dens_tf_den | JOEverse, The Pit, Blades

First Aid: *feeding Lifeline as she reads reports and waits for Ratchet and the other JOEs he'd gone with to return from the routine retrieval of a fallen spy satellite. She's enjoying the quiet of a late Saturday morning.*

Desinex: *having a nap under Ratchet's desk*

Cat Scan: *is working on the papercraft that Jazz got her. Is at her desk, as she always is when she works on the paper model*

First Aid: *clicks to Lifeline, who looks up absently before returning to 'reading' a report as she noms on a facecloth full of blue paint*

Showtime: *peeking into the med ward*

First Aid: *looks around as the med ward door swishes open, and smiles through the door of her office* Hello, Showtime.

Lifeline: Fffflrrrrrth. *clicks and bemusedly examines the paint now spattered on her report*

Showtime: *Quietly, lest he be pounced by Desi* Is Des here?

First Aid: *gently cleaning up the spattered paint* *softly* She's napping.

Showtime: *relaxing* Good... I didn't want her to see what I got her before I could hide it....

Cat Scan: *Soft snerk*

First Aid: *soft chuckle as she finishes cleaning up, then gently takes the report from Lifeline and adds it to the 'finished' pile* What is it this time?

Showtime: *holds up the stacks of brand new pennies he got*

Cat Scan: *more snerk. Yes, she's looking*

First Aid: *gets up and comes over to look more closely* Ohhh. Self repair minerals.

Cat Scan: *chuckles* That's not what Wheeljack and WakeJumper were using them for... *back to work*

First Aid: *glances at the young human medic* 0.o?

Cat Scan: They were eating 'em like candy.

First Aid: Ohh. *soft chuckle* Well, they do taste very good.

Showtime: Think Des'll like 'em? *hopeful 'wing perk*

First Aid: *pat pats him on the shoulder* Of course she will. Even if it's just because you left them for her.

Showtime: *grins* So can I go hide 'em?

First Aid: Go ahead. *affectionate grin for her brother*

Lifeline: *pops off the energy feed, wants to help Uncle. Twinkles little fingers of her free hand at him while the other tiny fat hand is busy holding her treat in her mouth*

Showtime: *clicks to Lifeline and offers to take her*

Lifeline: *yes! Happy clicking, squeaking, and popping as Mama hands her over. Showtime, you might wind up with a few spots that don't match*

Showtime: *Doesn't care about a few not-matching spots, will ask Lifeline where she thinks he should put some of the pennies*

Lifeline: Click click pop squeak! *point*

First Aid: *smiling as she watches*

Showtime: *will put some of the pennies where Lifeline points, clicking and talking to the infant all the while*

First Aid: *smiling still as she goes to check on Desinex*

Desinex: *curled up and oblivious, is purring quietly as she sleeps*

First Aid: *nods and closes the door softly, then goes to have a look at Cobra Commander and Fidelia*

Fidelia: *sleeping, cuddled close to her master*

First Aid: *scans the femmebot, absently checking with Ratchet for an estimated return time as she does so*

Ratchet: *provides an ETA, but mentions they might be a little later than that*

First Aid: //Optimus didn't report for his checkup.// *doesn't sound too worried, because she's not. The Prime's remote monitor is largely steady. Still, not reporting is unlike him*

Ratchet: //Huh. That's not like him...//

First Aid: //That's what I thought too. I tried contacting Archiva, but she mumbled something and hung up.//

Ratchet: //Hmm... Well... Maybe a house call is in order...//

First Aid: //That's why I was wondering when you would be back.// *nods as she turns back toward her office*

Ratchet: //I'll see what I can do.//

First Aid: //Alright, Ratchet. Oh, and if you find a lot of little copper pennies in odd places don't be surprised.//

Ratchet: *Chuckles* //Showtime's hiding things for Desinex again?//

First Aid: *settles in her chair* //Yes, and Lifeline is helping him.// *pride is in her voice as she mentions the baby*

Ratchet: *More chuckle* //I'm glad to hear that.//

First Aid: //She was also eating paint while she spell checked your report on General Hawk's physical.//

Ratchet: *amused* //How many errors did she find, and how paint-covered is Showtime?//

First Aid: //You actually typed it up accurately. And....// *leans back to peer through her door* //He's speckled.//

Ratchet: *Chuckles* //Well, at least he's not covered in it...//

First Aid: *chuckles herself* //She only has a little in a towel.//

Ratchet: //That's a good thing... I'd hate to see the mess she could make if she didn't...// *more chuckling* //Is Cat Scan staying out of trouble?

First Aid: //Well, she's at her desk, working on that model Jazz got for her.//

Ratchet: //Heh... How far along is she?//

First Aid: //She was telling me that she has all the pieces cut out, and has about half the head done.//

Ratchet: *even more chuckles* //At that rate, she'll have it finished in no time.//

First Aid: //If she's not distracted by something... shiny...? Did you just catch that transmission?//

Ratchet: //I did...// *silent while he waits to see if whoever sent out the SOS will repeat themselves*

SOS: *repeats, then faintly* //This is Autobot Blades. First Aid, can you read me? I know you're there somewhere, but my energy is depleted.//

Ratchet: *surprised and a bit curious*

First Aid: //Autobot Blades, this is First Aid. ...What is your position?// *will ask the other questions like 'how did you get my name and my frequency' later*

Blades: //I'm not sure. I'm sitting on a satellite up here. But I think my homing beacon still works, if it's safe to use it....//

Ratchet: .... *raised brow ridge*

First Aid: //That may not be safe. There are Decepticons in the vicinity.//

Blades: //Uh... then I got nothin'.// *sounds tired and defeated*

Ratchet: *To First Aid* //He might be sitting on the satellite that downed this one....//

First Aid: *startled* //What makes you think that?//

Ratchet: //I'm just hedging a guess here... But we haven't been able to locate the Cobra satellite...//

Blades: //What's a cobra?//

Ratchet: //Depending on the context, either a reptilian lifeform, or an organization bent on global domination.//

Blades: //...Snake with a funny head and long teeth?//

Ratchet: //...Yes... Why do you ask?//

Blades: //Because my butt's parked on the image of one.//

Ratchet: .... //Do you have a guess as to what your location is?// *The JOEs with him will see the fact that he's trying not to laugh out loud right now*

Blades: //Well, there's a land mass down there that looks something like a supporting servo.//

First Aid: *optics widening* //Italy.//

Ratchet: *doubled over laughing now*

First Aid: //Don't tell me they're trying to threaten the Leaning Tower again.//

Blades: //Uh... dunno?//

Ratchet: *Telling the JOEs where the satellite is* //Well, you just saved us a lot of trouble, Blades.//

Blades: //Really? So does that mean somebody can come get me now?// *sounds kind of forlorn*

First Aid: //I've let Duke know too, Ratchet. Just be patient please, Blades.//

Ratchet: //Alright, First Aid. Thank you.// *is still doubled over slightly, chuckling with amusement*

First Aid: //Help will be there soon, Blades. It may be up to an oorn, though.//

Blades: *resigned* //Understood. Blades out.//

Several hours later

Ratchet: *Coming to Optimus' quarters from the elevator, intending to check on the Prime*

Optimus' door: *unlocked, though no one answers when Ratchet presses the buzzer*

Ratchet: *Raised brow ridge, slowly opens the door, not sure what to expect*

Optimus' berth: *empty*

Ratchet: *slight frown as he enters. He's still picking up Optimus' energy signature.... Which happens to be coming from Archiva's niche* ... *raised brow, quietly approaches the niche*

Optimus: *in his human alt mode, sound asleep in Archiva's bed with his arms around his wife. His energy levels are low from the strain of holding the form*

Archiva: *energy levels also low in response to her husband's state, which explains why she's still asleep*

Ratchet: *Sends an image of what he's found to First Aid. Doesn't want to wake Optimus, but knows he probably should*

First Aid: //Ohhhhhh. It seems terrible to wake them. But Optimus' energy levels are starting to drop into the yellow zone.//

Ratchet: //I'll move Optimus to his own berth before I wake him...// *moves to do so*

Optimus: *frowns and makes an unhappy sound, then turns his head and opens groggy eyes* What...?

Archva: *rubbing eyes and sitting up unsteadily on her bed to look around* Optimus?

Ratchet: *Apologetic* Sorry to wake you, sir... but your energy levels are dropping into the yellow...

Optimus: *rubs his face* The yellow.... Oh.... *grimaces* Must... transform.

Archiva: *elbow over the railing as she watches with bleary concern*

Ratchet: *Getting a container of fuel out of storage*

Optimus: *transforms, and then drops into sleep mode as his systems scramble to conserve energy*

Archiva: *wincing and shivering at what she feels over their link*

Ratchet: *moving to hook Optimus up to the energy feed, will move to put the energon in the larger mech's tank shortly thereafter*

Archiva: *quietly, her lips thin* I should have thought.

First Aid: //You were right about the risks of ever letting Ironhide use a PINpoint.//

Ratchet: *to Archiva* This is not your fault, Archiva. *To First Aid, over comms* //...Do I want to know what happened?//

First Aid: //Well, he got safely to the satellite.//

Archiva: *doesn't look convinced. Just very slightly like a raccoon because of the dark circles under her eyes*

Ratchet: *offers Archiva a hand down so she can lay on Optimus' chest* //But?//

Archiva: *catches her foot on the way over the railing and lands on her shoulder. Grunts and frowns at herself*

First Aid: //We won't be getting any data from that satellite.//

Ratchet: *scans Archiva to make sure she's not seriously injured* //...//

Archiva: *physically exhausted despite having just been asleep, but undamaged otherwise. Could probably use something sweet and with protein*

First Aid: //Duke is dressing him down now.//

Ratchet: *gently* I think it would be best if you have something to eat, Archiva.

Archiva: *sighs and lays back* *quietly* I don't think I have the strength to go get something.

Ratchet: *small nod, calls Cat Scan and tells her to quit laughing about the satellite, before sending her to get something from the mess*

Optimus: *faint groan, one hand flexing slightly as he tries to move it without waking. Can feel Archiva's discomfort and is looking for her*

Archiva: *starts and rolls over to pat him* Shhhh. It's alright. I'm right here.

Cat Scan: *knocking on the door a few moments later*

door: *slides open automatically after registering who's there*

Cat Scan: *enters. Has a freshly made order of honey-roasted peanuts, which gets brought over* Careful with these, they're hot...

Ratchet: *Lifts Cat Scan up so she can give the peanuts to Archiva*

Archiva: *sits up to get them, her smile showing faintly* Breaker's in the kitchen.

Cat Scan: *nods, chuckling as she gives Archiva the peanuts* Yup.

Archiva: *smiles, then blows on the slightly sizzling confectionery as she settles onto her side*

Optimus: *hand up and over his wife*

Archiva: *slight meep and a quiet chuckle*

Cat Scan: *Acks as the big fingers narrowly miss her and then there's more 'ack' as Ratchet moves her out of the way*

Archiva: Are you alright, Cat Scan?

Cat Scan: Yeah... Just wasn't expecting that... *chuckles*

Archiva: Good. Ratchet, is he going to be alright? *worry clear in her voice*

Ratchet: *Scans Optimus again*

Optimus: *systems slowly absorbing the energy. He probably won't wake for awhile*

Ratchet: He'll be asleep for awhile...

Archiva: ...Like he was before?

Ratchet: He's just in a deep sleep this time.

Cat Scan: *scaling Ratchet to sit on his shoulder*

Archiva: *rests her forehead against her husband's chest and mutters thanks*

Ratchet: *Gently* You should get some rest as well, once you've eaten...

Archiva: *absently* Yes, sir. Thank you.

Ratchet: *will set a blanket where Archiva can reach it before he's heading for the door*

Duke: //You busy, Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //I was just on my way back to the repair bay... So no...//

Duke: //Would you like to come and have a look at the newest member of your people to join our ranks?//

Ratchet: //Just let me grab my field kit and I'll be right there.//

Duke: //Alright. Oh yeah, your brother's here too. He's a little dinged up.// *sounds amused and exasperated. He knows Ironhide well by now*

Ratchet: //That's part of why I need to go get my field kit.// *Chuckles over comms*

Duke: *chuckles too* //Okay. I'll see you when you get here.//

Ratchet: *provides an ETA, is still chuckling as he heads for the repair bay*

First Aid: *trying to comfort Lifeline, who figures Papa should have been home by now and who just snubbed Uncle Show*

Ratchet: *Clicks to Lifeline as he moves to grab his field kit*

Lifeline: Papa!

First Aid: *gasp!*

Ratchet: *pauses in getting his field kit, moves to reach for Lifeline, grinning slowly*

Lifeline: *jump to Papa, beeping frantically*

First Aid: *mouth open slightly as her optics shine*

Ratchet: *Soothing clicks, will gently rub Lifeline's back even as Cat Scan lets out a soft squeal of delight*

Showtime: *raised brow ridge at being snubbed, but he's smiling a bit as he guesses the reason for all the excitement*

Lifeline: *snuggles, and then little fingers search for the door to Ratchet's carrying hold as her beeps take on their usual earnestness*

First Aid: *slight frown, and then brightens* It will be on the security feeds. *smiles*

Ratchet: *Chuckles as he moves to open the door to the carrying hold* If it's not, I'm going to have words to say to the person or 'Bot on shift...

First Aid: I'll check, and put it in her baby book.

Ratchet: *small nod* Alright... *will help Lifeline into the carrying hold* I came to get my field kit since the guy sitting on the satellite is here, and Ironhide got dinged up...

First Aid: *sighs* Are you sure you want to repair him before Chromia's spoken to him?

Ratchet: I figure Chromia will have beaten me there....

First Aid: *wince*

Lifeline: *all curled up and talking to the towel she found in the compartment*

Ratchet: *closing the door to the carrying hold* If she is already there, then I won't have to repair him twice... *moves to get his field kit and to check on Desinex, since Lifeline's beeping didn't seem to get her attention*

First Aid: *sees where he's going and follows, her brow ridges drawing together with concern*

Desinex: *curled up under Ratchet's desk, is silent aside from the sounds that indicate that she's deeply in recharge*

First Aid: *goes over and gently touches her hand, beeping softly*

Desinex: *stirs slightly*

Ratchet: *Frowwwwwn, scans the dark blue woman*

First Aid: *small click of concern and moves to remove her adopted daughter from the hiding place*

Desinex: *soft sound, and then she's blinking blearily*

Ratchet: ... *raised brow ridge* Am I seeing things, 'Aid?

First Aid: *embarrassed and apologetic* I was breaking some of Optimus' cookies into bite size pieces for him to store in his wrist compartment. And I told her she could eat the piece I dropped. I didn't realize how energon might affect her.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, gently pats his wife's shoulder* Well, at least we know it's nothing to worry about now...

Desinex: *gonna go back to sleep now, kthx*

Showtime: ... *Trying to resist the urge to snap a few pictures, but darnit, Desinex is adorable when she's sleeping!*

First Aid: *gently lifting Desinex and getting to her feet* I'll take her to her room. *offers Ratchet a farewell peck*

Ratchet: *kisses First Aid* Alright. I'll send an update on the newcomer when I have it. *moves to head out of the repair bay with Cat Scan still on his shoulder*

First Aid: *gets Showtime to bring the gurney, and then uses it to bring Desinex to her room and her bed*

Blades: *sitting and twiddling thumbs when Ratchet reaches the Transformer debriefing room*

Ratchet: *throat-clearing sound*

Cat Scan: *Studying Blades without seeming to*

Blades: *looks up, is a bot about the same basic size and colour as First Aid wore back on Cybertron, though without her retractable face mask. Also suddenly gets a wary look when they spot Ratchet's Cybertronian Medic's symbol*

Ratchet: *doesn't miss that wary look* Welcome to Earth, Blades.

Blades: Erm, thank you, sir. Is First Aid here?

Ratchet: Have you been debriefed yet?

Blades: Duke told me that anything I saw here in the Pit doesn't leave it, unless Jazz or Ratchet tells me otherwise. *startles a bit as a clang sounds through the partly open door*

Ratchet: *small nod* There is a very good reason for that... *attention going to the clang* Ah, sounds like Ironhide and Chromia are talking...

Cat Scan: *Winces* She sounds maaaad, Ratch....

Blades: *optics widen* Chromia?

Ratchet: *nods, giving Cat Scan a mildly amused look* If she were that mad, a small clang would be the least we'd be hearing.

Blades: ...Sir, you're telling me there's a living femme here? Is that what Duke meant? *sitting up with a slight wince*

Ratchet: *studies Blades, relaxing just a hair when he sees the Autobot insignia the other is wearing* That is one of the things that cannot be mentioned outside the Pit.

Cat Scan: *putting two and two together* Is this something to do with why you need to talk to First Aid?

Blades: *quietly* I need to talk to First Aid because my creator told me to.

Ratchet: *just as quietly, as he sends a message to First Aid, requesting that she come to the debriefing room* Because of your gender?

Blades: *optics flash* Because my creator also built First Aid.

wall by the door: *shudders slightly as a large metal body is thudded into it*

Ironhide: *makes a happy sound*

Blades: 0.o

Ratchet: *facepalming as Cat Scan cracks up*

First Aid: Oh dear! Chromia, should you be doing that here?

Chromia: *razzes First Aid a bit, snuggles Ironhide*

Ironhide: *gruffly* 't w's onleh a kiss, 'Aid.

Ratchet: *to Blades* Then that means you are part of my family... *chuckles*

Blades: *looks back to him puzzledly* I am?

Ratchet: *nods, looking to First Aid when she enters, a bit of a grin coming to his face*

Cat Scan: *now it's her turn to facepalm, only she'll also mutter* Ratchet, quit beating around the proverbial bush.

First Aid: *smiles at her husband, though she's blushing a bit from having caught sight of Ironhide and Chromia's PDA* Here I am, Ratchet.

Blades: *perks at sight of First Aid, though they still look very confused*

Ratchet: First Aid, it turns out you've got another sibling... *nods to Blades*

Cat Scan: *would boot the medic, but then she risks slipping off her perch*

First Aid: *sucks air in through her intakes* So that's how you knew my frequency! Our mother told you.

Blades: *hiss of surprise as her auto translate tells her what mother means*

First Aid: *hurries to offer gentle reassurance* There are a lot of women here. That data is safe.

Ratchet: *nods, moving to put an arm around First Aid's waist* When I said you are part of my family, Blades... the reason for that is because First Aid is my wife.

Blades: *searching the translation datapack that Ironhide gave to her when the translator doesn't tell her a Cybertronian word for it* Wife?

First Aid: Our sparks hold each other's code.

Blades: 0.o

Ratchet: We're spark-bonded.

Blades: *continues to look confused*

First Aid: *gently* How old were you when you left Cybertron?

Blades: ...Not very. Right after my personality matrix stabilized.

First Aid: I thought so. *goes and gives her a hug* Poor little sister.

Ratchet: *concerned, but will not move to hug Blades unless he's given permission to do so by the woman herself*

Blades: *quietly, sounding very young* You mean it's really safe?

First Aid: Here inside the Pit it is. Outside we still call ourselves men.

Ratchet: *nods in agreement with his wife's words*

Cat Scan: And the JOES know to refer to you using male pronouns outside of here, so you don't have to worry about that.

First Aid: *glances to Cat Scan* You mean the human JOEs. We're members of GI JOE too.

Cat Scan: *nods* What 'Aid said. ^_^

Blades: ...How... how many of us are there?

First Aid: There are ten women. We're about even with the men.

Blades: This isn't a very big garrison.

First Aid: *hesitates, then quietly* Actually, we're all the currently known Autobot survivors.

Blades: *looks scared*

Ratchet: *just as quietly* Which is why we work to ensure that the Pit is a safe place. We do not know if there are other survivors out there or not, but if they are out there...

Blades: *looks at him quizzically, her blue optics dull and sad*

Ratchet: They haven't made contact with us yet... All we can do is hope and pray for their safety. *soft sigh*

First Aid: *softly* But more and more people keep trickling in. *hopeful and reassuring smile* And we have the babies.

Blade: Babies?

Ratchet: *over comms, to First Aid* //Should we show her Lifeline?//

First Aid: *nods, her own optics shining*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, moves to open the door to his carrying hold*

Lifeline: Beepbeepboopsqueak?

Ratchet: *to Lifeline* Would you like to meet a new family member, Lifeline? *offering his hand to her*

Lifeline: *soft squee of inquiry as she reaches both her own small hands for his. She's got her lovey in her mouth again*

Ratchet: *more soft chuckling as he withdraws Lifeline from the hold* Blades, I'd like you to meet Lifeline.

Cat Scan: *Clicks her tongue, trying to imitate some of the sounds she's heard the other babies make*

Blades: *she's seen organic infants on some worlds, so it takes her only moments to understand what she's seeing, and then she gives a soft croon of delight and reaches her less damaged hand toward the baby* Hello, Lifeline....

Lifeline: Squeee! Boopboopclickyclickclickclick! *turns her head and bounces. Look, Aunty Cat Scan! Someone new!*

First Aid: *soft chuckle at her daughter's exuberance*

Cat Scan: *amused chuckle*

Ratchet: *proud Papa, yes* She is several months old now...

Blades: *as tiny fingers close around her own and Lifeline squees softly at the damage to her digits* ...So we can make new Cybertronians like organic people make new people?

First Aid: *blush* Er. No. We don't... um.... *cough*

Lifeline: *looks up to see why Mama's coughing*

Ratchet: Blades, may I scan you so I can get a better idea of the extent of your injuries?

Blades: *blinks and looks away from her sister and her niece* Oh. Sure. I got some fuel from Ironhide. He said to tell you.

Ratchet: *small nod as he scans Blades*

Blades: *showing all the signs of having been on her own for a very long time, including the minuscule harmless spark scars that many Autobots carry from having had to subsist on strange fuel*

Ratchet: *Another nod* Well, there's nothing that I haven't seen before... We have materials to repair your hand in the repair bay, if you'd like, Blades.

Blades: My.... Oh. *brings her other hand out from behind her back*

First Aid: *winces*

Lifeline: *Squeeeeee and point!*

Ratchet: *slight wince, nods* And we've got materials to rebuild that hand as well...

Blades: *looks down at the mangled stump, her face showing the embarrassment that she still feels even nearly a vorn after defusing that small bomb the hard way. Then blinks as Lifeline wraps a piece of soft white cloth clumsily over the stump* ...What's that for, Lifeline?

Lifeline: *clicking and beeping busily*

Cat Scan: Awww! She's trying to bandage your hand! *To First Aid* She's just like you and Ratch! ^_^

First Aid: *soft clicks for her daughter as she smiles and looks like she wants to squee*

Lifeline: *pauses to try and think how to keep the towel in place, then looks up at Ratchet* Papa! Papa!

Ratchet: *rumbly chuckles, shows Lifeline how to tuck the ends of the towel in* Do you want to try doing that, Lifeline?

Lifeline: *tiny face intent as she tries to get her chubby fingers to emulate what Papa just did*

First Aid: *showing every sign of squeeing and flailing inwardly with pride*

Cat Scan: *clearly wants to squee as well, but keeps quiet so as not to distract Lifeline*

Ratchet: *offers encouraging words to Lifeline. Definitely a Proud Papa here!*

Blades: *not moving a single servo as she watches the baby try*

Lifeline: *finally gets the ends tucked and squeaks her pleasure, then leans forward and puts her mouth to the bandage while making a little squeaky kissy sound*

Cat Scan: D'awwww!

First Aid: *laughing*

Ratchet: *raised brow ridge, chuckles* I don't know where she picked that up....

First Aid: That's the sound Showtime makes when he kisses her. *clicks to her daughter and is beeped and clicked at in reply as Lifeline reports on her treatment of the wound*

Ratchet: *more chuckling* I see... Why don't we get to the repair bay so we can continue with repairs? *has a twinkle in his optic as he says this*

Blades: Okay. *stands carefully, so as to not bump Lifeline*

Lifeline: *leans back against Papa, and then perks and tries to move her back so she can hook up and get energy*

Ratchet: *helps Lifeline get hooked up, will move to lead the way to the repair bay* *to First Aid* I'm surprised nobody's called us about Sharpshot yet...

Ironhide: *glances at them as they exit* Th'y called 'Ound.

Chromia: *leaning against Ironhide, has all three babies with her, though Carina and Nova seem to be quite content to nap*

Blades: *stops short as she sees the three* *soft wonder* Ohhhh. More babies.

Sparta: *scowl*

Lifeline: *clicks to the other babies*

Chromia: *Chuckles a bit and clicks to Lifeline* How are you today, Lifeline?

Lifeline: *clicks and beeps up a storm, little finger pointing toward Aunty Blades' hand*

Ratchet: *more rumbly chuckle* Blades, I'd like you to meet Chromia... Chromia, this is Blades.

Chromia: *nods to Blades, giving the other woman a friendly smile* Nice to meet you.

Blades: *mouth opens, and then closes*

First Aid: *pat pats her* *softly* Blades is my younger sister.

Ironhide: *mouth opens and then he frowns a bit* Sister how?

Ratchet: They have the same creator.

Ironhide: Whal 'f th't don' beat all. *grins*

First Aid: *to Blades* Ironhide is Ratchet's brother.

Ironhide: *back to gruff in a sparkbeat* Ah w's drunk wh'n Ah asked.

Blades: *confused* Oh.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* Well, let's get to the repair bay...

Blades: *still confused* Alright.

Ironhide: *gives her shoulder a squeeze, and then helps himself to his refusing to nap son*

First Aid: *talking over the open comms to Hound as she walks beside her sister* Oh poor Sharpshot.

Ratchet: Hm?

First Aid: *guiding Blades as the younger femme looks back over her shoulder at Ironhide's family* She's drunk too. But Hound says she's just sitting and staring into space and feeling confused.

Ratchet: Oh no... Let's hope Snake Eyes doesn't tag her...

First Aid: *softly* I don't think he will. The men are very protective of Sharpshot.

Cat Scan: *nods in agreement, but doesn't say anything on the matter*

Blades: *silent as they go down the one level to the Autobot section of the Pit, but then lights up as they exit and meet Arcee and Fancy* Another baby!

Fancy: *looks for another baby*

Arcee: XD

Cat Scan: *Clicks a greeting to Fancy*

Fancy: *looks up and clicks back, and then replies to Lifeline too*

Lifeline: *telling the little pink girl about wrapping up Aunty's hand and how her hand was all ow! Using her hands very expressively as she beeps and clicks and squeaks*

Arcee: *watching this* So which side of the family does she get the Jazz mouth from?

Ratchet: *gives Arcee a mild Look as Cat Scan cracks up and has to cling to his audio to keep from falling off his shoulder*

First Aid: *blushing* She's just excited, Arcee. Oh! *brightens* And she said her first word today.

Arcee: Waitwhutnoway.

Ratchet: *nods, grinning* She did.

Cat Scan: *Recovering* I was there! :D

Arcee: *congratulatory and jealous* What did she say?

Ratchet: *proud grin* Papa.

First Aid: *small chuckle* What else would she say?

Fancy: *blinks as Lifeline finishes up with a broad and sweeping gesture* Fwag.

First Aid: ....

Blades: 0.o

Arcee: 0_0

Ratchet: ....

Cat Scan: *coughs to hide her snerk*

Arcee: Excuse me. I'm gonna go commit spousicide. *turns and walks off as Fancy waves bye bye*

Lifeline: *also waving*

Ratchet: ... Okay then.... *makes a note to track down Springer so he can repair the quad-changer later on*

Lifeline: *makes her gesture again, then makes the popping sound that the stars and stripes made on the video about a flag raising that she saw the other day. Brightens and beeps. She knows what the other baby was talking about!*

First Aid: *didn't hear or see her, is leading Blades to the med ward*

Ratchet: *chuckles and clicks to Lifeline*

Cat Scan: *to First Aid* After everything's said and done, do you want me to go check on Sharpshot?

First Aid: *moving aside toys so that Blades can lay on the first repair table* That might be a good idea, Cat Scan. She's never been exposed to this sort of thing before.

Lifeline: *putting her head back against Papa's chest to smile up at him*

Cat Scan: *small nod, will carefully climb down Ratchet's back and head to grab her field kit* Anything in particular I need to be prepared for?

Ratchet: *loving on Lifeline, pauses when he hears Cat Scan's question* She may not be aware of her surroundings or that there's anyone speaking to her...

First Aid: *pats Blades, and then turns to go to Desinex's room for a quick check on the blue woman*

Showtime: *is keeping watch over the blue woman as she sleeps, glances over his shoulder to give First Aid a puzzled look*

First Aid: *softly* Still the same?

Showtime: *small nod* *Quietly* Do we just wait this out then?

First Aid: I think that's the only thing we can do. And it's affected Sharpshot too.

Showtime: *Winces*

First Aid: *slips over to look at her heart daughter* *quietly* My mother built someone else.

Showtime: ... *Blink blink* *just as quietly* So I have another sibling now?

First Aid: *small nod* Her name's Blades, and she's been alone for a long time, like WakeJumper.

Showtime: ... Should I introduce myself? *is a bit uncertain, as he doesn't want to leave Desinex in case she needs something*

First Aid: Let her be repaired and rest a little first. But I'll tell her about you. *hand on his shoulder*

Showtime: *nods* Alright. *offers some of the pennies he was snacking on*

First Aid: *small chuckle and gives him a one-armed hug with her cheek pressed to his* Thank you, Showtime.

Showtime: *small smile* Go on. I'll call if anything changes.

First Aid: Alright. *goes to repair the new sister*

Blades: *laying quietly on the table, though she's twitching a bit at the thought that someone's going to open her spark compartment. She knows it's safe now, but when keeping something shut has been your main objective for a couple few million years, it's hard to let go of it*

Ratchet: *excuses himself quietly, intends to have his afternoon nap, will also tuck Lifeline back into the carrying hold for her nap*

Lifeline: *sleepily nomming her towel as she continues to draw energy from the feed. Will wave bye bye to Mama and Aunty*

First Aid: Have a good sleep, Ratchet. I love you.

Ratchet: Love you too, First Aid. *and then he's ducking into his office with Lifeline. It won't be long before he's asleep in his chair and snoring quietly*

First Aid: *beaming happily as she turns back to Blades. She'll spend the rest of the afternoon working on the younger woman and answering her questions about family, what it's like to be married, and other residents of the Pit*

((co-written with

random_xtras))