ToS. S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. Returns Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Vision: *worried frown* But Legacy, I would rather follow Optimus' instruction and not cheat at all.

Legacy: *fond smile and a headshake* You and Optimus are the only ones who try to play honest right now... Most of us just want to be able to beat Ratchet at his own game.

Vision: Are you not aware that Ratchet has given up the game?

Legacy: ...When did this happen? *confused now*

Vision: Catscan doesn't like poker.

Legacy: ... *much frown* Did she say so? Or was it just implied?

Vision: Loudly, with physical punctuation. *sympathy wince as he thinks of those whomps*

Legacy: *wince. Has seen Catscan in action, so he can imagine* Who'd she wallop?

Vision: *surprised look* Ratchet.

Legacy: Ah... Yeah. *sigh* We've been trying to teach her to not hit him, but even Agent MacKenzie hadn't succeeded in that.

Vision: *quietly* It's how she shows affection.

Legacy: *quietly* Maybe she should be shown a gentler way of showing affection... *thoughts turning to Elita-One and Optimus, and how they show affection to one another through gentle touches, and subsonic rumblings on Optimus' part*

Vision: *seriously* I think she has seen many other examples. *head suddenly turns as his expression goes to dismay*

Legacy: *looks in the direction Vision is looking*

Vision: *troubled* Mira's resisting sedation again.

Legacy: *quietly* She's worried about Ordnance... She loves him, but is scared to admit it, in case she loses him. *frown, glances toward a quick flit of motion he thinks he can see out of the corner of his eye*

Vision: *turns his head* Hello, may I help you?

Legacy: *quietly* Grey Autobot with winglets on her back, and a red helm decoration?

Vision: *nods* I can feel her staring at me with hope. She's worried about her child.

Legacy: *small nod* Where's Wheeljack? We need his current pet project for this.

Vision: *cocks his head* In the medical ward, worrying about Ordnance.

Legacy: Would you go get him, and tell him to hurry? And if possible, bring William as well? *eyes are starting to glow faintly*

Vision: *surprised* Do you want me to leave for some reason?

Legacy: No, I need you to bring them here, and then be ready to help.

Vision: I've already asked them to come.

Legacy: That works, too.

Vision: *slight embarrassment* I could feel that you wanted them.

Legacy: And Wheeljack's going to get that portal generator, right? *looking intensely at the spot next to where the grey Autobot is*

Vision: *slight startle as something appears* Your sister got it. *turns and holds out a soothing hand toward the unseen ones*

Legacy: *small nod, and a slight quirk of a smile* She's good at what she does. *hands up, palms out and fingers splayed* Be ready to catch. *and the glow from his eyes is now mirrored in front of his hands*

Vision: *walks over and then crouches and holds out his arms* No. You don't need to be afraid of hurting me. You'll be the right size for me to catch.

Wheeljack: *smacks into the door frame*

Legacy: *concentrating despite William's fussing over Wheeljack. Channels some of the energy he's using into the device that his sister brought. There's a brilliant flash of light from both the device and himself, and then there's a trio of human-looking females in the room*

first female: *petite, is dressed in mostly grey, squeaks as she collides with Vision, and then she's rambling and panicking. Her features suggest that she's at least half Native, as does her tanned skin and dark hair, though her eyes are a pretty turquoise color*

second female: *fairer in coloration and softer in features than the first, though her eye color is currently unknown, as she's unconscious. Her smaller frame is clad in orange and black, and her hair can best be described as a medium auburn*

third female: *startled gasp as she sinks to the floor. Her frame, features, and coloration are similar to the first woman, though it seems she's a bit older. Her clothing is mostly white, with some black accents. She seems to be going into shock, as well*

Vision: *arms full of females as he reaches to touch their minds with comfort* Easy. I have you. Listen to my voice. No. She'll be alright. Ratchet and Wheeljack are here.

William: Just as soon as I finish shaking Wheeljack back into shape, that is. *tone is light, even with his startlement and worry*

Legacy: *butt on floor* *quietly* Bluestreak's alright... Prowl and Eclipse need tending to.

Vision: *softly* Prowl's alright now.

William: ... Which one is which?

Vision: *slightly lifts the female in white and black* This is Prowl. She needs rest and quiet.

Wheeljack: *on his feet and over to take the girl in orange* Clipsie. Let me lookit ya, kid.

Bluestreak: *a bit wide-eyed now* W-Wheeljack? *still spooked and frightened by the suddenness of the changes and being brought back into phase*

Legacy: Yeah... That's 'Jack.

William: *moving to get Prowl from Vision*

Prowl: *soft sigh as she's held close to someone warm*

Wheeljack: *looks up* Blue. *teary* I know who she is.

Bluestreak: *wibble, wants to hide against you, Wheeljack!*

Wheeljack: *frees an arm and hesitantly holds it out to the cute little gunner that he spoke to a couple times back before the war*

Bluestreak: *will hide her face against you now, Wheeljack! If she had wings in this mode, they'd be vibrating*

Eclipse: *very soft sigh. Even unconscious, she can tell that she's close to familiar sparks*

Wheeljack: *unconsciously echoes his daughter's sigh* *softly* We should get you two someplace quiet.

William: Not your lab, Wheeljack. Try the chapel. *moving to bring Prowl to the infirmary, because he can keep a better eye on her there, and it's quiet, when people aren't being stupid*

Wheeljack: *scowls at him* I'm takin' 'em ta the med lab.

William: Alright, then.

Legacy: *is that very soft snore where he's asleep sitting on the floor*

Eric: *looks in* *gruffly, as he walks over to Legacy* I got this. 'Mia, you get Blue.

'Mia: At least he's sleeping, this time. *moving to convince Bluestreak to let go of Wheeljack* *is also comming Optimus to let him know what's going on*

Vision: He says he'll meet you at the infirmary.

Optimus: //I'll meet you at the infirmary.//

'Mia: *nods* //Alright, sir.// *and now she's being clung to. Will focus on gently reassuring Bluestreak, even as she moves to guide the stressed woman to the infirmary*

Wheeljack: *quiet clicking as he picks up his child and carries her after 'Mia and Bluestreak*

Eric: *amused look for Vision* Optimus's got a comm unit, kid.

Vision: :o

Legacy: *mumbling*

Eric: I don't like the peanuts either, kid.

Vision: *lifts Prowl as he rises to his feet* You do. You just don't like 'Mia hitting you for the result.

Eric: *growls at Vision as they walk out of the room*


infirmary isolation ward


Ordnance: *gasps for breath behind the breathing mask, then tries to sit up before falling back. Turns his head from side to side restlessly as he rasps and gasps some more*

Mira: *arguing with Streiten, will reach to try and adjust Ordnance's oxygen mask*

Streiten: Mira, you need to rest, or you won't be any use to him.

Mira: *crossly* *BLEEP* that.

Streiten: *frowns* If you keep putting this much stress on your systems you'll be sick.

Mira: I'm not leaving him. *crabby, worried, stressed, and extremely combative as a result*

Streiten: *deep sigh, and then employs the Thing Wheeljack Gave Him(tm)*

Mira: *flinch, gives herself a shake. And then she's a bit cross-opticked as the special-made sedative begins to take effect, even with her fighting it* *bleeeeep*.

Streiten: *blinks as sparkles swirl up, and then gasps and steps forward to catch a Mira who is suddenly small and dark haired* What the...!?

Mira: *is also out cold, so she's no longer putting up a fight*

Streiten: *worrying silently as he takes her and lays her down in a corner of the room with her head on a pillow*

William: *coming to try and convince Mira to get some rest* ... *blinks as he sees no Mira* Er... How did you get Mira to go rest?

Streiten: *without looking up* What was in that thing Wheeljack said you helped him make?

William: *names off everything that went into making the Thing* *aka everything he knows about that went into making the Thing* *quietly* If there's something else that went in that he didn't tell me about...

Streiten: *turns and frowns at him* You're not surprised about how small she is.

William: Well, she had said something about getting upgraded to the new tech someday. And logically, she would be small, given that she was in one of the smaller size classes to begin with...

Streiten: Wheeljack only told me it was a sedation device.

William: If she had not wished to be upgraded, it would've just sedated her.

Streiten: *turns back to the little firecracker on the floor* Bring me a mat and bedding.

William: *nods and goes to retrieve the mat and bedding*

Mira: *looks quite peaceful at the moment. Beneath her jacket, along the neckline of her shirt, the edges of several colorful tattoos can be seen, and she's got dogtags on a chain* *her wavy hair, which has a few Kelly green streaks interspersed, is pulled back in a messy French braid, which is on the verge of escaping the black hair tie at the end*

Streiten: *gently strokes her fine, straight-cut bangs back from her forehead, his expression heavy with concern and a sadness that he never lets anyone see*

Mira: *very slight movement, continues to sleep*

William: *coming back with the mat and bedding*

Streiten: I didn't ask for Jammie Dodgers or Vimto.

William: *quietly* Don't worry about that right now.

Streiten: I can smell the cookies, and you've got the drink hanging from the six pack plastic in your teeth. *ironic look as he reaches for the mat*

William: Again, don't worry about it. *gives the mat* Do you want me to bring your chair, too?

Streiten: *sets to tucking the mat carefully under Mira* Sure. Don't get it sticky or crumby.

William: *nod. Goes to retrieve the chair*

Mira: *absent, sleepy murmur in Cybertronian as she's moved onto the mat*

Streiten: *softly, his voice warm* Shhhh. Just putting you to bed. *gets her settled and then gets the blankets*

Mira: *manages to turn onto her side, very quiet sigh*

William: *back a little while later with Streiten's chair*

Streiten: *sniffs and then turns to frown at him* What's with the rice pudding?

William: *slight shrug* It seemed like a good idea.

Streiten: ... What did?

William: Adding Vimto.

Streiten: *grimace* You're going to corrode your internals.

William: No, I won't. I don't put sriracha on my food.

Streiten: Sriracha isn't soda pop. *stands and goes to check on Ordnance as the man chokes and tosses*

William: *moves to scan Ordnance* We had a bit of excitement earlier...

Streiten: I heard. *pushes Ordnance back as he tries to sit up, then rises the head of the bed a little more*

Ordnance: *struggles for breath, then starts coughing so hard that the bed shakes*

William: *quietly* Legacy's resting in his quarters. Prowl and Eclipse are both here in the infirmary, and Wheeljack took Bluestreak to the mess to get some food. *scans Ordnance*

Ordnance: *both lungs contain fluid, and his heart is stressed. Immune system activity is low*

Streiten: Eclipse? The girl your alternates marry? *frowns severely at the delirious Ordnance*

William: *much frown and a small nod* *quietly relays the result of his scanning*

Streiten: He's in a severe depression. Not even trying to fight this.

William: *much frown mixed with a slightly absent expression. Is looking up information* *quietly* Why would he stop fighting?

Streiten: My guess is he finally stopped and looked back at the war, and at what he's become.

Ordnance: *shudders and coughs again*

William: *much frown* *attention going to Mira when the petite brunette mumbles in Cybertronian*

Mira: *nowhere close to waking up, but her sleep is beginning to turn less than peaceful*

Streiten: *expression frustrated as he looks toward her*

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