Nexus and HSV, Near the Sign and Autobot HQ, Suddenly: Babies
Ophi: *really didn't want to go to the Nexus today, since she's worried about Starscream, who was laying on a berth in the quarantine room. Yeah, Fireflight and Archie are good company, but she still feels she should be there for the Seeker*
Allen: *gently reassuring his wife that Starscream will be alright, and that Ratchet is there, keeping an optic on things*
Dreadnought: *passes over, giving an amiable nod as he goes*
Allen: *quick nod to the passing mech*
Ophi: *moves a bit closer to her husband, before something catches her eye* Heeey, a Polaroid camera!
Allen: Huh? Where?
Ophi: *points* [There. It's one of the old types, too!]
random guy: ...Are you running around in your freaking alltogether?
centaur: No. I've got an image inducer on to blur out stuff.
guy: ...Oh.
Ophi: *looks toward the random guy and the centaur* ... *soft snerk*
Allen: *slight cough, though he is grinning slightly. Will move to investigate the camera before encouraging Ophi to pose*
centaur: *watches the guy go, and then turns his head as he notices Allen* Hey, watch it, that thing's... *winces as Allen presses the button*
Ophi: *startled curse in Spanish*
centaur: *hurries toward her* It's an LOL!
Allen: *echoes Ophi's curse and hurries over to his wife's side, before he's boggling*
Ophi: *wincing as her belly swells, grabs Allen's arm in a death grip*
centaur: *dark eyes wide and fur now standing up with dismay* Oh no...
Allen: *biting his lower lip in between soft curses as he tries to help Ophi to her feet*
Ophi: *whimpers and begins to sweat slightly* Allen... [The baby...]
centaur: Do you need help? *anxious and worried*
Allen: I have to get her to our doctor... *worry worry, fumbling for his PINpoint*
centaur: Okay. *trembling a little* *to Ophi* I hope your little one's alright.
Ophi: *manages a small nod before she's wincing again*
Allen: *PINpoint managed, will bring Ophi to the med ward back home and shout for a medic*
Ratchet: *hurries in from checking on Starscream* Allen, what- *and then he's boggling and scanning Ophi. Lets out a surprised blurt of static out loud and unintentionally over comms, before he's moving to get a hospital gown and having Allen help Ophi get her clothes changed*
Fireflight: *in the door of the quarantine room, his optics wide as he clutches Archie* What's the matter with Ophi?
Allen: *quietly, as he smooths Ophi's hair* She got LOL'd... Because I took her picture... *blaming himself, yes*
Ophi: *deep breaths, or is trying at that*
Fireflight: Is she hurt? *voice wobbly*
Starscream: *tenses up at the thought, and then gives a choked cry as pain lances through her chest*
Ratchet: *quietly* She's in labor... *looks up when he hears Starscream*
Fireflight: *scared look as his gaze goes from Ophi to Starscream*
Starscream: *cries out again, calling for her mate over their bond*
Skyfire: *hurrying back. Was playing with Backwing in the evening sun*
Ratchet: *putting a call through to Dr. McCoy once Skyfire arrives in the med ward*
Allen: *holding Ophi's hand now, is also smoothing her forehead*
Hank: *from where he's sitting and watching Dixie try to interact with Tracks* McCoy here.
Ratchet: //We've got a bit of a situation here... Ophi got LOL'd with something that sped time up for her... and now she's in labor, as is Starscream.// *worried, yes*
Hank: //I'm on my way!// *soon appears with a PIN flash!*
Ophi: *is in the hospital bed, has Allen's hand in a tight and painful-looking grip*
Allen: *looks to be on the verge of passing out*
Ratchet: *tells Hank what his scans found, namely that Ophi's daughter will be arriving possibly within the next half hour* *will hurry to grab the two Seeklet protoforms that WakeJumper got from the Nexus, before he's hurrying to tend to Starscream*
Hank: *frowns at the hospital bed* Well this won't do at all.
Ophi: *wincing and murmuring something in Spanish that's best left unprinted*
Hank: *PINs away. Comes back with state of the art birthing chair* This will make the experience much more comfortable.
Allen: *small nod, moves to carefully lift Ophi and help her stay steady*
Starscream: *this cry is a full blown screech of agony*
Hank: *glances up* Oh dear... Ratchet, is all well?
Ratchet: Nothing I haven't dealt with before. *sounds a bit less nervous than he was earlier. Delivering Cybertronian babies is something he can cope with. Human babies? Not so much*
Skyfire: *soothing words and praises for Starscream, is gently smoothing her helm*
Ophi: *biting her lower lip, is trying not to think about the-* Owww! *whimper*
Hank: *very gently presses on a pressure point on Ophi* *softly* How is that, Mrs. Walker?
Ophi: *manages a small nod, deep breaths*
Allen: *trying to keep the edges of his field of view from greying out*
Hank: *sets up a bandage and a marble to apply continuous pressure to the point, and then goes and grabs the reclining chair before snagging Allen and dumping him into it*
Starscream: *stifled screech as she tries not to be so loud* *softly* Ophi? Skyfire... how's... *more screech*
Skyfire: *very quick scoot to check on the human woman* *back to smooth Starscream's helm* *quietly* I don't think we'll have too much longer to wait until your niece is greeting the world...
Starscream: *circulating air rapidly with distress, her optics nearly white* [G... good] Eehhaaaaggghhh!
Fireflight: *bites his lip and makes a sound of distress as he watches Starscream shudder*
Waltz: *peeks into the quarantine room worriedly* Ratchet?
Ratchet: *trying to see if one of the twins is trying to go behind Starscream's spark* *calmly* Everything is alright... *is in familiar territory, will offer Starscream a pain override*
Skyfire: *slight frown* Pain overrides don't really work well for spark pain....
Hank: *from the other room* Well, hello, Miss Walker. You're not going to cry?
Starscream: *optics widen*
Waltz: *turns and looks* Oh! Ophi's baby is born already!
Skyfire: *optics sparkling as a small smile comes to his face*
Ophi: *tiredly insisting that she needs to check on Starscream*
Miracle: *food now? Hey, food now? Fine, she'll pee on the doctor*
Hank: *startled sound!*
Starscream: *starts to smile, but then winds up arching her back and nearly fritzing out with the force of her yell as it feels like her chest is torn apart*
Fireflight: *starts to cry*
Ratchet: *moving to try and disable pain sensors in Starscream's chest, will also try and convince the twins that separating from their mother's spark is a good idea*
Starfire: *is trying! That last big yell was him giving a wrench!*
Hank: *has Ophi in his arms as he comes into the room* Ratchet [is aught amiss?]
Ratchet: *as he gently feeds the mech spark small amounts of energy* They're trying to separate... *doesn't sound worried*
Ophi: *holding Miracle close as the newborn eats* *worry is mixed with exhaustion in her expression*
Stormfire: *big wrench, causing another cry from her mother*
Hank: *eyes widen just slightly behind his spectacles* My stars and garters...
Ophi: *soft, worried sound*
Waltz: Are they behind her spark, Ratchet? *worried and hugging the softly crying Fireflight*
Ratchet: No... They're just very crowded.... *soothing sounds, will gently feed Stormfire small amounts of energy as well*
Skyfire: *gently giving Starscream a neck and shoulder massage*
Starscream: *soft groaning, but then her systems sputter as her spark flickers under the strain of the twins' struggle to free themselves*
Ratchet: *focusing on trying to get one of the twins separated so there's more room*
Ophi: *soft encouragements in Spanish*
Starscream: *faintly, as her optic shutters fall closed* Who... who's singing?
Ratchet: Waltz, get one of the spark pots. *trying to keep Starscream stable, and trying to get the twins to separate at the same time*
Waltz: *hurries and brings in the requested item, already switched on and running. Sets it by her CO and then awaits further instruction*
Skyfire: *quietly* You'll have to crack her spark chamber to get them out safely.
Hank: *just got himself, Ophi, and Miracle up onto the table by the berth. Is now hunkering and holding the new mother so that she can see what's happening*
Ratchet: *not looking forward to having to crack Starscream's spark chamber* *quietly explaining what he needs from Waltz*
Ophi: *worried about her sister, is watching with a deep frown*
Miracle: *fell asleep while drinking*
Starscream: *turns her head as Waltz hurries out of the room, her optic shutters rising but her gaze unfocused* *faint whisper as her feelings whisper good bye over her bond* Skyfire... sit... down.
Skyfire: *armor rattling softly, moves to kneel*
Ratchet: *working to get Starscream stabilized enough to transfer*
Starscream: *and then her spark is gone, leaving two newsparks who are larger than thought and who are now pulsing with angry distress as they float free and rise toward the ceiling*
Hank: *mouth fallen open*
Waltz: *offering Ratchet jumper cables even as she covers her other hand with crackles of energy to try and attract the sparklets*
Ratchet: *works to jumpstart Starscream, even as Skyfire tips over sideways*
Ophi: *pale, is praying quietly*
Waltz: *steps over fallen Skyfire and Fireflight as she gasps softly with surprise at the prompt descent of the twins and the sight of them sitting snuggled in her grasp*
Ratchet: *distractedly* Get them into their shells... *is still working on jumpstarting Starscream*
Waltz: *softly, as she listens to the newsparks* They're not ready yet.
Starscream: *jolts, and then is sputtering and sparking in her spark chamber*
Ratchet: *getting a spark booster out of subspace and installing it*
Starscream: *groans and mutters, then coughs*
Ratchet: *soothingly* Easy... You'll be alright, Starscream.
Skyfire: *soft sound, is cycling air where he fell*
Fireflight: *crying softly, though now it's with thankfulness. Can't move yet, though*
Starscream: *coughs again* //Going to purge!//
Hank: Ack! *will shield Ophi and Miracle*
Ratchet: *will get Starscream turned onto her side, with a bucket at the ready*
Starscream: *tank empties* *goes into a coughing fit*
Skyfire: *soft whimper*
Ratchet: *scanning Starscream, will do all he can to ease her discomfort*
Starscream: *tank empty, she curls up and whimpers, wanting nothing more than to be close to her family and to sleep. Is barely conscious due to the stress she's been through*
Waltz: *offers Ratchet a bud blocker*
Ratchet: *nods to Waltz and moves to install the bud blocker as well*
Hank: *quietly, as he turns back so that Ophi can see* What is that?
Ratchet: A bud blocker... It is similar to an internal birth control device in humans. *glances over to check on the twins, soft chuckle as he sees them still sitting on Waltz's hand and snacking on energy*
Hank: *brows quirk as he too checks on the newborns and sees the tiny lightenings shooting around the surface of the female spark* You feel that to be needful?
Ratchet: I believe it would be a preferable alternative to a repeat of this birth at a later date.
Hank: *winces* You feel that such an occurrence is likely, then.
Ratchet: *nods* It seems that in this reality the younger mothers, and those with newer bonds, are the ones that tend to bud most often... *thinking of a certain talkative orange and black femme now, and hoping to himself that she and those with her are safe*
Hank: *looks over at the newsparks again* Am I correct in assuming that this birth has been abnormal?
Waltz: *puts Stormfire in the pot*
Stormfire: *comes out*
Waltz: *puts her back in*
Stormfire: *comes out*
Ratchet: *nods* Considering how overdue these two are? Abnormal is an understatement. *blinkblink as he watches Stormfire*
Skyfire: *trying to get to his feet so he can cuddle his mate*
Starfire: *also comes right back out when put in the pot, pulsing with unhappy little spurts*
Waltz: *big sigh and looks to Ratchet*
Ratchet: I think... we should put them into their shells...
Waltz: ...Will they fit?
Ratchet: *glances at the Seeklet shells* They should...
Waltz: *looks from one full hand to the other, and then to the shells* ... :\
Fireflight: *tries to climb the leg of the berth*
Ratchet: *slight frown, moves to help Fireflight, running ideas over in his head* We might have to make a quick Nexus run for youngling shells...
Waltz: *surprised* Really?
Hank: ...What of sparklet shells of a size like Miss Hope's? *looks down and is bemused to find that Miracle is sleeping with her tongue stuck out and a handful of her own hair*
Ratchet: Are there Seeker shells of that size?
Hank: There are Seeker infants in other realities, are there not?
Starfire: *sad sad in spark pot*
Stormfire: *heading for the ceiling*
Waltz: >_>
Ratchet: True... *makes sure Fireflight isn't going to fall, moves to lure Stormfire back down*
Stormfire: *comes to see him. Angry angry! But still curious*
Fireflight: *soft clicks for Starscream, who has passed out with exhaustion*
Skyfire: *nuzzling Starscream's helm*
Ratchet: *soft clicks as he offers Stormfire small amounts of energy*
Ophi: *trying to stay awake* *knows Allen will be alright in the reclining chair, is going to worry about her sister for now*
Hank: *watches the newspark settle in Ratchet's hand* So what art thou planning, brother physician?
Ratchet: I'll send someone to get two Seeker shells similar in size to Hope. *continues to tend to the newspark in his hand, even as he scans Starscream*
Starscream: *steady, though weak. Deep in stasis*
Hank: *watching Fireflight and Skyfire* *quietly* Methinks our lady patient needs to be on a somewhat larger resting platform*
Wheeljack: *peeks in* o.0 Hey, Ratch? What's up?
Ratchet: *to Wheeljack* We've had an interesting day... And it seems the protoforms we got for Starscream and Skyfire's children are too small....
Ophi: *just conked out, didn't mean to fall asleep*
Wheeljack: ...Too small. Wait. *optics widen as he sees the little light sitting on Ratchet's hand* Who's that?
Ratchet: One of the children.
Wheeljack: *slips into the room and points the supposed missing fancy scanner at the young spark, then whistles softly*
Ratchet: *raised brow ridge*
Miracle: *quiet little chuckle as she sleeps*
Wheeljack: *turns the scanner toward Starscream's chest, and then toward the spark pot* *more low whistle*
Ratchet: You see why we need larger shells?
Wheeljack: ...I see some 'a the same stuff I saw when I scanned Nightwish's spark awhile back.
Ratchet: ... *blink blink*
Wheeljack: *shows Ratchet the scanner readout*
Ratchet: *boggling now*
Hank: Ratchet? What's amiss?
Ratchet: *explains what the readout is showing, sounding completely and utterly floored*
Hank: ...But if our young mother be indestructible, how then did she come to die in her original reality?
Wheeljack: 'N why didn't she pass this on ta Backwing? I've seen her spark scans, 'n they're normal.
Ratchet: I'm... not certain....
Skyfire: *quietly* It may be the reality itself....
Fireflight: *softly* Maybe she just finished growing up the rest of the way? *sounds dazed and looks like he'll be returning to the floor soon*
Ratchet: *considers this, even as he moves to support Fireflight with one hand*
Waltz: *quiet throat clearing sound* Um... shouldn't we take care of the sparklets first before we start trying to figure stuff out?
Ratchet: *blink blink, nods* Yes... Wheeljack, would you be willing to go to the Nexus and purchase two Seeklet protoforms of *names the size*
Wheeljack: *blinks* Sure. Be back in a flash. *turns and scoots out of the room, exposing the fact that his youngest is riding in a sling on his back* Just lemme drop Silverstreak off!
Silverstreak: *can see peoples! Yaps about it as Daddy moves to see Mommy*
Hank: ...He just absconded once more with thine scanner, Ratchet.
Ratchet: I'll get it back later.
Hank: *checks on Ophi and Miracle* How many laters will this be, then?
Ratchet: When I give Silverstreak his checkup tomorrow.
Hank: Ahhh. *snerk*
Ratchet: *slight pause* Actually... Perceptor has it now... Bluestreak got the scanner from Wheeljack...
Hank: *turns his head as he hears the approach of rapid, light footsteps*
Perceptor: *hurrying into the med ward, pauses when he sees Allen in the reclining chair* Oh dear...
Ratchet: We're in the quarantine room, Perceptor.
Stormfire: *sneeze-like little poof, and heads skyward again*
Waltz: Meep!
Ratchet: *quick to catch Stormfire*
Stormfire: *has a mad!*
Fireflight: ...Really need to lay down. *sounds kind of lost, and his expression is going blank*
Ratchet: *gentle clicks* *to Stormfire* It won't be too much longer until you're in your shell and can express yourself properly.
Perceptor: *moves to help Fireflight, fussing quietly all the while*
Fireflight: *as Stormfire lets off infantile lightening flashes of rage* *softly* Starscream's not feeling good... Neither is Skyfire. Uhhh. Um. I think Silverbolt just ran into something.
Ratchet: ... I'm almost afraid to ask, but what did Silverbolt run into?
Fireflight: *as his knees give out* The ground.
Ratchet: .... *comms the Aerialbot leader* *will also comm Wheeljack and find out the inventor's ETA*
Seastar: //'Bolt's a little busy right now, sir.// *sound of a grunt*
Ratchet: //Get him someplace quiet. If you need to tape him to his berth, there's a stash of duct tape that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe hid behind the fire extinguisher at *names the coordinates of that particular fire extinguisher*// *knows he's not supposed to know about the stash*
Seastar: //I don't think he was awake when he hit. He sure isn't now. And right now I'm just prying him out of this new... oh hey. Didn't we need a new source of water?//
Wheeljack: *appears, a Starscream colour protoform under one arm, and a dark purple one under the other* Heh. Thanks for the wish, TC. Uh... now what's wrong, Ratch? *uncertain look toward the CMO*
Ratchet: Silverbolt imitated a divining rod.
Ophi: *soft murmur, doesn't actually say anything this time* *is still very much asleep, as is Miracle*
Wheeljack: Uh... whut?
Ratchet: He crashed into the ground, and found water.
Wheeljack: *snerk* Wow. Hey, look what I got! *holding up the two little protoforms as he steps forward, his earfins flashing happily*
Perceptor: *trying to keep Fireflight from toppling over, is gently fussing over the winged youth*
Ratchet: *nod of approval* Let's get these two put into their shells so everyone can go back to their family quarters.
Stormfire: *mad mad mad maaaaad!*
Waltz: *over by the sparkpot to get Starfire ready*
Starfire: *perks as he feels himself being moved, curious pulsings!*
Ratchet: *soothing clicks, moves to install Stormfire into the purple protoform*
Stormfire: *yelling the moment she figures out the controls, and that little face is the splitting image of her mother's. Is a Seeklet through and through construction-wise*
Starscream: *soft sound and struggles to wake*
Ratchet: *soothing sounds, will move to transfer the Seeklet to the table her mother is on*
Skyfire: *reaches to gently smooth the little femme's helm, clicking softly*
Starscream: *slight whimper, but calms as she feels her little one beside her*
Stormfire: *giving Daddy the stink eye*
Wheeljack: D'awwww. ^_^
Skyfire: *very soft chuckle* Hello there...
Ratchet: *moves to help get the remaining twin into his shell*
Waltz: *surprised laughter as she opens the sparkpot and Starfire seems to peek out with great caution*
Ratchet: *offers small amounts of energy to the newspark*
Starfire: *hmmm? Taste taste. Sad all gone, happy little spark*
Ratchet: *will gently guide Starfire to the waiting protoform* *or try*
Wheeljack: ...He's not followin' ya, Ratch.
Skyfire: *glances that way, worried*
Starfire: *tumbles out of the spark pot as Waltz tips it onto its side. Agitated pulsing, what's happening??*
Waltz: Oh dear. *wibble*
Ratchet: *soothing clicks for both Starfire and Waltz* *will try to show Starfire where he needs to go*
Starfire: *will need picking up. He thought he was where he was supposed to be, though it was lonely and he didn't like it*
Ratchet: *will gently lift the newspark and carry him to the waiting protoform* *soothing clicks all the while*
Starfire: *seems to peek over the edges of the medic's hands, but makes no effort to escape*
Ratchet: *will gently install him in the waiting spark chamber*
Starfire: *features quickly take shape, and then big blue optics appear from under their shutters* *quiet, quizzical clicks follow as he gazes up at Ratchet*
Ratchet: *soft clicks as he gently closes the covering of the Seeklet's spark chamber and chest armor, then brings the newborn over to the table where the rest of his family is*
Starfire: *gives Skyfire a very quizzical look even as he snuggles against his scowling and hiccuping sister*
Skyfire: *small smile, gentle clicks, will smooth Starfire's helm as well*
Ratchet: *goes to get Allen*
Wheeljack: *notices Perceptor getting squished by a now unconscious Fireflight and rescues him*
Hank: *just watching all this and keeping Ophi and Miracle up on the table where they'll be out from underfoot*
Perceptor: *just a bit flatter than he was earlier, but doesn't seem too fazed by that* *moves to put the fancy scanner where Ratchet will find it when he needs it next* *will return with blankets* *to Ratchet, as the medic follows with Allen in hand* It seems highly likely, though I would like to do additional research via the Nexus....
Wheeljack: Hey... we're gonna need a bigger berth, guys. Skyfire ain't gonna fit by Starscream. *settling Fireflight on the floor by the wall*
Ratchet: Bring Fireflight over. We'll get them back to their family quarters.
Wheeljack: *sighs* I really miss that orange glitchhead right now. And where the frag's 'Aid?
Waltz: *big eyes at the swearing*
Ratchet: He's on medical leave for the time being. *tone allows NO room for discussion or argument* And mind your language.
Wheeljack: *pings the two resident adult Seekers* //Guys... you wanna see Starscream's sparklets?//
Thundercracker: //How is Starscream doing?//
Skywarp: //Sure!//
Wheeljack: //She and the guys need ta be carried home. That's part'a why I'm callin' the two 'a yous.//
Ratchet: *will offer a hand to Hank* The sooner we get Ophi and Starscream tucked, in, the better.
Wheeljack: Whoa, whoa! Ratch, are you nuts? Are you thinkin' 'a usin' your PINpoint?
Ratchet: The less they're jostled, the better, Wheeljack.
Wheeljack: *points to the scowling femmelet* Remember how she kin scream? Let 'er meet 'er uncles.
Skywarp: *grabbed Thundercracker and warped into the med ward*
Thundercracker: *is that soft clang. Still hates teleporting without a PINpoint*
Waltz: *looks into the main room, then goes to meet them* Shhhh. Stormfire's upset.
Thundercracker: *getting to his feet now* Blame 'Warp... *looks a bit ill*
Skywarp: *scoots to the door to peek*
Wheeljack: *over talking to a weakly moving and dazedly murmuring Fireflight*
Starscream: *deeply in stasis as her spark booster's ready light blinks softly*
Starfire: *clicking to Daddy*
Stormfire: *POUT*
Skywarp: *scoots into the room quietly, clicking softly*
Thundercracker: *moving slower, but just as quietly*
Ratchet: *gives Skywarp a warning look*
Skywarp: *sticks his glossa out at the medic, before clicking softly to the newly-arrived Seeklets*
Skyfire: *small smile, will nuzzle Starscream's helm and quietly tell her that Skywarp and Thundercracker are here*
Fireflight: *faintly* I'm... not sure she likes those guys...
Skywarp: *puzzled look for Fireflight*
Stormfire: *optics go BIG as she catches sight of the strangers*
Thundercracker: *quiet clicks*
Wheeljack: Well if she doesn't then it's time she smartens up. Hey, guys, which one of you wants to grab 'Flight here?
Thundercracker: I've got him... *moves to lift the Aerialbot*
Fireflight: *murmuring too softly to hear, but the poor kid's rambling*
Wheeljack: *finds Archie kicked under the berth and pulls him out*
Thundercracker: *soothing clicks, glances at Archie* Here... *moves to bring Fireflight over so Archie can be tucked in with him*
Wheeljack: *carefully tucks the toy in the crook of Fireflight's arm* Heh. When're you gonna grow outta dolls, 'Flight?
Fireflight: *face turned toward TC, didn't really hear Wheeljack*
Thundercracker: *soft clicks, will wait for directions or someone to lead the way*
Skywarp: *simply* He wouldn't be Fireflight if he did.
Wheeljack: *looks at Skywarp. Looks at Fireflight* Heh...
Hank: How steady art thou, Skyfire?
Skyfire: *quietly* I think I can make it back to quarters...
Skywarp: So I carry Screamer and the sparklets? *sooo pleased*
Skyfire: *frowns slightly, wants to carry his mate and offspring*
Skywarp: *gonna try to gently move the wobbly new father to one side...* You can't even stay upright, mech.
Skyfire: *stumbles slightly as he's nudged to one side*
Wheeljack: Hey hey, careful, ya mook.
Stormfire: *SCOWL*
Starfire: *worried look for Daddy. Reaches for him, clicking his soft clicks*
Skyfire: *softly* I'll be alright... *doing his best to stay upright, will reach for Starfire*
Starfire: Alright. *goes to Daddy*
Skyfire: *soft clicks as he cuddles the Seeklet*
Skywarp: *half stooped to scoop up Starscream and babbies, is paused as he considers this desertion*
Wheeljack: *gets his leg high enough to boot Skywarp lightly in the rear* C'mon, c'mon!
Skywarp: *dark scowl at Wheeljack for the boot* *is a bit jealous that he doesn't get to hold both babbies*
Ratchet: *will carry the Walker family then. Holds his hand out to Hank* Here...
Hank: *carefully handing Ophi and Miracle over as he chuckles at the interaction between Skywarp and Wheeljack*
Ratchet: *will move to lead the way to Starscream's family's quarters*
Starscream: *shudders slightly and moves her head* What...?
Skywarp: Easy... We're gettin' ya back to your quarters with your family.
Starscream: *unshutters weary optics to look up at him blankly*
Skywarp: *having a bit of a silent glee at getting to hold at least one of the babbies*
Starscream: *and then startles as Stormfire suddenly sneezes loudly*
Stormfire: *YELLS*
Starscream: 0.0
Skyfire: *blink blink* Heeeey now...
Thundercracker: *clicks worriedly*
Skywarp: *gonna try clicking and making funny faces*
Starscream: *wince* Let's... just... go.
Stormfire: *quiet voice, buh? Tilts head up to look at Mama*
Skywarp: *nod nod, will move to follow Ratchet*
Thundercracker: *waits for Skyfire to go before he's following the tall flier out of the med ward*
Hank: *soon overlooking the installation of Starscream on her own comfortable berth from a perch on the wall. He's surprised, however, when he sees Thundercracker move to add Fireflight* ... *looks at Ratchet*
Ratchet: *quietly* Fireflight's got a sibling bond with Starscream.
Hank: But do siblings not usually have their own abodes?
Ratchet: Not always... The rest of the Aerialbots, aside from Air Raid, share quarters. Air Raid lives with his mate.
Wheeljack: Look, get your squishy brain outta the gutter. 'Flight's special. Leave 'im alone. *looks to Skywarp and Thundercracker to back him up on this*
Skywarp: *nod* Fireflight's Starscream's.
Hank: ...I meant no slight. But I confess myself confused.
Starscream: *has Fireflight, has two babies... where is other baby and mate? Moves slightly, frowning*
Skyfire: *moving to lay down next to Starscream, will get Backwing and her blanket nest out of his cockpit*
Backwing: *chirps and wriggles, and then goes stock still with surprise as she sees the two newcomers laying on Mama. Clickstorm!*
Ratchet: Fireflight is part of Starscream's working triad. Teammates often bunk together.
Hank: I can see that I must hi me forth and study further, as I am not so learned in the ways of your people as I thought. *rubbing his chin as he frowns*
Starscream: *has family. Is content*
Ratchet: *as Thundercracker and Skywarp move to get comfortable* Seekers are also amongst the most social of Cybertronian subtypes.
Skywarp: *letting Airwolf and Sunhalo know where he is, and that he has noooo intention of moving*
Hank: *watching the bringing in of a chair and the comfortable sprawling on the floor with interest* Ahhh, and I admit to being unable to find much on the subject of Seekers. *leaps over to land on Ratchet's shoulder*
Ratchet: *quietly* And since Ophelia is also part of Starscream's family, she and hers will be protected as fiercely as Starscream, Stormfire, Starfire, Backwing, Fireflight, and Skyfire.
Wheeljack: *now looking up and back as Sunhalo looks down at him*
Sunhalo: *Desinex wouldn't share Windshard. But she, 'Halo is here, with an Airwolf on her back*
Hank: They sound nearly instinctual. *notes the wordless exchange by the door*
Skywarp: *soft trill, will pat the floor and indicate that there's plenty of room*
Sunhalo: *looks around. Softly* Where's Aunt Ophi?
Thundercracker: *quietly* Resting on her bed... *nods towards the garage door, which is open*
Sunhalo: *looks over and frowns* Shouldn't she be here? She has Miracle, right?
Hank: *watching this in intent silence*
Thundercracker: *gives Ratchet a slight Look, will move to carefully relocate the Walkers, clicking softly all the while*
Miracle: *soft little sneeze*
Ratchet: *Looks right back at the blue Seeker, and then watches as he brings Allen and family into the room*
Sunhalo: *lets Wheeljack by so he can get out of the way, then comes to obediently sit by Skywarp as Airwolf moves to his mentor's lap*
Skywarp: *soft clicks and trills for his flock*
Airwolf: *happy chirp, and then gives Ratchet a look, wondering why the groundpounder is here*
Ratchet: *can take a hint, will move to leave the room*
Hank: *looks back at this family that seems so odd to him, then bows his head in thought*
Ophi: *soft sound as she starts to wake. Puzzling over the strange roof, before she realizes her bed's been moved to under Starscream's. Small smile and then she's getting comfortably snuggled against Allen, checking that Miracle is safe before she nods off again*
Thundercracker: *very soft trill*
Sunhalo: *smiles* See, she's where she's supposed to be. *sighs then and rests a cheek on her drawn up knee as she wonders where Lumen is and what he's doing*
Back at the medbay
Kia: *studying data with her mate as Aria plays with Cragbuster and Clarion watches from under one of the examining tables*
Ratchet: *small smile as he watches Cragbuster play. Yes, this gruff and rumored terror of a medic has a softer side*
Perceptor: *quietly offering hypotheses, is also jotting notes down on a datapad*
Kia: Though, admittedly, we never used the advanced scanner on Starscream previous to today. So we have no proof that she wasn't already possessed of the unusual spark condition.
Hank: *quietly excuses himself to go back to keeping an eye on Tracks* *gone with a PINflash*
Perceptor: This is true... Though the question remains as to how Backwing did not inherit the same trait....
Ratchet: *moves to sit down next to the examining table that Clarion is under*
Kia: Do recall that Backwing was not sparked in the usual manner. Starscream deliberately mixed CNA to create her.
Perceptor: *small nod, stylus going to his lip components as he considers something*
Cragbuster: *gonna pounce-snuggle you, Aria!*
Aria: *giggles and chatters, then pauses to watch as Clarion gives a soft growl and catches Ratchet by the ankle*
Ratchet: *startles and looks to his mate with concern* Clarion?
Clarion: *optics twinkling as she lays her head against his leg* Yeah, Doc?
Ratchet: *soft chuckle, relief clear in his expression as he smooths her helm* Never mind.
Clarion: *ventures bravely from her hiding place and comes up to sit by him, cuddles on her mind*
Ratchet: *will gladly oblige*
Kia: *suddenly stops and stares into space her optics wide and surprised*
Perceptor: *attention fully on his mate now* Kia?
Kia: *softly* Perceptor, we must scan Windshard.
Perceptor: *blink blink, and now his expression is mirroring his mate's* Would Desinex consent to that though? She is most protective of the youngsters in her care...
Clarion: *looks up at Ratchet* Hey, that's right. Didn't that other Starscream mook show up after she had Backwing?
Ratchet: *frowning* Yes...
Kia: *explaining how it's the only way that they'll be able to tell if the indestructibility is from their original Starscream* It would explain how he survived the ordeal of being bodiless.
Perceptor: *nodding, and starting to fret. Would rather not be the potential target of Desinex ire. Has had to repair the end result in the past, back before the former Decepticon and Showtime came to friendlier terms with one another*
Kia: *hesitates and bites the end of one finger, then pings the former Decepticon*
Desinex: *in a bit of a mood* //What?//
Kia: //Oh dear, please forgive the interruption, Desinex. Is something amiss?//
Desinex: //That's not your concern.// *is likely pacing, unless Hound's convinced her to sit down. Something's got her worried*
Kia: //*uncertain herming over the channel*//
Ridgeback: *has figured out how to use other people's comms! Is using Mama's to talk to Daddy*
Kia: //We... might have found something about Windshard.//
Desinex: *sharp rush of air* *growl* //What sort of something?//
Kia: *quietly relates what they've just found out about Starscream and her newsparks, and their suspicion that she picked up the indestructibility from the time when the local Starscream attempted to take over her shell*
Desinex: //...// *PINpoints into the med ward, visor down over her optics, and Windshard cradled in the crook of her arm*
Ridgeback: *dood, more peeps! Scoots down off of Mama's back and moves to play with Aria and Cragbuster*
Aria: *gives Ridgeback a big hug, and then shows him the little dolls that she's making from paper twists*
Clarion: *looks at Desinex... and vanishes*
Ratchet: *sympathizes with his mate*
Kia: *tremulous smile for Desinex* *softly* Thank you for coming.
Desinex: *coolly, voice carrying a slight undercurrent of tension and worry* Can you prove what you think happened?
Kia: *offers the scanner to the blue femme, handle first* *still soft* Would you be willing to scan Windshard's spark for us?
Desinex: *reaches for the scanner, clicking softly to the sparklet she's holding*
Windshard: *quietly watching his brother play with the others, though one slender little Seeklet finger uncurls and points hopefully at the doll that Aria is holding up to show to Uncle Ratchet*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle* Good job, Aria.
Desinex: *scans the Seeklet*
Windshard: *oh, what's this? Watches the scanner with interest*
Kia: *waiting patiently for Desinex to finish. As she does so she asks Aria for one of the dolls and offers it to Windshard*
Windshard: *happy clicks! Dolly!*
Desinex: *studying the results of the scan* *doesn't want to admit that she doesn't understand what she's looking at*
Kia: Is it alright for Windshard to have this toy?
Windshard: *yes yes! Giveplz. Dolly!*
Desinex: *looks up, before nodding, a slight frown on her face*
Kia: *gently hands the doll to the little Seeker. Then, gently* May I see the scan results?
Desinex: *offers the scanner*
Kia: *thanks her and looks at the readout* *Perceptor will be able to read her thrill of shock and affirmation as she reads the result of the scan*
Perceptor: *slight start, before he's moving to confirm the result*
Kia: *lifts her optics to his. There is our source. The coding was transferable because the two sparks were otherwise identical*
Perceptor: *slightly floored by this*
Kia: *glances toward Ratchet and nods*
Ratchet: *small nod, understands*
Windshard: *unaware of this, is quietly talking to Mama about his new friend*
Desinex: *doesn't miss the looks between scientists and medic* *soft not-quite growl*
Kia: *looks toward the sound* Shhh, it won't hurt him.
Desinex: *not reassured, is going to start pacing shortly*
Kia: *gently* What troubles you, Desinex?
Desinex: *voice terse* How do you know that it won't harm him?
Kia: *softly* Nothing will ever extinguish his spark before the time allotted for such by Primus.
Desinex: *cycling air and pacing*
Kia: *glances toward Ratchet, wondering what she should do now*
Ratchet: *gently, to Desinex* He's getting stronger, and will be able to keep up with you when he's older, Desinex.
Windshard: *suddenly and clearly* Teeker. *waving the doll* Fly.
Desinex: *pauses, expression softening slightly* *quietly* Yes... Like Sunhalo...
Windshard: *happy little bubble of laughter* 'Lo. *hugs the red doll*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle as he watches some of Desinex's tension fade*
Kia: *softly to the medic* //Does he speak regularly?//
Ratchet: //Not to my knowledge...//
Windshard: 'Lo sissy fly. *so pleased with this fact. Waves the doll again*
Kia: *expression soft as she watches*
Desinex: *small nod, a very slight smile coming to her face* Yes, and she's very good at it... *still worried about something, but is no longer liable to lash out if disturbed*
Windshard: *looks up, optics wide and interested even as he murfs back a yawn* Me fly?
Desinex: Someday soon, yes. *will gently rub Windshard's back*
Windshard: *happy little face snuggles close as he hugs his Sunhalo doll*
Perceptor: *as Kia thinks it* Oh. So adorable.
Desinex: *ignores the scientist, is focusing on her fosterling*
Windshard: *clicks softly as he falls asleep*
Aria: *meanwhile, has made Ridgeback an armload of dolls of all colours, shapes, and sizes, though all will fit easily in sparklet hands*
Ridgeback: *happy babbling as he plays*
Cragbuster: *gonna find Mama and show her what Aria has made!*
Clarion: *Ratchet will be able to hear an enactment of daily routine as a small white doll kisses a large yellow one, and then chases a little yellow one*
Ratchet: *soft chuckle as he listens to the daily routine enactment*
Desinex: *gently cradling Windshard and humming softly*
Aria: *tippys over and pats Desinex on the leg, her big optics looking up earnestly*
Desinex: *glances down, expression gentle despite her visor*
Aria: *offers up an armload of dolls* I've constructed the rest of the family, in case he wants a set of his own to play with. These two small ones are Starscream's new sparklets.
Desinex: *slight visor flicker of surprise as she moves to crouch and pick up the dolls* They've arrived?
Aria: *nods, smiling happily* So has Miss Walker. All three of them were very large, but they're at home sleeping now.
Desinex: *small frown* But Ophi wasn't supposed to be giving birth for another few months....
Aria: *softly, with a Percepterish sigh* She ran afoul of the LOL camera in the Nexus.
Desinex: ... *sympathetic wince* Gotcha... *will move to crouch even more so Ridgeback can climb on her back again*
Ridgeback: *holding onto Mamaback with one hand, is hugging his doll babies close with the other arm*
Aria: *waves to him and clicks happily* Thank you for playing with me, Ridgeback. I wish you a most enjoyable afternoon.
Ridgeback: *leans around Mama and waves on the arm holding his doll babies* Bye bye! ^_^
Aria: *happy little laugh and scoots to go find Cragbuster*
Cragbuster: *playing with Mama*
Aria: *will play with them, and talk*
Clarion: *has no idea what this little red kid is saying, but it's interesting*
Ratchet: *watches as Desinex slips out of the med ward, will go and watch Aria and Cragbuster play*
Kia: *settles down with Perceptor to study data and form theories. Will probably take several hours to realize that she and her mate have been left in charge of the medbay*
((Co-written with random_xtras))