mtmte and rwn. Terra and Luna-1. Tyrest's Folly Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

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Nightwish: *shows him the scene of finger in the head*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *jaw drops* My word...

Nightwish: *shows him Pharma's current situation*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled blurt as he sees two Ratchets working alongside First Aid and repairing Ambulon, while nearby, Med Evac is wiping his foot off after having stepped on Pharma. Pharma is quite flat now*

Nightwish: *last scene: two Cyclonuses fighting back to back as Starsaber lays crumpled at their feet*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *much boggling as he watches*

Nightwish: *has been walking steadily as she showed him the holos, and now she glances up as the two choppers go overhead again*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *also looks up*

Whirl: *is that gleeful cackling*

rwnWhirl: *is the swearing as he's chased. Sounds like he's having the time of his life, though*

Nightwish: *soft snerk as a big hand comes up and companionably swats rwnWhirl right out of the sky*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startles badly at that*

Whirl: *cackle* TWENTY POINTS! Awesome!

rwnWhirl: *as he streaks, trailing smoke, toward the mob assaulting the Cyclonuses and their allies* All my friends better duuuuuuck!

rwnCyclonus: *ducks at the same time as his counterpart*

Nightwish: *shows rwnAmbus what just happened*

rwnMinimus Ambus: ... *quietly* If they are friends, then I hope they learn not to antagonize one another.

Nightwish: *snort*

rwnMinimus Ambus: It would keep the ship from sustaining further damage.

Nightwish: Not really. *pauses to study what looks like an empty patch of ground and then chuckles softly* Where's Bluestreak?

rwnMinimus Ambus: ... The last I knew, on Cybertron.

Nightwish: Call her and tell her to come out of Swerve's back room and get her daughter. *hunkers down to dig, shielding rwnMinimus with her body as she does*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled expression, but will do as asked. Winces at the sudden torrent of panicky chatter that fills his channel*

Nightwish: *without looking up* Tell her Primus gave her a present.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *relaying that as well. Will also instruct Bluestreak on where the shuttle is* *startled sound as he sees the light of a first flash around Nightwish and Tambora*

Nightwish: *unfazed as she sets the little spark in a scoop that one of the attendants brings and then lets Tambora cuddle close to it* That's Eclipse. Look, she likes you.

Tambora: *smiles his shy smile as he clicks to the younger baby*

Eclipse: *happy spark! Can hear nice peeps! They're not her peeps, but they sound nice!*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *complete and utter gobsmack*

Nightwish: *senses how he's running and looks over at him*

rwnMinimus Ambus: How did that not harm you?

Nightwish: *simply* We're both brighter than her.

rwnMinimus Ambus: ... I see.

Eclipse: *gonna settle down and have a nap. Even though she just woke up*

Nightwish: *rises to her feet and continues walking among the sparks* *quietly* I was one of Shockwave's experiments.

rwnMinimus Ambus: ... *quieter* I see.

Nightwish: Tambora has the same mutation.

Tambora: *looks up, and then leans over and gives Eclipse a little baby butterfly kiss*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *surprised by this revelation* Ah...

Nightwish: *gives him a slightly humorous look*

rwnMinimus Ambus: ... *hesitantly* He also bears resemblance to Rodimus...

Nightwish: Primus made him related to both of us.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *small nod of understanding. Then he's getting a comm from Bluestreak*

rwnBluestreak: *landed just fine, and she also brought Wheeljack because he insisted that it was better if they both got in trouble at once instead of one getting in trouble first, and the other getting in more trouble for hiding and now she needs to know where everyone is, because it looks like there's been a big fight and she doesn't know where to go...*

Mountain King: *looks over toward the shuttle and waves*

rwnBluestreak: *heard before she's seen, is nervously chattering away to Wheeljack as they approach*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *quietly* I wonder what sort of parent Bluestreak will be...

Nightwish: *quiet chuckle* She's usually a pretty awesome one. It's 'Jack you have to keep an eye on.

rwnMinimus Ambus: ...I'll keep that in mind. *small frown* How similar to Bluestreak is Eclipse?

Nightwish: *looks over toward a flash of orange and black, and wolf whistles at it*

mtmteEclipse: *startles and looks up from where he's helping one of the birthing hall medics*

Nightwish: *winks at him and chuckles*

mtmteEclipse: *laughs and waves. Is well used to Nightwish's gentle teasing and implying that he's a beautiful boy*

Nightwish: *points to the occupant of the scoop she's holding, and then toward that worried rambling*

mtmteEclipse: *surprised squeak! Will come over to get the scoop, in that case!* Is it another version of me, Nightwish? Or is it the sibling that I found out I have in some realities? Either one would be good for Bluestreak to meet, I think... *kind of going off on a tangent now*

Nightwish: *grins the loving family grin as she gives the scoop* It's a little girl you.

mtmteEclipse: *blink. Blink! Grin* D'aww. I hope she gets to meet a WakeJumper of her own someday, or someone who is just as good for her.

Nightwish: I'll go check after we get back from this.

Eclipse: *happy snuggles in her scoop. Can hear someone really nice!*

Nightwish: Go ahead, Eclipse. Why don't you meet them at the edge of the field? Annie, hush.

Annie: *ISSABOSS :D*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled sound*

mtmteEclipse: *shushing his hugmonster, will nod to Nightwish*

Nightwish: *turns to rwnMinimus as the young medibot scoots away through the newborns* No, his insides don't honk.

rwnMinimus Ambus: ...Then what was that sound?

Nightwish: His hugmonster saying she's a big muckamuck. *goes to one knee to sooth a little spark that's fizzing*

rwnMinimus Ambus: Ah... I see. *doesn't really understand yet.*

Nightwish: *glances over at the nearest birthing medic, who is chirping and trilling away inside* Hear that?

rwnMinimus Ambus: *looks where Nightwish is looking* *quietly* Faintly.

Nightwish: Doc, just how many do you have on board today?

birthing medic: *looks up from her work* Six, this time. But I think I have a couple eggs, too. Why?

Nightwish: Any newborns?

birthing medic: Let me check... *will tap on her armor and open a shoulder seam*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled sound as several small reptiles of various sizes and colours make an exodus from within the medic*

Nightwish: *soft sound* Oh, look at the tiny black one.

birthing medic: *clucks her glossa softly, will gently cradle the tiny thing in her hand* He's still damp.

hugmonster: *sneezing and clearing his airways, then he's making tiny little squeaks and trills*

birthing medic: Eggs can usually tell when they're on a birthing field. *will gently offer the tiny hugmonster to Nightwish*

Nightwish: *nods toward rwnMinimus*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *surprised sound, but he'll gently cup his hands so the newborn hugmonster has a place to sit*

hugmonster: *tiny squeaks! Is BOSS!*

Nightwish: Oh not another bossy one.

hugmonster: *then he's cheeping softly. Hungry babby, is!*

birthing medic: He was just trying to be funny.

Nightwish: *pulling out the Cuddles treats she put in her pocket the other day and offers them to rwnMinimus* He's asking you for something to eat.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *small nod, will carefully cradle the baby hugmonster close to his chest, then he'll reach for the offered food*

Tambora: *makes sure he gets it*

hugmonster: *cheeping and trying to get to the food! Is a bit clumsy, which sets rwnMinimus Ambus to fussing over him*

Nightwish: *winces as the baby falls on his face, but then chuckles as he beeps* He's laughing.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *looks startled by that, even as he carefully holds the little baby close to his chest*

Nightwish: *gives him a teasing look* You're stuck with him now.

birthing medic: *chuckles* He'll be a cutie when he's bigger.

Nightwish: *sober, though with sparkling eyes as she watches the tiny thing hook his chin over his new host's fingers* He's cute now.

hugmonster: *just wants to see peeps, and maybe gossip a bit!* *squeak!*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *will fuss over baby*

Nightwish: *looks at the birthing medic, her eyes twinkling*

birthing medic: *so amused as she returns to her task, her own hugmonsters hopping and beeping around her*

Nightwish: *snerks at the little creatures, and then looks the way that Eclipse went as she starts walking again*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *will carefully follow, still cradling his hugmonster close to his chest*

mtmteEclipse: *reassuring Wheeljack that the little newspark will like being orange and black* Plus, those colors don't taste good, so she won't try to eat the paint.

Bluestreak: *sitting in a clear section of field and having a quiet meltdown*

Eclipse: *excited fizzing. She can hear peeps who sound really good!*

Nightwish: *gently takes her son out of the carrying strap and sets him on his feet*

Tambora: *hurries over to give that little grey lady a hug* *softly* Don't be scared.

Bluestreak: *startles, wibble-bibble, ramblefit!*

Tambora: *intent listening for the gist of this rambling*

Bluestreak: *is confused and frightened by the fact that there's a point one percenter who has coding from her and from Wheeljack, mostly because she has no idea how to be a parent*

Tambora: *pat pats her for attention*

Bluestreak: *squeak!*

Tambora: Mommy says most bigs don't have any 'deas on being parnts.

Bluestreak: R-Really? *still scared*

Tambora: *nod nod* 'N Daddy fainted when he found out about me.

Bluestreak: *blink blink* He did?

Tambora: *nods* He told me.

Bluestreak: ... Oh.

Eclipse: *more excited fizzing!*

Tambora: *sweet Rodimus grin* And Mommy says that other yous in other reals make good mommys.

Bluestreak: *surprised by that, and by how this little bot looks like Rodimus*

Tambora: *looks up at the scoop and the newborn and grins again* She wants to be able to see. *turns and runs away*

Nightwish: *from where she's still checking the field* Huh? *watches him go*

Tambora: *over to the nearest birthing medic and pats the big leg appealingly*

Bluestreak: *squeaks and scrambles to her feet to give chase, protecting the scoop*

birthing medic: *looks down at the little touch, quiet rumble*

Tambora: *points toward baby Eclipse* She wants to see her bigs.

birthing medic: *gently, his deep voice rumbling quietly* Well, then, let's take care of that.

Tambora: *to Bluestreak* Cataclysm can make her body.

Bluestreak: *quiet squeak as she looks up and takes in the sheer size of the birthing medic*

Cataclysm: *crouches carefully and clicks reassuringly to the new mother* *gently* It's alright. Your little girl is healthy.

Tambora: *happy smile, though the grin is hiding now* Can I help? May I?

Cataclysm: *soft chuckle* I don't see why not. I'll need another scoop of soil to make her frame.

Tambora: *turns and darts away to grab a scoop, then finds an empty spot on the field and pushes the big thing into the ground with no trouble whatsoever. Pries the scoop of soil out of the ground and then looks into the hole as a flash occurs* Oooo. Cool. Hi. *picks up the scoop and heads toward Cataclysm and Bluestreak* *is carrying that scoop as though it weren't bigger than him*

spark: *floats out of the hole behind him, fizzing*

Cataclysm: *surprised, will move to catch the spark on another scoop* Well, now...

Nightwish: *studies that newborn* He's a big one. And another point one percenter.

Cataclysm: *nods* He's going to need at least two scoops, just for his spark chamber... *considering look as he studies this big, bright spark for a moment*

assistant: *walked over and is now frowning at that spark* *quietly, in a familiar, deep voice* Dion, does this spark feel familiar to you?

assistant 2: *looks up, and then comes over* *simply* That's me.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled look for the assistants*

assistant: *looks at Minimus* You have to bring this sparklet to Optimus Prime.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *still shocked, can only nod mutely*

Cataclysm: I take it you two'll handle building his protoform?

assistant: *looks up at him, then over to the female medic who'd been conversing earlier* You had better let this lady and Ratchet do it. Ratchet knew Dion well.

Cataclysm: Alright. I'll call Ratchet, then. *will do so, even as he moves to show Tambora how to shape the soil into the components the little girl newspark will need*

Tambora: *doesn't need the patient explaining of steps that a sparklet generally needs. Once he sees how something is going, he's extrapolated the next steps and set to work*

Cataclysm: *pleased to have a quick learner assisting. Between his hands and Tambora's, the little protoform is swiftly taking shape and is soon ready for the newspark*

Tambora: *there's that grin again, and then he's scooting to his mother*

Nightwish: *picks her little guy up and gives him a bemused look of affection*

Cataclysm: *laughing once he gets the newspark into her protoform and she begins chattering away rapidly* *will hand the bitty to her mama*

Bluestreak: *wibbly all over again*

Eclipse: *clickstorm!!! This one sounds nice!!!*

Wheeljack: *struck dumb where he'd been talking to mtmteEclipse. Eyes are glued to that clicky, wiggly little form*

mtmteEclipse: *will move to usher Wheeljack closer* She'll want to know you too.

mtmteRatchet: *arriving a few moments later, with the local Ratchet following behind and looking a bit shell-shocked*

deep-voiced assistant: We've found someone who decided to return. *offers the scoop and the fizzing spark*

Ratchet: *so confused* Return?

mtmteRatchet: *blink, moves to scan the spark* Who... ! We'll need a protoform for him. *has a slight grin going now*

assistant: Yes. There have been many returns in my reality. It seems that Primus has continued to reboot us, even after the machinery for it on Cybertron was destroyed.

Ratchet: *intakes hitch, and then the overwrought femme is crying*

mtmteRatchet: *getting assistance from Cataclysm, though he'll pause long enough to give his counterpart a reassuring hug*

Nightwish: *sidles over there after her old grouch has moved away, and then puts an arm around the lady Ratchet*

Ratchet: *has been through quite a lot today, and the good news was the breaking point*

Nightwish: *slips Tambora's carrying strap under his bum, and then uses both hands to hug the weeping woman* *quiet clicks*

Ratchet: *hiding her face and trembling as she cries*

Nightwish: *snags rwnMinimus as he gets too close and adds him and his babymonster to the hug*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *startled sound*

Ratchet: *trying to stop crying*

Nightwish: *warning tone* //Ambus, she's had a rough day. Love on her or I will embarrass you publicly.//

rwnMinimus Ambus: *looks quite alarmed at that threat, will carefully and hesitantly hug Ratchet, even as his hugmonster sings*

lil' monster: *so much sing. Sing so much bigger than the monster! Sing so pretty! ...Till he puts a funny sound in it*

Ratchet: *startled laugh*

Nightwish: *stares down as she hears another laugh that most certainly did NOT come from her son*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *and now he's blushing*

Tambora: *quiet delight* You look like my grampa, but you sound better than him. He doesn't laugh.

Ratchet: *has to mute her vocalizer, but she's shaking with a combination of mirth and sheer exhaustion*

lil' black monster: *beep! :D* *he chased the sads away!*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *quietly, to Ratchet* I seem to have acquired a pet...

Ratchet: *quietly* He needs a name... *shaky intake*

Nightwish: Mini Jazz.

Ratchet: *tired snerk*

mtmteRatchet: *just made a funny sound, because the newly born Dion poked him in a ticklish spot*

Nightwish: *looks over her shoulder* Dion, why don't you come over here? This is the Ratchet from this reality.

Dion: *chirps and comes to see the lady who knows his name*

Nightwish: *keeps one arm on Ratchet as she sets Minimus down, then offers the cleared arm to the newborn*

Dion: *Oh, is it snuggles? Will scoot closer!*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *will stay close by, in case Ratchet needs him*

Ratchet: *intakes hitch* *softly* Look at you...

Dion: ... *does. Looks back at her quizzically* Why, Ratch?

Ratchet: *intakes hitch again, and then she's having another cry*

Dion: *alarm!* I'm sorry! I don't remember yet. I'm sorry.

Ratchet: *needs hugs. Do you has, Dion?*

Dion: *reaches as high as he can, instinctively asking to be picked up as he clicks the baby sound for a parent*

Ratchet: *will lift the lanky sparklet, and hide her face on him*

rwnMinimus Ambus: *moves to give comfort as well*

Mini Jazz: *so much croooooooooon as he pets everyone that he can reach with his head*

Nightwish: You guys better go to the shuttle that Blue and 'Jack brought. It'll be quieter in there.

rwnMinimus Ambus: *nods and moves to try to guide Ratchet and Dion to the shuttle*

Mini Jazz: *massive yawn that makes a funny noise right in the middle of his song. Has attained his nice man's head*

Nightwish: *meets the eyes of the deep-voiced assistant*

assistant: You're terrible.

Nightwish: *smirk* Thanks, Optimus.

mtmteRatchet: Pot, kettle, black. *so amused*

assistant: *turns and grins at the medibot* I wasn't matchmaking.

mtmte Ratchet: You were thinking it. I know you.

assistant: *as he turns to go see what his younger brothers are doing* Thrrpt.

Nightwish: *ded*

mtmte Ratchet: *laughing muchly at that*

Rodimus: *sends Nightwish a ping, asking permission to send an image*

Nightwish: *shows him rwnMinimus laughing*

Rodimus: //...Wow. Didn't think he had it in him.// *shows her an image of rwnTailgate snuggling against him*

Nightwish: //Aww. There's a shuttle here now. We found Dion and Eclipse, and they found their mentors.//

Rodimus: //That's good.// *quieter, worriedly* //Is our Ratchet near you?//

Nightwish: *shows him what happened with Pharma*

Rodimus: *soft snerk* *then* //Primus is really hinting that I need to bring the little guy to Docbot...//

Nightwish: Ratch?

mtmte Ratchet: *looks up from where he's scanning for more newsparks* Yes, Nightwish?

Nightwish: Tailgate's ready to see you. *shows him a holo of the image*

mtmte Ratchet: *small nod* Where is Rodimus? *intending to use his PINpoint*

Nightwish: //Coordinates, Roddy.//

Rodimus: *sends them*

Nightwish: *relays them to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *nods and PINpoints to where Rodimus and rwnTailgate are*

Nightwish: *Cyclonus ping* //Male.//

rwnCyclonus: *responds with a 'Present' ping*

Nightwish: *sends coordinates* //Tailgate needs you.//

rwnCyclonus: //Understood.//

Nightwish: //Alright, now I need to talk to your sister.//

rwnCyclonus: *signs off with a click*

Cyclonus: //I gave him a PINpoint, and instructed him to keep it away from Whirl.//

Nightwish: *chuckles* //Mountain King and our Whirl have taken care of Whirl.// *glances over to where the local Whirl is sitting cross-legged and dotting at a half grown common shoulder angel who is flexing muscles for him*

Cyclonus: //It would still end poorly if Whirl were to obtain a PINpoint.//

Nightwish: *gently* //Stop fussing.// *watches rwnWhirl take a swing at the shoulder angel and get jumped on*

rwnWhirl: *hooboy, not writing THAT*

Cyclonus: //...Yes, Nightwish.//

Whirl: *chasing one of the remaining baddies with her Whack-a-Mole mallet and cackling gleefully*

Nightwish: //Whirl, where's Nightstrike?//

Whirl: //Chewin' on Nebby's head!// *more glee*

Nightwish: *looks up and sees Mountain King's new hat* Good grief.

Whirl: //BRB!// *just took a flying leap at the baddy. Will proceed to put her Whack-a-Mole mallet to close combat use!*

Nightwish: *shakes her head and checks on guyWhirl*

rwnWhirl: *trying to free his arm from where the Shoulder Angel has it pinned behind his back* Uncle! I fraggin' give already! Lemme go, ya scaly *BLEEEP*

Nightwish: *walks over* That breed of shoulder angel hasn't got scales. And he's trying to convince you he'll be a good partner.



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