MTMTE. Terra and Autobot Encampment on Cybertron. Reunions Pt 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Nightwish: *walking down the corridor beside the captain. Minimus is reclining in the crook of one arm, and Megatron is striding along at the captain's shoulder as Strongarm perches on his shoulder* *looks ahead and through a wall, then speeds up as she sees her fiancé hugging a bucket* What the *deleted*, Roddy?

Rodimus: *a bit shaky as he reaches for something to wipe his mouth with*

Flashpoint: Did 'e get fed mushrooms 'gain? *remembers the circus that happened when Verity, Serena, and Raoul found out about the former captain's allergy*

Nightwish: He's throwing up, not gasping.

Minimus: *frowning and trying to comm Verity now to ask about what Rodimus got fed this time*

Flashpoint: Ew.

Verity: //We haven't even seen him yet today.//

Minimus: //Alright... Leave him alone today, please.//

Verity: //...I thought he was going back to Cybertron with you guys.//

Minimus: //We haven't left yet, and that's really up to Nightwish.//

Nightwish: *pauses to offer him to Flashpoint, only to have the pass intercepted by a Megatron intent on cuddling* *slight quirk of a smile, and then she's opening the habsuit door and clicking reassuringly to the frightened buffer that's cowering under the desk and staring at Rodimus* Roddybutt, what did you get into this time?

Rodimus: *quietly* Whole box of twinkies...

Minimus: *facepalming*

Nightwish: *winces* Even people who are used to those things don't always get away with that. *bucket down the incinerator chute*

Rodimus: *just going to curl up, don't mind him* Never again...

Nightwish: *back and stoops to gently scoop him up* So you're off for going to Cybertron?

Rodimus: *quietly* Still wanna go.

Nightwish: Are you sure you're up to it? *glances up as Flashpoint and Megatron look in*

Rodimus: *getting that stubborn set to his jaw*

Nightwish: *quietly* Be sensible.

Rodimus: *seriously* I don't want regrets.

Nightwish: We're just going to scrape Prowl off the floor, reassure Bumblebee, and bring Fireflight home.

Megatron: *grunts as the last mentioned mech gets him in a squish hug*

Optimus: *quietly, from the door* Is something wrong, Flashpoint?

Flashpoint: Rodimus w's urkin' earliah, 'n now 'e's bein' stubborn 'bout wantin' t' go t' Cahbertron.

Optimus: *looks over there with a frown of concern, and then glances at Flashpoint*

Fireflight: *still squishing Megatron, he looks up from grinning affectionately at Minimus and Strongarm* Not this time, Roddybutt.

Rodimus: *setting up to sulk*

Optimus: *gentle and firm* Rodimus. You know whose authority Fireflight speaks with.

Flashpoint: 'Sahds, Tracks said th're ain't aneh 'umans livin' 'n Cahbertron...

Rodimus: *sighs, nodding*

Cuddles: *peeking out. Is the scary all gone?*

Nightwish: *gentle nuzzle for Rodimus' bedhead, and then tucks him into the blanket nest there beside Cuddles* We'll be back soon. Do you want some 'Firefly' episodes?

Rodimus: *perks a bit at the mention of the favored show* Where was I last time I watched?

Nightwish: *hands him tiny human size tablet* I have nooo idea.

Rodimus: Alright... I think I can figure it out. *already trying to find where he left off*

Cuddles: *Must groom Bubby!*

Rodimus: *trying to fend off Cuddles affection and flip through episodes at the same time*

Nightwish: *gentle grin* I'll see you later, Roddy.

Rodimus: Tell Prowl to get the stick out of his aft.

Nightwish: *as she rises gracefully to her feet in the same motion as she turns to go* He's too flat for sticks right now.

Fireflight: *sobers as he looks over* All fall down. Hit the ground.

Flashpoint: *gently, to Fireflight* Th't's wah we's goin' t' visit.

Fireflight: Drift! Driiift!

Optimus: Drift?

Fireflight: Someone's waiting to see her. *distracted frown*

Flashpoint: Ah'll go fahnd 'er. *will move to head for the training room to check for the swordsbot*

Fireflight: *sudden deadpan* Mush.

Megatron: *facepalm*

Strongarm: *facepalm*

Flashpoint: //Found 'er. 'N found Bushi, too.// *far too amused* //Sh'ld Ah jes' bring 'em bot' t' where we're goin'?//

Optimus: //I think it might be better if we stay together.//

Flashpoint: //Sh'ld Ah bring Bushi, too, th'n?//

Optimus: //I think Wing would like to meet him.//

Flashpoint: //Alrahght.// *muffled grunt* //Drift, fer th' love'a pit...//

Nightwish: //Drift. You have to the count of three, and then I call Whirl.//

Flashpoint: *amusedly* //Serves y'all rahght, snoggin' wh'n y'u needed t' be payin' 'tention.// *carrying Bushi and Drift, one under each arm, with Drift's aft facing forward*

Drift: *SO mortified*

Minimus: Optimus, redirect Fireflight's attention? *knows what Fireflight will do when the youngster sees an exposed aft*

Optimus: *pulls out a bag of smallows and holds them out to Fireflight*

Fireflight: *glances at them and then frowns at Optimus* Megatron doesn't like me feeding him those.

Optimus: *soft grunt as his best distraction loses effectiveness. Puts them away and pulls out a simple adhesive jewel ornament instead* Here, talk to this so it'll know you.

Fireflight: *instant attention* You got me one? You got me a pet?

Optimus: I did. *offers the jewel*

Fireflight: *totally distracted, and quietly losing his mind with glee as he chatters to the jewel*

Flashpoint: *sets Drift and Bushi on their pedes* D' we got ev'ry'un goin'?

Bushi: *gravely* I have oft been told
One should put one's best face for'd.
I'm very embarras'd.

Strongarm: *more facepalm*

Drift: *hiding her face behind her hands*

Minimus: *pinching the bridge of his nose now*

Optimus: *couldn't hold in the groan*

Flashpoint: *snort*

Nightwish: Fireflight, are we ready? Is everyone here?

Fireflight: *hand flap. Is talking to the little winged troll doll who is floating at a comfortable conversational distance in front of him*

Flashpoint: *chuckles*

Optimus: *looks at her* I think we're ready.

Drift: *squeak!*

Bushi: *gives her a quizzical look*

Optimus, Megatron, and Strongarm: *ditto*

Minimus: *likewise*

Nightwish: *is looking at Fireflight*

Fireflight: *still talking to his pet*

Flashpoint: ... *raised brow ridge*

Drift: Something's here!

Nightwish: No. That was just Fireflight. It's alright.

Optimus: *his turn to pinch his nose*

Drift: *SO MUCH BLUSH* *will hide behind Bushi, kthx*

Bushi: *turns to put a comforting arm around his wife, his expression confused*

Minimus: *sigh* Let's just go.

Nightwish: First Megatron has to give you and Strongarm to Optimus.

Minimus: *small nod*

Megatron: *is currently totally distracted by Fireflight's pet*

otherProwl: *crept up and looked at Nightwish, then nodded and went into the habsuit to keep Rodimus and Cuddles company*

Minimus: *softly* Megatron, Strongarm and I are ready to go to Optimus.

Megatron: *little start, and then glances down at the two small people before realizing what was said and offering them to his mentor*

Optimus: *takes them carefully* Thank you. Are you comfortable, Minimus? *protective hand follows Strongarm up to his shoulder*

Minimus: *nods* I'm comfortable, Optimus.

Drift: *just now noticed that Strongarm is out of armor. Cue jaw drop*

Nightwish: *teleports at that moment. Drift arrives back on Cybertron looking like she's trying to catch bugs*

Drift: *surprised squawk*

Flashpoint: *snickerfit*

Bushi: *awed murmur about metal plains*

Drift: *quietly explaining about what part of Cybertron this is, a bit of sadness in her voice as she remembers things long past*

Megatron: *deep, glad, rumble* Bumblebee!

Nightwish: *turns and looks, her mouth curving up at the corners as she sees a little yellow bot get picked up and hugged*

Bumblebee: *stunned confusion on that little scarred face*

Minimus: *sitting up a little in Optimus' arms*

Drift: *startles as a pair of voices call her name* 0_0

Bushi: *looks that way, his expression showing calm interest*

Fireflight: *sudden squee and runs away, his pet twinkling in his wake*

white bot: *has red accents on their armor... and bears a resemblance to Drift* *laughs as he nearly collides with Fireflight, but a bit of quick footwork prevents said collision. Will hurry over with a grey and yellow bot and a smaller, cloaked figure following in his footsteps*

Drift: *wibble*

Nightwish: *quietly* Bushi, this is Wing. Your wife's mentor.

Wing: *small smile* 'Mentor' makes me sound old.

Nightwish: Deal with it. *smirk*

Wing: *amused headshake, then he's extending a hand to Bushi* I'm glad to finally meet the person keeping my sister out of most forms of trouble.

Bushi: *bows deeply and respectfully, in the process revealing the sword on his back* I'm honoured.

grey and yellow bot: Hey, Wing, he's got a sword too!

Wing: *chuckles* So does Drift, Gasket. *startled sound*

Drift: *just pulled Wing and Gasket in for hugs*

Bushi: *laughs, but then looks up as he hears the low scream of an approaching jet*

Optimus: *also looks up* *quietly* Starscream.

Megatron: *deep frown as his grasp on Bumblebee gets protective*

Bumblebee: *worried and afraid as she looks from Megatron to Optimus* He'll try to kill you.

Flashpoint: *scowl* 'E ain't gonna git th' chance.

Nightwish: No, 'Flash. This is my fight.

Flashpoint: Alrahght. *turns her back on the approaching Seeker, attention going to the tiny cloaked figure waiting patiently for introductions*

Bumblebee: Nightbird, you better find cover. There's going to be a dogfight.

Nightbird: *is the cloaked figure* *quietly* I will go back to Prowl and the Constructicons.

Wing: *to Nightbird* That's a good idea. It's warmer where they've holed up, too.

Nightwish: There won't be any danger.

Gasket: ... But Starscream fights dirty. *has been listening to people talk around camp*

Flashpoint: Nahghtwish'll kick 'is aft. 'N we'll git front row seats. *smirk*

Minimus: What happened to Prowl?

Bumblebee: *to Minimus and Flashpoint* That's Starscream!

Flashpoint: 'Wish 's special. She killed th' Livin' Mountain back 'ome 'n di'n't even git scratched paint.

Minimus: Starscream will likely be injured in the fight, but Flashpoint is correct. Nightwish will prevail.

Optimus: *sees the Aerialbots getting a bit miffed at Fireflight for not contacting them sooner and runs over there to speak to them. Never even looked up after the first glance*

Strongarm: *in her serious way* Nightwish is Batman.

Bumblebee: *is confused*

Minimus: I'm not sure I'd go that far... But she is certainly doing a better job at being Ultra Magnus than I ever did.

Bumblebee: ...Wait, what? *head swivels to look down at him*

Nightwish: *standing by Flashpoint and watching as Starscream comes into sight of the others* You might want to go *beep*slap Rattrap.

Flashpoint: *wicked smirk* Jes' tell me wh't Rattrap looks lahk.

Nightwish: *quick holo* He's that scurrying sound.

Flashpoint: *nods, then heads further into camp*

Nightbird: *pulls her cloak around her tighter* Perhaps now, we can do the work we were sent to do...

Nightwish: *leaps into the air, her wings snapping into sight as she transforms into the delta-wing jet. Tears past Starscream, which draws a shriek of angry startlement from the white, red, and blue jet*

Bumblebee: *hunkers down like a young quail in Megatron's arms*

Minimus: *gentle patpat* *quietly* Nightwish will not let us come to harm.

Drift: *just got Gasket in a headlock and is noogying him*

Gasket: *flailing and laughing*

Wing: *aside from the fact that he's fussing over Nightbird's cloak, he's totally calm and relaxed*

Nightwish: *relentlessly chasing Starscream away from the camp by flying right at the other flier*

Flashpoint: *found her target and is currently chasing him away from the camp too*

Rattrap: *shrieking blue murder and begging for mercy!* *and then he oils himself and faints as a white wing embeds itself into the ground on either side of him*

Starscream: *shriek of his own as his wings are cleanly blown away by two precise shots*

Flashpoint: *cackling as she goes into a swift climb, then does a flyover of the camp before spiraling down to land*

Nightwish: *transforms to watch where Starscream lands*

Bumblebee: *hushed and confused* She's not black anymore.

Minimus: She's in policing mode... Her change of paint reflects that.

Bumblebee: She looks like Ultra Magnus.

Minimus: She is Ultra Magnus.

Bumblebee: No she's not.

Minimus: She inherited the title from me.

Bumblebee: *frowns at him doubtfully, her expression that of a small bot who's been the butt of many, many jokes throughout her long life*

Minimus: *will quietly begin explaining about the Magnus Armor, Tyrest, and Load Bearers*

Bumblebee: *listens intently, her expression going from doubtful, to disbelief, to sadness as she looks toward where Optimus is surrounded by happily chatting bots*

Minimus: Optimus knows. As does Rodimus.

Strongarm: It's common knowledge.

Bumblebee: *looks up at her* ...Who are you?

Minimus: *and now he's blushing* This is Strongarm, of the DenYa Coalition.

Bumblebee: *big eyes snap down to his face, full of question*

Minimus: *more blush*

Megatron: *simplicity of the child that he is* She's Minimus' fiancée. They're going to exchange vows soon.

Bumblebee: 0_0 Really?

Minimus: *nods* Yes.

Bumblebee: *studies the blue and white woman*

Strongarm: I am not cybernetic, no. Though I've spent most of my life among cybernetic beings.

Minimus: The DenYa Coalition polices in deep space.

Nightbird: *moving to approach Megatron*

Megatron: *looks down, and then shifts the bots in his arms and hunkers down to meet the little cloaked lady* Hello. I'm Megatron.

Nightbird: Hello, Megatron. My name is Nightbird. You are one of Bumblebee's friends?

Megatron: *looks at the minibot hopefully*

Bumblebee: *softly, her big eyes shimmering* He died saving my life.

Nightbird: *small nod* And Primus sent him back.

Megatron: He wanted me to have the chance he feels that I should have had. *purses his lips slightly* And she saved my life first.

Nightbird: *very soft chuckle* And now you can get to know one another in a time of peace.

Megatron: *gravely* I can't stay here, though. Not yet.

Nightbird: *slight frown as she thinks, one hand going to push her hood back* Is there a way to stay in communication with one another in the meantime?

Megatron: *looks at Bumblebee, and then at Minimus*

Minimus: There may be something... We'll have to ask Nightwish. She'd know better.

Nightbird: *expression brightens* Yes. She has access to resources I've only heard whispers of...

Megatron: She's the soldier that I think I always wanted, when... well, before.

Nightbird: *nod* Here and in other reality streams.

Megatron: *lifts his brows* There are versions of her in other realities, too?

Nightbird: *nods* Primus told me.

Megatron: Oh. Are they like ours?

Nightbird: Some are, some aren't.

Minimus: *small frown* But this reality never actually had a Nightwish until ours arrived...

Nightwish: *as she walks up* Actually, it did for a few months.

Nightbird: *quiet for a few moments, then she's nodding*

Minimus: ... It did?

Nightwish: *nods* She's gone now.

Minimus: *much frown* What happened to her?

Nightwish: *shakes her head* A sun happened. One stronger than the one I went through.

Nightbird: *quietly* Primus has the parts of her that didn't survive, and she's happy and safe where she is now.

Bumblebee: :o You went through a sun?

Minimus: Nightwish is stronger than even the strongest phase sixer.

Bumblebee: But... a sun?

Nightwish: My spark's as strong as some suns.

Bumblebee: ...Oh.

Nightbird: *quietly* Primus is glad she's here. She's helped save a lot of lives here and on Terra.

Nightwish: Useful Mary Sue. Where's Prowl?

Nightbird: I will show you. *moves to lead the way*

Nightwish: *follows, her hand gently guiding Megatron beside her even as she glances back toward the minor rumble that Optimus is in the centre of*

Nightbird: The Aerialbots will be alright... *hugs her cloak tighter to her frame and pulls the hood back over her head*

Nightwish: *slight amusement* It's not the Aerialbots that he's fighting with.

Nightbird: *blinks and looks*

Optimus: *brawling with several other of the locals*

Nightbird: ...Oh.

Minimus: *frowning and watching Nightbird. Something about her body language and movements is bothering him*

Nightwish: *glances at him* //She's just cold.//

Minimus: //...It's not even that cold here.//

Nightwish: //And the core of Cybertron is very warm.//

Minimus: ... //She was in the core?// *so very surprised*

Nightwish: //She lives in the core. There's a population down there.//

Minimus: *boggling now*

Nightbird: *leads the way across the camp to where the Constructicons have bunked *

Scavenger: *scowls at the approaching group*

Nightbird: *no fear of the Constructicon as she approaches* Hello, Scavenger.

Scavenger: Go away.



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