dens_tf_den | Nexus, Safehouse, beginning repairs.

Scatters: *all but bouncing around Mistfire, or at least as well as he can, chattering rapidly, and pausing occasionally to giggle inanely*

Wheelie: *in similar state*

Calix: *hidden in the shadows, alerted by the noise that someone is approaching*

Mistfire: *pushes open the door to the safehouse* You guys are a riot, really. *looks around* Kind of killed any element of surprise we could have had, though.

Scatters: *pouts, tries to be cute* But they were goo-*YELPS*

Wheelie: *HIDING NOW, behind Mistfire*

Calix: *Has Scatters pinned, one arm behind his back* >/

Mistfire: No. That's mine. Gimme.

Calix: *scowls, lets Scattershot up* I thought Neutrals were supposed to be good at keeping on the dl. *body language suggests nervousness*

Mistfire: I wouldn't have brought them along in this state if it wasn't safe. *arm around Scattershot as the other seeks Wheelie*

Calix: *continues to scowl, at least until a soft noise from one of the berths in the sleeping area catches her attention, and she hurries over to it*

Wheelie: o_o *still jittery, but will try to hold still*

Scatters: *happy nuzzles!*

Mistfire: *gives her mate a peck* Not now, Gorgeous.

Scatters: *pouts, nods a bit*

Calix: *quietly talking to the mech on the berth. Said mech is awake, and alert enough to listen and occasionally make a garbled, staticky noise*

Mistfire: *rubs Scattershot's back and then lets he and Wheelie go to walk over and offer Calix the credit chit Jazz gave her* I know his name.

Calix: *optics widen slightly at the sight of the credit chit, and her hand shakes a bit as she accepts it* You do?

Mistfire: *nods and tilts her head a little, waiting*

Calix: *doesn't seem to realize her hand is shaking* Would you please tell me?

Mistfire: Five credits.

Calix: *wry smile, pulls out a small credit chit and offers that chit to Mistfire*

Calix: Girl's gotta make a living...right?

Mistfire: Especially when her big dream bounty just went bust. *doesn't even smirk as she puts the chit away*

Mistfire: That's Blurr.

Calix: *narrowed optics, concerned, but nods*

Blurr: *more static*

Mistfire: *turns to look at him* Hey, buddy. You're safe here. Calix will take good care of you.

Blurr: *manages a weak nod, showing that he does understand what Mistfire is saying*

Mistfire: *there's her grin, though a bit subdued* Good man.

Calix: *focuses on making sure Blurr is comfortable. All the while, her 'wings are twitching, and held at a high angle. Whether she notices this or not is unclear*

Mistfire: The berths here are all padded, but we brought an electric warming tarp. In case his heaters aren't working like they should. *and also to comfort him, though she doesn't say this aloud*

Calix: *nods, frowning as Blurr's systems power down and the mech goes back into stasis* Considering how weak he is right now...that's a good thing to have on hand...*turns to look at Mistfire again, trying to hide her own exhaustion and fear as well as she can*

Mistfire: We've got some time. Lay down beside him and grab a bit of stasis yourself. ...And if you want... contribute a donation for the tarp....

Calix: *headshake* I...I need to track down Blackout...and I need to make sure the Ratchet with the dog knows the whole situation...*still has some credit chits out, and of these, she offers Mistfire three, mostly mid-denomination ones*

Mistfire: *takes a couple of the chits* That's what we're here for. Now lay down before I disable your motor control.

Calix: *frowns, but eventually sighs and complies, keeping her chassis in close contact with Blurr's so her systems can help keep the injured mech warm*

Mistfire: *spreads the tarp over them and turns it on, and then turns to look at her mate* Alright, Gorgeous, you wanna go see if Blackout's in the bar?

Scatters: ^^ *snuggles mate one more time, before making his way out the door and to the bar, still hobbling a little, but not nearly as bad as before*

Wheelie: *has decided to play Security, and is "guarding" the door, though his idea of "guarding" seems to be opening the door every so often and peeking out, before ducking back inside*

Calix: *is now in a light stasis-nap, one arm draped protectively over Blurr*

Mistfire: *pulls the chair away from the desk in the room and settles in it, then calls for Wheelie*

Wheelie: *perks, closes the door again, and darts over to Mistfire, before attempting to climb into the femme's lap*

Mistfire: *picks him up and cuddles him, her senses on the alert for anything going on*

Cut to bar

Scatters: *still wound up from the energon goodies he ate earlier, looking around, before frowning. He doesn't remember what the Blackout he's supposed to be looking for looks like*

*shadow falls over him from behind*

Hormah: *also from behind* Move, ye stunned $%#@$#@. Or Blackout'll purdle ye.

Scatters: *'wings UP! moves to the side, blinking a bit as he spots Hormah* I remember you! :D

Hormah: Course ye does. *glances up to watch her mother and youngest brother and sister walk toward the bar, Minicons in attendance*

Scatters: *headtilt, glancing up as well* ?

Hormah: Me boss, Blackout. 'N me baby brot'er 'n sister, Apoleia 'n Sheol. *grins*

Hormah: Also me little sister Pink, 'n me little brot'er Toyrt-Mow.

Scatters: *blink blink, wondering if the Blackout present is the one who he's supposed to be finding* Er....okay...

Scatters: This Blackout the one who has parts for sale?

Hormah: *headtilt and curious beeping* Yeah, b'y t'at's she. Ye after needin' parts?

Scatters: Not me specifically...friend of a friend...

Hormah: *glances at Pink as she comes to sit on her shoulder, then turns back to Scattershot* What parts t'ey be needin'?

Scatters: He needs *lists off what he remembers seeing*...and a lot of the parts he does have aren't even worth what the person rebuilding him paid for them...

Hormah: *frowns* Ye after havin' somebody t' install all t'is, me son?

Scatters: *quickly comms Mistfire and asks whether it was discussed as to who would be installing the replacement parts or whether the subject never came up*

Scatters: *nods* There's a medic...

Hormah: Ratchet?

Scatters: *nods* if it's the same one who patched up Mistfire after she got hurt, then I've met the mech...

Hormah: Big slaggin' ugly yeller lump, wit' a dog, is t' one I's after t'inkin' 'o. 'E works on anybody.

Scatters: *grins* That's the one...

Hormah: *blink* Yer friend here in t' Nexus, b'y?

Scatters: *nods* The safehouse

Hormah: *softly* So t'at's what I's feelin'. *frowwn as she glances toward her team, and then she's heading for the door*

Scatters: *Startled, follows quickly*

Back to safehouse

Ratchet: *looks around from where he's sitting and talking to Mistfire and Wheelie* Hello, Hormah.

Hormah: *deedlebeeps at him as she hurries to look at the wounded mech and his protector*

Rachet: *shrugs and nods to Scattershot, then turns back to the conversation with the tri-coloured femme*

Calix: *unshutters optics when she hears Hormah approaching, wary look as she moves to be ready to protect Blurr*

Scatters: *moves so he's standing behind Mistfire and Wheelie*

Hormah: *softly in perfectly Iacon accented Cybertronian* Easy. I'm a servant of Primus. I can feel your friend's pain.

Calix: *stressed, worried about Blurr, but nods a bit, relaxing somewhat. Blurr, thankfully, remains in stasis*

Hormah: *gently* Ratchet's here. And my creator has more than enough parts to rebuild your friend's shell.

Calix: *small, grateful smile, is glad to finally have some good news regarding Blurr, nods* *Quietly*Thank you...

Hormah: *smiles back* Thank Primus. I'm only doing my job.

Ratchet: *nods and gets up to come over* *gruff gentleness* May I see him?

Calix: *nods, carefully moves away from Blurr, manages to do that without removing the heated tarp from the mech*

Ratchet: *doesn't need to take it off, he steps around Hormah, who moves over to the corner by the desk as he comes in and stands over the berth, all his scaners working* Hrrrmmmm

Calix: *Starting to worry again, her earlier exhaustion and fears beginning to surface again*

Hormah: *puts her arms around the other femme* Shhh. He's going to be alright.

Calix: *wibbles, trying to stay strong, is scared that even after all she's done, Shockwave will still find the two of them, and everything will have been for naught*

Hormah: No one can touch you here. And there are other safe places, in other realities. *gentle back rub*

Calix: *shaking as she quietly weeps. Everything she's been fretting about is coming out as the femme breaks down*

Hormah: *just puts her arms around the shorter femme and emotes a bit of Primus' peace as she rubs Calix's back and murmurs to her*

Ratchet: *politely not looking as he makes a few small remote repairs even as he scans*

Calix: *starting to calm down, still a bit shakey, and clearly exhausted from far too many days and nights of working on getting Blurr stabilized*

Hormah: You need to sleep yourself.

Ratchet: *nods and looks at Calix* *gruff gentleness* Don't worry. I can build him a new shell. Do you have his specs?

Calix: *nods, pulls a datachip out of a storage compartment* The images on this are a bit out of date regarding the blue femme in some of them...but there are several clear images of the mech...*voice is shaking slighlty, as she's trying to not tell the whole truth*

Rachet: *accepts it.* And do you have funds for parts? I can cover them if you don't.

Calix: *holds up the credit chit that Mistfire gave her*

Ratchet: *takes it and nods* Try to get some rest yourself. Your systems are over stressed. *turns and walks out*

Hormah: *gives the smaller femme another hug*

Calix: *small nod, moves to find some blankets she can use as a makeshift berth so she can be close by in case Blurr needs anything*

Hormah: *firmly steers her back toward Blurr's berth*

Calix: ! But I don't want to be in the way...*not really able to fight back, due to being so tired*

Hormah: *still in Cybertronian* You won't be, don't worry. And if his sensors are as damaged as Ratchet says he'll need to touch you to know you're there. He can hear, but not too much else

Calix: *fretting, lays down close enough that Blurr will be able to feel her when he wakes up*

Hormah: *gently tucks them both in, and then quickly applies a light tranq override to the weary femme*

Calix: *drifting off, protective arm over Blurr again*

Hormah: *gentle deedlebeep of a chuckle, and then she pulls out the chair that Mistfire had been using and settles down to watch over them, commune with her creator, and pray to the Greater Creator*

Mistfire: *watching through the door* Looks like our work here is done.

Scatters: *snuggling Mistfire and Wheelie*

Wheelie: *happy bitlet, snuggles against Mistfire as well*

Mistfire: *rubs Wheelie's back as she leans against her mate* Let's go home and get you two back to normal.

Wheelie: *nods a bit, still snuggling*

Scatters: *dorky grin* Prolly a good idea...

Mistfire: *moves her shoulder a bit and smiles, but then lifts Wheelie and stands up*

Wheelie: *Surprised noise, clings to Mistfire*

Mistfire: *softly* Shhhh, Slugger. We're going home. You want your fort?

Wheelie: *nod, won't admit that he's about ready for a nap though*

Mistfire: *smiles at him, and then turns to look at Scattershot* You coming, Gorgeous?

Scatters: *Grin* Of course

Mistfire: *settles Wheelie on her hip and then reaches a hand to help her mate up off the couch*

Scatters: *stands, moves closer to Mistfire*

Mistfire: *grins at him and then PINs them all home*

((Co-written with

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