rwn. /Lost Light/ and Cybertron. Trials and New Beginnings Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



Minimus Ambus: *suddenly rolling free of the Magnus Armor* Mini Jazz, stand down!

Mini Jazz: *more scoldies, will go back to his nice man and fuss*

Wheeljack: *boggling as he watches what's going on over there*

attacker: *looks up as the monster retreats, then scowls at the seemingly lifeless form of his second opponent before spotting the smaller mech and diving toward him*

Jazz: Gotcha, ya...!

Minimus Ambus: *had braced himself for the attack, but Jazz stopped the mech* I think it's time for the Lost Light's crew to leave.

Jazz: *soberly, as he hands the cursing attacker to one of the twin Enforcers* Ya think? *attention goes to his scolding little namesake* You kiss your batch initiator with that mouth?

Mini Jazz: *scoldies!*

Minimus Ambus: *sigh* Mini Jazz, that's enough.

Mini Jazz: *huff, will hop up and down*

Minimus Ambus: *will pick the hugmonster up*

Jazz: *arms folded across chest* You gonna explain this?

Windblade: *calls from the podium as Bluestreak's gun speaks* Ultra Magnus, you'd better get your crewmates out of here!

Minimus Ambus: *makes a mental note to have a session with Rung sometime soon, because he's sure he's going crazy, if this sounds like a good idea* *to Jazz* Come with us. I'll explain on the way to the ship. *will comm everyone on the crew with the same message: Get to the ship, because it will be leaving in less than a cycle, and anyone left behind will remain behind, no exceptions*

Jazz: Grit! Gravel! Get those bots ta the Lost Light! *points to Ratchet, Bluestreak, Wheeljack, and the sparklets*

twin Enforcers: *scowl toward him, and then lumber to obey*

Eclipse: *SQUEAL*

Bluestreak: *has a squeal to let out too as one of the huge mechs scoops her up*

Jazz: *hesitating as he looks back up at the mayhem in the stands and the wall of enforcers standing with braced feet and linked arms against the rush* *then looks back to Minimus Ambus* Git goin'! *runs to join the barricade*

Minimus Ambus: *hurries to the Magnus Armor, then gets something out of storage* Jazz! Catch! *will toss Jazz the PINpoint Drift gave him*

rush of air: *whistles around Minimus Ambus seconds before a hand grips his arm and lifts him. There's a confused sensation of rising and falling... and then he's sitting in the airlock of the Lost Light beside the Magnus armour as Mini Jazz cries loudly beside him*

Minimus Ambus: *startled curse before he can stop himself*

Nightwish: *snorts at him*

Minimus Ambus: *once he realizes where he is, he's hurrying to make sure Ratchet and the others get back to the ship safely*

Nightwish: *grabs him before he can get down the ramp*

Minimus Ambus: I need to make sure the rest of the crew is safe!

Nightwish: Get in your can first. *drops him by the armour and the crying hugmonster pup*

Minimus Ambus: *circulates for a moment, picks up Mini Jazz, then he's moving to suit up once more*

Nightwish: *listens, and then launches out of the ship*

Swerve: *falls on his butt right at the entrance* Eeep!

Ultra Magnus: Swerve, where are the others?

Swerve: *looks over his shoulder* There're a bunch coming now. Can't you hear Tailgate?

Tailgate: *wigging out loudly and worrying about Cyclonus*

Ultra Magnus: Where's Ratchet? *worried*

Swerve: *blinks* I never saw her. I was just gonna put the beat down on a NAIL bruiser when that big purple dame chased us all out. *points*

Verity: *snorts as she comes in* You were turned turtle with your butt up.

Swerve: I was not! I don't even know what that means.

Ultra Magnus: ... Begin preparations for departure. *moving to head down the ramp*

large hand: *grabs him by the shoulder*

Ultra Magnus: *looks*

enforcer: *massive purple woman with gold trim scowls down at him* You ain't going anywhere.

Ultra Magnus: Grumbler, I need to ensure that the rest of the crew arrives safely.

Grumbler: *implacable scowl* Jazz said to get you lot to your ship. Stay put.

Ultra Magnus: One of the crew is Whirl.

Grumbler: *points toward a muffled but impressed cursing* Right there.

Ultra Magnus: *darnit, that didn't work* Where are Ratchet, Wheeljack, Bluestreak, Dion, and Eclipse?

Grumbler: Monty's got 'em. *reaches down and swats Sunstreaker for trying to sneak past*

Sunstreaker: *on the ship now!*

Ultra Magnus: And where is Monty? *doing his best to keep a calm demeanor, but he's extremely worried*

Grumbler: Coming. *scowls down at Arcee*

Arcee: I've got Sideswipe.

Grumbler: Where's the boss?

Arcee: I didn't see Jazz after he told us to get the crew aboard.

Ultra Magnus: He went to break up the riot...

Arcee: *frowns from where she's standing and holding a limp Sideswipe by the scruff*

Grumbler: *deep scowl as she looks back the way they came. Plainly wants to go look for Jazz, but will obey orders*

Ultra Magnus: *looks to see if he can spot Ratchet and her group* *can see something big approaching... and now he's even more worried*

Arcee: *turns and follows Grumbler's gaze* I see Monty

Grumbler: *grunts*

Ultra Magnus: *comms Ratchet* //Are you alright?//

Ratchet: *angry relief* //We're fine. Where are you?//

Ultra Magnus: //I was forcibly escorted to the ship//

Ratchet: *grumbling over comms* //Has anyone else made it back?//

Ultra Magnus: //Most of the crew is already aboard. Cyclonus, your group, and *a few other bots he doesn't see* haven't gotten here yet.//

Ratchet: *cusses*

Monty: *arrives then. Is a huge yellow bot with a serious expression, twice the size of Grumbler*

Eclipse: *SO much fuss! Good luck getting her to eat anything later, Wheeljack and Bluestreak!*

Ultra Magnus: *quietly* //I gave Jazz the PINpoint Drift gave me.//

Nautica: *just appeared with a swish and a slight flash. Blaster, Brainstorm, and the other remaining crew members, besides Cyclonus, are with her* Wow. That was scary!

Blaster: *frowning deeply and wordlessly*

Ultra Magnus: *frown* Where is Jazz?

Blaster: *looks up* I didn't see 'im.

Ultra Magnus: *much frown* That's not a good sign.

Nautica: He went to help Ironhide and Chromia break up this big fight that was getting nasty. *looks at the object in her hand with the absent-minded look of a born engineer wanting to tinker*

Brainstorm: *curiously* What's that you've got there?

Nautica: *gadget vanishes into her internals* Nothing.

Brainstorm: Yeah, right. C'mooon, lemme see!

Nautica: Nope. Jazz's orders.

Brainstorm: Awww.

Brawn: Ironhide! Where's Jazz?

Ironhide: *growling as he looks back the way he and Chromia just came* Dunno why we hadta come here.

Chromia: *hits him* Orders.

Ironhide: *hits back*

Brawn: *knocks heads together*

Eclipse: *SHRIEK! Unhappy babby, is!*

Gears: Knock it off, you idiots!

Brawn: *glower* I'm trying.

Ironhide: *distracted in the very act of grabbing Brawn to pummel him* Oh no. Ah'm sorreh, babeh.

Dion: *wide eyes at the little orange and black baby, whose daddy is cuddling her and her mommy*

Nautica: ... *gives Eclipse a wrench*

Eclipse: *blink. Gleeful squeal, hugs the wrench to her chest*

Wheeljack: Oh, that's where that went. I was wonderin'.

Bluestreak: *soft sigh* Well, at least she's not mad anymore...

Eclipse: *clickerfit!* *leans out from between her parents to NAIL Ironhide right on the audio receiver*

Chromia: *startled sound, and then she's laughing*

Ironhide: *deep sigh as he puts a hand to the injured component and steps away out of reach*

Ratchet: ... *to Eclipse* You missed one. *points to Brawn*

Brawn: *glowers at Ratchet*

Dion: *scared sound at sight of the glower* You leave my mommy alone!

Brawn: ...Your what?

Ratchet: *sticking her chin out a bit* Do you need your audios checked, Brawn?

Brawn: *grumpy* What does that even mean?

Gears: *insults his IQ sotto voc*

Ratchet: I adopted Dion.

Eclipse: *much clickerfit! Wrench, meet Brawn! Brawn, she's not even sorry*

Brawn: *startles, and then grumbles and moves out of reach*

Eclipse: *scoldy clicks! You be nice!*

Wheeljack: Heyyy, 'Clipsie. That guy's even grouchier than Ironhide.

Eclipse: *THRRRPT. THRRRRPT THRRPT THRRRPT!!!*

Ultra Magnus: *pinching the bridge of his nose now* If we could get everyone on board...

Ratchet: Yes. Let's go.

Grumbler: *sees a general lack of attention being paid the commanding officers and starts slapping bots up the ramp*

Monty: *startles at the first impact, and then grins and starts herding*

Chromia: I can't leave Windblade though!

Ironhide: *gives her a startled look, and then sidesteps a swat*

Ultra Magnus: We'll find a way. *moving to get Ratchet and Dion on board. Will also herd Wheeljack and family... and snag a Verity as he passes her*

Verity: *surprised awk as she's herded*

Ironhide: *watches Chromia go the other direction. ...And then follows*

Nightwish: *lands at that moment, a limp white and black form in her arms*

Ultra Magnus: *surprised* Jazz!

Ratchet: *awks and moves to scan Jazz*

Nightwish: He's fading. Took a direct shot to the spark.

Ratchet: *bites back a curse as her own scans confirm that* We need to get him to the infirmary, STAT!

Nightwish: *calm and cold* So tell me where it is.

Ultra Magnus: *moves to get Dion from Ratchet*

Ratchet: *names the sector of the ship that the infirmary is in*

Nightwish: *vanishes and takes Jazz with her*

Gears: *blinks* That was different than Ratchet does.

Ratchet: *hurries inside after them, calling First Aid and Ambulon as she goes*

Ultra Magnus: *to Gears* I'm not even sure what that was... But we need to get inside the ship. Once everyone is on board, we'll depart.

Gears: What about Ironhide?

Dion: *absently licking his dad's arm as he watches Gears*

Ultra Magnus: *quietly* He went with Chromia.

Verity: They'll probably beat the snot out of each other a few more times... But they've totally got the hots for each other.

Gears: We're leaving him?

Dion: *scoldy finger to Verity*

Ultra Magnus: *quieter* We'll find a way to get him to safety.

Nightwish: *is back* You're the one holding us back now, Magnus.

Gears: *gives her a hairy eyeball*

Ultra Magnus: *blinks, then he's nodding and moving to bring the few bots left outside onto the Lost Light

Eclipse: *clickerfit, cuddles her lovie*

Wheeljack: *regretful look back as he brings his family aboard, but he doesn't protest. His baby just isn't safe on the homeworld right now*


infirmary, a couple hours later


Ratchet: *still working on Jazz, has been doing everything she can think of and then some to keep the saboteur from going offline*

door: *opens behind her*

Ratchet: *doesn't want to look away from Jazz, just in case...*

Nightwish: *walks over and frowns down at Jazz*

Ratchet: *despite her best efforts, Jazz is still losing power, but the medic isn't giving up yet* *to Jazz, even though it's likely he can't hear her* Don't you dare fade on me!

Nightwish: He needs an energy transfusion.

Ratchet: I know... I can't leave him long enough to get the equipment though. *sounds quite miffed about that*

Nightwish: *leans over and applies energy*

Jazz: *arms go out and fingers splay at the jolt*

Ratchet: *startled squawk, stumbles back a few steps*

Nightwish: *stands up and wipes her mouth* There.

Jazz: *garbled sounds. Optic band is very bright*

Ratchet: *moving to scan Jazz, is still worried about the black and white mech!*

Jazz: *intakes deeply, and then gives a little whine before fading offline. Is in no danger of going out now*

Ratchet: ... *hurries to get life support equipment* *soon has Jazz resting quietly* *to Nighwish* Thank you. *looks up when she doesn't get a response* ... *soft "heh" as she realizes it's just her and Jazz in the infirmary*

Wheeljack: *peeks in* We've got everybody else treated that needed it. How're things in here?

Ratchet: Jazz will be alright.

Wheeljack: How about you?

Ratchet: Is there someone who can come and sit with Jazz, in case he wakes up? *needs time with her family, Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *points up*

Ratchet: ... *looks up*

Grumbler: *is also looking into the room, her expression a dark scowl*

Ratchet: *small nod* Do you need a chair, Grumbler?

Grumbler: *snorts, and then comes in and settles onto her butt by the bed with a thud that makes the room vibrate gently*

Ratchet: Alright, then. *will set a call button within reach* If you need anything, call.

Grumbler: *snort*

Wheeljack: That's all yer gonna get, Ratch. *tired amusement*

Ratchet: *small nod* I got that. *will head for the door*

Megatron: *visible through the door of the other critical care room, held to his bed with straps crossed over his chest*

Ratchet: *small nod* That's everyone, then.

Wheeljack: *pensive frown as he looks at Megatron*

Ratchet: *quietly* Ultra Magnus thinks he can be trusted.

Wheeljack: *glances at her with sad eyes* They say he was right there with him when Bumblebee died.

Ratchet: *quietly* 'Bee was a trooper.

Wheeljack: I hear he carried Megatron to where Shockwave was doin' his crazy stuff.

Nautica: *comes in and calls for assistance*

Wheeljack: *jumps*

Ratchet: *startles*

Nautica: She's really sick, guys.

Wheeljack: *whirls and hurries over toward the blue woman and her little blue and grey burden* When'd Glyph get aboard?

Ratchet: *hurrying over and scanning Glyph*

Wheeljack: *quietly* She 'n 'Bee were conjux endura.

Ratchet: *quietly* She's suffering from a broken bond...

Wheeljack: ...What?

Nautica: *bewildered* But how? You guys don't know how to make spark bonds.

Wheeljack: *attention goes from Ratchet to Nautica* ...What?

Ratchet: I don't know how this could be possible...

Wheeljack: *shakes off his confusion* Do ya gotta know the "how" ta help her?

Nautica: *glances at him, and then looks back to Ratchet* Can you help her, Doctor?

Ratchet: I'll do the best I can. I need a spark booster.

Wheeljack: We got one left. *hurries to get it*

Nautica: *quiet anxiety* Where do I put her, Doctor?

Ratchet: We've got a warm berth just down the hall.

Nautica: Lead the way.

Glyph: *startles awake and blinks slowly* What?

Ratchet: *will move to lead the way, letting Wheeljack know where she's bringing Glyph*

Wheeljack: *acknowledges*

Glyph: I'm alright. You don't need to carry me.

Nautica: Shhh. Don't try to talk.

Ratchet: You'll be alright, Glyph. Right now, you need to rest.

Glyph: *big blue eyes blink at her* Rat... Ratchet?

Ratchet: Yes. You're not seeing things. *opens the door to the quiet ward*

medical drone: *turns and beeps a report from where he's hovering over his two favourite little Micron patients*

Glyph: *soft grunt as Nautica lays her on the empty bed nearest the door* Where...?

Ratchet: The Lost Light. We've left Cybertron.

Glyph: *eyes get bigger*

Nautica: *softly* It's alright. You had your memorial with you. I've got it safe.

Glyph: *sighs and closes her eyes*

Wheeljack: *arrives with a spark booster in one hand and a furry pink blanket in the other* Hey, I didn't know they made these things bot size.

Nautica: *blink blink* What is that?

Ratchet: *blinks and looks* Huh. Well, no harm in using it.

Wheeljack: Really? *to Nautica* It's a blanket. Warm-blooded organic people wrap up in 'em ta watch movies.

Ratchet: Or for sleeping. *moves to get life support equipment*

Wheeljack: *offers her the spark booster as she passes*

Ratchet: Thanks. *will move to get it installed*

Nautica: Tell me what to do?

Wheeljack: Go grab a habsuite.

Ratchet: We've got someone who can call for help if necessary, and I'll give Glyph a call button, too.

Nautica: Alright. *turns and walks out of the room* *startled squeak comes from the main corridor*

Ratchet: *will tend to Glyph* //Nautica, are you alright?//

Nautica: //There's a bot stuck to the wall out here.//

Wheeljack: *doesn't look up from examining the blanket* Looks like she found that video seller.

Ratchet: *sigh* Swerve was warned.

Wheeljack: He's upside down, with a sign that sez he poked Megatron with a stick.

Ratchet: ... *sigh* Good grief.

Wheeljack: *lifts his eyes from the blanket to look at her questioningly*

Ratchet: Did he really poke Megatron?

Wheeljack: Beats me. I was workin' on those guys. *points to the other new inhabitants of the ward*

Ratchet: I'll find out later. *will reach for the blanket*

Wheeljack: *frowns as he gives blanket* Yer hand's shakin'.

Ratchet: I'm fine, Wheeljack.

Wheeljack: *frowning* You better take a break.

Ratchet: I will...

Wheeljack: *starts to say something else, but then stops and looks toward the sound of shrill peeping as it becomes audible* What the...

Ratchet: ...Oh, dear. *moving to see what the commotion is*

Ultra Magnus: *trying to calm Mini Jazz down*

Mini Jazz: *NOPE. Not all his peeps are here!!!*

Dion: *looking over Dad's shoulder with the wide-eyed look of a baby who needs to be asleep*

Ratchet: *coming to see what has Mini Jazz upset*

Mini Jazz: *sees his last nice man and starts to talk. SO MUCH talk!*

Dion: *punchy little giggle* *and then commences gnawing on the Magnus armour*

Ultra Magnus: *moves to get Ratchet*

Mini Jazz: *will jump over to his nice man's mate and hop on her head*

Dion: *expression is now intensely intent* *SKREEK SKREEK SKREEK!* *eyes go toward a choked whimper and then widen slightly as he spots Swerve*

Ratchet: Mini Jazz, stop that! *trying to get the hugmonster to settle down*

Mini Jazz: *SCOLD*

Ultra Magnus: *looks to where Dion is looking* ... I'll talk to Red Alert to find out who did this... *will work on cutting Swerve free*

Nightwish: *calmly, as she walks past and into the infirmary* I did it.

Swerve: *meep of terror at sight of the dark woman*

Ultra Magnus: ... *sigh* We'll discuss the matter after the down shift. *finishes cutting Swerve free*

Swerve: *falls on his face as soon as he's set on his feet*

Mini Jazz and Dion: *don't even laugh about it*

Ultra Magnus: *to Swerve* You are dismissed, Swerve.

Swerve: *stifled sob as he gives a shaky salute*

Dion: *is now gnawing harder*

Ratchet: *still arguing with Mini Jazz over his hopping on her head*

Ultra Magnus: *grumbles quietly, then does a sudden hugmonster for baby swap*

Ratchet: *startles*

Dion: *blink blink* *kissie!*

Ratchet: ... *will hug Dion*

Mini Jazz: *FUSS*

Ultra Magnus: Let's go home.

Ratchet: *small nod* *quietly* Yes... Let's go home.

Ultra Magnus: *arm around her and soothing words for Mini Jazz as he guides them toward the habsuite level*

First Aid: *pops out of the elevator just as they reach it*

Ratchet: *squeak!*

Dion: *growls at First Aid*

First Aid: *visor blinks* Ratchet, you look terrible.

Ultra Magnus: *to First Aid* We're working on rectifying that.

Ratchet: *quietly* First Aid, how did you get on board?

First Aid: *frowns that gentle and slightly petulant frown* Cyclonus gave me a ride. You left us behind.

Ratchet: *wince* Sorry.

First Aid: It turned out alright. Who's in the infirmary?

Ratchet: *quietly* Wheeljack's in there right now... Ambulon is as well, but she's only supposed to be on light duty.

First Aid: Alright. You'd better go to bed. *moves to step around them, sidestepping a swing from cranky sparklet*

Ratchet: *sigh* Yes, you're right.

Mini Jazz: *MOAR FUSS*

Ultra Magnus: *will nod to First Aid, and move to guide Ratchet onto the elevator*

*rest of the journey is passed in silence broken only by Mini Jazz's fussing and Dion's growling at him* *recharge slab is welcome, and the weary fussing of the babies soon fades away into purrs*

Ratchet: *tired as she is, it's not till Magnus starts to gently rub her shoulder that she's able to finally relax enough to sleep*

Ultra Magnus: *will keep watch over his family in between short dozes*

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