bv. Autobot Base. New Arrivals Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

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



Lumen: *sitting near Flashpoint and Air Raid as they lay in the sun. He's playing with the lizard-shaped piece of desert wood that Grumbler brought him several days ago. His baby is in his storage pocket, and has a brand new rubber skin that Grumbler put on it. He's shiny due to Grumbler polishing, and wearing some nail polish glyphs that Tessa put on him after he'd dried her nails for her*

Flashpoint: *absently wonders if Lumen's figured out that Grumbler's trying to court him*

Lumen: *happy clicks and chirps as he talks to the piece of wood*

Ordnance: *singing over behind some of the buildings* Grandma got run over by a reindeer, *etc*

Cade: I told you to stop singing that *deleted*!

Air Raid: *sniggers without unshuttering his optics*

Flashpoint: *snickerfit*

Lumen: *looks up, puzzled chirp*

Air Raid: *eyes still shut* Ordnance is having fun.

Lumen: *thinks about this, nods, then returns his attention to the piece of wood*

Air Raid: *cuddles warm wife and goes to sleep* *doesn't twitch as Ordnance shouts with surprise upon being bum rushed by Mira*

Lumen: *pays the sounds of his siblings playing no mind*

Flashpoint: *snickerfit, groans and taps at her chest as the sparklet gets excited*

Air Raid: *responds to feelings from wife by using wife's chest for a pillow*

Flashpoint: *quietly* Th'nk's, 'Raid. *sigh*

Air Raid: *quiet smile* //Get some sleep. This sun is great.//

Flashpoint: *small nod, shutters her optics*


other side of the compound


Mistfire: *sitting and staring intently at Ratchet as he works in the lab that he just finished setting up. Thinks the old guy is ugly as salvage, but Ordnance made a bet, and now she's curious and interested. Stares!*

Mira: *laughing as she seeks a hiding spot to ambush her husband from when he comes looking for her*

Ratchet: *pays Mira's laughter no mind as he works. Knows he'll be hearing Ordnance bellowing later, when the little green femme ambushes the old soldier again*

Mistfire: *stare*

Ratchet: *work slows as his attention goes to Mistfire* ... Is there something I can help you with, Mistfire?

Mistfire: *smirk* I'm good.

Ratchet: *small frown, returns attention to work*

Mistfire: *moves so that she can see him better*

Ratchet: *trying to pay Mistfire no mind*

Mistfire: *smirrrrk*

Ratchet: *starting to feel a bit uneasy. Looks up from his work* Is there something you needed, then?

Mistfire: *smirk goes lazy* Maybe...

Ratchet: ... And what might that be?

Mistfire: Maybe a little entertainment.

Ratchet: ... Ordnance and Mira are playing outside.

Mistfire: *soft snort* Ordnance's Mira's.

Ratchet: ... *oh. That sort of entertainment* What about Lumen?

Mistfire: Nope. *smirks more*

Ratchet: ... And why not?

Mistfire: Not my type.

Ratchet: ... *feeling very uneasy now* I see.

Mistfire: You ever have a mate?

Ratchet: ... No. I knew a femme many years ago, but nothing came of it.

Mistfire: *leans an arm on the crate she's sitting by* Why not?

Ratchet: We didn't part on the best of terms... And then she was killed in the war.

Mistfire: Couldn't take your scrap, huh? *amused*

Ratchet: We had conflicting views on far too many matters.

Mistfire: Like what matters?

Ratchet: *tips head back slightly, trying to remember. It's been many vorns since he last thought about Clarion*

Mistfire: *resumes smirking and studying him while she waits*

Ratchet: Politics, mostly.

Misfire: *snort* You talked politics?

Ratchet: I was a diplomat back then. It was inevitable.

Mistfire: ...A diplomat? You were a politician?

Ratchet: *nods* I was.

Mistfire: *shakes her head sadly, and makes a little click of disapproval*

Ratchet: *frown* It was a different time.

Mistfire: I think you're just a bad boy, Doc.

Ratchet: *more frown* Your definition of bad is different than mine.

Mistfire: *smirk grows* I like bad boys.

Ratchet: ...

Mistfire: *slowly lifts a brow, still smirking*

Ratchet: *feeling a bit flustered now, will excuse himself, making up a sudden need to check on Lumen*

Mistfire: *stops him with a quick flip of the rope she'd found in the storeroom of Diehard's ship* Nope. Bad boys need ta be punished.

Ratchet: *startled yelp*


Later


Mistfire: *warming her bum on hogtied medic*

Mira: *snickering as she ducks into Ratchet's work area to hide from Ordnance again* *pauses, blinks when she sees how Misty's sitting, and what she's sitting on* *snerk* Nice.

Mistfire: Nope. *smirk* He's bad.

Ratchet: *trying to undo some of the knots, wants to make an escape!*

Mistfire: *catches that hand and secures it with a twist of rope* You tryin' ta rack up more points, Doc?

Ratchet: Mistfire, I have work to do!

Mira: *trying not to snicker at the whiny tone Ratchet's voice has*

Mistfire: *clucks her tongue sadly* Yup, I gotta get the stick again. *leans over to reach for it*

Mira: *cackles as Ratchet's optics widen*

Mistfire: *going to poke you between the plates again, Ratchet!*

Ratchet: *yelps and bucks, trying to get Mistfire to let him go*

Mistfire: *poke poke poke* *casually, to Mira* He's ticklish. Who'da thunk?

Mira: *brb, is in a snickerfitdie mood now*

Mistfire: *poke poke poke!* >D

Ratchet: *muffled bellow of protest!*

Mira: *rowdy grin* *to Misty* You go after his pedes yet?

Ratchet: *optics comically wide now*

Mistfire: *pauses in the poking to tilt her head playfully and consider* He has ben pretty bad...

Mira: You got that dampener on his vox? *wicked smirk*

Mistfire: Yup. Didn't wanna scare anybody. *moves from her seat and goes to examine those big feet*

Ratchet: *going to try rolling away now*

Mira: *snickering* Good. Have fun. *will head out*

Mistfire: *pokafeets!*


outside


Ordnance: *was prowling around the door of Ratchet's Quonset, nearly jumps out of his brake shoes as his wife suddenly pops out of the building* Whoa!

Mira: *grab a husband, SNOG*

Ordnance: *muffled meep, and then a happy sound as he hugs her and returns the favour. Breaks the kiss and grins* You know what Lu's doin'?

Mira: No, but he's happy.

Ordnance: *wide grin* Come see. Oh wait. Coyote! *drops wife and heads after the furry quadruped, leaping the fence on his way*

Mira: *cackles and chases husband. Will go check on Lumen later, after she's scrambled Ordnance's processor a bit*


over by the sleepers


Drift: *is a flash of white paint as he settles down to sit next to Lumen, his lean face set in a friendly grin for his friend*

Lumen: *clicking and popping happily as he shows his baby the piece of wood Grumbler gave him*

Drift: Does he like it?

Lumen: *nodnod, grin*

Drift: *grin goes a little dorky and confused* What is it?

Lumen: *blink blink, will offer the piece of wood*

Drift: *takes it and studies it, then gives Lumen an apologetic look* A stick?

Lumen: *will show Drift how the different parts of the wood look like legs, a tail, and a head, then he's squeaking and fidgeting as one of the many lizards living in the area crawls along his plating*

Drift: *gets the little lizard, and then pauses and studies it. Lifts brows and looks from the lizard to the piece of wood*

Lumen: *gives himself a shake*

Drift: *holds up the lizard and points to the wood* Is it...?

Lumen: *chirp. Looks, nods*

Drift: *sets the little lizard free on a sun warmed rock* Where did you get your lizard?

Lumen: *think think think, checks his treasure stash for something purple to show Drift*

Drift: *waits*

Lumen: *pulls out the little purple flower Tessa made for him out of rubber bands* *think think think* *quietly* Lady.

Drift: *small smile as he gives his friend a word* Can you say "Grumbler"?

Lumen: *small frown. Will try to say "Grumbler". Several false starts later, he's letting out a frustrated whine*

Drift: *points to a bird flying over* *knows that redirecting his friend's attention will help*

Lumen: *looks up* *quietly* Grumbler.

Drift: I thought you didn't like Grumbler?

Lumen: *distracted from the bird, gives Drift a confused look*

Drift: You seemed unsure of her.

Lumen: *think think think* *slowly* Not know before.

Drift: *nods* She's not bad, under that grouchy shell.

Lumen: *soft clicks*

Drift: *face goes serious* Do you know she wants to marry you?

Lumen: ... *shy little grin* *doesn't quite get what you mean, Drift*

Drift: *sees the questioning look in the blue bot's eyes* You know, like Mira and Ordnance, and First Aid and Diehard.

Lumen: ...

Drift: The cuddling and kissing.

Lumen: ... *doorwings UP, boggling now*

Drift: Do you understand what I'm talking about? *glances toward Flashpoint and Air Raid as one of them makes a noise, and reminds himself that they're married too*

Lumen: *slowly points to his chest. Grumbler wants to do that stuff with him?*

Drift: *looks toward the movement, and then nods, his face serious*

Lumen: ... *quietly* Wow.

Drift: *chuckles and then opens his hand to show a decal that he's spent several hours working on* Do you think she'd like this?

Lumen: *looks*

decal: *is a glyph. One that means "taken and adored"*

Lumen: *perk* *nodnodnod!* *blink. Points to his chest again. I give to Grumbler?*

Drift: Do you think it's a good wedding gift? *happy grin tries to escape* You could help her put it on.

Lumen: *nodding, chirping and clickstorming rapidly*

Drift: Here. Don't forget about your lizard and your baby. *gives the decal and then reaches toward the toys*

Lumen: *nodnodnod, clickpopsqueak!*

Drift: Do you want me to put these on your bed?

Lumen: *manages to squeak out* Yes! *wants to show Grumbler the decal*

Drift: *grins and raises to his feet, then carefully carries the toys away*

Lumen: *works to get to his feet, will go looking for Grumbler*

Windblade: *looks up from a tiny flower she's studying as the blue bot nears the corner of the compound that she's hunkered in* Are you looking for Mira, Lumen? *is just starting to get to know the blue bot, having arrived on Earth with First Aid*

Lumen: *headshake* Grumbler.

Windblade: Oh. *slight surprise* She's watching the front gate with one sixth of Kipper.

Lumen: ... *trying to remember how to get to the front gate now*

Windblade: *puzzled by his silence* Is something wrong?

Lumen: *chirps and gestures. Which way?*

Windblade: *face clears, and she leans to one side to point past Lumen* It's there behind you.

Lumen: *perks and moves to give the flier a hug in thanks*

Windblade: *soft laughter as she stands to reciprocate the hug* Thank you, Lumen.

Lumen: *happy chirp, lets go and heads for the front gate*

Grumbler: *standing with her arms crossed, her usual sour scowl on her face*

Lumen: *beeline for the femme, clicking, chirping and popping happily*

Grumbler: *perks and scowls at him quizzically, her eyes brightening* What have you got? Another bug?

Lumen: *remembers the neat bug he found that made Cade run away. Chirp! Headshake. Will hold out the decal with a grin*

Grumbler: *takes the decal and starts slightly before lifting her head to look at him* *gruffly* Do you know what this is?

Lumen: *nodnod* *grin* Gift. Grumbler!

Grumbler: What're you giving me gifts for?

Lumen: *think think* Marry.

Grumbler: *still gruff* You know what that means?

Lumen: *nod* *slowly, thinking each word out before saying it* Like Mira and Ordnance.

Grumbler: *snort* You don't gotta rub my back.

Lumen: Hugs?

Grumbler: What else?

Lumen: Kisses?

Grumbler: *grouchiness cracks at that* Go ahead and try it.

Lumen: *thinks for a few moments. Leans in*

Grumbler: *leans down and meets him halfway*

Lumen: *doorwings up at the tingle as his lips meet Grumbler's*

Grumbler: *sighs and lifts him slightly, but then startles and scowls as a voice breaks through the happy little buzz on her sensors*

Joshua: What the *heck*!?

Lumen: *startled squeal, clings to Grumbler tightly*

Grumbler: *holds him close and glowers at the balding human* What do you want, mouse *poop*?

Lumen: *clicking rapidly*

Joshua: Who the *heck* are you? *just a bit skeeved out now*

Grumbler: *gruff growl* Name's Grumbler. I'm his wife. *nods to the bot in her arms*

Lumen: *braves a peek. Clicks. Remembers this guy*

Joshua: *raised brow* That...

Grumbler: Is none of your *unprintable* business. What do you want?



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