Nexus and MTMTE. /Lost Light/ and Jurassic World. LOLs and Raptors

[dens_extra_pups]

scruffy chick: *pops up at random and slaps Rodimus in the knee with a paddle* Welcome to humanity, glitch head. Go show your girlfriend.

Rodimus: *startled squawk*

scruffy chick: *sniggers maniacally and then runs off hitting herself on the butt with the paddle*

Rodimus: ...That is so not fair.

Denpup: Know what they say in Poland? "Tough *poop*-ski". *walks by and whaps Rodimus on the PINPoint, sending him home from the Nexus*

Rodimus: *more startled squawk*

Nightwish: *from where she's talking with the captain over to one side of the bar* Just in time, Roddy. We have a mission. Travelling. *sudden startle and she turns to look down at him* What the *beep*, Roddy?

Rodimus: I swear I didn't do this on purpose!

Flashpoint: Do wh't? *curious* *will come over to investigate* ...

Nightwish: That's not his avatar. He's been humanized.

Cuddles: Purk purk? *sniff*

Flashpoint: ... Ah didn't realahze 'e 'ad 'n avatar.

Rodimus: Some person in the Nexus hit me with a paddle. And that was after the door to the training room dropped me in the Nexus! *gonna sulk. SO much sulk*

Cuddles: *can buff it and fix it? STROOOOPPPPP*

Rodimus: Awk! Down, Cuddles! *nearly knocked off his feet by the Buffer*

Cuddles: *peeps and nuzzles, then licks Bubby*

Rodimus: Awk! *trying to gently shove Cuddles' face away from his own*

Flashpoint: *to Nighwish* D' y'u wanna let Ambus know, 'r does th't fall undah mah duties 's captain?

Nightwish: *to the ceiling* Red, this doesn't need to be reported. He's better off lecturing afterward than worrying beforehand.

Red Alert: //Very well.// *then, dryly* //I'm in no mood to be on the receiving end of one of Strongarm's lectures today, anyway.//

Nightwish: *slight smile, and then turns back to her commander and her boyfriend*

Rodimus: *still trying to discourage face washings* And why the *bleep* does Cuddles' breath smell minty?!

Nightwish: *snorts* You were wondering where your sparkly lip balm went. *holds up a blu-ray case with a man on a motorcycle racing with raptors on the cover* Who remembers this?

Rodimus: ... *just connected the dots between his question and Nightwish's answer* Aw, man. Now I have to get more... *attention going to the blu-ray case* Didn't we show that last week at movie night?

Flashpoint: *moving to lean against the counter* Th't's th't 'Stahlord' gah, rahght? *remembers when they watched "Guardians of the Galaxy"*

Nightwish: *dryly* Chris Pratt. Lancer's dream crush. Owen looks a little different from him. But then, so does Star Lord.

Flashpoint: *amused snort*

Rodimus: What does "Jurassic World" have to do with the mission?

Nightwish: *scowls* On our Earth the dumbafts managed to let their mosasaur get sick and die.

Rodimus: ... :/ Not cool.

Nightwish: We're bringing in some bouncers and their teams.

Flashpoint: Show th'm dumb *beeps* 'ow dahno's s'posed t' be done.

Rodimus: So which bouncers?

Nightwish: I haven't met them yet. Flash's dad said he's sending us the best of the best.

Flashpoint: *amused snort* Ma w's offered, but she said she needed t' knock 'eads 'eah. But she's th' 'un who recommended teams.

Nightwish: *with her own amusement* And she made sure to let me know that one of the teams has a Jade Dragon.

Rodimus: ... *grin* Cool.

Nightwish: *to Flashpoint* Are they ready?

Flashpoint: *slight headtilt* *nod* Th'y's waitin' f'r us.

Nightwish: *stoops and offers a hand to Rodimus and his loving pet*

Rodimus: *moving to climb onto Nightwish's hand*

Cuddles: *peeps and follows Bubby!*

Nightwish: *grins and gets Rodimus tucked into her cockpit* Cuddles, home.

Cuddles: *peeps and moves to scoot!*

Nightwish: *grins, and then turns and looks at her captain*

Rodimus: I'm not gonna get nuked in here, right? It's shielded? *hands against the glass*

Flashpoint: Le's git goin'. *pauses as something occurs to her* D' Ah need 'n avatar f'r th's, too?

Nightwish: I don't think you'll need one. We won't be on a mainland. The rescue ships should have theirs ready, though. And make sure there's nothing on them to pollute a salt water ocean. *slight twitch* Rodimus, stop blowing on the inside of my canopy and drawing in the steam.

Rodimus: Aww.

Flashpoint: *small nod, relaying the message* Th'y's waitin' outsahd 'n th' landin' pad.

Nightwish: You're the captain, Flash. *you should lead the way*

Flashpoint: *nods and moves to head out to the landing pad*

Nightwish: *walks along at her captain's side, her dark face breaking into a grin as a dapper tuxedo mini-marauder dances up to her in a merry jingle of bells* Sorry, Chico, you're just not my type.

Chico: *chirps and dances more*

Torque: *clickstorming and coming to get the mini-marauder*

Nightwish: *looks at her friend affectionately* Are you coming, Torque?

Torque: *Nodnod* Help deliver.

Flashpoint: *nods* She ain't gonna be 'lone. Ah called 'un 'f th' otha couriers t' 'elp.

Nightwish: Alright. *gentle hand on Torque's arm as she turns to look at the bouncers and their dinos* Wow, those are some brawny angels.

Francisco: *tilts his head humorously, and then makes a handsign before flexing to show his biceps*

Belladonna: *gives Frankie's tail a nip*

Jumpjet: Frankie, Bella, quit flirtin' 'n focus!

Nightwish: *stoops to set Rodimus on the ground and then shrinks down to her human mode* He just said he was buff, didn't he? *grabs long black hair and straightens it out, then looks up*

Jumpjet: ... The *bleep*? *hunkers down to get a good look at Nightwish and Rodimus*

Flashpoint: *to Nightwish* Yup. Frankie knows a few 'and sahgns. *to Jumpjet* Fanceh tech.

Nightwish: *apologetic grin up at the brawny law officer* I'll explain when we get back after this. Roddy, let go of my hair.

Rodimus: But it's soft...

Nightwish: And you'll look like a dork trying to walk through a portal and hold onto it.

Rodimus: ... *sulk*

Jumpjet: *amused snerk, rises from her crouch and barks orders at some of the mechs and femmes present* You lot, listen up. You're takin' orders from the small gal, 'n no lip, you hear?

Bouncers: *various reactions and affirmations*

Flashpoint: 'N 'f aneh 'f y'all git lippeh... *smirks and taps one fist against her open palm* Ah git t' sort y'all out.

Nightwish: *grins* So let's roll out. *turns to run lightly through the portal*

Rodimus: *whoops and chases*

Flashpoint: *herds Bouncers and Shoulder Angels through the portal*

Torque: *following with Chico and Swiftfoot*

shuttle bots: *bringing up the rear*


Jurassic World


Hoskins: Okay, now we're going to turn the raptors loose whether you go along with it or not.

Owen: But... AHHH! Now what the *beep*!?

Nightwish: No. You're not turning the raptors loose. They won't be able to do the job.

Hoskins: You've got no authority here. I'm in command... erk!

Nightwish: *holding Hoskins up by the front of his shirt* Swiftfoot, bring that to an evac point. You and Torque start moving people too. Be gentle, a lot of them will be afraid of you.

Swiftfoot: *nods and moves to deliver the fat guy*

Torque: *nodnod* *clickstorm for Chico* F-Find peoples.

Chico: *chirrrrrp, scoot!*

Torque: *follows Chico*

Rodimus: *to Owen* We're here to help keep things from going to *bleep* more than they already have.

Owen: Those are some of those *beeping* giant robots that came and tried to take over the entire *beeping* world!

Rocco: *puts his head down and sniffs the little angry and indignant guy*

Owen: Hey! *tries to look big and tough*

Rocco: *lick*

Rodimus: They won't hurt you. They're here to help, too.

Rockface: Yeah! We're here to help!

Nightwish: This is some of planet Terra's finest law enforcement officers, and their raptors. The guy washing you is Rockface's Rocco. The pretty green lady talking to your dinos is Lydia.

qBrainstorm: *studying those raptors over there restrained with their heads sticking out of the building* ...I don't know what you people have added into the gene pool, but you deserve to be kicked for it.

Lydia: *confused. Why babies not out and playing?*

Blue: *talking to the funny looking big raptor. So much talk*

Charlie: *issa boss! With his mouth held shut like the others'* *grumbles, gripes, and talks*

Owen: *pushes Rocco away and then stares at him* Why are these dinosaurs acting like puppy dogs?

Nightwish: Because they've been domesticated for thousands of years. Now do you want to stop arguing before Psycho beep gets in here and more people die?

Owen: Domesticated... *stares upward with surprise* Seriously?

Nightwish: Shoulder angels.

Rippleback: Every bouncer's friend.

Owen: *snaps a decision and calls quick words of reassurance to his raptors, then starts toward the gateway of their enclosure, only to stop dead when he hears that* What do bouncers have to do with this?

Rodimus: 'Wish, you just said "beep".

Nightwish: Shut up, Roddy.

Stahlfaust: We're the top tier of law enforcement on our planet. Like it or lump it.

Owen: *incredulous expression as he starts out again* You're *beeping* me.

Nightwish: They're a very respected group.

Owen: Wow. If your world's so great, what were you trying to take ours for?

Nightwish: We weren't, dork. That was the other guys. *absent check for boyfriend*

Rodimus: And the Autobots were trying to stop them.

Nightwish: What he said. Rodimus, that big derry girl's worrying about you. Let her give you a ride.

Rodimus: *blink* Oh. Okay. *will give the big green derry a chinscritch and then he's awking as Stahlfaust picks him up and sets him on the derry's back*

Rockface: *snort* That's a Jade Dragon, can't you see right?

Nightwish: I can see fine. I just don't know shoulder angels very well yet.

Stahlfaust: Rocky, quit runnin' yer *bleepin'* mouth, 'n help!

Owen: *meeps as he's lifted up behind Rodimus* You've got named breeds?

Silverspring: Singing guts too. *chuckles, though he's scanning the area as they travel*

Rodimus: And walking feather dusters.

Owen: *suddenly serious as he looks around* This is where we saw her last. She was chasing some kids toward the tourist centre.

Nightwish: *nods, her eyes on the shoulder angels, who are sniffing the air and grumbling*

Stahlfaust: *frowning* The Angels can smell her. *hand on the muzzle of the Jade Dragon Derry that Rodimus and Owen are riding* Easy, Charlotte.

Charlotte: *gesticulating emphatically* *can smell something and she doesn't like it. Won't let the peeps on her back down, either*

qBrainstorm: *scowling* They're not the only ones who can smell something they don't like.

Nightwish: I know what they did to her genes. I know they raised her totally unsocialized, too. And she's so psycho that she ate her sister.

qBrainstorm: ... *MASSIVE stinkeye for Owen* You people really *bleep*ed up.

Owen: Hey! I didn't do it. I didn't even know about this thing till they hauled me in to try and fix it after they broke it! And then they wanted me to use my raptors to kill it!

qBrainstorm: *scowl* *says something foul in Drachenschwarm*

Rodimus: ... Whatever he said, I'm agreeing with him.

Flashpoint: //Y'all done jawin' yet?//

Nightwish: //We're here, Flash. But it looks like the angels will be hunting by scent, since you told me not to spoil the fun.//

Flashpoint: //Ah see s'me stupid people.// *will describe the humans she sees* //Sh'ld Ah guide Torque 'n Chico t' 'em?//

Nightwish: //Sounds like more of that fat idiot's soldiers. Just grab 'em and dump 'em on a ship.//

Flashpoint: *chuckles* //Gotcha.// *sonic boom in the distance*

Owen: *looks up from leaning over to look for tracks and spoor* Was that a fighter jet?

Rodimus: Probably was Flashpoint...

Nightwish: It was. *looks toward the sound of a roar* And there's the *girl dog*.

Shoulder Angels, minus Charlotte: *heads down, tails parallel to the ground as they mobilize on cue from their Bouncer partners*

Stahlfaust: *subsonic rumbling*

Rockface: *similar rumbling, using a different tone. He and Stahlfaust aren't just communicating with their Shoulder Angels, they're talking to each other using the frequencies that their group of stormborn, the Thundertalkers, have utilized since their births*

Owen: *sitting up and watching the mobilization. Can feel the rumbling in the air and see that the beautiful alien dinosaurs are responding to it* *and then he's sitting forward with a shout* Watch out, someone let my raptors loose!

Rodimus: Aw, scrap!

Nightwish: *looks, and then reaches out a hand to scratch Charlie's eye ridge* They're not hunting. I think they're looking for you. Lydia, what'd you do? *doesn't turn as what sounds like all beep breaks loose among the trees*

Lydia: *headtilt. Babies wanted out! She helped!*

Charlotte: *gonna herd the babies closer to the big peeps!*

Nightwish: I'm starting to see why you people like Jade Dragons so much.

Owen: *mouth open, mouth shut* *finally* Why are they not trying to eat you???

Nightwish: To judge from all the talking? I think Lydia's told them the best way to get something to... eat. *watches as the knot of fighting dinosaurs breaks out of the trees*

Lydia: *gonna help Charlotte protect the babies and soft peeps!*

Shoulder Angels: *fighting as their instincts tell them to, by grappling instead of biting. They're also trying to herd Indominus Rex away from the Bouncers*

qBrainstorm: *watching as the hybrid animal roars, screams, and tries to kill the dinosaurs who are engaging her, his expression getting grimmer and grimmer* She's insane. There's no way to save her.

Owen: *didn't wibble and you never saw it*

Rodimus: *grimly* She'd try and kill again and again, with no end...

Owen: *quietly* She's already killed nearly every dinosaur in the park.

Nightwish: We know.

qBrainstorm: *turns to Owen* Where's her owner?

Owen: *grim himself now* She killed him.

Rodimus: *wince* Yeah... We'll stop her.

Nightwish: *looks to the doctor*

qBrainstorm: The only way we can stop her is by stopping her for good. She should have never been made.

Owen: *nods, biting his lip* What are you going to do?

Nightwish: *watches as the shoulder angels get Indominus Rex pinned*

qBrainstorm: We're going to offline her.

Nightwish: *quietly* Make it snappy, oldbot. They've got her.

qBrainstorm: *walking forward, will press something against the base of Indominus Rex's skull, and then there's a sharp crackle and the smell of ozone*

Nightwish: There. She's gone. Now I'll go take care of those embryos in the lab. *vanishes with a swish and a slight flash*

Owen: *facepalming and so misses the vanishing* More embryos? Not more Indominus?

Rodimus: Probably, if we're really unlucky.

Owen: *turns and looks back at him, choosing to talk to the person of familiar race, if funny looking eyes* So now what?

Rodimus: ... Er... You know, I have no idea.

qBrainstorm: *snorts*

Charlotte: *looking around now*

qBrainstorm: *gets something out of his passenger compartment* *to Owen* Think you've got room for one more in yer group?

Owen: *blinks at him* One more raptor? I don't know if there's room in the enclosure.

qBrainstorm: *snort* You don't need the enclosure anymore. *sets the mostly black, but with a white star on her forehead, Mini Marauder on the ground* This is Casey.

Casey: *chirrup? Headtilty, making her bell collar jingle softly*

Owen: *leans down so far that he's in danger of falling* Wow. You even got domestic colours.

Delta, Echo, and Blue: *looks up, see MOM, and talk to him!*

Rodimus: *hanging onto Owen's vest to keep him from falling* That's a Mini Marauder. They're how Quadriate bots say 'Dog'.

Casey: *chirrrp! Chirrrp!*

Owen: Are you serious? *and then he's yelping softly as the sleek black lady pet hops up to grab him*

Charlotte: *silent scoldies! You play nice, Minibutt!*

Lydia: *silently fussing*

Owen: *holding his breath as he looks the black female in the eye to assert that he's alpha*

Casey: *headtilty, chirps. And then she's cheeping as she falls off of the big raptor's back when she tries to show her belly*

Rodimus: Awk!

Owen: Whoa! *windmilling his arms now as he slides inexorably toward the ground*

Rodimus: *yelps as he gets brought along for the ride*

Charlotte: *catching peeps and fussing now!*

Stahlfaust: *moving to pick Casey up* *to Charlotte* Set 'em on the ground, Char, so they can meet Casey properly.

qBrainstorm: *snort* Casey'll roll over again. She wants belly scratches.

Owen: Seriously? *acks as he's licked* What is it with you things? HEY! Charlie, I see you!

Charlie: *tested Mom's reflexes, haha*

Casey: *cheeps and nips at the bad raptor's tail! You play nice!*

Charlie: *issa BOSS! Gonna jump on you, stranger baby!*

Casey: *gonna thump you, bad boy!*

Blue, Delta, and Echo: *0_0 Wow, they don't want any of THAT!*

Owen: HEY! Cut it... erk! *flails again as he's lifted into the air by the back of his vest*

Rockface: Let 'em sort it out. *sets the human down clear of the dinos*

Rodimus: *thinks about the movie* Don't you have a red-head to assure that you're still alive?

Owen: Not till I make sure nobody's getting killed here!

Stahlfaust: Mini Marauders don't kill things their size.

Owen: Do I need to point out that she's bigger than Charlie?

qBrainstorm: *from where he's still scanning Indominus Rex's brain* Casey's just disciplining Charlie. And he started it.

Casey: *sitting on Charlie too! And washin' his face!*

Rodimus: I don't think she's hurting him, Owen. *points to the raptors* He's gonna have a clean face though.

Silverspring: *comes over with his shoulder angels chirruping and talking up a storm with the occasional hand sign mixed in* Mini-marauders're protective. And that strain seems to be especially protective of little things and hurt things.

Woman: *suddenly there. Has short, spikey red and black hair, pointed ears, and is wearing just enough clothing to not be indecent* Mah cousins raise Mineh Marauders... 'N th't's 'un 'f Chico's siblin's, so she ain't gonna hurt none.

Rodimus: ... Flashpoint, what the *bleep?!*

Nightwish: *back a moment after the avatar's appearance* Need more clothes for this planet, Flash.

Flashpoint's Avatar: *blink blink* Ah do?

Nightwish: Yup. *points* Cover from there to there, and from there to there.

Flashpoint's Avatar: *bit of pixelation, and tube top and micro mini have become crop top and comfy mini* Th't bettah?

Nightwish: Yup. Are we done here?

Owen: *head whips around and he blinks, but woman in small clothing isn't as important right now as making sure his raptors are alright* Yeah, yeah. Domestic dinosaur. Got it. You guys cut it out! I mean it!

Casey: *crooning now. Is Boss, 'til little Boss says so!*

Charlie: *is dead. Is deeaaaad! Even stuck his tongue out and closed his eyes*

Owen: What the *beep*? *startled laughter*

Casey: *chirps and croons happily* *You is silly, new Bubby!*

qBrainstorm: *glances over, scans. Snorts* They do tricks?

Owen: Not that I know of. I don't know where he got this. *gentle and hesitant slap for Casey's flank* Move your butt, maybe he's squashed.

Casey: *up and crooning. Will move to groom the other raptors now, kthx*

raptors: *talking up a storm. Are very happy that she isn't challenging Mom. They like to test Mom, but they like him and respect him*

Casey: *crooning and chirping. Bubby was being naughty, but Boss is Boss, and you should always listen to Boss!*

Blue: *talk talk. Swinging headbutt that leaves Owen sitting on the ground gasping for breath. And then a question* *is meat for the pack? Looks toward dead dino*

Owen: *small wheezing sound. People who have seen 'Avengers' will know the type*

Rodimus: *doing his best not to snicker*

Casey: *headtilt, chirps and asks about dead dino. Is noms, Boss?*

Nightwish: *picks Owen up and pats him back into shape*

Owen: *gasps and then hiccoughs* What the *beep* was that?

Nightwish: *sets him down* Affection. She thinks you're sturdier than you are. She'll learn.

Casey: *worried chirp*

Owen: *ruefully rubs his solar plexus. Then realizes that Casey's talking at him* What?

Casey: *gentle gentle nudge and again with the questioning chirp. Dead dino is noms?*

Owen: *frowns at her, but then tentatively* Go to the compound.

Casey: *puzzled chirp. Doesn't know where that is, Boss, or she'd go there*

Owen: *frowns and looks at Charlie* Compound. Rats. Pigs. Compound.

Charlie: *okay!* *turns and runs away with his sisters following*

Casey: *chirps and scoots to follow new siblings!*

qBrainstorm: Now she'll know where the place is. You won't have to worry about losing her.

Owen: *looks up at him* Is there some kind of manual or something? We're not used to things like her here.

Silverspring: Why don't you ask him? *points to the black and white banded stringer shoulder angel who just hopped over the dead dino and is walking to see Owen*

Owen: ...Ask your dinosaur. *expression says he thinks big bots are nuts*

stringer shoulder angel: *chirping, crooning, and trilling. 'Talking' up a storm!*

haFlashpoint: Th't gah's y'urs too. Figured y'u c'ld use a Shouldah Angel.

qBrainstorm: He's the runt of his litter, and too docile to be a good bouncer's aid. Geronimo was going to just keep him as a family pet, but he'll be happier working.

Owen: *brows lift* Mine too? And I saw what he just did to Indominus. If that's docile I'll... AWK!

black and white stringer: *just picked new master up so that he wasn't shorter than most the other people anymore*

Owen: Put me down! *slightly angry*

bws: *tilts head, but does so carefully* *pat pat. Sing sing, chirp crooooon*

Owen: And what's with all the crooning? You think you're Elvis?

qBrainstorm: All he really did was help hold her down. He's not making a putz of himself the way the other Shoulder Angels are.

Owen: *looks over there and blinks at the head slapping and eye poking that's going on* ...What have you people done to dinosaurs?

Nightwish: At least they don't sniff butts and water down tires.

Rodimus: *SNERK*

qBrainstorm: *scowls at Owen* I could ask you the same *bleeping* thing.

Owen: *raises hands in surrender* Right. You're right. I'd rather see them acting like the Three Stooges than like something from a horror movie. *shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair* I... Now what?

Nightwish: Our lawyer is currently getting the park put into your name as a wildlife sanctuary.

Owen: 0_0 What am I supposed to do with it?

qBrainstorm: What do you *bleeping* think, squish-for-brains?

Legacy: *just arrived with a pop. Is floating above everyone...upside down* Take care'a dinos, hunt down stupid poachers, teach pack new jobs. That sorta thing. :D

Nightwish: *slight grin* Tend the babies that will be coming out of the lab, and help them live a healthy life. And most of the petting zoo inmates are still alive. Consider yourself a liaison of sorts.

Owen: *gobsmack staring at the girl in pinstripes and dark framed glasses*

Rodimus: *looks up* Oh, hey, it's the spook. *grin*

Legacy: *thrrpts Rodimus* Spook this.

Silverspring: *as the young stringer asks a question with voice and hands* You gotta name him, too.

Owen: How is she doing that? *blinks and looks up at the shoulder angel* ...Elvis. *attention back to the floating girl*

Legacy: *seriously* Spoiler alert.

qBrainstorm: Never mind that. Take this, and go take care of your lady.

this: *soft little warm slightly fuzzy green guy* Peep?

Owen: *eyes wide as he stares at the tiny thing in his hands* What the...

Legacy: Is glimmersprite. Tiny dino.

Nightwish: That's Brutus. He's a glimmer sprite, and he's the cuddly type.

Owen: *already automatically holding the little thing close as he slowly shakes his head* Great... Okay. I think I want to just go check on everyone, and then crash.

haFlashpoint: Ev'ry'un's safe. Th' injured're t' 'ospitals, 'n th' uninjured're 'oled up 'n 'otels.

Owen: ...Who's paying for that?

Silverspring: You'll pay us back pretty soon. *grin*

qBrainstorm: *snorts, and then he's frowning at Rodimus*

Rodimus: *hand on stomach, looks a bit queasy*

Nightwish: *head swivels at the same time* Rodimus, your blood sugar level's dropping.

qBrainstorm: *very concerned* When's the last time he ate?

Rodimus: *quietly* Breakfast.

Nightwish: Which was last night at the show.

qBrainstorm: *getting something out of subspace* I don't know what type of rations he needs, but this is safe for most organics. *will offer a meal bar to Rodimus*

Rodimus: ... *hesitantly accepting the offered meal bar*

qBrainstorm: *to Owen* Where's the nearest source of drinkable water? *knows organics need water as well as food, and he's not sure how long Rodimus has been human*

Stahlfaust: *offers the type of water bottle all bouncers keep on hand for their shoulder angels* Here.

Nightwish: *sudden shift of form, then takes the bottle and hunkers down while adjusting the nozzle* Ready, Roddy?

Rodimus: *nods, has taken a bite of the meal bar after unwrapping it and swallowed said bite. Will open mouth*

Owen: *stares at woman becoming giant robot woman, but just shakes his head and starts walking toward home*

Nightwish: *squeezes bottle and lets out a thin stream of water*

Rodimus: *will drink... and get some of the water all over himself in the process, but most of it's getting in his mouth, at least!* *sputters a bit as he drinks*

qBrainstorm: *looks around to the various bouncers and Shoulder Angels* We done here, people?

hFlashpoint: Ah th'nk so. *nods to where the bouncer teams have gathered and are holding the corpse of Indominus off the ground* Ah'm bettin' we's gonna fahnd a use f'r th't.

Nightwish: *looks up from watering her fiancé* ...Potash?

hFlashpoint: Prolleh.

Nightwish: *looks at Legacy* How's the legal part going?

Legacy: *grins and gives a double thumbs up* Time to get postcards for Fury.

Nightwish: *grins and looks at hFlashpoint* You hear that, Boss?

hFlashpoint: Le's git goin', th'n. *chuckle*

Legacy: *points at Rodimus* Can't fix that though. Gotta wait it out.

Nightwish: Eh, now he can taste all those things he's been wondering about. *scans Rodimus, and then hands the water bottle back to its owner and offers a hand to the transformed former captain*

Rodimus: *will climb up onto your hand, Nightwish*

Stahlfaust: *puts the water bottle away*

Nightwish: *looks at another being that just appeared*

Clara: *curls fluffy tail and looks at hFlashpoint* We've sent the pet teams to the zoos.

hFlashpoint: Alrahght. Th'nks, Clara.

Clara: *wiggles her whiskers in a smile, then straightens her tail* Who do I return the teleporter to?

hFlashpoint: *points to qBrainstorm* Give 't t' Chuckles.

qBrainstorm: *snorts*

Nightwish: *soft snerk* Don't pick on my old grouch.

hFlashpoint: *laughs and dissipates*

Nightwish: *grins at qBrainstorm, and then offers him her free hand* Everybody join up.

Silverspring: *grabs for qBrainstorm's other hand, laughing*

Rockface: *latches onto Silverspring's leg, also wraps his legs around Stahlfaust's ankle. Was being kicked while he was down and laughing about it*

Shoulder Angels: *holding onto their masters*

qBrainstorm: *grabs Nightwish's hand*

Nightwish: *quick glance, and then teleports JUST as Rippleback manages to touch somebody* *arrives next to the bar in Swerves, and then pauses and lifts her brows as she hears laughter and a steady stream of Minimus lecture*

Rippleback: That was close!

Rodimus: *attention going to the lecturing* ... The heck?

Nightwish: *lets go of qBrainstorm and walks over to where she sees a grinning Red Alert standing next to a gleefully flailing Inferno and two excited shoulder angels* Red, what happened?

Red Alert: *calmly, though he's got a massive grin on his face* I purchased a toy for dogs online, and had Benny and Beauty squeak it behind Swerve while he was drinking and talking with Downrush.

Nightwish: ...And then what happened?

Rodimus: 0_0

Red Alert: Downrush got a shower. And Smokescreen lost two bets to Skids, Getaway, and Tailgate.

Donder: And us. :D

Nightwish: *eyebrow* What bets were those? *glances over and sees that it's Smokescreen who's getting the lecture*

Red Alert: That I couldn't prank someone, which was the bet that cost Smokescreen the most, and that Swerve couldn't run that fast. It turns out that being pursued by an angry Quadriate is sufficient motivation to utilize one's maximum speed. I'm quite certain, however, that Downrush was anticipating sibling reinforcements.

Nightwish: *more brow quirk* Okay... And why did you decide to prank Swerve now?

Rodimus: Yeah! I missed it! D:

Red Alert: *simply* Because it's keeping Minimus busy, and gives you time to get Rodimus to the infirmary.

Nightwish: *slow smile* You are sneaky.

Rodimus: What? I'm not sick!

qBrainstorm: Quit arguing, youngling. Ratchet and I need to figure out what your dietary needs are.

Rodimus: But...

Nightwish: *hands him over to the old grouch* See you later, Roddy. *attention already going to where Flashpoint now has the big rubber chicken in her hand and Benny and Inferno are protesting*

Rodimus: *SO much sulk as qBrainstorm quickly takes him out of the bar and heads for the infirmary*

Red Alert: *will go and speak to the captain so that his shoulder angels and baby brother can keep their toy*


that night


Nightwish: *standing at a window in the ship, wordlessly looking out at the storm that's lighting the sky over the city*

Rodimus: *sitting on Nightwish's shoulder and watching the storm with her*

Minimus: *sleeping quietly. He wore himself out lecturing Smokescreen and Swerve, and now he's resting. Tucked in his blue blanket with him is the doll Verity gave him*

Nightwish: We've been here over a year.

Rodimus: *quietly* It's gone fast...

Nightwish: *also quiet* Yeah, well. We're going to be here awhile. Last night I went to check the place where the wormhole opens.

Rodimus: *small frown* Let me guess... Closed tight?

Nightwish: It will be for awhile yet. But I could see where it'll be. *sees a jet shape outlined against lightning*

Rodimus: Well, at least we know where to go when it's time... *absently fiddles with his new bracelet*

Nightwish: *nods as she watches someone's lights bounce across the tarmac down below* You should go to bed. Human bodies need to sleep.

Rodimus: *slight pout*

Nightwish: Cuddles'll keep you warm. *turns away from the window as the Seeker form falls flaming from the sky*

Rodimus: *sigh* Alright.

Nightwish: *gentle touch for his head, and then she passes from the room and her footsteps trail off into silence*




((Co-written with random_xtras))