bv. Haven and Tau. Connecting with Friends

[dens_extra_pups]

Showtime: *circulating slowly and trying to keep his frame from trembling too much. Will click softly to reassure his sister that he's fine*

Sharpshot: *feeling around, is getting a bit frantic because she can hear Brother's frame rattling*

big, familiar hands: *gently push her against Showtime. The lack of speech and the simple gesture will tell which of their charges this is*

Showtime: *quietly* Thank you, Polaris.

Sharpshot: *fretting and growling softly*

Polaris: *soft touch for Sharpshot's back* *deep voice so soft* Aunty.

Sharpshot: *small shiver, soft clicks*

worried whispering: *comes from the other side of the room*

Primus: *children have a message, are afraid to disturb Showtime*

Showtime: *shutters his optics for a moment and asks if it's something regarding Diehard and First Aid's departure*

Primus: *the time of your reward is near*

Showtime: *surprised* -I will see Miracle in person?-

Primus: *and the other*

Showtime: *so very surprised, and grateful* -I look forward to meeting them in person. Thank you for telling me this.-

Primus: *attention to the worried whispering. It's Orion and Cygnia*

Showtime: *curious about why they are worried*

Primus: *gently* *children know he's hurting. Don't want to disturb him*

Showtime: *fond headshake* *yes, he's having sensor problems again, but he's not going to break if they tell him bad news. The sensor problems will pass, as they always do*

Primus: *not bad news*

Showtime: *amused* -Then why wait to share it?-

Primus: *to the younglings, it's bad*

Showtime: *even more curious now. Will try and get up*

Primus: *gently* *the meetings will not take place on this world*

Showtime: *blink. Blink!* *small nod* -As long as I am able to do the work you and your Creator intended me to do.-

footsteps: *come closer, and then the vibrations of the floor hesitate*

Showtime: *calmly* Orion, Cygnia, come in.

Orion: *deep, soft voice holds concern* Can you hear us, Uncle?

Showtime: I can feel your footsteps, Orion. Cygnia's are lighter.

Orion: *soft chuckle* Yes, me and my big feet. *kneels, and then hesitates*

Showtime: What is troubling you? *yes, he knows what's going to be brought up, but if he can also help alleviate the youngster's concerns, all the better*

Orion: *quietly, that voice that he inherited from his father holding trouble and uncertainty* Father called.

Showtime: Oh? What news did he call with?

Sharpshot: *low growl*

Orion: *heavily* He says to leave Haven and go to a planet in the arm of the galaxy.

Showtime: *small nod* Then we should heed his request.

Orion: *soft grunt as Polaris bumps into him in quest of snuggles* Yes, sir.

Sharpshot: *muttering as she gets a bit squished*

Showtime: Help me up?

Cygnia: *hands nearly as large as her baby brother's, but slender, gently scoop them up and lift them to their feet*

Sharpshot: *startled squeal as she's lifted*

Showtime: *wince wince wince* *soothing clicks for sister*

Polaris: *squeal of distress*

Orion: *rumble of comfort for baby brother*

Showtime: *reassuring Sharpshot that there's no danger, and trying to get his sensornet to stop fritzing on him*

Sharpshot: *trembling now*

Cygnia: *gentle touch for Aunty's back, and the soft clicking that soothes*

Sharpshot: *intakes hitching, clicks*

Showtime: o.<. *circulating slowly and reassuring family that he's alright*

Orion: *softly* The others are packing. Sirius has checked the ship.

Showtime: Alright. How long before we depart?

Orion: You need to talk to Max.

Showtime: *small nod* I shall do so. *tries to relax against Cygnia, winces as sensors misfire*

Cygnia: *softly, her deep alto full of compassion* Are you sure you're up to being moved?

Showtime: It's nothing serious, Cygnia. I'll be alright with rest.

Sharpshot: *click*

Cygnia: *quietly* You said that before that bad spell, too.

Showtime: We'll be seeing First Aid again soon. And there's another medic there as well.

Cygnia: *soft sigh that calls her mother to mind, and then Showtime is gently lifted and held close to a chest that rumbles with powerful Prime life*

Showtime: *shutters his optics and circulates air*

Sharpshot: *fret*

Polaris: *hands gently surrounding his Aunty in one of his very rare offers to pick her up*

Sharpshot: *clickclickclickpop* *snuggles against the hands*

Polaris: *lifts her as carefully as his sister just picked up Uncle, then sits on the floor and holds her close. Hums... a perfect rendition of a song that she wrote long ago*

Sharpshot: *silent now*

Showtime: *soft chuckle. Will ping Fortress Maximus' comm*

Fort Max: *grumble* //Hmmm?//

Showtime: //How soon are we going to be leaving Haven?//

Fort Max: *more grumbling* //Never, if I had my say.//

Showtime: *gently* //I know we've been safe here, and that Haven has been home. But perhaps we'll be able to find old friends and new beginnings where Diehard and First Aid are.//

Fort Max: *quiet displeasure* //The young Primes are safe here. We need them to stay safe.//

Showtime: //There has to be a reason for Diehard's request. He wouldn't call us and ask us to leave here if he did not feel we would be safe at the intended destination.//

Fort Max: //...// *sigh* //Yes. You're right.// *voice is tired as the old soldier thinks of the ages of war he's known*

Showtime: //Do you feel there is time for resting before we depart?//

Sharpshot: *don't mind her. She's lulled herself into recharge again*

Fort Max: *anger and weariness vanish into concern* //Your bed should be secure even if I'm moving.//

Showtime: *soft, fond chuckle* //That is reassuring, Fortress Maximus. But I was meaning for yourself.//

Fort Max: *rumble of laughter that can be heard throughout his halls* //I've been resting a long time, youngling.//

Sharpshot: *sleeping clickstorm at the laughter*

Showtime: *more chuckle* //I suppose you have a point.//

Fort Max: *heaviness returns slightly to his voice* //As soon as the youngsters have finished tying down anything they think will move I can go.//

Showtime: //Then I suppose Sharpshot and I will be tied down as well?//

Fort Max: *startled silence, and then a soft hmmph* //Better not let them hear the idea. Cassiopeia and Sirius might take you seriously.//

Showtime: *soft chuckle* //It might keep Sharpshot out of your circuits for once.//

Fort Max: *soft rumble* //Polaris is doing a good job of that. Without frightening her.//

Showtime: //If things work out, then we may have more good days for her in the future.//

Fort Max: //What makes you think that?//

Showtime: //Where we're going is where Ratchet is.//

Fort Max: *respect* //Ahhhh. Ratchet will be able to catch her.//

Showtime: //He mentored First Aid, if I remember correctly.// *processor starting to wander a little*

Fort Max: //Your optics are flickering. You'd better get Cygnia to put you to bed.//

Showtime: //I will talk to you again soon, Fortress Maximus.// *quietly* Cygnia?

Cygnia: I've got you, Uncle.

Showtime: I need to go to my berth. *now that Sharpshot's asleep, the affects of her fretting and earlier squeal are catching up to him.

Cygnia: Alright. *holds him gently as she strides down the halls of the only home she's ever known*

Showtime: *drawing comfort from being held. Listens for anything else Primus or his Creator feels he needs to know at the moment*

Primus: *is content concerning Showtime right now. And also quietly joyful that three more of his children are sorted out and on the right side of the veil*

Showtime: *glad for that as well, and that he was able to help those three*

Primus: *some of the others will have bodies again soon* *gently* *one of the three is the one in Showtime's dreams*

Showtime: *quietly glad for that as well*

Primus: *Showtime will see her soon*

Showtime: *looking forward to that. Also looking forward to meeting Mira in person*

Primus: *laughing* *and Mira's mate?*

Showtime: *very soft chuckle* -We'll see how the first impression goes, and take things from there.-

Primus: *Grumbler is no longer alone.*

Showtime: *relief and gladness. Was starting to worry that she might not find anyone who complemented her personality*

Primus: *gentle teasing about how he always avoided the sour purple bot*

Showtime: -I didn't want to see Sharpshot in the infirmary on a regular basis.-

Primus: *quiet feeling of Mistfire finding someone too*

Showtime: *very surprised now!*

Primus: *wait till you see them together*

Showtime: *quiet amusement and thinking about who Mistfire could have picked*

Primus: *NOT telling*

Showtime: *he'll find out eventually, right?* *trying to pay the slight jag of pain that just worked its way through his systems no mind, as he doesn't want to make Cygnia worry about him*

Cygnia: *softly* We're here. *lowers herself to one knee and gently sets him down on the big warmed and padded bed*

Showtime: *soft sigh of relief* *quietly* Thank you, Cygnia. Polaris remembers where Sharpshot's berth is, right?

Cygnia: *gentle smile* Orion won't let him forget.

Showtime: *soft chuckle. Blinks as he remembers something* Polaris spoke, earlier.

Cygnia: *pauses in bringing another of his soft coverings over to his bed* Spoke?

Showtime: He called Sharpshot "Aunty".

Cygnia: *wide smile even as she offers the blanket* Ohhhh. Did you record it? Or do you want me to?

Showtime: Would you, please? *reaching for the blanket, will ignore the trembling of his hands for now*

Cygnia: *softly* Once Aunty's repaired maybe Mom can repair you, too. *gently lays the blanket over him*

Showtime: *quietly* We'll just have to wait and see. *starting to nod off now that he's got a cover*

Fort Max: *voice rumbles from an overhead speaker* We'll be passing Tau, should we stop there?

Showtime: *soft 'heh'* Might as well... See if Viisaus 's 'round...

Fort Max: Alright. I'll be ready to repel boarding attempts.

Cygnia: *blinks with surprise at Fort Max's reply*

Showtime: *absently* Mhm...

Fort Max: Alright, use it now, Cygnia.

Cygnia: *tags Uncle*

Showtime: *startled blurt, slips into recharge*


Later, just outside of Tau space


Showtime: *still asleep, and talking to Miracle as he dreams* -We're stopping at Tau Station first. There's business to attend to there, and people to add to our crew.-

Mira: *snort* -Those guys're crazier than I am.- *pause* -I found my mom.-

Showtime: -Oh? Does she know?-

Mira: -*beep*, yeah, she knows. I told her.-

Showtime: -Miracle...- *concerned now*

Mira: *thinks about Sunstreaker's face, is snickering softly at the femme's reaction*

Showtime: *startled sound* -I recognize her!-

Mira: -Yeah?- *curious*

Showtime: -Not by name, but I recognize her face.-

Mira: *silent for a few moments* -She looked different before...-

Showtime: -That's the face I recognize, Miracle.-

Mira: -...Maybe you'll get ta meet her someday.- *is kind of getting whispers of how the mech feels about Sunstreaker, and that the two will be together someday*

Showtime: -Soon.- *very certain about that*

Mira: -... If you say so.- *thinking to herself that there's something very familiar about the mech, but she's not sure what yet* *has fond memories of talking to this guy for as long as she can remember being sentient*

Cygnia: *hits Uncle with a sedation reversal tab*

Showtime: *startles and Miracle's voice fades from his processor until it's a ghost of a whisper* *bleary blinking as he moves to sit up*

Cygnia: *studies him with those shrewed but kindly blue eyes* We're at Tau. Viisaus just taught Orion some new words while arguing with Sirius.

Showtime: Oh, dear. *stretches and feels stiff joints moving. His long sleep reset his sensors, so for now, he's functioning as well as he usually does* I'll speak with Viisaus.

Cygnia: And Aunty's on the ceiling of the atrium, watching Polaris step on Dad's plants while he walks around and tries to see her.

Showtime: ... Let's get Sharpshot off of the ceiling first, then I'll speak with Viisaus.

Cygnia: And I think Cassie's flirting with the big navy-coloured guy who stuck himself to the view screen.

Showtime: *slight frown, will listen to see who Cassiopeia is flirting with*

Primus: *shows him Torque*

Showtime: *soft chuckle* Torque, at least, is honest and has good intentions.

Cygnia: *as she straightens and walks away* Nice shoulders, too.

Showtime: *more chuckling, gets out of bed. Will head to the atrium*

Polaris: *excited sounds as he stumbles around and tries to see Aunty up there high!*

Showtime: *calls to the excited youngster*

Polaris: *huhwhat?* *looks down, and then trips over a planter in his hurry to come see Uncle after Uncle's been gone for so long!*

Showtime: *gentle clicks, reaches to be picked up*

Polaris: *makes sure his feet are still there in the right place, then makes sounds to the planter before lifting Uncle carefully and holding the smaller bot to his chest. Soft croon. Yes, a new sound* *doesn't look up as Sharpshot lands on his shoulder from above*

Showtime: *gentle patpats and clicks. Will also talk to Sharpshot, who clicks back slowly*

Polaris: *happy "conversation" for a moment, but then he cocks his head and looks up as Fort Max speaks from overhead*

Fort Max: Viisaus is saying very rude things about you, Showtime.

Showtime: Is it anything that can be repeated around the younger ones? *doesn't think so, but it wouldn't hurt to hope, right?*

Fort Max: He doesn't seem to use many curse words, and he's already displayed those for Sirius, Cassiopeia, and Orion. But I'd rather not repeat the insults.

Showtime: Very well. Let's go speak to him, then.

Polaris: *recognized "go"! Is excitedly focused on Uncle as he waits to see where he's to go*

Showtime: *patpats Polaris* Where's Orion? *knows that the best way to get Polaris to go where needed is to mention a family member*

Polaris: *perks and clicks, then heads out of the atrium and down the halls till he comes to the bridge, where Sirius is spitting hotheaded challenge at the big bruiser on the forward viewscreen, who is grinning at the girls*

Orion: *turns, and then hurries to meet the new arrivals* I'm not sure what to do here, Uncle.

Showtime: Let me try talking to him.

Orion: Which him? Viisaus or Sirius? *winces as his brother delivers Viisaus' repertoire to Torque*

Showtime: Viisaus. Sirius, go sit in the corner.

Sirius: *turns and flashes his Uncle a look that says he's a little too angry to be reasoned with at the moment*

Orion: *goes and grabs slightly smaller brother in a headlock and drags him off the bridge*

Sharpshot: *growls quietly*

Showtime: *soft sigh, attention on the viewing screen* Torque, where is Viisaus?

Torque: //He was talking on that screen over there, I think. Who are these ladies?//

Showtime: They are my family. Please don't flirt with them. *will ping Viisaus' comm*

Torque: *hurt look*

Showtime: *to Torque* There's going to be someone coming who you'll want to talk to. You should go get ready for them.

Viisaus: *grouchy expression is a go* //Don't tell my second what to do, Showtime.//

Torque: *head has turned* //Viisaus, I just saw two Seekers heading toward the main base.// *more quietly* //One's really small and silver.//

Viisaus: *head snaps around to look at another screen* //What?!//

Torque: *as he pushes away from the screen he'd been clinging to on Fort Max* //She's come back, even though you told her not to.//

Viisaus: *expression darkening* //It's not safe for her here!//

Showtime: *calmly* That's why we're here, Viisaus. Haven is safe, and waiting for your people.

Torque: *stops as the larger Seeker circles him* //...What? What are you looking at?//

jet: *arches away, trailing female laughter over comms*

Viisaus: *frowning at Showtime now* //What are you talking about?//

Showtime: Just follow this map, and you'll have a safe passage. *sends the map of the safe way to the moon between the twin gas giants* It's also very resource rich.

Polaris: Good! Good, good, good!

Cassiopeia: Eeee! Did you hear that?

Cygnia: *laughing*

Viisaus: //...How resource rich are you meaning?//

Showtime: *amusedly* The miners won't run out of things to dig up for several lifetimes.

Viisaus: *surprised and distracted from worrying about his mate*


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