bv. Autobot Base. New Arrivals Part 4

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((Warning: 'Age of Extinction' spoilers continued from here))



outside


Mistfire: *sees Ratchet coming toward her with the humans, and walks off without even a smirk at him*

Ratchet: ... *soft sigh, will bring Joshua and Tessa to Joshua's car*

India: *sitting on the roof of the car, to the mirth of the driver of the other black car that's sitting out here now*

Tessa: *perks up. She likes the lady sitting on the car* Hey, India! *wave*

Joshua: *one with his facepalm now that he's a little calmer*

India: *dark eyes twinkle with amusement* What did you do this time, girl?

Tessa: *brat grin* Called Joshua a loser. *yeah, right*

Joshua: Optimus Prime is back. *warily keeping an eye out for India's boss. That woman scares him!*

India: *quirks a brow, and then slides off the roof of the car and goes to the other car to knock on the back window and lean inside*

voice inside the car: *startled squawk*

Tessa: *snickerfit*

Joshua: *glad to be set down, beeline for his car, and relative safety*

Dutch: *sticks his head out the driver's window of the Presidential limo and hoots cheerfully at Joshua*

President Pratt: *emerges a few moments later, tucking her phone into her pocket* You're lucky I'd just finished that mission, India.

Dutch: *Joshua mockery forgotten in dismay that he didn't get out fast enough to open the door for his boss* Oh man...

India: What mission was that, sir?

President Pratt: The one with the cart and the gummy bears.

Dutch: *pauses halfway out of the car* Wait, what?

India: *smirks at the stupid Dutch*

President Pratt: That game I downloaded onto my phone this morning. I've been playing it whenever we've been on the ground for more than half an hour. This level's got missions where you have to run supplies and dodge obstacles. *grin*

Dutch: ...You told me zhat gummi bears vhere not supplies.

President Pratt: In the game, they're obstacles. *nodnod*

Dutch: *closes the door. Thoughtfully* Like zhat vone zhat you stepped on und stuck your sock to zhe floor last veek?

India: *amused*

President Pratt: ... Yes. *sigh* And I'm glad neither of you thought to film it and post the video on youtube.

Dutch: *looks mystified*

India: *looks evil*

Tessa: *shares a grin with India*

Ratchet: *watches as Joshua's convoy begins to leave* Honestly, that man needs to learn to relax.

India: *glances up* Man needs a girlfriend, Doc. Like you. *has said this before, it's fun to make the eyesore sputter*

Ratchet: ... *long suffering sigh, sets Tessa down* I do not.

Tessa: ... You totally do.

President Pratt: Yeah. Then maybe you won't be such a stick in the mud.

Dutch: *happy grin* Having zhe vright voman in your life is beautiful!

India: *snerks at the dork*

Ratchet: *epic stinkeye for the German man*

Dutch: *gonna keep grinning!*

Ratchet: *frustrated growl, will move to find someplace to sit where he can be warmed by the sun*

India: *snerk* Great host. *glances toward the far off sound of an explosion and whooping*

Dutch: *meeped at the boom*

President Pratt: *startled squeak, grabs Dutch's arm*

Mistfire: *notices Ratchet's far away from the humans, so she wanders over to see what they want* *laconically and with uncharacteristic sullen anger flavouring her words* Yo.

Ratchet: *quiet sigh, pats the ground beside him in an offer*

Mistfire: *notices that, and forgets the humans. Starts to walk toward Ratchet, but then remembers what Optimus said and turns on her heel to return to the humans* So, can I help you guys?

President Pratt: *kind of hiding behind Dutch now* What was that?!

Mistfire: *shrug* Optimus said to stay away from the Doc. *oblivious as another explosion echoes through the area*

President Pratt: *ducks and squeaks*

Mistfire: *blinks as Dutch does the same while trying to be protective of the President* Ohhh, you mean that?

President Pratt: Yes. *so spooked*

Ratchet: *frustrated expression where he's sitting*

Mistfire: *shrugs* Cade, Charms, 'n some of the guys playin' with bat *poop*.

President Pratt: ... Ewwwww.

Tessa: At least the bats are gone for now.

Mistfire: You guys here ta see anybody in particular? *bit of her smirk shows as she looks at India*

India: *unamused look back*

President Pratt: Er... I came to talk to Colonel Lennox, and see if there was anything else the base needs besides the usual supplies.

Mistfire: Ahh. He's probably around here somewhere. *hand up to show that she's going to comm the Colonel* Sure ya don't wanna talk ta Optimus instead?

President Pratt: Wait, when'd Optimus get back?

Mistfire: Less'n an hour ago. Nightwish brought 'im home. *gladness in her quiet voice*

President Pratt: ... Who's Nightwish?

Mistfire: *snerks* The dame nobody sees.

President Pratt: ... Okay then.

Mistfire: Seriously. She's a Blackbird.

President Pratt: Ooooh. Like the big guy in Egypt?

Mistfire: *smirk* Like him times twenty.

President Pratt: Coool. *grin*

Mistfire: You gonna drive in? *hand on the gate*

President Pratt: *blink* Oh! Yeah, that might work better, huh?

Mistfire: Ya think? Hey, watch the paint, India.

India: *inside the gate, standing beside Mistfire and looking like she knows nothing*

President Pratt: *lets go of Dutch's arm and heads for the car*

Dutch: *hurries to open the door, fussing softly all the while*

Mistfire: How long those two ben an item?

India: *smirk* Over a year.

Mistfire: *snerks and opens the gate*

Ratchet: *rumbling quietly from where he's seated*

Mistfire: *lets the car in and then nods toward the infirmary building before closing the gate and taking a sentinel position next to it* See ya 'round, India.

India: *absent wave as she runs to catch the car that Dutch is gleefully driving away from her*

Lennox: *over wide band comms* //Alright, you guys. I think we've filled in the hole well enough. Why don't you all go get cleaned up and try not to scare the President's bodyguard?//

Ratchet: *will ping Mistfire's comm and invite her to join him in the sunshine*

Mistfire: *smirk vanishes and her shoulders lift slightly. Doesn't look toward him* //Optimus sez no.// *stands a little straighter* //Besides. I'm on gate.//

Ratchet: //When someone comes to relieve you... I would like it if you would join me out here.//

Mistfire: *body language says she's indecisive and doesn't think she should* //You tryin' ta get Prime slagged at me?//

Ratchet: //I can handle Optimus.//

Mistfire: *fidget*

Ratchet: *will ping Optimus' comm* //By the way, sir. You need to mind your own business sometimes.//

Optimus: *amused and surprised* //What did I do this time, Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //I was enjoying Mistfire's company earlier.//

Optimus: *surprised silence for a moment* *then* //Ah. I... couldn't tell.//

Ratchet: //If you had asked, I would have explained so earlier. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see if she wants to enjoy the sunshine with me.//

Optimus: *understands the subtle request under the snark* //Mistfire. I rescind my orders concerning Ratchet.//

Mistfire: *lifts her head without turning away from the gate* //Yessir.//

Ratchet: *satisfied rumble* *will ping Mistfire's comm again* //When someone comes to relieve you, would you like to join me out in the sunshine?//

Mistfire: *without turning* //You know 'Wish is up there.//

Ratchet: //Then what's stopping you from coming to join me?//

Mistfire: *folds arms and looks ornery*

Ratchet: //Mistfire?//

Mistfire: //You think I'm just gonna come runnin' when you call?// *attitude full of defiance, and her turned back hides the amusement in her eyes*

Ratchet: //No, but I at least require an answer//

Mistfire: //You require.// *snort*

Ratchet: //I suppose I could ask someone else if they'd like to sit out in the sunlight with me.//

Mistfire: //With that ugly old chassis?// *whoops, her real feelings for that ugly old chassis got out in her voice*

Ratchet: //Now you're just being stubborn.// *can you hear the fond amusement in his voice, Mistfire?*

Mistfire: *warning flash* //Don't talk down ta me, old man.//

Ratchet: //Then come and do something about it.// *absently notes that Mistfire is no longer by the gate*

Mistfire: *shoulder tackle from the side!*

Ratchet: *startled obscenity*

Mistfire: *poke!*

Ratchet: *squawks and flails, careful not to accidentally hit her*

Mistfire: *gonna get you, Ratchet!*

Ratchet: *squawks and moves to pin Mistfire*

Mistfire: *puts up a good fight, but she wasn't expecting him to try that pin!* Ack! *bleep!*

Ratchet: *oh so serious as he looks her in the optics* You've been bad.

Mistfire: *pauses in the midst of headbutting him and looks up, her eyes starting to twinkle* Sez who?

Ratchet: *optics starting to twinkle as well* Says me. *tickle attack!*

Mistfire: *almighty and unprintable screech, and then she's laughing and squirming and trying to get her feet up to boot him*

Ratchet: *determined to give as good as he got earlier!*

Mistfire: *boots him repeatedly in the side, still furthering his vocabulary and laughing in the meantime*

Ratchet: *squawking, trying to dodge kicks and trying to tickle Mistfire at the same time*

Mistfire: *FLIP! Pin!* *grin*

Ratchet: *awk!*

Mistfire: *smirrrrk* Who's bad now?

Ratchet: *sticks his chin out* According to whom?

Mistfire: *soft snerk* You gonna be good 'n come quietly?

Ratchet: *optics sparkling in mischievous challenge* I would love to see you make me.

Mistfire: Zat so? *smirk*

Ratchet: *regrets nothing! Right now, at least* Yes, it is.

Mistfire: *applies painless sedation!*


meanwhile, elsewhere on base


Lumen: *sitting next to Grumbler and contentedly pretending to feed his baby with the toy baby bottle that Tessa gave him*

Grumbler: *absent arm around Lumen's shoulders as she sits and watches Ordnance*

Ordnance: *telling the President all about the Prime's sons*

President Pratt: *doing her best not to bounce in place and squeal with delight as Ordnance talks about the newest born*

Grumbler: *glances at Lumen* The milk's gone. Tip it back and let it refill.

Lumen: *blink blink, soft chirp, will do so*

Mira: *still getting over the novelty of a toy meant to feed dollbabies*

Ordnance: *finishes telling about the young Primes* Oh yeah, and that's Grumbler. She, Kipper, 'n Nightwish came with Diehard.

President Pratt: Nightwish is the one that nobody can see, right?

Ordnance: *blinks* When she's got her cloak up, I guess.

Lumen: *soft, excited clicks as he watches the "milk" refill in the bottle*

President Pratt: And who's Kipper?

Ordance: *jerks a thumb at three big female bots who are lurking off to one side*

President Pratt: *blinks and looks* ... They're all Kipper?

Ordnance: Yup. Came from the same lab Nightwish did.

President Pratt: Huh. Okay. *nod*

Lumen: *is a clickerfit as he gently burps his baby*

Ordnance: You remember Devastator? *pokes his wife to make sure she's still there despite strange silence*

Mira: *awks and swats at husband finger*

President Pratt: Yeah. I remember that guy.

Ordnance: Kipper's like that, only she actually works.

President Pratt: *both brows up* Actually works?

Mira: Devastator was *bleeped* up. Being linked up like that probably hurt like a *unprintable*.

Ordnance: *nod nod* *seriously* What she said.

President Pratt: ... *wincing as she imagines what that must've been like*

Lennox: Drift are you looking through the cards? *has a friendly game going with soldiers, bots, and a Yeager or two*

Drift: No, I am not.

Flashpoint: Lahk *bleep*, y'u ain't.

Windblade: You are as well, Flashpoint.

Scorn: *about ready to roast Crosshairs' aft again, is getting bored*

Air Raid: *looks at his wife with wide eyes* You were?

Flashpoint: *light swat for husband's leg* W's not.

Air Raid: Okay. *looks at Windblade* She was not.

Epps: *snerk* But Drift was.

Drift: ... Well, since Ratchet isn't here to do the same thing, someone had to.

Lennox: *frowns at the young samurai bot* Isn't Ratchet on duty?

Drift: ... I do not know.

Air Raid: *intent on sorting his cards* He's getting drunk off Mistfire.

Flashpoint: *snickerfit*

Drift: ...

Windblade: *facepalm*

Epps: Wait, what?

Lennox: ... *giving Air Raid a funny look*

Air Raid: What?

Flashpoint: *to Lennox and Epps* Mistfahr prolleh kissed 'im 'til 'is 'ead spun.

Lennox: Mistfire... *expression says he cannot believe this*

Flashpoint: *slight shrug, shifts so she can use Air Raid's lap as a pillow* Ain't lahk she's 's crazeh 's s'me gals.

Scorn: *just illustrated Flashpoint's point by setting Crosshairs' aft on fire again*

Crosshairs: *YELP! Unprintable as he moves to put the flames out. Again*

Lennox: Scorn, what are you doing? *scowls up at the big Dinobot*

Mira: Well, if he'd just shut up and kiss her, she wouldn't need ta set his *butt* on fire.

Epps: Wait, what? *just nearly dropped his cards as he stares up at the little green woman*

Lennox: *is facepalming as some of the other men snigger*

Mira: *ignoring Crosshairs' unprintable streak* *shrugs a shoulder* Either that, or she could jes' loot him.

Cade: *glances over from his cards* Loot him? Has he even got anything worth taking?

Ordnance: *snigger*

Mira: Not like takin' his stuff, Cade.

Cade: *lifts brows* Then what do you mean?

Tessa: *peeks at Shane's cards*

Mira: Like the Keylendar. Gals make off with the guy they wanna marry. *jabs her thumb in Ordnance's side* It's how I got fat*aft*, here.

Shane: *pauses with hand on Tessa face* Wait, what? Don't the guys get a say in it?

Ordnance: :D Nope.

Mira: ... *confused look for you, Shane*

Lumen: *click, pop* I loot.

Grumbler: *kisses him on the helm* Yup. You're good loot.

Mira: Wait, what?! *head snaps in Grumbler and Lumen's direction, 'wings nearly vertical*

Shane: The guy just gets carried off without... huh? *also looks toward those two*

Grumbler: *content smile that looks out of place on her sour face* *quietly* This is my mate.

Lumen: *snuggles against her* Mine.

Mira: ...

Cade and Lennox: *quietly watching this*

Air Raid: Has it been witnessed yet? *absently shows his cards to Flashpoint*

Flashpoint: *advises which cards to ditch* Ah'll witness 'f y'all need witnesses.

Lumen: *confused now*

Mira: *on her feet*

Ordnance: *chuckles as he watches his wife*

Grumbler: *sitting and calmly watching Mira*

Shane: *all colours of confused, and acking because Tessa just licked his hand*

Mira: Lu, Move. *oh so serious*

Lumen: *optics wide*

Grumbler: I'm not fighting with the little people here.

Mira: Fair 'nough. Let's go.

Grumbler: *turns to Lumen* Be right back. Gotta kick your sister's *aft*.

Lumen: *clickstorm, hugs his baby and frets quietly*

Grumbler: *tips up his face and gives him a peck* Keep an eye on the humans for me.

Lumen: *soft chirp, nod*

Flashpoint: -Th's'll be good.- *moving to sit up carefully*

Air Raid: *watches as Grumbler stands and walks away*

Lennox: *facepalming as Epps chortles and some of the other men take bets*

Shane: *bewildered still* What just happened here?

Flashpoint: Mira 'n Grumbler 're gonna duke 't out. Mira's jes' makin' sure Lu'll be 'n good 'ands.

Lumen: *soft clickstorm*

Shane: Um... what?

Epps: Weddin' formalities. *chortle*

Shane: ...Between the ladies?

Ordnance: Grumbler'd kick my *aft*.

Flashpoint: Mira's Keylendar-raised. Meanin' th' ladehs 're th' boss 'f stuff, f'r th' most part.

Air Raid: Because ladies is all they have.

Shane: What?

Epps: Really?

Flashpoint: *nods and informs the humans about the male-to-female birth ratio of the Keylendar people*

Lennox: *quiet surprise* How do they survive?

Flashpoint: Usualleh bah lootin' a gah 'f anothah race 'n 'avin kids wit' 'im.

Lennox: So the Keylendar isn't really a race, but a culture?

Ordnance: Nah. Those ladies have some strong coding.

Flashpoint: *nods* Ah've met 'un, 'un tahm, th't 'ad two sons.

Ordnance: Wait, what? *nearly gave himself whiplash there*

Flashpoint: 'Er 'usband c'mes fr'm a lahn 'f twins... 'N th' boys're twins, too. Ah dunno 'ow th'y managed 't.

Air Raid: Oh yeah. She says her babies are hybrids too, remember? Their dad's one of us.

Ordnance: *blank stare*

Flashpoint: Oh, yeah. Th't's rahght. *blinks a bit* Wondah wh'ther th'y used 'n LOL.

Air Raid: They had to have.

Cade: Laugh out loud?

Flashpoint: *headshake* 'T's s'me kahnd 'f spell 'r 'nchantment.

Cade: *expression says it all* Yeah, right. *looks up as a form hurtles over* Good thing the roofs are strong.

Mira: *string of obscenities in multiple languages, including Cybertronian*

Flashpoint: ... Ah di'n't know th't 'un! *grin*

Ordnance: *jumps to his feet and runs after his wife, stepping on Drift in the process* Oh! Oh! I got it! I got it!

Drift: *startled blurt*

Windblade: *moving to make sure Drift isn't hurt*

Tessa: That'll leave a mark.

Ordnance: *gleefully from over there* I got it! I got it! Woohoo!

Lennox: *looks for the President to see why she's so quiet*

President Pratt: *snuggling Dutch, and warily watching the skies*

Lennox: Madam President, are you alright?

President Pratt: What was that, just now?

Lennox: *keeps from smiling* That was Mira. Ordnance caught her.

President Pratt: ... Do I want to know why she needed catching?

Flashpoint: Nope.

Grumbler: *calls from over the little hill* Are you coming back, or did I win?

Mira: *trying to get Ordnance to put her down* Not on your life, *beep!*

Ordnance: Aww, c'mon, Babe. You're just buggin' Lu.



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