rwn. /Lost Light/ and Terra. Rodimus Found Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here.



Later, as the crew disembarks


Brainstorm: *yelps as a large hand lifts her off the gangway* What the *blankity*???

Ratchet: *amused* So that's Road Train, then.

tiny silver lady: *steps forward* Welcome to Terra, capitol of Terra.

Ratchet: *blink blink* Er... Hi. *surprised to see a lady even smaller than Minimus Ambus' main body*

lady: I'm Kia, and I'm here to offer recommendations and directions.

Swerve: Are you a girl?

Kia: *blinks* Yes, I am.

grouchy bot: *standing nearby and scowling as he watches the crew disembark*

Ratchet: *thinking quickly as Perceptor disembarks* Kia, do you know anything about the native wildlife?

Kia: What sort of wildlife are you interested in, Doctor? *pauses and looks up as Nightwish stops by the grouch*

Nightwish: Let me guess, you're Brainstorm?

grouchy bot: I'm Quadriate Terran Secundian Recalcitrant Querulous Hoary Tenured Psychological Analytical Examiner Brainstorm.

Ratchet: *comms Perceptor and asks him to come over* Actually, we have a science unit on the crew who might be more interested in learning about the native wildlife.

Perceptor: *confused as to why Ratchet asked him to join her. Was intending to locate Showtime and see if there was any sort of information hub*

Nightwish: *SMOOCH a grouch to see if he cheers up*

qBrainstorm: *startled flailing is a go*

toad: *singing a happy song now*

Blaster, Swerve, etc: *standing there with their mouths hanging open with shock*

Perceptor: *blink blink* Oh, my.

Ratchet: ... *snickerfit*

Megatron: *shaking his head*

Viisaus: *slipping away while everyone else is distracted. Doesn't realize he's got an Ultra Magnus shadow*

Nightwish: *steps back* Are you feeling any better now?

qBrainstorm: *wobbles and lands on his skid* Wow.

Perceptor: *soft "tsk" and a headshake*

Swerve: ... I never saw any humans fall over after that happened.

Kia: *brow quirk* Of course not. Human kisses are a totally different process. For Transformers it's a pleasant exchange of energy.

most the bots on the gangway: *are hiding their mouths*

Megatron: *weary smirk at the face hiders*

Perceptor: *blinks* You speak as though you have personal experience in the matter.

Kia: *looks at him and smiles* Oh no. I'm only repeating well-known facts.

Mini-Jazz: *looks over Ratchet's arm, then drops the thing* *ISSABOSS*

hugmonsters: *coming in from every direction to see who just yelled that!*

Ratchet: *startles and boggles*

Perceptor: *startled sound* Oh, goodness!

Blaster: *watches most his crewmates book it back into the ship, then hunkers down and clicks to the nearest monsters*

green hugmonster: *hopping up and down and beeping!* *ISSABOSS!*

Mini-Jazz: *beeps laughter and jumps up and down*

Kia: *earnestly* There's no reason to be frightened. The hugmonsters are just here to be sure there aren't any pests on your ship. *to the green monster* Fluffy, hush.

Fluffy: *BOSS*

Kia: *gentle small hand swats the big head of the turkey-size monster* I said hush!

Fluffy: *squeak, trills!*

Kia: You heard me. *watches Fluffy sniff the red and white bot's feet* ...Be gentle.

Perceptor: *curious, will scan Fluffy, musing out loud about physiology and how the hugmonster differs from Mini Jazz*

Kia: *walks over* Oh, she's only older. They're both common Outsiders.

Perceptor: Common Outsiders? *curiosity piqued*

white male: *ugly black blotches all over his face. Jumps on Fluffy with both feet* *ISSABOSS*

Fluffy: *GONNA KICK YOUR BUTT!*

Kia: *nods as war breaks out in front of her* The most common hugmonster breed on the planet surface. Their health is unaffected by being away from their hosts once they're grown.

Perceptor: And other breeds would be adversely affected? *in science mode!*

Kia: The Insider breed is much more dependant on spark radiation to stay in health. There are few of them on the planet, however.

Perceptor: Oh? *very curious*

Ratchet: Perceptor is one of our science officers. *amused and pleased at how Perceptor's come out of his shell with little prompting*

Kia: Yes, the Insiders live within the Maks.

Perceptor: Maks?

Kia: Maks are the non-planetary Transformer race. Many of them never touch ground in their lives.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will turn her attention to overseeing disembarkment, since she doesn't see Ultra Magnus anywhere*


Meanwhile, across town in one of the main squares


Dion: *pointing to everything and asking questions just as fast as he can talk. His other arm is around the neck of a red and blue baby hugmonster*

Eclipse: *gnawing the head of a tarnished looking little babymonster as she listens to the questions and answers. Her monster kept honking till it fell asleep from full belly*

Rodimus: *answering questions as well as he's able to. All the while, a red, yellow, and orange buffer strops against him and croons happily*

Torque: *clicking softly to the two blue bitties and bigger white and blue bitty she's cuddling*

Showtime: *issa wide-opticked clickerbug*

Sharpshot: *issa big sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep*

Tailgate: *also hugging a babymonster as he listens intently*

Dion: *stops in mid question to shout happily* Dad! Look! I got a friend for Mini-Jazz!

Rodimus: Who's your da- *falls silent as he spots Ultra Magnus approaching from the crowd*

Torque: *looks up from clicking* ... *gives Bubby the littles and CHARGES the big blue and white bot!*

Ultra Magnus: *was just about to approach the group, startled sound as he's charged by a massive tan and navy bot and then he's trying to defend himself*

Dion: *shrilly, as his hugmonster cries* No! No! Torque, that's my daddy! STOP! STOP!

Rodimus: Torque! Stand down! *hurrying to try and break up the fight-is it really a fight?*

Torque: *squealing and shouting "No!" over and over again*

Ultra Magnus: *trying to protect his head and chest now*

crowd: *gathering and forming a circle around the rumble, even as someone calls for bouncers*

Viisaus: *caught up in the crowd, will push his way through to see what's going on*

Dion: STOP! STOP!

Eclipse: *squealing with terror and clinging to her new pet*

Sharpshot: *shrieking angrily*

Showtime: *quailchicking and hiding against Tailgate*

Viisaus: *moving to rescue Ultra Magnus* *pauses when he sees Torque* *quiet shock* Torque?

Torque: *startles at that soft voice and looks up*

Rodimus: *trying to comfort the kids and their hugmonsters now. Is big enough to babbydance with all the bitties at once!*

Dion: *over the crying of his monster* Dad! Dad!

Ultra Magnus: *laying very still on the ground... Or he was, before the Magnus Armor separated and Minimus Ambus made his crawling way out*

Torque: *staring at Viisaus, optics white* Viisaus. *and she just fainted*

Viisaus: *startled sound, hurries to Torque's side*

Rodimus: ... *sends an SOS to Ratchet, as well as location coordinates*

Dion: *wriggles down and runs to his dad, tears making streaks on his face*

Minimus Ambus: *looking a bit ill, but he'll manage to sit up and hold an arm out to Dion*

Dion: *cuddles close, still holding his crying hugmonster fast*

Minimus Ambus: *soft clicks, despite the pain in his head. Will murmur reassurances*

Ratchet: *made people near the Lost Light wonder how she managed to vanish so suddenly*

Viisaus: *working on getting Torque laying comfortably, his own optics white*

Dion: *looks over at Viisaus* She was supposedta be good. Sharpshot said so.

Sharpshot: *fussing now, don't mind her*

Viisaus: *quietly* Perhaps she has changed...

Rodimus: *trying to comfort upset babbies, and upset Tailgate* *quietly* She was fine before she saw Ultra Magnus.

Dion: *looks over* My dad's not bad! Mini-Jazz loves him.

Mini-Jazz: *sitting on his nice man now, the thing held in his mouth*

Ratchet: *as she works* Her processor's crashed. I can't get her to reboot.

Rodimus: *worried scowl* What do you mean?

Ratchet: Something is resetting my attempts to get her to boot up. *a bit tense now*

Viisaus: *shutters his optics, but then looks up* *quietly* Will she recover?

Ratchet: If I have anything to say about it, she will. *work work work, will also notify First Aid and Ambulon to let them know to expect incoming very shortly*

First Aid: //We're ready.//

Ambulon: //Ghek.//

Ratchet: Rodimus, bring Dion and Minimus Ambus closer. And the Magnus Armor as well. Viisaus, hold onto Torque. *intends to bring everyone back to the infirmary at once*

Ambulon: //Ugh.//

Dion: *urging peeps close till everyone's ready. His hugmonster has stopped crying and is hanging under his arm like a rag doll*

Minimus Ambus: *circulating slowly and bracing for the teleport*

Rodimus: *doing as told*

Ratchet: *once everyone's touching, she'll bring the group to the infirmary* *to First Aid and Ambulon* Triage. The tan and navy woman's processor crashed and she's not rebooting. I'll tend to Minimus. Someone give Rodimus a checkup. *putting action to her words*

First Aid: *even as he flies into action* Ambulon's got her own emergency.

Ambulon: *embarrassingly girl squeak*

Ratchet: ... What happened? *working on easing Minimus' dizziness*

First Aid: A hugmonster laid an egg in her hand, the egg burst, and then the baby hugmonster piddled on her.

Ratchet: ... *headshake and a sigh* She's gotten everything cleaned up, right?

First Aid: Yes, but now he's licking her hand while he eats.

Ratchet: *snerks and continues to work*

Rodimus: *fretting quietly*

Viisaus: *ditto*

Dion: *quietly bibbling as he pings someone*

Wheeljack: *bursts in a moment later, Bluestreak in tow* Where's my kid?

Eclipse: *YELLS*

Wheeljack: *rushes over, grabs his daughter. And then tries to separate her from the tarnished hugmonster pup*

Eclipse: *SQUEAL! Clings to the hugmonster!*

Bluestreak: *rambling now!*

Ratchet: Wheeljack, Bluestreak, it's alright for her to have that hugmonster. *still working on Minimus*

Wheeljack: *scowl* Right. *gives baby and monster to his wife, then hurries over to work on the patient that isn't getting attention yet*

Perceptor: *hurries in, apologizing for being late, then stops cold and takes his daughter* Oh, love, don't cry. I have you.

Showtime: *CLINGS to Mentor, little winglets buzzing with the force of her upset*

Sharpshot: *SUCH a black scowl on her face*

Kup: *smacks into the door frame and says something uncomplimentary about it*

Sharpshot: *repeats what she heard JumpJet say*

Ratchet: *sigh, headshake* *calls Cyclonus and asks him to come get Tailgate*

Kup: *impressed scowl on his half-asleep face as he picks Sharpshot up by the scruff and then cuddles her* Ain't heard that one before. Don't teach it ta Showtime.

Cyclonus: *calmly and carefully nudges Kup and Sharpshot aside*

Sharpshot: *SCOWLS at the purple big* *bitty growl is a go*

Kup: Easy, lass. *slips out of the door once Cyclonus has come in* Let's go see what this world's all about.

Tailgate: *looks up from his new pet and perks* Cyclonus! We found Rodimus!

Cyclonus: *soft rumble, glances toward the behemoth that Wheeljack is working with*

Tailgate: *simply, as he holds up his free arm to be lifted* He's a lot bigger now. I don't even!

little rose hugmonster: *sing*

Tailgate: *pauses and looks down* ...You sound like a bird.

Cyclonus: *looks to see what Tailgate is talking to, even as he moves to gently lift the minibot*

babymonster: *sing sing*

Tailgate: Wow, you don't sound like Mini-Jazz 'n Cinnabar at all.

Cyclonus: *soft rumble of agreement, will offer to take Tailgate and his new friend to Swerve's for a meal*

Tailgate: Can we go look at the planet? Maybe there's something to eat on the world.

Cyclonus: Very well. *will move to head for the ramp*

Wheeljack: *reading Rodimus a quiet riot act for going away as he gives the big bot a checkup*

Rodimus: *aside from being a bit stressed from recent events, he's in good health, and he's trying to explain why he left, which was to make sure Overlord didn't hurt the crew*

Wheeljack: Somebody from the other reality took care'a Overlord.

Rodimus: ... Other reality?

Wheeljack: Yup. In it you never ran off.

Rodimus: ... *looking down at his hands now* *quietly* It was the best option to keep Prowl from messing with people anymore, too.

Wheeljack: *looks up at him* *flatly* The other you took care'a alla that without runnin' off. Him 'n his wife.

Rodimus: ... Wife?

Wheeljack: Yeah. *pauses and looks over his shoulder as he hears firm footsteps enter the infirmary followed by slightly faltering ones* The other her.

Nightwish: *strides in with Megatron at her shoulder, then walks over to her father*

Viisaus: *keeping out of First Aid's way as the medic works on Torque, but it's clear the big lady's current state is affecting the data clerk*

Rodimus: *fretting quietly as he watches First Aid and Ratchet work*

Wheeljack: *growls at him* You're fine. Get outta here.

Rodimus: *opens his mouth to protest that order*

Ratchet: Rodimus, out. Now.

Rodimus: *meeps and scoots*

Minimus: But stay on the ship.

Rodimus: *cringes and nods, then he's out the door*

Ratchet: *finishes repairing Minimus' rattled processor* He'll sneak back in when he thinks nobody's looking.

Wheeljack: *quiet growl as he comes over to check on Torque*

Torque: *looks smaller than the one from the sibling reality, but that may be due to how still she is, currently*

Wheeljack: *touches her gently* Blue, circulate.

Bluestreak: *wibbling now*

Eclipse: *muffled clicking as she clings to her hugmonster friend*

Torque: *no response to the touch*

Wheeljack: *quietly* What're we gonna do, Ratch?

Ratchet: *quietly* All we can do. Eliminate possible ailments, and look for solutions.

Wheeljack: Think there's any doctors here?

Ratchet: There may be... *thinking back to when the kids were added to the crew*

Dion: *sits up by Minimus* Can't you repair her, Mom?

Ratchet: I'll do my best to... but something is stopping her from waking up right now.

Dion: *lets go of his hugmonster and opens his pocket* I have a wish.

Ratchet: *blinks* Well, it won't hurt to try.

Dion: *holds up the slightly grimy looking little blue twinkle*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, will hold out her hand for the wish*

Dion: *half climbs over Minimus to make sure she has it*

Minimus: *soft sound, makes sure Dion won't fall*

Mini Jazz: *beep*

Dion: *absently* It's not funny, Mini Jazz.

Dion's monster: *sits on Minimus and looks sleepy as he watches his nice man give something to the other man*

Ratchet: *once she has the wish in hand, she'll think about how to best word the request*

Nightwish: *quietly, as her golden eyes rest on Ratchet* I wish Torque were the way she's supposed to be.

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