TPF. Cybertron and Autobot Outpost Omega One. Changing of the Guard

[dens_extra_pups]

Bulkhead: *standing and staring with his mouth open*

Keepsake: *down on the ground, laughing hysterically about her dad getting punched in the face*

Muhlisha: *head cocked as she studies the big silver guy standing near the Drach kid. Has one hand on Arcee's arm to keep her from shooting at the silver guy*

Smokescreen: *TOTALLY bewildered*

Lockdown: *bit of a grin on his face as he watches the bots standing by the face-holding and cussing Wheeljack*

Dreadwing: *...*

Rockface: ...I'm even more confused than usual here.

Witchblade: *glances at him and snerks, then returns her optics to the bots next to Francisco and resumes looking brain broken*

Eclipse: *rambling up a storm now!*

WakeJumper: *scanning some of the newcomers*

Jazz: *trying to figure out who some of these bots are, is also kind of flirting with Eclipse, if she'd just notice*

Wheeljack: What the *bleep beeping* scrap, Ironhide???

Francisco: Ach! *trying to break up the potential fight* Bitte, do nicht fight!

Chromia: We're not fighting. It's been a long time since 'Hide and I saw 'Jackie...

Ironhide: *shiny and red, blue eyes narrowed and chin stuck out belligerently* You get soft while I was gone, 'Jack?

Wheeljack: *quietly unprintable*

Calypso: *about ready to come to her mate's rescue* *just as soon as Downrush and Deluge let go of her*

Arcee: *taking in the look on the silver bot's face* *quietly, voice soft with disbelief* Megatron?

Megatron: *perks and looks at the little blue lady with curious interest* Yes?

Bulkhead: ...That's not Megatron.

Megatron: *puzzled* Yes, I am.

Francisco: Ja, his namen ist Megatron. *ready to step in to protect the silver mech*

Ironhide: *as a massive shadow falls over the not distant nest* It's Megatron, but he's started over.

Arcee: What?

Jazz: *cheery grin* He's a newspark.

Megatron: *earnest correction* I'm a week old.

Francisco: *nods* Und he ist vone of se oldest... *attention going to the shadow, low growl*

Calypso: *just slugged Downrush*

Muhlisha: *toward the nest* Magistrate! Over here! *pats Torque's hand as he hovers curiously beside her*

Bumblebee: *shocked* You mean Megatron got a second start?

Megatron: *perks* Yes.

Bumblebee: You don't remember anything?

Megatron: *thinks a moment, then looks at the little yellow bot hopefully* Is Annie with you?

Bathilda: *circles over the area again, moving to land nearby*

Kriti: ... Annie? *raised brow ridge*

Deluge: *CUSS* *just got judo-tossed by Calypso*

Wheeljack: *hand on wife face as she charges up* *slowly* You talkin' about Oriana Pax?

Megatron: *such a sweet grin from such a big mean looking bot* *but then he's eeping and turning to look toward the nest as it suddenly boils with the activity of young Predacons coming forth to defend their siblings from the huge stranger* *by sitting on her wings*

Bathilda: *startled scree, will fight back*

Francisco: Ach! Moeder! *so startled, scrambles to break up that fight*

Calypso: *wants to slug the one called Ironhide*

Wheeljack: Stand down, Cally. *turns and runs toward the nest* Kids! It's Granny! Oma!

Arcee: ...Wheeljack speaks Drach?

Bumblebee: *running to help too*

Kriti: *right behind you, 'Bee*

Francisco: *scolding and trying to get Predacons off of his mother*

Bathilda: *notcussing*

Jazz: *distracted by what looks like funtimes*

Ironhide: *hand on Jazz shoulder. Absently holds him down*

Chromia: *leaning comfortably against Ironhide and watching what's going on*

Ironhide: *snorts* You thought peace time'd be boring.

Chromia: *shrug* So I was wrong.

Predaconlings: *love you, Oma!*

Tidal Wave: *totally ratting Vater out for worrying*

Francisco: *getting loved on by Bathilda*

Starscream: *climbing up with the Spiderlings to watch Vater get loved on*

Bathilda: *going to pin Francisco down and groom him. And argue with him about needing a proper bath*

Francisco: *squirming* Ach! Moeder!

Bathilda: *sternly* Hold still, Francisco.

Francisco: *making funny sounds as he gets groomed*

Euroclydon: *tilts her head and looks at the strangers walking up to the nest, then throws a quizzical look toward the many headed Scylla*

Scylla: *in her beast mode so that she can get a LOT of good looks at the strangers*

Starscream: They're not kinder.

Airachnid: *tiptoes over and looks at that interesting blue Two Wheeler lady*

Arcee: *wary*

Airachnid: *delighted* *turns toward the nest* Aerial! It's a grown up lady Two Wheeler!

Arcee: ... *boggling* *remembers what Optimus told her about Aerial and Dion*

mech: *slender and buff coloured, with bright blue eyes and an eager grin. Comes crawling over the side of the nest and then laughs out loud with delight* Nice!

Smokescreen: *mouth falls open* Aerial! Why are you a baby?

Aerial: I'm nearly a week old! :(

Arcee: ... *facepalming*

Kriti: ... *reaching to poke Aerial*

Aerial: *bright eyed look for Kriti, and then up at Bumblebee* More kids. Sweet! *sudden frown* Do you know where Dion, Ratch, and Annie are?

Kriti: Um... I'm not a kid.

Bumblebee: Annie's Optimus Prima now. *grin*

Jazz: Knew that... What about Dion? 'Sat cat still around?

Bumblebee: He's Ultra Magnus. *remembers something Keepsake told him* And married to Sunstreaker's daughter.

shout: *from inside the nest* WHAAAT?!

Aerial: *ducks and snerks as young Predacons and Spiderlings look toward the yell*

Kriti: *doorwings up* Who the scrap is that?

Aerial: *big grin as Jazz doubles over laughing and Ironhide snorts* Sunstreaker!

Kriti: ... *hurrying over. Wants to see if there's a family resemblance*

Torque: *also hurrying over. Has news to give to Sunstreaker!*

Sideswipe: *face to face with Torque as he climbs out of the nest. Yelp. Scowl! Head butt!*

Torque: *startled yelp, falls on skid*

Sideswipe: Hah! I told you I'd get you eventually. *then goes cross-eyed, grabs his head, and falls back inside*

Sunstreaker: *from inside* OOF! Swiper, you idiot.

Torque: Oww... What the scrap was that for, Sideswipe?!

Sunstreaker: ...You don't remember? Did you start over too?

Torque: No, I didn't. *scowl* Seriously, what the scrap?

Bulkhead: Torque got really sick one time. He might not remember.

Sunstreaker: *silent for a long moment. Then, quietly* Oh.

Sideswipe: Don't I ever get to win? *big sigh*

Torque: Speaking of winning, Sunny, you owe Bulky a package of red gum. *still scowling and waiting for an explanation for the headbutt*

Sunstreaker: ...You'll have to show me where it is, and what to trade for it.

Torque: *blink blink* Er...

Kriti: *soft snerk* Well, I can see the resemblance. *amused*

Sunstreaker: *looks up, and then freezes* ...Calix?

Kriti: *headshake* Nope.

Sunstreaker: Oh. *shoulders droop slightly as he gets his brother right side up*

Wheeljack: *quiet amusement to Bathilda* Hey, your Grace.

Bathilda: *just let Francisco go, looks over* Ja?

Wheeljack: You mind helpin' Frankie take care'a the rest'a these ankle biters while me 'n Team Prime take some back ta base?

Bathilda: *nods* Ja. Ve vill get everyvone taken care of.

Francisco: I vill scout for more energon.

Wheeljack: Great. *looks at Muhlisha, and then remembers that the girl doesn't know who to call* Aerial, Jazz, Megatron, Blaster, Ironhide, Chromia... *looks over as Dreadwing shouts and then leaps up to grab a young paraSeeker that just appeared on top of one of the nest rocks* ...Skyquake. Huh.

Dreadwing: We will stay here and assist. I do not wish to crowd the base.

Wheeljack: *glances at Muhlisha*

Muhlisha: *nods* Whatever.

Wheejack: ...Maybe I better stay too.

Calypso: *unprintable agreement as she eyes all those young faces looking down at her*

Jazz: *will get Aerial in a headlock, just because he can*

Aerial: *swatting Jazz in the side and laughing*

Chromia: *studying Torque now. Considering expression*

Torque: *poking himself in his intake guard, which is sporting a new dent*

Megatron: *quietly* Vater, should I go?

Francisco: *quietly* Somevone needs to keep an eye on Aerial und Jazz. *doesn't think they'll behave all that often*

Kriti: *to Wheeljack* Should we bring Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, too?

Wheeljack: *looks at the twins, who are sitting up beside the Seeker twins now* *considers* Not yet.

Kriti: ... *shrug* 'Kay. But if Patch comes after you for not bringing her Mentor, I'm not saving you.

Wheeljack: She knows the way here. 'N I'm not afraid'a Patch.

Torque: *despite being in a headlock courtesy of Chromia* Is that why you boobie-trapped her quarters?

Wheeljack: *smiles his slow grin* That was Magnus' side'a the room.

Chromia: *trying to push out dents on the mech who she remembers from the mines*

Torque: *snickerfitdie*

Muhlisha: Let's get back. *pings for the space bridge*


back on Earth


Beau: *moving to get the bridge open*

Optimus: *watching the operation, her expression slightly haggard with anxiety*

Ratchet: *watching the bridge and trying not to let his own anxiety through the bond*

Predaking: *patting his sling, which is full of snuggly, warm, tiny bots and a cat*

Lumen: *clicking and popping as he naps, snuggling the warm big through the sling*

Flashpoint: *crackling as she watches a race* *would rather be sitting on the big's lap, instead of squished against the big's sleeve, but at least she's got cars to watch*

Predaking: *distracted from the opening of the space bridge by the tiny complaints, and reaches to take that one out of his sling. Lays her down gently on his blanket, and then looks up again*

Flashpoint: *crackling quiets down as she leans back against the big*

Frieda: *watching the bridge curiously*

Blaster: *MUSIC!*

Optimus: *without even thinking she puts a hand over Panacea to shield her and shouts* BLAAASTERRRR!

Blaster: *music cuts off in awed surprise at that yell* *startled squawk as Jazz bootshops him forward*

Ratchet: *facepalms, is snickering though*

Jazz: *comes leaping out of the bridge* Annie, baby! Ya miss me? *stops and gapes*

Ironhide: *stops and looks at the little thing Optimus is holding, then brings his eyes up to his Prima's face, his expression asking questions*

Chromia: *nearly runs into Ironhide, still has Torque in a friendly headlock* *boggles when she sees the Prima*

Ratchet: *moving to greet Ironhide*

Ironhide: *turns head toward the movement, and then steps forward to grab Ratchet in a crushing hug*

Ratchet: *reacting to the hug in a manner he never did before. Is hugging the soldier in return, just as hard*

Chromia: ... *drops Torque*

Torque: *awks as he lands on the floor*

Ironhide: *lets Ratchet go slightly and leans back to look at him with surprise, checking to make sure this is really the bot he thought it was*

Ratchet: *hands on Ironhide's shoulders* *quietly* Welcome back, Ironhide.

Ironhide: *air catches in his intakes, and he crushes his chosen brother close again*

Ratchet: *oofs softly, patpats brother's back*

Jazz: ...Annie, let's elope while Ratch ain't lookin'.

Panacea: NO!

Jazz: Meep!

Optimus: *shoulders shake with tears, and then she's meeping as she's lifted slightly and held gently in strong silver arms*

Flashpoint: *looks up, annoyed crackle. The bigs are being noisy!*

Blaster: *cautiously scooting closer to the tiny thing he can see on the big guy's lap, is curious*

Bumblebee: Ratchet and Optimus are bonded, Jazz.

Jazz: *doesn't miss a beat* *whoops his approval!*

Blaster: *looks over* Party time? *hopeful grin*

Aerial: *holding a tiny tiny Insecticon* Can't be noisy. You'll bug the little babies.

Blaster: Aw. *squawks as he gets hit with a lovie*

Flashpoint: *HUFF*

Kriti: Oh, scrap. Get that back to her quick!

Predaking: *picks up the miniature datapad, checks to see if it needs the track changed, and then offers it back to the red tiny*

Flashpoint: *settles back against the big, crackling quietly*

Blaster: *spooked look* I didn't do anything...

Ironhide: *to Ratchet* Little babies?

Ratchet: *nods* Sparklets. *will move to lead Ironhide and Chromia over to Predaking so they can see the littles* Flashpoint has a temper, and is not the most friendly. *more quietly, with gentle pride* She is also my granddaughter

Lumen: *still chattering away as he sleeps*

Ironhide: *leans to look at Ratchet's back* You've got one on your kibble.

Ratchet: *nods* Yes. Hot Rod. And my daughter Denver's pet raven, Poe.

Poe: Thrrrpt. *tucks head under wing*

Ironhide: *quietly* Pets.

Predaking: There is a cat here in my sling, and these two are dogs.

CJ: *swishy tail, but keeps head down and eyes shut in case Dad's watching*

Chromia: *staredown with a red bitty*

Flashpoint: *sticking her chin out*

Ratchet: Cody and CJ are known as Border Collies. Their breed was originally intended to guard and take care of other beings. Predaking, may I see Sam? *to Chromia* Careful. Flashpoint will start yelling if you stare at her too long.

Flashpoint: *huff. Arms out demandingly*

Predaking: *pauses in the act of carefully removing Sam, and the Yamato who is hugging him, to blink at Flashpoint* *then looks at Chromia* She desires that you pick her up.

Chromia: ... *hesitantly does so*

Flashpoint: *crackles about not being held close like she wants!*

Ratchet: *will gently correct how Chromia is holding the little one*

Ironhide: *watching* *hushed voice* Why are they so small?

Ratchet: That's how they're started on Tau.

Kriti: That's the size that their sparks are when they're able to survive outside the tanks.

Ironhide: *surprise* They're artificially created? Not from the Well? *then glances over as Megatron says something*

Megatron: *holding a tiny, cuddly little niece* Awwww.

Kriti: *shrug* Yeah. Ask Perceptor if you wanna know more.

Ratchet: *looks over his shoulder*

Ironhide: *looks like he ate bad rust* I don't want to know that much.

Optimus: *soft snerk* He's not that bad, Ironhide. Family life has humbled him.

Chromia: *disbelieving look for you, Optimus*

Optimus: He was in the group that went to get you. Did you notice him? *small smile*

Ironhide: *blink* No. *looks at his mate*

Chromia: *shocked headshake. Didn't notice the scientist either*

Bumblebee: *chuckles* He was over looking at the little cyberplants all over that rock.

Blaster: Screamy's nanoviolets?

Optimus: *blank look* Nanoviolets?

Ratchet: Nanoviolets? *surprised*

Ironhide: Huh. *then turns his head and watches as Bulkhead and several other bots hurry in and down the hall toward quarters*

Optimus: *frowns as she also watches, one hand on Panacea where the sparklet is sitting in Megatron's big careful hands*

Bulkhead: *back with a big bag of stuff as he stops by Predaking's bed* Gimme Yamato 'n Katana 'n Lumen.

Predaking: *questioning look even as he complies*

Optimus: Bulkhead, what are you doing?

Bulkhead: *startles and glances at her* Uhhh...

Flashpoint: *CRACKLE*

Arcee: *quietly* Cybertron needs builders.

Ratchet: *shock* You're leaving?

Flashpoint: *SO MUCH ANGRY CRACKLE*

Chromia: *soothing sounds, trying to get the little one to calm down*

Predaking: Is her lovie still playing?

Chromia: *quick check* Yeah, it is. *so confused by the amount of crackling Flashpoint is doing*

Flashpoint: *points and scoldy crackling at Bulkhead*

Bulkhead: *blinks* You're right! I nearly forgot Cat! *reaches for that bitty as well*

Flashpoint: *satisfied, leans back and resumes watching cars*

Bulkhead: *happy he guessed right, but still serious* I'm a builder, Ratchet. And there are a lotta kids with building code that'll need somebody ta show 'em how it's done.

Arcee: *quietly, as she checks the big bag her mate just came out with and nods* And Cybertron is calling.

Optimus: *softly* I understand. Go in peace. And don't be strangers.

Rockface: *grin* Like we would?

Ratchet: *muffles a snappy comeback with his hand*

Ironhide: *curious look for Ratchet, wonders why his brother just muffled himself*

Chromia: *blink blink, raised brow ridge look at Ratchet*

Arcee: *to Optimus, is trying not to snicker* It's been an honor.

Optimus: *steps forward, leaving Panacea in Megatron's hands, to hug Bulkhead and the others*

Bulkhead: *quiet and gruff* I'll pass this on.

Optimus: *gentle smile*

Ratchet: *hand away from mouth* Do you know who else will be staying on Cybertron, Bulkhead?

Bulkhead: Uh, everybody but Torky 'n 'Lisha. I think some of the new kids wanna come here.

Bumblebee: *looks toward the bridge as Smokescreen and Kriti come through, followed by a muscular young Insecticon and two Predaconlings* Me 'n Kriti 'n Smokie are staying here.

Optimus: *nods* *and then smiles at the two shy young Two Wheelers that just tiptoed in*

Kriti: WakeJumper said to call if you ever need another medic for anything... Except for babysitting duty. He said no way, no how. *laughs and leans against the Insecticon a bit*

Ratchet and Ironhide: *snort in chorus* *and then frown at each other*

Optimus: *nods to Kriti. And then watches Bulkhead, Rockface, and Arcee go through the bridge* *softly* God bless you and your endeavours.

Arcee: *pauses just before entering the bridge portal. Salutes, and then she's gone* *sound of her slapping someone on the leg comes through*

Torque: *can't help it, squawks*

Rockface: *belly laugh*

Optimus: *lifts brows and calls into the bridge* Torque? Muhlisha?

Muhlisha: Yeah? *comes through and looks up at the Prima*

Torque: *following mate* She knows just where to hit to make it really sting. *shaking leg*

Ratchet: *dryly* I'm sure that causing you discomfort was not Arcee's aim.

Chromia: *blink blink* He snarks.

Ironhide: *amused snort. Doesn't think there's much other reason for hitting a friend*

Flashpoint: *itty bitty purr, starts to sag as she decides it's naptime*

Predaking: *gently covers the sparklet with a receiving blanket, since Chromia's still got her in reach*

Kriti: Things'll be weird for a bit here... I'd better get Bob home though.

Optimus: *startles, and then walks over to reroute the bridge* Welcome back, Bob.

Bob: *deep, rough, but gentle voice* Thank you, Prima. I hope Viisaus hasn't missed me too badly.

Bumblebee: *grins at the big guy*

Ratchet: *boggling* He spoke!

Kriti: *patpat a Bob leg* Fixer'll be cussing when she sees you, but just remember, ignore the words. *chuckles*

Bob: *gently and lovingly, as his big hand rests on her slender shoulder* I remember.

Optimus: *smiling now as she opens the bridge*

Kriti: ... Hang on a second. *grin, looks to Bob* One more time, for the heck of it?

Bob: This won't be the last. *soft chitter and a nuzzle, and then hunkers a bit* *worriedly* You still have my collar, right?

Kriti: *fighting the urge to wibble* I do. *gets it out of subspace and offers it to the Insecticon* It didn't seem right to get rid of it.

Bob: I don't think I need this part. *carefully unfastens the chain, then fastens the metal enforced strap around his neck and makes a satisfied sound*

Kriti: *chuckles* I'd keep it, so the sparklets'll have more to hang onto.

Bob: *perks, and then drapes himself with the chain* You're right.

Kriti: *will move to scale the Insecticon, 'wings fluttering happily as she absently adjusts her tutu* *once she's steady, she'll look to her mate* Wanna come with and troll 'Rail a bit?

Bumblebee: *looks at Optimus*

Optimus: *nods and smiles* I haven't told Viisaus what to expect.

Kriti: *holds her hand out* Bob can carry us both, easily. *so much faith in her friend*

Bumblebee: Lemme grab the kids! :D *pause* Uh. Nah. XD

Predaking: *offering little Bob and Two Bad*

Kriti: *clicks and gives 'Bee the Pout* *thinks it'd be funtimes for everyone*

Bumblebee: *gets the babies and holds them over to where they can cling to the big Insecticon* *then gives his mate a charming grin and runs whooping through the bridge*

Kriti: Spoilsport. *chuckles and makes sure Little Bob and Two Bad are hanging on* Let's go!

Two Bad: *found Mom! Chirp!*

little Bob: *clinging and listening to this big*

Kriti: *snickerfit* I can hear 'Rail cussing, and Sunhalo cheering from here. *gentle nudge for Bob*

Bob: *salutes Optimus, and then lopes through the bridge on all four*

Optimus: *closes it behind him, her mouth twitching slightly as she imagines Viisaus and Fixer's reaction to seeing Bob again*

Ratchet: *silently counting seconds, looks far too amused*

Blaster: ... *has been so good up until this point. Just has to poke the guy with the funny-shaped helm*

Torque: Awk!

Predaking: *reaches over and swats Blaster gently, the way he's seen Bathilda swat her children*

Optimus: *now wondering why Aerial and Smokescreen are so quiet. Looks around and sees them over at the couch area*

Aerial: *game controller in hands as he sits on the newer couch* :D

Smokescreen: No no, go that way! XD

Jazz: XD XD

Optimus: *oh. They're alright. Turns back to the rest of her restored family*

Ratchet: *still silently counting seconds, even as he moves to scan Megatron*

Megatron: *frees one hand. Hugga Ratchet!*

Ratchet: *patpat* *quiet sigh* Has everyone had a chance to refuel yet?

Megatron: *gently presents him with a contentedly crackling Panacea* Vater made sure we were full.

Ironhide: I could fuel. *frowns and glances toward a crunching sound*

Smokescreen: *found the bag of packing peanuts and is sharing with Jazz and Aerial*

Chromia: *looks that way, curious*

Ratchet: I'll go get fuel for those who want it.

Ironhide: I'll go with you. *kisses mate on cheek, and then stoops to plant a gentle peck on Flashpoint's little head without really knowing why*

Flashpoint: *squirms. Something touched her head* *sleeeep*

Ironhide: *turns to look at Ratchet, and then frowns quizzically at all the small people now gathered in the mouth of the corridor to look at him*

Alana: *scowls up at him, full of vinegar*

Saelen: *blink blink* Did we have another ship arrive?

Denver: ... Ain't heard Flashpoint that quiet fer awhile. *amused*

Girul: *curious about the newcomers she can hear* *will study them!*

Ironhide: *blink blink* 0.0 *BRAAAAP* What the *deleted*?

Optimus: *silent sniggerfit behind her hand as she leans over the space bridge controls*

Denver: *cracking up*

Ratchet: *snickering*

Girul: XD

Saelen: ... I'm remembering that one.

Smokescreen: Whoa. Me too.

Aerial: *without looking up from making the little person on the game run around and shoot things* I already knew it.

Jazz: *snickerfit*

Girul: *will come over to study the other newcomers* *STUUUUDY*

Jazz: *look, even visors can go 0.0* *BRAAAAP*

Optimus: *soft squeak of amused despair*

Smokescreen: XD *hiding behind Jazz*

Jazz: *laughing about it now, and trying to gently nudge Girul over to Megatron*

Torque: *so much snickerfit*

Tidal Wave: *leaves Predaking and hunkers down on knees and one elbow to look closely at that funny little person who causes burps*

Predaking: *worried frown*

Girul: *LOOKS hard at the big being*

Tidal Wave: *thunder*

Smokescreen: *grabs Jazz and Aerial and books it for the way out* Gangway! Gas attack!

Jazz: Awk!

Tidal Wave: *so mortified!*

Torque: Abandon ship! *laughing and running after scooping up mate and sparklet*

Ratchet: *one with his facepalm*

Frieda: 0_0

Girul: *laughing and going to study the newcomers that are still around*

Predaking: *uncertain looks for Ratchet and Optimus to see if his baby brother is in trouble* *puts one hand over the barking dogs*

Ratchet: *amused headshake, will move to patpat Tidal Wave's leg reassuringly*

Optimus: *looks over at the bridge as it flairs to life, her brows lifting with surprise that the reaction to Bob's arrival should be sent via bridge instead of via computer*

Ratchet: *blinks and looks to the bridge* What the?

two-toned stoneware bottle: *just got tossed through the bridge*

Denver: Scrap! *dives and keeps the bottle from hitting the floor*

Viisaus: *pinging the computer*

Optimus: *presses the button without looking away from embarrassed young Pred and the bottle*

Viisaus: *voice sounds a bit odd* //Where did Bob come from?//

Optimus: *soft swallow. Then, gently* He came from Cybertron, Viisaus. The Well is active.

Viisaus: *sound like his intakes hitching*

Optimus: There are many others who've returned. And most of my team and the Wreckers that you sent us have gone to start rebuilding.

Viisaus: *murmurs something in a very old dialect of Cybertronian*

Optimus: *gently* You're too old to travel, Viisaus.

Fixer: *in the background* //Don't slaggin' chew on Viisaus' head, you bug brained idiot!//

Viisaus: *intakes hitch again*

Jubilation: *skreek?*

Optimus: *still gentle* Think of your family.

Viisaus: *quietly, voice trembling* //So many... Lost because of our foolishness.//

Jubilation: *upset bweeee*

Optimus: *gently* And now returned.

Megatron: *earnest and gruff* Some of my brothers and sisters say that they used to be drones.

Jubilation: *upset Seeklet noises*

Fixer: //Viisaus needs to lay down. Thanks a lot, scrap for brains.// *click*

Ratchet: *concerned*

Saelen: *wincing* Poor Vissy.

Optimus: *sighs as she disconnects, then looks up as Megatron squeezes her shoulders before looking toward her husband* Ironhide and Chromia have gone to find the fuel without you.

Ratchet: *sigh* I'll go let them know about the human lanes. *goes to follow*

Denver: *frowning at the stoneware jug that she kept from shattering on the floor* Optimus... This jug's warm.

Optimus: *turns quickly and takes the stoneware bottle from her daughter, then scans it* *surprised* There's a living presence inside.

Megatron: *hunkers protectively over Denver, and between the other small people and the jug*

Denver: *startles at being protected by someone she remembers as being an enemy*

Megatron: *soft clicks as his hand goes down to reassure her*

Optimus: Please clear the corridor.

Beau: *moving to get everyone clear and out of the corridor*

Girul: *looking at the jug* ... Ifiri.

Optimus: *pauses and looks at the Gawhara teen* Are you sure?

Girul: *nod* Same frequency as Lady Yasu.

Optimus: *soft intake, and then turns the jug away from everyone and pulls the plug*

jug: *at first, nothing happens. But then there's a gout of brilliant green flame erupting from the opening*

Predaking: *low growl that's echoed by the other Predacons and by Megatron*

CJ and Cody: *hysterical barking that ends obediently as Predaking once more puts his hand over them protectively*

Predaking: Shhh.

flame: *shifts and swirls around until it solidifies into a woman who appears to be around Denver's age. She's got green hair in a very short and asymmetrical cut, as well as eyes that match her hair. She's also barely got any clothing on, being that she's clad in a black and green boob tube and miniskirt combo over a pair of black boots* I swear, Devcon, if yer arter... *pause. Blink blink* Ye ain't Devvy.

Optimus: *shakes her head* Optimus Prima, of Autobot Earth base Omega One.

woman: I's Fei Lan. Ain't got a fancy title like yers, Boss. *one shoulder shrug*

Optimus: *studies the girl, and then shakes her head* You're Yau Fei.

woman: *tenses and looks extremely panicky now* Shut yer gob. I's Fei Lan.

Optimus: *stern look* Your mother and father are here.

woman: ... *and now she's just confused looking* What d'ye mean?

Optimus: Your parents are Kae Yau and her husband, Tobias Urahey. They are here at this base, along with your baby brothers. *more quietly* They've just discovered your existence.

Yau Fei: ... *so very lost*

Optimus: *lifts her brows* What's wrong?

Yau Fei: T'ose names mean not'in' t' me. I don't know who the 'eck yer arter meanin'.

Optimus: Ah. *nods* They're the people whose coding you carry. And they want to meet you.

Yau Fei: ...

Girul: Yau Fei is Kae Yau çira.

Yau Fei: ... Yer pullin' me leg.

Girul: *headshake* Same frequency.

Yau Fei: ... Yer Gawhara.

Girul: *nod* Yup.

Optimus: *gently* Yau Fei?

Yau Fei: *startles and looks to Optimus*

Optimus: Would you like to meet your code donors?

Yau Fei: ... *bites her lip for a few moments, then nods*

Optimus: *softly* Girul, will you bring her? Quietly. Kae Yau was still sick when I heard from her last this morning.

Girul: *nod, moves to grab Yau Fei's wrist*

Yau Fei: *startled obscenity*

Optimus: Easy...

Girul: *gentle patpat, will lead the Ifiri woman out to where Kae Yau and Tobias are staying*

Optimus: *sighs, and then absently pats Tidal Wave as he comes to her for reassurance. Follows this with a hug for the big blue and brass child* Would you and your sister like to see where you can sleep?

Tidal Wave: *hiding his face against her shoulder* She's not my sister. We're going to bond when we're old enough. But we'd like sleeping places in this nest.

Euroclydon: *nods silently from where she's standing by Frieda*

Frieda: Aww. *grin*

Optimus: *soft smile* There's a young bot saying similar about my youngest daughter. Come on. *reassuring nod for Frieda and Predaking, then lifts Sam in one hand and leads the two young Predacons to quarters, and then down to the mess so that they may see the sleeping Panacea and Hot Rod*

((Written with random_xtras))