dens_tf_den | mgv, Decepticon Base, Getting Involved

Moonracer: *curled in the top hammock of three over in the far corner of the repair bay, her arms wrapped around the little orange sparklet as she purrs softly in her stasis*

Bumblebee: *under one of the tables, huddling close to Kriti and watching the world with wide, frightened optics*

Deepdancer: *catching a few clicks of rest beside her bond brother on his table*

Scattershot: *awake! FLAIL! Gets tangled up in the hammock*

Kriti: *SquashaBee, low growl as she watches the bright pink mech*

Bumblebee: *mouth falls open fearfully and his optics widen as that bottom hammock thrashes around*

Swindle: *sits up and looks over, then gets to her feet and hobbles over on her replacement leg to try and stop the frenetic movements of the hammock* Hey, c'mon now. You're gonna have a bad fall if you keep this up.

Scattershot: *is pretty tangled in the hammock, manages a wibble*

Wheelie: *Awake and doing his curl-up-and-keep-silent routine*

Moonracer: *sits up and peers down at Scattershot* 0.o

Swindle: *talking in true Swindle salesbot style, though her words are comfort as she tries to get the pink mech free*

Trouble: *wakes up, finds no Mom, and scrambles off the table to go and help her with that guy. His green optics are serious as he does so*

Kriti: *froooowwwwwn, still squashing Bumblebee as she watches the others*

Scattershot: *trying to get his doorwings free first, is cycling air and trying to calm down*

Trouble: *finally lifts the pink mech free, and then moves to sit him on the floor*

Swindle: There. That's better now, isn't it? :D

Scattershot: *Reaching to rub at one of his 'wings, nods* *sheepishly* Sorry about that...

Swindle: Nooo problem. You don't seem to have woke anybody up who really needed to be in stasis. *straightens and looks around, absently shifting the weight off her peg leg*

Moonracer: Swindle... Deepdancer wanted you to stay laying down.

Swindle: *turns and heads back to her table* Right! And we can't slag off the head medic. :D

Scattershot: *Stands up and clicks to Wheelie. Gently touches his back, earning a soft squeak from the sparklet* Shh, Slugger, it's okay...

Moonracer: *softly, her voice nearly a whisper* Do you want to take him?

Trouble: *looking around with a slight frown on his dark face from where he's standing behind Scattershot*

Kriti: *Clicks to Trouble*

Scattershot: *nods, holding out his hands to take the orange sparklet*

Moonracer: *checks to see if Wheelie's come unattached before she moves to hand him to the pink mech* *voice low* Oh, my name's Moonracer. What's yours?

Trouble: *goes to sit by his friends*

Scattershot: *As Wheelie clings to him* Scattershot.

Moonracer: *slight smile* Hi, Scattershot. Welcome to the Decepticon base.

Scattershot: *Small nod as he gently rubs Wheelie's back* So this is where the Prime went when he vanished all those months ago?

Moonracer: I guess so. I wasn't stationed here then. But Torky talks about it. And Bumblebee smiles when someone mentions Optimus Prime.

Bumblebee: *shy tiny smile hidden on Kriti*

Kriti: *SnuggaBee. Remembers Optimus*

Swindle: *quietly, but with her cheer intact* They say he and his mate had just created someone when they vanished.

Scattershot: ... *Soft snerk* Kendell... Yeah... They kinda crashed the dance party my mate and I were having at our place... *and now he's looking for said mate, doorwings perking as he spots the familiar color scheme. Then he's moving closer to her*

Moonracer: Where are you going? *flips out of the hammock and moves to follow the pink mech on near soundless feet*

Scattershot: To make sure Mistfire's okay, and to tuck Wheelie next to her.

Kriti: *Tracking the pink mech's movements, will stop squashing Bumblebee for now*

Bumblebee: *gonna stay hiding for now*

Kriti: *quiet clicks for her friends*

Trouble: *pat pats Kriti and Bumblebee as he watches the pink guy*

Moonracer: *soft sound of dismay as she sees Deepdancer sit up*

Deepdancer: *turning her head, her optic shutters blinking in her scarred face. She'll look very similar to a femme that Scattershot probably knows better than he wants to*

Scattershot: *Soft "meep", freezes in his tracks*

Deepdancer: *moving to get up. She's got to try and get her tentacles out of her brother's hand first* Don't wake her up.

Scattershot: *Silently praying that this version of Fixer isn't like the one he knows* *Quietly* Wheelie's scared stiff.... Mistfire's a comforting presence for him... *still gently rubbing the little mech's back*

Deepdancer: *nods without looking up* She's already got her other little one beside her. *then sighs as the tentacles are reseized* Viisaus....

Viisaus: *quietly* You still need to rest, Deepdancer.

Deepdancer: I know. I'll come back. But I have to check on that new femme. *voice soft and soothing so it won't disturb any of the sleeping wounded*

Viisaus: *Soft sigh, lets go of the tentacles* Don't forget, or I'll set Kriti after you.

Kriti: *clicks what might be a chuckle*

Deepdancer: Kriti has Bumblebee. *pat pats him with her hand, and then slips off the table to limp over to Mistfire's*

Scattershot: *Brings Wheelie over as well*

Deepdancer: *quietly* So what's your name? *kindly look for Moonracer* You can go back to your mate. Make sure he doesn't wind up sleeping on the floor in a puddle.

Scattershot: *just as quietly* Scattershot. *gently putting Wheelie down where he can cling to dRumrunner and hide against Mistfire* The little orange guy's Wheelie, the pink and purple guy's the drone shell for Rumrunner.... *Small smile* And the gorgeous femme on the table's my mate, Mistfire. We're Pink Squad.

Deepdancer: *pauses as she remembers something Optimus said when he first came* ...Mistfire and Scattershot, eh? *slight head shake and then she's scanning the tri-colour femme* Oh, and this is no drone shell. He's just as alive as young Wheelie here.

Scattershot: ... But... That can't be right... Rumrunner's main body is a ship the size of Omega Supreme...

Deepdancer: Do you want me to disturb the poor bitlet to show you?

Scattershot: *Doorwings almost parallel to the ground* No way. :/ *is confused, but doesn't want to upset anyone*

Deepdancer: Good bot. *small sigh of relief* The new spark's alright too. She just needs to be quiet and rest for awhile, like her mother.

Scattershot: *Slight wibble* How badly hurt is Mistfire?

Deepdancer: She hit pretty hard, but once her processor reboots and self repairs she should be alright other than a few dents. *hand on Rumrunner's back as he sleeps cuddled against Mistfire's side*

Scattershot: *small nod as Wheelie snuggles close to the rest of his family*

Deepdancer: However, there's no way you're going to fit on this table.

Scattershot: *pout* Awww....

Deepdancer: *stern look* I don't want Mistfire hitting the floor again any time soon. And this table is full.

Scattershot: *Slight wince, nods.*

Deepdancer: *gruff but kindly look as she nods him back toward the hammocks*

Scattershot: *Soft sigh, moves to head that way*

Deepdancer: *scans the femme and the youngsters again, then has a look at her other patients before turning back to her place beside her brother, who is starting to move as he decides she's been up long enough*

Kriti: *Is that sound of scolding clicks aimed at Viisaus*

Bumblebee: *snaps awake and looks around with wide eyes*

Viisaus: *Giving Deepdancer a Look*

Deepdancer: *as she settles on the table* Don't give me that. Moonshadow was overheating again. Do you want to lose her?

Viisaus: *small headshake as he powers down with a sigh*

Deepdancer: *pats him on the shoulder, and then lays down and rests for the rest of the night cycle*

The next morning

Rumrunner: *sits up on the table and looks around puzzledly, then looks down at himself with wide optics*

Wheelie: *Snuggles, clicking quietly as he recharges*

Rumrunner: *pats Mistfire, and then frowns when she only cuddles in her stasis without waking. Looks around again, searching for some hint of where he is and why he's suddenly in his drone shell*

Kriti: *cuddling Bumblebee, is still recharging*

Scattershot: *is that sound of quiet snores coming from one of the hammocks*

Rumrunner: *hugs himself and then sends an SOS out over the Squad's private frequency*

Scattershot: *Awake! And flipping the hammock!*

Wheelie: *awake, but just barely, clicks*

Kriti: *Awake, squashaBee!*

Bumblebee: *yelp and flail!*

Deepdancer: *sits up, her hand flashing down toward the gun at her side*

Rumrunner: *mouth agape at the result of his call*

baby Magenta: *kicks the inside of her tank hard enough that Mistfire's belly pings*

Wheelie: *blink blink, click?*

Scattershot: *lands on his back, looking at everyone upside down* Huh?

Deepdancer: *gives him a Look that carries right across the room*

Kriti: *SquashaBee more, optics wary*

Scattershot: *Cringes, half expecting to have a tool thrown at his head*

Deepdancer: *checks on Viisaus, and then goes limping over to hunker and speak soothingly to the two younglings under that table*

Rumrunner: *small voice* 'Shot, where are we?

Wheelie: *snuggaRumrunner*

Scattershot: *As he works on getting untangled* Remember when Optimus and 'Aid suddenly showed up in the warehouse with Kendell?

Rumrunner: Yeah....

Scattershot: We're in the reality they were in.

Rumrunner: 0.0 ...Why'm I little?

Scattershot: *Shrugs* No clue... But we'll figure out what happened and get you back to normal. Promise.

Rumrunner: *hugs his brother* Okay....

First Aid: *wandering in ahead of Torque and Lockdown, who have breakfast for the damaged*

Torque: *setting what he's carrying where Deepdancer tells him to put it, before he's crouching to click to Kriti and Bumblebee*

Bumblebee: *slight smile for Torque*

Lockdown: *also sets down his load, and then goes over to Scattershot to offer a hand*

Scattershot: Thanks...

Kriti: *Lets Bumblebee up, clicks to Torque*

Lockdown: *nods and then helps the pick mech to his feet before nodding toward the pots of oil*

Deepdancer: *creaking to her feet* Let me see if I have anymore ration bars for you little ones.

Scattershot: *small nod, will refuel once he's checked on Mistfire*

Kriti: *SnuggaBee, gently fussing over him just a bit*

Bumblebee: *hiding on Kriti*

Mistfire: *moving very slightly, her brow ridges rising*

Scattershot: *Gently* Morning, Beautiful...

Mistfire: Hmmm? *opens optics and gives him a puzzled look, but then recognition shows in her expression* 'Shot.

Scattershot: *small grin* Yeah...

Mistfire: *then blinks and looks at the two little mechs beside her, searching her memory and finding mostly a lot of static and ache* ....

Wheelie: *Clicks quietly*

Mistfire: *looks back to Scattershot* //I think I lost somethin' somewhere, 'Shot.//

Scattershot: *doorwings up* //What's wrong?//

Mistfire: //I don't remember these little guys. 'N I've got no idea where we are.// *frowning*

Scattershot: ... //The little orange guy's Wheelie... We adopted him after he found his way to Earth... The pink and purple guy's Rumrunner...// *reaching to gently squeeze her hand*

Mistfire: *circulates quietly for a moment* //Dizzy....//

Scattershot: *frowns and looks for Deepdancer* Do you have anything that'd help with dizziness?

Deepdancer: *looks up from tending to a white and black mech on a table two over, then hobbles to join Scattershot* It's because her processor got rattled. She'll just have to rest till the self repair takes care of it.

Scattershot: *more frown, nods, gently squeezing Mistfire's hand again*

Voice from the shadows: *quietly* Deepdancer, I brought some stuff that might help out around here...

Deepdancer: *doesn't look around* Set it on the counter, Scattershot.

Rumrunner: *looks up puzzledly*

Scattershot: *Blink blink*

mgScattershot: *nods and moves to put several cubes of ration-grade on the counter, along with a few parts that look to be brand new*

Torque: *Startles as the black mech appears, hitting his head on the table*

Bumblebee: *hide!*

Kriti: *growls, squashaBee again!*

Lockdown: *looks at Torque and the younglings, and then walks over to slap mgShot on the back in greeting, his blue optics creasing in a grin as he looks at his friend*

mgScattershot: *manages a slight grin for his friend, before his attention's going to Deepdancer* *just as quietly as before* I heard Megatron was found... Is he here?

Deepdancer: *smiles* He and Beryl and Random... I mean Blitzwing are all safe and found here. So's Lugnut. But Blitzwing and Lugnut are out in the field somewhere.

Swindle: *sitting up slowly on her table*

mgScattershot: *more ghost of a smile coming to his face*

Deepdancer: And we've found a couple steady sources of fuel.

mgScattershot: *nod, giving Swindle a small smile*

Swindle: *gives him that Swindle grin* You might also be thrilled to know that Blitzwing has passed on his code... and the worlds haven't ended.

mgScattershot: *doorwings up, looking very much like his pink counterpart*

Swindle: His name's Trouble, and that's him sleeping under my table. *grin*

mgScattershot: ...*Quietly* You mean you finally stopped running from Blitzwing?

Swindle: He offered me a deal I couldn't turn down. *chuckle*

mgScattershot: *soft chuckle* Congratulations.

Swindle: Thanks. *glances over toward a pale whitish blue femme who's still mostly in pieces as she thinks she hears something from her. Decides there's a leak somewhere in the room and turns back to mgShot*

mgScattershot: *concerned, moves to check on the femme*

Lockdown: *moving over there too, frowning*

Chromia: *a bit restless, settles after mgScattershot gently smooths her helm and murmurs soft reassurances*

Lockdown: *nods, then glances over and blinks at the look of pure loathing that the new femme is aiming at him* *quizzical look*

Mistfire: *glaring contempt*

Scattershot: *Soothing sounds* Easy, Beautiful... He's not like the other slagger...

Mistfire: //Other slagger?// *glare*

Lockdown: *shifts that puzzled look to the pink Scattershot*

mgScattershot: ... *glancing over his shoulder at the pink mech*

Scattershot: //The one from back home... We're in a different reality right now...// *To Lockdown* The one we flambe'd...

mgScattershot: ... *slight frown, looks to Lockdown*

Lockdown: ...What'd he do?

Deepdancer: *looks up as her taciturn friend speaks*

Scattershot: Well... the one from the reality Mistfire's from originally... kinda ditched her right after he created her.... and the one from my home reality... built a clone of himself and abandoned him to buy some escape time....

Wheelie: *Quietly* Rundown's scared-ed of us....

Rumrunner: We tore Lockdown's aft apart.

Lockdown: *jaw clenches, and then he turns and walks out of the room*

mgScattershot: *Frowwwwning muchly, sighs as he moves away from Chromia* *quietly* I'd better report to Megatron...

Torque: My hammock's empty...

mgScattershot: *small nod* Thanks, Torque...

Bumblebee: *peeking over Kriti's arm*

Kriti: *Frown, clicks at mgScattershot*

Deepdancer: *grim expression as she gives Mistfire a Look*

Mistfire: *has never been affected by Looks. But she is affected by weariness*

Scattershot: *Gently fussing over mate now!*

Torque: *Soothing words for Bumblebee and Kriti*

Mistfire: *fades into stasis*

Magenta: *KICK!*

Rumrunner: *stares at Mistfire's belly as it makes a solid THUNK*

Scattershot: *optics wide*

Wheelie: *Clicking at the thunk*

Deepdancer: It's your sparklet trying to interact with her world. *moving over to check that white-blue femme now and put some fuel in her tank*

Torque: *looks around, was going to ask mgScattershot something, frown* Aww... 'Shot is gone already.

Kriti: *clicks and snuggaBee*

Deepdancer: He does that. Swindle, you better not be thinking of getting off that table.

Swindle: *had been looking at her son and thinking just that. Now looks up with guilty grin* Wouldn't dream of it, Deepdancer.

Rumrunner: *stops looking at Mistfire's belly and looks at Swindle instead* 'Shot... that Swindle sounds like a girl.

Scattershot: *small nod*

Kriti: *Scolding clicks at Swindle*

Viisaus: *chuckles softly*

Rumrunner: *looking toward the chuckle and perks* Hey, I know that guy.

Viisaus: *optic not covered by a makeshift eyepatch blinks as he turns his head to see who is speaking*

Rumrunner: *looks back curiously, then gives a little wave when he catches the older mech's optic*

Viisaus: *small smile* Hello, young one...

Rumrunner: *clicks* You're Viisaus Prime, right?

Viisaus: *optic darkens slightly* I have not been Prime for several oorns, young one...

Rumrunner: *frowns* How can you get to be not Prime?

Viisaus: *Soft sigh*

Torque: *expression grim as he puts a gentle hand on Kriti's shoulder* *Quietly, answering for Viisaus* When certain slaggers decide to blow your command post to Pit and back...

Kriti: *frowns, clicks to Torque*

Rumrunner: But you still have your crew, right? I see Fixer and Torky.

Viisaus: We've been labeled as traitors... Because we chose to do what was right...

Torque: *lip components thin* We're about all that's left of the Tau Enforcers... *looks to the table that contains Chromia* Dancer, how's 'Mia?

Deepdancer: She's awake. But in pieces. *gentle hand under the femme's head as she puts a few more pieces in place with her tentacles*

Rumrunner: *frowning* What about Moonracer?

Torque: *Small smile* She's on patrol right now...

Rumrunner: *relieved youngling* So she's okay.

Torque: As okay as any of us can be, given the situation...

Viisaus: *small nod, trying to turn over onto his side so he doesn't strain his neck cables*

Deepdancer: Torque, get Viisaus. *still intent on Chromia*

Torque: *nods and moves to help the older mech* Easy, sir. I've got you.

Viisaus: *As he's carefully turned onto his side, the Decepticon badge on his chest becomes visible*

Trouble: *sits up and bangs his head on the underside of Swindle's table*

Swindle: *flies into the air and lands with an ooof*

Rumrunner: *looks toward that, and then looks back at Viisaus* *optics go wide as he sees that badge*

Kriti: *Scolding clicks for Trouble!*

Scattershot: *Quietly, to Rumrunner* This is the reality that Sentinel slagged up royally...

Rumrunner: *gulping sound* Oh. Right.

Kriti: *Soft growl. She heard what you said, pink mech!*

Torque: *Clicks to her*

Deepdancer: It's a good idea not to mention that name around here. Alright, Chromia, if you can hear me try and make a sound.

Chromia: *Statics*

Deepdancer: *lets air out of her vents* Can you see?

Chromia: *Small nod, more static*

Deepdancer: *gently* Are you in pain?

Chromia: *cycles air and sighs before giving a slight nod*

Deepdancer: *looks to see that First Aid is busy fueling another injured bot* Torque, bring me the painkiller gun.

Rumrunner: *watching all this with a frown*

Torque: *makes sure Viisaus isn't going to tumble off his table before going to retrieve the painkiller gun*

Trouble: *has grinned at Kriti with his typical easy going charm, is now standing and stretching, his black face bright with morning cheer in the midst of all this damage and sadness*

Deepdancer: *can't help but chuckle at the big sparklet. Tells Chromia about him and what he's doing*

Chromia: *Manages a small smile*

Torque: *offers the painkiller gun to Deepdancer*

Kriti: *considering coming out from under the table, but doesn't want to leave Bumblebee behind*

Bumblebee: *will go with you, Kriti!*

Deepdancer: *applying the pain override program to her honorary daughter* Here, this will make things easier.

Kriti: *Going to latch onto Trouble then!*

Chromia: *another sigh as the pain override takes effect*

Torque: *quietly* Do you need me for anything else, Dancer?

Deepdancer: I think we're good. *glances over to see Trouble trying to pick Kriti and Bumblebee up* You want to get them some ration bars and see if Trouble and Bumblebee are up to patrolling?

Torque: *nods and goes to the youngsters*

Bumblebee: *looking around alertly in his skittish way. He's ready to meet the day now. Though he's looking over at that little pink and purple guy and wondering about him a bit*

Wheelie: *is doing a good job of hiding against his family*

Kriti: *Clickstorm*

Trouble: *pat pats both friends and turns toward the door. He's going to find WakeJumper. And his Aunties!*

Torque: Hey! Don't you want breakfast?

Trouble: *stops short and looks at him alertly. You just said a magic word, Torque!*

Bumblebee: *also perked*

Kriti: *more clickstorm!*

Torque: *getting out ration bars*

Bumblebee: *big optics go positively puppydog with hopefulness*

Rumrunner: *quietly* ...It's just ration bars....

Kriti: *happy clickings as Torque breaks one of the ration bars in half and gives her one of the broken halves*

Scattershot: *small frown* *Quietly, more to himself than anyone else* I wonder if that's why the black guy seemed so pleased about locating a source of energon....

Rumrunner: *quick glance at Scattershot* *wibble*

Torque: *Breaking another bar in half and giving one half each to Bumblebee and Trouble* Let's go find Wake and give him his breakfast, alright?

Trouble: *grinning as Bumblebee crams his half bar into his mouth whole and makes like a cyberchipmunk*

Kriti: *clicky giggles*

Torque: Hey, Dancer? Think I should bring Kriti along this time?

Kriti: *Hopeful expression*

Deepdancer: *looks over at the little femme and nods* If she wants to go I don't see any harm in it.

Kriti: *Darts over, gives Deepdancer a careful hug, and then darts back to her friends, clicking all the while*

Bumblebee: *grinning from where he's hanging under Trouble's arm like a chipmunk doll*

Kriti: *Noms her breakfast quickly, doing her own cyberchipmunk impression*

Trouble: *rarin' to go after eating half his bar and hiding the rest in a storage compartment*

Rumrunner: *watching them*

Torque: *Moving to usher youngbots out of the repair bay*

Kriti: *Scrambling to cling to Torque's back, legs around his waist*

Deepdancer: *continues to work on Chromia once they're gone*

Rumrunner: *frowning* That Bumblebee didn't say nothin'.

Viisaus: *has drifted into a light doze, blinks a bit before nodding*

Rumrunner: Why not?

Viisaus: *soft sigh* Because he has been through the Pit and back... similar to how young WakeJumper had his entire colony wiped out....

Scattershot: *'Wings drooping*

Rumrunner: *wibbles* Oh. *bows head* Oh.

Viisaus: If it were not for Megatron's kindness, no doubt they would both have been lost forever...

Scattershot: *frown, before he remembers that this is an alternate reality* *quietly* The Megatron from our reality... isn't a 'kindness' sorta mech...

Rumrunner: *shaking his head* And Mistfire really made him look stupid.

Viisaus: *Raised brow ridge* Oh?

Rumrunner: *nods* She used a PINpoint 'n stole all the stuff he'd took. And then I took a picture of him.

Viisaus: *slight frown*

Scattershot: The Megatron of our reality was trying to start the war again... Like we said, he isn't a 'kindness and compassion' sorta mech...

Rumrunner: *quietly* He was like the guy I'm not supposta name.

Viisaus: ... I see... *blink blink, reaches to cover his mouth as he yawns*

Rumrunner: *worry frown* Are you okay?

Viisaus: *Small nod* It appears I am still in need of rest...

Rumrunner: *frowns and looks over at Deepdancer, who has her hand and tentacles busy with Chromia's wiring and tubing*

Scattershot: *moving to help turn Viisaus onto his back again, since it looks like everyone else is busy*

Deepdancer: *without looking up or turning around* Looks like you're going to fit right in.

Scattershot: *Sheepishly* Well, he needed help laying on his back...

Viisaus: *Soft chuckle before he's shuttering his working optic and settling back into stasis-rest*

Deepdancer: Around here everyone does whatever they see that needs doing. There aren't enough specialists to work otherwise.

Scattershot: *Frown* So where does the emo-me fit into all of this?

Deepdancer: ...Emo?

Scattershot: Yeah... The black recolor...

Deepdancer: That's the colour that Scattershot's always been.

Scattershot: ... *makes a face at the idea*

Wheelie: *Quietly* But ours's always been pink...

Deepdancer: And from what Optimus told me your Deepdancer was abandoned by her creators soon after she was built, whereas mine stood by me till the one was sent through the veil.

Scattershot: ... Yeah, and she's a scary glitch!!! *was being so good, too*

Deepdancer: *turns to give him a frown* Can you blame her?

Scattershot: *reflexive flinch*

Wheelie: *Quietly* Fixer's Sharpshot's Mama...

Deepdancer: *gruff but not unkindly* How do you figure that, youngling?

Wheelie: *is just barely peeking at Deepdancer now* Sharpshot usedt' be bad... Was called Desinex then... Fixer repaired her after Show got a lucky hit in... And now Sharpshot's an Autobot like Optimus 'n Hound....

Deepdancer: ...That's quite different from what I've heard of our Sharpshot.

Scattershot: *Stretching a bit* Well, before she was Desinex, she was a pop singer... *Shrug* Guess things really happened differently....

Deepdancer: I can't mention what I know of ours. It's not good data for young audios.

Wheelie: *Quietly* She's gone... I c'n tell... *snuggles against Mistfire again*

Deepdancer: I can say she died a true Decepticon.

Scattershot: Lemme guess... Putting up a Pit of a fight?

Deepdancer: *glances at him* //Firing squad.//

Scattershot: ...

Deepdancer: Torque knows the details. Ask him later. *turns back to Chromia*

Chromia: *Soft static that might be her crying*

Deepdancer: Shhhh, Chromia. Shhh. *gentle hands*

Rumrunner: *wibbling as he watches the femmes*

Scattershot: *coming back and moving to gently rub Rumrunner's back*

Chromia: *intakes hitching slightly*

Rumrunner: *quietly* I don't think I like it here.

Scattershot: *soothingly* We'll figure out a way back home... It'll be okay...

First Aid: *suddenly beside them with a clay pot in her hands* *softly* It's not that bad. We're safe here, and we can heal. *offers the pot to Scattershot, a smile actually managing to show in her optics with the sadness*

Scattershot: *Startles just a bit*

First Aid: *flinches back in a manner very unlike her alternate, her optics widening skittishly*

Scattershot: *Sheepish and apologetic*

Deepdancer: Swindle, stay put. First Aid, don't worry. He's a Scattershot. He won't hurt you.

First Aid: *shaky nod, though she's making small sobs of static as she offers the pot of oil to Scattershot*

Jazz: *Softly* 'Aid?

First Aid: *startles and hurries over* Are you in pain, Jazz?

Rumrunner: *watches her go, snuggling against Scattershot as he does*

Scattershot: *frowns and gently rubs Rumrunner's back with his free hand*

Jazz: Naw... C'mere... *holding out his uninjured arm in an offer of a hug*

First Aid: Oh. *wibbles, and then lays her head on the white and black mech's chest and weeps silently*

Jazz: *Soothing murmurs as he hugs her*

Rumrunner: ...Where's Ratchet?

Deepdancer: *winces*

Scattershot: *Going on a hunch* *Quietly, to Deepdancer and First Aid* I'm sorry for your loss...

Deepdancer: I barely knew the mech. First Aid is his daughter.

Scattershot: *small nod*

Deepdancer: But I'm sure she appreciates your sentiment. *sighs and steps back as she realizes she's done all she can for Chromia today*

Scattershot: *quietly* You-know-who.... needs to be knocked down a few thousand pegs...

Deepdancer: *over to look at another patient* We're working on it.

Scattershot: *another small nod as Chromia settles into an uneasy stasis-rest*

Megatron: *pushes aside the hanging over the door and looks inside as WakeJumper clicks from his shoulders*

Wheelie: *Curling up again when he sees Megatron, though he is kind of peeking out at WakeJumper*

Megatron: *puts up a hand to the orange and black sparklet, his voice a quiet rumble as he speaks* WakeJumper, you should go and ask them. They fear me yet.

Rumrunner: *looks up as he hears the clicking and the voice*

WakeJumper: *nods and moves to cling to Megatron's hand, showing no fear of the silver mech whatsoever*

Megatron: *lifts WakeJumper down and cuddles the little guy close to his chest for a moment, his mouth curving into a smile as he looks down at him*

Rumrunner: 0.o

Wheelie: *Blink blink*

WakeJumper: *Happy clicks, snuggles against Megatron* ^_^

Megatron: *clicks softly, and then goes to one knee as he sets WakeJumper on the floor* Alright. Ask them.

WakeJumper: *nodnod, scoots over to the table, clicking all the while*

Rumrunner: .... *scootches carefully over Mistfire to look over the edge of the table. Is still too surprised by how he's seen Megatron act just now to say anything*

Wheelie: *Squeaks and scoots closer to Rumrunner*

Rumrunner: *arm around brother*

WakeJumper: *gentle clicks as he holds his hand out in an offer*

Rumrunner: ...What do you want? *uncertain, but not unfriendly. Though he is a bit bewildered by a WakeJumper who is shorter than him when he's in his smaller shell*

WakeJumper: *Quietly, and almost hesitantly* Come patrol with?

Rumrunner: *arm around brother tightens* Patrol?

WakeJumper: *nodnod* With 'Bee, Torky, Kriti, Trouble, Megatron 'n me...

elderly green and cream mech: *walks up behind Megatron and puts a hand on his shoulder*

Megatron: *looks up and softly tells the old one about the young newcomers and WakeJumper's hopes*

Rumrunner: ...Megatron's a bad guy where we come from.

WakeJumper: *Quietly, as he nods* Op-mus said same... But this Megatron good.... Helps me...

Rumrunner: ...Who's the old bot?

WakeJumper: *looks over his shoulder and smiles, before returning his attention to Rumrunner* Brigadier. Is Megatron-dad.

Rumrunner: *sits right up* Megatron has a dad?

WakeJumper: *nodnod, clicks*

Wheelie: *Blink blink, peeks at Brigadier*

Rumrunner: *gonna sit there and stare at the Megatron dad now. Then looks at Scattershot and pokes him*

Scattershot: *Startled squeak*

WakeJumper: *Startles, scooting back a few steps and clicking rapidly*

Rumrunner: *used to squeaky Scattershot* *points toward the door* Megatron has a dad.

Scattershot: *Small nod, is looking just a bit brain-broken*

Rumrunner: WakeJumper wants us to go patrolling with him and Megatron.

Deepdancer: They're probably going to start going stir crazy in here. *not looking up from her work*

Scattershot: *small nod* Just... be careful, alright? *Worryworryworry*

Rumrunner: *quietly* Okay.

Jazz: *Quietly, from where he's still cuddling First Aid* Megs's one cool cat...

Megatron: *catches that, and the warmth in his cheeks is visible even from Mistfire's table*

Brigadier: *soft chuckle and pats his son on the shoulder*

First Aid: *silently nodding in agreement to Jazz's words*

WakeJumper: *nodnodnod, looks like he's wanting to dart back to Megatron. Will stay put and click to Wheelie and Rumrunner though*

Wheelie: *blink blink at Jazz*

Rumrunner: *looks at Wheelie* ...If 'Aid likes him....

Wheelie: 'N Jazz doesn't lie....

Rumrunner: No, he just talks around the truth. But he wasn't usin' that voice.

Wheelie: *small nod, looks at Jazz when the older mech snerks softly*

Rumrunner: And WakeJumper and Fixer like him too.

WakeJumper: *nodnodnod! Rapid clicks. You come yes?*

Rumrunner: Do you wanna, Wheelie? We could keep Mistfire 'n Magenta safe if we were patrollin'.

Wheelie: *nodnod*

Rumrunner: Okay. *kisses Mistfire on the belly and then jumps down and holds up his arms for his brother*

Wheelie: *jumps down, aiming for Rumrunner*

WakeJumper: *Happy clicks and then he's darting back to Megatron* :D

Rumrunner: *trying to get Wheelie on his back like the big bots carry him. Might not be quite big and strong enough for this yet*

Wheelie: *clinging anyways*

WakeJumper: *Scaling up Megatron's back now, kthx*

Megatron: *helps the little guy, and then rises to his feet to walk over and crouch by the junior partners of Pink Squad and gently offer assistance in the Wheelie carrying dilemma*

Rumrunner: *looking at him, optics wide with awe at how not-scary this Megatron feels*

Wheelie: *clicks quietly*

WakeJumper: *Clicks back from his perch on Megatron's shoulders*

Rumrunner: ...Do you wanna go to him, Wheelie?

Wheelie: *Snuggles against Rumrunner* He's not scary... But what 'bout you?

Rumrunner: ...I don't think he can carry three of us, 'n I'm bigger.

WakeJumper: *Clicks at the other littles*

Rumrunner: *looks up alertly and quizzically*

WakeJumper: *more clicks. Seems confident that his mentor can carry all three of them*

Wheelie: *more clicks back, before he's moving to try and nudge Rumrunner towards Megatron*

Rumrunner: *staggers a bit, his optics widening with alarm as he feels himself falling, then squeaks and heaves a sigh of relief as Megatron's big hands catch him*

Scattershot: *'Wings up as he watches, relaxing slightly when Rumrunner is caught*

Megatron: *gently lifts both little mechs into the crook of his arm, then smiles at them as he raises to his feet*

Rumrunner: *optics huge with wonder! This is amazing.*

WakeJumper: *happy clicks as he leans forward so his chin is resting against the top of Megatron's helm* :3

Megatron: *turns his smile to Scattershot* I will take good care of them.

Scattershot: *nods*

Megatron: *as Brigadier comes to stand beside him* When would you like me to bring them back?

Scattershot: Er.... Um... *considering* Well... How about.... When they're ready to come back?

Megatron: *brow ridges lift with surprise, but he nods* Very well. I will see you then, Scattershot. *look of concern for Mistfire, and then he turns to carry his clicking burden from the room*

Brigadier: *watches him go, and then smiles at Scattershot before he goes to sit on the end of Swindle's table and talk to her*

Scattershot: *soft sigh, moves to gently smooth Mistfire's helm*

Mistfire: *soft sound and turns her head slightly, but doesn't quite wake*

Scattershot: *Soothing sounds*

First Aid: *getting up to go to work again, bringing breakfast to the wounded*

Jazz: *Lets her go before settling into a light doze. Will wake at the first sound of First Aid in distress*

Deepdancer: *watches the young one and sighs a little, then looks down at her patient and pats them before coming over to see Scattershot and Mistfire and to sit down for a few clicks* *quietly* She had to grow up too fast. She's not old enough to be that big.

Scattershot: *doorwings up again* The one back home's the same size... But she was born that way, according to Docbot...

Deepdancer: *slight nod* From what Optimus told me it's normal for many of your newsparks to go into full size shells. Here we used to start them all small, like WakeJumper.

Scattershot: *small nod without taking his attention off of Mistfire* Aside from the Neutral colonies... that's how most of the Cybertronians back home start out... Neutral colonies tend to start their offspring small, like Wheelie, and WakeJumper... *yes, he knows what he's talking about*

Deepdancer: It's getting harder to get the tech a protoform needs to grow. Optimus and his First Aid's little one got the last sparklet protoform we were able to get.

Scattershot: *'wings down as he mulls this over* Have you tried the Nexus?

Deepdancer: Swindle is our other reality liaison. She's out of commission at the moment.

Scattershot: *Frowwwwwn* What happened?

Deepdancer: Someone left some sort of spring loaded metal jaw mechanism in the bushes a long time ago. No one found it till she did, with her leg.

Scattershot: *Winces*

Deepdancer: And then she fell down a mountain.

Scattershot: Slaaaaag....

Deepdancer: To put it mildly. *looks at him* You know you'll fit on that table now.

Scattershot: *small grin, before he's moving to carefully climb onto the table and snuggle Mistfire*

Deepdancer: *slight pensive frown as her gaze goes back to Swindle's table* I'm not looking forward to the day Blitzwing finds out what shape she's in.

Scattershot: *slight frown* Yeah... I could see how that could be bad...

mgScattershot: To put it mildly.

Deepdancer: *doesn't look toward the door* You get your scrawny skidplate back to Torque and Racer's and rest. Now.

mgScattershot: *Slight smile* And you need to snuggle Viisaus some more. He looks lonely. *is gone*

Scattershot: :/ Mech comes and goes like a ghost...

Deepdancer: *shakes her head and mutters, then gives a small chuckle as she gets to her feet* It's a good skill to have in the world outside.

Scattershot: ... I guess I'd kinda be slagged out there, huh?

Deepdancer: *pauses and looks at him* That would depend on what you're capable of.

Scattershot: Well... I'm good at blowing stuff up without getting myself blown up... ^_^;;

Deepdancer: Must be a Scattershot thing. *goes to gently pick up Chromia's chassis and lay her next to Viisaus*

Chromia: *Soft sound*

Deepdancer: Shhhh. Go ahead and rest. I was just finding you a better place.

Chromia: *cycling air for a few moments before she slips back into stasis-rest*

Deepdancer: *gentle pat, and then limps around the room a bit before she goes over to talk to Swindle and Brigadier*

Mistfire: *small sound as Magenta kicks again*

Scattershot: *clicks quietly as he puts a gentle hand on Mistfire's belly*

Mistfire: *unshutters optics and blinks upward with confusion* 'Shot?

Scattershot: *Soothingly* Right here, Beautiful.

Mistfire: *can't remember what she learned when she was awake last* Where...?

Scattershot: *quietly* Different reality... The one Optimus and First Aid were yoinked to awhile back...

Mistfire: *puzzled blinking* ...Who'sat?

Scattershot: Friends of ours from back home.

Mistfire: *frowns* Don't remember....

Scattershot: *Soothingly* It'll come back to you, Beautiful...

Mistfire: What... happened?

Scattershot: We drove out of the reality on accident, and into another one...

Mistfire: *frown deepens* Why'd... that... make me fergit?

Scattershot: *quietly, 'wings drooping just a bit* You... kinda hit your head...

Mistfire: >_o Can't say that ain't important... no more.

Scattershot: *Soothing clicks* You'll be alright... You just need to rest a bit, is all...

Mistfire: *moves her head a little restlessly, and then her optics widen as she spots something on his arm*

Scattershot: *Concerned* Beautiful?

Mistfire: *slight smirky grin as she looks at the jeweled armband he's wearing* Niiiice.

Scattershot: *blink blink, looks at his arm* Oh... You gave me that...

Mistfire: *grin widens a bit as she admires how it shows off his colouring*

Scattershot: *very gently nuzzles her helm*

Mistfire: *shutters her optics and turns her face toward his in quest of a kiss*

Scattershot: *Keeping his kiss gentle*

Mistfire: *sighs and snuzzles, one arm going slowly around his neck as she tries to move into her favorite position of laying on his chest and listening to his fuel pump*

Scattershot: *gently helping, offering gentle reassurances that everything will be alright*

Mistfire: *still a bit uneasy, but she settles against him with a sigh, and then makes a satisfied purring sound as she slips into stasis*

Scattershot: *protective as he holds her close and settles down to listen to the sounds of this new place*

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