grv. Fort Lamont. Surprising News

[dens_extra_pups]

Bluestreak: *pings Ratchet while that worthy lady is busy planting banana cuttings with Hattie around the new location of Hattie's house and waiting for Cyclonus to catch his wife so that she can repair the crazy bot again*

Ratchet: //Yes, Bluestreak?//

Bluestreak: *rambling at a massive rate* //Ratchet,youhavetocomequick,Wheeljack'surkingandurkingandshewon'tstopandthatlasttimeshenearlyfellover...//

Ratchet: //... I'm on my way.// *to Hattie* There's a medical emergency. *moving to hurry to Wheeljack's bunker, fearing the worst*

Hattie: *shades her eyes as she absently dusts her other hand* Ratchet!

Ratchet: I have to hurry!

Hattie: *points to what Ratchet's holding* Y'u maght leave th' cuttin'.

Ratchet: *turns and sets the cutting down before resuming her hustle to the bunker*

bunker: *door is open and Bluestreak's wigging out can plainly be heard as Ratchet gets near*

Ratchet: *hurrying into the bunker* Bluestreak, circulate!

Wheeljack: *prodigious sound of URK!*

Bluestreak: *squeaks, staggers, and puts his hand on his tank*

Ratchet: *hurries to Wheeljack's side, will scan the femme, still fearing the worst*

Wheeljack: *staticky comment about darn kids, and then another bout of heaving accompanied by a groan of pain*

Ratchet: *SCANNING*

buds: *two. One is snuggled against Wheeljack's spark, and the other is popping energy all over the place*

Ratchet: ... *stunned*

Wheeljack: *much static as she accidentally shares her discomfort* //Re-calibrate my urk refleURK!//

Bluestreak: *URK* *whimper*

Ratchet: *will sedate Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *clunk*

Ratchet: *sigh, sets to work on re-calibrating Wheeljack's processor so she's hopefully not as likely to be sick* *still shocked at the discovery that Wheeljack is carrying twins*

Bluestreak: *faceplant on the floor behind her*

Ratchet: *more sigh* *once she's finished tending to Wheeljack, she'll move to tend to Bluestreak*

Bluestreak: *blinks at her groggily* I can't feel Wheeljack.

Ratchet: That's because she's still sedated, Bluestreak.

Bluestreak: *soft whimper* Are the babies alright?

Ratchet: ...You knew about them? *so surprised*

Bluestreak: *big eyes of surprise* Sure I do. Wheeljack told me all about the experiment before she did it.

Ratchet: ... Experiment?

Bluestreak: *nod nod* I don't understand all the technical stuff, but Wheeljack said she'd tell you all about it, only you kept hanging up on her... *frowwwwns at you for that, Ratchet*

Ratchet: ...

Bluestreak: *still the frowny* You better let her tell you, now.

Ratchet: *will move to unsedate Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *unshutters optics and blinks, then puts a hand to her chest and grumbles* Be glad when these guys go down inta the box. I thought I was gonna puke somethin' loose.

Ratchet: Wheeljack, I owe you an apology.

Wheeljack: *more blinking, and then a wan grin behind her mask* Heh. I kin understand why ya didn' wanna think about bein' pregnant.

Ratchet: But an experiment, Wheeljack? *this is her being extremely concerned about your well-being, and about your kids*

Wheeljack: Waitin' fer sparklets'd take too long, and it ain't like we can make hatchlings the usual way anymore.

Ratchet: From now on, until the twins are born, you're coming in once a week for checkups.

Wheeljack: *nods* Remind me. I'll prolly be in bed. *winces and grumbles*

Ratchet: ... Do you even have a bed?

Wheeljack: No. But I'll find someplace comfy. *whistles softly and groans* Ugh. Darnit, kid...

Ratchet: *SCANS*

Wheeljack: *puts into words what Ratchet sees* Wish they were both like the one that hides like a little eclipse, but that one... *coughs and winces* Thinks he's a *beep*in' solar flare.

Ratchet: *soft snort* Fitting nicknames for them.

Wheeljack: *visibly tries to think about that, but then just groans again* Shut the *beepity*, you little *beep*.

Bluestreak: o.0 You're swearing at a sparklet.

Ratchet: If they come out knowing how to swear, I'm not saving you from Dixie.

Wheeljack: *deep sigh and a wince* Chrome only learnt after he came out.

Ratchet: True...

Bluestreak: *crawls out of the bunker on hands and feet*

Ratchet: I'll see if there's any calcien. That might help settle your tank.

Wheeljack: *wan blinking* I'm scared ta put anythin' in there, Ratch.

Ratchet: *about to comment when she startles because something dripped on her. Will look up and boggle as she sees a pink patch on the ceiling*

Wheeljack: ...Yeah. That.

Ratchet: *small frown as she contemplates the projectile urk*

Ordnance: *knocks on the door with his foot* Hey, this go here?

Ratchet: *blinks and looks to the door*

Ordnance: *has a bot size mattress rolled under one arm and Bluestreak hanging limply under the other*

Ratchet: *nods* Yes, both the mattress and Bluestreak should be here. *will move to get the mattress, with the intention of getting Bluestreak once things are set up*

Ordnance: *hands it over, then glances back to the top of the entry steps as something squeaks and clicks behind him* Heyyy, Rosie. Did I forget somethin'?

Rosie: *comes into sight, struggling beside Hot Rod as the two babies pull a big heavy tarp*

Hot Rod: *clickerfit! There's the bigs! They can pull this big thing!*

Ratchet: *getting the mattress set up, will help Wheeljack onto it once it's in place*

Wheeljack: *startles awake and gives Ratchet a look of confusion that is almost pitiful* Buh?

Ordnance: *meanwhile, just lifted tarp and babies and is winding the tarp around his arm so that Rosie can get to his back* *gruffly, as Bluestreak whimpers* Yeah, kid, I know. Hold on.

Ratchet: *soothing sounds* Get some rest, Wheeljack. *will move to help Bluestreak over to the mattress as well*

Hot Rod: *happy clickerfit now*

Bluestreak: *so tired and rundown that he cuddles Ratchet and hides his face against her* Want off the ride.

Ratchet: *gently* I'm just tucking you in with Wheeljack, so you both can rest.

Bluestreak: ...I made it with the bed?

Ratchet: Ordnance helped bring the mattress. *will tuck the gunner in with Wheeljack, then reach for the tarp*

Hot Rod: *much clickings!*

Ordnance: *with interest, as he looks up from reaching down to pick the little clicker up* That thing's got a plug cord.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will get the tarp situated and plugged in*

Hot Rod: *gonna kissie Rosie if nobody stops him!*

Rosie: *KISSIE THE BOYBOY*

Ordnance: *distracted from frowning in concern at sick bots to laugh uproariously and try to convince the babies to cut it out*

Wheeljack: *flinches at the laughter and puts a hand to her chest*

Ratchet: Ordnance, out.

Ordnance: *quizzical frown*

Ratchet: Wheeljack needs quiet rest.

Ordnance: *surprise, and then a salute as he hauls two little clickmonsters out and away*

Wheeljack: *squeaking and grousing in low voiced Cybertronian*

Ratchet: *will scan Wheeljack again*

Solar Flare: *fizz pop, bounce, bop!*

Eclipse: *living up to his name and hiding behind Mamaspark*

Ratchet: *small frown* I think calling the more active twin Solar Flare would fit him.

Wheeljack: *miserably* There any way ta talk him inta goin' in the box?

Solar Flare: *WHO'S HAVIN' A PARTY WITHOUT HIM???*

Ratchet: There might be... *will open Wheeljack's access panels, and the sparklet box, then try to coax the active spark with energy offered on her fingertips*

Eclipse: *gentle little pulse as he senses the air from the open panel*

Solar Flare: *goes stock still with surprise, then lets out a tiny burst of lightning that makes his mother wheeze*

Ratchet: Now, none of that. You're not being very nice to your mother. *will try again to coax Solar Flare to the box*

Eclipse: *dozin' babby is. Gentle pulsing. Happy spark*

Solar Flare: *kamikaze dive toward that interesting energy source*

Wheeljack: *cross-eyed*

Eclipse: *awake now, and no longer hiding behind Mamaspark. Got pulled out of hiding by Bubby's dive*

Ratchet: *scanning!*

Wheeljack: *very soft urk sound as she tries to get her eyes uncrossed*

Eclipse: *confused pulsing. Is no longer snuggled close to Mamaspark, and he can't hear Bubby, either*

Solar Flare: *just found the energy source in the box. So much excited static and flashes*

Ratchet: *to Wheeljack* Should I put Eclipse in the box, too?

Wheeljack: *optics shutter* ...Better place for 'im. Energy down there.

Ratchet: *small nod, will make sure Solar Flare won't escape the box before she starts coaxing Eclipse*

Eclipse: *curious about the energy, will follow it cautiously*

Solar Flare: *all excited as he acquires a thin crust of nanobots* *gives another big flash*

Ratchet: *to Solar Flare* I can tell, you're going to give Hot Rod a run for his energon. *gets Eclipse situated in the box as well*

Eclipse: *much pulsing as he absorbs energy*

Solar Flare: *another big flash, and a little ball of energy. Guess who just did his own urk, after taking in too much?*

Ratchet: *scanning!*

Solar Flare: *tired babby is. Also hugging the energy source without absorbing any more*

Eclipse: *small flash. Someone's got hiccoughs!* *bumps into the ball of ejected energy*

Ratchet: *scanning Eclipse and watching as the calmer of the twins absorbs the energy ball*

Bluestreak: *gets his eyes open and blinks at her* ...What're you doing, Ratch? Because it looks really weird and kind of creepy and... *quiet rambling*

Ratchet: *quietly* I'm just making sure the twins are absorbing energy and forming their spark chambers. *will also move to close Wheeljack's access panels and cover her with the tarp again*

Wheeljack: *unconscious snuggling motion*

Bluestreak: They're alright? *groggy blinking*

Ratchet: They're both healthy.

Bluestreak: 'M glad. Because... *rambling trails off*

Red Rooster: *just waltzed on in since the door was open. And now he decides to sound off!*

Ratchet: *startles*

Red Rooster: *triumphant wing flappings, and then another crow*

Ratchet: *black scowl for the Rhode Island Red. Will move to chase him out* Shoo.

Red Rooster: *impudent wing flap at her*

Ratchet: *Bird, she's faced down Ironhide when he was $%#$%$% nuts. You're not winning this round* *will move to usher the rooster out with her hand*

Red Rooster: *so much angry and affronted cackling!*

Ratchet: Shoo.

Matt: *coming to see what's got Red Rooster fussing*

Red Rooster: *goes flying up the steps with as much grace as a big Rhode Island Red is capable of, then lands and cackles more*

Matt: *will move to fuss over the spoiled rooster* *and realize that there's no Bluestreak chasing him* ???

Red Rooster: *Dad's here. He's got backup!* *turns and crows defiantly down the steps*

Ratchet: *will come up the steps once she's made sure Wheeljack, Bluestreak, and the twins are settled*

Matt: *facepalm*

Red Rooster: *pauses when he hears the facepalm, his wings drooping slightly as he looks anxiously at Dad. Bad chickie?*

Matt: Wh't'd 'e do?

Ratchet: Snuck inside and crowed, when I was working on getting Wheeljack and her family settled.

Matt: *blink blink* Famileh?

Ratchet: *nods* You'll get to meet them soon.

Red Rooster: *is now quietly amusing himself with Dad's pant leg. Peck peck, tug tug*

Matt: *slow grin, even as he shakes his leg gently*

Red Rooster: *gentle killing of pant leg*

Matt: When'll we git t' meet 'em?

Ratchet: It will be at least a week before Wheeljack will be up and about. *pause* But it will be at least a month before the newest additions to her family unit will be ready to be outside.

Matt: Awww.

Cyclonus: //Ratchet?//

Ratchet: *straightens* //Yes, Cyclonus?//

Cyclonus: //I've caught her. We're in the room that you indicated.//

Ratchet: *nod* //En route.// *will move to head for the room in question* *is glad that Cyclonus was able to capture the cyclopean femme. Is not looking forward to trying to repair what Whirl broke, but thought of her new nephews cheers her as she goes back to do the job she'd been waiting to attend to when Bluestreak had called*

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