mtmte and rwn. Terra and Luna-1. Tyrest's Folly Part 3

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rwnWhirl: ... The *bleeeeeep*'s a shoulder angel?

Nightwish: *hunkers down* A breed of domestic dinosaur specially bred to assist bouncers. In Rouser's case, he was too lippy for his intended function, so we decided to give him to you.

rwnWhirl: ...Whose idea was that? *a bit confused now*

Nightwish: *points to girl Whirl* Hers.

rwnWhirl: *dots at the other him*

Whirl: *is cackling gleefully*

Nightwish: Hey, we gave her a sparklet.

rwnWhirl: *squinting at you now, Nightwish*

Nightwish: *as Rouser lets go rwnWhirl's arm and rests a chin on his shoulder* She's never complained.

rwnWhirl: ... She's nuts. *pot, kettle, black*

Nightwish: She's you.

rwnWhirl: Figured that out already.

Nightwish: *distracted by something* You jerk, are you sitting on a spark?

rwnWhirl: *awks and scrambles to his feet*

bitty spark: *sits there and twinkles in her nest of hot spot material*

rwnWhirl: What the *nope*?!

Nightwish: *frowns and studies the little spark* That's a weak one.

rwnWhirl: *would be frowning if he had the face for it*

Nightwish: *turns her head to call for that smaller birthing medic*

birthing medic: *hurrying over, scoop of soil at the ready* Did you find another buried one?

Nightwish: *doesn't look up from where she's hunkered by the little spark* No. But look at her.

Tambora: *worry frown from Mommy's hip*

birthing medic: *crouches to get a good look at the spark* *quietly, worriedly* I've never seen a spark that pale before. Hard to tell at this point if she'll make it... *will make the pale little spark a protoform* Start thinking of a name for her. *this birthing medic is from one of the previously-rare-on-Terra religious groups. They believe in a higher power, and that it's a sad thing for anyone to return to the Source without a name*

Nightwish: *looks at her son as the bitty hides his face, then turns back to the medic* Twilight.

birthing medic: *small nod* I let the bot in charge of recording the newborns' names know. *working working*

rwnWhirl: *kind of fretting over where he's standing*

Nightwish: *watches as a sparklet as tiny and delicate as Tsubasa, but of a dusky black colour, takes form under the medic's hands*

birthing medic: *worriedly* She's not even moving.

Nightwish: *touches the tiny sparklet with a gentle finger, clicking softly*

Twilight: *eyes light up dimly, and the corners of her mouth twitch*

Nightwish: *gasps at that little smile*

birthing medic: *so much grin* D'awww.

Tambora: *peeks, and then smiles back*

Twilight: *tiny wisp of a sound and shuts her eyes off again*

Tambora: *hide*

birthing medic: *quietly, to Twilight* You've got your name, and a body... So you're good to go.

rwnWhirl: What the *BLEEP* are you talking about?! *fret, worry*

birthing medic: *looks to rwnWhirl* If she goes out, she's going out with a name and a body.

rwnWhirl: *would totally be scowling at you, medic, if he had the face for it. Will stride over and babby gank, then little Twilight is being tucked into his cockpit*

Nightwish: *eyes actually wide with surprise* Whirl, what are you doing?

rwnWhirl: *seriously* Nurturing.

Nightwish: *looks more closely* You're giving her energy. *frown* You know she's going to need that care for a long time. It'll keep you out of fights.

rwnWhirl: *hoo boy, that's a big gun. He'll also put his free pincher over his cockpit* *you're not getting his baby from him!*

Nightwish: *steps protectively in front of the birthing medic, despite the woman being taller than her* *sternly* Put that away.

Rouser: *looking from his partner to the shiny lady, poised for action and making an inquisitive trill*

rwnWhirl: You leave her alone. *as much scowl as he can manage*

Nightwish: Put. The. Gun. Away. Nobody's taking your baby.

rwnWhirl: *dots for a few moments, then he's slowly putting the gun away*

Nightwish: There's a shuttle at (coordinates), and Ratchet's there with her baby.

rwnWhirl: *quick transformation, then he's heading for the shuttle at full speed*

birthing medic: Well... at least she'll be warm and know she was loved. *turning to check for more sparks*

Nightwish: *shakes her head to reset her thoughts after that sudden Whirl departure* She'll live.

birthing medic: If you say so... *back to work*

Nightwish: *resumes her own walk over the field after telling Rouser where to go to find his partner* I've seen other bots who started out weak. *slight smile for the medic* Other colonies aren't as strong as you Quadriates.

birthing medic: *soft snort. Is comforted by what Nightwish said*

Nightwish: *chuckles, and then quirks a brow as rwnWhirl darts back and grabs Rouser before shooting away again. Soft snerk* //Roddy, are you almost finished?//

Rodimus: //Yup. We're just rounding everyone up now. I've got a passenger, still.// *fond amusement*

Nightwish: //You have to give him back. Cyk went to get him. Where'd the old guy go?//

Rodimus: //I know... As for Cyclonus. ...He just showed up.//

Nightwish: //We found a weak spark on the field, but no Tambora.// *cuddles her little son as she feels him relax upon reaching the far edge of the birthing field*

Rodimus: //Aww... Who did you guys find?//

Nightwish: //It's Twilight.//

Rodimus: //D'aww. Will she be alright?//

Nightwish: *simply* //They have a Ratchet. And a First Aid.//

Rodimus: //And Ambulon, but she's gonna be on bed rest, apparently.// *a bit distracted now*

Nightwish: //She's also not a spark specialist. What are you doing?//

Rodimus: //She can still snuggle... Some of the Quads're wanting to know what we'll do with the portal that Tyrest built.//

Nightwish: //Starsaber will protect it.//

Rodimus: //I kinda figured.// *will relay that* //I think we're pretty much done here.//

Nightwish: //Alright.// *looks around and pings Mountain King* //You're in charge now, guys. Don't leave anyone behind once you've got all these babies born.//

Mountain King: //Got it, Magnus.//

Nightwish: *to girlWhirl* //Time to go home, Whirl.//

Whirl: //Lemme go get my kid.// *in a good mood*

Nightwish: //Okay.//

Whirl: *flying by overhead now*

mtmteRatchet: *ping*

Nightwish: *watches Nightstrike take a cranky potshot at Whirl* //Yeah, Dad?//

mtmteRatchet: //We've got all the injured tended to. We got lucky. Nobody died. Tyrest's in stasis, though.//

Nightwish: //We found a weak sparklet on this end, but she's going home with the local Whirl.//

mtmteRatchet: *curious* //Who did you find?//

Nightwish: *amused* //What makes you think it was anyone I know?//

mtmteRatchet: //Well, considering you're the one with a clue...//

Nightwish: *snork* //Don't let Nightbeat hear you say that. It's Twilight. You haven't met one yet, have you?//

mtmteRatchet: *quiet for a few moments* //No, I don't think I have. And Nightbeat can deal with not being the one with a clue for once.//

Nightwish: //I should give him a few more mysteries to solve. And Twilight seems to share Tailgate's shape. Usually a pretty sweet kid, but nothing exciting.//

mtmteRatchet: //She'll be just fine with Whirl.//

Nightwish: *databursts him the footage of the encounter, starting with rwnWhirl's meeting with Rouser*

mtmteRatchet: //Heh. He'll be alright now.//

Nightwish: //Lord willing.// *glances toward where the female birthing medic is dealing with a temperamental floater* //Mnemosyne was sure she was going to go out.//

mtmteRatchet: //...Do I want to know why?//

Nightwish: //She's a Quadriate. She's never seen a spark that weak.//

mtmteRatchet: //Sheesh. If I didn't know better, I'd say her beliefs made her cracked in the head.//

Nightwish: //Beliefs aren't what make Quads cracked.// *has walked over to the clear place next to the field by now, and said that last line out loud as well as over comms*

different birthing medic: *laughing at that now*

mtmteRatchet: //As I said, if I didn't know better...// *amused*

Whirl: *is that bout of obscenities from over by Mountain King. Seems someone's babby is crabby*

Nightwish: *looks over there*

Nightstrike: Tuppa Bap! Wanna 'tay 'if Dad!

Mountain King: *stops laughing at Whirl to make a surprised sound*

Whirl: *falls out of the air with shock* *NOPE. NOT WRITING IT*

Nightwish: //Oh my. Whirl just got married.//

Maelstrom: *out loud and over comms* //Saw it!//

Rodimus: *laughs* //Saw it, too!//

Nightwish: *aloud and over wide-range comms* //Do you need witnesses if you have a shared child?//

Maelstrom: //Not really, but it's fun ta witness!//

Whirl: *excitable rambling that puts Bluestreak to shame from where she's sitting in Mountain King's hand!*

Mountain King: *ejects Nebulung, and then holds both him and Whirl*

Nebulung: I never told her to call me that!

Whirl: *gonna cling to you, Nebulung! She's spooked and surprised as all get-out*

Nebulung: *as Nightstrike wedges herself between them and snuggles grumpily* I... do you want this?

Whirl: *silent and still for a few moments, then she's nodding*

Nebulung: *intakes catch, and then he's holding his new family members close with his big head bowed over them*

Nightwish: *did NOT just wibble*

Whirl: *clinging to Nebulung, with Nightstrike in the middle. She's in her happy place now*

Rodimus: //D'aww.//

Nightwish: *quietly* Mountain King, can you do without Neb for now?

Mountain King: Yeah... on a job like this he's just bulk filler. *will bring brother, sister-in-law, and niece over and set them down by Nightwish*

Nightwish: *pat pat for the big guy* *tells the rest of the Thirteen what just happened*

rest of the Thirteen: *rowdy whooping and cheering, lots of congratulations being given!* *and a few defeated foes tossed into the air for confetti*

Nightwish: *shakes her head, cuddles her son, and settles to wait for the rest of those that she's bringing home to arrive*


later, after a triple wedding ceremony


Rodimus: *laughing as Maelstrom's components fall apart into a drunken pile in one of the corners of the Salty Snack. Everyone not from the sibling reality who went to rumble is here, celebrating*

Legacy: *sitting nicely in a chair, for once! Though she has got a living seat cushion*

Minimus: *looks like he's had enough to drink, for now. Is currently leaning on Strongarm with a quietly content expression and optics that are a bit bright*

Steve: *grinning slightly as he watches the goings on in the bar. Still isn't happy about young children being in a drinking establishment, but he's got a tasty drink and a pleasant seat mate, so he'll just have to deal* Captain Rodimus, I need say thanks for inviting me.

Nightwish: *from where she's leaning against Rodimus and cuddling a bright-eyed Tambora* He's not Captain anymore.

Steve: *confused and questioning look*

Rodimus: *headshake* I resigned. *nods toward the big red flyer sitting with the blue mech with white wings* Flashpoint's the captain now.

Steve: *looks that way and then quickly averts his eyes from a PDA* Oh.

Nightwish: Roddy's got some things he has to work through. And a new son.

Tambora: *is little fingers brushing his daddy's chin*

Steve: *surprised look at the maroon baby bot* Your son?

Rodimus: *careful nod* Yup. His name is Tambora. *will cuddle his family, looking quite content, and a bit calmer than the last time you saw him, Steve*

Legacy: Babby's Nightwish's too. *sagely nod*

Nightwish: Related to both of us. *grins her family grin down at the little one*

Tambora: *seeing if he can't poke a finger in Daddy's mouth and see where those choccy candies went*

Rodimus: *makes a funny noise*

Minimus: Excuse you, Rodimus.

Strongarm: *quiet snigger. Has had more Red Bull than is good for her dignity*

Steve: But I thought you said you were different from other bots, Nightwish.

Nightwish: *gently coaxing those little fingers away from Rodimus' mouth* Well, now there's someone like me.

Tambora: *gets another candy and pokes that at Daddy's mouth instead of the fingers. Has already fed Rodimus most of two large boxes of the treats*

Rodimus: *obligingly eats the candy. Is doing his best to sit still and be good, even though his systems are zinging from all the extra energy*

Legacy: Babby is gift from Primus.

Megatron: *makes a statement based on baby logic* The Greatest Creator didn't like Nightwish being lonely.

Nightwish: *grins at him* I wasn't lonely.

Megatron: *frowns slightly, but then brightens* I guess he thought it would be good for Rodimus.

Legacy: Good for 'Wishy, too.

Megatron: *starts to reply, but then squeaks as Dion stuffs a piece of thundertron into his mouth* Mrrph...

Dion: *happy grin*

Elita: Dion, you need to ask your brother if he wants to eat.

Dion: *blink blink, looks to Megatron*

Megatron: *nod nod even as he chews carefully*

Dion: *sunny grin for Bubby and Mentor*

Disturbia: *pokes Minimus* Hey, how does it feel to be shackled?

Minimus: *confused look for you, Disturbia* But we're not shackled... We're married.

Disturbia: *crooked bright smile* Same thing!

Minimus: ... No, "shackled" implies unwilling restraint. *sloshed into literality, don't mind him*

Disturbia: *starts to press her point, but then gives her mate a surprised look as he pokes the spout of his drink at her mouth*

Nightwish: *chuckles at the distraction tactic, and then looks over toward Ratchet*

Ratchet: *being cuddly with Doctor Roxanne and Kriti*

Doctor Roxanne: *just slightly cross-eyed from a bit too much JD stimulant drink, but is having a quiet discussion with qBrainstorm under the sound of Showtime's singing*

qBrainstorm: *nodding and contributing to the conversation as he fishes his toad out of its drink, is leaning back in his seat with Marla's tail around his waist*

Nightwish: *grins at her two favourite old grouches, and then looks down* Roddy, you're vibrating.

Rodimus: I think I had too much candy...

Nightwish: *gathers up baby and stands, nodding toward a noisy and happy crowd that's heading toward the door* Go join the afterparty. Just don't wreck anything someone wants to keep.

Steve: ...Afterparty?

Borealis: Yeah. We're gonna track down that marauder youth pack that Stockade spotted a few cycles ago. *grin*

Rodimus: ... *and now he's not so sure about going*

Steve: What's a marauder youth pack?

Calypso: *from where she managed to wiggle her way out from under her siblings* Legal mayhem! :D

Legacy: Keepin' big predators in check 'n gettin' a free meal outta it!

Nightwish: *rises to her feet, baby on hip* Nobody told me about marauders. See you later, Bates, Captain Rogers.

Rodimus: *feels a bit better about going, now*

Legacy: *GRIIIIN*

Steve: Uhh. Sure. Later.

Skyquake and Dreadwing: *on their feet and nodding to each other*

Disturbia: *dancing on one tiptoe with her arms in the air* Weee!

Calypso: *poking her siblings and trying to get them roused to action*

WakeJumper: *swats sister hand* Go 'way. Sleepin'.

Nebulung: *as he gets up, he transmits to the Malstrom bots* //Marauder!//

Trailbreaker: *faceplant* *snore*

Downrush: //'M up.// *no he's not*

Deluge: //Needs oil sauce...// *snore*

Calypso: *shocked expression as she realizes she's the most sober of her team... and then she's doing floor time and snoring herself*

Nebulung: *snerk* *looks down at his wife and daughter*

Nightstrike: *sleepin'!*

Whirl: *looking for someone to stick Nightstrike on* *strides over to qBrainstorm and Marla* Hold this.

qBrainstorm: *blink blink*

Nightstrike: *peeks, and then makes a small sound and holds out her arms* Grumpa.

Marla: *grins and takes the baby, cuddling her close*

Cyclonus: *gravely nods to Rung* I'll return in a few hours.

Rung: Please be careful.

Cyclonus: Of course. *checks on the tiny sleeping in the pocket stuck to Rung's chest*

Tsubasa: *sleeping hard and cuddling her Mommy dolly*

Cyclonus: *satisfied nod, will follow the rest of her wing out of the building*

Legacy: *quietly* D'aww. Sleepin' babbies. :3

Marla: Ready to come home, Brainstorm? *eyes smile at her husband over Nightstrike's head*

qBrainstorm: *thinking, looks in his glass*

toad: *looks back, blinking slowly*

Steve: *to Legacy* Looks like the party's over.

Legacy: *nodnod* Yup. All partied out. Busy couriers tomorrow.

Steve: Couriers? *looks over to where Torque's snoozing and teddy bear cuddling a purple guy*

Legacy: *nodnod* Like Torque.

Steve: But...

Rung: *gently, as he offers the smaller people a hand in farewell* The bar will mail everyone home who's still here by a certain time.

Steve: 0_0 Oh.

Rung: It was a pleasure meeting the two of you. *smiles that gentle smile* Goodnight.

Steve: *shakes hands as best as he's able* Likewise. Goodnight. *grins back*

Rung: *smiles and moves to check on Tailgate before he'll head back to the Lost Light*

Steve: *looks around at a bar suddenly populated only by staff and sleepers, then to Legacy*

Legacy: Time to go. *will reach for your hand, Steve*

Steve: *slight smile as he takes the hand* Bed's going to feel good. *thinks of the battle that he's participated in today on that alien moon*

Legacy: Stopped baddies, saved lives. Did a good job. :3

Steve: *lets go her hand and scoops her up as he stands slowly. Then twists his neck slightly and winces at the pop* *knows what to say* Energize, Scotty.

Legacy: *gleeful cackle* Beaming up now! *will bring Steve home, where the giftwrapped boxset of all of the original 'Star Trek' series and its corresponding movies are waiting to be opened on Christmas Day*

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