dens_tf_den | bv and sv, Peru and Detroit, Strange Happenings...

Torque: *laying on his side where he's curled up over in the corner farthest from the hammock, his hand resting over a spot near his spark*

Optimus: *floating toward awareness and wondering why there is no Aerialbot sitting on him and demanding he wake up*

Torque: *rolls onto his back and begins snoring softly, seemingly unconcerned by the water trickling down the walls in places*

Optimus: *...snore? He doesn't rec.... Memory floods back, and he sits up, only to yelp as the hammock flips and dumps him on his face in a puddle* *groan*

Torque: *Awake in a flash, crouched and ready to fight, though he's only holding onto his weapon with one hand. The other is firmly over the spot near his spark*

Optimus: *sighs and sits up, wiping his face* ....

Torque: *small scowl* Don't do that... *starts and quickly opens the compartment he's got his hand over, withdrawing the little sparklet inside just before said sparklet begins to make a quiet fuss* Shhh, Wake, I've got you... it's okay...

Optimus: *quietly* Sorry, I'm used to my kids waking me up in the morning. ...And to a bed that's a little more stable. *sheepish bit of an apologetic and sad smile*

Torque: *frowning and clicking quietly to WakeJumper, before offering to tuck the little guy back into the compartment, and getting a small headshake as the sparklet regards Optimus silently* Must be nice...

Optimus: *sobers* It's getting there now that Fireflight knows how to get around in her own mind. But.... *looks around at the damp room and thins his lips as he thinks of what he'd like to do to Sentinel*

Torque: *soft, cynical snerk at Optimus's expression* Now there's a familiar sight...

Optimus: *getting to his feet and offering a hand to the other mech* What's that?

Torque: In case you didn't notice the other cycle... lotta us think about what we'd like to do to the... *remembers he's got WakeJumper* jerk... *grabs Optimus' hand while holding WakeJumper carefully* We'd better get this little guy back to Dancer...

Optimus: *expression goes grim as he helps him up. Then turns toward the door and pushes aside the curtain* *very quietly* You said last night that some people thought that Optimus Prime would put an end to... his... reign.

Torque: *just as quietly as WakeJumper settles against him more* Some people think that he'd only be beaten by Optimus Prime...

Optimus: *walking toward the main square* But your Optimus is gone.

Torque: *small sigh as he follows* Yeah... *blink* but maybe it doesn't have to be our Optimus...

Optimus: *turns and faces forward* :|

Torque: I'm being serious. What if you challenged him?

Optimus: *very quietly* It could tear your reality apart. *steps into the square and makes for the med lab*

Torque: ... *mutters a curse, before glancing down to the wide-opticed sparklet in his arms* If you repeat that around Dancer, I'm blaming someone else.

Optimus: *thinking deeply as he comes into the med lab and looks around. Blinks and frowns* Where's Bumblebee? And Megatron?

Deepdancer: *turns from where she's feeding a bot with no hands from a rough clay pot* They vanished last night.

Optimus: ...Vanished?

Deepdancer: *nods as she turns back to her patient* There was a flash of light, and they were gone.

Torque: Weird... *moves to stand in an out-of-the-way spot*

Deepdancer: WakeJumper's bottle is on the counter.

Torque: *nods and goes to get it*

Optimus: *frowning* Have they vanished like that before?

Deepdancer: *gives him a surprisingly mild 'use your processor' look*

Optimus: *Sigh* Right...*glances over to Torque as WakeJumper takes in fuel, a sad look in his optics as he thinks of the little mech's alternate*

Deepdancer: *looks around as the damaged bot thanks her quietly and turns his face away. Then looks back at Optimus and offers the clay container* You hungry?

Optimus: *Startled out of his thoughts, blinks, before nodding and carefully taking the clay container* Thank you...

Deepdancer: *shrugs* It's not much. *but it's all she has* *goes to check on her brother*

Optimus: *small nod, looks around, thinking of the familiar faces he's seen, and the 'bots back home*

*slight disturbance as a red and white form barrels into the room and throws itself at Deepdancer, crying*

Deepdancer: *gasps and catches the younger femme, staggering back as she does so* First Aid! *face falls* He's gone?

First Aid: *nods, still crying*

Optimus: *startled, can't help himself, comes over to see if he can help*

Deepdancer: *soothing sounds to the young one as she rubs her back* Shhhh. He's in the Well. He's safe now. Shhhhh, First Aid.

Optimus: *has a baaaad feeling about the situation* *quietly* I'm sorry...

Deepdancer: *turns her face toward him* *quietly* Her mentor's been in stasis lock since we got here. He finally managed to break out of it last night. *looks back down at the shaking femme in her grasp* He just didn't go the way we'd hoped he would.

Optimus: *quietly, optics darkened* What happened to Ratchet to put him into stasis lock for so long?

Deepdancer: *surprised expression, but then puts her one hand to her face over her optic band* Sentinel, of course.

Optimus: *shutters his optics and cycles air slowly* He has to be stopped.

Deepdancer: *makes a motion like kissing First Aid on the head, and then gently sends her to go 'talk to Firesong'. Her mangled face is grim as she watches the slender red and white femme depart*

Optimus: *quietly, more to himself than to Deepdancer* I know she's not my First Aid... but I hate seeing her cry...

Deepdancer: *glances at him* Your First Aid?

Optimus: The one from my reality of origin... *slight blush* She's... my girlfriend...

Deepdancer: Did Sentinel ever have jealousy issues with you?

Optimus: No... At least, not when Elita One was still Elita One, and not Blackarachnia...

Deepdancer: *leans on Viisaus' table* I was wondering, because he shot First Aid's mentor in the face when Ratchet wouldn't let him take her.

Optimus: ...*wincing, and then he remembers a certain event* ...Well... there was the one event that nearly ended with me punching him for being rude to the First Aid I know personally... If I remember right... Sharpshot punched him and shattered his optic...

Deepdancer: *sighs and settles wearily down to sit, avoiding Torque's gaze because no... she didn't power down last night* Now I know why he hated her.

Optimus: *mutter* You should hear her opinion of him...

Torque: *bringing WakeJumper over, and gently patting the little mech's back* How's Viisaus doing?

Deepdancer: He's back in stasis lock. *reaches to touch WakeJumper*

Torque: *shoulders slump as he carefully transfers the injured sparklet*

Deepdancer: *clicking to her adopted little one, and a tentacle on Torque's shoulder* He's been through too much to let something like this stop him.

Torque: *small nod*

WJ: *manages to get his remaining thumb to his mouth, sucks on it for a few moments*

Deepdancer: *gives Torque a poke* Did you refuel?

Torque: Not yet... Wanted to make sure Wake refueled...

Deepdancer: *gives him a Look* Get some before it's gone.

Torque: *nods* Yes, Deepdancer... *goes to get some fuel, only to get stopped by Optimus, who hands him the clay container*

Deepdancer: *brusque* Share that. *clicks to WakeJumper*

WJ: *clicks quietly around his thumb*

Deepdancer: *strokes his back with a tentacle and goes to answer a call on the other side of the room*

Torque: My shift's starting soon. *actually, he's going on guard duty whether he's officially supposed to or not*

Optimus: Is it alright if I come with you?

Torque: Sure. *frowns and takes a drink of the poorly refined oil, then offers the container back* I want to hear more about your kids.

Optimus: *has a drink of the oil and nods, thinking of the five youngsters who are no doubt raising a ruckous due to his absence* Who do you want to hear about first?

Torque: *leads the way out of the med bay* What did you mean about that one finding her way....

Meanwhile, in Detroit...

First Aid: *pulled over to the repair lab as soon as she arrived, to check on Skywarp and Sundog*

Fireflight: *the only Aerialbot in sight as everyone else from Meltdown's former lab rolls into the plant. She's crouching on the couch and peering over the back of it with wide optics*

Cragbuster: *looking around as he parks in an open spot*

Ratchet: *transforms and moves to settle in his usual chair, feeling very brain-broken right now*

Fireflight: *slinks over and settles beside him on the arm of the chair, then scrunches small and makes like she can hide behind him for sneaky reasons*

Ratchet: ... *raised brow ridge* Fireflight?

Fireflight: *looks at him blankly* Worlds collide.

Ratchet: *quietly* You mean with Optimus going missing?

Fireflight: Not missing. Not missing.

Ratchet: ...*gently* You know where he is?

Fireflight: Through the door. *rocks slightly, and says softly* He's talking to the others.

Ratchet: Which others?

Fireflight: The other side of the mirror. *looks at him*

Ratchet: ... I'm not sure I understand completely....

Fireflight: *very slight flail* This side of the mirror is good. The other side's broken. Redface bad. Purpleface good.

Ratchet: ... *frowning and forwarding what Fireflight's told him so far to Showtime for when she checks in the Nexus*

Fireflight: *looks him right in the eye* Sentinel broke it. *gets up and goes to hide under the blankets with her siblings*

Ratchet: ... *Also forwards that, and moves to get up from the chair*

Cragbuster: *transforms then* ...What was that all about?

Ratchet: To be honest... I'm not quite sure... but I have a bad feeling about it anyways.

Cragbuster: Is... something wrong with her programming?

Ratchet: *shakes his head* No. Fireflight is Fireflight...

Cragbuster: *confused frown just like Ratchet used to do*

First Aid: *out of the repair bay* Skywarp and her family are doing well, Ratchet. Do you need me for anything else? *concerned expression which is creeping toward the hallway and her younglings*

Ratchet: I don't think so... Fireflight did say something interesting earlier though...

First Aid: What did she say? *head tilt*

Ratchet: *databursts First Aid the same message he sent to Showtime* Something just doesn't add up with the stuff that's been going on lately...

First Aid: *slight frown* I'll talk to her. *turns and heads down the hall*

Wheeljack: *finishes raiding the pantry and comes out to sit by his mate, using the com link to make sure his daughters are alright and tucked into the snuggle pile with the other younglings*

Eclipse: *happily conked out on the chest of the big orange guy*

Cragbuster: *watching Ratchet*

Ratchet: *sighs* This'd better be the third weird thing that happened in such a short time.. 'cause if it's not, someone's getting a welding torch upside the head.

Cragbuster: Better be the third? I don't understand.

Ratchet: Humans say things like this happen in groups of three occurrances...

Cragbuster: *brow ridges lift* And you've already had two things happen?

Ratchet: *counts the incidents off on his fingers* First, there was the whole "giant rampaging monster created by Meltdown" thing... then the incident where Stiletto got experimented on by the slagger, and shortly after that, everyone got turned human... only to return to normal just before you arrived...which is another thing in my count, and Optimus got pulled into another reality or something...

Cragbuster: ...I guess those are all a lot weirder than meeting me.

Ratchet: *small scowl that doesn't quite meet his optics as he studies the younger mech's face, trying to figure out who his other creator is*

Cragbuster: *quietly* You ever meet a femme named Clarion? *watches as a pink and white femme comes out to stand by Ratchet*

Ratchet: ...*sharp intake as his knees threaten to give out on him again*

Cragbuster: *nods* I thought so.

Ratchet: *as Arcee moves to help him sit down* *Quietly* I never thought...

Cragbuster: She never told me much. Just that you were long gone.

Ratchet: She was a pilot... I was just a medic...

Cragbuster: And I'm a dropout. *shrug* I hadn't talked to her in stellar cycles before she died.

Ratchet: ... *quietly, disbelief clear on his face* D-died?

Cragbuster: During the Battle of Seven Jets. Just before they came out with that big bot.... *talks to Terrion* Right. Omega Supreme.

Ratchet: *covering his optics with one hand as Arcee frowns*

Arcee: That was four million stellar cycles ago....

Cragbuster: *nods* I was out on the very edge of the rim.

Arcee: *nods, understanding, or at least, thinking she understands* May I ask what brought you to this quadrant?

Cragbuster: *slight shrug* Just... passing through. *sounds like Ratchet would have way back when as he says it* Thought I'd stop to see what all the fuss was about since I was going by the planet anyway.

Arcee: *small nod* I see...

Cragbuster: Optimus Prime's the bot that caught Megatron, right?

Arcee: *nods*

Ratchet: *quietly, thinking about what happened that day* Not without help though...

Cragbuster: You?

Ratchet: I was there, yes... but Jazz, and another mech helped much more than I did...

Cragbuster: *frowns at Ratchet's not using the other mech's name* Another member of the crew?

Ratchet: *quietly, not noticing the dark form that's moving into the room* He... gave his spark to save everyone...

Cragbuster: :\ I'm sorry.

Ratchet: It was his choice to do so... We won't forget him.

Cragbuster: *nods. Not really sure what to say now as he looks around at the bots in the room*

Stiletto: *in alt-mode, will pounce on Cragbuster*

Ratchet: *up from his chair* Stiletto!

Cragbuster: *magnet gauntlets pop out, and the big cat is caught in mid spring*

Terrion: .... o.0

Stiletto: *not a happy techno-organic panther, putting up a fuss and trying to get down, plz!*

Ratchet: *Facepalming* And there's Stiletto...

Cragbuster: *moves the cat over by Ratchet and lets her go, then retracts his gauntlets*

Stiletto: *Transforms, landing in a crouch and giving Cragbuster a Look, before moving to sit up in the rafters*

Cragbuster: .... What did I do?

Ratchet: *snerks a little* She's always like that... Part of it is due to what she is... and part of it is her father's fault...

Cragbuster: What does father mean?

Ratchet: It's a local term for mech-creator.

Cragbuster: Ah. *head tilt* You've got an interesting bunch here. *and then his optics widen as Nightwish strides into the room from the hall*

Ratchet: *glances to Nightwish and nods to the femme in greeting* You don't even know the half of it...

Cragbuster: *eyeing the tall femme warily* ...Mind telling me why there's someone with that badge here? *not angry... just very wary*

Ratchet: Her mate lives here, as well as the rest of their family.

Cragbuster: So this isn't an Autobot base? *slight frown*

Nightwish: *looks at Cragbuster, then looks at Ratchet and hoists a wriggling Mudflap in one hand* I'm going to the Nexus to look.

Ratchet: *nods to Nightwish again* Be careful not to get LOL'd... *answers Cragbuster's question* It is... and her mate's an Autobot.

Nightwish: *scoops a box of cookies off the shelf and hands them to Mudflap, then vanishes with a flash and a slight swish*

Cragbuster: :o

Ratchet: *sighs, all but feeling the headache he's going to have later* Nightwish is Sideswipe's mate. She arrived on Earth and they got into a scuffle, before they wound up in the Nexus, and got hit with something that created a newspark from their code...

Cragbuster: *snaps mouth closed* and what's the Nexus?

Ratchet: Someplace I like to avoid, if I can...

Showtime: *As she walks by with a slightly fussy Shia* It's a place where more than one reality of existance meets.

Cragbuster: *looks a little surprised, and glances down at Terrion* There's more than one?

Ratchet: Yeah... And apparently, there're some pretty weird ones out there...

Showtime: *nods* It's considered Neutral territory... and generally is pretty safe....

Cragbuster: So your Prime could be anywhere.

Showtime: *nods* I'm going to check the other Nexus I know of in a bit... Once Shia's asleep... that one doesn't have an Anti-Violence Field, so I'd rather not have him there...

Ratchet: Not necessarily... remember what Fireflight said?

Cragbuster: ...So you did understand her? *quizzical look to Showtime* Hi, I'm Cragbuster

Ratchet: Not entirely...

Showtime: *nods to Cragbuster* Showtime Minor, and this is Shia.

Cragbuster: *nods back*

Wheeljack: I better go see what the girls are doing. *gets up, a suspicious frown on his face*

Fixer: *from down the hall* Wheeljack, do you know where your daughter is sleeping?

Wheeljack: 0_0 *goes to look*

Bluestreak: *blink blink, gets up to go look as well, cradling Solar Flare as the little mech wiggles and chirps excitedly*

Ratchet: *keeping a straight face until Wheeljack and Bluestreak are down the hall, then he's snickering*

Cragbuster: *isn't even going to comment on that* *to Showtime* So there's more than one Prime here?

Showtime: *nods* There's Optimus Prime, who is the one we're trying to find, Ironfist Prime... and my bondmate, Blurr Prime.

Cragbuster: *frowns a bit, but then brightens* More than one team....

Showtime: And some of the teams share members.

Cragbuster: So then... this is a colony?

Showtime: *nods* Protected under the Treaty of Iacon, and the rights granted to Cybertronians also extend to the native inhabitants of this planet.

Cragbuster: Huh. But back to what the little white and red gal was saying.

Ratchet: She said something about 'others'... and something about 'the other side of the mirror'...

Showtime: *tilts her head a bit* Maybe she means a reality that closely mirrors our own...

Fixer: *as she walks in* *crisply* That Bumblebee had a Decepticon badge.

Ratchet: ... *Remembering what Bluestreak was rambling about earlier* And he was trying to protect Megatron... *wide opticed look*

Fixer: *settles on the couch* Bumblebee's a misfire, but he doesn't hit me as the sort to fall in behind someone who will destroy him for the least misstep. Not like that, at any rate.

Ratchet: ...Then maybe what Fireflight said about the 'Cons of that other reality being the good guys...

Fixer: What exactly did she say? *eyeing Terrion*

Ratchet: *calls up the message he recorded, and plays it back*

Fixer: *optics narrow* Sentinel broke it.

Showtime: *'Wings nearly horizontal*

Ratchet: Sentinel Prime went missing, didn't he? What if he wound up in the reality Fireflight was talking about?

Fixer: How likely is that?

Showtime: *quickly calculates the odds and states them*

Fixer: *scowling blackly as she ponders this* We should ask Fireflight more questions.

Ratchet: We'll have to word the questions carefully... but she's going to be hard to get out of the snugglepile she and the others are in now...

Fixer: *scowls worse. Hates the thought of distressing the gentle, dreamy youngling* We need those answers.

Ratchet: *nods, sighing quietly*

Fixer: *looks at him*

Cragbuster: *watching all this and feeling curious. But there are a lot of people here. Settles on the nearby chair and leans his face on his fist as he waits to see what happens next*

Terrion: *stands by the chair*

Showtime: *Quietly* I'm going to take Shia back to Blurr... then I'll see if I can't find any leads in the Nexxi... *steps away a short distance, before PINpointing out*

Fixer: *to Ratchet* Well? Are you going to get that kid?

Ratchet: *sighs and moves to get up*

Fireflight: *blankie around her shoulders where she's standing in the entry to the hall* We have to wait. *turns and goes back*

Cragbuster: *blink blink blink*

Fixer: Slag

Ratchet: ...

Fixer: *stands* Well I'm going to see how badly they've let Tau fall apart while I'm gone. I'll be back tonight. *comming Sharpshot and Hound to let them know*

Sharpshot: *sleepy acknowledgement from where she's cuddling Hound as the sparklets sleep in a little bed nearby*

Fixer: *PINpoints away*

Cragbuster: *watches her go, and then looks around as he realizes that it's just him, Ratchet, and the pink and white femme left in the room*

Ratchet: *sighs a bit* I just hope that wherever it is Optimus is, he's keeping out of trouble.

Cragbuster: *optics go to the older mech* He have a problem with that?

Ratchet: No... Trouble just seems to follow him...

Arcee: *quietly* If it's not following him... it's following one of the others....

Cragbuster: Others?

Arcee: The other members of our team... or Pink Squad...

Ratchet: *Snerk* You mean Scattershot... Trouble follows him, and Mistfire beats back said trouble.

Cragbuster: Who are those bots?

Ratchet: A family unit of Neutrals... There's four of them. Scattershot, Mistfire, Wheelie, and Rumrunner.

Cragbuster: So Neutrals do exist. I'd heard a few stories. *crosses his arms over his chest and contemplates being followed by trouble*

Ratchet: *soft snerk* Be glad they're not here right now... Scattershot'd be pouting...

Cragbuster: What for? *brow quirk*

Arcee: For thinking his family doesn't exist... or more specifically, thinking Mistfire doesn't exist...

Cragbuster: *shrug* I don't have a lot of contact with Transformers out on the outter rim. What's so great about this 'Mistfire'?

Ratchet: She made Megatron look like he had a misfire in his processor... without laying a servo on him. *goes to the computer to pull up the image of Megatron that he got from one of the news mechs back on Cybertron*

Arcee: She and the rest of Pink Squad captured Lockdown and brought him into custody.

Cragbuster: *looking at the picture with his mouth open slightly* ...Who's Lockdown?

Ratchet: ... *giving Cragbuster his own 'mouth agape' look* :0 ...

Arcee: ... *quietly* He's a bounty-hunter...

Cragbuster: *brows up and discomfited by Ratchet's surprise* Not a lot of bounties out where I usually stay.

Ratchet: ... Must be pretty remote then...

Cragbuster: You ever hear of the Marlotte cluster?

Ratchet: ...*boggling*

Cragbuster: I generally live on the far side of that.

Ratchet: *Low whistle*

Arcee: *curious now* What exactly is it that you do, Cragbuster?

Cragbuster: *turns his attention to the femme and gives her a bit of a half smile* I haven't caught your name.

Arcee: *blink* Oh... My designation is Teaching Unit R-C-687040... I'm more commonly called Arcee.

Cragbuster: Pleased to meet you, Arcee. *curiosity comes to his expression* How long have you known Ratchet?

Arcee: Oh...um... *blushing faintly* Since shortly before Project Omega was finished...

Cragbuster: *slight, charming smile reminiscent of Rachet when he was younger and bore less scars* That's a long time.

Ratchet: *small nod, doesn't realize he's studying Arcee's features*

Cragbuster: I can see you're happy together.

Arcee: *wide optics, blushing more*

Ratchet: *Sputter, stammer, blush*

Cragbuster: *optics twinkle as he grins, and then he puts his hands on the arms of his chair* I should probably be on my way. I think I've seen enough of Earth for now.

Ratchet: *small nod* If you're ever in the area... you're more than welcome to stay...

Cragbuster: *pause and frown at him slightly* Stay?

Ratchet: It's not like we're attacked by Decepticons that often... so it's generally quiet, aside from the usual youngbot chaos...

Arcee: *has a hunch about what Ratchet's meaning* We'll keep a can of oil ready for you...

Cragbuster: ...You actually want the echo of an old, bad, memory around?

Ratchet: *firmly* You're family. It's not in my programming to turn family away.

Cragbuster: *frowns at him* You know there's no need to let a complete stranger into your special circle just because of a few lines of code. If Clarion was anything like she was when I knew her there's nothing worth remembering there.

Ratchet: *gives Cragbuster his best Stern Medic Look, mixed with what might be his Dad look* You are still my creation. Plus... you've got four siblings who more than likely would like to meet you.

Cragbuster: *yes, that's the look Ratchet gets when the kids have painted the wall with ketchup* ...Why?

Ratchet: *gives Buster his best "Are you a moron?" look* You. are. family.

Cragbuster: I'm an old drunk who's been busted for being overcharged and fighting in public so often that I have my own cell in the Marlotte Gamma stockade. I prospect and scavenge, and if something's not bolted down I might very well just take it. No one's ever cared about me, and I don't care about anyone.

Ratchet: And I'm an old war vet who took the first chance he got to get off of Cybertron, which was to be on a space bridge repair crew out in the middle of nowhere, because of slag that went down over four million stellar cycles ago. *scowling* And if I had known about you, I would've done my best to be there for you, instead of getting as far away from Cybertron as I could.

Cragbuster: *headshakes and grins* That's supposed to be a list of your crimes?

Ratchet: Only if yours is a list of why you'd be a bad member of the family, even if you only visited sometimes.

Cragbuster: *grin gets a bit more mocking* The heroic pilot of Omega Supreme, and the medic of the crew that brought in Megatron... with a son who's got a record longer than his age?

Ratchet: ... *before he realizes what he's done, he's gotten a wrench out and launched it at Cragbuster's head*

Cragbuster: *out of the chair and rolling under it with a laugh*

Terrion: *pwned and bits flying*

Ratchet: *Facepalming and cussing under his breath*

Arcee: Oh my...

Cragbuster: *right there in Rachet's face* *and -KERPOW- socks him on the chin*

Ratchet: *Startled, and knocked down, but is moving to get back up as quick as his joints will allow, has to maneuver around his chair*

Cragbuster: *goes to give him an elbow to the gutplate, still grinning*

Ratchet: *bites back the curse that almost slips out as he flips out his magnets and charges them with opposing charges, before aiming the resulting magnetic field at Cragbuster's chestplate*

Cragbuster: *on the floor and unable to move* o_0

Ratchet: *Wincing and gingerly feeling where he got hit*

Arcee: *sighs and shakes her head, before moving to try to help Cragbuster up*

Bumblebee and Jazz: *standing nearby on full alert. Bumblebee with his stingers ready*

Wheeljack: *in the entrance to the hallway* 0_o

Bluestreak: *peeking from behind Wheeljack, hand on her weapon*

Cragbuster: *is helped up. Laughs even as he grits his teeth and winces with pain*

Torque Minor: *frowning from where he's standing behind Bluestreak* ...So who tried to slag who?

Bumblebee: Um... the yellow Ratchet tried to slag ours? *not sure*

Prowl: *jumps off the top of the fridge and wanders off*

Stiletto: *jumps down from the rafters, gives Cragbuster what might be the feline equivalent of a "Ha,ha!" look, pads off after Prowl in near silence*

Ratchet: *wince* Just get him to the medbay... I've got to repair some of his circuitry...

Sari: *watches as Jazz steps forward to do so, then walks over and looks at Ratchet* Who is that? Your brother?

Ratchet: *headshake, wince* No... he's my son... *moving to make his slow and painful way to the medbay*

((co-written with

random_xtras))