hsv and the Nexus, Autobot Base and the Black Dog, New Bonds
Columba: *dodges a flying spoonful of botagetti*
Sideburn: *commentary on the flying nom*
Hot Shot: *yap, arm flail, whee!*
X-Brawn: *boggling at brothers*
Sideswipe: *trying so hard to get Hot Shot interested in eating his fuel instead of throwing it*
Columba: *dodges another spoonful, and then offers the obstreperous sparklet an onion cracker*
Hot Shot: *ooo, nom! Reaches for the cracker with a clickstorm*
Showtime: *entering the room and eliciting happy squeals from Sideburn and X-Brawn, will scoop up the kids who aren't eating before moving to snag Hot Shot, who is in the middle of nomming happily*
Sideswipe: *protests!*
Columba: *startled* Hot Shot's not finished his breakfast.
Showtime: I'll take care of that.
Columba: *uncertainly* Oh...
Showtime: You two go and snuggle. *focused on feeding Hot Shot now*
Columba: *blinks, and then looks at Sideswipe, thinking of waking snuggled in his arms earlier this morning*
Sideswipe: *considering look, wonders what Showtime's up to. Will grab Columba by the waist and cuddle her*
Columba: *softly* I bet Sunstreaker's going to try it again.
Sideswipe: Wouldn't put it past him... *glances at Showtime, hoping that she'll inadvertently give away his brother's plans*
Showtime: *giving away nothing, for once*
Columba: *also looks at her sister* We have to get away. I don't like the closets, or watching Sunstreaker get yelled at or punched by the people who let us out.
Sideswipe: *small nod, will get his PINpoint out* Wanna go sit on the roof and laugh at Skywarp when he gets buzzed by Slingshot?
Columba: Won't Sunstreaker follow us?
Sideswipe: ...Well, shoot... what about the Black Dog?
Columba: *considers carefully, then nods*
Sideswipe: *grin, will bring her to the Black Dog right as Sunstreaker bursts into the room with a burlap bag*
Columba: Eeeek! ...Whooooof. *shivering slightly and hiding her face against Sideswipe's chest*
Sideswipe: *holds her close and gently rubs her back*
Columba: *shaky intake, and then another, before looking up at him again*
Sideswipe: *gentle clicks, and a slightly smug grin on his face* He missed us.
Columba: *sadly* This time.
Sideswipe: *cuddle* We can talk to Optimus or Ratchet about it... *yes, Sideswipe is willing to rat out his brother for this*
Columba: Are you sure that will help? Won't it just make Sunstreaker mad enough to try and block his feelings from you again?
Sideswipe: He won't do that... Showtime'd kick his skid. *because Sideswipe would pester the femme in question until she got on Sunstreaker's case*
Columba: Or tell Flashpoint it was you who put perfume in her shower?
Sideswipe: I'd point out that it was him who slipped the garlic pickle cookie into Air Raid's stash.
Columba: Or tell Red Alert about the time you... *sudden expression of surprise* Red Alert wasn't shouting over the PA system this morning.
Sideswipe: *blink blink* Heeeey, that's right... Wonder if he's feeling okay?
Columba: I wonder if Emerald's alright. *worry*
Sideswipe: Do you want to go check on them?
Columba: *hesitates* ...Call him?
Sideswipe: *small nod, will do so... only to blink at the lack of response from the security mech*
Columba: *sees his expression and feels frightened* Call Optimus.
Sideswipe: *nods and does so* //Optimus, Red's not answering his comms!//
Optimus: *looks up from typing and dangling a foam basketball out of his brother's reach as he leads Rodimus, Springer, Arcee, and Elita One in a charge against a wave of invading centaurs* //...If you need someone to let you out of the closet ask Kup. Red Alert's only in the first day of a new bond.//
Sideswipe: //...// *and then he's relaying that to Columba*
Columba: *hands over mouth and optics wide*
Sideswipe: *orders a box of cinnaSeekers to go, intends to leave it for Red Alert and Emerald*
Optimus: //Sideswipe?//
Sideswipe: //Columba and I are at the 'Dog 'cause Sunny tried to jump us again...//
Optimus: //...// *yes, that's a pointed silence*
Sideswipe: //...What?//
Optimus: //Don't you think it's time you stopped complaining, Sideswipe?//
Sideswipe: *would be giving you a "bhuh?" look if he were in the same room, Optimus* //... What's that supposed to mean?//
Optimus: //I think you know what I mean. Showtime's health has returned. She and Sunstreaker are even taking short patrols and other shifts now. There's no reason for you to complain and act as though you're being deprived of something you want.//
Sideswipe: *look, Columba! Even this derp can get flustered!* *sputters over comms about being ambushed and locked in closets*
Optimus: //Your brother has less subtlety than Ironhide when he's drunk and trying to stop you two from racing in the halls, but he's only trying to give you what you've been complaining about not having.//
Sideswipe: *more sputtering, closes the comm line with a click*
Columba: *looking up at him worriedly*
Sideswipe: *mumbles something about a conspiracy, will cuddle her*
Columba: *reaches small hands up to touch his face, purring softly in hope of comforting him*
Sideswipe: *quietly* Sunny keeps locking us in the closet 'cause he and Show are able to go on shift and patrols....
Columba: *purrs and listens, waiting to understand*
Sideswipe: *mumbles something about bonding and not hurting Showtime now*
Columba: *softly* Bonding?
Sideswipe: *quietly* Only if you want to... Don't wanna force you into things...
Columba: Would I be able to do it? I've never heard of it, where I come from.
Sideswipe: Isn't Emerald from your home reality? If she and Red were able to, we might be able to....
Columba: *surprise* Is that why Red Alert didn't wake everyone up this morning?
Sideswipe: Optimus said he was in the first day of a new bond....
Columba: *soft smile* Emerald will be able to take even better care of him, then.
Sideswipe: Maybe he'll finally start to relax...
Columba: Emerald will be with him now.
Sideswipe: *nod* *cuddle*
Columba: *suddenly stops and blinks and frowns, then looks surprised*
Sideswipe: *blink*
Columba: Sideswipe, we had a way to get out of the closets all the time.
Sideswipe: *small nod* *quietly* Didn't want to force you into it if you didn't want to though....
Columba: *gently* I meant the PINpoint.
Sideswipe: ... Oh. ... *derp*
Columba: *peeks around at the bar crowd and blushes, then stands slightly and shyly offers a kiss*
Sideswipe: *kiss!*
Columba: *sudden start as someone stops by the table and a shadow falls over them*
Sideswipe: *low growl, attention going to the source of the shadow* *blinkblink when he realizes it's just Tarantulas*
Tarantulas: *trying not to snicker as he sets the box of cinnaSeekers on the table* If you two are going to do that, go someplace else.
Sideswipe: Thrrpt.
Columba: *hides her face* Do... do what?
Tarantulas: *chuckle* I know what you two were up to. *heads off to get another table's order*
Sideswipe: *BLUSH*
Columba: *peeks after the waiter/bouncer, and then quickly resumes kissing her word mate*
Sideswipe: *holds onto her so he doesn't go spinning up to the ceiling*
Back at base
Optimus: *watches Sunstreaker fall off the roof and sends Kup and Hot Rod to the Nexus to retrieve the newlyweds*
Seastar: *had been walking beside Silverbolt and Skydive. Meeps as the yellow frontliner nearly hits them*
Silverbolt: *reacts without thinking, will pull Seastar out of harm's way*
Skydive: *skitters out of the way, before he's moving to check on Sunstreaker* ... What happened to him?
Seastar: He can't be zapped already, the sun's barely over the mountains.
Skydive: *frowning* I don't think he's drunk, unless Showtime could kiss him dizzy at a distance... *moving to pick the frontliner up off of the ground* I'm going to take him to Ratchet, and check on Showtime...
Silverbolt: Sideswipe might have something to do with this...
Seastar: *gives the Aerialbot leader a quizzical look*
Silverbolt: If Sunstreaker's this loopy without being drunk... *to Skydive* Remember how out of it we were when 'Raid and Flashpoint bonded?
Skydive: *optics widen* That's right... We weren't able to fly for awhile because of that...
Seastar: That was back when I first got here.
Silverbolt: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe are twins...
Seastar: *chortle* So we don't need to hear Sideswipe whining anymore?
Silverbolt: If he's not completely plastered and sharing the love with Sunstreaker. *slight grin*
Seastar: *pokes the insensate yellow mech*
Sunstreaker: *groggy, very out of it*
Seastar: Yup, he's done.
Skydive: I'll get him to Ratchet, and go find Showtime... *moves to carry Sunstreaker to the med ward*
Seastar: *watches him go, and then chuckles and glances at Silverbolt*
Silverbolt: *quiet sigh* It seems as though more and more couples are bonding...
Seastar: *frowns a bit* That's bad?
Silverbolt: Not at all... I think it's a good thing that we're able to relax enough to do so... *chuckle* It helps that there are also sparklets....
Seastar: *chuckles again* I still can't get over those funny little things.
Silverbolt: I never knew something so little could yell so loud...
Seastar: I did. I worked under Cliffjumper.
Silverbolt: ... *seriously* You have my sympathy.
Seastar: You think he's bad single. You've never met one bonded to a femme so crazy that the 'Cons use her name in their boogy stories.
Silverbolt: ... *looks positively terrified at the idea*
Seastar: She took out the Skywarp of our reality before she was a vorn old.
Silverbolt: *boggling* Wow....
Seastar: *looks up and intakes deeply, testing the air* That's Nova.
Silverbolt: *blink blink* There's a Nova here... but she's the daughter of the Ironhide and Chromia from the reality where Air Raid and some of the others go to fight Decepticons.... She's only a few months old...
Seastar: Yeah, I've seen her with the other little gadgets.
Silverbolt: I think it will be awhile before she's capable of taking on a Decepticon...
Seastar: *thinks about it as she strolls along in the shadow of the old hanger that contains the original part of the base* *and then stops and tilts her head as she registers two tiny forms sitting tucked nearly underneath a flowering bush* ...Isn't that one of the hoodlums?
Silverbolt: *looks* *blink blink* I think that the human is one of Tracks' wards.....
Seastar: *hunkers down to look at the little beings more closely* That's what I said. Hey, the golden one doesn't look like any of the sparklets.
Silverbolt: *small frown* They almost look like Columba....
Seastar: ... *tilts head again* Purrs like her, too. And look how he's holding onto her.
Silverbolt: *concerned* Maybe we should bring them to Ratchet as well...
Seastar: *considers this. Doesn't like the idea of trying to pick up something as tiny and frail as a human being, and so she suddenly dwindles, shifts, and then stands in her organic form for the first time since she's come to this reality* *tucks black hair behind one pointed ear, and then sees if she can't get the two separated*
Silverbolt: *surprised sound*
Seastar: *looks up as she gives up on the separating and just hefts the two together* What's wrong?
Silverbolt: I... I wasn't aware that you could do that....
Seastar: *quiet chuckle* My mom's an organic Transformer. Me and Skyboat and the rest all have a flesh and blood form.
Silverbolt: *surprised, but also intrigued by the idea* Huh....
Seastar: *as she turns toward the nearest entrance* Ever hear of Tlalakans?
Silverbolt: *headshake, moves to follow* I haven't....
Seastar: Huh. *tells him a bit about her mother's people as she lugs Beau and Golda inside*
Silverbolt: *is an attentive listener, though he startles when Ratchet comes around from the other side of the building*
Ratchet: *blink blink*
Seastar: Oh. Hey, Doc. We have more patients for you. *grin*
Ratchet: *small frown, will scan Golda and Beau, concerned that something has happened to them* *soft chuckle* They're exhausted.... They just need someplace quiet and comfortable to rest...
Seastar: *lifts finely arched brows, awaiting instructions*
Ratchet: There's a few throw pillows that are big enough for them to lay on in the rec room.
Seastar: They won't get squished? *not quite so easy around humans as the bots of this reality. She's seen too many broken*
Ratchet: If you set them on an arm of one of the couches, they should be alright.
Seastar: ... They won't fall off?
Ratchet: Beau tends to be a very still sleeper....
Seastar: *doesn't look satisfied* I've seen the riots that go on in there, Doc. Isn't there supposed to be some kind of place here built just for humans?
Ratchet: *considering, and checking data* *slight surprise* Well, there are the human barracks... They've slept there before.....
Seastar: *perk* What're the coordinates?
Ratchet: *relays them*
Seastar: Thanks. *glances down the hall as Roddy complaining echoes faintly down it, then snerks and turns toward the human barracks*
Silverbolt: *gently* Here... I'll carry them... *holding his hand out*
Seastar: *surprised look up at him*
Silverbolt: *gentle clicks*
Seastar: *bit puzzled* Well, if you want to. *carefully lays the pair in his hand, wincing a bit as the motion triggers a small sound and a clinging motion from the young human*
Silverbolt: *soothing clicks for Beau and Golda*
Golda: *unshutters big optics to look at him with slightly frightened bewilderment, though her steady soft purr is uninterrupted*
Beau: *snuggles close to Golda, but doesn't wake*
Silverbolt: *gently* I'm just bringing you two someplace a bit quieter...
Seastar: *resumes her bot form* And more comfortable for the human guy.
Golda: *o.0 at the strapping big bot's seeming sudden appearance, but only nods slightly and gently rubs Beau's back with one slender hand*
Silverbolt: *moving to head for the human barracks*
Seastar: *walks along beside him, clearly visually checking on Beau from time to time* *has a bit of a frown on her very humanoid face*
Beau: *has the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes, but is sleeping deeply*
Seastar: *frowns more deeply as she notices those marks, then very carefully takes a thermal reading of the human*
Beau: *is running a bit warm, but that could be from sleeping outside for a little while*
Seastar: *to Golda* You need to keep an eye on his temperature. It's a bit higher than what's normal.
Golda: *expression of utter surprise as she stares at this big bot and realizes it's a femme*
Silverbolt: *stops outside the barracks, will ponder how to get Beau and Golda into them without waking the human up*
Seastar: *looks at the ceiling of the set of rooms, and then blinks and lifts one of the panels*
Silverbolt: *blink. blink* Oh.
Seastar: *glances at him* Hmm?
Silverbolt: I didn't know the ceiling could be lifted...
Seastar: Oh. *makes sure she didn't just break something by mistake* It's got hinges.
Silverbolt: *a bit sheepishly* This is the first time I've actually been in this part of the base...
Seastar: *slightly rough pat pat on the shoulder as she grins*
Silverbolt: *will gently set Beau and Golda on a free bed*
Golda: *wriggles so that they're laying side by side, thinking that laying on her will be uncomfortable*
Beau: *soft sound and clings to her even more, continues to sleep*
Golda: *soft clicks with her purring, will nuzzle him softly*
Seastar: *tests the temperature of the air conditioned room and compares it to what she knows is comfortable for humans, then carefully pulls up the blanket from the foot of the bunk and covers Beau and Golda. Then she blinks as she straightens and closes the ceiling* The blanket has an Autobadge on it.
Silverbolt: *quietly* It must've come from the Nexus... There's a human there who runs a blanket factory...
Seastar: Ahh. *last scan of the sleeping young human and a frown, and then looks at Silverbolt* Wanna go back outside?
Silverbolt: *nod, offers his arm like he's seen other mechs do*
Seastar: *blinks, and then chuckles and takes the arm* Wah thank y'u, Mr. Bolt.
Silverbolt: *blink blink, will chalk it up to Seastar being herself* *quietly, as he moves to guide her outside* You seem pretty knowledgeable about humans...
Seastar: I know how they run and stuff, and I used to work with them all the time. *shrug*
Silverbolt: You're nervous around them though....
Seastar: *wry expression* The Sea/Sky team works with the coast guard. And we've cleaned up after a few hurricanes, including Katrina.
Silverbolt: *slight headtilt, remembers Katrina, vaguely*
Seastar: *looks away as they pass the visiting Ironhide, and nods to the old mech once she ascertains that he's having a contented and peaceful rest as he sits there with his back to the wall and a sparklet on each knee* *quietly* Katrina left a lot of broken humans laying around.
Silverbolt: *wince, small nod*
Seastar: Skyboat still has nightmares about it. Though they're not as bad now that he and Air Raid've tied the knot.
Silverbolt: *quiet clicks, will gently rub Seastar's back, since that seems like the right thing to do*
Seastar: *slight surprise, but then grins at him, her bright optics quizzical*
Silverbolt: *notices how pretty Seastar is when she grins, slight blush*
Seastar: *grin widens a bit as she senses the heating of his faceplates* *quietly and teasingly* 'R y'u courtin' lil' ol' me, Mr. Bolt?
Silverbolt: *more blush* Er....
Seastar: *pecks him on the cheek as they step back through the side door that they entered by, but then turns her head quizzically as she registers the presence of an unknown mech standing there*
Silverbolt: *looks that way, even as his faceplates heat to an almost visible red*
Starscream: *tall, imposing, of the same G1-ish tech type as Columba and her sisters, and looking at the pair of flyers with stern blue optics*
Silverbolt: *surprises himself by growling and moving to shield Seastar*
Starscream: *calmly, his voice holding a hint of gravel in its shrillness* You people keep stealing my daughters, it seems.
Silverbolt: Nobody stole anyone.
Starscream: Yet there are three here now.
Silverbolt: If they're here, they're here of their own free will. *frowns and alerts Optimus to this Starscream's presence*
Seastar: From what I hear, they ran off because you're a jerk.
Starscream: *chuckles* Yes. That's the exact reason. You mustn't tell anyone anything else. *optics dancing, and that grin holds no malice*
Seastar: *surprised and wary look for the stranger. Doesn't turn as Optimus walks over with Skydive and Slingshot flanking him*
Silverbolt: *warily watching Starscream, and being protective of Seastar*
Skydive: *slight frown as he studies this Starscream, is checking for faction symbols*
Starscream: *studies Optimus and the two brothers, then abruptly barks a question* You flyers, have you got femmes?
Slingshot: *blink blink* What does that have to do with anything?
Starscream: Answer my question.
Slingshot: *shares a puzzled look with Skydive, before deciding to play along with whatever this Starscream's got in mind* No....
Skydive: *headshake*
Starscream: Are you jerks?
Seastar: *chokes a snerk at birth*
Silverbolt: *wings trembling with suppressed laughter, which only gets worse as Slingshot levels a Look at him*
Skydive: Define 'jerk'.
Optimus: *regarding the Starscream with silent astonishment*
Starscream: If I told you you were both uglier than a slaarg's back end, how would you react?
Slingshot: I'd say you need to take a look in a mirror before you go around saying someone's uglier than the north end of a southern-bound slaarg.
Skydive: *hiss* Slingshot, be nice!
Silverbolt: *facepalming muchly*
Optimus: *just elbowed his shortest and most vocal adult son. Rather violently*
Slingshot: *oof*
Starscream: *laughing heartily* Perfect. *walks over and shoves a box into Slingshot's hands* She doesn't want to be a gun. When she wakes up tell her that she ran away so she didn't have to be one. *still chortling as he vanishes with a PIN flash*
Slingshot: *brain broken expression*
Seastar: o.0 ... What the frag slagging frozen pit?
Silverbolt: ... What she said.
Optimus: *scans the box and frowns* Open it, Slingshot. She's in deep stasis.
Slingshot: *carefully opens the box*
box: *contains what appears to be a block of deep red gemstone. One with slow life signs and a spark reading*
Slingshot: .... *completely and utterly brain-broken now*
Skydive: ... Should I call Ratchet?
Optimus: No need. *gently removes the block from the box and does what he's seen his CMO do countless times, then gently gives the sleeping femme back to Slingshot* She'll probably be disoriented. Offer comfort.
Slingshot: *blink blink, hesitantly and gently rubs the femme's back*
block: *slowly unfolds into yet another delicate and spark wrenchingly beautiful little femme, who blinks deep emerald optics and makes small confused sounds as she instinctively clings to the mech who's holding her and looks around fearfully*
Slingshot: *quiet clicks*
Skydive: *keeping a sensor focused on the femme in Slingshot's hands even as he updates Seastar and Silverbolt about why Sunstreaker fell from the roof*
Seastar: *puts her other hand on Silverbolt's arm in order to keep herself stable while she indulges in a silent sniggerfit*
Skydive: And apparently, Showtime was face-down in the bathtub when Perceptor found her...
Seastar: *sniggers die* o.0
red femme: *soft sneeze*
Slingshot: *gently fusses over her*
femme: *softly* Where... Where?
Slingshot: *gently* You're safe..... This is the Autobot Base, outside of Tranquility, Nevada...
Optimus: *voice that deep, kindly rumble that reassures even small squishy things upon first meetings* This is not your native reality, but three of your sisters reside here already. You are welcome to do so as well, if you wish.
femme: *unconscious cuddling of Slingshot as she looks at Optimus, and then at Skydive, Silverbolt, and Seastar*
Seastar: Hey, little sister. It's alright to talk to guys that aren't yours. It happens all the time here.
femme: o.0
Slingshot: *soothing clicks*
Optimus: *gently* What should we call you?
femme: *ducks head* Gar... Garnet.
Slingshot: Pretty....
femme: *peeks up at him, a happy light in those big, oddly coloured optics*
Slingshot: *gently* Do you need fuel? *surprised at how natural and right it feels to hold Garnet*
Garnet: *thinks, then nods cautiously*
Optimus: *hand on Slingshot's shoulder to stop him*
Slingshot: *blinkblink at Optimus*
Optimus: *gravely* Slingshot, do you take the care of this femme upon yourself?
Slingshot: *expression serious, for once* I do.
Optimus: No matter the circumstance? //You realize that she's probably going to be even more needful of protection and care than Columba is?//
Slingshot: *optics very serious* No matter the circumstance. //And I'll be the one to protect her.//
Optimus: //Are you certain? She's not a toy to become tired of.// *expression softens as he looks down at the little femme*
Slingshot: *getting that one look that he gets when he's got his spark set on something* //I'm not Air Raid.//
Optimus: *slight nod* Garnet, do you take the care of this mech upon yourself?
Garnet: *trembling. Voice nearly too soft for a human to hear* I... I'm not a gun. I... I... I can't.
Slingshot: *quietly* You don't have to be a gun if you don't want to, Garnet. There are lots of other options.
Garnet: *blinking tears and looking down, but sucks in a hopeful breath at those words* I... I want... want to take care... with my whole spark.
Optimus: *gentle smile, then startles as Seastar speaks up*
Seastar: *a bit wide-opticked at how skittish the little red femme is. But very serious* I witness that.
Silverbolt: As do I.
Skydive: *nods* I witness it as well.
Optimus: *blinks* //Elita... I just inadvertently married Slingshot to a mate.//
Elita: //...How the....//
Optimus: *databursts her the record of the happenings*
Elita: //...// *boggling* //He... but...// *brain-broken*
Optimus: //Indeed.// *sounds and feels a little worried*
Elita: //And Slingshot's being serious?!//
Optimus: *shows her Slingshot's face*
Garnet: *face hidden against Slingshot's chest, and there is the soft, characteristic purr*
Slingshot: *very gentle as he cuddles Garnet and offers to show her around after going for fuel*
Elita: *completely and utterly floored*
Optimus: *also shares a clip of the femme's delivery*
Elita: //...That's the Starscream that created Columba, Emerald and Golda?//
Optimus: *as Slingshot wanders off, still murmuring softly* //So Silverbolt assures me.//
Elita: //He's... Not quite what I was expecting...//
Optimus: //Nor I. I have a strong suspicion that he is far from what he seems at first glance.//
Elita: //Yeah...// *still brain-broken about the fact that Slingshot, of all mechs, is behaving like a responsible adult*
Optimus: //I also suspect that Emerald and Golda's arrival here was not as random as we first assumed.//
Elita: //...You believe he planned for them to be found by someone from our reality....//
Optimus: //I suspect it strongly.//
Elita: //How did he find out about us though?//
Optimus: //That is something I need to find out. After this meeting with the human military leaders.// *nods to the three flyers and then turns and strides back toward the front of the hanger*
Elita: //Alright... Ack! Diehard!// *guess who just got poked in a ticklish spot!*
Seastar: *watches Optimus go, and then looks at Skydive* What the slag? The nice guy gets the short end of the stick?
Skydive: *shrug* I'm sure there's someone out there for me... It's probably not time for us to meet yet.
Seastar: Hrrrm. But rewarding somebody for being a jerkaft?
Skydive: Slingshot can be a glitch sometimes, but when he wants to be a good guy, he's not half-bad at it.
Silverbolt: *nods in agreement with Skydive* He's going to put everything into protecting Garnet... which means he's going to be a holy terror to anyone who upsets her.... *soft groan*
Seastar: *pause* Oh great, and she looks like a terminal wimp.
Silverbolt: *pinching the bridge of his nose*
Skydive: You never know... She could surprise us all... Sideswipe once told me about how Columba surprised him the day they met...
Seastar: *quizzical look*
Skydive: You've never seen her alt-mode, have you?
Seastar: It's... some kind of gun?
Skydive: *nod* And Sideswipe hadn't been expecting her to have such an alt-mode.
Seastar: Yeah, but Garnet doesn't want to be a gun. I think she's too scared.
Skydive: Well, like Slingshot told her, there are other options...
Seastar: Yeah. *looks in the direction that Slingshot went, and then looks up and perks* Hey... dark clouds. Anybody want to go flying? Maybe we'll get a storm!
Silverbolt: *shares a look with Skydive, before he's smiling* Sure.
Skydive: Thanks, but I'm going to go and cover the monitor shift that Showtime was supposed to do... *small smile. Likes monitor duty, oddly enough*
Seastar: Okay. See you, 'Dive. *grins and then goes racing out of the shadow of the base to leap into the air and transform*
Silverbolt: *goes at a run and transforms mid stride, kicking up sand as he takes off*
Seastar: *happy whoop as the wind picks up and she turns her face into it*
Silverbolt: *circles around and faces the wind, taking care not to get too far above the ground. Even after this long, he's still uneasy at high altitudes*
Slingshot: *listens to one brother's joy, another's quiet contentment, and a third's protective worry, then puts a hand over his cockpit where a little femme purrs softly and nibbles a cinnaSeeker. Quiet smile as he goes to sit in the rec room and listen to Cho's classical music by Petra*
((co-written with random_xtras))