kv, Autobot City, Sureshot's Visit

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Sureshot: *wanders into the medbay and looks around* I'm supposed to give a package to Ratchet.

Ratchet: *looks up from checking Hot Rod's vitals* Hm?

Sureshot: *tilts his head* You're Ratchet?

Ratchet: The local one, yes... *moving to approach*

Sureshot: Huh. You're little. And cheerful.

Ratchet: *Dryly, though his optics have an amused glint to them* Would you rather I be a grouch the way I'm apparently supposed to be?

Sureshot: *round optics twinkle* The Ratchets I know aren't grouches. They're just... gruff.

Ratchet: *Chuckles* And I've heard about how I'm apparently a grouch, at least according to some of the people I've talked to in the Nexus...

Sureshot: *rubs the back of his head* Ohhh. Well, I haven't been to the Nexus much yet. Too much stuff to do at home. *holds out box* The Percy that's Kriti's dad wanted me to deliver this.

Ratchet: *Small nod as he reaches for the box* How are he and Kia doing? Kriti's been asking about them, and wanting to know when the symposium is over....

Sureshot: *sighs and hangs his head a bit, looking young in the process* Well, they're okay. I think they put a letter in here for her, and there's something from Uncle Jazz, too.

Ratchet: *Another nod* Alright... She's probably in the rec room with the rest of the youngbots, if you want to go visit her... *looks up as a soft thud comes from the vents* And Torque's probably crawling after Bumblebee in the ductwork again... *Amused chuckle*

Sureshot: *perks and trills softly*

Bumblebee: *suddenly squeaking fit to burst her vocalizer as her little face appears at the vent. Sammy's Baby, I see you! I want you to pick me up!*

Ratchet: *more chuckles as he moves to open the vent so Bumblebee and Sureshot can interact more easily* *is feeling glad now that Fixer disabled Hot Rod's audio sensors*

Torque: *is that set of optics peeking at you from one of the other vents, Sureshot*

Sureshot: *small wave to Torque, and then he's holding Bumblebee close as the little chibi hugs her doll and listens to his spark. Gently rubs her back and clicks to her*

Bumblebee: *listening to that spark! And purring softly in a way that she usually will only do for Jazz*

Ratchet: *Quietly, as Torque slips out of the vent behind him and scales his back* Family?

Sureshot: *just as quietly* She's my mother. Though she doesn't know, and she didn't make me.

Ratchet: ... *Blink blink, before he remembers a certain incident just over three years ago* *soft chuckle* So you're sort of like Eclipse...

Sureshot: *quizzical look as he thinks of the Eclipse that he knows* How so?

Ratchet: The one here wasn't made by Bluestreak, but she still has part of his coding in her spark, as well as Wheeljack's...

Sureshot: *squints one optic and chuckles softly* Oh oh.

Ratchet: You wouldn't be able to tell by watching them though... Bluestreak's good at being a parent, and so is Wheeljack.... When he's not blowing himself to bits, that is...

Sureshot: So he was just grabbing random samples?

Ratchet: *nods, chuckling* The local Perceptor lectured him for a week straight after Eclipse was put into her shell... Till she made cute faces at him and he couldn't find it in him to continue lecturing Wheeljack...

Sureshot: So no death threats; no rally car dodging missiles out in the desert....

Ratchet: .... Okay, there's a good story here, I can tell...

Sureshot: *holds the arm he can spare from bittyBee away from his body* Take a good look at my size and the shape of my body armor.

Ratchet: *Really looking... and then he's facepalming and snickering* The Ironhide of your reality?

Sureshot: *slow nod as his mouthplate moves in a grin*

Ratchet: *More snickering* I'd feel sorry for your Wheeljack, but given how the one here got a kid who's just as inclined to have her projects blow up....

Torque: *Quiet beep, earning him a surprised glance from Ratchet*

Sureshot: *attention going to Torque* Yeah... Keepsake only blows things up on purpose. Though Grimlock made a pretty good bang the other day when he flamed a 'Con that had been posing as a tanker truck.

Torque: *Doesn't seem to want to say anything else, though he will duck down a bit so he can hide behind Mentor's wordmate*

Ratchet: Grimlock's good at flaming things...

Sureshot: *gets out a small cinnaSeeker and gives it to bittyBee, then offers a second to Torque* Ours just realized he was a walking zippo. I don't think the world will ever be the same.

Torque: *Peeks above Ratchet's shoulder when he smells the nom, very quiet clicks*

Ratchet: ... Let's hope your Grimlock never meets the one here... I don't think there's anywhere that wouldn't become collateral damage....

Sureshot: *waggles the cookie gently and enticingly* Do you know how big our Grimlock is?

Ratchet: *As Torque moves to reach for the cookie* Elita-One has seen him and told us... And he sounds like he's just as ornery as the big one that lives here.

Sureshot: *chuckles as he gives the cookie* Would he be the same guy if he weren't? *stops and looks at Ratchet as he remembers the differences between this mech and the other Ratchets he knows* Huh... guess so.

Ratchet: *Soft chuckle at Torque's clickstorm conversation with the cookie*

Sureshot: *looks down at bittyBee, who is now sound asleep with her little mouthplate hooked over the top of her cinnaSeeker as she hugs it. Quiet click, and then offers the chibi to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *Will gently cradle bittyBee* *Gently* I bet Kriti wouldn't object to a visit... *and then there's a slight hint of mischief in his optics* And I bet that Prime wouldn't mind the company... *no, he didn't say who was Prime... He'll let you find that out on your own, Sureshot*

Sureshot: I'm not sure I have time. Though... *hesitates and considers* I guess I could give Kriti the package Uncle Jazz sent her. It's in that box with all the supplements Percy sent.

Ratchet: *Nod, soft chuckle as Torque moves to the front for snuggles with bittyBee* *Will move to carefully open the box and remove the big, soft package that's wrapped in white paper* Is this it?

Sureshot: *grins* Yeah, that's it. It's her Captain Disaster doll. Oh, and those disks are maternity supplements that Percy got from the Ratchet in our sister reality. *head tilt* You guys have babies?

Ratchet: *nods, chuckling* The local Ironhide and Chromia are expecting triplets...

Sureshot: .... 0_0

Ratchet: *Would patpat your shoulder, Sureshot, but his hands are full of bitties now*

Sureshot: *gets over his shock enough to ask slowly* Where is your Ironhide?

Ratchet: Either getting fuel for Chromia, or back at their quarters, fussing over her and making sure she's comfortable.

Sureshot: Okay... how much is he like my dad?

Ratchet: *Describes the local Ironhide*

Sureshot: *visibly relaxes* Okay.

Ratchet: *Soft chuckle* I take it your dad's like the other Ironhide that's from Flashpoint's reality? *Yes, he's met the femme, as well as her mate*

Sureshot: Well... I'd say he's twitchier, from what I've seen of him. But he's based in Washington with Optimus Prime, so he's got a lot of security to cover.

Ratchet: Ah... Well, you'd better go give Kriti her gift...

Sureshot: Yessir. *turns and goes, then stops and looks back* Um... coordinates?

Ratchet: *transmits them* Watch out for Skywarp... He'll try and play "Facehugger" with you... *chuckle*

Sureshot: Thanks. *can be heard to mutter about 'Skywarp weirdness must be universal' as he goes*

Ratchet: *Snerks and moves to pull his chair over so he can have a bit of a nap with the bitties*


Rec room


Sureshot: *issa cautious peek*

Skywarp: *issa bitty facehugger... on that big white and black guy over on the other side of the room* I'mma facehugger! *Gigglefit*

Kriti: *Fussing at Skywarp, 'wings fluttering a bit*

Jazz: *Amused Prime is amused* Okay, facehugger, go facehug Prowl.

Skywarp: :D 'Kay! *Warps away*

Sureshot: *soft chuckle at that interaction*

Kriti: *Attention going to the doorway* *blink blink, happy squee, is a blue, Sureshot-seeking missile of hugs and happy chatter!*

Jazz: *watching Kriti go, raised brow ridge as he moves to follow*

Sureshot: Kriti! *gentle hug with one brawny arm, and then he's softly clicking as he turns his head to look at the package that he holds up beside her*

Kriti: *Curious chirrup, headtilty as she snuggles*

Sureshot: Uncle Jazz says you wanted this. *mouthplate moves in a smile* I wonder what it is...

Kriti: *Soft chirr, looks at Sureshot hopefully*

Jazz: *Sneaky scan of the package, slight visor flicker of a wink at Sureshot*

Sureshot: *curious glance at the mech, but then grins at Kriti again* You wanna find out?

Kriti: *nod nod* Please.

Sureshot: *hunkers down and sits her on his knee, then gives her the package*

Kriti: *Thanks him, and then begins removing the paper from the package, clicking quietly all the while*

Captain Disaster: *is a big soft pillow doll!*

Kriti: *Squeeeeal, snuggleclings* Is Papa-Jazz Captain Disaster!

Jazz: *Chuckle* I think Dolly just got 'erself a boyfriend...

Sureshot: *brow plate lifts as he looks at that mech again* Jazz?

Kriti: *looks up from snuggling the doll to razz Jazz* Captain Disaster is with Nightwind. Thrrpt.

Jazz: *chuckles and nods to Sureshot* Yep...

Sureshot: Hey. *grin for Jazz and then looks back to Kriti* Yeah, but do you have Nightwind?

Kriti: *nodnod*

Sureshot: *surprised* Really?

Kriti: *nod* Was gift from Papa-Jazz 'fore he left f'r the convention... Prime-Jazz made it the right shape.

Sureshot: Prime Jazz... *looks up again with surprise*

Jazz: *A bit sheepishly* Yeeah... *rubbing the back of his head a bit* You saw Roddy in the medbay, right?

Sureshot: ...Roddy?

Jazz: Hot Rod... Used ta be Rodimus Prime...

Sureshot: o.0 They made Hot Rod into a Prime?

Kriti: *nodnod*

Jazz: The Matrix chose 'im after Unicron was gone....

Sureshot: *blank stare* Sheesh.

Jazz: 'E did a good job as Prime... *Shrugs a shoulder* 'N 'parently it's my turn t' lead this group'a crazies... *chuckle*

Sureshot: Yeah... but you never drove off the roof of the base just for sparks and giggles.

Jazz: *Snickers, remembering the last time Hot Rod did that, years ago* Naw, I jes' make fancy light 'n sound shows...

Sureshot: The dope in my reality came down on Diehard Prime's head the other day!

Jazz: *Soberly* I kinda look forward t' that day with our guy....

Sureshot: *thinks back to what he'd seen in the medbay* ... *wince* Man, I didn't even notice. What happened to him?

Jazz: 'E got hurt savin' 'lotta lives...

Sureshot: 'Con?

Jazz: *headshake* We ain't got any 'Cons anymore... 'E stopped 'n explosion at a powerplant...

Sureshot: Nuclear?

Kriti: *Has gone to show Megatron her new doll*

Jazz: *headshake, names the type of energy being used at the plant at the time of the explosion*

Sureshot: *wince wince wince wince* Maaaan. That stuff's illegal where I come from.

Jazz: *Quietly* The guy responsible f'r the plant tried t' sue us 'cause it blew up...

Sureshot: *staring again as he tries to process this*

Jazz: Fixer 'n I talked t' 'im 'bout it...

Sureshot: Did he listen?

Jazz: 'E's currently bein' investigated by th' human authorities, 'cause'a the data Fixer got...

Sureshot: *lets out air from his intakes in a very Bumblebee manner* Good.

Jazz: *Reaches to patpat Sureshot's shoulder* *Quietly* Roddy ain't dead yet, 'n I don' think this'll be what does 'im in...

Sureshot: *shakes his head* I'm not worried about that. Just don't like hearing about people trying to make trouble.

Jazz: I hear ya... *And then he's scooping a bittyDead End up because the little guy made a beeline for him*

Sureshot: *gently pokes the sparklet, and then offers him a small cinnaSeeker* I better get back. Mom and Dad're going home, and if I hold them up too long Dad's legs will hurt.

Dead End: *Happy chirrup, thanks Sureshot for the cookie!*

Jazz: *more patpat* Be careful out there... 'N come back f'r 'nother visit sometime.

Sureshot: *grin as he gets up* If I've got time. *comms Kriti to tell her good bye* Go easy on them, okay?

Kriti: *Says goodbye, but is a bit distracted by sharing her dolls with Megatron and Soundwave*

Jazz: *Chuckle* 'N tell the brat t' mind Blackie. *Yes, he's calling his counterpart a brat*

Sureshot: *soft chuckle as he turns toward the door* Aunty Blackie hasn't got anything to say. *and then he's gone with a flash and a slight swish*

((Co-written with random_xtras))