Oh, now yer awake? *sounds a bit cranky, he does, as he looks up from the little silver lady in his arms*
WakeJumper: *moving to sit up fully* Think so. Processor's tryin' to loop a bit.
Wheeljack: *scowl* So what's this slag about you bein' Eclipse's wife?
WakeJumper: *blinks, looks to Eclipse* *quietly* We resonate.
Wheeljack: *unimpressed* 'N he's a little kid. I hear cradle robbin's not very popular among people that get married.
WakeJumper: He's older than I am.
Wheeljack: *snorts* Right.
Eclipse: Myup. Slept long time. *nodnod*
WakeJumper: I'm only mature because I chose to have my growth accelerated. I just passed my first deci-vorn not too long ago.
Wheeljack: *blinks. And then remembers those big new builds that he met earlier* ...Eclipse's older than that?
WakeJumper: *nods* He's at least ten times my age.
Wheeljack: *frowns* No, he ain't. We get bigger before we get that old.
Eclipse: Thrrrpt. Slept. Loooong sleep. *nodnod*
WakeJumper: Sometimes, sparks hibernate for a long time before emerging from the birthing fields.
Wheeljack: He never came from your birthin' fields. Ratchet says he's one'a ours.
WakeJumper: *will get a hand-held scanner out of storage and use it to scan Eclipse. Boggles when she sees the results*
Ratchet: *comes back and looks into the room, his expression quizzical*
Wheeljack: *sees him* Ratchet, this bot's tellin' me some crazy story.
Ratchet: What kind of crazy story? *moving to scan WakeJumper and make sure she doesn't have any bugzillas in her plating*
WakeJumper: Would you take a look at this, and make sure my handheld's not malfunctioning? *will show Ratchet her scanner's data for Eclipse*
Ratchet: *will look, blinking a bit, then scanning Eclipse with his own scanners*
Wheeljack: *scowls with concern* What's wrong with the kid?
Eclipse: *reaches over to "beep a scanner's nose"* :3
Ratchet: He's in the wrong-size shell, for starters.
Wheeljack: How's he in the wrong size shell?
Ratchet: He's nearly as old as Rodimus.
WakeJumper: ... *soft snerk* So in technicality, I wouldn't be the one doing the cradle robbing.
Wheeljack: o.0 Then he's too old. ...And what the slag's he doin' in that little shell?
Eclipse: *THRRRPT*
Ratchet: It was the right size for him at the time. *scanning a bit more closely*
WakeJumper: So get him a bigger shell.
Wheeljack: *very much frown*
Ratchet: It's helped that he's gotten proper fuel and has been cared for. At the time, a local medic put him in the size of shell he could support. But he is a point one percenter... So it's not surprising that it hasn't taken long for him to outgrow his shell.
Wheeljack: Hrmm. Maybe he won't break Silver's mind once he's the right size. *still in crabby mode*
WakeJumper: We'd need to go to one of the forgers to get the right size shell.
Wheeljack: *frown goes back to scowl* Forgers?
WakeJumper: *nods* They forge the materials and make shells.
Wheeljack: Youse got guys just for that?
WakeJumper: *nod* They usually work with bots that're wanting to change jobs
Wheeljack: *struck by the idea of there being enough bots to need such services* *quietly, as he sits back* Huh.
Annie: *BOSS*
WakeJumper: *moving to swing her legs around so she can get up*
Eclipse: *um, NO* *will draw himself up in preparation of shriek*
Wheeljack: *huffs!*
WakeJumper: *puzzled expression*
Ratchet: *acks and scrambles to try and keep the peace* *recognizes the huff that always precedes Wheeljack blowing his top* *while it's rare, it means something, and that something is SCARY*
Downrush: *girlish shriek* OHSLAG, IT GOT AWAY! *sound of flight!*
Wheeljack: *distracted by that shriek* 0_0
Silverstreak: Bhuh?
Calypso: *is that sound of someone chasing after a bugzilla, forgot all about teaching Trailcutter about the fine art of kissing in favor of saving brother from bug*
Frostbite: *distant sound of orders being shouted at sister and at hugmonsters*
hugmonsters: *busy jumping up and down and beeping*
WakeJumper: *shudders*
Eclipse: *FUSS*
Ratchet: *frowns and goes to see what the commotion is*
Lyra: *sees bugzilla heading for her nice man's face! Springs! Grappling with bug even as they hit the floor*
Ratchet: *startled squawk*
Fred: *abandons ship, heading for the rumble!*
Moofie: *battle call, will scramble out to join the fracas!*
Eclipse: *squeals!*
Deluge: *pauses in the infirmary door* Never mind! Doc's monsters have it.
Doctor Roxanne: *from behind Ratchet* What happened?
Ratchet: ... Bugzilla.
Doctor Roxanne: *holds Kriti close and puts a protective hand back to Tailgate* What?
WakeJumper: *quietly* I-it's a local pest.
Fred: *has the pest's leg! Shakes it savagely*
Doctor Roxanne: *sees that huge spiky bug limb and gasps*
Moofie: *saying rude things*
Lyra: *going to bite your rear end off, bug!*
Fred: *going back for the other mean leg!*
Moofie: *more rude things and going for one of the other legs!*
Lyra: *sound of pain as the bug gets hold of her and starts to squeeze!*
Tailgate: *moving to come to Lyra's rescue, grabbed the dustpan and broom from the cleaning supply closet!*
bugzilla: *guillotined by dustpan!* *but still squeezing*
Fred: *rips off the other mean leg!*
Moofie: *battle cry, will pounce on the bad bug's front parts with teeth and claws*
Tailgate: *trying to help Lyra*
Lyra: *twists around and is able to get a crushing grip on the other side of the body from Moofie's*
bugzilla: *very very dead*
Kriti: *itty bitty squeak as she begins to wake up*
WakeJumper: *moves to lay back down* Ugh...
Deluge: *staring at Tailgate with gobsmacked hero worship*
Tailgate: *quietly* I-Is it...
Frostbite: *peeks around Deluge* ...Who chopped it up like that?
Moofie: *fussing over Lyra now*
Lyra: *puffing and trying to catch her breath. Then makes like standing, only to fall down with a little cry as her ribs protest. Is also leaking from cuts*
Fred: *urgent calling to her nice man! Look! Look! Poor Sister!*
Ratchet: *moving to scan the hugmonster, will also gently lift Lyra, making soothing clicks*
Lyra: *signs and nuzzles his fingers, then makes a little sad owwie sound as her sisters climb up to join her*
Doctor Roxanne: *quietly* How is she?
Ratchet: One rib cracked, the rest bruised, numerous lacerations... but no serious internal damage. *so much relief in his voice*
Moofie: *climbing her nice man and worrying about Sister*
Fred: *poor Sister! Love you, Sister! Oh, look, nice man! Bug bited Sister!*
Tailgate: *bibbles*
Ratchet: *moving to bring Lyra to one of the repair tables* We need to tend to her rib.
Doctor Roxanne: Let me put Kriti in her carrier. *turns and runs off down the hall to get it*
Nightwish: *sits up from carefully aligning Rodimus' spinal struts* 0.0 //Red Alert, do you copy?// *changes frequencies* //Cyclonus, copy.//
Red Alert: //Is something wrong?//
Cyclonus: *responds with a 'present and awake' ping*
Rodimus: *bleary blink* *confused about why you stopped, 'Wish*
Nightwish: //I have good reasons for hugmonsters to be aboard the ship.// *sends Red Alert the security camera feed of the battle as it unfolds* *also sends it to Cyclonus* //Tailgate will need you soon.//
Red Alert: *startled squeal*
Cyclonus: //... Understood.//
Nightwish: *shares the footage with Rodimus, and watches as the little minibot finishes off the foe and Ratchet brings his ailing pet to a table to tend to her with Doctor Roxanne's help*
Rodimus: ... *boggling* What the #$%$#%$#?!
Nightwish: *gives him data she just found on the social network about the gigantic cricket relatives*
Rodimus: ... Eeeeesh. *moving to sit up* We should make sure Tailgate's alright.
Nightwish: *softly, as she stands beside the recharge slab* I let Cyclonus know what was going on.
Rodimus: *small nod* We should still check on everyone.
Nightwish: Alright. *walks over and opens the door, then steps back with shock as a torrent of scolding meets her*
Rodimus: Awk!
Minimus: *SUCH a stern expression on his face as he blocks the path with his wheelchair* Why wasn't I informed of the situation, Nightwish?
Nightwish: *nonplussed* Which situation?
Rodimus: 0_0
Minimus: The situation with Rodimus using his ability and nearly dying! *visibly upset and worried*
Nightwish: *shoots a look back at her fiancé* I didn't realize you needed informing. He's alright now.
Minimus: *pinches the bridge of his nose now*
Rodimus: *wincing a bit as he sees Minimus' expression and body language* It turned out alright in the end though.
Nightwish: *realizes that she erred badly* *quietly* I told Red.
Minimus: *will circulate and let out the air in a slow sigh, before nodding*
Nightwish: *drops lightly to her knees and studies his face* *softly* I'm sorry. I was so focused on him that I forgot you'd want to know.
Minimus: *another small nod* *then* What was the yelling in the infirmary about?
Nightwish: Oh yeah. *picks him up and moves the wheelchair out of the way* We have to go check on Tailgate. A local pest got loose in there, and he dealt with it.
Minimus: ... *and there's that worried expression again*
Rodimus: Cyclonus will be there soon. But the sooner we get there, the better.
Nightwish: Is it alright if I carry you? *strong arms cradle her small mentor carefully as Rodimus walks up beside her and looks down at him*
Minimus: *nods* That's... *trails off as he realizes Rodimus is taller than Nightwish now. Boggles*
Nightwish: What? *looks up. Blush* Oh. That.
Minimus: ... *raised brow ridge*
Nightwish: I got him a body from the same artist that did mine. *starts walking toward the infirmary* We should 'port.
Rodimus: That'd get us there quicker. *nod*
Minimus: Agreed.
Nightwish: *sticks out an elbow* Grab on.
Rodimus: *grabs on*
Nightwish: *is in mid-stride outside Rodimus' habsuit one moment, then there's a wrench, and they're standing in the corner of the main room of the infirmary* *nearly drops Minimus as Tailgate cannons into her * Don't hurt yourself!
Rodimus: *acks*
Tailgate: *is a wibbly, bibbly panicked mech*
Nightwish: *scoops him up and cuddles him close with Minimus* Shhhh. Hey. Come on now. *kiss for the little white and blue bot's helm* Shhh. It's okay.
Tailgate: *hiding and trembling now* *rambles and bibbles about the bad bug and poor Lyra*
Minimus: *sort of squished, but won't complain*
Rodimus: Ratchet, how's Lyra?
Ratchet: She'll be fine with time to rest and recover. *sounds just a bit rattled at the moment* *head down as he hugs Doctor Roxanne*
Moofie: *snuggled on the table with Fred and Lyra, will bite anyone other than their nice man and his peeps if they get too close*
Nightwish: *is busy gently removing Tempest's snuggle sack from Tailgate's back and tucking it and its sleeping contents into Tailgate's arms* Look. He didn't even wake up.
Tailgate: *will hide his face against Tempest's snuggle sack and clickstorm*
Nightwish: *gently strokes his helm, then remembers Minimus and offers to pass him to Rodimus*
Minimus: *will consent to being carried by Rodimus, can tell that Tailgate needs comforting right now*
Rodimus: *will make sure Minimus won't fall*
Nightwish: *moves over to sit on an empty table and cradle Tailgate and Tempest, who is now peeking at his adopted father and making little questioning and sadly sympathetic sounds* *softly* You're a big **** hero.
Cyclonus: *arriving in time to hear that*
Tailgate: *bibbles as he peeks*
Nightwish: *lowers her voice to a murmur* And Deluge is fangirling over you.
Tailgate: *surprised SQUEAK!*
Cyclonus: *raised brow ridge at the squeak*
Tempest: *squeaks too!* *then looks around to see who did it*
Nightwish: Look at her. She really is.
Tailgate: *peeks at Deluge over Tempest's snuggle sack*
Deluge: *watching him with a star struck grin as she absently tries to help her brother put scattered armour plates back where they belong*
Calypso: *helping Downrush with his armor and commenting on Deluge's expression*
Tailgate: *so much blush!* *will hide his face against Tempest again*
Frostbite: *elbows Deluge in the side* Stop staring at him, you glitch.
Deluge: *will wallop sister*
Ratchet: Not in here!
Cyclonus: *growl!*
Deluge: *will haul Frostbite out into the hall to rumble, then!*
Calypso: *snerks, helps Downrush get the last of his armor back on, will go find Trailcutter again*
Downrush: *hurries out to see what his sisters are doing. And... supervise! Yes! That's what he's doing! With both fists*
Rodimus: *sets Minimus down by Ratchet's hugmonsters and hurries out himself* Don't knock holes in my ship!
Nightwish: *looks around at sound of the *FOOOMF* that just came from the hall* 0.o
Moofie: *warning sound for the man that just got set down*
Minimus: *o.o at the little monster*
Nightwish: *covers Tailgate's audios* Rodimus! You are not a Bic lighter!
Rodimus: *whoops and is now being chased by angry Aquabots!*
Cyclonus: ... *one with his facepalm*
Nightwish: *looks over her shoulder toward Minimus and Ratchet, her brows lifted*
Ratchet: *weary-sounding chuckle* Somehow, I'm not surprised.
Minimus: It was inevitable.
Nightwish: ...What was inevitable?
Minimus: That Rodimus would end up in an altercation with some of the locals.
Nightwish: *snorts and rocks Tailgate and Tempest, her other hand beckoning Cyclonus over to her* He's been altercating with them all morning, Minimus.
Cyclonus: *will approach*
Moofie: *gonna hissss. Does not want this stranger near her family while Sister is hurt!*
Ratchet: *looks up and boggles* Moofie!
Nightwish: *as she shows Tailgate that Cyclonus is here* Better let her know Minimus is family, Ratchet.
Doctor Roxanne: *making soft sounds to the angry pet*
Fred: *being quiet and watchful as she huddles by Sister*
Ratchet: *moving to do as instructed*
Moofie: *bouncing on her front feet, is upset and worried*
Fred: *sits up as she sees her nice man coming. Is it time to go home now? Can Sissy go inside, or in the soft swingy thing? Pleading little sound. Is totally ignoring Moofie*
Ratchet: *will gently lift Lyra and move to tuck her in his carrying hold* *will also put a gentle hand on Minimus' shoulder once the hugmonster is safely behind plating* *quietly* Moofie, that's enough.
Moofie: *hopping and scolding now!*
Fred: *standing with her big hugmonster head cocked to one side as she watches how her nice man is interacting with the little strange man* *questioning sound*
Ratchet: *will take a page out of Fred's book and ignore Moofie* *to Fred* Minimus is family.
Fred: *makes the sound that she makes when calling to her sisters* *head tilty. Strange man is nice man's bubby?*
Minimus: *very soft clicks. I mean no harm. I am a friend*
Nightwish: *rubbing Tailgate's back as Cyclonus holds him* Put Moofie inside, Ratchet. She's panicking.
Ratchet: *will move to tuck Moofie in the carrying hold, alongside Lyra*
Moofie: *squeals and then she's worrying over poor hurt Sister*
Lyra: *bites her on the nose, and then yawns*
Moofie: *squeaks*
Fred: *sees that. Beeps and bounces!*
Minimus: *concerned, will try and get a good look to make sure the hugmonster isn't hurt*
Fred: *bounces on Minimus and beeps some more, and then takes a joyful leap that lands her on Ratchet's arm. Bounds up this and hunkers down comfortably on his shoulder*
Annie: *from down the hall* *BOSS!*
Fred: *NOT!*
Moofie: *sighs and lays with her chin on hurt Sister, then starts to quietly sing to her*
Lyra: *little wiggle to get Sister off her bug bite, and then starts softly singing one of her own little complex trilling melodies*
Nightwish: *smiles over her shoulder* Alarm's passed. *then glances toward the inner hall* And Orion's married.
Ratchet: *looks up*
Minimus: *at the same time as Ratchet* What?!
Nightwish: They just triggered the bonding program.
Ratchet: But I thought Orion didn't have that program!
Nightwish: *looks at him funny* You installed some things WakeJumper gave you for him, right?
Ratchet: ... She's sneaky. I scanned that slagging patch twice.
Nightwish: Not sneaky. She just thought it was something he needed.
Ratchet: ... *headshake, grumps*
Minimus: ... *raised brow* Perhaps this is what Mira was speaking of.
Nightwish: *blinks* Huh. Probably. *checks on Cyclonus and Tailgate*
Tailgate: *fussing over Tempest now, is still a bit bibbly, but is mostly calm*
Nightwish: *soft smile as she watches Tempest stretch up to cutely nibble on Cyclonus' nose*
Cyclonus: *soft rumble*
Tailgate: *free hand up to cover his mask and attempt to muffle his giggle*
Tempest: *happy cheeping and posing*
Nightwish: *chuckles* Why don't you guys go get Scorge, the twins, and Disturbia and have a nice flight? You can see what's left of the Living Mountain. *sends them data on said "mountain", as found on the social network*
Tailgate: *meep*
Cyclonus: *blink. BLINK!*
Nightwish: *silent a moment, but then grins* They're already selling toys.
Tailgate: *perk!*
Cyclonus: *small nod, will take Tailgate out of the infirmary*
Nightwish: *calls after them softly* Bring me one of the Nightwish dolls.
Minimus: *blink!*
Ratchet: ... Why am I not surprised that there're dolls of you already?
Nightwish: *as she gets up she looks a bit sheepish* Well, I did just blow the head off their boogyman.
Rodimus: *runs past, pursued by Frostbite*
Nightwish: *sudden youthful laughter, then waves to her mentors and darts out of the room to go help Frostbite chase the captain*
Eee-Chirr and Swerve: *duck the CO2, and then turn to look for Ratchet. Instead, they see a giant grasshopper head sitting on the floor and looking at them*
Swerve: ... Ewww.
Ee-Chirr: *CHATTER, hissssss*
Ratchet: *realizes in the middle of going to meet Doctor Roxanne as she returns from checking on Orion and Elita that the bug is still scattered all over his floor* Ohhhhh. Yuck.
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