bv. Autobot Base. New Arrivals

[dens_extra_pups]

((Warning: Spoilers for 'Age of Extinction'))



Cade: *sitting by the knee of the big red lady who showed up at the new Autobot base two weeks ago as they both block the entrance to the small quonset that's become the hospital. Somewhere behind Flashpoint he can hear Ratchet quietly arguing with First Aid over the appropriate treatment for Bumblebee. The reminder has him scowling darkly as he watches Drift and Windblade pause in their sparring to watch a flaming Crosshairs run past screaming*

Flashpoint: ... *tracking Crosshairs' progress across the training grounds* Who set 'is aft on fahr?

Cade: *shrug* Mistfire and Scorn usually do it at the same time.

Flashpoint: *amused snort* Guess Misteh's th' same no mattah wh't realiteh...

Cade: *quizzical frown upward* What? *doesn't look toward a rumble of deep laughter. He's learned that Ordnance and Mira are better without an audience*

Flashpoint: Lahk on "Stah Trek". Th're're diff'rent realitehs. Ah've talked t' alternate versions'a Misteh b'f're.

Cade: *scowls* Did Optimus run off on his pregnant wife in them too? *still packing anger over that toward the bot he'd come to see as a friend*

Flashpoint: *quietly* Dunno. 'N Ah'm bettin' Optimus di'n't know 'Bee w's carryin', 'r 'f 'e did, 'e left so th' creators w'ldn't trah t' 'urt 'er 'n th' babeh.

Lumen: *moving to approach Flashpoint and Cade. Still a bit upset that he was banned from the infirmary, and thus can't give Bumblebee a hug right now*

Cade: *attention toward the big footsteps, and his scowl changes to a grin* Hey, Lu. What's up?

Lumen: *moving to crouch down carefully, quiet clicks as he holds his hand out to Cade*

Flashpoint: *trying not to grin, is getting video because it's cute to watch this Lumen interact with humans*

Cade: *deep sigh* Did you ask Drift if he needed a hug?

Lumen: *blink blink, small headshake. Will move to get up, pausing only long enough to give Flashpoint a hug before he's heading to the training grounds to hug the samurai bot*

Flashpoint: *once Lumen's out of audio range* Poor kid...

Cade: *quietly* He's hap... *looks up as he hears Ratchet's grumbling*

Ratchet: YOU, are going outside till you settle down. Your mother has no need of that sort of obstreperousness.

Cade: ... *grins as he hears the clicking*

Flashpoint: *grinning as well* Li'l britches givin' y'u lip, Doc?

Ratchet: *disgruntled* Where's Lumen? This should cheer him up.

bitty: *bright eyes peek toward Flashpont's voice over the edge of Ratchet's arm as the clicking falls silent for a moment*

Flashpoint: Trah'n' t' 'ug Drift 'n Windy. *nods toward the training grounds*

Ratchet: *squints in that direction, and then chuckles softly despite himself* And being hugged by Jazz.

Flashpoint: *chuckles* Kid prolleh f'rgot bah now th't y'u kicked 'im outta th' infirmary, Doc.

Ratchet: His memory isn't that bad.

Cade: Not what she meant, Doc. *chuckles at the burly eyesore's literalism*

Flashpoint: *chuckles and carefully moves to get up, gently cradling Cade close to her chest so he won't fall* Want me t' git th' kid so 'e c'n keep 'n ah 'n Li'l Britches?

Cade: *wry mouth as he becomes a living dolly again* Why don't you just bring him over? You've already got me.

Flashpoint: *chuckles* Now th're's 'n ahdea.

Ratchet: A very good idea. *holds out bright eyed bundle of parts* Be sure you don't remove his wrapping. He's adamant about keeping it.

bitty: *clings to his blankie with bitty hands and clicks excitedly at the peeps*

Flashpoint: *will carefully reach for the blanket-wrapped bitty, clicking softly as she does so* Kid lahks 'is lovie. Got 't.

Ratchet: *going to fuss and correct her way of holding the baby bot, but then stops and frowns with wonder as she does so skillfully* ...You've held infants before.

Flashpoint: *small nod* *won't say anything more at the moment, however*

bitty: *is staaaring at Cade now. Soft clicks*

Cade: *a bit teary-eyed as he stares at the newborn Prime* Hey...

Flashpoint: *very soft chuckle, will move to bring Cade and the bitty to where Lumen is getting gently patpatted by Windblade*

Lumen: *is also clicking softly, a small smile on his face*

Cade: Hey, Lu. Ratchet's wondering if you want to babysit. *grin for the blue bot*

Lumen: *blink blink*

Windblade: *small smile, nods toward the bitty Flashpoint's holding* *gently* Flashpoint has the sparklet, Lumen.

Lumen: *looks to the big red flier, will let go of Windblade and hold out his hands for the bitty*

Flashpoint: *will make sure the blue bot holds the bitty correctly* *optics brighten momentarily*

bitty: *clickin' clickmonster clicks! And grips his blankie with both hands as those big eyes look at this new person who is a most delightful colour!*

Lumen: *very soft clicks as he moves to head back toward the quonset, intends to sit down and talk to the bitty he's holding*

Flashpoint: *softly* D'aww.

Cade: *a little bitterly* Too bad his father can't see that.

Flashpoint: 'E mahght git t'... s'meday. *voice sounds a bit odd now, and her optics are a bit out of focus*

Windblade: *notices this, moves to carefully touch her fellow flier's shoulder* Flashpoint?

Cade: *head jerks up, and he looks toward Flashpoint's face with concern*

Flashpoint: *quietly* S'me'un hold Cade?

Windblade: *quick to reach for the human*

Jazz: *quietly* Drift, grab Cade.

Drift: *small nod* Here. *will carefully relieve Windblade of the human*

Flashpoint: *aft, meet ground*

Cade: *explicative deleted!*

Ratchet: *heading in their direction at a run*

Flashpoint: *circulating and trying not to urk. Is feeling dizzy and a bit disoriented now*

Windblade: *going to talk quietly and soothingly to the other red femme, and offer support as well*

Cade: *swears softly as he watches Air Raid spiralling down out of the sky toward the desert outside the compound*

Drift: *to Ratchet* Flashpoint asked that one of us hold Cade.

Ratchet: Yes yes, don't bother me with that now. *scans Flashpoint and makes a startled sound* Another one!

Cade: *winces as Air Raid does a belly flop on the rocky soil* That's gonna leave marks.

Windblade: *surprised expression is a go* She's carrying?

Flashpoint: *wincing in reaction to the belly flop her mate did, is also shivering slightly* *is trying so very hard not to urk*

Ratchet: *gruffly* You're on rest till further notice, Flashpoint. No more excitement. *frowns toward excited and unprintable language from the three green bots and then startles and goes wide-eyed as he sees a Cybertronian ship lowering itself gently to the desert near where Air Raid is sitting and holding his stomach*

Flashpoint: *excuse her, she's just going to roll over and urk*

Windblade: *moving to protect Flashpoint until Air Raid can get over to where his mate is*

Nightwish: *over all comms, in her calm voice* //A Prime has arrived.//

Lumen: *quiet chirp from where he and the bitty are situated by the quonset*

Ratchet: ... *scowls* Who is that?

Jazz: *dark eyes wide* Oh slag no... *yup, he's scared*

Windblade: *frowning muchly* I don't have any matches in my databanks...

Flashpoint: *shivering more now from urking* N-N... *trying to hold in another urk*

Air Raid: *stumbles over and puts his arms around her* That's not our 'Wish, is it?

Jazz: *blinks at the young flyer*

Flashpoint: *manages a headshake, whimpers quietly*

Ratchet: *distracted as he watches the door to that ship open out there, and then his eyes are widening with disbelief* *softly* Optimus? No... the helm is wrong. *startles as First Aid comes running out of the hospital and across the compound to clear the fence in a single bound*

Mira: *obscenity can be heard clearly*

Flashpoint: *wince wince wince*

Air Raid: *sudden quiet and woozy laughter* It's Diehard. He's alright. So's everyone with him.

Ratchet: *looks at the Aerialbot* Who is Diehard?

Cade: *just watching everything with a bewildered scowl, his elbows on Drift's fingers*

Flashpoint: *going to hide her face against her mate for the moment*

Drift: *frowning* I'm not familiar with anyone bearing that designation.

Windblade: *small headshake* I'm not either... But shouldn't we be getting Flashpoint somewhere to rest?

Air Raid: *hugs his mate close and rubs her back between her wings* *softly* Diehard's my brother, because he's Optimus' son.

Ratchet, Jazz, and Cade: *stare at Air Raid*

Flashpoint: *quiet noise of agreement with her mate's words*

Drift: *boggling*

Windblade: *identical gobsmack expression to Drift*

Cade: Wait. You're a Prime?

Air Raid: No. I don't have Optimus' code. He just asked for me at the Allspark temple. Diehard's got it, though. He's Prime.

Jazz: He's also kissin' 'Aid.

Air Raid: *soft snigger*

Flashpoint: *weak snerk*

Lumen: *coming to see what everyone else is looking at*

Diehard: *standing, surrounded by huge and strongly built bots, as he holds First Aid and gives her a very long and tender greeting*

Lumen: *reaches to touch Ratchet's shoulder*

Ratchet: *quizzical glance for the blue bot*

Lumen: *quiet, asking chirp. Has the bitty held close to his chest*

bitty: *issa hidin' bitty! But not a scared one. Big eyes is peekin' out of the blankie*

Ratchet: *turns to Lumen* *quietly* Bring him inside till we know more. Put him in your hold so that your signature masks his.

Lumen: *small nod, moves to comply. Once he's got the bitty tucked in, he'll point to Flashpoint and make his asking chirp again*

Ratchet: *looks over his shoulder and frowns* *very quietly, as he thinks of the she-bot's teleportation abilities* I don't think she's in danger.

Lumen: *headshake. That's not what he wanted to know* *asking chirp*

Ratchet: *blinks and thinks* *brows lift* *quietly* We're expecting another new life.

Lumen: *blink, blink, grins*

Ratchet: *looks over toward where Ordnance is talking to Diehard Prime*


meanwhile


Mira: *expression is a dark scowl as she watches the newcomers*

Ordnance: *beep!* You mean Optimus left for nothing?

Diehard: *sad expression despite his arm around First Aid* How long ago did he leave?

Kipper: *leans down and pokes Mira on the head*

Mira: *swats at the poking hand* *to Diehard* It's been about two months, give or take a few days.

Diehard: Kipper, stand down. *looks up at the stars that are starting to come out, and doesn't blink as Grumbler knocks the green guy in the trench coat flying*

Mira: *snorts as Crosshairs expresses his displeasure* Idiot can't even cuss decently.

Nightwish: *steps forward* Where did he leave the planet?

Diehard: *looks toward the iridescent femmebot and brightens, then looks quizzically toward Mira and Ordnance*

Ordnance: He left from (this) dock, Shanghai. But it's not safe for bots right now.

Nightwish: *slight smile* I have nothing to be afraid of.

Mira: *wingflick, gives Nightwish a sideways look* Yeah, right.

Ratchet: *comes walking up with Lumen at his side* Apparently, she's telling the truth, Mira. Flashpoint and Air Raid have heard of her.

Nightwish: *quirks a brow at the eyesore, and then studies the blue guy's chest with interest*

Lumen: *headtilt, sees First Aid is hugging someone he doesn't know, attention goes to the pretty he just noticed. Considering look. Strides over with no fear in his expression whatsoever, offers hugs to the pretty lady*

Mira: Lumen! Ask first! *she's said that a lot, and he still doesn't ask first*

Nightwish: *soft smirk* He just did. *hugs Lumen* *softly* Can Diehard see his baby brother?

Lumen: *blink blink, looks to Ratchet with a bit of uncertainty. Yellow-bot said to keep bitty hidden...*

Ratchet: *notices the look* What is it, Lumen?

Lumen: *taps chest. Can he get the bitty out?*

Ratchet: *hesitates, but he trusts Flashpoint and Air Raid* *turns to Diehard, who is giving him a friendly look so familiar that he finds himself trusting the younger bot as well* Do you know about sparklets?

Diehard: *interested look is Optimus with added geek* Sparklets? No. Not yet.

Ratchet: *nods to Lumen* *quietly* They are a hope in our darkness.

Lumen: *small smile, will get the bitty out, then. Looks around, quiet asking chirp*

Diehard: *eyes light up* A hatchling!

First Aid: *shakes her head in her gentle way* No. He was born from the spark of a grown up lady. *looks up at her mate* *softly* Like you were.

Ratchet: *surprised* You aren't an Allspark made child?

Diehard: *looks embarrassed as he shakes his head* I came from Elita One's spark after Optimus left Cybertron.

Cade: *sourly* He does that a lot, huh?

Lumen: *walks over to Diehard, offers the bitty*

Diehard: *looks at the bitty, and then looks at the little organic person. Lets go of his mate and hunkers down to be closer to the small person's level* What do you mean?

Cade: I mean he left your mother pregnant, and now he's done it to that kid, too.

Ratchet: *scolding sound for Cade!*

Lumen: *will offer the bitty to First Aid, in that case*

First Aid: *takes the bitty and cuddles him*

Ordnance: Hey, squishie! Optimus went to make sure your *aft* stayed safe!

Cade: *angrily* He could have done it without leaving a sick and pregnant wife behind!

Mira: *scowling at Cade now* Hey, watch yer mouth.

Lumen: *attention on Mira, doorwings down*

Nightwish: *gently lifts Lumen's chin, and lowers her head and gives him a peck before stepping back and nodding to Diehard* I'll bring him back.

Lumen: *surprised squeak*

Mira: *head whips around to stare at Nightwish and Lumen*

Diehard: *nods to Nightwish, and then rises to his feet to see the bitty, who explodes into a massive click storm and lets go the blankie to reach for him*

Nightwish: *turns and races away, seeming to fade and vanish into the desert night*

Ordnance: *distracted from poking Cade to gape at that and say something unprintable*

Mira: *echoes the unprintable*

Lumen: ... *very soft clicks*

Ratchet: *gentle pat pat on Lumen's shoulder. Softly* See? I told you that you're no clunker.

Lumen: *very small nod, and a bit of a pout*

Ratchet: What's wrong?

Lumen: *points to where Nightwish had been. Wants to go with her. Or be looted by her, maybe*

Ratchet: *reaches over and taps Mira for a translation*

Mira: *blink, looks to Ratchet* Huh?

Ratchet: *nods to Lumen*

Mira: *looks to her brother* ... Oy, Lu, 'sup?

Lumen: *looks to Sister. Repeats the pointing*

Mira: ... *SNERK* He wants to go with the gal that just left.

Grumbler: *gruffly* What for?

Mira: *looks to Lumen*

Lumen: *gesticulates!*

Mira: *trying so hard not to laugh* Lu says 'cause she's pretty and nice.

Grumbler: *scowls slightly as she studies that brawny blue bruiser* She's also barely ever on the ground.

Mira: *shrug* Give him a few days...

Lumen: *soft clicks. Moves to see if anyone else wants hugs, or hasn't been hugged yet*

Grumbler: *hand goes out and yanks him close, and then she's standing and studying him with a thoughtful expression* ...Quadriate?

Lumen: *startled chirp*

Mira: ... Dunno. He 'n I were in pods near each other.

Grumbler: *big construction bot lady studies him some more, and then that impenetrable scowl cracks and she winks down at him*

Lumen: *so confused now, and it shows in the way he holds his doorwings*

Ratchet: *throat clearing sound as he watches Diehard interact with the bitty* //Lumen. She's flirting with you.//

Lumen: *doorwings UP, boggles*

Mira: *frown*

Grumbler: *sees the frown and her scowl returns* *gruffly* What?

Mira: That's my brother yer flirtin' with.

Grumbler: So?

Mira: You wanna do that, we gotta settle things first.

Grumbler: *confusion in her eyes* The scrap are you talking about, woman?

Mira: You 'n me. One on one. *so serious*

Grumbler: *snort* For flirtin' with your brother?

Ordnance: *grinning* *jerks a thumb at his wife* Keylendar raised.

Kipper: *looks over* The star warriors.

Mira: *nods, sticking her chest out a bit* Looted my husband, even with the fact that his fat *aft* weighs a ton.

Lumen: *hunkering down now, very quiet clicks*

Mistfire: Really? A full ton?

Ordnance: *IGNORE*

Mira: *ignoring Mistfire, attention firmly on Grumbler* You wanna flirt with Lu, you gotta go through me, first.

Grumbler: *turns her scowling face toward Lumen, asking a question with the glance. Does he want her to do this?*

Ratchet: *as First Aid scoots away with the bitty* Not around the sparklet.

Lumen: *still trying to process the fact that someone was flirting with him*

Grumbler: *makes a noise to catch Lumen's attention*

Ordnance: *grinning* Sparklet's over there.

Lumen: *startles, looks up*

Ratchet: *growl*

Lumen: *hesitant chirp*

Mira: Lu, you hugged Misty yet?

Cade: ...I should probably get out of the way, huh?

Crosshairs: Why? One squish and we don't hear anymore whining.

Lumen: *manages a scowl for Crosshairs, will move to grab Cade*

Cade: *burp!* Oh, man. I'm starting to sound like Ordnance.

Ordnance: *DED*

Mira: *snort*

Lumen: *will very gently fuss over you now, Cade*

Grumbler: *shrugs those wide shoulders and turns away* Eh. He ain't interested.

Mira: ... *small nod, relaxes* *a bit sadly* Seems like it.

Crosshairs: If we're talkin' about interest...

Grumbler: *launches a sniper out across the desert*

Diehard: *watches him fly*

Kipper: *snort* No points for that one.

Mira: *to Grumbler* Don't get the idiot's hopes up. He's not worth the trouble he'd be to loot.

Grumbler: *snorts at the little green bot* If he thinks that's flirting, then he needs a processor.

Mira: *snerk* Prolly stayed home when they were handin' out brains 'cause he didn't wanna get rained on.

Grumbler: Whatever. I'm not interested in scrubs. *looks at Diehard* I'm going to my bunk, Prime. *turns and walks back onto the ship*

Diehard: *has the look of a man who knows she'd never listen to his reply if he gave it. Is already turning his attention back toward the direction that his baby brother went*

Cade: Lu, that woman wanted you.

Lumen: ... *quiet click*

Ordnance: I like the lines on the darker one better too.

Cade: Oh, here comes the show.

Mira: You would, ya perv. *shoves at husband*

Lumen: *soft chirp. Will offer Cade to whoever's closest, because his head's starting to feel funny again*

Diehard: *blinks at the man in his hands* ...Hello.

Cade: Can we go that way? *points toward the compound*

Diehard: *as Ordnance bellows laughter* Sure. *goes that way*

Ratchet: I'm not fixing any more dents tonight. And neither is First Aid!

Lumen: *going to sit down quietly and hug his knees to his chest*

Ratchet: *distracted by that. Goes to one knee beside his new friend and scans him* Easy. Lean on me.

Lumen: *will hide his face against your shoulder now, Ratchet*

Mira: *notices this and puts a hand in Ordnance's face*

Ordnance: *senses her concern and stops cold* Aww, Lu.

Ratchet: *quietly* We should bring him to his quarters.

Mira: *nod* Yeah. *moves to help support the blue mech* *gently* C'mon, Lu. Let's get ya tucked in.

Ordnance: *steps forward, but then stops as he sees Ratchet take his usual place*

Ratchet: *gentle clicks for Lumen* You'll feel better soon.

Lumen: *quiet clicks*

Ordnance: You know, babe. It's totally respectable to give him as a gift, too. *shares his wife's concern for Lumen, and her desire that he have someone of his own to care for him*

Mira: *quietly* I know... I jes' wanna be sure the gal'll stick 'round even after we 'splain why he doesn't talk.

Ordnance: We know Misty's steady. And that purple dame didn't look like she took any scrap. The dark one...

Air Raid: *tiredly, as he comes to open the gate* I don't think Lu could keep up with Nightwish. Her mutations make her kinda... hard to get to know.

Mira: *so much frown on her face now* Mutations?

Air Raid: Yeah. *carefully closes the gate and locks it, then leans against it till Ordnance thumps him and he yelps*

Mira: What the scrap're ya talkin' about?

Lumen: *very soft chirp, optics a bit too bright now*

Ratchet: *gruff and snippy* Lumen needs to go to bed.

Ordnance: Alright. *scowls at Air Raid* But you better spill the *poop* after we get him tucked in.

Mira: *stern nod of agreement*

Ratchet: *impatient sound* People, which is more important? Gossip, or Lumen?

Lumen: *almost too softly to hear* Gossip.

Mira: *startled sound, nearly lets go of her brother in shock*

Ratchet: I disagree. You're going to bed.

Lumen: *soft* Heh.

Mira: *subsonic obscenities* He's *beeping* slippin'! *trying to prop her side of Lumen up*

Ordnance: *steps up. Removes wife with one hand. Props brother with the other* Is your doll in bed, Lu?

Lumen: *trying to remember if he has his baby with him or not*

Ratchet: You put him to bed after lunch. *more encouraging clicks*

Lumen: *slow nod of agreement*

Mira: Let's get ya to bed so you can help him have a nap, Lu. *yup. Is dangling from Ordnance's hand. Doesn't seem too bothered by this*

Ordnance: *absently sets her down as he keeps up with a suddenly animated Lumen*

Ratchet: *encouragement as he props Lumen on the other side*

Jazz: *looks out of his own room. Grumpily* Thanks fer lettin' me know everything was safe.

Ratchet: *"whoops!" expression* I'm sorry, Jazz. I was distracted.

Lumen: *excited/worried chirps to Jazz, telling the silver bot all about how his baby needs him to help with a nap!*

Jazz: *blinks, and then limps out and hobbles on ahead to get the door open on Lumen's home* Here you go. He's waitin'.

Lumen: *determined to check on his baby* *quiet whine to Ratchet*

Ratchet: We're nearly there. *gently shoulders the door open a little more and exchanges mild snark with Jazz*

Lumen: *clickerfit*

Ordnance: Look at him hogging the bed. *chuckles as he spots the lump of the doll under Lumen's new tarp*

Lumen: *more clickerfit! Will try to get over to his bed*

Mira: *hanging back, will wait to ask Ratchet a question*

Ratchet and Ordnance: *help him across the two lengths before the pallet on the floor is reached, and then lower him to his skid plate*

Lumen: *happy chirps and clicks, will check on his baby and cuddle the simple bundle doll to his chest for a few moments. Considering look as he thinks of where he put the bitty earlier, then he's opening his chest compartment and tucking the toy in there before laying back with a sigh*

Ordnance: Good job. *covers him completely with the tarp*

Ratchet: Where's his pillow?

Lumen: *clickerfit, squirms under the blanket until one hand emerges, holding the big rock*

Ratchet: Oh. There it is. *tucks rock under Lumen's head*

Lumen: *small smile, quiet chirp*

Jazz: *tiredly* I'll sit with 'im. Misty just updated me.

Ratchet: *frowns at Jazz, and then snorts* You'll do no such thing. You're going to bed yourself.

Jazz: *weary twinkle in his optics* But, Daaaad.

Lumen: *clicking quietly now*

Ratchet: Now.

Jazz: *goes around the corner and through his own door. Then starts playing music for Lumen*

Ratchet: *satisfied. Turns to go out*

Lumen: *clicking slows a bit. He's nearly asleep at this point*

Ordnance: *quietly closes the door, then sighs and shakes his head*

Mira: *leaning on the wall across the way* *seriously* He ain't gettin' any better, is he?

Ratchet: *looks down at her* The damage is irreparable.

Mira: Is it gonna get worse?

Ratchet: Only if he's subjected to undue stress.

Ordnance: *quiet and grim as he lights a shell and puffs to get it going* You mean like what we just went through?

Mira: *doorwings down* *softly* Still think Flash 'n 'Raid're blowin' smoke with their stories. *is trying to hide her upset*

Ratchet: Stories? *nope, he wasn't listening*

Mira: Yeah... Sayin' stuff like the Lu they know's as rowdy as me.

Ratchet: *blank face* What?

Mira: Ask them. I still think it's a load'a scrap. *attention going to Lumen's door, 'wings flicking slightly*

Ordnance: *pokes her gently* You gonna give him?

Mira: *lightly swats at his hand* Thinkin' 'bout it. Dunno if she'd be disappointed that he ain't gonna be 'round as long as some guys...

Ratchet: *blinks* What are you talking about, Mira?

Mira: Stuff like what Lu's got goin' on... Heard stories 'bout stuff like it killin' a bot... *wings down again*

Ratchet: *shakes his head slowly* Barring stress or a shock, Lumen has every chance of living a full lifespan.

Mira: ... *wings UP*

Ratchet: The only thing affected is his information processing ability. His spark is otherwise healthy. And very clearly of Quadriate coding.

Mira: ... What the scrap does that mean, Doc?

Ratchet: The Quadriates were a sub-race of Cybertronian, something like construction bots or Seekers. They showed Deepdweller traits, and were also prone to combiners and to unstable personalities.

Mira: *frown* Unstable how?

Ratchet: *quietly describes the Quadriate tendency to lose their mind in blind rage*

Mira: ... *quietly, sounding a bit worried now* Does Lu got that tendency?

Ratchet: You would know if he did.

Mira: *small nod, not entirely reassured* You said they showed Deepdweller traits...

Ratchet: The strength of their sparks enables them to assume new forms even more fluently than is usual for us.

Ordnance: Oh. We've seen that.

Mira: *sober expression as she thinks back to when Lumen was damaged* *quietly* 'Sat why Lu survived that attack?

Ratchet: It could very well be.

Mira: *intakes hitch, and then she's doing something she very rarely does, if ever. Will hide against Ordnance's hip and try not to think too much about how Lumen's head looked when she and the larger bot she's hiding against were finally able to get to him*

Ordnance: *picks mate up to cuddle her and murmur to her in Keylendar* *no, the mun's not translating the husband to wife talk*

Mira: *drawing comfort in the familiar* *intakes hitch again*

Ratchet: *looks around and sees the compound surrounded by large bots in the mauve and copper colour pattern that Kipper had sported* We've got a full guard. Why don't you two get some down time?

Mira: *very small nod*

Ordnance: *quietly* Come on. I'll rub your back.

Mistfire: *is the sound of a flaming Crosshairs*

Mira: Y-yeah... *small nod of agreement* *very quiet snerk at Crosshairs' reaction*

Windblade: *is the laughter at Crosshairs' misfortune*

Mira: *quietly* 'M an idiot...

Ordnance: *sniggering softly as he carries Mira around the corner the other way from Jazz's place. Pauses and looks down* You gonna hurl?

Mira: *quietly* Don't think so, but my tank's jumpin' a bit...

Ordnance: Can I shake you up and aim you at Grimlock?

Mira: *wibbly snerk*

Ordnance: *stops in front of their door* Can I? Huh? Huh?

Mira: No.

Ordnance: Can I throw you at Crosshairs? :D

Mira: *snerk* Let's go knock some sense inta his thick head.

Ordnance: *pauses and looks over his shoulder* Ratchet gets pretty *deleted* when we don't follow orders.

Mira: ... Oh. Right. *sigh* 'N if I get too worked up, Lu'll be sick again.

Ordnance: Yeah, and Ratchet naggin's pretty funny, but Lumen doesn't like it. :/ We gotta get him his own dame to snog.

Mira: Yeah... *nuzzle*

Ordnance: *cuddle* Think baldy's figured out where his roll of carpet went yet? *frees a hand to open the door and reveal said carpet unrolled for a bed*

Mira: *snort* Prolly not. Idiot misses the obvious.

Ordnance: Just hope he hurries up 'n puts the rest of the guys back together soon. *lays her down on the carpet, then flops down beside her so that the room shakes and Lumen snerks in his sleep*

Mira: No kiddin'... *snuggles close and tries to dampen a bit of the extra feedback her 'wings are sending her*

Ordnance: *starts rubbing between her wings*

Mira: *purring now*

Ordnance: *big grin*

Ratchet: *shuts their door in passing!*

Ordnance: *still rubbing, but is shaking the building again as he laughs soundlessly*

((Written with random_xtras))