sv and mgv, Autobot and Decepticon Bases, Assistance part 1
female Swindle: *appears at the plant in sv with a swish and a slight flash, and hobbles over toward where she can see a red and white form sitting in front of the monitors* *coughs to get his attention*
Ratchet: *Startles*
Swindle: *slight meep and a nervous chuckle* Heh, sorry about that, Ratchet.
Ratchet: *small frown, knows this isn't the local Swindle. Moves to sit up straighter* Which reality are you from?
Swindle: *standing on her good leg instead of the one that's more or less a piece of steel pipe* Well, you know how your Prime was gone for a little while some time back?
Ratchet: *nods* You're from that reality, I take it?
Swindle: As a matter of fact I am. *hobbles a little closer and looks at the monitors* ...Are you busy?
Ratchet: Other than keeping an eye on news channels? Not really... *pinging a certain someone's comm, and a few moments later, WakeJumper's emerging from whereever it was he tends to go when he's at the plant and there's no medical emergancy or sparklet checkups to do*
Swindle: Great! *Swindle grin and charm* Because I have a proposition for you and any other medi-bot who'd like to come along!
Ratchet: Well, First Aid's resting.... She had a hard shift at work....
WakeJumper: It's not like we can't just PINpoint back here if someone does an epic Dumb, Ratchet. *reeeeallly wants to go*
Ratchet: *Sighs* *To Swindle* What sort of proposition are we talking about?
Swindle: *droops, the smile fading* At least twelve hours of working your aft off to save the spark inside severely mangled pieces of hardware.
Ratchet: ...Sit tight for a bit. *going to get his field kit, as is WakeJumper*
Swindle: *watches them go, and then pockets some little bits of electronics she sees laying on the console*
Ratchet: *hurrying back a few moments later, WakeJumper hot on his heels* Let's go.
Swindle: *perks and crams the stereo into her drawer. Is grinning again* Alright, everyone hold hands.
Ratchet: *Grabs WakeJumper by the scruffbar, then reaches for Swindle*
Swindle: *grabs his hand and PINpoints them back, feeling the slight lurch that she knows by now means that they just missed a window closing* Just made it. *looks around soberly at the carnage and misery surrounding her. Deepdancer's domain looks like a junkyard*
Megatron: *startles and straightens, but then relaxes when he sees who it is* Swindle. You were successful.
Ratchet: *sharp intake of air*
WakeJumper: *suddenly glad that he's bigger than Ratchet*
Scatters: *looks up from the weld he's working on* Hey! It's the Docbot! *happy 'wing perk*
Deepdancer: *doesn't look up from the twisted and burned hunk of machinery she's working on* Somebody get the big green guy! And someone else see to Lugnut!
Ratchet: *Beeline for the big green guy, getting tools out and scanning the mech*
WakeJumper: *Goes to see to Lugnut*
Scatters: *Back to work!*
Bulkhead: *is trying to get up and help, despite lacking limbs, part of his torso plating, and a chunk of his helmet that includes one optic*
Lugnut: *in pieces, his spark only a weak glimmer in its chamber*
First Aid: *is that soft sob over there as the light beneath her fingers goes out and the sleek green femme it belonged to goes grey* I... we have parts, Deepdancer.
Deepdancer: *low and vehement cursing*
Ratchet: Easy, kid... *setting to work*
WakeJumper: *quiet prayer before he begins working on keeping Lugnut online*
Scatters: *ducks his head a bit, continues to work*
Deepdancer: Torque, get 'Aid out of there and get Emerald dismantled.
Torque: *Staticky acknowledgement, then he's moving to gently usher the femme over to one of the other patients even as his knee joint locks up entirely. Shortly thereafter, he's back over by Emerald and working on dismantling her*
Scatters: *finishes the welds and moves to help another mech* *quiet mutter that sounds suspiciously like "Where the pit is he?"*
Megatron: *quiet gasp, and then removes his hands from the ruined hulk that had once been Blackout* *numbly* Deepdancer... here is another for parts.
WakeJumper: *doing his best to stay calm as he works, even as memories of the raid on his home colony begin to creep back to the front of his processor. He knows now is not the time for the ghosts of the past to haunt him*
Lockdown: *ducks his head as a ghost goes past, then frowns in the direction of the static tingle as he continues to work on a large femme with what looks like an aquatic alt mode*
Deepdancer: *finishes what she's working on and orders Swindle to come lay down beside Blitzwing to help stabilize his spark, then moves on to where Muhe is huddled holding someone's head*
Ratchet: *fighting down flashbacks as well, continues to work on Bulkhead*
Torque: *Brings parts over to Deepdancer*
Starscream: *hoves into sight next to Ratchet, his expression serious and concerned*
Deepdancer: *acks as she turns around and accidentally walks through Moonshadow* Slagging PIT, femme, don't DO that. *takes parts and resumes working*
Moonracer: *little shiver from where her living spark is hiding just outside her mate's spark casing*
Torque: *reassuring static as he hurries to get more parts*
Ratchet: *trying to ignore the tingle in his circuits*
Starscream: *quietly* I believe I may be able to move small things. What do you need?
Ratchet: *names off a few small parts even as he continues to work*
Starscream: *nods and goes to get them, passing through non-essential parts of bots on his way*
Blackout: *passes through Ratchet, her thoughts full of making Sentinel's life a living smelting pit*
Ratchet: *Shivers, cycling air*
Bulkhead: *groans and tries to get up again*
Ratchet: *quickly shoves aside his own discomfort to make Bulkhead lay back down*
WakeJumper: *Wishing he had a spark booster on hand right now*
Bulkhead: *blinks his single optic at the medic working on him* Hey... didn' Sentinel kill you?
Ratchet: I'm a different one... *continues to work on making sure Bulkhead won't be in danger of bleeding out*
Bulkhead: Uhhhhh. Oh. *plainly doesn't get it*
Starscream: *drops the parts just before he makes it back, and watches them roll across the floor* *sigh*
Ratchet: *Will bend to get the parts* Thanks... *back to work!*
Megatron: *another gasp as he bends over a jumble of damaged parts* Scattershot.
Scatters: *looks up from the mess of parts he's working on*
mgScattershot: *soft static that might be an acknowlegement*
Megatron: A table will soon be cleared. Hold on, my friend. *gently lifting the wounded bot in his big arms*
Torque: *Finishes clearing the table that Emerald was on, delivers parts where they're needed*
Megatron: *sets mgShot there, and then looks at First Aid with concern*
First Aid: *babbling to herself softly as she works. Does not sound as a sane bot should sound*
mgShot: *statics as he tries to call out to First Aid*
First Aid: *small sob as she continues to work on the bot in front of her*
Megatron: *looks around for aid, an expression of helplessness looking very out of place on his face*
Scatters: *Finishes doing what he can for the poor bot he's working on, then he's moving to help Megatron with his counterpart*
Ratchet: *satisfied that Bulkhead won't bleed out anytime soon* Just stay put and let those repairs take, Bulkhead... *moving to see who else needs help*
Deepdancer: *sudden curse of frustrated rage as she finds that neither parts from Blackout nor from Emerald will work for the femme on the table in front of her*
Starscream: *standing on the table of a bot who's just passed, and who was so mangled and blasted as to render nothing reusable in their protoform. Giving a rallying call. And being answered as wisps of static and confusion, or bubbling anger, come from all corners of the repair bay*
Megatron: o.0
Scatters: *Trying to ignore what's going on, focusing instead on fixing his counterpart so the mech doesn't go out*
WakeJumper: *Small shiver, is trying his hardest to make sure Lugnut doesn't go out*
Ratchet: *Quiet murmur of "Primus preserve us...", deep breath, then he's back to work*
Starscream: *keeps talking, exerting all his charisma, and then leads an army of the dead swirling upward through the rock of the mountain overhead*
Deepdancer: *small, choked sound as the Aquabot femme joins them*
mgShot: *statics a bit*
WakeJumper: *has done all he can, will begin praying quietly that Lugnut stabilizes*
Deepdancer: *already moving on to the next battered bot* *quietly* Don't just stand there, WakeJumper.
WakeJumper: *Startles, then he's moving to help someone else, though he will continue to pray silently*
Ratchet: *makes a mental note to ask Deepdancer later on how she knows WakeJumper's designation*
Moonracer: -Torky? I can feel the window opening again!-
Torque: *Surprised static, looks for someone to tell*
Megatron: *working quickly to close up the wounds of a badly damaged Autobot who had fought on the Decepticon side at the last*
Torque: *Moves to touch Megatron's hand, intending to try and sign what Moonracer told him*
Megatron: *looks at him and narrows his optics slightly as he tries to concentrate on his signing. And then he groans* If only that could help us.
Torque: *small frown, nods, moves to help with the Autobot*
Ratchet: *from where he's working* If only what could help us?
Megatron: The window that allows passage from this reality is open again.
Ratchet: *small nod, wondering if he should call someone to bring parts from home*
Megatron: *grimly* But we have nothing with which to buy what we need. I do not think anyone would accept copper ore, and I know what the bots of your reality think of bots with this badge.
Ratchet: ... I know someone who can help.
Deepdancer: You realize they could wind up stuck here longer than they might want to stay. *voice grim and flat as she works quickly to try and avoid another loss*
Megatron: Call them.
Ratchet: *putting a call through to a certain mech on a certain station, tells him to borrow a slaggin' PINpoint, then provides the coordinates and a list of parts*
'Rail: *appears a few moments later, his optics wide with panic as Fixer... and Red Alert! stride past him and start assessing the situation*
Fixer: Where the slag's First Aid, Ratchet?
Ratchet: The local one's over working on someone... The one from back home is resting after a tough shift. *continues to work*
WakeJumper: *Upset sound as the mech he was working on goes out*
Fixer: *looks over at WakeJumper, and then strides over and shoulders him aside before applying electrical shock therapy to the mech's empty spark compartment*
Deepdancer: *blinks as a Tau Enforcer offers her a spark booster, and then snatches it and gets it in place*
TM: *Moving to help where he's needed... which turns out to be where his counterpart just went down*
Torque: *Staticking and trying to get back to his feet*
Red Alert: *calling more people and then quickly going to get them*
Megatron: *staring at the medical gear and parts that are suddenly in abundance, his expression saying he's close to locking up with shock and relief*
Scatters: *gets mgShot stablized before he's moving to help someone else*
TM: *To Megatron* Help me with this guy... His leg's not worth scrap anymore...
Megatron: *gently gathers Torque into his arms* He's also carrying his mate's spark. Her shell was vaporized during the battle.
TM: ... *concern grows*
Ratchet: *Sends a message to Red Alert, telling her to grab a couple of protoforms while she's getting people*
Red Alert: //Teach your protoformer to suck oil.//
Wheeljack: *appears and sets down two crates of stuff before hurrying to get useful*
Ratchet: *Startles when he sees the sparklet clinging to Wheeljack's back* 'Jack, your kid hitched a ride.
Wheeljack: What? Ahhhh! Flare! *barely pauses in his work*
Solar Flare: *Clickstorm!*
Makeshift: *appears and sets out spark pots, then pushes the two stasis pods he brought with him a nice distance apart* Alright, who needs a protoform first?
Keepsake: *appears with four more protoforms in their stasis pods, as well as a box of parts*
Deepdancer: *has protoform, is opening Torque's chest!*
Eclipse: *appears right after her sister, and moves to get to work on fixing the closest person she sees*
Torque: *Statics*
Ultra Violet and Infrared: *appear shortly thereafter with Red Alert, and also set to work*
Perceptor: *Also arriving long enough to deliver more parts*
Fixer: *shocks the empty Aquabot spark chamber again*
Downrush: *bucks slightly, and then there's a feeble flickering of his spark*
Fixer: That's it. Don't you give up now, you stupid slagging glitch. *works to get him hooked up to spark support*
Deepdancer: *carefully getting Moonracer settled into her new body*
'Rail: *trying to get First Aid to stop working and sit down*
First Aid: *can't see him, she's locked into a function loop even as she babbles to herself and cries*
'Rail: *concerned* I think her processor's cracked. Help me get her away from here so I can sedate her.
Ratchet: *moving to help with that* *Gently, to First Aid* Let's get you settled someplace quiet, alright?
First Aid: *babbles and looks at him blankly*
Megatron: *just went down. The relief was too much*
TM: *Acks and moves to try and catch Megatron*
Megatron: *didn't mean to squish you, Torky*
TM: *is used to being piled on by sparklets... He's built for grunt work, so lifting Megatron isn't terribly difficult*
Fixer: *busy shocking another Aquabot back to life* Come on, you chrome plated, neon trimmed sludge sucker.
Calypso: *Shrieks as she too, is brought back online*
WakeJumper: *cycling air rapidly*
Fixer: *gets Calypso steadied, and then looks for the other Aquabot that she thinks should be here*
Deepdancer: *soothing Moonracer*
Torque: *Staticking again, and reaching for his mate's hand*
Scatters: The kid's with Mistfire and the other bitties, Fixer. *working on someone else now*
Keepsake: *chasing a spark* Come back here, you stunned slagger!
Eclipse: *In a bit of a sing-song voice* Keepsake, language! *working*
Keepsake: *language takes on Fixeresque status!*
Eclipse: If Solar picks that up, I'm not saving you from Bluestreak...
Fixer: Huh. *turns to look at that spark, and then snags it in her tentacles* There you are, Deluge....
Deluge: *is quite confused, and doesn't know where to go*
WakeJumper: *looks like someone punched him in the gut... with a two-by-four*
Fixer: *looks around* Where the frozen slag is this dipstick's body?
Keepsake: If Flare learns it, it won't be from me.
Eclipse: Still not saving you from Bluestreak....
Ratchet: Over there, Fixer. *indicates, and then he's getting back to work*
TM: *moving to try and get Megatron laying down whereever there's room for the larger mech* Is he gonna be okay?
Fixer: *looks at that crumpled mess and waxes eloquent as she ganks the processor and spark compartment and moves to transplant them into a new protoform. Looks up to scan Megatron* Mild shock. Go lay him by his mate and he'll be fine. *back to work*
TM: *Nods and carefully lifts Megatron in a fireman's carry* Someone'll have to show me where to go...
Deepdancer: *without looking up from very intricate but successful due to having the right parts surgery* Scattershot, show him.
Scatters: On it. *puts down his tools and moves to lead TM to where Beryl is*
Deepdancer: *quiet clicks for Torque and Moonracer, and then she's moving to work on the mech's damaged leg after a quick scan shows her that no one is unattended who really needs it now*
Fixer: *leaves Deluge to Keepsake's care and goes to the next body and shocks it back to life too, her cussing never abated*
Ratchet: *Finishes repairing First Aid and tells 'Rail to put her someplace where she'll be comfortable*
Deepdancer: *doesn't look around as she gives 'Rail directions to the quarters that the young femme shares with Jazz*
'Rail: *Carefully carrying First Aid to the quarters*
Ratchet: *Soft sigh, moves to make WakeJumper sit down in an out-of-the-way spot*
Keepsake: *glances toward the sigh, and then turns her attention back to her current patient* 'Clipsie, go snuggle Wake.
Wheeljack: Whaaaat? *looks up, blinking*
Eclipse: *Blink blink* *hesitantly* Okay.... *moves to go do so*
Fixer: *gets the Aquabots piled together in a corner, and then comes back and starts putting Blitzwing back together better than he was*
Deluge: *clinging to Calypso and Downrush, is being clung to as well*
Lockdown: *comes and hunkers next to them, his blue optics watchful as he checks to see if they need anything else*
Makeshift: *reassembling Lugnut with new parts, makes a small sound of surprise as he realizes that the mech's got a fused spark. Mentions it to Ratchet*
Ratchet: *Surprised*
Deepdancer: *gaze snaps up from her work* Fused? Stryka was there, but she's dead.
Makeshift: .... Oh no she's not.
Deepdancer: *shock on her scarred face*
Ratchet: *Scanning the spark to see how strong it is*
fused spark: *weak, but not so weak as Lugnut's had been when Stryka was extinguished. With the spark support it is in no danger of going out*
Ratchet: It's too risky to separate them right now....
Makeshift: And later?
Ratchet: They need time to heal and get stronger....
Deepdancer: Spark willing they'll have it. *closes the chest of her latest patient, and then looks around and blinks as she realizes that all the patients here have been or are being tended to* *goes and gets Viisaus and then Chromia* Now lets get these two repaired. Jazz'll have to wait till he hasn't got First Aid attached to him.
Ratchet: *soft snort, will move to help with repairs*
Viisaus: *working optic is bright and focused on Deepdancer* We... have help?
Deepdancer: *quietly* We have help.
Fixer: *over where she's working, low and steady* ...Frag slagging sludge sucking cosmic rust for CPU.....
Chromia: *Statics. Might be laughing*
Deepdancer: Though I have no idea what Blitzwing did to deserve that sort of language.
'Rail: Oh, she's talking 'bout Chinbot.
Ratchet: *snerks*
Solar Flare: Frag! :D
Keepsake: Wasn't me. *earlights blinking as she works*
Eclipse: Still not saving you if Bluestreak chases you. *SnuggaWakeJumper, who is currently shaking and has his head ducked*
Keepsake: *calmly* I'm not afraid of Mom.
Deepdancer: *blinks and looks up, then lets rip herself a bit as she grabs a stasis pod and heads out of the room*
Eclipse: ... *Blink blink*
Fixer: Someone's sparklet just separated.
Eclipse: Oooooh.... *snuggles WakeJumper, before blinkblinking at Sunhalo*
Sunhalo: *wanders in after having gotten away from the adult that had been restraining her. Starts to neaten up the room*
Keepsake: *glances up as the red femme passes, then frowns* Sunhalo?
Sunhalo: *quizzical look and clicks before she resumes her chores*
Fixer: *finishes what she was doing and then walks over to take the head from Muhe and examine it*
Kriti: *is that dark shape that's skittering along the edge of the room and making not-quite-a-beeline for Torque and Moonracer's table*
Red Alert: *glances up from her work and scans that shape*
Kriti: *Is a sparklet. She has an unusual spark that consists of two sets of femme spark code, but aside from that, appears to be rather healthy given the circumstances of this place*
Red Alert: *blinks, and then gravely clicks to the youngster*
Kriti: *peeks over her shoulder to see who is talking to her* *Blink blink, click*
Red Alert: *kindly* What are you looking for, youngling?
Kriti: *points to the table her friends are on, indicating that she intends to join them there*
Red Alert: *scans the couple and then nods* Alright.
Scatters: *will help Kriti onto the table and get a small smile for his efforts*
Keepsake: *over by the dark Scattershot now, working away*
mgShot: *soft static, is trying to ask Keepsake who she is*
Keepsake: Shhh. Just let me get the most important stuff up to spec, and then I'll have a look at your vocaliser.
Wheeljack: *comes over to help with Chromia* Hiya, you look like you could use a hand. ...Or two. And some feet.
Chromia: *Statics with surprise. She knows this guy!*
Wheeljack: What? Do I have somethin' on my face?
Viisaus: *from where he's laying* Wheeljack... It is good to see you...
Wheeljack: Uh.... You know I'm not the local guy, right?
Viisaus: *slight nod* It is still good to see you.
Wheeljack: *optics crease in a grin* Okay. Uh.... *looks over his shoulder as he thinks he catches a cranky sparklet sound*
Solar Flare: *Fussing because he's hungry!*
Wheeljack: I'm kinda busy, Flare. Can you wait a little while? *dumb daddy, yes*
Solar Flare: *FUSS Louder!*
Eclipse: *Winces and moves to get her younger brother*
Kriti: *Hunkering down in a protective crouch over Moonracer and Torque with a low growl as her attention goes to Solar Flare*
Viisaus: *Soothing clicks* Kriti, there is no danger... He's just hungry...
Scatters: *going to break a piece of cookie off of the partial one he's been keeping in subspace, and use it to distract the dark blue sparklet*
Kriti: *Diversion tactic: Successful*
Makeshift: *goes to one of the boxes and grabs a can from it, which he brings over and offers to Eclipse. If she looks at the label she'll see that it's energon and calcien mud, spicy botmado flavored*
Eclipse: Ooo, I don't think he's urked that yet... *will work on feeding her brother now, kthx*
Viisaus: *Attention going that way now, as is Chromia's, and pretty much every other 'bot or 'con in the room who is awake enough and able to move enough*
Bulkhead: *drools and hastily wipes his mouth* What is that?
Makeshift: *gives him a can, and then opens another and finds a spork, which he uses to offer some of the fuel to Viisaus*
Viisaus: *Surprised to find that he's eating energon*
Makeshift: *offers the next sporkful to Chromia, who's laying on the same table with her head in the other direction*
Chromia: *pleased static*
Makeshift: This stuff might give you a bit too much of a charge if you're not used to regular energon supplements, but the minerals and metals are exactly what your self repair needs right now. *another shot for Viisaus*
Viisaus: *quiet chuckle after he finishes the offered bite*
Keepsake: *looks around, and then decides she'll feed some bots too*
Scatters: *Going to take a couple of cans up to the valley so the bots up there can get some fuel*
Keepsake: *pokes the black Scattershot with the spork in her hand*
mgShot: *attention back on Keepsake, raised brow ridge(Or what's left of it)*
Keepsake: *pokes a scoop of botmado mud into his mouth*
mgShot: *surprised and pleased expression is a go*
Keepsake: *grins, and then stuffs some into Lockdown's mouth in passing before feeding Moonracer*
Moonracer: *squeak!*
Kriti: *Blinkblinkheywhut'reyoudoin?* *headtilt*
Keepsake: *gets another scoop and pokes it at Kriti, opening her mouth by way of example as she does so.*
Kriti: *Nom!* *Pleased clickings*
Torque: *Staticky chuckle*
Keepsake: Oh, you're awake too? *feedaTorque!*
Torque: *surprised static at being fed*
Lockdown: *just walked over and looked in that crate. Is now securing his own can and spork*
Viisaus: *blinking a bit as his systems begin to send him into recharge as he processes the good fuel*
Lockdown: *taps him gently and offers him more of it*
Viisaus: *optic flickers for a moment* Yes, Lockdown?
Lockdown: *holds up a sporkful of the mud and moves it in a small, enticing circle. And lo, look, Viisaus, he's smiling*
Viisaus: *Quiet chuckle before he opens his mouth*
Lockdown: *will stay here and feed Viisaus and Chromia till they've had enough*
'Rail: *back, looks around, sees what's going on. Gets cans and goes to bring them 'upstairs' too*
Ratchet: *Finishing up repairs, startles when Eclipse, having finished feeding her younger brother, all but shoves a can of the mud into his hands*
Wheeljack: *happily chatting to his patient, but then sniff sniffs and makes a beeline for the fuel crate* I love Percy ^_^.
Fixer: ...Exhaust for CPU. *goes to check on the Aquabots*
Deluge: *in recharge, is using her brother and sister for pillows*
Downrush: *still looks a bit shaken*
Calypso: *twitching in her recharge*
Fixer: Wheeljack, throw me a can of that sludge.
Wheeljack: *does so without looking*
Lockdown: *ducks* o.0
Fixer: *catches without looking, and then opens the can and waves it at the three bots*
Downrush: *Blink blink, hesitantly reaches for the can*
Deluge: *Soft sound, unshutters her optics*
Calypso: *Huhwhutfuel?*
Fixer: *crisply* Eat slowly. That's energon. *hand up to catch the spork that just got launched her way*
Downrush: *Small nod, is soon sharing the can's contents with his sisters*
Fixer: *rocks back on her heels with a sigh and looks at Ratchet*
Ratchet: *enjoying his meal, even as he goes to check on WakeJumper and talk quietly to the younger mech*
Red Alert: Ratchet, I'm going to check on First Aid. *goes to get some cans of mud and a spork*
Deepdancer: *passes her in the doorway. Has an arm around Mistfire as that femme comes in slowly and a little woozily* Easy. You're nearly there.
Rumrunner: *hover!*
Wheelie: *clinging to Scattershot's back as the mech also hovers protectively nearby*
Ratchet: *Attention on Pink Squad now! Will come over and scan Mistfire*
Mistfire: *blinks and stops walking* Hey, Doc. *smirk*
Ratchet: Here. You need this more than I do. *Will give Mistfire the can of mud*
Muhe: *comes over, followed by the bot whose head he'd been hugging. Hungry big sparklet is hungry*
Mistfire: ...What is it?
Ratchet: Energon and calcien mud.
Mistfire: *sniffs, and then tries to eat right out of the can*
Starscream: *steps through the wall and looks at Deepdancer* I've found out what's fueling Chinbot.
Deepdancer: *looks away from where she'd been starting to reprimand Mistfire* What?
Starscream: *quietly* Angolmois.
Ratchet: *Sharp intake*
Scattershot: *quiet curse in a different language*
Mistfire: *glances at her mate, and then back to Ratchet* Okay, someone pretend that not everybody knows what that is.
Scattershot: It's worse than speedhead.
Deepdancer: *grim* A lot worse.
Ratchet: And a lot worse than what Scattershot got slipped that one time back on Cybertron.
Starscream: *soberly* It also explains why things are so chaotic.
Ratchet: ... *attention firmly on Starscream now*
mgWakeJumper: *Very quiet click from the doorway. He followed Deepdancer since it seemed like Megatron and Beryl needed time to get to know their son*
Mistfire: *quietly, as she shifts the can of mud to her other hand and reaches toward little Wake so that he'll come closer* Like I said. Pretend not everybody knows what you're talking about.
mgWakeJumper: *scoots closer, but stops when he sees another orange and black mech. Then he's scooting in that direction, using some of the people napping on the floor for cover*
Scattershot: I've heard rumors about it being an artificial version of Unicron's life force... I've also heard rumors that it actually is Unicron's life force...
Mistfire: *sucks in air, her optics widening slightly*
Deepdancer: ...So why did those windows open today?
Starscream: Because someone accidentally woke someone else up. *blinks at a sudden flash of light and then stares down at himself dazedly* I... think I just got recalled. *living mech, whut?*
Sunhalo: *pausing over where she was tidying the counter to stare at him*
Ratchet: *scanning Starscream now!*
Starscream: *very alive, but also very run down and still sporting a survivable version of the damage that killed him*
Deepdancer: *calls for Moonshadow over comms, and then quickly sets Mistfire down and nearly runs from the room*
Kriti: *quiet clicks, snuggles Torque and Moonracer*
WakeJumper: *Suddenly has a lapful of bitty alternate!*
Scatters: *Moving to support his mate*
Ratchet: Let's get you repaired... *will move to help Starscream over to where there's room to work*
Starscream: *blinks at him* Yes.... I.... *wobble*
Megatron: //Starscream???//
Starscream: Heh. Knew that was going to... happen. *conk*
Ratchet: *telling WakeJumper to get over here and help!*
mgWakeJumper: *Skitters around to the back of his larger alternate as the mech gets up and moves to follow orders*
Eclipse: *will move to help, after depositing Solar Flare in their father's arms*
Solar Flare: *Urks on Daddy!*
Wheeljack: Okay. That didn't work. *pulls out a cloth and cleans up*
Keepsake: *facepalms and then resumes feeding Torque, Moonracer, and Kriti*
Kriti: *is soon dropping into stasis as her systems process the good fuel*
Torque: *looks to be heading for that same state*
Moonracer: *fighting to stay awake and listen to what the guys by the door are saying* Torky... Starscream's alive!
Deepdancer: *comes back then with a small, pale yellow femme sleeping in her arms* *quietly* So what's the name of the one who's on our side?
Ratchet: *Quietly, as he and svWakeJumper work on repairing Starscream* Primus.
Deepdancer: *starts as she lays Moonshadow in one of the hammocks by the wall* I've heard that name before.
other medibots: *all gathering over by Ratchet as their patients settle safely into stasis*
Fixer: *looking serious instead of cussing*
someone: *guarded ping over a secure Autobot frequency. Or what's a secure Autobot frequency in Ratchet's reality*
Deepdancer: *startles and looks at Ratchet with wary uncertainty in her optics*
Fixer: *growls softly*
Ratchet: *Startles and looks up from his work* What the....
someone: *sends a very familiar ident code, and then speaks* //This is freetrader Cragbuster hailing the planet. Can anyone read me? I repeat, this is freetrader Cragbuster hailing the planet, can anyone read me?//
Ratchet: ....
WakeJumper: ... Oh, great. There's two of him....
Deepdancer: *sharp look* You know him?
Ratchet: The one I know... Is my son...
Deepdancer: .... Then I think I'll leave you to respond to this one.
Ratchet: *pinches the bridge of his nose, takes a deep breath, and sighs* //Freetrader Cragbuster, this is medic Ratchet. I read you.//
Cragbuster: //..... What?//
others: *wincing and turning their volume down*
WakeJumper: *Cringing* Sheeesh.... And I thought our guy could yell....
Ratchet: //I repeat. This is medic Ratchet. I read you, Cragbuster.//
Cragbuster: *sounds stunned, confused, and not a little angry* //Medic Ratchet is dead.//
Ratchet: //Everything will be explained once you've made planetfall, mech.// *Tone leaves no room for argument*
Cragbuster: *very quiet, with a dangerous edge to his voice* //And where do you want me to set down? I'm cloaked, and no one followed me.//
Ratchet: *To Deepdancer* Where's someplace flat he can land?
Deepdancer: *snorts* How big's his ship?
Ratchet: *relays what he recalls from his own son's ship*
Deepdancer: You're sure?
Mistfire: Isn't that our Buster's ship, Doc?
Ratchet: Yeah... I'm sure... *To Mistfire* The local one's found us.
Mistfire: He said he's a trader. Our Buster wasn't. Maybe you should ask him?
Ratchet: *To Cragbuster* //What are the dimensions of your ship?//
Cragbuster: *transmits dimensions that are larger and sleeker than the ship Ratchet knows*
Ratchet: ... *relays those dimensions to Deepdancer, looks a bit brain-broken*
Deepdancer: *another snort* We don't have that kind of space.
Ratchet: //There's not enough room nearby... Do you have a different way to get down here?//
Cragbuster: *sounds terse* //I've no shuttle.//
Ratchet: *looking like he's about had it with this place and its screwy geography* He doesn't have a shuttle... We need someplace where he can land...
Deepdancer: *crisply* We're in the middle of extremely mountainous terrain. The largest patch of flat ground we know of is the floor of our little valley, and at its widest it's only five bots across.
Swindle: *from her place by her mate* People, people! No need to be angry! Why doesn't someone just PINpoint?
Ratchet: ... *Facepalm* //Cragbuster, can your ship maintain an orbit around the planet?//
Eclipse: *Volunteers to go get Cragbuster!*
Cragbuster: //I've got a good orbit. Why?//
Fixer: *is giving Eclipse a sharp look*
Ratchet: //We're working out a way to get you here....What're your coordinates?//
Eclipse: *Shows Fixer all her fun mods that she's got in her hands, in case Cragbuster decides to get fresh with her*
Fixer: *facepalming now and muttering*
Wheeljack: He better not try anythin'.
Cragbuster: *transmits coordinates*
'Rail: You sure you want a pint-sized gal going?
Ratchet: *programming a PINpoint, which then gets ganked by WakeJumper, who is quite insistant that Eclipse stays HERE.*
Eclipse: *looking like she's setting up to argue*
Fixer: *cracks 'Rail upside the head with her cane, and then gives WakeJumper and Eclipse a Look* Let the girl go.
'Rail: *Yelps and crouches, holding his head*
WakeJumper: ... *hands the PINpoint over to Eclipse, who grins and goes*
Fixer: *then uses her cane on WakeJumper* Think with your processor and not your spark, dipstick.
WakeJumper: *Now it's HIS turn to yelp and crouch*
mgWakeJumper: *Clickstorm, scoots off to cling to someone else now!*
Fixer: *softens and tucks her cane under her arm* Sorry, sparklet. I forgot you were there.
Deepdancer: *to her alt* What is your problem, anyway?
Wheeljack: *looks back and forth between the femmes, and takes himself and Flare behind Ratchet*
Ratchet: *guiding Wheeljack and Solar Flare back a few steps*
Fixer: *ignores Deepdancer, is clicking softly to the little WakeJumper*
Deepdancer: *gives her alternate a shrewed look, and then glances around with an impatient sound*
mgWakeJumper: *peeking at Fixer and clicking quietly*
Fixer: *gently* You go ahead back to your alternate, youngling. I won't forget you again.
mgWakeJumper: *will go to Deepdancer instead, since the bigger guy's still crouched... and Megatron's not anywhere nearby for cuddling*
Deepdancer: *picks up her little son and clicks to him gently*
mgWakeJumper: *Quiet clicks, will suck on his thumb a bit*
Fixer: *turns away and orders 'Rail and the Enforcers to go back to Tau*
'Rail: *getting up, nods, goes to get his helpers for the trip back home*
TM: *ditto for the Enforcers*
Mistfire: *watching them, and then looks at her mate*
Scatters: -Maybe we'll be able to go home too...-
Mistfire: -Be nice. I could kinda use some familiar scenery, even if it's just butt ugly old Tau.-
Scatters: *doorwings up* -Think Chromatics'll be available?-
Mistfire: *chuckle* -Why shouldn' he be?-
Scatters: -Might be booked solid fixing people's paint or something...-
'Rail: *to Mistfire and Scattershot* If you two're coming, hurry up.
Mistfire: -He owes us.- *gets up slowly, her hand going out to Wheelie* Let Slugger and 'Runner say bye ta their friends.
Wheelie: *Will move to cling to Mistfire*
mgWakeJumper: *Click?*
Mistfire: *softly to Wheelie* You wanna say g'bye to Jumper, Kriti and Muhe?
Wheelie: *nods*
mgWakeJumper: *Clicks to Muhe*
Mistfire: *gentle squeeze and then lets him go* Go'wan.
Rumrunner: *already moving to give good bye hugs* Thanks for being my friends, guys.
Muhe: *sad and serious expression as he touches Rumrummer's head*
Kriti: *Groggy clicks, nearly topples off of the table in her quest for good-bye cuddles*
Rumrunner: *snug love. Gives Kriti a shy kiss on the cheek*
Kriti: *Snugglesnuggle, quiet purr*
mgWakeJumper: *clickstorm as Wheelie says goodbye*
Rumrunner: *to Kriti* Tell 'Bee bye for me? I'm gonna miss him.
Kriti: *nod, clicks*
Rumrunner: Thanks. *slight grin that wibbles a bit, and then turns to go back to Scattershot and Mistfire*
Muhe: *also touches Wheelie's head*
Wheelie: *Snuggles*
Muhe: *massive handful of copper ore*
Wheelie: *Thanks Muhe before scooting back over to Mistfire and Scattershot*
Mistfire: *as she puts her arms around the littles* Okay, Gorgeous. Try the PINpoint.
Scatters: Right. *hand on Mistfire's shoulder, then he's bringing his family to Tau*
'Rail and his helpers: *Gone!*
Fixer: *snorts and follows her minions home*
Deepdancer: *watches them go, her brow ridges lifting* The window's still open.
Ratchet: *Chuckles softly* Then maybe something happened....
Starscream: *weakly from his table* Primus... is waking.
Wheeljack: *blinks his lights, and then looks down at the sparklet in his arms* Sounds like it's time for me ta get my kids outta here.
Keepsake: *quirks a browridge and frowns, then vanishes in quest of sister*
Wheeljack: ACK!
Infrared: *soft chuckle*
Kriti: *Quietly* Help here. *small smile*
Muhe: *nod nod*
mgWakeJumper: *Blink blink at Kriti*
Deepdancer: *slight start and looks over at Kriti with a smile*
Ratchet: *Raised brow ridge at the little femme, because darnit, she sounds familiar....*
Red Alert: I should also be returning. Don't hesitate to call me if you need further assistance, Ratchet.
Ratchet: Take care, Red Alert.
Red Alert: *brings her team home*
Muhe: *quietly, well knowing the irony of what he's saying* Kriti talked.
mgWakeJumper: *clicks at Muhe*
Deepdancer: *laughing now*
Wheeljack: *did NOT go back with Red Alert. Wants his daughters back!*
Kriti: *going to try and scoot over to Muhe now, wants picked up*
Eclipse: *is back in a PINflash. Isn't alone, and there's heaps of supplies all around her and her companions as well*
Cragbuster: *looks around with a scowl, and then drops his armload of crates as his mouth falls open with shock*
Ratchet: *chuckling and moving to help Eclipse with the supplies, as is WakeJumper*
Eclipse: *looks pleased as punch*
Cragbuster: *hoarsely* What the frozen slag is going on here?
Deepdancer: *quietly* He's an alternate.
WakeJumper: We're just visitors from a different reality...
Solar Flare: Slag! :D
Continued here