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rwn. /Lost Light/. One Quest Down
Nightwish: *escorts Megatron into Swerve's, and then stalks over to the bar to see what there is to be had*
Viisaus: *already in the bar, back in one of the corner booths. Is happily puttering away and doing the accounting work for the bar*
Swerve: *was giving the old mech in the corner booth a o.0 look, but saw customers enter and turned to ask them what they want... Only to squeak and back up a few steps*
Nightwish: *looks toward the squeak and registers that the little guy is frightened and upset* Wait here, Megatron.
Megatron: *terse nod. Is waiting for someone to jump him*
Nightwish: *walks over and picks the little guy up. Gives him a nice energy boost, then sets him down* Point me to the bartender?
Swerve: *visor is VERY bright once he's let go* That's me... *and he's kinda tipsy now*
Nightwish: Oh. What's on the menu?
Swerve: *will name off the various drinks he can mix, visor still bright*
Viisaus: *has begun to absently hum some tuneless melody, is in his happy place as he works*
Nightwish: *glances toward the storeroom door* Give me a canister of that calcien compound with the rust.
Swerve: *blink. Blink* Okay. *will go to see what the pretty lady's talking about*
Nightwish: *absent stretch as she turns to show Megatron that she's checking on him*
Megatron: *is looking at the drink that an adorable tiny white and pale blue bot just offered him a taste of. And he's dotting*
Tailgate: It's really good. Go ahead and try it. *Look, Megatron. Visors and faceplates can go n.n, too!*
Megatron: *hesitates, unsettled by the tiny bot's lack of fear. But he takes the offered glass and sips from it* 0_0 *restrains the spit instinct! He's never tasted such a concentrated antifreeze flavour!*
Swerve: *coming back with a couple cans of the requested fuel. He's kind of curious about how it tastes, himself*
Tailgate: *so much grin for you, Megatron*
Megatron: *clears his taste sensors* *gruff and hesitant courtesy* I've never tasted anything like it before.
Nightwish: *facing Megatron and Tailgate, but watching everyone in the room*
Tailgate: *very surprised* You haven't? Your last bartender must've been bad at his job.
Megatron: *still gravely courteous* I haven't been to a bar in hundreds of vorns.
Tailgate: *boggling now* Wow. I couldn't imagine that... And I slept through the war...
Swerve: *trying to figure out how to open the fuel cans now*
Megatron: *brows raise* You slept through the war? *glances toward his warden as she moves*
Nightwish: *just helped herself to a can and popped the lid off* Got a spoon?
Tailgate: *nod* Yup. I fell through the Mittreous Plateau, and nobody bothered looking for me.
Swerve: ... Lemme check... *will do so*
Megatron: *face freezes as he hears Tailgate's words, and his attention turns back to the little bot* What's your name?
Tailgate: *again with the smile* I'm Tailgate.
Megatron: *offers one big hand* *gently* It's a pleasure to meet you, Tailgate. *hesitates and wonders* Do I need to introduce myself?
Tailgate: *will reach to shake your hand, Megatron* Sure. Ultra Magnus hasn't gotten to the history part of my lessons yet.
Megatron: *flinches inwardly and mentally prepares himself for a negative reaction and the end of this open friendliness* *gravely* I am Megatron.
Tailgate: *more grin* Nice to meet you, Megatron.
Megatron: *quietly* Former Warlord of the Decepticons.
Tailgate: *blink* Do you know Cyclonus?
Megatron: No. *startles as Nightwish sticks a can of fuel in his hand, then looks at her quizzically*
Nightwish: That's a spoon. You use it to scoop the fuel into your mouth.
Megatron: *looks at the fuel and dots*
Tailgate: *moving to scramble up to sit on one of the bar stools now* Hey, Swerve, can I try some of what Megatron's got?
Swerve: Here... *will offer Tailgate the can he finally got opened, and a spoon*
Megatron: *at the same time, even as he pulls a face at his own first taste, he's offering a spoonful of his to Tailgate*
Tailgate: *blinks and leans to try what Megatron is offering him*
Megatron: *feeds carefully*
Ultra Magnus: *entering Swerve's with the intention of getting breakfast for Ratchet, Dion, and Mini Jazz*
Cyclonus: *following Ultra Magnus, with similar intentions of getting breakfast for his family. ...And finding half of that family*
both mechs: *stop short when they see where Tailgate is, and who's with him* *oh, and they just caught the scent of the fuel*
Tailgate: *surprised squeak as he tastes the fuel* Ohhhh. That's GOOD!
Megatron: *gets his own face under control* It is. *will get another spoonful for himself*
Mudflap: *to Cyclonus* I'd watch who the kid hangs out with.
Cyclonus: *frown. Will move to approach the bar*
Ultra Magnus: ... *also frowning. ...Because he's not sure whether or not to get an image of this for Ratchet*
Megatron: Xp *offers another spoonful to his new friend*
Tailgate: *happily eats the offered spoonful*
Ultra Magnus: *gets an image and sends it to Ratchet*
Tailgate: *happily, as he noms* Your face looks funny.
Megatron: *pause. Finds himself making another face for good measure*
Tailgate: *laughs*
Ultra Magnus: ... *gets an image of that, too, and sends it to Ratchet, and to Verity*
Cyclonus: ... *giving you a puzzled look now, Megatron*
Viisaus: *looks up from accounting* *blink* Is something amiss?
Skids: *quietly, from the next table* Megatron made a friend.
Viisaus: Ah. That's good. Everyone should have at least one friend. *back to the books!*
Skids: *grins and orders what Megatron and Tailgate have*
Megatron: *attention from Tailgate to give Cyclonus a wary look that says he's ready to duck* *eyes hold weary defeat*
Cyclonus: *moves to approach the bar* *to Tailgate* I will let Rung know that you are already having breakfast.
Tailgate: *nod* Okay, Cyclonus. *blinks and looks down for a moment before offering his fuel can and spoon to Cyclonus* Here.
Cyclonus: *as he accepts the offered can and spoon* Thank you, Tailgate.
Sharpshot: *here comes one of the bitties that were brought aboard the ship after the mission to Luna 1. Looks around. Sees Tailgate sharing some fuel with that big guy. Runs over and plants herself in the big guy's lap*
Megatron: *eyes WHITE! as he stares at the baby femme*
Tailgate: *squeak!*
Cyclonus: *soft snort that might be a snerk*
Sharpshot: *demanding point to the spoon. You're eating something that looks good. Babby wants some too!*
Megatron: *staticked horror as he waits for an angry batch initiator or mentor to start pounding on him* She climbed into my lap!
Tailgate: *nod* Yeah. She does that to Cyclonus, too. And to Drift. And everyone else.
Sharpshot: *more point. You feed babby!*
Tailgate: Oh. Except Mudflap and Getaway.
Sharpshot: *thrrpts at the mention of the bad peeps. Babby no like them!*
Megatron: *dismayed look for Cyclonus. His panicked reaction to this situation is clear*
Cyclonus: She wants some of your fuel.
Megatron: *raspy* Where is her guardian?
Cyclonus: She refuses to choose one.
Tailgate: Actually, she likes Kup.
Cyclonus: *surprised blink* I see. Where is Kup?
Tailgate: *shrug and Idunno sounds*
Megatron: *winces as the sparklet growls. Quickly offers her a spoonful of the fuel*
Sharpshot: *growl turns into nomphing and happy lipsmacking*
Perceptor: *entering the bar with a tiny blue bitty snuggled against his chest*
Showtime: *issa big sleep*
Nightwish: *absently responds to the rundown sound of the red bot's systems and gives him some energy*
Perceptor: *surprised sound*
Showtime: *itty bitty purr, snuggles against her favorite big*
Nightwish: *gently sets the scientist down before he's tipsy* *touches the sleeping bitty on the little hand*
Showtime: *quiet little clicks, doesn't wake. She was awake most of the night due to tank upset, and kept her favorite big up as well*
Nightwish: *takes a bit of golden energon candy out of a pocket* *softly* Here, this will help her feel better.
Perceptor: *will scan the offered candy, then nod and reach for it* *quietly* Thank you, Miss.
Whirl: *coming to get breakfast for Twilight and Rouser* *stops short when he sees that* The *bleep*?
Perceptor: *long-suffering sigh at Whirl's cuss* Whirl, language.
Nightwish: *coolly, as she quirks a brow at the one-eyed bot* Is there a problem?
Whirl: *cockpit open, will gently extract the blanket-wrapped bundle that is Twilight*
Nightwish: *sees how weak the tiny girl is and smiles as she understands. Withdraws several candies from her pocket and offers them* One a day. No more.
Whirl: *nods as he accepts the candies* Got it. *will carefully stow all but one of the candies in a pocket for now. Intends to take them to First Aid for safekeeping*
Nightwish: *gentle touch for the frail sparklet*
Twilight: n_n
Whirl: This's Twilight.
Nightwish: *quiet honesty* She's beautiful. *hand in an obstreperous dino face*
Whirl: *stinkeye for Rouser* Rouser, quit being a dumb*aft*.
Rouser: *ignores Boss. Must check out person who dares touch babby*
Whirl: Leathery dumb*aft*... *looks to Swerve* Hey, Swerve, did ya get more rations for the dino?
Swerve: Oh. Yeah. *will go get the rations*
Showtime: *sleepy little clickstorm as Perceptor moves to bring her to a quiet corner of the bar*
Perceptor: *stops by Tailgate so the former sluice bot can greet Showtime*
Sharpshot: *trying to steal your spoon now, Megatron*
Megatron: *gentle words for the baby on his lap* Now, we need that so that Tailgate can have his share. *mouth twitches slightly as he hears Tailgate's soft greeting for the pale blue sparklet*
Sharpshot: *much clickerfit*
Megatron: *looks around for Swerve* May I have another spoon?
Swerve: *coming back with Rouser's rations* Huh?
Megatron: *indicates clickerbug holding spoon with both hands and gnawing on it* May I have another spoon?
Swerve: Oh! Yeah... *will get another spoon out and offer it to Megatron*
Sharpshot: *muffled chirp around the spoon. Is a happy babby*
Showtime: *soft, soft chirp in response*
Megatron: *takes the new spoon and offers a scoop to Tailgate*
Tailgate: You didn't say thank you.
Megatron: *blank*
Sharpshot: *muffled clickstorm!*
Cyclonus: *calmly* I would advise thanking Swerve, before Sharpshot starts scolding even more.
Megatron: *expression shows he's wondering what they're talking about* ...Thank you.
Swerve: *grin* You're welcome. *has been on the receiving end of one of Sharpshot's scoldings, and even though it's usually pretty funny to see someone else catch it from the bitty, he can tell this isn't the best time for it*
Sharpshot: *spoon out of mouth, will try and feed herself some of the nom*
Megatron: *tries to help her get some, only to frown as the spoon scrapes the bottom of the can*
Nightwish: Another can, 'Tender.
Swerve: Lemme give this to Whirl first... *will give the shoulder angel rations to the helicopter bot, then go to get more of the stuff in cans*
Sharpshot: *happy yap as she sticks a hand in the can and gets crumbs* *suck on fingers!*
Ultra Magnus: *not quite sure how he feels about this right now, will shake his head and sigh... only to pause as he sees a mech he doesn't recognize. Will move to approach the corner booth* Excuse me, but how did you get on board?
Nightwish: *steps over* He came with me.
Viisaus: *looks up from his work* Is there a problem?
Ultra Magnus: ... *thinking this over, quickly. Then he's shaking his head* No, I don't think so.
Nightwish: Do you have time to talk now, Magnus?
Ultra Magnus: I can't talk long. I came to get rations for Dion, Ratchet, and Mini Jazz.
Nightwish: *nods* What's the mission of this ship?
Ultra Magnus: *quietly* The original mission, or the current one?
Nightwish: Both.
Ultra Magnus: The current mission is to locate a former crew member who went AWOL. The original mission is a quest... *feels a bit silly saying this* We were originally seeking the Knights of Cybertron.
Sharpshot: *looks up and clearly recites coordinates*
Nightwish: *looks toward her with surprise* That's Quadriate Terra.
Ultra Magnus: *boggling at the sparklet*
Tailgate: Wow!
Viisaus: *absent hand and stylus wave* Knights of Cybertron. Yes.
Ultra Magnus: *blink, gives the elderly mech a puzzled look* I beg your pardon?
Nightwish: *nods toward the elder* Viisaus of Tau.
Viisaus: *calmly, as he finishes the accounting* In my younger days, I was known as Viisaus the Just... Though I would much rather be referred to as "Viisaus".
Ultra Magnus: ... *VERY surprised*
Whirl: *cackle* Holey *BLEEP*. We've got one of the *bleeping* Knights of Cybertron on board! Ow! Rouser! *MASSIVE stinkeye for the shoulder angel*
Rouser: *stop waving the food!*
Drift: *quietly, from where he'd been sitting* I saw the badge when you come in earlier. I wasn't sure what it meant.
Nightwish: *quietly, as Viisaus looks up again* You have Wing's sword.
Drift: *very quietly, optics downcast* The Circle of Light gave it to me after Wing was killed.
Viisaus: *gets up and moves to put a gentle hand on Drift's shoulder* He saw the potential you hold.
Drift: *glances up, optics going from Viisaus to Nightwish* You knew him?
Nightwish: He and I shared mentors.
Viisaus: *will give Drift's shoulder a gentle squeeze* *to Nightwish, in Primal Vernacular* [Is it alright if I adopt him as well?]
Nightwish: *molten eyes actually sparkle* [Shouldn't you ask him?]
Viisaus: *soft chuckle* [I will, but I wanted to make sure you wouldn't feel unloved, first.]
Nightwish: *snorts, though her eyes are still twinkling* [You worry too much, old man.]
Viisaus: [Perhaps, but is that not my duty as a mentor?] *smile*
Nightwish: *only reply is the soft, trilling call of a sparklet to its parent*
Viisaus: *soft rumble of reply*
Drift: ... *looking back and forth between the two, very visibly confused*
Ultra Magnus: *just as confused*
Skids: Wait, he's your batch initiator?
Nightwish: *looks at him so that he knows she's paying attention to him* No. Shockwave was my batch initiator. But I am Viisaus' creation in every way other than physically.
Viisaus: Starseeker and I claimed her as our child, and Jubilation considers her a sibling.
Skids: Whoa.
Ultra Magnus: ... *quiet gobsmack as he realizes something* Then Megatron has been placed in the custody of the Knights of Cybertron.
Drift: *quiet* Yeah... *optics downcast again*
Viisaus: Is that not appropriate? *grin for Ultra Magnus*
Ultra Magnus: I believe so. I would need to check the Autobot Code to be certain.
Nightwish: *looks at her mentor* [This is the one with no sense of humour.]
Viisaus: *blink* [Oh. Oh, dear.]
Nightwish: And Megatron's been hit by sleeping baby magic. *turns toward her ward. Over her shoulder as she goes* Do you have any more questions, Ultra Magnus?
Ultra Magnus: No... Not at present. *will move to get rations for his family*
Viisaus: *soft chuckle* *to Drift* Is it alright if I count you amongst my children?
Drift: *startled* What?
Viisaus: I would like to be your mentor.
Drift: ... I... I need to think... Please excuse me.
Viisaus: *nod, lets go of Drift's shoulder* Very well. I will be here.
Drift: *small nod, will leave the bar*
Cyclonus: *looks toward Nightwish from where he's supporting a sagging Megatron*
Tailgate: *trying not to squee too loudly at the cute that is Sharpshot snuggling against Megatron and sucking her fist*
Nightwish: *softly, to Cyclonus* No. I don't need assistance. *lifts Megatron without straining, but then pauses and looks at the sparklet* I don't want her mentor to worry. See if you can take her?
Cyclonus: *small nod, will gently lift Sharpshot*
Sharpshot: *squirms and clicks as she's moved*
Nightwish: *soft and soothing trill for both the sparklet and her ward, who is slowly turning his head*
Megatron: *struggling against torpor, but failing*
Sharpshot: *settles down to sleep once she's tucked against Cyclonus' chassis*
Tailgate: *softly* Awwww!
Nightwish: *small smile as she turns and carries Megatron back to the infirmary*
Viisaus: Would anyone here like a memoir written?
Dion: *looks up as the door opens and Dad comes home*
Mini Jazz: *burp sounds*
Ultra Magnus: *quietly* Is Ratchet still resting?
Ratchet: *optics still off* Yes.
Dion: *giggle*
Mini Jazz: *beep!*
Ultra Magnus: *soft snort. Will get the rations situated, then disengage the Magnus Armor*
Ratchet: *rolls onto her side and switches her optics on, not blinking as Mini Jazz decides to bounce on her* Was Nightwish there?
Minimus Ambus: Yes... We've also acquired one of the Knights of Cybertron.
Ratchet: *fully awake now* What?
Mini Jazz: *feedplz! Feedplzfeedplzfeedplzfeedplzburp!*
Minimus Ambus: *as he offers a piece of food to Mini Jazz* His designation is Viisaus of Tau. He came on board with Nightwish.
Ratchet: *takes a moment to digest the fact that a living legend is on board the ship, then looks up again* So they're real.
Mini Jazz: *playfully nomphs his nice man's now empty fingers*
Dion: *giggle*
Minimus Ambus: *startled sound as his fingers are nomphed*
Ratchet: Is Nightwish one of them too?
Minimus Ambus: *as he offers Mini Jazz more food* Yes. Viisaus mentored her.
Ratchet: *sees the look on his face* Pretty sure the first one we met isn't.
Dion: *handful of mud in his face* :D
Minimus Ambus: *small, contemplative nod* *then* Sharpshot spoke.
Ratchet: *brows up as Dion stuffs botmado mud into her attempted question*
Minimus Ambus: She provided coordinates for Quadriate Terra.
Dion: *intent on feeding Mom* That's where Roddybutt is.
Ratchet: *sputters her mouthful*
Minimus Ambus: *startled sound* It is?
Dion: *looks up* Yup. She told me not to tell till she said.
Mini Jazz: *finger nomph*
Minimus Ambus: ... *not sure how to react to the news*
Ratchet: *thinks of how little the sparklets have been together* ...When did she tell you that, Dion?
Dion: Oh, before we could see. Before we found our bigs.
Ratchet: *turns her head to look at Minimus*
Minimus Ambus: ...When you were on Luna 1?
Dion: *nods* Just before I got to see 'n found Mom.
Minimus Ambus: ... *looks to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *gentle hand on her little one's back* That's... actually not the first time I've heard of plots made before birth.
Minimus Ambus: ... It isn't?
Ratchet: *soft snort* Nope.
Minimus Ambus: ... Would you explain what you mean?
Ratchet: *bit of a grin* You're asking me to break patient confidentiality?
Minimus Ambus: ... No... I suppose not.
Ratchet: *attention to Mini Jazz sounds* One case involved Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. One didn't.
Minimus Ambus: I see...
Ratchet: Did you taste that botmado mud?
Minimus Ambus: ... Botmato mud?
Ratchet: *points to the stuff that Dion is nomming and wearing*
Minimus Ambus: ...I have not tried the botmato mud yet.
Dion: *promptly offers a fistful*
Ratchet: *smirks*
Minimus Ambus: *surprised sound at having noms poked in his mouth*
Mini Jazz: *beeps and hops!*
Dion: *happy grin for Dad*
Ratchet: *waits for reaction*
Minimus Ambus: *Ratchet, you remember that image he got of Megatron pulling a funny face? Megs has NOTHING on him*
Ratchet: *sputter sound as she goes face down on the bunk*
Dion: :( ?
Mini Jazz: *MUCH beeping and hopping*
Ratchet: *shoulders start shaking*
Dion: *starts to wibble as he watches Dad*
Minimus Ambus: *will look for the spoon he knows he brought with him* That... was interesting.
Ratchet: *stifled cackle*
Dion: *startles and looks quizzically at Mom. Realizes she's laughing, and that Mini Jazz is laughing. So he laughs too*
Minimus Ambus: *spoon found. Will look for the can of mud and pull another funny face once he eats a spoonful of it*
Dion: *realizes that Dad's expression is FUNNY. Much happy belly laughs*
Ratchet: *more cackle*
Mini Jazz: *So much beeping and hopping! His nice man is funny!*
Minimus Ambus: *nomming as neatly as he can manage, and boy, does he ever have some funny faces in him!*
Dion: *realizes Dad is eating. Stops laughing and opens his mouth*
Minimus Ambus: *feeds Dion some of the mud*
Ratchet: *chokes on laughing, sputters and grumbles, then looks up and firms her jaw as she watches Minimus and Dion interact*
Minimus Ambus: *very intent on getting fuel into Dion's tank*
Ratchet: *turns over, then lays back to rest and watch over her boys*
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